romeo & juliet ; f.g

chapter five,

when frank woke up, his face was still throbbing. he forced his eyes open, and a smile washed over his face at the sight of gerard cuddled up to him. his lips were parted and his red hair was messy, lying across his forehead. his arms slid tighter around frank's waist, pulling frank in until they were flush against each other. their noses were bumping and frank could feel gerard's soft breath hitting his face, his lips, and he sighed. 

gerard looked so youthful like this, soft and sweet. he could probably pass as someone who went to frank's school, if he wasn't wearing his greased stained tank-top. frank flicked a few hairs out of gerard's face, admiring him. 

then, he heard the front door open, and footsteps coming through the doorway- along with his mother and father's voices. he panicked, trying to shake gerard awake, but it does no use. he whined quietly; if gerard is caught up here, he's dead- the both of them are dead. so dead. his parents would dance on his grave. 

after wiggling around for a minute, trying to wake gerard up, he heard gerard murmur, "five more min.." and frank sighed. 

"gerard!" he hissed, and gerard's eyelashes fluttered. fuck it, frank thought, before pressing his lips to gerard's. 

gerard was, of course, instantly awake, moving his hand to hold frank's cheek as they kissed softly, frank's plan of giving him a quick peck to try to wake him discarded. gerard's lips were chapped, but moist and smooth. they moved together lazily, until frank pulled away, slightly breathless.

"you gotta go!" he whisper shouted, at the same time gerard let out a low whistle. 

"i knew ya' had it in ya'," he grinned, and frank rolled his eyes. 

"my fucking parents are home- you have to go!" gerard aw'ed at frank cussing- his quiet voice and pretty lips and it's just so out of character for him!- but then he realized what frank said, and scrambled out of frank's bed, instantly shoving his feet back into his boots.

"c'ya around," gerard smiled, before sliding frank's window open and climbing out. frank heard footsteps booking it, and waited until he couldn't hear gerard running until he relaxed again. he flopped back down onto his bed, his fingers moving upward and pressing against his lips, where he could still feel gerard's. 

the pain he had felt in his face was completely gone because of his distraction, he realized, and he giggled. shutting his eyes and rolling over to the side of the bed gerard was sleeping on, he inhaled the scent that lingered- bitter like cigarettes, but sweet like bubblegum. he giggled again, and heard a knock on the door. 

"come in," he called, leaning up on his palm. the door opened, and his mum walked into his room.

"good morning, honey. how'd you sleep? did you have a good night?" she asked, and he nodded. 

"'m good, was fine," he replied, the smile showing in his voice. 

"who's is.. that?" his mother asked, nodding towards his desk chair. 

hanging on the back was gerard's leather jacket, and frank blushed bright red. he must've forgotten it.

"dallon's new jacket, he must've left it behind," he said quietly, his eyes trained on the black leather. 

"oh. it's.. interesting. i didn't think dallon would be the type to wear clothes like that," his mother said, turning back to frank, who shrugged. 

"i didn't think you cared about that sort of thing."

"oh, come now, frankie. you know that we can't have that sort of person around us, especially not in our house. don't tell me you're making friends with people like that?" she asked, peering at her son curiously. 

"no- no! come on mum, i wouldn't do that," he said, blushing, "you know me." 

i wouldn't make friends with them, at least. 

"alright. wait- is that a black eye? frank!" she strode over to him, pulling the blanket down and looking at his beaten face.

"it's nothing, mum. just-" 

"just those boys again?" frank nodded, his eyes cast downwards. "if you'd just let me, i'd speak to the pta," she sighed, "and what's that smell? is that cigarettes?" 

"oh my god, mum, just get out!" frank squeaked, and she giggled.

"oh, alright, don't get your panties in a twist, frankie." she left the room, and frank sighed, leaning back on his bed again. 

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a/n:

a little shorter but !!!!!!!!!!! they kissed i'm aw