"These pills will make me okay?"
Frank scrubbed my chest.
He couldn't leave me alone
Anymore.
"Yeah, they will. Gerard, don't worry."
He still cleaned around me
"It's weird to have you do this to me." I told him.
"You don't like it?"
"I don't. it makes me feel like a baby. it makes me feel disabled and dependent. it makes me feel like I can't do anything."
Honestly
I felt powerless
In this position.
"...But I wouldn't want you to leave me to clean myself. because then you would probably just stare at me."
"What do you want then?"
"I want to wash you too," I gave a sly smirk, "to be fair."
"Well, I need to clean up too."
He stripped down
Revealing his tattoos
To me.
It took my breath away
Over how beautiful he was.
I was eager
For him
To join
Me.
He was always stunning.
He was disguised with
The bathtub
With me.
His tattoos
Looked like
A pattern against the
White of the tub.
Like it was built into it
Like it has always meant to be there.
He watched me.
Waiting
For my move.
Soon,
I took
My soapy wash rag
And cleaned him too.
It drove me insane over
How the water
Dropped
From his perfect black hair.
I would watch it drop
And disappear
Into the clearness of the water.
Plip
Plip
Plip
Now I was stuck.
Stuck staring at him.
Frankie, fix your hair.
Please do
The water drops are annoying me.
But I don't want you to.
Your hair is perfect the way it is.
He layed a kiss on my cheek.
That didn't calm me.
I wanted to look at his tattoos.
It's a shame how
I have loved this man
For five years
But never took the time
To properly examine
The art
Plastered to his skin.
The waves in the water
Contorted
And deformed them.
So I could barely see
Below his shoulders.
One day
One day
I will get to see them all
And love them
With equal amounts of attention.
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
