This Jetset Life Won't Kill Us (Frerard)

3- Vampires will never hurt you, unless they're being tattooed into your skin

"Vampires will never hurt you, unless they're being tattooed into your skin"

Gerard's POV

I'd been caught in an obsessive cycle of drawing and erasing for the past half hour now.

It had to be perfect for him.

But I couldn't keep Ray waiting for much longer. He's been working overtime for an hour and he hadn't even started inking yet.

I couldn't keep Frank waiting either. I think he was helping Jamia and Lindsey load the vending machines to pass time, and I could hear their shrill laughs through these walls. They are both absolutely lovely, but for some reason when around Frank, they become unbearable. I felt kind of bad for him being stuck with them, actually.

At least I did, until I saw them near the door to my room, his hand behind Jamia's waist. He whispered something in her ear and slipped her a scrap of paper, her eyes widening as she grinned. Both her and Lindsey walked out of the shop, smirking back at Frank. My stomach lurched.

He's flirting back?

I swung back around in my chair before he had chance to open the door, a sharp sting threatening to form in my eyes. I craned my head over my sketchbook and tried to ignore the sound of his approaching footsteps.

"Gerard, sorry to disturb," he smiled, and perched himself ontop of my desk, eyeing my sketches.

"Fuck those are so cool man! But uh, I was in the break room with the girls-"

Yeah, I bet you enjoyed that.

"-And that vampire poster on the back wall, Lindsey pointed it out, you drew that? That's the one, for sure!"

Linds' put up the poster? I grinned. She knew I love that drawing, it was gothic, dramatic and kind of haunting. Usually I hate my art, but even I have to admit it was pretty good. And it would look incredible on Frank.

"Totally! Give me two minutes to let Ray know, and I'll work on the final designs and get stencils sorted."

He agreed, his excitement matching my own. This had to be the most unbelievable day of my life.
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One hour later, and I was stood pacing behind the door to the tattoo room. This was really happening.

It wasn't a big deal.

Who am I kidding, it's the biggest deal of my entire life.

And I know I won't be able to hold it together.

Come on Gerard, you've done this to so many people.  Deep breaths.

I walked in.

"Okay, Frank, could you take off your shirt, and I'll just disinfect the area before Ray starts?"

How the fuck did I stay composed while asking him that?

I looked up at him and felt that composure dissolve completely.

His eyes met mine, swirling dark oak and emerald pulling me in.

"Sure," he said, and began pulling the fabric over his head.

Without breaking eye contact.

I felt heat rise to my cheeks, and tried to fight of the oncoming blush to no avail. He noticed, and quirked his eyebrows in confusion.

My eyes betrayed me and fell straight to his body. Fuck, he was so hot. I wanted to reach out and run my hands along his chest, to have that body pressed against me...

Ok, I was going to get a bit carried away if I didn't shut up.

"So, how are you finding your first day?" He asked, clearly unaware of the very one-sided sexual tension. His tongue was toying with his lip ring again. That lip ring was really doing things to me.

Snap out of it.

"Well, it's been chaotic to say the least." I began, as he settled onto the bench.

"Worst thing is that some guy end up getting a tattoo I designed, of a frog on his asscheek, and now I'll probably get sued when he never gets laid again."

Frank immediately burst into laughter, and it was the sweetest giggle I've ever heard. I beamed back at him proud, and grabbed the spray soap.

"I'm sure you know the drill by now," I said, nodding at the myriad of tattoos he had, "So I'll save the explanation and get right to it."

He smiled, "Appreciate it, Gerard."

My heart fluttered.

I started spraying his chest, trying to avoid eye contact for my own good. It only took a few seconds, and I pulled away to get the cloth.

Leaning in, I was about to wipe off the soap when he grabbed my wrist suddenly. I almost lost balance and crashed into him, but after a slight wobble found myself still standing.

Barely though. The sudden contact made me weak at the knees.

He pulled me closer and spoke sincerely,
"I also really appreciate you staying back to design. I know I've already said it but the vampire looks really fucking good man.

He let go gently.

My mouth was hanging open.

"Oh, don't worry Frank, it was my pleasure. Anytime, really." I smiled, already missing the heat of his touch. 

I wiped off the soap from his bare skin. I tried to think of anything but how warm his body was, how firm his chest was, how touching him felt like pure fucking electricity.

And as though I had actually been shocked, I flinched. I need to stop lusting over a guy who's clearly into my friends.

I backed away, muttering about how Ray will be here soon.

"Rad." Damn he says that alot.

"See you then Gerard."

"Oh I was gonna come back later to see how it turns out?" I said, not quite ready to say goodbye, even though deep down I knew I should go.

He looked at me confused, "Uh, that'll be a good few hours, though?"

I knew. And it was totally worth it to see my art, my mark on Frank Iero.

"I don't mind, you'll still be here at 7 right?"

His eyes flitted down to his watch and he nodded, "Oh yeah definitely."
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Does anyone remember that tattoo TV show Frankie was on?