Raise heaven in hell

“Rise and shine!” Gerard bursts into the guest room, turning on the light. I groan and pull the blanket over my head. “Come on, Frankie, get up!” I would very much appreciate if he stopped calling me Frankie because it’s not really the best for my heart. “Go away.” I mutter. “No I need your help.” “With what? Can’t it wait?” I just want to sleep. I woke up three times tonight because of the same nightmare… “It’s bread day!” “What the fuck is a bread day?” I say, finally opening my eyes. “I make my own bread. So today we’re gonna do that!”
Shit. Today I have to leave. Well I guess I can stay long enough to help him with the bread. Except… “I have no idea how to bake bread.” I confess. “It’s easy. I’ll show you. Now get up.” “Um yeah… I’m not wearing any pants…” I laugh as his cheeks turn bright red. “Better than a skeleton onesie.” I add, seeing he doesn’t quite know what to say. “Shut up!” He laughs. “Well I… uh… I’ll be in the kitchen…” He says and leaves the room, almost tripping on the way out. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from laughing. He’s so adorable. Stop. I’m leaving today.
I manage to somehow get out of my bed and I see my clothes clean and neatly folded in the corner of my bed. Fuck, he’s so nice. I search for some clothes and go to the bathroom to shower and change.
“Coffee?” Gerard asks when I come to the kitchen. “Yes please.” I look at the ingredients. Where did this guy get half of these stuff? I know that salt, honey, and flour don’t expire but how the fuck does he have yeast and butter? “My uncle had a cow farm and I figured out how to make butter out of powdered milk. I’ll show you once.” He says when he sees me looking at the butter. “Wow… you really figured everything out…” I say and take a sip of my coffee. “Thanks. Okay now we’re gonna make two loafs.” He starts explaining how to make bread and I don’t really pay much attention to what he’s saying, I just listen to his voice which sounds absolutely beautiful. He could literally read from the phone book and I’d still listen to him. “Earth to Frank! Are you even listening?” “What? Um sorry I was just thinking about something…” I say. He shakes his head at me, but he’s smiling. “Just put the water and the yeast in the bowl, okay?” I set my coffee down and do as he says. He adds some of the honey and flour and mixes it all together. “Now what?” I ask. “Now we wait for it to start bubbling. Around 30 minutes. Wanna play the guitar?” He asks. “Sure let me just finish my coffee.” I say.
Five minutes later we are seated on his couch and I honestly wanna kick myself. I should be telling him I’m leaving; instead I’m playing the guitar on his couch and he still has no idea I’m gonna leave. I feel guilt gnawing at me again and I try to distract myself by taking a closer look at the guitar. It’s a really nice guitar. I see G.A.W. written on the back with black sharpie. “Are those your initials?” I ask Gerard. “Yep. Gerard Arthur Way. I wrote them on my guitar because my friend Ray had the same guitar so we didn’t confuse them.” “Frank Anthony Iero.” I smile and then focus on the guitar.
I play a couple of songs and mess around with the guitar a bit, making up my own riffs and I feel Gerard’s eyes on me the whole time so I decide to play a really complicated riff and see if this will take his eyes off me. “How the fuck did you do this?” He asks, impressed. I play it again and his eyes follow my fingers on the strings. “Wow. You’re really good.” “Thanks.” I say and I feel I’m blushing again, so I look down on the guitar and start picking the strings again. “I think it’s done now.” Gerard says and gets off the couch. I rest the guitar on the couch and follow him to the kitchen.
“What now?” I ask him, looking at the bubbled dough in the bowl. “Now we’re gonna add some more ingredients and then knead it. You add about a tablespoon of honey and salt.” He says and puts the butter in the microwave. “How much salt?” I ask after I put the honey in the dough. “A tablespoon and a half. I think…” I laugh and add salt. He takes the now melted butter out of the microwave and mixes it all together. “Now it’s time to knead that shit. Black skinnies is a bad choice… you’re gonna get flour all over them.” He says while putting all the bowls on the table to make space on the counter. “It’s not like you’re not wearing them too.” I smirk. “I’m not gonna get flour all over them, I’m an expert.” He flours the counter and divides the dough in two equal halves. “Do you know how to knead bread?” He asks me. “I… no.” “It’s easy. You just gotta do it with enough force.” I start laughing because obviously I’m a dirty minded human being takes everything the wrong way. “You pervert.” Gerard mutters when he realizes what I’m laughing about.
