You're Such A Killjoy! (Frerard fanfiction)

Moments Turn To Ash

I haven't updated this story in what seems months, so, here ya go, have more Frerard!!!

(There might be Rikey later on, idk yet)

Enjoy, casseroles

(my phone autocorrected assholes to casseroles, so....)

-shoves stuff in ur face-

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Frank P.O.V

Ray told me that he wasn't going to bully me, and for once, I believed him. We hadn't spoke since he ditched me all the time, so sitting in his bedroom, waiting for Gerard and Mikey to turn up was awkward.

I was sat on his foldout bed, nervously twiddling my thumbs, and glancing at Plasm every so often.

(A/N: Plasm is the name of his guitar)

He was stood by the side of me, checking the strings to his guitar, Nero.

I used to think it was just me that named my most prized possessions, but apparently not.

A loud clatter erupted.

"Shit.."

He had dropped Nero on the laminate floor.

We both reached at the same time, our fingers grazing by the neck of the instrument.

I murmured a sorry, and picked up Nero from the floor.

I heard him gulp.

Sitting down, I made the mistake of turning to look at him.

He was gazing into my eyes. We were both at the same height, he was still crouching, and I was sat mere inches away from him.

He reached out, over Nero on my lap, and slowly dragged his hand down the side of my face.

I breathed in his scent, and leant into his hand, craving the touch.

He lifted my head to look at him once more, before ducking his head, and resting his lips on mine.

A bazillion gazillion thoughts were spinning through my brain as he moved his lips against mine.

My first kiss.

With my crush.

I put Nero to the side, our lips never parting, and let him crawl onto my lap.

    Straddling me, he tilted his head, and began to kiss me deeply.

I gave in, and wound my arms around his neck. The tingles cught me by surprise.

All this time, I had wondered how it would be to kiss, not even expecting my first to be with my crush.

He lowered his chest to mine, and I could hear his heartbeat, like a rabbit under his skin.

The air got thicker as we grew closer.

He tugged on my hair as I bit down on his lip. I was craving him, I needed him, his touch, his taste; the sweet honey flavour of his tongue.

I had just started to slide my fingers under his shirt when there was a knock at the front door.

We pulled away, both panting, and he nodded twice, a smile warming his face, and he got up, and answered the door.

"Hey Ray"

It was the Bad Brothers.

I cursed, and gave myself a few seconds to compose myself. I was so caught up in our moment that I had forgotten band practise.