Threats Of Romance

Chapter THIRTEEN

Gerard woke up, stretching in the middle of the wooden floor. How could he have treated him like that?! He had to talk to Frank. Running from the living room, upstairs, through the hallway and into the bedroom, he panted. "Frank, Frank, please... Listen. I remember everything, that night... When I manipulated you, when I lied to you. I'm so fucking SORRY! I honestly am a different person now and, and-" He caught his breath. "I don't know if you can ever forgive me but I felt something during that kiss. Something so powerful. I know it, you're the one I want to spend my life with. I just need you to know I'm sorry."

Frank didn't move, he hugged the pillow a little bit harder, tears started to spill out of the corners of his eyes, and his voice broke as he spoke. "I just wanted you to stay and cuddle...." He whispered, his eyes vacant and stained with love.

Gerard's face dropped even more than he even thought possible, he shook his head and his eyes drooped low, his brows furrowed. He spoke in a soft and sweet voice, crouching in front of Frank. "Hey... It's okay... It's all okay... I just needed to apologise." He stood up and went to leave the room. "I'll see you in the morning..." He gave a half smile.

Frank called out. "Make it up to me now..." He said, without moving. "Stay and cuddle." He muttered. He sounded hopeful, but terrified. Terrified because of what Gerard did last time. He moved the pillow out the way, revealing at he was shirtless, in boxers, barely wearing anything.

Gerard saw how scared, and small, and fragile Frank was. Frank Iero, the over energetic shorty, who had orgasms when he played guitar. The only thing Gerard had on his mind right now was guilt. "Of course..." He gave him another smile, mentally thanking him for being open minded. Gerard didn't know if what had happened to Frank had happened to himself he would've been able to give himself a second chance. He smiled a little more genuinely and sat down, wrapping his arms around Frank, bringing him into a tight embrace. "Thank you..."

Frank dragged him down quickly, and crawled on top of his chest, curling up, God knows he was small enough. He looked like a cat. "Say anything and I'll kill you..." He muttered with a soft smirk. There he was. There the old Frank was.

Gerard couldn't help but giggle, watching him intently. "Okay okay!" He smiled and mimed zipping up his mouth. He then wrapped an arm around Frank's small body and held him close. This was how things were supposed to be.