The Kids From Yesterday (Frerard)

Chapter 5

Frank

Gerard moaned as I put my mouth on his, destroying the small space between us. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I positioned myself so that I was siting on my knees, leaning deeper into the kiss.

“Frank,” Gerard brought his other arm around me, and I slid my hands up his back, knotting my fingers in his hair. He moaned again, electricity shooting from my finger tips to my hard-on.

Gerard set me on his lap, the pressure on my member making me gasp. I pushed against him, and he laid back, letting me kiss him from above. He licked my bottom lip and I gladly gave him entrance, his tongue finding mine. He growled a deep growl that only told me that he wanted more. I didn’t know if I wanted to get more, I was quite comfortable doing what we were doing now.

He growled again, trying to get the message across to me. I pulled away, panting, trying to tell him without being to rude or disappointing. He sat up from under me, nodding. I started to tear up at the depressed look on his face. I curled up next to him and let him spoon me.

“I’m sorry, it’s just, I, uh-” He cut me off.

“It’s okay Frankie. I completely understand.” He hugged me, whimpering as his erection hit my ass, I hugged his arms. I could totally lie here forever. This.

Was.

Perfect.

Gerard

This was nice, and I understood that Frank didn’t want to go further, but I was still a little sad. I love Frank, even though I’ve only known him since that morning, but that feeling that I was feeling was the most welcome feeling ever. Frank was amazing. Beautiful, talented, perfect. It was unfair, and so fair, that I was the one to have this gorgeous figure as mine. And I was his. I was most definitely his. I was NOT going to push him any further than he wanted.

I sighed and nuzzled my face against his neck. He yawned, and was falling to sleep. I took that calm moment to look at his room. Posters. A lot of posters. Mostly of Black Flag and the Misfits. I certainly had more appreciation towards the Misfits. Though I wasn’t going to go overboard with the fangirling, I would smile everytime I heard a song by them.

Frank

I was almost asleep with Gerard’s arms and legs around me. He was surveilling my room, nodding his head in approval at my posters. I snuggled in closer to him, breathing in his smell; coffee, cigarettes, and, what was that, Mint? No. Oh well, it could be anything, wait, yeah. It was mint. And that Gerard Way smell that couldn’t be placed as anything but sexy.

“Gee,” I looked up at him, sleep closing in on me. He looked at me, his eyes telling me to go on. I almost decided not to ask, but.....

“Do you think it’d be okay for you to spend the night? Not for it to be awkward or anything, but just because, uh,” I didn’t know what to add for it, but thankfully, he nodded.

“Yeah, definitely. Should I run back to my place and grab my stuff, or,”

“Nah, only if you want to.” I got up, the dark spiny claws of sleep clenching my body, trying to drag me down to it’s lair of dreams. I just barely escaped, disappearing from it’s grasp through the small gaps in its hollow fingers.

He nodded, standing up to let me rest against his chest. I breathed him in again. I would’ve gotten a boner just being here like this, but I had no energy for even that. I sighed and tried for the door, but ending up back in my bed, Gerard sitting next to me, stroking my hand.

“You’re completely exhausted, get some rest.” He paused, seeing the worried expression on my face. “Don’t worry,” He laughed a soft, warm laugh, making me more sleepy. “I’m not going anywhere, here.” He crawled next to me in the bed, getting under the covers, turning to hug me. He kissed my forehead, still stroking the back of my hand. I had this, I was the one who got to be with this dark angel. His soft feathery wings enclosed me, protecting me from the hollow claw of sleep, but letting the gentle rain of love and light embrace my sleeping body.

Gerard

I watched the younger boy sleep peacefully, murmuring something, almost sounded like my name........

Then I heard the front door slam. Frank’s body twitched underneath me, from the sound. I heard light footsteps patter up the staircase, his mother most likely. I quickly closed my eyes and snuggled closer to the sleeping boy, pretending to also be dozing off. The door to Frank’s bedroom opened, revealing his mother. Mrs. Iero saw us together, sleeping. She rolled her eyes and smiled, closing the door quietly and walking back down the stairs. I heard the TV switch on.

“Gee, you awake?” Frank nudged me, tilting his head back to get a quick kiss on he lips. He smiled, standing up and walking over to the desk, where a small alarm clock had fallen over. I looked out the window, seeing the sun about to start setting.

“Hey,” He pushed open the window, calling me over. I leaned my head out the window, trying to figure out what he was up to. He grabbed a couple old foam camping mattresses, leaning them against the wall and climbing out onto the barely slanted roof under his window sill.

“Gimme the mattresses.” He held his hand out and I handed them to him, one at a time. I glanced over at the upright alarm clock. 6:37. I hoped that Mrs. Iero didn’t mind me staying the night. I didn’t want to intrude.

“C’mon, grab a blanket off the bed.” I did so and met him out on the roof, sharing the blanket. He leaned against my chest, my head resting on top of his. Our arms wrapped around each other.

Frank spoke the only words passed for that hour and a half we sat there. Three small words that made everything click. Three small words (not counting the last one) that I knew were my favorite ones. The three words spoken were:

“I love you, Gerard.”

Notes

cute. and I can fangirl over this because i wrote it. its fluffy. u cant say its not. that is not allowed. its cute.

CUTE!!!!!!