A Whispered Blessing
A Dip In The Bed
**THREE YEARS LATER**
}Gerard{
"Dad?" Yes I know Bandit, I reply in my head.
"i'm almost done, just a minute!" It was the annaversery of Frank and Jamia's wedding. Even though it had been three years since Frank had lost Jamia and I lost Lindsay, we still celebrated our anaversery.
I finnished fixing my hair and grabbed my keys. Off to Franks then I guess.
Bandit stopped me just as I was about to leave.
"Grandma Iero isn't here yet." She said.
"Well then we'll just have to wait then, yeah?" I said picking my daughter up. God she looked and reminded me so much of
"Tommarow? Really Gerard. Franks kids what is he doing with them?" She said reffering to the fact that frank and I will probably get drunk as fuck.
"Alicia and Mikey took 'em." I shrugged. Lynda sighed.
"Okay well I've got to get going, thabks Lynda." I said, kissed her cheek and left.
The drive to Franks was short. The radio blaired some staticky unknown song and it began to rain. Fucking great, I thought. I pulled into franks drive way and ran for life. I didn't want my hair getting wet. Frank greeted me at the door. We had become extreamly close in the last three years. I wrapped him in a hug and we stoo like that for what seemed like ever. When we released we went inside the actual house, rather than stading in the door way. I immideatly webt towards the fridge, grabbed a couple of beers and handed one to frank.
"So three years, gone just like that!" He said reflecting on all the things the girls have missed. Birthday, marriges, voncerts,celebrations and life. I nodded, and opened abother beer.
"yeah it still seems like so sureal." He said opening his forth beer.
"Its a good thing that you allways..." He said trailing off.
"Yeah sure, what ever bro." I said just to sy something.
By our tenth beer we began sluring our words, our vision ws going and we couldn't walk a strait line to save our lives. My speech was cut off while franks was tarzan like.
"Frannnn... Bed" I yawned
"mmm yeah" he stood up from his chair, wobbled a little and stagered to the bathroom.
"Go. Bed. Gee!" He said waiving hos hand over his shoulder. I made my way up to the first bedroom i could find. Layed down and fell asleep.
}Frank{
I went for the bathroom and attempted to brush my teeth. Let me tell you a lil something about brushing your teeth when drunk. D.O.N'T! I poled my self in the eye! Twice! Then i just gave up and staggered into my room. I felt a familiar dip in the bed and lent over to kiss Jamia. Our lips met. I heard a deep moan. Wait deep?!
My eyes flew open to se tat i wasn't kissing Jamia but Gerard. I pulled back instantly. What was I doinb?! Jamia was dead. How did I just forget that? God Gee probably hates me now. I mean we've kissed before but that was for a dare and stuff but it didn't mean anything. Now I just feel... Strange. This time it was differnt. I kind of want to kiss him again. I see him staring at me, eyes full of guilt and wonder and then he looks away.
"Frank?" He looks at me through his bangs. I hear my breath hitch.
"Yeah..." A few seconds pass
"I—Uh" He stutters. I try and find something to tell me what hes thinking or feeling. But I don't see him getting upset. No, what i see is more saddnes with a hint of like desperation. I look down and strait into his eyes. Gerard grabs my chin and crashes his lips to mine. I let out a wimper. We're both gasping for breath and frighing for dominance.
"Gerard." I moan.
His eyes are open And he's staring into mine, those hazel eyes silently teasing. He's drunk! We're drunk! I repeat this over and over in my head.
I miss this, I miss sex, the feeling of love, and closeness. I feel myself growing. Gerard who is now on top of me grinds his hips i to mine. Fuck! This is good. My head is spinning and my emotions are creeping up like some crazy hormonal teenagers would. I reach for his shirt. He helps me take it off. Mines next. We flip; I'm on top of him now. I kiss his neck , moving slowly down his chest. I noticed his enlarging problem a while ago, he's moaning. I teasing. I grind my hips into his then trace my hand down his sides then across his too tight skinny jeans.
"Fuck Frank!" He gasps and bucks his hips. I smile, i wonder what else i can do to get a reaction out of him.
