They Don't Believe In Us (frerard)

19- Shocking Blue Eyes That Resembled Kurt Cobain's

Gerard's POV

Movement of weight on the bed woke my relaxed body up from my much-needed and much-lacked peaceful sleep. Suddenly a strong, more muscular than my lanky arm, tattooed grip is around my torso and pulling me back against their warm body. A smile forms on my still kiss-swollen lips as I decide to ignore the adorable figure obviously begging for my attention. That doesn't work quite well when his head is in the crook of my neck kissing it. My embarrassed child-like giggle fills the messy bedroom of morning sun. I hear a deep, friendly laugh by my ear, which still sends shivers through my bones.

"G'morning." A groggy voice mumbles into my shoulder as he rubs his hand up and down the side of my naked body as far as his short arm can reach (which is my lower thigh, seeing as my legs are slightly bent).

"Hi, sleepy." At this moment, I don't why now rather than before, I realized how pressed together our bodies were, especially in one particular area, and remembered the events that occurred last night.

"How ya feelin'?" Concern laced Frank's less sleep-sounding words.

Turning my head, I speak, "I feel fine, why do you ask?"

"Well, um, usually you experience ba-" as I was turning my comfortable body to face Frank, I let out a scream when I felt immense pain shoot up from my lower back, and what felt like, my, um, asshole.

"Ah, there we go."

"What. The fuck. Do you mean." my teeth are gritted together and eyes screwed shut. I went to place my hand where the pain was, but Frank's hand already moved there, beating me. He massaged it lightly.

"Well, the first few times a man bottoms in sex, he'll experience.. pain. Like you. Right now."

"Oh." Honestly, I feel like I've heard that. Well, yeah, Gerard, you better have read it somewhere, don't you educate yourself?

"Yeah. Well here, I got up and got you some ibuprofen and a lovely cup of coffee."

Immediately at the sound of coffee, I went to shoot myself up in anticipation. "AH-ah-ah-ah don't if you wanna go through physical hell." Meekly, I sit up slowly, the pain numbly there due to my slow, careful movements. Frank hands me the pills and coffee before stroking my face lovingly, then, because yeah, I can't swallow pills, I suck it up and chew them. A discomforted look on my face before I chug half of my coffee to get the painkiller residue out of my mouth and into my system.

"You chew your pills?" An astonished look sweeps over Frank's face.

"Shut up! I can't swallow them because I start to overthink it and then I gag and start panicking and it's not fun." I finish up my coffee and Frank takes it from my hand, setting it on the bedside table on his side of the bed (the right side, if you must know).

"Well, I'm sorry, then. You're still my same little Dove." ( a/n yes yes this is definitely somewhat of a reference to The Dove Keeper)

We share a kiss before Frank crawls over me.

"I don't know about you but I need to get cleaned up." I blush, knowing he meant the mess I made.

Before he gets off of me though, Frank runs his hands through my hair then rests them behind my neck and kisses me again. When he got up out of the covers, I notice he was still butt naked. A smile creeps its way onto my devious face. Before Frank got out of reach, I stretch my arm out and slap him playfully across his pale bottom. Surprisingly, no tattoos. Frank gasps loudly before swirling around, his face beet red. To my dismay, he's holding his junk securely in one of his hands, therefore it being out of my vision.