A Kiss and I will Surrender || A Frerard Fanfic

Chapter 20

Thanks for the 100 reads ^^ <3
-Gabe

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"What do you think?", Gerard asked, showing his sketchbook to Bert. The older took it from him and looked at it for a while, studying the sketch Gerard had been working on.

"What's that supposed to be?", he asked and squinted his eyes a little.

"I call him Pogo", Gerard giggled and moved a strand of his hair behind his ear. "He's this talking ape who watches over the kids and is kind of like the assistant of Sir Hargreeves", he explained and bit his lip gently.

"That's sweet", Bert chuckled and gave the sketchbook back to him.

"I think he will be one of my favourite characters", the younger smiled down at his sketch and gently placed it down on his desk again.

"What is in that one over there actually?", Bert asked and pointed to a very worn out sketchbook laying on top of a few others. "You carry that one around the most", he said and went to pick it up, but Gerard quickly took it before he could.

"It's my sketchbook I use for studies. Nothing special, you know?", he laughed nervously. "Just sketches of me training how to draw hands and faces and shapes and stuff like that", he rambled.

"Can't I look at it?", Bert pouted and sat back down across from him on Gerards bed. The younger chewed on his lips a little and ran a hand through his hair.

"It's really nothing special. It's really boring honestly", he laughed again. "I often just take it with me and don't even draw anything in it", he shrugged.

"I want to see it though", Bert said, the pout still on his face. Gerard sighed and looked down at the sketchbook in his lap, opening it gently and looking at the first few pages.

Gerard hadn't been lying when he said that it mostly contained sketches of him training things, but he hadn't said whose hands he had been drawing the most, whose face he liked to bring down onto the paper the most, whose lips... It sounded so fucking creepy but he just loved to draw Frank. His face had a perfect shape for quick sketches and his hands were basically works of art. Yeah, that sounded very wrong but it was true. His fingers weren't too short or too long, not too slender and not too thick. They were muscular and strong, but at the same time graceful and almost delicate. Especially when he was playing guitar. And now that he had his knuckles tattooed? Damn, Gerard couldn't get his mind off of them.

"Okay", he sighed and flipped back to the very front of it and got up, only to sit back down next to Bert again. "I guess I can show you a few". He kept the book in his hands and held it a little closer to Bert, not letting him take it himself. Gerard knew that Bert reacted badly towards everything that had to do with Frank. So, showing Bert Franks face multiple times in this book probably wasn't the smartest thing to do.

He instead only showed him the sketches of hands and some buildings he had done, as well as of some flowers and of Mikey.

"You can really see that it's him", Bert smiled as he studied the sketch of Mikey playing his bass.

"Thank you", Gerard blushed softly and tugged a strand of hair behind his ear again. It was starting to annoy him and he knew that a cut would be good again. Maybe he could get an appointment soon.

Bert closed the book gently and placed it on Gerards desk, before putting his hand on Gerards shoulder and pushing him down against his bed. He moved so his knees were on either side of the youngers waist and leaned down, gently starting to kiss his neck. Gerard closed his eyes and started to relax, glad that Bert hadn't seen any of his sketches of Frank.