I've kissed a couple guys during my days on earth, and I sure wasn't a stranger to sex. But it was just impossible to compare this situation to any of those. If this wasn't magic then I sure as hell did not know what it was.

He put his hands on my waist, pulling me even closer to him, while I placed my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. We both eventually felt the need to stop, though, so we could breathe properly, as much as we didn't wanted to do that. His lips were like air, and if I didn't have them on mine, I felt like couldn't breathe. Ironic, isn't it?

- Fuck, Frankie. You taste amazing. - he panted.

He cupped my cheeks with his hands, and looked at me like I was the cure for something. And then he started kissing me again.
This time, it was even more intense. Yeah, even more.
His breathing was hitched, and one or two moans slipped through my lips, which made him crazy. Our tongues fought for dominance, and for once in my life I wasn't giving a single fuck if I had saliva on my face. My entire body was begging for him. Apparently, so was his. Because that hard-on wasn't exactly unnoticable when he brushed his hips on mine. Even more due to the fact he was wearing the tightest fucking jeans ever. Oh my god.
I pulled away for seconds, placing one of my hands on his chest (which, by the way, seemed like it was going to explode right there) and bit my lip ring.

- Bedroom?
- Bedroom.

His voice sounded desperate. He looked desperate. And I know he was desperate, because I did it on purpose. I knew I drived him crazy whenever I bit my lip ring. That was one thing he loved watching me doing with my mouth. One of many, that he would learn about in the future, if I was lucky enough.

He held my hand urgently and I walked him to my bedroom. My bed was barely made, but then again, when was my bed made, exactly?
I saw myself trapped under his body, my legs spread and his arms were on both sides of my head, while he hovered on top of me and kept on kissing me. And of course, he was brushing his hips on mine, both our cocks rubbing against eachother through our jeans.

- Care to take my shirt off for me, love? - he whispered in my ear, followed by a lil' nibbling on my earlobe and one of his hands scratching my ribs lightly. Fuck. He sure knew where I was sensitive.

Without hesitation I got up, and had him on my lap, taking his shirt off. My eyes couldn't believe it. His skin was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, Jesus Christ. And even more beautiful by the glow it had, thanks to his sweat and the city lights that were coming from outside, through the curtains, now reflected on him.
His shoulders, his long, delicate neck, his arms. I could just let him have me for the rest of my life. Our skins were steamy and slippery, and he took my shirt off as soon as I took his, both of us throwing them on the floor.

A few moments later, though, we both stopped.

- Frankie?
- Yes, Gee?
- Let's wait. - He said, smiling, and leaning his forehead against mine. I could feel a hint of sadness on his voice, though. I knew what he was thinking, and he was right.

As much as that felt like heaven on earth already, we both understood we wanted to wait. This was an urge, this was desire. And that, my friends, is always temporary. It's called passion. But it was a good thing we proved that there was passion between us.
I smiled at him and hugged him. I honestly never felt so safe, apart when I used to bury myself on my grandma's chest.

- Want me to cuddle you, little one? - He teased. He knew I finded that adorable. Hell, he could eat an Oreo with toothpaste on it instead of vanilla cream and make the ugliest face. I would still want to squeeze him like a fat cat. But I complained.
- Don't call me that when your head looks like a fucking strawberry. - I answered, raising my eyebrow and with a sarcastic tone.
- Fine, I'll stop calling you that until I find another nickname for you! - He grinned.
- Asshole.
- Do you want me to cuddle you or not?
- You know I do.
- Come here, you.

I lied my body on my bed, with my head and my hand on his chest, drawing small circles with my fingertips, while he was gently stroking my hair. His breathing slowed down, and I payed attention to that. It was one of my favorite lullabies, from that moment on.

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I woke up in the morning, stretching and yawning, rolling my body to the other side. But soon found out Gerard wasn't there. Was he gone? Fuck. Fuck. At the same time,I started smelling pancakes. What the fuck?
I got up, and went to the kitchen, which was now clean like freshly picked cotton. Wow.

