.But You're Beautiful To Me. ~Frerard~

Part 9 ~ Morning Beautiful

Frank's POV

I woke up a bit confused as to where I was. It clearly wasn't my bed or room, though I recognized it. I felt something - someone - shift beside me and turned to face... Gerard? Oookay. So it was indeed not a dream. It felt like one though.

I instinctively moved closer to him and stroked a strand of hair away from his beautiful face. He looked peaceful as hell, and I didn't feel like waking him when he looked so comfy - and so cute - so I simply crawled into his arms, him spooning me. I felt his stomach move slowly against my back as he exhaled and inhaled and his hot breath tickled slightly the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and took it in, dozing off...

A half hour later probably, he shifted a bit and I heard his sleep-riden, groggy voice say "Good morning Frankie"
"Good morning beautiful," I simply answered. He tightened his arms around me, pulling me closer and kissing the back of my neck lazily. His hands started rubbing my chest and traced random patterns on it. I hummed contently and turned to kiss him softly.

If being gay lands you in hell, well at least right now I'm in heaven.

Gerard's POV

I woke up with Frank in my arms. I wasn't really the cuddling type usually, prefering to have my personal space, but Frank just fit so perfectly in my arms. It actually felt really natural. I pulled him closer, suddenly forgetting about my so called dislike of cuddling. It got tossed at the far back of my mind as Frank hummed in content at the soft kisses I planted at the back of his neck and the rubbing of his chest.

Memories of last night suddenly started flooding my mind as Frank planted his soft lips on mine, all the heat and passion obviously... but also the softness, the closeness...

The romance.

I had never felt this way about a guy before, hell, I've never felt that way about anyone I think. I never really opened up to people to be honest - especially lovers - and it was always hard for me to let people in. Most of my past relationships - if you could even call them that - hadn't lasted very long. It was usually a quick, dirty (and often drug-caused) fuck that I regretted as soon as it was over, or even before it was if I'm being honest.

That's exactly what was weird about this time. I don't feel an ounce of the remorse I usually feel after hooking up with someone. This time it just feels okay... you know? It doesn't feel like a mistake, and we were both thinking as clear as day when we did it. This is new for me. A nice kind of new.

I'm really glad to be waking up next to him - yes... a guy, which is also a new thing for me. I guess I really am bi then... I never questioned myself about it too much really - mostly because I didn't give two shits- but, thinking further about this, I realize now my strange obsession with David Bowie should probably have hinted me towards that conclusion sooner... oops haha.

Also, I can't believe I slept with Frank Fucking Iero. Ho.ly. Shit. What's up. I feel like a silly teenager having his first crush or something - even if they scared the living shit out of me. I feel like I should type: 'is it normal for a grown ass man to want to giggle like a little girl' on google and see what those symptoms could possibly mean. It'd probably tell me I had cancer or something, so I decided against it. I wasn't ready to reenact that time I was sure I had the flesh eating disease because I forgot that I scratched my arm and asked the internet it's opinion.

Frank was now nuzzling my neck a bit, his arms around my body. I smiled widely, peacefully.

I suddenly pondered of something that made my bone marrow turn to solid ice. Oh shit. He probably considered this just another one night stand, like we both usually had. This... probably didn't mean anything to him, I probably didn't mean anything to him. This was a mistake. Shit. This... this surely was going to break up the band, but even more so, our eternity-long friendship. I shouldn't have kissed him. I shouldn't have let him in. I shouldn't have jeopardized everything I care about. I shouldn't have gone to bed with him. WHY WAS I STILL HERE? - ...to be honest, I was kinda (totally) freaking out at that point. So much so that I jumped out of Frank's embrace and stumbled - more accurately, fell (onto my face) - out of bed and into my clothes as fast as I could.

I reached for the door handle and was about to run out when I felt a hand gripping my shoulder, stopping me from falling apart. He gently turned me around so I faced him, his loving eyes meeting my worried ones.

I actually did believe it was a dream...