Make way for Way
Morning Dances
(A/N: Play This when you get to the dancing part:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFFkApOqidY)
I awoke the next morning, the bright suns' glare coming through the window and shining into my half-lidded eyes. I blinked, once... twice. My chest heaved up and down under the covers, my breath steady. The warm heat radiating onto my skin felt so good, I loved mornings like this. Peaceful, and slow. I slowly regained consciousness as I gazed down, and saw my gorgeous Frank resting peacefully less than an inch away from me. I grazed my damp lips to his forehead, planting a small kiss to his skin. It was nice to see him like this; no troubles to worry about, no hot tears gliding down his flustered cheeks. Just sleep.
"Gerard..." Frank let out a moan, him becoming aware of his surroundings. "Frank..." I did my best to mock him, recreating my, 'Sleepy-Frank' voice. He must've heard me, because his body soon shifted and kicked up the sheets.
"Want some coffee? I made some last night, but you were out cold so I carried you up to bed."
He carried me? I looked down at my body in disgust. I thought my weight was unfavorable, even though I was the average for a teenage boy. I hesitated before answering him.
"I-uh...Sure."
Without another word, he raced out the bedroom door, half-naked, while I patiently waited for him to be back.
Not too long after, Frank reappeared in the doorway. He had a mug in his hand, the heat that was radiating through the cup causing a small burn. A small, miniature, grey box was in his other, which I guessed to be a speaker.
"Here," Frank offered, handing me the warmed mug. I brought the sweet liquid up to my lips and sipped, which desperately needed moisture. "Mmm, thank you, Frank."
I brought my hand up to the bedside table, grabbing my phone to check the time.
Monday, 9:04 am.
Shit. I was missing school. I didn't bother to think about how I was only an hour late, or the fact that I could still drive there and be fine. I chose to stay with Frank, because I'd rather be with someone I loved instead of being locked up in a first-world hell that wasn't going to get me anywhere in life.
"Dance with me?" Frank asked, extending his right arm to lift me up from the bed, and startling me out of my thoughts. I smiled, taking his hand and letting him pull me up.
What a gentleman.
But did he just say dance? Oh, no. If there was one thing I was bad at, it's dancing. The other one was not being a clumsy fuck. Those things don't mix well.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" he offered, seeing my slight resistance. I said nothing, trying to maintain my quietness. My cheeks transformed from a peach color to a crimson red blush, but I went along with it. He steadied my left arm around his neck, and led the other around his back.
Why was he doing this?
His hands settled around my waist, which I guessed were still burned from the container. The way my arms were positioned had forced my head into the crook of his neck.
(Play Music)
"Oh, dear God, Frank. Why did you pick out such a cheesy song?" I couldn't help but giggle into his ear. I had to admit, it was pretty.
"Dance with me."
I tried to sway my hips to the guitar, linking my hands tight around his neck and immediately recognizing it to be something off of Bullets. It felt ironic, in a way. I mean, we were both slow dancing there in our underwear, somehow keeping it to a steady pace. I tried to keep my feet from slipping, but failed a few times to do so.
"Hey, look."
I turned my head out of Franks' neck, glancing around the room. Sort of like when you are a child, your friends would trick you into looking somewhere for an object, only to find that there was nothing in the first place. "Wha-" I gasped, my lips meeting his into a love-filled kiss. Like I said, he was an amazing kisser. I parted my lips, letting his tongue slip into my mouth. "Mm, Frank..."
He took my hand around his neck, bringing it above my head to twirl me around. I wasn't one to do these things, but if it makes Frank happy... well.
He made a swift motion, putting one hand around my back and the other around my neck to support me before dipping my body down. He had experience? Franks' finger tilted my neck up, him connecting our lips for the last few seconds of the song as it slowly faded out into static.
"...Wow," I was left speechless. How could he dance like that?
Frank threw me a smug look after taking my hand and bringing me back up on my feet. "What did you think?"
I opened my mouth to answer. "You're amazing," I gushed. I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true.
"I know," he teased, letting the light hit his hazel eyes. I said nothing else, letting the silence fill the room. "Do you know where the shower is? I'm... kind of sweating," I wondered out loud. I wasn't really that dirty, but I had the secret hope that he would come with me. Not for anything... R-Rated, but just because I could have the little satisfaction.
He must've seen the look in my eyes, because he responded with a, "Alright, I can come with you. Don't we have school today, anyways?"
Shit.