Turns out I can’t knead bread for life. After Gerard shows me at least three times how I still can’t do it. “That’s it. I guess I’m just not a talented baker.” I say, raising my flour covered hands. “You’ll learn.” Gerard laughs. “Wait.” He suddenly puts his hands on my wrists and starts pushing them down in the dough. “Like this. See?” I’m too shocked to speak. His hands are sending tiny shocks up my arms and down my body and I feel my cheeks are burning again. “One question Frankie.” “That is?” I somehow manage to say. “Why are you blushing?” Fuck. I feel more blood rushing in my cheeks. “Well…umm… it’s very hot in here. With the oven preheating and everything.” Nice one Frank. The lamest excuse in the world. “The oven’s not even preheating yet.” “Did you turn up the heating then?” “Nope it’s the same.” I can’t really see him but I can hear his grin in his voice. That fucker… “Yeah… uh… my cheeks do that sometimes…” “So I noticed.” I swear to god if he doesn’t shut up right now I’m either gonna kiss him or kill him. “In my defense, yours do that quite often too.” “You know it would be so much easier kneading bread if you’d stop flirting with me.” He says. “Excuse me? You’re flirting with me! I’m just flirting back!” He suddenly leans down and plants a kiss on my cheek, causing my heart to almost jump out of my chest. Why the fuck is he doing this to me? “You’re adorable.” He says and moves away from me. I notice he’s blushing too. The urge to kiss him is almost too big for me to handle, but I push it down. What’s the point if I’ll be leaving today? I focus on kneading my piece of dough and I’m a bit better at it now that he showed me how. “See, you’re getting the hang of it.” He smiles.
When we’re done he puts the dough in two separate bowls and covers them with dishtowels. “Okay more waiting. Now it’s time to preheat the oven. Here’s your excuse for blushing.” He says, turning it on. “Shut up.” I mutter, feeling myself blush again. I go back on the couch and start playing the guitar again and as soon as he sits down next to me I feel his eyes on me again. God, does he ever stop staring? I look over to him and our eyes meet. His cheeks immediately turn bright pink. “Who’s blushing now?” “Shut up.” He mutters. “Make me.” “If you insist.” He mutters. At first I don’t know what he means by that and while I’m trying to figure out, he puts his hands on my shoulders and pulls me closer. ‘Oh.’ Is all I have time to think before his lips crash on mine. And they feel perfect against my lips. I kiss him back and his arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer. I break away and he looks at me confused. “Hold on.” I say and set the guitar aside, then grab the front of his shirt and pull him back to me. He smiles against my lips and then deepens the kiss. His tongue slips inside my mouth, taking full dominance over mine. We kiss for a while and then he pulls away. “Time to put the bread in the oven.” He says. “And that’s not a metaphor.” I laugh and he grabs my hand pulling me off the couch.
“How did you know I’m gay?” I ask him after the bread is already baking. “Dude you’re blushing all the fucking time!” “Well you’re staring at me all the time so it’s not really my fault.” “I can’t help myself. You’re gorgeous.” He kisses me lightly.
Well fuck. There’s no way I can bring myself to leave now. Shit, shit, shit. I promised to myself to leave. Rule number three: Always stay alone. I can’t exactly do that now, not after he kissed because now I only want more. I feel so angry with myself because I can’t even do one stupid thing. “What’s wrong?” Gerard asks. He must’ve noticed my mood changed and I feel a rush of affection towards him. “It’s nothing.” I say quickly but he’s still looking at me, concerned, and I feel like his hazel eyes are drilling a hole through my brain. “It’s something.” “No it’s okay. Don’t worry” I say, squeezing his hand. “Is it because I kissed you?” He asks, biting his lower lip. “What? No! That was perfect!” I assure him, giving him a quick peck. He smiles. “I just thought that you didn’t feel about me the same way I feel about you.” He says shyly and I feel my heart flutter when he says these words. “How do you feel about me?” I ask and he smiles and kisses me lightly again. “Well from the moment I saw you… I think that if you turned out to be a Reaper I couldn’t have shot you.” For a moment I don’t know what to say. “You’re blushing again, you know that?” He smiles. “Well then you have nothing to worry about because I feel the same.” I say and press a long kiss to his lips.
Fuck this. I’m staying. I don’t care if I’m breaking any of my rules because for all I know I may or may not be in love with this man and staying with him is worth breaking the rules.

Notes

hey guys :)
So this is the last update before September because I'm going to London tomorrow (can't wait :D) and i'll leave my laptop at home.
But then school starts and it always gives me writer's block and I need to study and I have trainings so maybe the updates won't be so frequent but I promise I will try to write every spare second that I have :)
Also I hope you liked the chapter :) and a big thanks to everyone who comments, it really means a lot to me <3 although i never know what to answer, sorry XD
Nina xx