KISS ME YOU ANIMAL-Frerard one shots

A Lousy Valentine (pt.1)

A/N this is a partially fluffy story (masturbation, and i do apologize for the weird dazed dirty talk), set in the 1977. Gerard is afraid of falling in love and haunted by his past one night stands. Frank is an innocent, lost student. They are both adults, yet so inexperienced. If you are as well, please, go listen to Jimi Hendrix.

Gerard's pov

As much as i hate to admit it, i love it. The magic, the preparations, excitement and love. But do i actually want to be in love? Seems like i wouldn't be any good. Just a waste of somebody's time. 

I don't even know how to be a boyfriend. I miss childhood, everything was simplistic in a way that made you easy going. You just held hands and people seemed in awe. 

Nowdays everyone expects more. And not just kissing and wild gestures, also sex. I despise sex. I definitely don't want to get intimately involved with someone. Woman's body never appealed to me. I'm not saying they aren't beautiful. I just prefer to only look, once, and never touch or god knows what.

Yet it was just another normal day for me. I sat in the coffee shop. In the background where i could see everything. Sipping form the same milky white mug filled with the strongest coffee. Same old. 

Something was in the air though. Valentine's day. And that explains my thoughts from earlier. I don't want a partner or a chocolate. Just a cup of black coffee and inspiration.

I was, as usually, hovering over my newest sketch. I was working on a comic Breakfast Monkey for a company. I liked my job despite people telling me i need to make a slightly more ambitious carrier. 

"No date?"

I looked up still semi hidden by my dark locks. 

It was that barista/Frank guy. He usually took my orders, i think he's in college here. And it would probably be a good time to say something...

"Well yes, i mean no, wait, er-, work..."

He smiled sweetly. I quite adored it, i dared to say. 

"Sorry, what?" He cocked an eyebrow and i wondered what was going through his mind.

"I'm working, sketch, for work." I pointed to the paper to emphasise it.

His lips stretched even wider. "Yeah i got that, you said something about my smile? Or rather mumbled." He giggled.

I shook my head. I always seemed to open my window when he came. All of my thoughts, mind, rational thinking, even myself, flew out.

"Here's your recite."

He was actually very attractive. I always admired solid bone structure, defined features like his. Thin lips decorated with a ring, small nose and messy hair. His eyes were something different, i couldn't capture them. Perhaps if i'd try with a pencil...

When i put the bill back in my pocket i noticed something scribbled on it.

It was Frank's phone number and a heart beside it...

See, the thing i can't quite grasp is when i say or wish for something and the precious universe does the exact opposite...

I practically ran out, not once turning, and headed towards the apartment. 

I thought about it, for a second. I can't go back. It's really sad and really stupid. Should i call him and say i'm not interested? Or do i just ignore it alltogether?

I wanted to get away from everyting...i hated it.

Flashback

Throbbing head and sweaty palms, drool coming out of my mouth. "Fuck, I'm hammered!"