The Taste of Ink

*Franks POV*
Gerard leaned closer to my face , his pupils blown wide. His face was inches away from mine. I could feel his hot breath fan over my lips. I was so tempted to press my lips to his and taste his lips like I always wanted. But hesitation lodged itself into my brain. What if he was lying just to get a kick out of me? I faltered at the realization. I slowly backed up , pain stabbing my heart. he was lying. I looked down at my shoes. I looked him in the eyes only to meet the devastation practically crashing against his pupils. I looked back down chomping on the inside of my cheek.
"Gerard why are you doing this to me? Why are you lying to me?" I croaked. Tears threatening to spill from my eyes.
I looked up again the pain still in his hazel orbs.
"Frankie , why would I lie to you?" he cupped my face in his hands whilst caressing my cheek.
My body was screaming out for more contact , i wanted him to touch me. But i knew his words were a lie. Happiness was a lie, it was only a temporary cover up.
"Because ,Gerard , I don't have it all. I'm ugly , worthless , unwan-"
He cut me off before i could continue my rant.
'Frankie you have to understand something. The thing is that I want you , i think you are the most beautiful person in the piece of shit school, hell maybe even in the world. You are worth everything to me. I want to take you on stupid dates and i want to hold your hand. I want to hold you in my arms when you sleep and i just.." he trailed off looking at the ground embarrassed. My heart was pounding so hard i thought it was going to break my rib cage. Was this a dream?
"Frankie I want you. I want you ,ever so desperately." Sincerity and passion dripped from his words. Then he locked his eyes with mine , it seemed as the world had stopped its rotation. He silently brushed his lips over mine causing my skin to arise with goosebumps. Then he pushed
his lips against mine , this time with more force. I gasped at his aggressive nature. It took me a few seconds to process what was happening , then i kissed him back. The butterflies were slamming around violently in my stomach. When he moved his lips against mine a fresh new wave of butterflies erupted. He moved his hands from my face and slipped them to my waist. Gently, he pressed my back to the cool lockers leaving me helpless. The cold sensation made me gasp again , he slipped his tongue in past my lips. The contact of our tongues made me shiver and whimper. He massaged my hips softly and played with the hem of my shirt. Gingerly , he dipped his fingers under the thin black fabric. He softly touched the skin of my hips making me let out a tiny mewl to his touch. Every nerve in my body was set on fire with need , it felt like electricity was running through my very veins. I felt him smirk behind the kiss. I threaded my fingers through his hair pulling lightly causing him to let out a small moan. He pulled away while nipping my bottom lip. I looked into his eyes , his pupils were blown so wide i could barely see the coloring.
A huge grin was plastered to his lips. Then he opened his mouth to speak.
"Wanna go to mine?"

Notes

sORRY I SUCK AT THIS. feedback maybe? Finally the ferard right? yes? no? sorry.