Very Much Alive

-Frank's POV-


Sunlight seeped in through the cream coloured curtains, pouring in the room and illuminating it with a yellowish glow. The golden rays shone on my closed eyelids, forcing me to crack open one eye and squint at the brightness. I looked away and blinked my eyes repeatedly, trying to get the glare to leave and adjust to this new lighting. My phone was placed on the ground where I'd left it last night. I clicked the home button and the clock read 11:23 am. Surprisingly enough, the pain from the beating yesterday had tremendously died down, leaving finite aches in a few certain areas. It was nothing I couldn't handle, not when I was snuggled up against a toasty Gerard. He was better than any blanket in the world. Gerard, who was starting to stir about as well, still had his arm over my waist and his hand brushing my stomach. I eased his arm down and turned over on my back to get a good look at him. His hair was gorgeously disheveled, strands hung loosely over his eyes. His eyelashes were starting to flutter. I craned my neck further as he attempted to open his eyes, recoiling from the light as I had. I smiled warmly up at him. He looked befuddled, probably from having just woke up, and then drunkenly grinned back. One eye was tightly shut, the other barely open, a sliver of misty green shining through. The way his nose wrinkled was absolutely darling.


"Good morning Frankie," he groggily greeted propping himself on his elbow, "You sleep okay?"


"Yeah, don't know how we ended up like this though. But yeah, slept perfectly... since it was next to you." Well that had sounded better in my head. A light blushed crept onto my face, leaving it a tinted pink. It was true though. I hadn't had a single bad dream all night, and I hadn't taken medicine since Thursday. Gerard somehow managed to keep the nightmares away.


His grin grew wider and he breathed a laugh in response. "You are very adorable, you know that?" God his voice was so husky. I wasn't sure whether it was because he had just woken up or if he had other motives. Whichever, though I hoped it to be the latter, I loved this tone. Rough and sexy and practically dripping with seduction. Almost as if on cue, he bent his raised head down and lowered his lips onto mine. I gasped at the contact, but, once I had my wits about me, started kissing back. The kiss was lazy and sleep induced, but sweet. It started ever so softly, our mouths barely brushing when he pressed harder, bringing one hand up to cup my cheek. His thumb rubbed the soft skin, warming up my insides and making me smile. He nipped my lip a little and swiped his tongue across the bottom to which I eagerly opened and let him pass. I pressed into him harder as his tongue explored the contours of my mouth. I slid mine against his, trying to fight back, but he easily overpowered me and continued trying to shove his tongue down my throat. I slid my hand up his toned side and settled it on his broad shoulder. I tried keeping quiet, but couldn't help myself. Gerard had told me to be vocal, hadn't he? I let out a muffled groan. He pulled back a little as I felt a predictable smirk press against my mouth. Our movements were synchronized, becoming more heated with each passing second. Where he had been on his side, he was now over me, one knee in between my legs. I might mention that he kept inching his way up little by little, parting them as he neared my crotch. Ripples were sent in waves to my stomach. Gerard pulled away from my mouth temporarily, taking a breath before planting a small kiss to the corner of my lips, trailing a line from there to my jawline. My mouth was agape and my eyes tightly shut as he caressed my skin with hot open-mouth kisses. Our chests were rubbing against each other. I truly adored this contact. My breathing rate had doubled, the sharp intakes and exhales coming out as pants. Gerard was having some difficulty too, not that I blame him. He was doing all the work-fantastic, magical work-and was hardly breaking a sweat. Here I was gasping for air like a fish out of water.


He yanked me from my reverie with a tough bite to my pulse point, which I responded to with a lengthy sigh. He soothed the red mark with his wet, velvety tongue. I rolled my head over more to give him more access, biting down on my lip ring. I felt drunk on all this pleasure. It took a lot of concentration to get my hand from his shoulder to his already tousled hair. I tugged at his luscious locks harshly as he teethed more skin on my neck. I held him close, completely lost in the ecstasy and my moans. His hand had somehow wandered away from my face down to my hip, where he held firmly, occasionally digging his nails into the jutted bone.


Apparently I was so caught up in the moment I never noticed him stop. When the oxygen I had long been deprived of reentered my system, I noticed the absence of his sharp canines, hot mouth, and wet tongue. 'What the hell?!' I peeked open my eyes. Towering over me was an out of breath, red faced Gerard with the biggest shit-eating smirk I believe I've ever seen. Ever. And I've seen a lot. He'd been watching me-my face all contorted in pleasure, the pleasure he'd given me. Should I be turned on? Because I most definitely was. His ravenous expression and handsome face made me worried about my appearance. My hair was probably godawful, I hadn't showered since yesterday morning, and forgot to take my eyeliner off last night. Well shit.