- Come have breakfast with me, cutie! I hope you like pancakes! - He said, smiling and blushing at me. He was so adorable.

I sat on one of my two chairs, which were both occupied now, and saw that glorious breakfast. Well, it was only pancakes and coffee, but it was made by an angel, so...
And holy shit, those were the best damn pancakes of my life.

- Where did you get all the things to make this? I sure didn't have them here. - I asked, confused.
- I went to the mini market across the street earlier. I took advantage of your deep sleep, sorry.
- Gee, you shouldn't have. I mean, all of this, I don't deserve it. Trust me.
- Frankie, shut up. You were injured, I wanted to take care of you. I wanted to come and spend the night with you. I wanted to wake you up with breakfast. When will you stop complaining about my good intentions? And by the way, how's your knee today?

(Jesus fucking Christ, this man is perfect.)

- It's actually quite fine, I don't feel any pain so far. - I wasn't lying. I felt nothing.
- I'm happy about that! - He smiled. I didn't even knew if it was sunny outside today. But the sun was sure shining inside my house. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.
- Well, I was hoping we could, y'know, talk a bit about ourselves. - He proposed.
- That sounds awesome. Should I start?
- Feel free to do it, sweetie.
- Okay, um... I'm 22, living alone since I was 19. I never had many friends, or people I could trust, for that matter. I loved and still do love, my grandma, but she passed away a few years ago.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Frank... She was a lucky lady if she had you as her grandson, I'll tell you that. - That warmed my heart way more than I could imagine.
- It's okay. At first it was really tough. I developed severe anxiety issues. I held hands with a massive depression, and... Yeah. But that story can stay for another time. That aside, I was never really a ''momma's boy'' either. My biological father abandoned my mom when I was one year old and she was busy travelling around the world and having fun. Therefore, my grandmother raised me since then.

Gerard had a tear almost falling off of his eye, and he instantly stood up and hugged me. That was unexpected. But so, so sweet.
Then he looked at me right in the eyes.

- I want you to know I'm going to do my best to protect you. I promise. If anyone tries to hurt you in any way, I'll give them hell.

Now I was the one crying.

- I never had someone like you, Gerard, worrying about me this much. Not since my grandma passed away. So... I have to thank you for that. And for the amazing human being you are.
- I'm not that amazing. You'll find that out with time. - His eyes were drawn to the window, with a sad expression. Almost as if he was worried and disappointed at the same time, somehow.
- You can be amazing and still have your flaws. Don't ever forget that. Your flaws are what makes you human, Gee.
- I'm just... I'm afraid you'll end up leaving me. I'm not exactly the best person to deal with.
- Why's that? - I held his hand, and moved a piece of his hair away from his face, delicately.
- Well, Frank, I've always seen myself fighting against the same old 'demons'. I never really liked myself, physically or mentally. I was always just a fucked up guy who was always unsure about himself and wanted to make everyone happy, by forgetting about himself. And that was never good for me. Neither for the ones I love. Take Mikey, my brother, as an example of that. I'm his older brother and most of the time he was the one who took care of me. I put him through a lot of shit, especially during highschool years. Sometimes I would come home crying so hard. I was just so sick and tired of my life. And I feel so sorry for putting him through that, when he had his issues aswell.

Gerard truly had a heart of gold, and sadly he didn't realise that. We had a bit of silence after that.

- Gee?
- Yes, Frankie? - He looked at me, smiling, yet still looking a bit sad.
- Keep in mind that even heroes get ''the blues''. So fix your eyes, get up and let me kiss you.

He got up. I held his face with my hands, almost as if I was trying not to break his procelain skin, and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips.
I felt so sure when I did it, it felt so damn right.
Maybe soulmates did exist. Maybe Gerard was my soulmate.

Notes

Hey guys!
New chapter, come thru!
I hope you are enjoying this so far, just as much as I am. Thank you, once again, for all the positive feedback :')

(and the next chapter might come sooner than you think, too :p)

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- luna