~Gerard/Party Poison's POV~
I bite my lip. How can I get him to wake up? I hadn't known him long enough to know something that would trigger a memory. I wasn't desperate enough to try to wake him up like couples do in movies by kissing him. But what the hell could I do to wake him up? Probably nothing. Because I wouldn't be able to wake him up, he would die and I would live with that guilt.
No. I wouldn't let him die. That wasn't an option here. Ghoul either lived or he lived. There were no other options. He had to live. If he actually died... Well, I would probably still be upset about it. I may not have known him a long time, but I knew everything he did. When he was focused he would poke his tongue out of the side of his mouth. He shift awkwardly when he was too short to reach something Jet or Kobra had asked him to grab. He would bite on his lip, away from his lip ring, when he was nervous about something.
I knew that when he was embarrassed he would look down and laugh awkwardly. He had a bad habit of chewing his nails. He was claustrophobic, arachnophobic and played guitar. Jet told me he had a punk-rock sound. It was respectable. I knew that he was also hyperactive. He would bounce around like fucking Tigger from Winnie The Pooh, but in the next instant he could be sound asleep in a Diner booth. I knew that he had NJ tattooed on the inside of his lip. He told me that that was where he was born, and when he was a kid and BL/Ind took over he told himself he'd get back there one day.
I knew he had a heart of gold. I wouldn't want him to have anything else. It was his heart that made him so amazing, in my eyes. That reminded me... His eyes. They were green-brown. Not hazel like Kobra and I's were, but more of a green with a few flecks of brown, as opposed to some green-yellow color with a little bit of everything thrown in there. They were really amazing. I would give anything to see them right about now.
I sigh and bring his hand to my lips. Pressing a soft kiss to the back of his hand, I let my chin rest on the side of the mattress. I let my eyes slip shut, knowing that I had a day to wake him up. I could figure something out.
"Poison." I open my eyes to see Ghoul's hand in my own. When I turn my eyes up, I see Kobra standing there with a can of Power Pup and a spoon. He holds them out with a small smile. I take them and force myself to eat the nasty food. He pulls up a chair and looks at me curiously until I'm finished and I've set the can and spoon down on the floor. When I grab Ghoul's hand back in my own, he chews his lip.
"Whatever you're thinking, Kobra, spit it out." I sigh. He nods and takes a breath.
"You need a way to wake him up?" I nod. I really did. I couldn't let him die like this. Not asleep, with no one there to help through his final moments. That would have scared me, at least. Kobra sighs. "Alright... Well then kiss him." I jerk my head to him, away from Ghoul. What the fuck had he said?
"Kobra what th-" He stands up suddenly.
"Dammit, Poison! He's head over fucking heals for you! If kissing him won't wake him the fuck up, then you may as well kiss him goodbye!" He storms out. When I slowly turn back to face Ghoul's unconscious form, I'm hit with just how much Kobra must care about him to be this upset. I sigh and close my eyes, bringing Ghoul's hand to my forehead before I put it down and lean forward.
"Dammit, Ghoul. I'm sorry." I kiss him then, a soft one, but when I feel his breathing deepen a bit, I smile and kiss him again. When I feel his lips twitch beneath mine I pull back and see only a deeply breathing Fun Ghoul. That won't do, I think, pressing my lips against his with a bit more force. Just pretend it's like those people in the movies, I think to myself. It's not really happening.
I feel his mouth open a bit beneath mine, and just as I'm about to pull back, I feel his hand weak on my arm, holding me there. I pull away the slightest bit.
"Ghoul?" His eyes are shut tight and he's trying not to cough, I can tell.
"Don't... Please." I smile and sit on the side of the mattress, helping him to sit up. I rub his back, help him get his breath back to normal. It was a fairly normal waking up, by my standards. "Poison..." I look him in eye, he's almost demanding it, it seems. I smile and lean forward, pressing my lips to his once more.
(You guys should read my other Frerards! Just sayin'...)
