It's Not a Fashion Statement

FRANKS POV
“Gee, please, it was not your fault what-so-ever, things happen, I’m perfectly fine,”
He just sobs even harder, burying his face even further into his knees.
I walk over and crouch down next to him, placing a hand under his chin and tilting it up so he’s looking at me.
“Do you wanna know what hurts the most?” I ask, as his hurt eyes travel up to mine and he softly nods, whilst I continue watching his face carefully.
“Seeing you like this. Now get the fuck up and stop being stupid, you know I don’t care about what happened, and even if I did, I wouldn’t blame you, because gee, it wasn’t your fault, okay honey?” I sigh, my face breaking into a smile when his eyes light up.
He smiles back up at me, laughing under his breath and wiping his eyes.
“I can’t believe I’m the one crying and I’m the one being comforted-“
He shakes his head and grins whilst I grab his hand and pull him up to me, so that he’s standing.
“And I can’t believe you’re the one comforting me,” he continues pulling me into a hug.
“Love makes you do weird things, gee,” I say, when he chuckles under his breath.
“You’re so cheesy today, aren’t you?” he asks, raising and eyebrow and smirking, rubbing his hands up and down my sides again.
“Mhm, yeah, whatever,” I hum, nuzzling my face into his chest.
The rain thunders down around us, the only light from the outside is the solar-powered lamps igniting the darkness. Gerard’s taller figure looms over mine, sheltering me from the downpour, as his hair soaks and the water trickles down his neck.

“I love you so much gee, I don’t know what I’d do without you-“
“Well, you wouldn’t have a broken arm or a scar across your stomach,” I hear him mumble; I’m guessing I wasn’t supposed to hear that.

“But I would be dead,” I mumble back, just loud enough for him to hear.
“Please don’t say that,”
“It’s true, though,” I reply, gripping my arms around him even tighter. He sighs in defeat, then gently strokes up and down my jawline with his hand.

“Let’s make a cake.”
Gerard suddenly says, perking up and pulling me into the house, then into the kitchen, and then searching through the cupboards for various ingredients.
“Okay so… what cake should we make? Like we can do like triple chocolate, marble, coconut and jam, vanilla, fudge, cinnamon, red velvet, chocolate fucking orange, strawberry crème, I don’t know, fucking rainbow, what ever you want Frankie,” he leans against the counter, listing off various cakes, which makes me grin, just the thought of him with his apron hanging loosely around his neck, his black ear-length hair falling into his eyes as he blows it away, narrowing his eyes onto the single strand fluttering in his eyes, and just the fact he’s making a cake and that he has so much stuff to make a cake with. He carries on listing off some flavors I haven’t even heard of, counting on his fingers as he names each one. He finishes and looks at me, grinning like an idiot.

I chuckle and move over to the counter filled with ingredients, scanning my eyes over all of it.
“Oh my god-“ I can’t help but laugh. He’s such an adorable dork who’s extremely attractive and sweet and secretly makes cakes as a hobby.
He pouts and squints his face up as he looks over all the ingredients, then sighs and rolls his eyes as he holds his hands up in defeat.
“Okay, right, I like making cakes, whatever-“
“Why had I not known this sooner?” I ask, grinning.
“Okay, well, I don’t know, I just decided to not make them anymore… I wanted to make you one of my own for your birthday, but then I decided that it was kind of sad so I bought you one and then-“
“It’s cute,” I reply, smiling so wide I think my mouth might fall off my face.
“Okay, whatever, now choose. What cake are we gonna make?”

“Mhm… chocolate orange. It’s my favorite,“
“Sick. Right, okay, c’mon,” he continues listing some things I should get out and measure for him, even though I don’t know what the majority of this baking shit even is.

