Going away- Frerard (reupload)

Chapter seven

Sun shone brightly, filling the room with light. Gerard tried to ignore it but after a few minutes he got frustrated and decided to close his curtains. He sat up and threw his blanket off of him; eyes still closed, and placed his feet on the floor. When he felt soft carpet instead of his ice-cold hard wood floor, his eyes shot open.

He was in someone else's room. He looked around at the white walls and dark blue carpet, trying to figure out where he was. His head was pounding with that familiar hangover feeling as he tried to remember what had happened the night before.

He sat with his head in his hands for a while before he felt the bed move. He turned around and found someone lying next to him, the blankets pulled up to their chest and an arm slung over their face, black hair sprawled against their pillow.

Oh shit. He thought, wiggling around a little, nope, my ass isn't sore. Who the hell is that?

He coughed and shook the bed a little in hopes of making the guy move and it worked. He moaned softly and stretched his arms out above his head.

Frank.

Gerard sat there in total shock as it all came rushing back; the dancing, the kissing, Frank's words... everything. It wasn't all just another one of his nightly fantasies where he woke up and had to rush to the bathroom. It was real. Well, as real as it could get when it wasn't supposed to mean anything.

He stared for a while; taking in Frank's beautiful features. He looked so innocent while he slept, which was quite a contrast to his actions the night before. Gerard found himself playing the whole scene over in his head again, every kiss, every touch, and every sound of pleasure. He thought about how Frank's body moved when he was riding him; their hips rolled together so perfectly. He felt himself getting turned on and looked down, noticing that he was still naked.

Oh fuck, he's gonna kill me! I should have said no, but me being the fucktard that I am had to go and think with my dick! Stupid, stupid, stupid...

Frank stirred and Gerard grabbed the blanket and quickly covered up his slight erection. He looked at Frank again just as his eyes fluttered open.

Gerard waited as Frank's eyes adjusted to the light, waiting for him to go ballistic, screaming at him to get away and never touch him or even look at him again. But instead Frank looked at the clock on the nightstand next to Gerard and groaned.

"Dammit Gee, it's six o' fucking clock! Close the curtains." He demanded in his raspy morning voice.

Gerard wrapped the sheet around his waist to hide himself before getting up and drawing the curtains. Frank felt his stomach flip, watching the muscles in Gerard's pale back flex as he moved. He stood by the window waiting for Frank to get out of bed but he didn't.

"What are you waiting for? Get over here and go back to sleep with me. I'm cold, keep me warm." He smiled, tiredly and let his eyes slip shut.

"Doesn't cuddling in the morning completely defeat the purpose of a one night stand?" He asked, staying by the window.

Frank cracked his eyes open and looked at Gerard strangely.

"I may have said that it was no strings attached but you are my friend now, I don't blow my friends off like that."

Gerard smirked, "Well thanks but you can blow me off anytime you like, if you catch my drift."

Frank laughed, "Shut up and get your ass back over here and keep me warm."

Gerard walked over, dropping his sheet and climbing back into bed, grinning when he seen the other boy checking out his body. He pulled the covers up to his chest and settled in. Frank went to scoot closer and let out a hiss.