Three Cheers for Red Hair and Love

With Gerard’s cold, bony fingers entwined in Frank’s warm ones, they strode behind the palace to a small separate studio building.

“It’s my own,” explained Frank. “My parents don’t want me with them. Been here since I was nine. Been planning how to get out of here ever since.”

“It’s beautiful. And it’s your own. I’m stuck with my mother., if you can even call her that.”

A gigantic flat screen TV greeted Gerard as he walked into the gorgeous studio. A bedroom branched off from one side, with underwear and t shirts adorning the blue carpeted floor. The bathroom door was on the opposite wall, and a small recording studio was on the last. A cushiony blue grey couch lured him towards it, and was Frank bullied the TV into working he encased himself in the luxury and warmth of the fabric and pillows.

The TV sprang to life and Frank leapt back onto the couch, his brushing Gerard on the way down. his legs rested on Gerard’s warm body and rose and fell with his gentle breaths. Steve Rogers ran across the screen, fully captivating his innocent face. But all Frank could focus on was the way that he had seemed to relax. Whatever darkness had haunted his red-haired head had seemed to take a coffee break. He actually looked happy. He was so beautiful.

Frank curled his body around Gerard’s, encasing him in warmth, goodness, and comfort. He returned the favour with a push onto Frank, his back now snugly against his chest and backside on Frank’s front. They silently stared at the screen, not needing anything except being together to express what flowed between them.

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