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

Part 19 ~ One Pretty Motherfucker

Still Frank's POV

Anyways, he was currently singing the perfect song for what I wanted to do: "Give Them Hell, Kid". He was really concentrated on his singing so I'm pretty sure he didn't notice me strutting towards him as he said the last lines of the song.

"So c'mon show me how, 'cause I mean this more than words can ever say... What'd you call me?" He finally noticed me standing right next to him, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth and staring at him in a way I knew he'd understand my current intentions. He gave me a knowing look and continued singing, but words he knew would make me pounce.
"Well, there's a chance I'm kissing that guy!"

I closed the distance between us, walking towards him confidently and gripping his cheeks, pulling him in. His hands were instantly in my hair, also pulling me towards him so our lips collisionned aggressively, both completely out of touch with reality. Like always, he tasted like cigarettes, with a hint of coffee always lingering. He tasted like Gee, and oh how I had missed the taste of him on my lips. He soon slipped his tongue in my mouth, deepening the kiss and grunting from time to time.

I was entirely absorbed by the present moment, the sensations overwhelming me. The feeling of his chapped lips on mine, the way his skin felt under my fingertips, the pleasure coursing through me every time he would pull my messy hair, the sounds he made that I had missed so much. My hands found a way to his ass, that I happily gripped and massaged in my hands, loving the effect it had on Gee. He was grinding on me a little now and emitting moans that would be very audible if they weren't muffled by my mouth or the bass and drums that were playing in the background for some fucking reason.

I didn't give a shit about it now though, finally tasting the thing I'd craved so bad. Finally being able to touch him, feel him, love him. My stomach was doing backflips, though he never used to be such an acrobat. Gee just had that effect on me, making me feel as if I'm drowning but flying at the same time, adrenaline pumping through my veins and a feeling of home pulsing through what was left of my soul. Gee had always felt like home to me.

I finally remembered the obvious reason why I was hearing intense emo music, and pulled away from the kiss reluctantly (once again). I leaned in, planted a small kiss on the side of his neck and whispered in his ear before going back to what some called reality:
"You can run away with me... "

He smiled at me with those tiny pointy teeth of his, attempted to brush his hair a bit pointlessly with his free hand and with the other pulled the microphone back up towards his face. It's when they left it that I realized my hands were still on his ass, as he started singing again and walked away from me. Happy with myself, my boner hidden securely behind my guitar, I started playing again with the widest grin you've ever seen, I swear... I mean, who wouldn't after kissing that pretty motherfucker? Especially since he had nothing to hide himself and was displaying proudly the bulge in his pants.

The rest of the show went on as usual, without any more happy accidents or 'accidental' gripping of certain places, and I already missed it. Call me horny if you want to, I guess that's just the effect Gerard has on me. My heart is really confused when it comes to him.

For example, I really want to tear his clothes off with my teeth and lick his whole body and hear him moan and bite his neck and shove my tongue down his throat and grab his thighs and feel him writhing under me and scream out my name like it's the only word he fucking knows. But, at the same time, I wanna look deep into his eyes and whisper sweet nothings in his ear and make him smile or giggle and stroke his soft hair and hold his hand and buy him flowers and nuzzle my face in his neck and kiss him on the cheek, soft, so soft, and tell him he's my whole wide world...

I realize it now, he's my world.

Who knows... I might even love him; but that's not really an emotion I'm an expert on, and I'm not really good with feelings so I might just see where this leads us.

What if this leads down the wrong path though? What if the rabbit lead us to our perish, a hole we fell into possibly rashly, thinking about the falling, without thinking about the crash? So much was on the line here, everything we've worked so hard to accomplish, the things we've been dreaming foolishly of since we were only turbulent children.

This feels right, but what if it's not meant to be down the line, or if Gerard realises I'm not what he wanted and finds somebody better than me? Somebody better looking than my emo mess of a person, a god in bed who'd make him feel better than I had: the guy who had had less sexual partners than the number of fingers on his hands; or, for gods sake... somebody taller?

I don't think my (barely there) sanity could afford to lose Gerard as a friend. As much as playing guitar on this stage feels amazing, nothing compares to the feeling of Gerard playing on my heartstrings. I am sure of this by the way he's looking at me right now. If I didn't know better than to listen to my shitty instincts, I would say by the look in his eyes he's overthinking this at the same time as I am.

We flee at the first glimpse of love that sparks our hearts up in hopes of escaping the inevitable promise of fire.

*note*
Hey guys, girls and pals. (JACKET SLUTS),
Just a quick thank you for taking the time to read my first story:) it means a lot!
If you like it, don't hesitate to leave comment I love reading them!

Part 20 is almost ready, I'm still correcting it but it should be up pretty soon!
Lots of love,
Party-pasta :)