Gerard looked great. Actually, great was a bit of an understatement. He had on these skinny jeans that left little to nothing to the imagination and this amazing dark red shirt that he wore underneath a hoodie.
I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable so I honestly tried my hardest not to stare at him. But then he freaking stretched in front of me, so of course I watched, letting my eyes widen because, wow, he stretched in front of me and the way he did it could be considered art.
But, to remain respectful, as soon as he looked back at me I jerked my head away very quickly and cleared my throat, earning a muffled laugh from him.
“So, Frank, is there anything I should know before I start cooking?” He asked, letting his hand fall to his hip.
I explained I was a vegetarian and shifted in my seat.
“Okay. Vegetarian lasagna work for you? If it doesn’t, too bad, it’s what we’re eating.” I laughed softly, grinning at him.
“Lasagna sounds great.” He started to move but I really, really wanted to keep talking to him.
“Do you cook often?” I asked, biting my lip.
“Kinda. My mom and I usually cook together, but she’s away on a business trip right now. So it’s just me. If you don’t mind, I’m gonna go start dinner now. Don’t break anything.”
He flicked his wrist at the air and he walked out, swinging his hips in a way that I could only describe as sinful.
I stared awkwardly at the ground until Mikey walked out. He put his thumb under my chin and forced me to look up at him. “Remember what I told you. I’ll rip your face off if you touch him.”
“How could I forget?” I growled back at him.
He slapped me before storming out of room towards the kitchen.
The doorbell rang a few minutes later, signifying that Mikey’s mate- Pete, I think, was here.
Mikey bounded towards the door, a huge grin on his face as he opened the door and Pete jumped into his arms. Mikey picked Pete up and pressed him to the wall while kissing him, so I took that as my cue to leave.
I walked awkwardly over to the kitchen, putting my hands in my pocket as I leaned into the doorway.
He turned around and cocked his eyebrow, though he remained silent. I allowed my eyes to wander over his body while he worked.
“You know what Frank? C’mere.” He waved me over while chopping up a bunch of stuff.
I walked over, careful that I didn’t touch him.
Much to my surprise, he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him.
“You’re going to help me cook!”
“I um, okay. What do you want me to do?” He let go of my hand and handed me a tomato and a knife so I could chop it up while he drained the noodles and started to layer them in a pan.
I started to cut the tomato, keeping the chunks as even as I could. After I finished I threw the chunks into the bowl he handed me.
He finished putting everything into the pan and put the tomatoes on the top, quickly commenting on how finely chopped they were.
“Can you open the oven for me?” He asked, picking up the pan.
I ran over to the oven and opened it for him as he carefully placed the pan in there. He quickly withdrew his hand and squealed, running over to the sink and running his hand under the water.
I shut the oven and ran over to him, asking if he was okay.
“I’m-ow, I’m fine.” He pulled his hand out from under the water to show me the redness that was running over his hand.
“You’re not fine. I’m making you an ice pack.” I ran over to the freezer and filled a napkin with ice. I walked back over to him and gently picked up his hand so I could put the ice pack on him.
He winced as I placed it on his skin, biting down on his lip as I apologised about ten times.
I turned his hand over, holding the ice pack to his palm with my hand, and kissed the back of his hand softly.
“I’m okay now.” He whispered, squeezing my hand before putting the ice in the sink and throwing away the napkin.
Our moment was interrupted by a loud thump, followed immediately by a loud moaning.
Gerard sighed. “I told them no sex before dinner.”

Notes

Haha, this is really fun to write.
-LoveLikeWarped