My Angel

Gerard's POV "Frankie," I whispered, causing him to turn in my direction. "I forgot to give you your birthday presents... Fuck..." We still were laying there; very naked, and cuddling. Frank only pulled me closer to him, if that was even possible. "Mikey already gave them to me," he stated, looking down at me with those beautiful hazel orbs that I couldn't take my eyes off of. "He said they were from you, and he thought I should have them. And I really like them. Those gloves fit perfectly. And the shirt also fits quite nice and it rocks." Frank laughed at his own joke. "Thank you, Gerard. I really love them. You know me so well." I blushed. "You're welcome, Frankie. And thanks for... y'know... being mine on Christmas. And for having sex with me." "Well, now I'm yours forever." I giggled at this, as Frank grinned widely. Frank leaned in close to my ear. "We can do it again if you want. I want to." I pulled him in to kiss my lips. Damn those soft lips of his that I have this thing with and I can't fucking get over. "Yeah... I want to," I whispered, kissing Frank again. He straddled me, kissing from my lips to my neck, before he started sucking and making a mark which I'd have to do my best and wear a fucking scarf to hide. He started grinding his crotch against mine, and oh god. "Frankie," I moaned, throwing my head back, giving him more access to my neck. "You know I have to- ah... hide these, right? Ah..." Frank nodded and smirked. "I thought so... Frankie... Oh..." He left my neck and kissed his way down to below my belly button, which made me gasp and shudder slightly. Frank looked up at me. "You okay, Gee?" He asked, pulling his lips away from my lower stomach. I simply nodded, but Frank sat up and cupped my face. "You don't look okay. You look nervous. But don't be okay? We already did this, so no need to be nervous about it, sugar." He pushed some of my hair out of my eyes. "I'm okay, Frankie, I just... Your mouth was dangerously close to my crotch and I've never done that so... Yeah... I uh... Um... I'm just nervous. I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry, sugar. Trust me, you'll love it. It won't hurt, I promise, if that's what you're worried about. Just grab onto my hair or the sheets, okay?" He smiled and I nodded. He lowered himself to kiss my lower stomach again, and kissed. And he kissed lower, and lower, and lower, and lower, and... Brendon's POV I want to die: I have lost my one true love almost two months ago, and I've been crying pretty much ever since. I found the note he left for me the day he died. The one he left on the countertop, in case I came to find him. 'Bren, If you're looking for me, I'm out with Gerard. Like I said before, I'm sorry. I want to talk to you and sort this mess out, because I love you, Brendon Urie. Even when you're being a stubborn pain in the ass. I love you always, just so you know, and if you don't love me, tell me. Don't ignore me. Don't pretend I don't exist because it only makes me not want to. I'll be back later. When I come back, if this is still here, I'll know you hadn't come. It's okay if you don't wanna talk to me anymore though. I'll still love you until my breathing stops... forever. Probably even longer. With love, Ryan.' Until my breathing stops forever. Those words will haunt me forever, because I have fucked up so bad here. If I never would have ignored him, maybe he'd still be alive. And I fucking know who killed him. It must've been my now disowned brother. Not that I haven't disowned him before. I love Ryan. I miss Ryan. I'll miss him... Until my breathing stops... forever. - I finally decided to leave the house for the first time since Ryan's funeral. That day was fucking painful. That day made me want to kill myself. It made me want to say, 'Ryan, wait for me' and shoot myself in the fucking brain, like he was shot. In the brain. Brushing off that thought, I went to the cemetery. And I fell asleep. (Brendon's dream\ flashback memory) "Fucking Spencer..." I mumbled, following a path that lead somewhere through the woods. "How... What is he even doing with himself? How can he like that girl? She's a bitch. I... Dammit." I walked until I came to a clearing. It was a nice little field or meadow or whatever. But I noticed someone there. Someone in the middle of the field. A boy. A crying boy. I walked