Band Imagines

Innocent Love

[[Frerard]]
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He stared into his eyes, grinning widely. Everything on his face was absolutely perfect. The way his eyes glistened in the sunlight, the way his lips curled up into a smile, the way his jaw was so perfectly chiseled. He was made from perfection, by perfection, and into perfection.

Gerard kept his eyes glued to that man, admiring how he moved and how his hair flickered with even the slightest breeze. There was nothing that wasn't fascinating about this man. Everything was exactly how Gerard wanted it.

The sheets draped over their bare bodies and separated them from the world. No one would know their secrets, not one soul. What these two men had was something that was not meant to be shared. It was so pure and innocent, they didn't want to have it corrupt by the society they were in. Everything needed to stay perfect.

As Gerard observed him, Frank stared out a window. He wasn't watching the wind blow gently against the trees or the people walking by on the street below. Frank was thinking about everything Gerard did. The beautiful smile on his face when he was something he liked, the laugh coming from him as he encountered something funny, the sparkle in his eyes as he looked at Frank. Frank noticed everything and took it all in. He would not miss a single thing about Gerard.

Under the silky white sheets, their hands touched. Gerard's soft hand was on top of Frank's hand. The warmth from just Gerard's hand alone was enough to heat Frank's body on this beautiful fall evening.

Frank could feel Gerard's intense gaze fixated upon him. His lips curled up into a smile and his hand turned over, grasping gently at Gerard's. He trolled his head to the side and looked at the beautiful man admiring him.

His eyes held that sparkle and his lips were forming a faint smile. Gerard's eyes held everything going through his mind; love, wonder and curiosity.

His hair had fallen back onto the pillow under his head. There was one exception; the tiny strand of black hair that lay against the bridge of his nose. It didn't seem to bother Gerard, but Frank wasn't particularly fond of it. With his free hand Frank reached out and gingerly pushed the strand back where it belonged, out of that beautiful face.

Gerard's faint smile deepened into a closed-mouth grin. He absolutely loved Frank. The way he moved was so slow yet so fast, his touch gentle and soft.

Their story was written on those bed sheets. It wasn't a story of lust and sweat, it was a story of love and affection. Everything they did was loving and affectionate. From smiling to making love, it was all gentle and loving. "Frank," Gerard's voice was so calm and gentle. "I love you."

Frank's smile grew into a grin. "I love you, too," he said softly.

The light touch of their hands became a tight but gentle grip. Their fingers were laced together perfectly.

The room was silent and still now as they stared at each other, hiding their love from the world. Keeping it pure and innocent.Without any hesitation Gerard moved closer and pressed his lips to Frank's. In that short moment their lips moved in sync slowly and gently.

Frank's lips were softer than anything Gerard has experienced in his entire life. They were a cushion for Gerard to fall back on in their relationship. Protective and gentle.

Frank's hand immediately migrated to Gerard's cheek, caressing it with a gentle soft touch. It was a warm and comforting touch. Despite all the anger and worry in the world, when Frank's bare hand made contact with Gerard's skin, he felt safe and secure; nothing would hurt him while Frank was around.

Even though their lips stopped moving, Gerard and Frank kept them locked together. Gerard squeezed Frank's hand and Frank rubbed Gerard's cheek. Both were small attempts to ease the others nerves. To make sure they knew nothing would happen to them while the were around.