Angels of Unknown

Gerard's POV
Frank pulls away from me quicker than I want, but then again, no one has touched my skin in. . how many years has it been? I should be terrified of this tattooed, tough-looking stranger who broke into my house. Why am I not shaking at the sight of him anymore? It it the way his golden eyes softly see through mine as if they're actually taking in who I really am inside? Or the way his plump lips contract ever-so-lightly as he studies me. I think I want. . .want to feel those lips on mine. . . I want to know who Frank is and where he came from. . I want to know everything about him.
"Gerard?" Frank looks at me strangely. I wish I knew what he was thinking. I must be acting weird. I haven't actually had a conversation with someone in years. I don't know how to act. What do I do?! What do I say?! If I say the wrong thing will he leave?! Think Gerard! Think!
"Gerard!" Frank addresses me louder, I look up from wringing my hands. He looks. . concerned?
"Umm. . yes?" I make myself hold back the overwhelming panic that is threatening to take hold of me.
"I was just wondering if maybe you had some coffee?" He looks actually quite embarrassed for asking. I don't know what to say. I feel my own cheeks flush as I stupidly stare into his gorgeous doe eyes. "If you don't have any I completely understand. I know it's late, what a stupid question and me asking for coffee after breaking into your house. Maybe I should just leave. I'm sorry.." He starts to ramble fast as he back-peddles and literally begins to walk backwards towards the front door, his cheeks flushing madly.
"NO!" He stops shocked at my insanely embarrassing outburst. Ugh, nice Gerard. He's going to think your a psycho, then again, I guess he wouldn't be completely wrong to think that. . "I have coffee!" I sound like an idiot, and why do I keep yelling at him?! Shut up, Gerard!
He smiles and then actually chuckles a little. My breath catches as I try to respond. Instead I simply awkwardly gesture him to follow me to the kitchen and. . he does.
Frank's POV
I can't help but stare as I follow Gerard. He's only in a pair of black boxers and a practically see-through t-shirt, leaving little to the imagination. It's pretty freezing in his house, barely warmer than it was outside, so I bet he's cold. I wish I could hold him against me and keep him warm. . Wait what am I thinking? I just broke into this guys house and all I can think about is his perfectly shaped ass. What is wrong with me?!
"Umm I only have instant, is that okay?" Gerard sounds actually worried I'd be upset with the idea of instant coffee. Coffee's coffee. Is he still scared of me? Shit.
"No, no instant is fine." He visibly relaxes and. . is that a little smile I see? "Besides you can't be picky when you live on the streets." He turns towards me surprise ablaze in his eyes. Shit! Why did you have to say that? Things were looking up and you had to go and say something fucking awkward! Idiot!
He walks towards me and sets the cup of hot water in the counter in front of me along with the coffee grounds.
"I'm sorry." He whispers looking down at his hands. Damn, I wish I knew what he was thinking.
"Oh no! It's fine. I've been in worse positions. I'm fine." He looks into my eyes, sadness clearly present.
"You have?. . " It's not really a question. I try to find any pity hiding in his kind hazel orbs, but I only find a longing to understand. I don't know what to say so I just begin to mix the bitter coffee grounds into my cup.
"You could stay here." He whispers almost to himself.
I take a sip of my coffee and almost choke as my mind registers what he said. "Do what?!"
Gerard turns towards me and looks deeply into my eyes. "You could stay here if you want. You have no place to go and I. . have lots of extra space. Why not?"
"Are you crazy?!" I know I sound mean, but I can't believe what I'm hearing. This beautiful angel, just told me I could stay in his creepy-ass mansion of death, after knowing him what? ten minutes? and after breaking into his house? This cannot be happening.
"Yes actually, but if you don't want to stay than don't. I'm not stopping you." Gerard actually sounds a little mad or hurt. I don't know. I can't believe this is happening.
"Your seriously asking me if I want to live in this mansion with you?" I feel like my heart is going to stop. Is he joking with me?
"I. . " Gerard starts to cry and I can feel my heart-break. He goes to turn and leave the room, but I stop him, pull him close, and embrace him. I don't know how this is happening or why, but I can't stand to see this beautiful man cry. I don't ever want to hurt him.
"I'll stay. . ." My voice comes out in a soft whisper and I hear him gasp. Everything is silent for a few more moments until I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me closer to him.
"Thank you." I feel tears starting to sting my own eyes. No Gerard, thank you.

Notes

Ugh I'm sorry if this chapter is bad or extremely awkward. I'll try to do better next chapter, i promise XP