Gerard's Point of View

I felt something run across my waist, and stop just at my hip bone. I shivered, feeling goosebumps form on my skin. You see I am very sensitive on the area of my waist, and on my hip. Almost like a turn on spot, only it doesn't make little Gee pop up to say hi to everyone.

I was half asleep, which was basically the stage where I was in between falling asleep, and waking up. That one gesture woke me up.

As my eyes fluttered open, I slowly turned over onto my other side. When the right side of my head fell upon the pillow once more, I saw the face of my perpetrator. My-oh-my was he beautiful.

His eyes were shut, they would flutter slightly each time that he would inhale, and exhale. He had a thin Italian nose, cutest thing I have ever seen. The right side of it was pierced. You couldn't tell very well in the darkness of the room, but there was enough an outline that you could identify one being there. Which also goes the same for the piercing on the left side of his lower lip.

I wanted nothing more than to just place my lips on top of his. They just looked so welcoming. I had to restrain myself from doing so, in case he didn't have the same feelings for me.

I continued to watch him while he slept, feeling my heart flutter with each sigh of his. His hair was disheveled, most likely from tossing, and turning in the night.

I brought my hand up, and carefully brushed away a strand of hair that fell in front of his face.

"Uhn, mmm, Gerard," I heard him mumble in his sleep, smiling slightly. I furrowed my eyebrows together in mild confusion. He did have the tendency to talk in his sleep, but he'd never once said my name.

You see Frankie here, well, he has a fiance. She's beautiful too. Her name is Jamia Nestor... and I envy her. She gets to hold, kiss, and love the man that I love. She's probably the only one that gets to see Frank at his highest peak of ecstasy. Oh what I wouldn't give to be in her position. To be able to kiss him so passionately would be a dream come true for me.

The only reason why we're in the same bed, the same room even, is because we're all on tour. He and I are in a band called My Chemical Romance. We were already half way through the tour for our second album, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. We weren't the biggest of stars, but people did know of us, and we had a pretty big fan base.

"I love you Jamia," I heard Frankie mumble in his sleep, tearing me apart on the inside. It felt like my heart was about to shatter. He would never love me, that was obvious, he would only ever love his wife. It makes sense, they have been together since High School. Frank and I have only known each other since September 11th of 2001. That was the day that started it all...

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Frank's Point of View

Lately I've been very conflicted... it seems like I love my fiancé Jamia, but at the same time I have a crush on my best friend, Gerard. At first it was just a small crush, but now it feels like my crush on him is growing with each passing day. I honestly do not understand why I suddenly feel this way. Gerard has always been my best friend, and in the beginning I saw him for who he was, a cheeky bastard that made me laugh. Now, though, I saw him as this nerd that was absolutely adorable in every possible way. He has the best smile, despite how small his teeth are, and his eyes are the most amazing shade of hazel, especially when the light hits them just the right way. His lips, God his lips... they're just so enticing, every time I talk to him I find myself gazing down at those soft pink lips longingly, and I'm not supposed to, I have a fiance for Christ's sake.

"Frank... Frankie wake up," I heard Gerard whisper as his breath ghosted over my ear, and the left side of my face as I slept. Since this tour had started we had all decided to share beds whenever we got the chance to spend the night in a hotel instead of inside the tour bus. Gerard and I chose to share a bed, Ray and Bob shared one, which left Mikey and Brian. Absolutely no one knows about my crush on Gerard, and if anyone ever found out, I'd be so screwed.

My back arched up suddenly when I felt Gerard's fingers poke at my ribs as he tried to tickle me, so I pressed my lips together tightly in order to suppress any giggles that were trying to come out. After a few moments of holding in my laughs, a large grin spread out across my face as I opened my eyes, and looked up into Gerard's. I took in a long draft of air, trying so desperately to not laugh, but it was to no avail. His eyes were taunting me, sparkling with mischief as he continued to tickle me.

"Ge-Gerard, sto-stop it," I gasped out as I wriggled around in his hold, and giggled happily. Either he hadn't heard me, or he just chose not to listen to my pleas, because his tickling only got more intense. I grasped onto his shoulders, and shoved him playfully. Unfortunately Gerard lost his balance, and fell off of the bed, taking me along with him. As a result of the fall, I was on top of him, and was straddling his waist, looming over him.

Soon enough I felt myself get pulled into his hazel-green eyes, and inched my face closer to his. Not once did I ever break eye contact with him as our lips became only centimeters apart. "Frankie..." Gerard spoke softly, his eyes darting across my face, almost like he was searching for something. I swallowed hard, and licked at my dry lips nervously as Gerard and I's breath mingled together.

"I shouldn't do this," I said, mostly to myself than to Gerard. His eyes looked so anxious, but there was this little glint of hope that I saw. I heard Gerard whisper, 'kiss me,' so quietly that I thought that I had imagined it, but the look on his face told me otherwise.

'Don't do it Frank, think of the outcome, think of what would happen if Jamia ever found out,' a small voice told me in the back of my mind. That voice in my head was right, if I kissed Gerard it would lead to so much more, and if Jamia ever found out, our engagement would surely be over, and I'm sure she would never take me back. Just thinking of her broken expression after she found out, completely tore me apart.

"I-I can't Gee... it wouldn't be right," I told him as I got up off of him quickly, and stood at the other side of the room. Gerard stood up from the floor, and gave me a solemn look before he grabbed a change of clothes, and walked into the bathroom, probably to take a shower. I know that if I would've kissed Gerard, then everything would have turned out bad, but there was this recurring flare inside of my chest that had me yearning, and lusting for Gerard. I had to resist though, for the sake of Jamia and I's relationship.

Notes

I'm so excited for this story, you guys have no idea. xD
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xoxx ~Frankie Boy.