He Saved Me With His Words

What to Do Now?

Frank's POV

I sunk into the couch with Gee's head on my lap, and a plate of cold eggs in my hand. The cold eggs were a nice gesture by Gerard, and it was all working out fine until we both broke down, tears streaming down our faces in the middle of the kitchen at 9:30 in the morning. I assumed that Gerard's neighbors could hear us and were probably questioned it, but at least it wasn't morning sex. I feel as though they would have been very disturbed by that. As I was thinking to myself, with the TV still playing in the background. I looked down to find Gee taking a nap, his entire body was curled to an even smaller length than usual. His eyes were softly shut, his vibrant red hair falling in his face, and his breathing slow and heavy.

He looked so peaceful and I was really in the mood to draw, so I decided to try and find something to draw on; a napkin or sketch book would have worked just fine. I searched the surrounding area to find Gerard's writing book on the table in front of the couch. I felt like that was snooping in a way I wasn't trying to, but really wanted to draw Gee and I didn't think he would have minded. I decided to reach over him to grab the book and use a page from the back to draw. I grabbed a pen from my flannel pocket and started to draw the angles and depths of Gee. He was so peaceful; almost like a child, not a care or worry in the world. I had finished sketching and set the book where I found it as I placed the pen in my pocket. Just as I had leaned back to take a nap for myself, Gee woke up. 

He sat up, rubbed his eyes and leaned in for a kiss that lasted longer than usual. As he leaned into it more, I was pushed into the couch cushions. This wasn't just a kiss anymore, we were making out. I was perfectly fine with that as long as we stayed in some boundaries. Gerard climbed on my lap as he was running his fingers and hands through my thick, black hair. I started running my hands up his chest and over his arms, feeling all the imperfections in his body that I found more than perfect. I ran my hands up his arms, to his neck where I rested my hands as he lovingly ran his fingers over my arms. He had pulled away as I immediately stated "That was different, is everything okay?" He answered with a smirk and a quick kiss on my cheek "Yes! Everything is perfect because I love you, I really do!"