The Poets Screamed For Us

Gerard knew he wasn’t in his own bed, and it sort of freaked him out. He knew it wasn’t his bed because the sheets were silk. Even though his eyes weren’t open, he could feel them under him. He started to panic. He heard someone mumble something next to him, and his eyes popped open. He felt a pair of arms snake around his waist, and pull him closer. That’s when he realized he wasn’t wearing any clothes. He felt his cheeks heat up. He lifted the large black blanket that rested over him, and looked at the arms. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the tattoos on them. Then he freaked out again, because it was Frank.
He has slept with Frank. He felt the corners of his mouth pull up into a smile. Mind you, Gerard was no floozy, but he felt proud of himself for not just sleeping with someone, but sleeping with Frank fucking Iero. He rolled over and looked at Frank. His breath caught in his throat when he noticed all of the dark purple lovebites on Frank’s neck.
“G’morning” Frank said, and Gerard looked up at him and was met with his glowing hazel eyes staring back at him.
“Good morning.” He replied with a small smile. Frank leaned over and placed a small kiss on Gerard’s lips, then pulled himself up. Gerard felt his heart flutter. “I’m gonna go make you breakfast, darling.” Frank said to him, then slipped on his sweat pants that were lying carelessly on his floor. He leaned back down and kissed Gerard once more, then made his way out of the small room.
Gerard laid his head back on the pillow beneath him and smiled to himself. “You, Gerard Way, are a legend for this.” He whispered to himself with a huge grin. He heard the clinking of pots and pans coming from the kitchen and sat up, scanning the room for his pants. When he couldn’t find them, we walked into Frank’s closet and pulled out a pair of black pajama pants, and slipped them on, then made his way to the kitchen.
Once he left the room, he smiled. He could see Frank in the kitchen making pancakes, and bobbing his head to the music that was playing.
Yep, Gerard was definitely going to fall in love with this boy. It was inevitable.
He walked slowly to the kitchen, just taking in every ounce of the smaller, dark haired man. He leaned against the doorframe, and waited for Frank to finish up, not wanting to interrupt him.
Frank placed the pancaked onto the place, and turned around.
“Gee” he said with a smile. Gerard gushed at the nickname. “I made your pancake special.” He said as he brought the plates to the small red table in the middle of the room. Gerard giggled as he looked at the heart-shaped pancake. “Thanks, Frankie.” He said, and leaned across the table and kissed him. He started laughing when he saw that Frank had made his pancake into the shape of a skull.
“What? You don’t get a heart?” Gerard asked him with a smirk playing on his lips.
“Nah, I’m too punk rock for that.” He said, cooly.
Gerard raised his eyebrows and looked down at the pancake lying on plate in front of him.
“Hey Frankie, I don’t mean to sound like an asshole because I really do appreciate that you did this for me and I love it, but I’m really not hungry. I’m sorry.” Gerard said with a solemn look on his face.
“Don’t sweat it, sugar.” Frank said, and stabbed the heart pancake with his fork and brought it over to his own plate.
“I thought you were too punk rock?” Gerard said in a mocking tone. Frank rolled his eyes.
“I am, but y’know.. pancakes are pretty good.” He said, and began eating.
Gerard stayed with him while he ate, and Frank was silently thanking him for it.
The truth is, Frank was terrified that he was going to blink, and Gerard would be gone. He was constantly thinking about how absolutely gorgeous he is, and he doesn’t even have to try. Like when he’s chewing his gum, which he may or may not be addicted to, and the way he even did that put Frank into a trance. Gerard was probably the most obnoxious gum chewer Frank had ever met in his whole life, but he was thankful for it. Gerard had apparent flaws, and it made Frank want to love him more. It’s like when you look at a painting, and you focus on all of the little details, and all of the complicated brush strokes, and all of the details are just ugly, but then you take a step back and admire it as a whole, and god, do those little tiny disasters make for one beautiful painting.
Gerard was art, and Frank knew it.
The previous night had been one of the best nights Frank had ever had, and that was really saying something, because he slept with a lot of people. But when he looked at Gerard, it seemed like he was the only one, because to Frank, he was.
Everything about him was perfect. They way his hair fell into his eyes and he would push it back with his palm and not his fingers, the way he talked out of the side of his mouth, the way his pinky would stick out from the rest of his fingers when he waved, and yes, even the way he chewed his loud ass gum.
Gerard Way was a god in the eyes of Frank Iero.

Notes

Hey guys! So if you read my other story, Secondhand Smoke, you will have seen that I am going out of town tomorrow and wont be able to update for a few days, but I promise two chapters as soon as I come back.
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