“Gerard what the fuck is that?” I ask, scowling, having no idea what he just asked me to collect for him.
“Just read the boxes or packets or something, did you even go to school?”
“For a few years,” I joke, but Gerard suddenly doesn’t seem to find it funny.
“Wait, what?” he ask, pausing what he was doing.
“Erm… I had to leave school… I was homeless, never mind school-“
“Frankie that’s really bad! What are you going to do if you ever leave me- actually fuck that. But I don’t know, what if you want a job? Like a different job or-“
“I’m not, I won’t, I don’t want to.” I reply, reading the various ingredients until I find the right one I’ve been searching for for ages.
“But what if you actually want to do something and then you-“
“Gerard shut up. I don’t need school anymore, there’s only like a few months left until I’d be leaving anyway, I only missed like a year or something, it honestly isn’t that bad. Plus, if I ever did any other job, it certainly wouldn’t involve school or anything even remotely academic based,” I sigh, returning back to the ingredients to search for the next requested.
“What did you want to do?” he asks, curiously.
“Don’t know really, something music based. I never really cared about pay, I just always wanted to do something I’m happy with and I’d enjoy, yknow?”
“Mhm, yeah,” he agrees, leaving us in silence for a moment.
“Are you happy with me?” he suddenly asks, breaking the silence.
“Literally the stupidest question ever asked.”
I reply, rolling my eyes, Gee grins in response.
“Come here,” he asks me; I join him by the counter, when he finishes stirring the mixture.
“Taste-“ he holds the spoon up for me as I lick a stripe off it and the sweet taste floods my mouth, whilst I pull a face which is probably pretty close to a face I’d pull having an orgasm.
“Frankie please don’t moan like that, it goes straight to my dick,“
“This is sooo good, mhm, yeah…“ I emphasize the moans as I attempt to lick the spoon in a sensual way, though I’m pretty sure I just look like an idiot.
“Frank I’m not even kidding-“
Okay, guess it did work then.
“Okay fine whatever. It’s really good though,”
He nods and then dips a finger in, tasting the mixture and then pulling a disgusted face.
“Oh god no nope no yuck,” he scowls, then shaking his head and pouring the whole bowl of mixture in the bin.
“What?” I question, completely shocked as to why he would jump to the conclusion of binning the whole mixture.
“Trust me Frankie, I know what I’m doing,”
“Sure, that’s why you just messed up a whole bowl of it,” I challenge, smirking, then casually leaning back against the kitchen cupboards and picking at my nails.
“Well then Frankie, if that’s how you’re going to go about this…”

And before I knew it, I had a bag of flour tipped onto my head.
“Whoops, my hand slipped-“
“Gerard! You fucking ass,“ I shout, trying my hardest to hold back my laughter. I wipe my eyes from the white powder substance on my face, scraping it off my face and dropping it onto the floor, as I shake my hair to try and get some of the flour clumps out. My black t-shirt is covered in flour and my jeans too. Basically every part of me is covered in flour.
“I hope you’ve ran out of flour to make your cakes,” I huff, shaking my arms around.
Gerard giggles and covers his mouth with his hand to stop himself from laughing out, standing back and viewing his handy work.
“Nope,” he smirks, opening a cupboard, revealing several more bags of the flour.
“Fucking idiot…” I mutter under my breath, grinning because it’s purely impossible not to smile right now.
-
“Flour-“ Gerard shouts, clicking his fingers repeatedly above his head, and rolling the ‘r’.
“Coming, your royal highness,” I reply, rolling my eyes, still covered in the flour from earlier. I can’t help the smirk that upturns on my lips when Gerard acts like an idiot. It’s just really, really cute.
“Sailors fighting in the dance hall-“ Gerard suddenly bursts out in song, putting on a pretty good British accent whilst singing it.
“Bowie, really Gerard?” he just ignores my comment and carries on, slowly rocking his hips side to side.
“Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show-“
I watch him make a huge production out of the song, hitting the high forte notes with actually a lot of power, still remaining singing in the thick British accent, completely forgetting about the mixing of ingredients.
“Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know-“
He flicks his hair and turns around, jutting his hip out and running a hand down his face, and continuing,
“He's in the best selling show
Is there life on MARRRRRRSSS-“
I’m actually quite astonished by how good Gerard is, at A, singing, B, his British accent, and C, how fucking hot and talented he is all at the same time.
“Woah.”
“Sorry. I had the song in my head and got a bit carried away.”
“Na, no it’s cool.”
Gerard turns around and carries on softly humming the rest of the tune, going back to mixing and gently swaying his hips to the beat… that ass… it’s just so perfect-
“Frankieeeeee, oh sugarrrrr, get me the sugarrrr-“ he sings out, interrupting my trance about his ass. I pass him the bag and I watch him carefully sprinkle some in, then dip his finger in and taste it.
“Mhm, this is so much better, try this now,”
He dips his finger in again and holds it out for me to lick, but then instead dabs it onto my nose.
He laughs when I attempt to reach my nose with my tongue to lick it off, but no avail.
“You have so much flour on you.” He states, a sheepish grin on his face.
“Oh wow thanks for pointing that one out, I had no idea.”