over quietly, standing about 5 feet away. "U- um... Hello," I stuttered, looking down at the sad boy who looked up at me. What a cutie. "Are you okay?" He shook his head. "Can I ask why?" "I- I like this boy..." He began, gazing at me for a moment, before I sat down. "A-and... He doesn't like me back. He's in love with some bitch and... It breaks my heart." Whoa. Creepy. "I can relate," I sighed, looking at this sad boy once more, before turning my gaze to the sun setting in the horizon. "I'm going through the exact same thing right now. I like this boy who likes a bitch and it's irritating. Beyond belief." I looked at the sad boy again. "What's your name?" "Why?" I shrugged. "I just don't want to keep referring to you as 'the sad boy' in my head." I chuckled, not trying to upset him. He smiled sadly. "It's Ryan. What's yours?" "Brendon," I grinned, holding a hand out to shake his. "Brendon Urie. Everyone says I have a big forehead. Is this true, Ryan?" I don't have a big forehead at all. No matter what the cutie says, it's not true. Not true. "I'm Ryan Ross, and not really, I guess your forehead isn't THAT big," he giggled as I glared at him playfully. "Well, Brendon, nice to meet you." He shook my hand. He smiled at me, and I lit up a cigarette. He looked at me, perplexed. "What?" I asked, taking a drag and not making eye contact. "It's just... you're not even old enough. And the smoke kind of bothers me." "Oh, shit, I'm sorry." I put out the cigarette. I looked at Ryan, and smiled apologetically. "Can I tell you something?" He nodded. "I think you're really fucking cute. A- and you... I know we just met but, for me, I swear to god this is- I don't even believe in this stuff but... I think it's l-love at first sight. F- for me." I blushed like a motherfucker. He raised an eyebrow at me. "I guess the feeling is mutual, then," he blushed, tucking his shortish hair behind his ears. I just watched as he did so; is it fucking possible for someone to be that damn cute? "You know what I really like?" He asked. I shook my head, half hoping he'd say me, but yeah. I'm an idiot. "Watermelons." Watermelons, eh? Heh heh heh. Maybe I'll find something watermelon scented and fucking wear it all the time and shit... Brilliant. "Brendon?" Ryan said, nudging me. I just smiled and abandoned my thoughts on the watermelon thing. "You okay there?" I nodded. "Yeah, I like watermelons too," I giggled, observing Ryan and all his cuteness. I bet he has a nice butt, too. "He wanna like... hang out sometime?" "Well, of course," he answered, smiling. Fuck, that smile is amazing. "Same time tomorrow? Here?" I nodded. "Okay, see you then, Bren." Oh my god, he is an adorable little shit. I'm definitely showing up smelling like watermelons now. (Gerard's POV) Sex with Frank is fucking amazing. I want to do it everyday. I told him this, too. "Okay, fine by me," he giggled, climbing out of bed and sliding some pants on. "Gerard, stop staring at my ass." "You have a cute ass," I giggled, curling up underneath the blankets, being engulfed in warmth. "You're so beautiful, you know that? So fucking beautiful." "You really think so?" He asked, looking through my drawers for one of my shirts to put on. "You should probably get dressed. Like seriously. What if your mom comes home? Tobias too? They'll instantly know we just had sex. And we did. Twice." "Okay, but I want to take a shower..." "Okay, go grab a shower and I'll be waiting right here." "You didn't let me finish." Frank raised an eyebrow at this. "I wanna take a shower... With you." I tried to hide my blush, but I was failing miserably. "You just wanna see my 'cute' ass again, don't you?" He asked, the corners of his mouth turning into a smirk. I blushed a little more, rolling my eyes and biting my lip. "Ah, anything for you, boyfriend." His smirk turned into a grin and I giggled. "I love you, Gerard." "I love you more," I said, climbing out of the bed and walking over to Frank, wrapping my arms around him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, gently pushing me up against the wall. "Oh my fucking god." Oh my fucking god. And this is when I really fucking wish I would've put on some clothes when Frank told me to. I looked over to the one in the doorway, before muttering the simplest word. "Mom..." -

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