It's Not a Fashion Statement

franks pov
I roll over in the bed sheets and stretch my arms out, taking in a deep breath and yawning. My eyes flutter open and I sit up, staying sat still for a moment, letting my mind process. I glance over to the beautiful man lying next to me, when my mind finally catches up. His black hair falls in front of his gently shut eyes, his chest slowly rising and falling at an even pace. Yesterday, he dyed his hair black, and it looks amazing. I mean, he looked amazing before, but black just suits him so well. It goes up to his jawline, and it’s swept into a side parting which frames his face and I just love it. It’s so soft and it smells of coconuts and I just want to run my fingers through it and kiss those soft lips…
That’s when I remember! My birthday! Finally, I won’t have to hide the fact I’m in love with the most amazing, beautiful, caring man in the world.
We have so much planned for today and I can’t wait.
I slump back down into the covers and decide I literally cannot wait for him to wake up and I can kiss him. So, why don’t I wake him up by kissing him?
I fiddle with the locks of soft, messy black hair and the sweet coconut scent immediately drifts up my nose. I pull a hand through the dark strands, which feel soft in my palm, as I shuffle myself as close to him as possible.
I breath in his fruity scent and grace my chapped lips over his soft ones, attaching them and feeling a buzz in my heart. Almost immediately, I feel a tug back on my own lips, and I’m suddenly being pulled on top of him.
We explore each other’s mouths for a little while longer until we break apart, panting for air. I rely on my arms either side of him to keep me from squashing him flat, as he opens his lust-blown eyes and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.
He tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth and stares back into my eyes.
“Happy birthday baby,”
His voice is lower and raspier than usual, his once-thick Jersey accent showing through and it sounds so fucking sexy. I just love his morning voice; it’s so hot, and goes straight to my dick.
He wraps his arms around me, and I have no choice but to let my own arms, which were keeping me up, give in, as he tugs me closer into his chest. I turn my head and try to tilt it up so that I’m looking at him, as he strokes the back of my hair in a comforting way.
We stay like that for about half an hour, even though the time passes so quickly.
“c’mon, let's get up. I have something for you,”
I told him not to get me anything! I hoped that he wouldn’t bother, but knowing him I already knew he would get me something, even though I made it clear there is really no need.
I slide off him and I feel lost because of the sudden lack of contact, but it’s okay because he soon stands back up and replaces his touch by wrapping his arms around my hips.
“You look cold-“
He leans into the wardrobe and pulls out the huge sweatshirt I love. It’s grey and has his old art college logo on. I think it’s cute he still has it.
The hoodie basically drowns me, but the inside is so comfy and warm it doesn’t matter.
He leads me downstairs, directing me with each step. His hands cover my eyes so I can’t see and I just have to go with my instinct and where he’s telling me to step. He flicks on the light and keeps his hands covering my eyes, leading me into the center of the room.
“okay… okay… keep your eyes shut until I say, okay?” I nod and ‘hm’, making sure my eyes are still locked shut. I want to open them, but I’m not going to.
“okay… open your eye!”
I open my eyes, and Gerard is standing in front of me, behind the guitar, and I have to rub my eyes again to make sure it’s real.
“oh my god-“
I bend down in front of the white-bodied guitar and run my hand up the fret board. I run my eyes over the masterpiece again and I honestly can’t believe it.
I pluck each individual string and the sweet melody of tuned notes ring out around the room. The gold pickups shine in the reflection of the lights and I can’t believe it. Gerard bought this guitar for me.

I take a final look, and I’m pretty sure the smile on my face is literally beaming with sunrays.
I jump up and throw myself around Gerard, wrapping my legs around his waist and engulfing him in the biggest hug ever.
“I love it, I love it, I love it! No- fuck, I love you-“
I know it sounds kind of pathetic, but there are tears streaming down my face right now. I’m just so happy, it’s already the best day ever and it’s only just started.

After a while of hugging and kissing, Gerard leads me into the kitchen and I get another surprise, there’s a cake on the table with chocolate icing, and it spells, ‘happy birthday frank, I love you,“ on.
“Gerard, you didn’t have to do any of this,”
“Well, I did, and it’s because I love you,”
“Thank you so much…I love you too-“
He cuts me off by attaching his lips back to mine. I’m pretty sure all we’ve been doing so far this morning is kissing, but that’s all right, because you can never have enough of kissing gerard.
I feel his hand travel up my shirt and tickle my skin. It soon starts to travel back down, but this time, it goes lower down than I anticipated…
I accidentally moan out when his fingers grace my already half hard dick. Gerard smirks and reaches his hand right down my pants and it feels so amazing, having him finally touch me there, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for him to do that.
“Ugh, gee-“
“Time for breakfast, birthday boy!”
He slipped his hand out of my pants and just walked off into the kitchen. Fucking cock tease.

Notes

ik its short but...
*gets out tambourine *
*taps out beat*
the smuT iS soOON, Oh so SOOn