Your eyes are vacant & stained (frerard)

FRANK’S P.O.V
Thank god Gerard wasn’t running away. That would tear me apart. Not being able to have him is tearing me apart from the inside already. If I wasn’t careful, it could all go wrong, he could find out.
- - -
I woke up, next to Gerard, he was still sleeping. I smiled at his beautiful face.
“Gerard, we’ve got to go to school,” I nudged him and he shook his head, rapidly, and snuggled into my chest, smiling. That’s the cutest thing EVER. Fuck, I love him…So much… It hurts.
“Honey,” I began – that nickname I could use now. “Get up,”
Gerard shook his head again. I got up from his bed, standing there, and leant against his desk.
“You left me,” He pouted, and threw the covers over himself. I rolled my eyes, and picked him up; he was still wrapped up in the sheets.
“No you little shit, get up or I will carry you,” I stated.
“Carry me then,” Gerard stuck out his tongue.
“You are a fucking princess,” I huffed. “I can’t exactly carry you upstairs, your parents would kill me if I was here,”
“Aww…” Gerard rubbed his head into my chest. “Sit here then,”
“Gerard, you have to get ready for school,” I laughed, weakly at the adorable sight.
“I hate school,” Gerard mumbled, glancing up at me with his huge hazel orbs.
“Well, thanks,” I stated, sarcastically. “Wow,”
“Not you! As in I hate school as in the people there, not the actual school or you… I love school in that sense, especially as you’re my tutor,” Gerard smiled at me, softly. I grinned back, happy with what he had said.
“Thank you,” I sat down on his bed, he was still a cocoon in my arms. “Now, get changed,”
“You have to go out of my room then,” Gerard crossed his arms.
“For how long?” I rubbed my eyes. “I’m guessing, you just need to get boxers on because I’ve seen you in them before,”
Gerard blushed, deeply, and then hid underneath the covers.
“Don’t be embarrassed, you worm.” I laughed, unrolling the duvet to reveal Gerard curled up into a ball.
“Worm?” Gerard raised his eyebrows. “But, I feel really self-conscious because you’re really pretty and I’m just….Urgh, eurgh, ew.”
“I’m really pretty?” I echoed. “Pretty?”
Gerard blushed, again.
“Attractive, good-looking, whatever you want to call it.” Gerard mumbled.
“And you’re not ‘ew’ or ‘urgh’ or ‘eurgh’, you’re perfect, now get your boxers on and call me from the wardrobe once you have,” I demanded. Gerard groaned, and then sighed, scrambling up from my lap.
“I hate you,” He joked. I just laughed and hid away in the wardrobe. I heard some banging, then silence.
“Come out now,” I just about heard his quiet voice. I opened the door and saw him.
“Seriously, Gerard?” He was hiding underneath his bed covers.
“Yes,” Gerard crossed his very nice, revealed arms. His collarbones and neck were so white… I bit my lip, in attempt to stop myself from thinking about how I could bite and kiss them. I swallowed, hard.
“You’re fine, Gerard,” I cooed, sitting next to him. “Honestly,”
“I’m just…Scared,” Gerard whispered, he shuffled closer, still covering his body, and leaned on my side. “Of what you’ll think,”
“I’ve seen you-“
“No, without them. There are just a few scars and very small cuts. Now, they don’t distract you,” Gerard glanced at the sheets.
“Distract me?” I nearly laughed. The only thing distracting me would be him standing there topless, not those bruises. But of course, I couldn’t tell him that.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Gerard pulled his arms over the duvet, still covering himself, worriedly. He twiddled with his thumbs.
“We’re going to be late,” I began to tut, whilst smirking. “It doesn’t matter,”
“…But,”
“Supply teacher,” I shrugged. I knew this was VERY VERY VERY VERY bad for a teacher to do this but still. “We don’t have to go to school today if you don’t want too,”
“Yay! Thank you, can I just laze around?” Gerard asked.
“Yes,” I rolled my eyes, smirking at Gerard’s joyfulness. “Now, what clothes do you want?” I walked to his wardrobe, gesturing at many outfits. He chose one, and I flung it to him, and he caught it. Gerard stood up, his locks of midnight black hair tumbling in front of his face as he quickly pulled on his trousers, his cheeks bright red.
“Hey, hey, hey.” I gently grabbed his arm as he had finished putting on his trousers. “Don’t be scared,” I tore my eyes away from his exceedingly attractive body. “You’re beautiful to me,”
- - -
The whole of the day was really spent discussing comic books and bands whilst watching our favourite TV shows without Gerard suddenly getting an idea to draw something. I also ordered in some burgers and bought some chocolate.
“This is why you shouldn’t run away,” I stated, stealing some of Gerard’s chips.
“Oy!” He giggled. “And I know, I thought it would’ve been a good idea… I think I’d miss you too much,”
Aw. I fucking love him.
“That’s another reason, I’d miss you too much, so you can’t run away, or even if you did, I’d kidnap you.” I stated, throwing my rubbish in Gerard’s bin in his bedroom.
“Kidnap me? I think I’d like that,” Gerard replied, then he realised how sexual that sounded, and his cheeks went really, really scarlet.
“Oh, really?” I raised my eyebrows and smirked.
“Shut up,” Gerard mumbled, scoffing his face with chips. I laughed and opened my chocolate as Gerard finished his main meal. Gerard took a bite out of my chocolate as I wasn’t looking.
“Fuck you!” I shoved him and he just laughed, loudly and swatted me with his sketchbook on the head.
“I want to draw you again,” Gerard announced, opening his sketchbook, a pencil in-between his fingers. “What do you want me to draw you like? Or what part do you want me to draw? Your hands, your face, your body?”
So many choices I could make him choose…
“Body,” I shrugged, not really knowing what he would draw me like.
“Okay,” Gerard had a shy smile on his face and that made my curiosity grow.
- - -
A good load of minutes passed when Gerard finally spoke,
“I don’t know if it’s finished or not,” He had a really embarrassed look on his face as he said that. “But, I don’t want to show you it ever,”
“C’mon, you’ve got to show me it! You’ve got me wondering,” I crossed my arms over my chest. Gerard hid his sketchbook behind his back, his cheeks growing redder as the seconds passed. After a few good debates and sentences from me, he sighed.
“Fine, but I’m going to run and hide,” Gerard announced.
“More running? Seriously?” I yawned.
“Yeah, you’re going to have to come and find me,” Gerard declared. Gerard placed the sketchbook on his desk then sprinted upstairs, slamming multiples of doors. I laughed to myself, wondering how bad it would be to make him run away. I gripped the sketchbook and turned it over.
Oh, wow.
Wow.
He had drawn a picture of me…Shirtless. That’s when he spilt his drink over me. But, wow. It was so good. I ran upstairs, the sketchbook in hand and found him hiding behind the sofa.
“Gerard, hey! I just want to ask, why do you draw?” I questioned as Gerard calmed down and sat next to me.
“Because I find things inspiring,” Gerard replied, blankly. I smirked.
“So, you find me, shirtless, inspiring?” I raised my eyebrows.
“I’m basically an artist, Frank, I find everything inspiring.” He whispered, quietly.
“Sorry,” I felt bad for making him feel uncomfortable. This is what I mean when I say its eating me from the inside at the fact I can’t have it.
“It’s fine, it’s fine… I do find you, shirtless, inspiring, though… Because of your tattoos and how beautiful you are,” Gerard stared at his shoes, his blush visible as anything.
“Thank you, Gerard.” I smiled. “Thank you.”

Notes

a/n: frick