I awoke the next morning, the bright suns' glare coming through the window and shining into my half-lidded eyes. I blinked, once... twice. My chest heaved up and down under the covers, my breath steady. The warm heat radiating onto my skin felt so good, I loved mornings like this. Peaceful, and slow. I slowly regained consciousness as I gazed down, and saw my gorgeous Frank resting peacefully less than an inch away from me. I grazed my damp lips to his forehead, planting a small kiss to his skin. It was nice to see him like this; no troubles to worry about, no hot tears gliding down his flustered cheeks. Just sleep.
"Gerard..." Frank let out a moan, him becoming aware of his surroundings. "Frank..." I did my best to mock him, recreating my, 'Sleepy-Frank' voice. He must've heard me, because his body soon shifted and kicked up the sheets.
"Want some coffee? I made some last night, but you were out cold so I carried you up to bed."
He carried me? I looked down at my body in disgust. I thought my weight was unfavorable, even though I was the average for a teenage boy. I hesitated before answering him.
"I-uh...Sure."
Without another word, he raced out the bedroom door, half-naked, while I patiently waited for him to be back.
Not too long after, Frank reappeared in the doorway. He had a mug in his hand, the heat that was radiating through the cup causing a small burn. A small, miniature, grey box was in his other, which I guessed to be a speaker.
"Here," Frank offered, handing me the warmed mug. I brought the sweet liquid up to my lips and sipped, which desperately needed moisture. "Mmm, thank you, Frank."
I brought my hand up to the bedside table, grabbing my phone to check the time.
Monday, 9:04 am.
Shit. I was missing school. I didn't bother to think about how I was only an hour late, or the fact that I could still drive there and be fine. I chose to stay with Frank, because I'd rather be with someone I loved instead of being locked up in a first-world hell that wasn't going to get me anywhere in life.
"Dance with me?" Frank asked, extending his right arm to lift me up from the bed, and startling me out of my thoughts. I smiled, taking his hand and letting him pull me up.
What a gentleman.
But did he just say dance? Oh, no. If there was one thing I was bad at, it's dancing. The other one was not being a clumsy fuck. Those things don't mix well.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" he offered, seeing my slight resistance. I said nothing, trying to maintain my quietness. My cheeks transformed from a peach color to a crimson red blush, but I went along with it. He steadied my left arm around his neck, and led the other around his back.
Why was he doing this?
His hands settled around my waist, which I guessed were still burned from the container. The way my arms were positioned had forced my head into the crook of his neck.
(Play Music)
"Oh, dear God, Frank. Why did you pick out such a cheesy song?" I couldn't help but giggle into his ear. I had to admit, it was pretty.
"Dance with me."
I tried to sway my hips to the guitar, linking my hands tight around his neck and immediately recognizing it to be something off of Bullets. It felt ironic, in a way. I mean, we were both slow dancing there in our underwear, somehow keeping it to a steady pace. I tried to keep my feet from slipping, but failed a few times to do so.
"Hey, look."
I turned my head out of Franks' neck, glancing around the room. Sort of like when you are a child, your friends would trick you into looking somewhere for an object, only to find that there was nothing in the first place. "Wha-" I gasped, my lips meeting his into a love-filled kiss. Like I said, he was an amazing kisser. I parted my lips, letting his tongue slip into my mouth. "Mm, Frank..."
He took my hand around his neck, bringing it above my head to twirl me around. I wasn't one to do these things, but if it makes Frank happy... well.
He made a swift motion, putting one hand around my back and the other around my neck to support me before dipping my body down. He had experience? Franks' finger tilted my neck up, him connecting our lips for the last few seconds of the song as it slowly faded out into static.
"...Wow," I was left speechless. How could he dance like that?
Frank threw me a smug look after taking my hand and bringing me back up on my feet. "What did you think?"
I opened my mouth to answer. "You're amazing," I gushed. I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true.
"I know," he teased, letting the light hit his hazel eyes. I said nothing else, letting the silence fill the room. "Do you know where the shower is? I'm... kind of sweating," I wondered out loud. I wasn't really that dirty, but I had the secret hope that he would come with me. Not for anything... R-Rated, but just because I could have the little satisfaction.
He must've seen the look in my eyes, because he responded with a, "Alright, I can come with you. Don't we have school today, anyways?"
Shit.
Notes
I'm sorry, I got carried away with the fluff. Don't kill me /.\ I know, it's cheesy. But it's adorable >.< For some reason my writing is better at night, which is when I feel all philosophical and romantic. I'm writing this in the afternoon, which doesn't really set a good scene for me to write something like this. But oh well. And sorry if it seems like this is a one-shot, it isn't. I just needed something to write to keep you updated on this. And I had no idea on how to end this chapter, I'm so sorry!
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8/19/14