"You hungry?" he breathed. 'Hell yeah for your cock to be down my thro-wait what?' I'm sorry, but what happened to that super intense makeout session we were having, oh I don't know... 10 seconds ago?!


"Um... yeah, little bit," I replied raggedly. My voice was still 'off' from having just woken up-even though that felt like hours ago now-and the kissing, the moaning...


"It's the weekend! How's pancakes sound?" Pancakes. I was underneath him, willing to let him take advantage of me in any way, and his mind was on pancakes? He grinned at my confusion, slipped off me and sauntered into the kitchen, definite sway in his hips. He's such a damn diva.


"S-sounds great, love pancakes." I could think of a billion other things I could do with Gerard that sounded better than pancakes. I sat up, completely stunned. What had even just happened? Had I imagined it? Was it some sort of odd fantasy, dream-like state I'd been induced in? I wobbly stood from the couch and stumbled to go look in a nearby mirror. The reddish hickies and teeth marks told me otherwise...


"Hmm.. chocolate chip or blueberry?" he called from the kitchen. Still on that whole pancake thing, I see...

"Pssh, freaking both!" I love pancakes don't get me wrong, but Gerard...


"I like the way you think Iero." And I like you. I swear, if I said everything I wanted to without censoring or filtering, I'd be 1.) Expelled 2.) Not a virgin and 3.) Dead. The 'not a virgin' thing definitely sounded amazing right now. I looked back in the mirror. Well, it wasn't as horrid as I thought. My eyeliner hadn't smudged too bad, so I cleaned up the lines and ran my fingers through some knots in my hair.


Music started drifting in from the kitchen. It was Bennie and the Jets, one the my favourite Elton John songs. He wasn't really my style, but I still loved this song. It reminded me of when I was a toddler. My mother would play Elton John, Billy Joel, Rod Stewart, or the Eagles while she'd clean and cook. I'd always distract her from working, stomping until I had her attention. She would put me on her hip and dance around the house, bouncing me around as I laughed. She would try to comically sing low like they did, which would make me giggle. It was so infectious, it could make anyone laugh. Then we'd dance together and run around, laughing, smiling. I missed those times, but it warmed my heart at the memory.


The shuffling noises in the kitchen interrupted my mental flashback. I checked my hair one last time and entered in. Gerard had two separate bowls of batter, one with mini chocolate chips, the other with plump blueberries. He stirred them around vigorously before pouring small circles of the batter onto a warming griddle, making a sizzling noise at the contact. I took the opportunity to watch his muscular arms at work, seeing how they tensed and contracted before my gaze wandered lower. His ass still managed to look fabulous even in those pajama bottoms. I took my time admiring before I snuck my arms around him as he continued stirring and pouring. I seized this chance to take control. My lips met his cold skin, making their way up his neck. My lip ring teased dragged up, teasing him. He let out a barely audible sigh and his stirring faltered. Hehehe... I felt a little mischievous now, especially after he had just left me hanging. I wanted my payback.


That was when I decided to go for the base of his neck where the shoulder connected. I nudged the cloth out of my way and bit down hard. He let out a ragged groan, which I was very pleased with. I kissed the skin with an open mouth, wet and hot. I lapped at the redness with my tongue, trying to soothe it before licking my way halfway up his neck. More nips were placed on his porcelain skin, though I planned on changing that. I pulled back to look at my work and smiled, proud of the love bites I'd marked on him. One was already turning a light pink/purplish colour. I reattached my lips to his upper neck, right on his pulse point. I could feel it thump under my mouth, rather ferociously. That made me smirk. I'd noticed that Gerard had stopped working entirely, holding himself up with his hands gripping the edge of the countertop. To really bother him, I got on my tiptoes and nibbled his earlobe. I pulled it with my teeth and chuckled at his keening noises. They were absolutely delicious, so wonderful that I wasn't sure who was being pleased more. When I looked down I saw his knuckles turning white from gripping the counter so tightly. I was pressed right against him, all I had to do was move my hips a little and-


"You know," he rasped, breaking out of my hold and pointing at me with his spatula, "I can do anything I want to bad boys like you. I might just have to punish you. That's my job, ya know..." he threatened. Well tried. His voice cracked once or twice, clearly still out of breath. I only smirked at him. His threats certainly didn't bother me, they only excited me more.