}Gerard{
"Dad?" Yes I know Bandit, I reply in my head.
"i'm almost done, just a minute!" It was the annaversery of Frank and Jamia's wedding. Even though it had been three years since Frank had lost Jamia and I lost Lindsay, we still celebrated our anaversery.
I finnished fixing my hair and grabbed my keys. Off to Franks then I guess.
Bandit stopped me just as I was about to leave.
"Grandma Iero isn't here yet." She said.
"Well then we'll just have to wait then, yeah?" I said picking my daughter up. God she looked and reminded me so much of
"Tommarow? Really Gerard. Franks kids what is he doing with them?" She said reffering to the fact that frank and I will probably get drunk as fuck.
"Alicia and Mikey took 'em." I shrugged. Lynda sighed.
"Okay well I've got to get going, thabks Lynda." I said, kissed her cheek and left.
The drive to Franks was short. The radio blaired some staticky unknown song and it began to rain. Fucking great, I thought. I pulled into franks drive way and ran for life. I didn't want my hair getting wet. Frank greeted me at the door. We had become extreamly close in the last three years. I wrapped him in a hug and we stoo like that for what seemed like ever. When we released we went inside the actual house, rather than stading in the door way. I immideatly webt towards the fridge, grabbed a couple of beers and handed one to frank.
"So three years, gone just like that!" He said reflecting on all the things the girls have missed. Birthday, marriges, voncerts,celebrations and life. I nodded, and opened abother beer.
"yeah it still seems like so sureal." He said opening his forth beer.
"Its a good thing that you allways..." He said trailing off.
"Yeah sure, what ever bro." I said just to sy something.
By our tenth beer we began sluring our words, our vision ws going and we couldn't walk a strait line to save our lives. My speech was cut off while franks was tarzan like.
"Frannnn... Bed" I yawned
"mmm yeah" he stood up from his chair, wobbled a little and stagered to the bathroom.
"Go. Bed. Gee!" He said waiving hos hand over his shoulder. I made my way up to the first bedroom i could find. Layed down and fell asleep.
}Frank{
I went for the bathroom and attempted to brush my teeth. Let me tell you a lil something about brushing your teeth when drunk. D.O.N'T! I poled my self in the eye! Twice! Then i just gave up and staggered into my room. I felt a familiar dip in the bed and lent over to kiss Jamia. Our lips met. I heard a deep moan. Wait deep?!
My eyes flew open to se tat i wasn't kissing Jamia but Gerard. I pulled back instantly. What was I doinb?! Jamia was dead. How did I just forget that? God Gee probably hates me now. I mean we've kissed before but that was for a dare and stuff but it didn't mean anything. Now I just feel... Strange. This time it was differnt. I kind of want to kiss him again. I see him staring at me, eyes full of guilt and wonder and then he looks away.
"Frank?" He looks at me through his bangs. I hear my breath hitch.
"Yeah..." A few seconds pass
"I—Uh" He stutters. I try and find something to tell me what hes thinking or feeling. But I don't see him getting upset. No, what i see is more saddnes with a hint of like desperation. I look down and strait into his eyes. Gerard grabs my chin and crashes his lips to mine. I let out a wimper. We're both gasping for breath and frighing for dominance.
"Gerard." I moan.
His eyes are open And he's staring into mine, those hazel eyes silently teasing. He's drunk! We're drunk! I repeat this over and over in my head.
I miss this, I miss sex, the feeling of love, and closeness. I feel myself growing. Gerard who is now on top of me grinds his hips i to mine. Fuck! This is good. My head is spinning and my emotions are creeping up like some crazy hormonal teenagers would. I reach for his shirt. He helps me take it off. Mines next. We flip; I'm on top of him now. I kiss his neck , moving slowly down his chest. I noticed his enlarging problem a while ago, he's moaning. I teasing. I grind my hips into his then trace my hand down his sides then across his too tight skinny jeans.
"Fuck Frank!" He gasps and bucks his hips. I smile, i wonder what else i can do to get a reaction out of him.
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