He then pours the mixture into the tray thing and puts it into the oven, setting a timer and throwing his apron on the floor, heading out of the kitchen.
“Aren’t you going to clean… this… up?” I shout from the kitchen, looking around at all the mess and the flour, which is basically everywhere.
“Later, come here, though,”
He pulls me in by the waist as soon as I walk through the doorway, taking me by surprise, attaching his lips to mine immediately. I kiss back straight away, slipping my eyes shut and letting his hands run up and down my hips carefully. Every time we kiss it’s still like the fist time, it still sends my heart beating twice as fast, it still makes my head go fuzzy, it still makes my body feel like it’s on fire, it still gives me a tingling feeling in my stomach, I still get the feeling of my eyes tearing up, I’ll always feel as though I have a million butterflies fluttering inside of me.
I suddenly get a rush of adrenaline, pushing Gerard back against the wall, taking him by surprise, and attaching my lips to his, running my hands up and down his bare chest, feeling his soft, warm body under my hands.
His hands move over to my chest, but I grab them and hold them either side of his head so he can’t touch me, as he whimpers and I press harder into the kiss, tilting my head slightly to the side.
I press my hips up against his, pulling away from his lips for air, he immediately takes this as a chance to lick a stripe from my jawline down to my collar bone, sucking in a spot which immediately makes me feel weak.
He could literally just touch that particular spot and I would loose all the strength in my legs straight away, never mind sucking and biting down on it. I feel his teeth dig in the spot and I involuntary moan extremely loud, collapsing into him.
He turns me around so that I’m pushed against the wall, smirking at the fact he’s found my weak spot.
“Little Frankie isn’t so big anymore, is he?” he whispers into my ear, sending a rush of lust throughout my body. I gulp and shake my head shyly, longing for his lips back to that spot.
Thank god, he does, carefully lapping his tongue over the area and then sucking again, making me whimper as his big hands stroke up and down my hips.
He bites down the exact same spot again; gently at first, then so hard I think he draws blood. I practically melt into the wall, unable to stay up on my legs, crying out in a slight hint of pain, but it’s worth it for the pleasure that rushes around my body. It feels amazing.
Gerard pulls away and softly kisses the purple-red patch of skin, causing me to whimper.
“It’s bleeding-“ he states, pulling away and licking his bottom lip, tasting my blood in his mouth and pulling a face, even though I think it’s pretty hot.
“I know,”
“It didn't hurt? does it hurt?” he questions worriedly, running his finger over it and sending a shiver throughout my body, his eyes full of concern.
“It feels amazing.” I reply truthfully, desperate to have my hands on Gerard. He ‘ok’ nods me, and licks a stripe over the bruised patch, tickling the broken skin.
I snake my arms around his neck, whilst Gerard holds me around the hips, rejoining our lips and kissing passionately, gracing his fingers up and down my spine.
“Gerard, can we just fuck?” I pull away and ask; to my surprise, he shakes his head and steps away. I think he can sense my disappointment and hurt, whether it’s given away by my face or body language, I don’t know.
“No. You have stitches and a broken wrist. No way.”
I try to protest, but I can just tell he isn’t going to change his mind so there is no point, but I still do it anyway.
“That’s not fair.” I huff, hating the stupid stitches and wrist injury more than ever before.
“I know, but it’ll just make it worse, I don’t want that okay?” he tells me, rejoining our lips until literally a second later the stupid cake timer goes off.
“But we were going to before Mikey came-“
I try, as I follow him into the kitchen.
“Yes, but at the time I hadn’t realized how bad your wrist and stitches are,”
He replies, bending over to open the oven, giving me a full view of his amazing ass.
“We would’ve done it anyway, so what does it matter-“
I challenge, as he takes the cake out and places it onto the counter top.
“Frank I said no. We’re not and we aren’t going to until your injuries have healed, okay? Of course I want to, I just know it’ll be really painful for you.”
“I don’t care Gee,”
“Frank, drop it okay? I’m sorry, but I wouldn’t be able to knowing how much it could hurt you. It’s only because I care and I love you all right?”
I huff in defeat, extremely irritated and frustrated, but at the same time extremely grateful, for Gerard is so considerate and kind, which makes me feel cared about, and loved, which really warms my heart.
“Do you wanna help ice this?” he asks, breaking the silence, I didn’t even realise was placed.
“Erm no… I’ll just meet you on the sofa or something, I’ll probably just end up messing it up anyway, plus, I kinda need to wash my hair I feel pretty gross from all the flour that you tipped on me earlier.”
I can tell he smiles at that, still being smug about the fact he tipped flour on me.
-
I run the hot water and step in, letting the water drench my hair out. I still have a bit of flour on me, which I don’t realise, until goes all clumpy and disgusting in the water. Gross.
I pour shampoo onto my hand and massage my scalp, cleaning my hair as the raspberry scent enters my nose.
Gerard’s hair usually smells of coconut, because he uses the coconut shampoo, where as I prefer the raspberry scented one. I love Gerard’s hair, it’s so soft, luscious and thick and so well kept. It’s always pushed into a side parting and he looks gorgeous, especially when it’s just been conditioned and blow-dried so it’s still warm and extremely soft, and the silky thick black locks fall in front of his eyes, and no matter what he does to try and keep it out of his eyes, it’ll just fall perfectly back to how it was. I love it when it’s like that, I mean I love it all the time, but when it’s just been washed it’s so thick of volume and amazing and I just want to run my hands through it. Not being able to run your hands through his hair when it’s like that is the equivalent of seeing a really cute puppy and you can’t stroke it, even though it’s giving you those eyes begging for you to stroke it.
It’s just so beautiful like the rest of him; it frames his face so well and highlights his features. His nose is so cute and adorable and just perfect, like; if someone said to you, think of the most perfect nose ever, it would literally be Gerard’s. It’s just a beautiful nose and so cute and so sweet.
His skin is so soft and warm; it’s evenly toned and quite pale, yet, if he spent a day in the sun, he’d have a beautiful golden tan that really compliments his black hair. He has Italian ancestors like me, and generally speaking it means we can both tan pretty well.
But Gerard’s skin is just perfect in every way, whether he is as pale as a bed sheet or really tanned, he just looks right no matter what, where as if I got a tan, I’d look like a tangerine and just so stupid.
Just the general shape of his face is so perfect, his cheekbones and his fucking jawline and just everything about his facial structure is so amazing. And then his lips, they’re so soft and plump, they’re a really pretty shade of pink and gentle, and then when he speaks the side of his mouth turns up which is also so adorable.
His teeth are so cute and tiny, they’re really straight and pearly white. Then his smile, it’s just so pretty, his smile alone can make my whole day.
His eyes are so amazing and enticing, a mixture of chocolate brown and emerald green, with little flecks of amber. How they light up when he smiles and he gets them little crinkles by the side of his eyes when he grins, his thick his long eyelashes and then his perfect eyebrows; I just love everything about him. He’s so fucking gorgeous; he doesn’t even seem real. Then his body… damn it’s hot. He isn’t exactly muscly, more like toned. His figure is just… perfect. Everything is perfect, his laugh and his-
I’m cut off when I hear a knock at the door, which I reply to come in.

