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

Part 24 ~ Run Away With Me

Gerard's POV

If only he knew the things going through my mind right now. I don't think he knew how fucking hot he looked playing that guitar, or how much I was craving him. I wished I could reach out and touch, have him writhing and begging for me again. He was asking for it, his mouth hung open, his skilled fingers running across the strings, his sweaty hair falling across his face..

I managed to get through the show without moaning into the mic too much. The last song came along and I saw Frank getting closer and closer from the corner of my eyes. As I said the last lines to "Give Them Hell, Kid", he stopped right next to me, looking like sex. His eyes were begging for it anyway. As I looked to his plump bottom lip, trapped between his teeth in a very attractive manner, I understood his plan and decided to modify the lyrics a little.

"What'd you call me?" I smirked at him, "Well, there's a chance I'm kissing that guy!" He power walked to me, grabbing my cheeks and leaning in eagerly. I threaded my fingers through his hair and brought him closer, an aggressive and passionate kiss soon wetting our lips. I shoved my tongue into his mouth, eager to taste more of him and grunting in contentment.

I had missed doing this with him so much that I got completely lost into it, barely registering his hands on my ass and the delicious moans and whimpers that left his mouth. We were full on making out, grinding on each other like horny teenagers.

I had missed it so much that for a moment I had forgot where we were and that thousands of people - INCLUDING MIKEY- were watching. His lips left mine but soon were on my neck, leaving a gentle peck. He whispered in my ear words I swore I'd never forget, "You can run away with me... "

I opened my mouth to answer but all I could do was yell: "GERARD WAKE THE FUCK UP IT'S NOON." Frank looked at me in confusion, responding: "WE HAVE A SHOW IN ONE HOUR YOU BETTER BE FUCKIN' READY."

I jolted awake as Mikey yelled from behind the hotel room door. I suggested him to do something along the line of shutting the fuck up, being the nice brother that I am, and he seemed to go away after that.

I rolled back into the sheets, turning to face a disheveled looking frank with the craziest case of bed hair I'd ever seen. The sun was filtering through the cheep curtains so I could see his pale glory in the morning light. He smiled at me lopsidedly, booping my nose with his finger. "Hey stranger."

I smiled like an idiot and wrapped my arms around him, sighing in pure happiness, "Morning sex-hair."

He giggled and snuggled closer, "You know it's your fault right? You keep tugging on it.."

I looked up at him in fake shock, my hand on my heart. He laughed and leaned in, kissing my neck lazily. "I'll stop tugging when you stop loving it. I love hearing you moan, I just can't help it."

Though I couldn't see his face, I know he was flustered and probably blushing. "Fair enough." He bit down on a hickey he left there last night, a soft half-gasp half-moan fluttering away from my lips. "I'll keep doing this then." He pulled away to look at me then, probably admiring the multiple hickeys he had left on my skin for me. I'm not even sure I have the motivation to hide them anymore, it might be pointless with the increasing number marking my skin as his.

He shot me a playful look, his eyes fluttering from my lips to my eyes, asking me if I wanted more of his lips. I pulled him in by his hair slowly, making sure to tangle it up even more, and licked his bottom lip. He trapped mine between his teeth and tugged slightly, a pleasant shiver running through me.

Our lips met like lovers, shyly at first, but full of passion. Softly but full of want. Gently but eagerly, as if the only thing they were made for was kissing. I felt his slightly chapped raspberry lips rubbing across mine, wetted and slightly swelled from the kissing.

His beautiful eyes met mine as he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting us still. "I'll never get tired of kissing you Gerard." He muttered, his voice groggy.

"Well then I must be the luckiest man alive Frankie." I smiled wholeheartedly at him, wishing he'd kiss me again with those sweet lips of his. He got the cue and leaned in, only being cut off by..

"HEY GEE HAVE YOU SEEN FRANK? WE CAN'T SEEM TO FIND THE FUCKER!" Mikey screamed once more from behind the - very thankfully - locked door. Frank, startled, fell of the bed, making a huge 'thump' sound and groaning. Mikey was such a fucking cockblock.

What a killjoy.

"Well then go find him Mikey, I swear to god." I answered with a normal human being volume, since the wall were basically made of paper here anyway.

"OKAY. SEE YOU IN FIFTEEN MINUTES!" He yelled out again.

Frank's head popped up from behind the bed, "Is he gone?"

"Yeah he is," I chuckled a bit, helping him onto the bed again, "but you should probably go before they start hanging missing posters with your face on it." He rolled his eyes at me, planting a quick kiss to my lips.

He got dressed - noting he'd have to replace his shirt since quite a few buttons had been mysteriously ripped out - and walked out.

Leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I had forgotten what Frank had said to me that night until the dream, but now it wouldn't get out of my head. I had to answer him some way..

I must admit, this took WAY too long to write, thank you for your patience.

How are you liking your summer so far? You can rant here if you wanna ;)

A gentle soul has made me realize I've completely skipped chapter 22.
Was it a conscious decision? Probably not, but interpret it however you want to hehe...

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(If you actually want one I do have an idea for the epilogue though... to be followed)

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