"Mhmm," I hummed, licking my lips, "can't wait. Might wanna check on those pancakes." I pointed over to the griddle. Gerard broke eye contact and saved the pancakes just in time from being burned. "Need me to do something for you?" 'Like, oh maybe kiss you, touch you, suck your d-'


"Uh, get down plates from that cabinet over there and syrup from the one beside it. Yeah, to the right, the green ones... Thank you," he said as I handed over the things. He'd made eight pancakes total, four for the each of us-two chocolate chip and the other two blueberry. He went to the refrigerator and pulled out butter and fresh strawberries. He washed some up and placed a few on each plate. They were enormous, fully ripe and quite red. He stacked our four pancakes each on the plates with precision before handing my perfect plate to me. It seriously looked like it came straight from a painting. Everything looked delectable and smelled heavenly. I poured some syrup on top, as did he, before he headed back to the couch, forks in hand.


He set his plate down on the coffee table before disappearing in the kitchen again. He came back out in a few minutes, two mugs of piping hot coffee in hand. "No sugar or creamer right?" he checked. He knows me so well...


"Yep. Gerard this all looks freaking amazing! Thank you so much!" I couldn't wait to dig in, I was hungry!

He laughed shyly, "Hope you enjoy it. You definitely made cooking it... interesting," he winked, referring back to my throat-raiding. I blushed a little at my actions. It wasn't that I was ashamed, I just didn't see myself as the dominate one around Gerard, though it was a nice experience. I'm glad to hear he enjoyed it.


He plopped down beside me and handed the liquid goodness over. He had a cool red mug with the silhouette of a magician on the front. The one he handed me was an awesome David Bowie mug. It had a comic-y feel to it, so I liked it. We settled on watching a rerun of Breaking Bad as we ate. The only noises that were made were plate scraps and characters' dialogue. The pancakes were so delicious, I could've easily devoured another four. They were light and fluffy, golden brown. The syrup was shipped from Vermont and had an amazing taste that complemented the pancakes perfectly. I think everything was so good because it was made by Gerard.


I finished my pancakes and picked up a strawberry, examining it before biting into it. Juice dribbled down my chin which Gerard laughed at me for. He only had half a pancake left, and was ranting about how small I was yet was amazed at how much food I could hold. He leaned over and wiped some of the juice from my face, chuckling. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his shirt, pulling him in close for a quick heat-packed kiss as thanks. When I pulled away, he licked his lips-"Mm, strawberries,"- and I laughed at him. He's such a sweetheart, and he's all mine. Well, kind of. Not quite. Not yet.


We ended up in the same position as he had the night before, Gerard's arm draped around my shoulders as I slanted into his side. We finished the episode when Gerard announced that he was taking a shower and going to get dressed. He hopped off the couch. I whined that I didn't want my pillow to leave, but he insisted that he needed to bathe, so I let him continue upstairs. I was left on the main floor with my thoughts, filled with images of a naked, wet Gerard. I thought about going in there, tearing back the curtain and dropping to my knees. Hell yes I wanted to, but didn't want to damage this relationship either. Then again, staying distant was being quite the detriment to my health.


I gulped down the rest of my coffee and set our dishes in the sink before going upstairs. I got to the top corridor, hearing the water rush in the bathroom. Again thoughts of sneaking in there reappeared... 'It'd be easy and very enjoyable,' my right side argued. My left wasn't having that and forced me to the room with my bag. I pulled out the white undershirt, well-fitted black jeans and army green cardigan. I yanked off my pajamas and replaced them the fresh clothes, then sprayed cologne on. Deodorant was applied and my eyeliner was completely redone. I didn't do it too heavy, but just enough to be noticeable. I brushed out my hair. I did it a little differently today. Instead of pushed to the side, I fluffed my bangs up in the front. It was a nice change, I liked it. Hopefully Gerard would too. Speaking of which, he was out of the bathroom, so I slipped in and brushed my teeth thoroughly. After that, I looked at myself in the mirror. I managed to clean up pretty well.


Gerard's door to his room was shut, so I assumed he was putting his clothes on as well. He seemed to be taking a while, it made me wonder what he was doing. I went back downstairs and waited for him to finish up on the couch. I was dozing off when I heard the bottom step squeak. My jaw dropped.

Notes

Yay, long chapter! I've been reading your comments and let me say that you guys are seriously the best. It gives me so much encouragement to keep writing when I read your comments. They've become the highlight of my day. Sorry to say that I probably won't be able to update until Monday (please don't hate me, I don't like taking big breaks either). I'll be gone all of tomorrow and partially Saturday, then it's Easter (Happy Easter by the way...) and I'll be with family. So hope you all enjoyed this chapter, more to come later. Please comment, rate, and subscribe. I cannot express how much I truly appreciate you reading my story.

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P.S Weekend Pancake Report anyone?