Regret Flows (Frerard)

In Blood

Morning light filtered in through the tall windows, shining a warm beam directly onto the pair as they peacefully slept. Gerard lay on his back with Frank curled against his side, resting his face on the older's chest. The black duvet, now scattered with stains from the night before, was haphazardly draped over their lower halves, keeping them warm on the cold Autumn night. The two slept into the late morning, comforted by each other's presence. 

Gerard's eyes gently fluttered open, pleased to find Frank still cuddled against his body. Cautious not to wake the other, he let his eyes scan Frank's body for the first time. He noticed that Frank had tattoos scattered across his torso and arms, all of which were surveyed individually by the artist. His eyes traced his collar bones, each adorned with a swallow in permanent ink before focusing on the large heart in the middle of his sternum. The heart had multiple swords stuck through it, piercing it from different angles; Gerard liked this one the most. His eyes continued to wander down Frank's torso until being cut off by the duvet. He made a mental note to ask Frank to show him the rest later, and grew excited at the idea of sharing the his love for art with someone, even if it was in a medium he had never considered. 

Gerard laid content, smelling Frank's hair and letting his mind wander along with his eyes. Eventually, Frank began to stir, and pulled his head off of Gerard's chest as he sat up. "Good morning," Gerard mewled softly as the younger stretched his arms out, revealing more tattoos. Frank smiled and looked back down at the artist as he flopped back down onto the pillow, causing Gerard to roll onto his side to continue facing him. "Can I make you some breakfast?" Gerard offered to the younger, smiling when his eyes widened at the mention of food. 

"No, that's okay, thanks though," Frank smiled, "I have work at 10," he continued as he yawned into the pillow.

Gerard's smile dropped suddenly, "Oh, shit, I think it's like 11:30." Frank's eyes widened into a panic, desperately rolling over to find his phone on the nightstand. The screen displayed 11:24am, leading Frank to shoot out of bed, losing the duvet keeping his modesty. 

"Fuck!" Frank exclaimed "Fuck, I can't be late again, oh shit-" he carried on desperately sorting through the pile of discarded black clothes on the floor to find his own. Gerard stood as well, bouncing into his clothes instantaneously. He watched as Frank shuffled hurriedly into the bathroom, revealing a large jack o lantern on his upper back between his shoulder blades. 

"I'll drive you," Gerard offered, holding out Frank's jeans to him as he stomped back into the room.  Frank wanted to protest, but he was already late and there weren't any other options. 

"Okay, yeah that would be great thank you-" Frank replied with gratitude in his voice. 

The two ran down the stairs, Frank stopped by the door to pull on his muddy old converse while Gerard lapped through the kitchen. The artist made his way to the front door as Frank finished tying his laces, opening the door for the two of them, and lead the way to his 1962 Cadillac DeVille in the drive way. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Frank breathed when he saw the car, noticing his mirrored reflection in the spotless paint. Gerard chuckled, unlocking the car before climbing inside, careful not to scratch the perfectly restored entirely black interior. 

Frank looked up again at the gorgeous house as they pulled out of the driveway, and onto the road. "Okay, where are we going?" Gerard asked.

"Bennett's" Frank responded, Gerard nodded back already knowing the way. 

The pair flew across town, getting to the music shop in less than ten minutes. Frank anxiously chewed on his lip, anticipating the worst from his boss. When they arrived, Frank threw his door open and began to step out before being called back back by Gerard. Confused, he ducked his head back into the car to see the artist holding out his arm, offering a mug of coffee and a croissant in a baggie.