You should have never come
Chapter 17
...“Please,” I beg. He actually got me really intrigued, and I hate it when people don’t tell me things, or rather don’t finish telling them.
“Uh…”
Gerard’s POV
“Uh… I… I just wanted to remind you that you should hide your phones and chargers when you aren’t in the room, that’s it. Ballash told me he wanted to check each room for electronic devices, and I just wanted to warn you,” Frank finishes, a fake, tight smile still plastered to his face. His eyes look pained, as if he’s being stabbed in the chest with a knife.
“Okay, I’ll tell the guys, thanks,” I reply, feeling a bit awkward. I’m lying on Frank’s bed, and he is the counselor who was apparently trying to seduce a teenager. AND he is the most attractive human being in this place.
Frank’s lips slowly curve downwards in a frown, but he seems to not notice it as he is deep in thought. His sad eyes are fixed on me, and I just can’t manage to look away. I just want to leave as quickly as possible to not embarrass myself even more, but I can’t- I still feel somewhat sick.
After what seems like a whole eternity, his chest rises in a deep, heavy breath.
“So do you know why you fainted?”
“I already told you, it was a panic attack. And I get dizzy and lightheaded often because of low blood pressure. I tend to black out from time to time,” I force a laugh out of myself, but I know I just sound stupid. “That’s actually the reason I need coffee- to increase my blood pressure,”
I feel like I’m talking too much and being annoying, but I just can’t help it- the words are pouring out of me like a waterfall. I fumble with my thumbs, trying to distract myself with something. My face heats up rapidly, and I know I’m probably as red as my hair.
“Oh Gee…” Frank whispers, and before I have a chance to reply or say anything, he quickly bends down closer to my face and pauses, looking straight into my eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen sadder eyes than his are right now- filled with unexplained internal pain, regret, doubtfulness and…
Suddenly, without a warning, he lowers his head and seals his lips to mine.
My protective reflex works and I immediately press my hands into his chest, trying to push him away, but he’s much stronger than me. It takes me a second to realise what is actually happening, but when I do, my stomach drops and my heart flutters in pleasure and shock.
Frank Iero is kissing me.
He isn’t moving his lips, they are just firmly pressed to mine, as if he is trying to keep me in place. I watch him, wide eyed, but his own eyes are closed, eyebrows raised slightly, so I close mine, too. His ice-cold, slightly wet hands cup my cheeks, bringing my face even closer to his, and I feel the bed next to me dip as he climbs on. I expect him to straddle my hips, but instead he just sits by me on his knees, only his torso hovering above me, his chest slightly touching mine. I’m out of breath, but don’t dare to break the contact, so I just slowly, as quietly as possible breathe through my nose. Frank’s lips are slightly chapped and rough, and his lip ring is uncomfortably cold, but I couldn’t wish for more. This moment couldn’t be any more perfect and desired anyways.
I’d never imagine my first kiss being like this.
Frank pulls away, but I can still feel his hot breath on my lips.
“I’ll get you all the coffee you want, just let me kiss you once more,” he mumbles quietly, somewhat sounding devastated, sad and desperate, against my mouth, fisting his hand in my hair, half pulling on it and half petting me.
Without opening my eyes, I stretch my neck upwards until I feel the tip of my nose touch his skin. My heart is thumping loud, but my pulse seems long gone. The air is fire-hot and ice-cold at the same time, and I’m trembling in Frank’s arms, adrenaline running through my veins like race cars.
“More than once, p-please,” I stutter, feeling high, like that one time I smoked weed in a guy’s basement. But this was undoubtedly much, much better.
“What?”
I open my eyes to look at the panting man above me. He is practically a teenager, I shouldn’t call him a man- he’s only two years older than me. He stares back at me, his eyes wide with surprise. Did he think I was going to reject him?
“Kiss me all you want, that’s what I meant,” I say, feeling kind of dumb and his mouth drops. He looks at me, as if trying to tell if I’m joking or not.
“You aren’t scared?” he finally asks, his voice quiet, but not a whisper.
“No. Please, kiss me,” I ask once again and his eyes light up, a delighted, beaming smile parting his lips. He lowers himself towards me again, and this time, I kiss back.
