Remember Me (Frerard)

Chapter Eight: Absolute Happiness (Gerard)

Two men sat on a picnic table in the middle of the night in August. Their heads rested against each other.
Their burger wrappers were in the garbage, and their hands laid on top of one another. Gerard turned to look at the other man's perfect face. His hair, his eyes, his jaw, his lips.
His lips...
His full, wonderful lips. He wanted to kiss them. He wanted nothing more than for their lips to be lightly against each other, enriched with true love and absolute happiness.
Which was what Gerard was feeling. He was sure of it.
He lifted his hand and turned Frank's face toward his own. He pressed his mouth against the other man's. He could feel Frank smiling against his lips. He traced his tattoos, and Frank ran his inked up fingers through Gerard's hair.
This felt so good, just the two of them, alone. He didn't want sex. He only wanted this.
Forever.
He opened his eyes and noticed a single tear running down Frank's face. Softly, he ceased kissing him, and brushed away the tear.
"What's wrong?" he asked gently.
"Absolutely nothing," Frank replied with a smile. "Nothing whatsoever." He pulled Gerard's face down to his level by his hair, smiling against his lips.
Gerard smiled back. He leaned in closer and kissed harder. He loved this man. He loved this man with all his heart, all his soul, all his mind. He wrapped his arms around Frank and spiraled his hands down his neck and his arms.
"I love you, you motherfucker," he mumbled into the mouth pressing against his. Frank opened his eyes and pulled away.
"I love you too," he replied quietly. Gerard stared into his beautiful hazel eyes. He could drown in those eyes.
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
"Most certainly."
Gerard smiled and kissed Frank again momentarily.
This was absolute happiness.

Also I've decided to drop the thing with the definitions at the beginning of each chapter. It was getting problematic. If something relates to the chapter I'll do it.
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