After Gerard left, almost around dinner time, I noticed something.
That entire room had his scent. Especially the couch. I felt so relaxed by it, to the point of not feeling any pain on my knee, like nothing had ever happened. It just embraced me.
I couldn't be bothered to turn on my TV. I was way too fucking busy thinking about all the details I'd learned about him, so far. Both psychological and physical. And suddenly I felt all of my body covered in goosebumps again. It wasn't cold, so I knew it was obviously because of him. That dorky, kind, fucking stunning guy. With his red hair, his full lips, his little teeth. That amazing smile of his, his voice. His neck. His shoulders. And only God knows how much I started thinking about what he'd look like under his clothes. He was quite the mystery and I was really excited about knowing him fully.
Fuck. I was starting to feel myself hard.
Was that wrong? I mean, I only knew him that day, but there was a connection. For sure. I knew that, inside.
I could only imagine his touch all over me, and that fucking smirk of his. His marble skin. His lips, kissing mine, his tongue playing with mine. Fuck. Fuck.
The moonlight was coming through the curtains and giving my tattoos an amazing glow. I started stroking my cock, I had to take care of my... problem, sooner or later; he was driving me crazy and he wasn't even there. Well, physically, at the very least.
I moaned at the thought of having him there, stroking it for me. Or even better, watching me do it. With those sinful eyes he had.
My hand was going up and down, faster, after a long time with a steady rythm. I was so fucking into it, that when I finally reached my climax, I came all over my hand. Fuck.
Was he a fucking wizard?

I got up to get some paper tissues to clean myself, and only when I did that I noticed my phone had a blinking light. Shit. I was so focused I didn't even realise I got a text message.

(00:37) From: Gerard
Hey Frankie. I hope I didn't wake you up. I just wanted to make sure you were feeling better. And also to tell you that I kinda miss you.
Love, G.

Did he just said he missed me? Holy shit. I checked the time. 00:46. So it wasn't that long ago. Maybe I should leave him a short message, in case he was already sleeping.

(00:50) To: Gerard
Hi Gee. I was just a bit, um... busy when you texted me. Sorry for my little delay. I'm feeling pretty good. And I miss you too.
XO, frnk.

Should I press ''send''? Well, too fucking bad. Now I had already done that.
I just layed on the couch again, holding my phone against my chest for a bit. I felt it vibrate again.

(00:52) From: Gerard
Fuck. I wish I could be there right now.

(00:54) To: Gerard
Me too.

(00:57) From: Gerard
Well, technically, I could.

I couldn't resist him. I needed him there with me again. My body was dying for his presence.

(00:59) To: Gerard
Wanna come spend the night?

(Fucking hell, Frank. Are you literally that stupid? And most of all, where did you get the balls to ask him that? Jesus Christ.)

(01:01) From: Gerard
I'm on my way, Frankie. <3

Oh my god. Now what?

I started by putting the paper tissues back in place and quickly fixed some of the mess there was on the living room. And I maaaaay or may not fixed my bedroom a bit. Y'know. Just in case my dreams came true.

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Twenty minutes later, or half an hour, I heard someone knock on the door so I went there and opened it. And there he was, standing in front of me, with his head leaned on the door and his hands on his pockets. Fuck, he was mesmerizing. And, oh, that sweet aroma of his. I was breathing it like I needed it to live. But I remained calm. Tried, at least.

- Hey, cute. - He smirked. That fucker realised I loved when he did that.
- Hey, match-head. - I answered, teasing him.
- So, are you going to invite me in?
- Oh, where are my manners! Come on in, mister.
- If you're going to call me that, at least do it properly and call me Mr. Way. - He murmured, closing the door quietly.

(Oh fuck. That was so fucking hot. I could totally get used to it.)

- How's your knee, little one? - He said, smiling, but with an un-dying fire in his eyes.
- Don't take advantage of the fact that you're a few centimeters taller than me to give me height-related nicknames, asshole. My knee is fine. - I answered, going through my hair with my hand. I looked at him and bit my lip ring. On purpose.
- Fuck, Frank. - He furrowed his eyebrows and lowered his head, almost like he was in pain.
- What's the matter, Mr. Way?
- You know what is the matter. You and that fucking lip ring of yours never fail to drive me insane. - He was right. I did knew he loved that.
- And maybe next time you should try and get rid of everything properly. - He grinned.
- What? - I asked, genuinely confused by that.
He uncrossed his arms, pointing to the space on the floor between the table I had and my couch. Fuck, Frank, really? I left behind one paper tissue, which was clearly with signs of being used recently. I'm so fucking clumsy.
- Oh, shit. I didn't pay attention to that. I'm sorry, Gee. - Great, now I was nervous. There goes the mood.
- Don't worry about that. If you came to my bedroom you would probably find something like that today, too. Or maybe not, because living with Mikey implies having him in my bedroom plenty of times, so I tend to be more careful. - He said, cupping my cheek and leaning towards me, resting his forehead on mine. Fuck, now I could feel his heavy breathing. Calm down, Frank.

I just stood there with him in silence for a few moments, smiling and looking at his semi-closed eyes, with the moonlight caressing his pale skin. And holy shit, did he look beautiful.
I mean, I loved the way the moonlight would make my tattoos look. But comparing to this, that is absolutely nothing. He truly looks like an angel.

- Regrets? - He asked.
- None. You?
- Just one.
- Oh?
- Leaving home without warning Mikey. - He smiled. I chuckled.

All the stars in the sky. All the sunsets the earth had seen so far, all the smiles there were memory of. All the most beautiful songs, books, paintings. Nothing. Nothing could be compared to the moment he held my face on his hands and kissed me, like that was going to be our very last kiss.
If soulmates actually exist, I could say I understood that as soon his lips melted on mine.

Notes

This was intense. Any comments so far? :p

- luna