The Taste of Ink

The night had gone smoothly so far , bathing in eachothers affection. I was content with him leaning against my chest rambling on about the horrible movie graphics. It was quite endearing to hear him talk. After his small rant he sighed playing with the hem of my old crewneck that fit him like a dress. We fell into a comfortable silence both of us enjoying the quietness and the pathetic acting voices. The tv lights flickered and danced across his pale face. It was deep into the night, the only light was the pasty large moon and the television. The tv emitted colors, mixtures of white, blue and the occasional green. His eyes widened slightly at perticularly at the raw gorey scenes , which didn’t phase my mentality. He sighed again and looked up at me , his big hazel eyes peering into mine. I lowered my face only slightly to study his glorious features. I allowed my eyes to drift from his accute eyebrows to his pink lips. My eyes lingered specificaly on his lips , i couldn’t comprehend how the taste could completely seduce me. Kissing Frank was a normalicy at this point. But his kisses were never dull nor mundane but it felt normal. The dull rumble of butterflies still resigned in my stomach when kissing him though. I closed the ultimately small space between our lips. I felt a smile stretch across his lips while pressed against mine.
I returned his subtle smile , my hands roaming to his back. I traced my fingers down his spine causing him to shiver slightly. I chuckled and rolled us so i was straddling his hips. I averted my kisses to his neck feeling his chest rise and fall heavily due to lack of oxygen. The thick downy bedding encased us in a heat capsule. Currently I had no shirt on. My crew neck and our thin boxers seperated full skin to skin contact. My kisses on his neck became sloppier and open mouthed. I ran my tongue across his skin to his delightfully prominet collarbones. I sucked furiously at the crevice between the two bones. He groaned and pulled at my hair urging me to continue the kisses. As much as i wanted to continue , the feeling of sleep tugged at my conciousness. I returned my kisses back to his precious lips. I kissed him until I could no more. Gently i pressed a lingering kiss to the side of his mouth. I flopped down next to him grumbling as i tried to adequitly shut off the tv. I sighed when we fell into a darkness , only the full moon casting its delicate rays onto franks partially unconscious face. He looked absolutely breathtaking. The pale hazy rays threw beautiful shadows across his face. It never failed to amaze me how untouched he looked. Lazily he looked over at me with half opened eyes and smiled at me with a sleep induced grin.
“Goodnight Gerard.” his voice husky from the sleep threatening to take over.
“Goodnight sweetheart.” I replied just as tired from the day. I sealed a last kiss to his lips and took the role as the outer spoon. I breathed in his girly vanilla scent , enjoying him wrapped up in my embrace. I listened to his slow steady breaths. Between his peaceful scent and slow breathing it lulled me into a fitful sleep filled with those angelic lips pressed to mine.

Notes

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I think i might keep the story in Gerards POV , sorry if there are some mis spelled words , iquickly read through this
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