i looked at him, pleading not to. he understood, but refused to obey. "frank, i dare you to kiss gerard. right now." he smiled smugly. i looked over at gerard, who looked a bit red, but also strangely chill. i couldn't kiss him. not even if i wanted to. what if my mom found out? she'd kick me out for sure. i couldn't.
"mikey, i can't."
"you fucking pussy. you don't wanna kiss him? rude."
"it's not even that. i couldn't kiss him even if i wanted to. my mom would kick me out!"
"well, she isn't here right now, is she?" he smirked. okay, he did make a point. i looked at gerard, who looked redder than before. "alright." i shrugged, moving closer to gerard. he looked up, making eye contact with me and leaned forward, only a bit. he was close enough that i could feel his breath against my lip. i leaned forward even more, pressing my lips against his. his lips were really soft. i'm not gonna lie, i actually kinda liked it. i opened my mouth slightly, him doing the same. i slid my tongue against his lip. he moaned oh so quietly, but just loud enough for me to hear. i pulled away and smirked at him. "you're easy aren't cha?"
"shut the fuck up." gerard was almost as red as his hair. he looked down and sniffed.
fuck, he was actually really cute.
|damn, your kiss and the awful things you do|
-nicotine|panic! at the disco
//ok so i know they're teens but i rlly like danger days gerard, ok? I WAS SO TEMPTED TO WRITE SMUT OML. fun fact: i share a birthday with miles iero (frank's son) it's on april 6th so that's gr8
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Fanfictionlike i said, you know i'm almost D E A D, you know i'm almost G O N E.
