They Could Care Less, As Long As Someone Will Bleed

I pulled back from Frankie's perfect lips. I hovered my face over his as we breathed into each other's mouths. I didn't know what to say. I wanted words to come out of my now open mouth, but no words would form. I just sat there like a retard.

"What?" "Ah nothing..you're just perfect.." Frank blushed and closed his eyes. I watched as his lips formed his perfect little smile. I laughed a bit as I rolled next to him, lying on my back looking up at the ceiling. I just kissed this perfect little shit. God I was melting, the butterflies were practically flying out of my mouth. I sighed in contentment.

"Gee...?" Frank's sweet voice broke me out of my thoughts. I looked over at him, he was already looking at me. He was biting his lip which I found extremely sexy. Oh shit Gerard shut up! His voice broke my thoughts again,

"What are we..?" he asked raising his eyebrows a bit,causing creases in his forehead. I was thinking the same thing..

"I'm sorry I kissed you Frankie. I really want to be with you, but we did just meet like two days ago. I think we should take some time before we go any further..." I felt so guilty for saying it. I guess it was evident in my eyes. Frank rolled onto his side and cupped my cheeks in his small hands and said, "Please don't be sorry. I kissed you back so it's equally on me as it is you. But I agree. I think we should get to know each other more." I felt relieved he didn't hate me.
He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and sat up. I shifted so my head was in his lap. We looked into each other's eyes, and I got lost in the swirls of green and brown and gold. I smiled as Frank started playing with my black hair, which caused him to smile too.

"Well what do you want to know?" "What do you like to do?" Kiss you, was my first thought. I can't tell him that, that'd be rushing things..

"I like to draw and sing. I play guitar a little but I'm not good..." "....sing for me?..." The, Frank Iero, wants me to sing for him. Well fuck. Okay...

"Now I know, there's nothing I can say. But where's your heart? But where's your heart? But where's your? And I know, there's nothing I could say. To change that part. To change that part. To change. So many, bright lights to cast a shadow. But can I speak? Is it hard understanding? I'm incomplete.....(I forgot the lyrics to the song I wrote. Nice job Gerard...) I am not afraid to keep on living. I am not afraid to walk this world alone. Honey if you stay I'll be forgiven. Nothing you can say can stop me going home.." "HOLY SHIT!!! Gee you're fucking amazing!" I blushed at his statement. I was okay. But hearing Frankie say I was great was beyond amazing to hear.

I closed my eyes and sighed in happiness as Frank fingered through my hair. I suddenly felt his hands stop. I opened one eye and caught Frank staring, normally he'd turn away and blush but he didn't. Oh no, he leaned down slowly into me. I lifted my chin to meet him. And once again I was kissing this angel.

It was slow and passionate. It made me feel so loved and important, like I mattered to someone other than Mikey. I pulled back for a second to reposition myself. I ended up straddling his hips with my arms on his shoulders. He rested his hand on my hips as we continued our soft slow kisses. Frank licked my bottom lip. I hesitated for a moment but granted him access. I shivered when the tip of his tongue met mine.
I pushed my tongue against his, suddenly wanting more of him. Frank groaned which turned me on even more. I pulled myself closer to his chest and his grip on me tightened. I tangled my fingers in his hair and lightly pulled causing him to moan.
The kisses turned more heated as Frank started kissing down my jawline and soon reached my neck. I started hyperventilating, remembering what Zacky did to me. Tears started to well in my eyes and my breathing started to hitch. Frank immediately stopped, concern filling his hazel eyes. He held my face and made me look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I took it too far. I'm sorry Gee. I'm so sorry..." He rested his head against mine. "It's okay. It's not your fault," I whispered. "But it is..." I lifted his head and noticed tears falling down his face. I took one of my hands and started wiping away his tears. He was too beautiful to cry

"Don't cry darling. It's not your fault." I was about to lean down and kiss him again until I heard the front door open. Mikey was home.

Notes

Dammit mikey!! Jk jk. I love writing this tbh but yeah! The frerard is coming along guise :3