“Uh…”
Gerard’s POV
“Uh… I… I just wanted to remind you that you should hide your phones and chargers when you aren’t in the room, that’s it. Ballash told me he wanted to check each room for electronic devices, and I just wanted to warn you,” Frank finishes, a fake, tight smile still plastered to his face. His eyes look pained, as if he’s being stabbed in the chest with a knife.
“Okay, I’ll tell the guys, thanks,” I reply, feeling a bit awkward. I’m lying on Frank’s bed, and he is the counselor who was apparently trying to seduce a teenager. AND he is the most attractive human being in this place.
Frank’s lips slowly curve downwards in a frown, but he seems to not notice it as he is deep in thought. His sad eyes are fixed on me, and I just can’t manage to look away. I just want to leave as quickly as possible to not embarrass myself even more, but I can’t- I still feel somewhat sick.
After what seems like a whole eternity, his chest rises in a deep, heavy breath.
“So do you know why you fainted?”
“I already told you, it was a panic attack. And I get dizzy and lightheaded often because of low blood pressure. I tend to black out from time to time,” I force a laugh out of myself, but I know I just sound stupid. “That’s actually the reason I need coffee- to increase my blood pressure,”
I feel like I’m talking too much and being annoying, but I just can’t help it- the words are pouring out of me like a waterfall. I fumble with my thumbs, trying to distract myself with something. My face heats up rapidly, and I know I’m probably as red as my hair.
“Oh Gee…” Frank whispers, and before I have a chance to reply or say anything, he quickly bends down closer to my face and pauses, looking straight into my eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen sadder eyes than his are right now- filled with unexplained internal pain, regret, doubtfulness and…
Suddenly, without a warning, he lowers his head and seals his lips to mine.
My protective reflex works and I immediately press my hands into his chest, trying to push him away, but he’s much stronger than me. It takes me a second to realise what is actually happening, but when I do, my stomach drops and my heart flutters in pleasure and shock.
Frank Iero is kissing me.
He isn’t moving his lips, they are just firmly pressed to mine, as if he is trying to keep me in place. I watch him, wide eyed, but his own eyes are closed, eyebrows raised slightly, so I close mine, too. His ice-cold, slightly wet hands cup my cheeks, bringing my face even closer to his, and I feel the bed next to me dip as he climbs on. I expect him to straddle my hips, but instead he just sits by me on his knees, only his torso hovering above me, his chest slightly touching mine. I’m out of breath, but don’t dare to break the contact, so I just slowly, as quietly as possible breathe through my nose. Frank’s lips are slightly chapped and rough, and his lip ring is uncomfortably cold, but I couldn’t wish for more. This moment couldn’t be any more perfect and desired anyways.
I’d never imagine my first kiss being like this.
Frank pulls away, but I can still feel his hot breath on my lips.
“I’ll get you all the coffee you want, just let me kiss you once more,” he mumbles quietly, somewhat sounding devastated, sad and desperate, against my mouth, fisting his hand in my hair, half pulling on it and half petting me.
Without opening my eyes, I stretch my neck upwards until I feel the tip of my nose touch his skin. My heart is thumping loud, but my pulse seems long gone. The air is fire-hot and ice-cold at the same time, and I’m trembling in Frank’s arms, adrenaline running through my veins like race cars.
“More than once, p-please,” I stutter, feeling high, like that one time I smoked weed in a guy’s basement. But this was undoubtedly much, much better.
“What?”
I open my eyes to look at the panting man above me. He is practically a teenager, I shouldn’t call him a man- he’s only two years older than me. He stares back at me, his eyes wide with surprise. Did he think I was going to reject him?
“Kiss me all you want, that’s what I meant,” I say, feeling kind of dumb and his mouth drops. He looks at me, as if trying to tell if I’m joking or not.
“You aren’t scared?” he finally asks, his voice quiet, but not a whisper.
“No. Please, kiss me,” I ask once again and his eyes light up, a delighted, beaming smile parting his lips. He lowers himself towards me again, and this time, I kiss back.
Notes
A chapter you have all been waiting for, it finally happened) I hope you like this
tbh I am not really sure about the quality of this chapter, so I'd ESPECIALLY appreciate your feedback for it
and be so kind to check out my new oneshot, I'd love that too)
http://www.mychemicalromancefanfiction.com/Story/65035/I-Wish-I-Didnt-Know/
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This was actually the first fanfiction I ever read. (Hence that was like a year and a half ago)
5/1/17