"Frankie," I called, "I got you coffee."
I could tell he hadn't even gotten out of the bed.
The blanket still covered him.
Now,
He was turned to his side,
Staring at the indigo morning sky.
I sat next to him,
"Are you okay? You haven't gotten out of bed."
"I'm fine."
Even though he wasn't.
What a fucking lie.
"No, tell me what's wrong-"
"I'm okay!" He snapped.
The eruption made me jump.
It wasn't like Frank to act like this.
So inside, I was actually immensely terrified.
It made me go quiet,
But I repeated myself.
I had to address this!
"...I bought you coffee..."
He looked at me,
sat up
As I handed him the cup.
I was all smiles
During this.
We stared out the window,
Though the atmosphere was remained
Painfully dead.
"Why aren't you talking?" I ask.
"I don't know," he says, his eyes glued to the cup.
And I
Watch
His purely pale body move
Under the sheets.
The overwhelming feeling
Was
Paral y z i n g
M e.
I couldn't stop staring.
I don't even remember blinking.
And the way
His tattoos laid
Upon his body
Made me insane.
I wanted him.
I wanted and wanted him.
I needed to have my taste of him.
My breathing ceased,
As he shivered over those
White
Sheets.
"I'm cold."
That gave me an idea.
I stared at him as I
Took my clothes off.
I nestled myself into the area of his crotch,
And pulled the blanket over top of us.
Lovingly,
Passionately,
Purely,
Kissing his body.
"Now, you're gonna get really hot now, huh, Frank?"
I laugh.
Smooch his face.
Until I made my way to his ear,
"...I want you to have sex with me."
And as if
In that moment
He automatically
Pushed me
Off his body.
And thus, the smooching stopped.
"Gerard, I'm not in the mood.
... I don't have anything against you though."
I was a little hurt,
But I respected that.
"That's okay." I answered.
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfic"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
