Absinthe In Colour Purple *frerard*

22. Dangerous Game

He begged Frank to stay, held onto his arm, tears rolling down his red cheeks, despair mingling in the air. Frank kept laughing in his face, shoving him away and at last, setting free his locked arm, pushing Gerard into a wall. Gerard slowly slid down onto the hardwood floor and sobbed into his palms. The last thing he heard was the slamming of the door.

The breath hitched in his throat and he anxiously reached for the place next to him. Suddenly his eyes popped open. His hand landed onto a muscular back, bare skin, warmth. Tears kept falling down his cheeks, but he realized then it was just a dream. Frank was sleeping soundly right next to him.

Gerard rolled to him, snuggling at Frank's side before he lifted the strong arm belonging to his love, to protect himself. Frank only pulled his shaken body closer, kissing the top of Gerard's head in sleep. "Go back to sleep, I'm here."

And Gerard obeyed, slowly drifting back into a much better dream realm.

***

"We should stay in bed today," Frank shouted from the bathroom.

But then reality hit in and even though they haven't done anything really bad, Gerard could almost see their future: everything lovey, dovey at first, then fights, then Frank being an idiot, he resenting him, more fights and the ultimate breakup.

"Frank," Gerard uttered in a voice that made Frank rush out of the bathroom.

"I have a boyfriend."

They sat in silence. Frank knew he couldn't spoil anything if he just stayed silent. Gerard kept glancing up at him, wondering if he might offer anything. But nothing came.

"Do you love him?" Frank could hear how stupid his own words sounded.

"You can't ask me that. I-I don't even know... I know I love you."

Frank's heart warmed up like a bonfire when someone throws a spark at it. It was all he could ever listen to, those three words from Gerard. But for some reason, it sounded like an accusation. He averted his eyes and started pacing back and forth nervously.

"I can't let you go now, I'm sorry."

"Well," Gerard bit on his lip, "I can't let him go either. He's done so much for me."

Frank felt the words cut his heart, the fire subsiding. "Oh, I get that," he replied bitterly.

Smut

There really was nothing else to do. Frank's arms caught Gerard unguarded, pulling him in and kissing passionately. "I can show you as well."

Gerard returned the kiss, the familiar electricity returning to his frail body, building it up. There was no defense against Frank's kiss, against his touch, against his look.

Oh, the look. Frank gazed deeply into Gerard's eyes, undressing him, unraveling his madness, glorifying his genius.

"Make love to me," Frank whispered into Gerard's open mouth. He captured his lips in a tender desire. "This time, I want you to be inside of me," Frank licked Gerard's earlobe after uttering the request.

Gerard blushed madly. He always bottomed. He never imagined how it could be to top a man who seems so superior. He nodded, like a shy schoolgirl and twisted his arms around Frank's neck, leading him onto the bed.

Frank fell gently onto the mattress with a light thud and there they both were, Gerard on his chest. He started kissing his pubic bones, supporting himself on the elbows. He went lower, pulling down Frank's pants and boxers before licking the tip of a semi-hard penis.