Frerard Stories

Motel Stay pt 2

"You're still not sleeping? I'm letting you stay in my bed and you're not sleeping?" I turned around at the sound of his voice. His eyes were barely open but I knew that he was serious about the question.

"I... I'm just thinking." I shook my head. He was so gorgeous when he slept. I had to look at him. His mouth was a little open and he was breathing very heavily. He had eyelashes that any girl could kill for. Long and black. And his nose was pointing up and it was maybe the thing that made him look so young. His nose.

"Stop thinking." His hand moved up and he placed it on my waist. "Or I'll have to find a way to get those thoughts out of your head."

"And how are you planning on doing that?" I didn't know when the conversation turned from innocent to almost flirty but I didn't mind. As I said, he was pretty and handsome and we were already in the same bed, so: why not?

I think he moved closer. Or I moved closer. I don't know. It was like we were being pulled towards each other.

"I'll find a way." His mouth were almost on mine. I felt his breath on my lips as he spoke.

I couldn't help. I had to feel his lips. If only for a second, I had to. I slowly shifted forward, and our lips touched.

It wasn't even a kiss. It was just our lips touching and then we both instantly pulled away an inch. I think that neither of us had expected the other to let this happen. I didn't think that he wanted this.

But I weren't so sure anymore.

It gave me the courage to try again.

I pushed myself up and placed my legs on each side of his abdomen. My eyes roamed his face. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down. He didn't stop until his breath crashed into mine. Neither of us moved. I was frozen. We was so pretty.

It's funny how I, last night, didn't think of him in this wa at all. I only thought about him as a friend, a good friend. I was only helping him escape. We had memories, we had helped each other in our darkest times. But that was just something friends did. Our relationship was platonic. Nothing more.

He pushed himself closer and our lips met. He pushed his tongue on my lips instantly and I opened. I let him in. I was never doubting us or myself with him.

It was everything. Everything we felt and everything we did. Every step we had walked, every breath we had taken. Suddenly, everything I had done was for him. Everytime I had punched someone, every night I had spent on the bathroom floor, everytime I had thought about killing myself but never done it. Everything was for him in this moment.

His hand was on my hip, moving up towards the gem of my T-shirt. He carefully lifted the hem up a bit and started to rub small circles on my stomach in the same beat as the kiss. A slow, steady beat. Something very beautiful and not to be ruined by anything.

He didn't break the kiss. Not until I was running out of oxygen and had to grasp for air.

His left hand touched my cheek and his thumb left fingerprints on my lips. He was so gentle about everything. My breath ghosted his fingers and face.

"You-" He was cut off, his voice was hoarse from the kiss and he had to clear his throat. "You're beautiful." He whispered and I realized how much I love his voice. There was something about it. Something I couldn't identify. Or maybe it was just the way he spoke. Always kind when he addressed me. He wasn't always so nice. He could be rude to the people he knew and joke about some serious stuff like death. But no one got offended by his comments. Especially not me, since he never said anything bad to me. And from what Mikey once told me, he never speaks bad about me at all. If he ever say something about me, it's positive.

Or maybe I just liked the words and the fact that it was him saying them. Him telling me that I was beautiful.

I couldn't help but to blush. The redness spreading on my cheeks. His taste was still in on my tongue and a smile played on my lips.

I learned on my elbows so that I could slide my fingers through his hair. The black (I can't remember if he has black hair in this one but let's just pretend he has) curls were soft between my fingers.

He kissed me again. Softer this time. It was not the surprise that it had been the last time but it still sent shivers down my spine and I lost track of time.

I think that somewhere between two and three hours later, we let go of each other for the night and fell asleep.

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Weird and bad stuff is going rn so I don't have the same inspiration

But I'll try to keep this book going because I love y'all

I'm starting an art book too with both oc's and fan art, so if you wanna check out some depressing art, I recommend it

Xoxo