Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Frerard)

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First thing I saw when I woke up was a tattooed hand laid across my stomach. I threw my head back into the pillow and smiled. I felt great and was happier than ever.

I looked at Frank's peaceful face as he was sleeping next to me. He looked like a heavenly creature. I slowly slid his hand off of my chest and quietly made my way to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and when I returned to the bedroom wearing only a towel I saw Frank sitting in the middle of my bed looking around. He smiled widely when he saw me.

"Good morning." He said and I sat down next to him. I was looking into his eyes and kissed him. He quickly pulled me closer and kissed me back. I ran my hand over his smooth skin and savored the taste of his lips. He smelled like...I couldn't even say what. It was a mixture of my sheets, sleep and just his skin but to me, it was the best thing ever. We pulled away after a while and just sat close to each other.

"Good morning, Frankie." I finally said. He smiled against my neck and I stroked his arm. I inspected his tattoos and ran the tip of my middle finger over the outlines. "Does it hurt?" I asked him. I hated needles and even in my mid-twenties I still hated having my blood drawn.

"No. It stings a little sure but it doesn't hurt. It itches when it's healing sometimes." He giggled at the memories. I smiled and continued tracing his tattoos.

"I like tattoos. Body is like a canvas that you can use to express yourself." I said. He nodded and then we just sat there, breathing, touching, kissing random parts of our bodies.

Minutes later Frank asked if he could take a shower so I gave him a towel and went to make breakfast. I didn't have much breakfast material but I did find some cereal, fruits and something to drink. He came out of the bathroom ten minutes later, towel around his hips and his chest glistening with water. I looked him up and down and melted at the sight. I have never felt so attracted to someone after only one night together. Frank looked around and shook his hair a little bit. That was when I realized I've been staring for quite some time.

"Uhm, breakfast?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Sure." He smiled and stepped closer. I offered him what I got apologizing for my lack of food. Frank admitted he didn't even like eating in the morning, that he just waits until he's hungry. But he did take some fruits and juice. We ate mostly in silence but we were touching each other. Holding hands or my hand on his knee, his head on my shoulder...

We talked about music and what Frank likes to listen to, then we talked about art and what artists we like. We also talked about coffee. Those were topics I could never get enough of. And Frank? He wasn't able to shut up when it came to comics and if he didn't have to go home, we would be talking about Batman for forever.

"Gerard, I will have to go." He told me after what seemed like a whole day but I knew it couldn't have been more than 10 AM.

"Already?" I sighed and looked at him sadly.

"Yeah, I gotta go to work." Frank shrugged his shoulders and looked down at our intertwined fingers. He stood up and looked at me doing his iconic lip biting.

"Come here." I pulled at his hand and sat him down in my lap. He smiled and put his hands around my shoulders. I put my hands on his torso and moved them up and down. He smiled into the kiss and when we pulled apart he nuzzled his nose against my neck. He was hugging me and I could sense he was convincing himself to get up and get dressed.

"I wish I could stay longer." He sighed and kissed my neck and shoulder. I let out a breath throwing my head back.

"Yeah, but the door is always open for you, you can call me and come." I told him enjoying his butterfly kisses. 

"Perfect." He giggled and stood up.

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After he got dressed we exchanged numbers - something we should have done a long time ago. I kissed him goodbye after he declined my offer to walk him and suddenly I felt like I didn't have a life apart from when I was with Frank. I didn't know what to do and so I just sat on my sofa and read some comics while listening to music. When the evening rolled around I received a text from Frank.

Frank - I miss you

I smiled my muscles tugging at the corners of my mouth I was afraid it might rip.

Me - I miss you too, still at work?

Frank - walking home, what are you doing

Me - tried reading but I can't stop thinking about you

Frank - cute

Frank - me neither

I laughed out loud. Shit, I had it bad for that boy. I cursed my job because it meant I would see Frank only after school and I wanted to see him as much as I possibly could. We were starting something beautiful and it had a potential to be great. I never had a relationship like that and I wanted to enjoy every minute of it.

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super extra tiny short chapter 
but there will be a long one next time
i promise 

and its officially finally raining and me is happy