A Red-Haired Heaven

After our 'fun' day spent in bed, we were just laying there, my hand placed on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. My head on his shoulder, and his hand gently combing my hair, our legs entwined.
I looked up and saw Gerard with his eyes closed, showing off a small smile. I was analyzing every single detail of his, and as I did so, I was touching his skin with my fingertips, noticing by his arms he was getting goosebumps. The sun was coming through the drapes and our bodies were tangled in the sheets, a pure game of light and shadow beautifully built. Just as beautiful as him. But never more beautiful than him.
The silence was broken by his angelical voice, asking me if I wanted to take the opportunity to put some music on, something relaxing. I agreed, and I knew just the light thing.
I got up and wrapped one of the sheets on my body, in a really lazy way, grabbing a vinyl and lowering the volume. It was just supposed to be a background music, after all. I turned around to make my way to the bed and caught Gerard gazing at me, while the music was playing.
His body was the most mesmerizing thing ever at that precise moment. And I'm gonna tell you why.


Picture the room we were on. The only light there was, was the one coming from outside, and it was reflected on his marble skin, which at this point seemed like it was sparkling, actually.
Think of his red scruffy hair, falling on his shoulders. His delicate long neck, right before his collarbones, one of my personal favorite parts of his body. I loved it all, but some parts had extra attention from my behalf.
Think of his long, pale arms, and his big, strong - yet, so soft - hands.
His waist, his hips, his perfect thighs. The sheets covering half of one of his legs.
And now...
Think of his face. The sharp nose he has. His amazing pinkish lips. His cheekbones and his jaw.
And his eyes. Those soul-piercing, passionate (and very often, lust-blown) hazel-greenish eyes, staring at your entire body, sending shivers along every corner of your skin. Magical, isn't it?


I fully stopped in time during almost ten seconds just looking at him like that, trying to process all of it and most of all, how on earth did I ever get so lucky.
I got back in bed, returning to my previous position.

- Have I ever told you you're the most amazing creature I've seen in my whole life, Frankie?

His breathing was intense as he asked me this. His index fingertip slowly trailing my skin, leaving me with goosebumps. I could only smile shyly at his question, which made him place a kiss on my hair.

- I love you, Gerard.
- I love you too, Frank.

My pack of cigarettes was on his desk and asked him if he wanted to join me at the bedroom window.
We took our sheets and lit up our little 'death sticks', blowing the smoke.
As Gerard stood beside me, with one of his hands wrapped around my waist, the light reflected on his skin and his eyes made him look like a painting. If I could love him more I swear I would. And I already loved him enough to be painful, so you can imagine.
The sun was disappearing over the horizon, and when it finally did, the sky was painted in shades of blue, purple, orange, and some stars were already showing up. We shared that sunset as we shared a long, passionate kiss, our tongues fitting like puzzle pieces.

- I don't know about you, but I'm really hungry, baby. - He muttered against my neck. I could feel him smile, his tiny teeth were touching my skin.
- Yeah, I could eat something too. - I agreed.
- I'll tell you what. We're going to take a shower and I'm taking you out for dinner. We can go wherever you want, sweetheart!
- Ooooh, someone is in a very good mood! - I mocked.
- How couldn't I be in a good mood with someone like you by my side?
- Okay, that was cheesy. - I teased him. But I felt myself blush. Damn, my own body can turn against itself more often than I would like.
- Ugh, just get into the shower, asshole. - He said, rolling his eyes. I couldn't help myself and giggled, which made me have a slap in the ass.
- Hey, what was that for? - I complained, whining. He left me with no answer, just smirking at me and grabbing some clothes.

We took our shower, eventually, got dressed and made our way to a super cool Italian restaurant Gerard knew I loved. It was actually our favorite. We'd been there with Mikey a few times and he was also a fan.
As we sat on one of the tables, I noticed something. Actually, someone.

- Hey, baby, isn't that Dr. Vicenzo? The one who performed Mikes' surgery? - I asked Gee curiously, pointing discreetly to the table where he was on. He was with another man, though we couldn't see his face. But I could tell by Dr. Vicenzo that the conversation they were having wasn't that pleasant.
- Yeah, it is! Wow, what a coincidence to find him here. - Gerard said, surprised.

It wasn't that much of a surprise to me, to be fair. I mean, cmon. His name was clearly Italian, and now he was at an Italian restaurant. More than just a coincidence, don't you think? Or is it just me making general assumptions?
We ordered to the waitress and waited for our food. Gerard and I holding hands on the table, talking about comics and other subjects. He was looking really good, too. But then again, when did he look bad, really?
As we ate our meal and laughed about things we would say, we noticed Dr. Vicenzo getting up and leaving the restaurant, his date (?) still there, with his hands holding his head, right after he got up and left the money on the table, storming out. Gerard and I shared a look but kept on eating.

- Are you going to order dessert, baby? - I asked Gee at the end of the meal.
- No, I'll have my dessert at home. - He said, smirking at me. - And by dessert, I mean ice cream, silly.
- Oh, what a shame. - I giggled. Damn fucker was teasing me, I knew that. I knew him.
- I don't want to go home just yet, though.
- Wanna go for a stroll? - I suggested.
- Yeah, actually that'd be perfect. You're perfect, Frankie.
- Yeah, yeah... - I rolled my eyes at him while we stood up, leaving the money after asking for the check.

We were walking holding hands, smoking and talking about how we should plan a schedule to visit Mikey. We came up with the idea of going there every two days, and we'd let him know of that as soon as we got home and called him. The 'scene' we saw at the restaurant also came to the discussion.

- Well, since we visited Mikes yesterday, we're going to have the day to ourselves tomorrow. What would you like to do, honey? - He asked me, all bubbly and smiley. He was adorable.
- Hey, we could go to a place I know! I used to spend my summer holidays there with my grandma, it's really pretty and no one is aware of where it is. I'd be super happy to show it to you! - I told him, super excited and happy I thought of it.
- So be it, my love! - He bowed theatrically towards me. Yeah, he was adorable. An adorable dork with a strawberry head.

We made our way back to the parking lot taking a shortcut and went home. I still had that thing with Dr. Vicenzo in my head, though. Would it be too weird to ask him if he was okay, when I saw him again in two days at the hospital?
Hopefully, Gerard noticed I was acting a bit distant during the ride and asked me if everything was okay. I quickly answered him that I was just a bit tired and he seemed to buy it.
When we got home, we took our clothes off and joined in bed, watching a movie until we both fell asleep, all my concerns now taken away by his heartbeat and his body pressed against mine.

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