“I was just wondering where you are…if you’re okay, you’ve been at least an hour, you know.“
I didn’t know that, I just got so carried away thinking about him.
I poke my head around the tiled wall that separates the shower and the rest of the bathroom.
“Do you wanna join?”
I ask, suddenly aware we have never showered together before, which is kind of weird since all I do in the shower is think of him.
“Erm… I guess, why not,”
He replies, when I suddenly get really exited. Why had neither of us ever thought of doing this? We’ve been dating for over two months, how had we not showered together before this?
He steps in and I rake my eyes over his body, instantly getting extremely turned on just at the sight of him.
“Do your stitches not hurt in the water?” Gerard asks, furrowing his eyebrows and watching me with concern.
“Erm no… they just feel like normal.” I answer, as Gerard smiles and wrapping his arms around my waist, he steps under the water, it soaks his hair, which is really fucking hot. The strands of black hair stick to his forehead, which I run my hand through, as he tilts my chin up and softly joins our lips. I pull away and pick up the coconut shampoo and squirt it into my hand, then lather it into his hair. I try to use two hands, but it’s kind of hard considering one of them is still sort of broken.
“mhm, that feels so nice-“
I massage his scalp with the shampoo, the coconut scent spreading throughout the bathroom. He reattaches our lips and it feels so amazing, having the warm, relaxing water run down my back, Gerard’s soft hand roam around my body, whilst his other gently strokes down my jawline, and then his amazing lips pressed against mine.

Notes

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and i just really wanna hear gerard cover life on mars i think that would actually make my liFE