Cabin of Bad Dreams and Towel Scenes

.nine.

I nearly spit out my coffee, "Are you wearing my mother's dress?"

He did a spin, "Its cute, yeah?"

The deep v neck plunged, showing his pale chest, "You don't have the boobs to fill it, I'm afraid."

"What did you expect? Double D's?" He joked, starting to slip the dress off his head.

"What are you doing!?" I put my hands up to stop him, sitting up suddenly on the couch.

"I have clothes on underneath. This dress hits the floor, Frank. I'm wearing my sweats. What do you think I am? Your personal show?" He teased, pulling it over his head to expose his white skin.

I couldn't help but stare. Gerard noticed, "You're looking at my stretch marks, aren't you?"

"I didn't notice them until you said something." My eyes ran over the small purple lightening bolts, "I just thought you looked beautiful."

His cheeks turned pink, "Yeah?"

I stood up and grabbed his hands that were covering his chest, "Yeah."

I brushed hair from his face, making him blush, "So what's our plans for today?"

He automatically giggled, making my heart leap, "A picnic by the river..."

I caught on, "Should I pack my ukulele?"

"Preferably, yes."

...

I had my backpack around my shoulders and my hand laced with Gerard's. He practically dragged me to the river, giddy as ever. It made me so happy. He wore a loose flannel shirt with a tank top underneath, the flannel unbuttoned, some jeans, and my mother's old sun hat. He looked unbelievably cute and I could help but tell him ever two seconds. I was falling so hard and so fast, and it was the best feeling in the world.

I tried to take the hat off of him, but he swatted my hand away, "What?"

"I will burn like a vampire, especially today. It's so sunny and nice out." He explained, adjusting his flamboyant hat.

I chuckled, "If you're a vampire, how hard do you bite?"

"Oh, super hard." He mocked a hiss and held up his hands in a claw like shape.

I burst into laughter, putting my head on his shoulder. He petted my hair. I pulled away and yanked my red picnic blanket out of my backpack, setting it on the ground next to the river. Gerard sat down on it, flopping onto his back, gazing at the spring clouds. I joined him, holding his hand. We stared at the clouds, them making white wispy shapes in the sky. I looked at Gerard, once again thinking he was the better view. His hair was a halo around him and his slight smile made his pale face look unbelievably gorgeous. I was almost convinced such a beautiful person shouldn't be able to exist, but yet, here he was.

He turned his head to me after a bit and he just stared at me, giggling. He brushed my hair from my face and kissed my nose, blushing as he did so. I took in a deep breath.

"You're so beautiful..."

He blushed and hid behind the hat, "T-thanks..."

"I mean it. You are so beautiful."

He giggled, "Just don't go all James Blunt on me, okay?"

I sung horribly in purpose, "You're beautiful its true."

He pushed my shoulder, "Frank..."

I chuckled softly, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead. He squirmed, sitting up. I sat up, too. I watched him dig through my backpack, getting a much needed view of his backside. Those jeans fit him well. Almost too well. He hit my arm, coming back with the sandwiches I had packed.

He handed one to me, "I saw you looking at my ass, Frankie."

"And if I was?" I smirked.

He rolled his eyes, "I'd hit you again."

"Hit me baby one more time."

"You have an identity crisis, Frank," he took a bite of the sandwich, "Who are you? Britney Spears or James Blunt?"

"I'm Frank Iero, and I'm on a date with you." I said matter-of-factly, taking a bite from my sandwich.

We ate in silence for a few minutes, just looking at each other, smiling every once and awhile. When we were done, he forced me onto my back, wanting to stare at the sky with me again. I had other ideas. I surprised him by getting on top of him, his cheeks bright pink. His hat was sitting weird on his head, so I just took it off and put it on me. He giggled as I bent down and kissed him softly. His lips were soft and felt like water on a hot day. His lips brought me back to reality and up to cloud nine all at once.

I got off of him and he held my hand, taking his hat back, "Will you play for me now?"

"Of course, Gee."

It was just like my wish. I played a song for him, specifically Can't Help Falling in Love, and he rested his head on my shoulder, humming softly, staring at me lovingly. He kissed at my jaw, making me have to concentrate harder at the task at hand. At the chorus of the song, he started singing along, sending shivers down my spine.

He sighed, "I can't help falling in love with you, Frankie."

I smiled, cheeks turning red. I sang along with him, him running his hand over my thigh. He giggled when my cracked, but continued nonetheless. He kissed my cheek when I was finished and ran a hand through my hair, threatening to throw me into the river.

"You think you can throw me into that? I'm much heavier than you." I laughed.

"That may be true, but I can try."

"Oh really?"

"Really," he said standing up, I doing the same.

He tried to grab my waist, but before he could blink, I picked him up bridal style and tossed him in, myself jumping in with him. The water was cold and surprising and my lower body clenched when it hit the freezing water. Gerard grabbed onto my neck, yelling curses at me, kissing me between them.

We played around with each other for a bit, the water eventually becoming too cold for us. We headed back to the house, drying ourselves off. I was in my new underwear, my wet clothes in a pile on the floor. Gerard came in with merely a towel on, his hair wet still, slowly drying. I stared at him.

"Its only fair that," he paused, his face turning red, "that you last see me in this cabin, like the first time you saw me."

He dropped his towel, and there he stood before me, naked. My breath hitched as I scanned his beautiful pale skin. I stood up and closed the bedroom door, wrapping my arms around Gerard's waist, kissing him passionately.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." He moaned into the kiss.

I led him to my bed, running my hand down to his lower back. He took off my boxers and allowed me to pin him to the bed, kissing at his neck. He made a tiny pleased noise. I stared down at him, his face contorted in pleasure, a smile breaking through.

"Is this what you want?"

"Please." He practically begged.