What are we? (Frerard)

Bulletproof heart

Frank pov

"Gerard why did you kiss me?" I found myself asking once I awoke. I feared that his emotions just got the best of him and the kiss was out of the pity and sorrow he felt.

He pursed his lips. "Because I care about you. I desperately need you in my life. I like you, Iero, and kinda hate to admit it."

"Don't start okay?" Frank groaned.

"But Frank I-"

"Gerard do you want me to leave you alone?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"Then you might as well stop saying that because I'm not going anywhere!" He seemed to relax a little at my words, but he fumed.

"I'll be okay you know." I persisted. He gave me a small half hearted smile and reached for my hand tangling our fingers together. He rubbed the his thumb against my skin adoringly.

"I know Frank. I just feel-I worry." He shocke me me when he lent down to me and kissed the top of my head.

"I worry about you too you know?" I admitted. He looks at me with confusion spread on his features. "Gerard you have just as much of a chance of getting hurt as I do, not to mention your consuming the damn drugs."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not. I haven't m. Not for awhile. Worry about your pretty self." He smirked then poked my nose.

"Gerard! I'm serious." I groaned and leaned away from his touch to look up at him.
"God your so beautiful." He breathes staring straight into my eyes which is equivalent to piercing my soul.

"Shut up." I felt my cheeks burn as they blushed. He smiled obviously amused by my reaction. He caresses my tinted cheeks with his hand and I leaning into the comfort.

It's true, I did worry about Gerard. I hate how's he so good at diverting the attention from himself so easily.
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Gerard went outside for a smoke. Mikey came into the room and sat beside me on the couch. He sighed sharply then pushed his glasses further up his nose. "I'm sorry Frank."

"Mikey it's okay, I'm fine!" I assured. He nodded, but I could tell the situation still bothered the shit out of him though.

"You shouldn't be mad at him." I murmured. Mikey opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it. "How could I not? His.....problem not only puts him in danger, but also me and you. He knows that-" he forced out.
"He tried to tell me. I didn't listen. Besides its not like he wants you to get hurt. He loves you Mikey I can tell."

Mikey's face contorted to a emotion I couldn't quite read. It was sadness, understanding, and pain all at once.

"Yeah I thought that once too..." He sighed. That confused me. Leads me to believe the way brothers have a rocky path I don't know about. "What do you mean?" I found myself speak. "If you don't mind me asking." I added shyly. Mikey shook his head.

"Story for another day, Frank."
I sighed sharply and looked down at my hands.

"I worry about him."

Mikey scoffed. "You'll learn to not over time."

"So you aren't concerned for him?" I asked appalled.

"No I do. Look, Gerard is a grown man. His own person. I can't control what he does."

"Yeah, but you could try and help his addiction!"  I argued.

"It's fucking up to Gerard if he gets better!"

"Some people need support Mikey! Here's isn't exactly bulletproof!"

"Yeah? Well neither are we Frank! Maybe dealing with Gerard's problems can be your burden!" My eyes widened at his words.

"Mikey! That's your brother!" I gasped.

"Look. I believe Gerard needs to learn from his mistakes."

"Drugs aren't exactly a mistake made over and over. They're an addiction Mikey. He can't help it." I whined.

Mikey took a deep breath. "I wish I knew what to do... But I don't Frank, okay? So I leave him. I want my brother back. I just don't know where to look for him." His voice broke and his eyes watered over. I was speechless. Mikey just sighed and shook his head.

He then stood up and left the room just as Gerard reentered thorough the front door.

I stood up and walked to the kitchen and he followed. "So we like each other?" I murmured out. Trying to calm my nerves and actually try thinking after that conversation. Though Gerard just fucks up my nerves in a different kind of way. "Gerard?" I asked again.

Gerard stood behind me and rested his head in the crook of my neck. His lips were pressed against my shoulder and he placed light kisses there. "Yes?" He said lowly against my skin. I gasped, his hot breath hitting me shoulder sending shivers down my spine. His voice was hot, hotter than usual and I didn't think that was possible.

"Gerard." I moaned. I turned around to face him. His hair fell in his face and his hazel eyes hid behind the strands of hair. He had me backed up against the counter and leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. Ghosting over them teasingly. "You tell me, Iero" he breathed against my lips. He smashed his lips against mine in a perfect mess. His lips were chapped and he slipped his tongue into my mouth only for it to be filled with the taste of nicotine and coffee. I really kinda fucking loved it. He pushed his tongue against my lip piercing and then tugged on it with his teeth.

My body let out an unexpected gasp then moan and I felt a shiver wreck through my body again sending goose bumps down my arms and legs. He ran his fingertips down my arms lightly making me colder.

"Gerard." I gasped as he pulled out of the kiss and brushed his lips down my jawline to my neck. "Gerard." I tried again though my thoughts became fuzzed as he sucked ok my neck. The realization of what was happening sunk in. "Don't give me a hickey, Gerard." I tried to sound stern but it came out as breathy whine. I pushed him away gently and he groaned.

"I didn't finish." He complained and reached a thumb out to press against my neck. It hurt, but felt good at the same time. "Fuck, I want you." Be breathed.

"Slow down Gerard." I whined.

"Just speaking my mind...." He trailed off.
I snorted.

"I can tell Gee."

His eyes flickered away from my neck to meet my eyes. I love Gerard's eyes. They were hazel like mine yet so much more interesting. So much filled them. His mood, his history and sometimes parts of his smug personality. Right now he looked at me with calm eyes that see he's my face. Suddenly filled with concern. "What's wrong?" I guess Gerard is just as good at reading me as I am him; maybe he's even better.

"Nothing." I sighed. I wanted to tell him about what Mikey said, but I know it would just destroy him and worry him further.