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Midnight stroll
part 4
Katherine Weasley missritaskeeter
pg: kissing this chapter and mush.
Frank Iero Ian Watkins
This is not real. I made it up. It's called fanfiction.
This to to my stunningly pretty beta Cara what_fools_we_r because she agrees with me, that there
is not enough Ian slash.
Lets take a midnight strole. We can
walk hand in hand
He wasn't just the life of the party, he was the
light
like a moth to the flame, the
young boy was powerless to the burning light, wanting to both run to and from it.">
Frank grunted. He hated waking up, finding out that the places he had visited had just been a dream. His head hurt and his mouth was dry. His head hurt something bad and the light from in window wasn't helping. He curses himself for drinking so much. He want to slap his head but then realized his hand was attached to
anothers. Opening his eyes slightly he saw who he was holding, it was Ian. He didn't know exactly what to do.
He looked down at his own body, sighing a sigh of relief when he saw that he was fully clothed.
He looked over at Ian and smiled. Watching the other man slightly drool on his pillow made him relies that He was another person too. Not some big shot rock star, but a real person. He laid back down on his pillow, a little closer to Ian then he would have if he had been awake. He placed his hand on top of the others. He didn't know
why he was, all he knew was that he liked the feeling of being so close to him, he liked knowing that someone wouldn't pull away if he got too close.
He looked so peaceful when he slept. He made little grunting noises as he slept,
"It's not nice to stare' he said, not bothering to open his eyes.
Frank's mouth fell open 'your awake?"
Ian nodded as his mouth crept into a smile "yeah I am, I just don't like to wake up'
Ian smiled 'how's your head?"
"Alot better then yours I bet' he said quietly opening his eyes for the first time, blinking a bit as the sunlight attacked him.
Frank looked down and removed his hand from the others awkwardly 'thanks for staying with me last night'
Ian looked at him 'It's no problem, I just wanted to make sure you were ok'
Frank's checks turned slightly pink as he looked away.
"Frank" Ian said softly, Frank didn't look at him, he only turned a deeper shade of red.
'Frank," Ian said again, only louder. This time Frank looked at him threw his hair that covered his eyes.
"We have a show tonight, and I'd like for you to come..." He pushed some of the hair from out of Franks eyes
'It would mean alot to me"
Frank smiled, not used to being so close to a man before. "You really want me to come and watch a second rate English band play?'
Ian rolled his eyes 'I think we've been threw this before' he nudged the other and wrapped his arms around him hugging him tightly.
'Yes, I want you to come see my first rate Welsh band play, you can have a backstage pass and everything" His voice was steady, but inside Ian really wanted the other to come.
He didn't know why He liked Frank so much, it was as if he couldn't help it.
Frank smiled as the other hugged him, leaning into the contact 'okay then' he said softly "I'll come"
Ian smiled and closed his eyes "do you want to hang out today?"
Frank broke away form the hug and attached his lips onto the others, softly, delicately, testing how far he could.
Ian wasn't expecting the kiss and opened his mouth to say something, only to start kissing back. They was nothing lustful and sinful about it. It was two men showing affection for one another. After what seemed like minutes they broke apart.
Frank looked at Ian worried at his reaction,
"Frank... we can't" Ian said softly
Tears filled Franks eyes 'you hate me don't you!" he spat at Ian. With that he got up and ran to his bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He lent against the door and slid down it, tears falling down his checks.
Ian followed him and banged on the door
"you have to hear me out Frank, I don't hate you I could never hate you, please just open the door!"
Frank brought his knees to his chest "just leave me alone Ian..I can't..I just can't handle it'
Ian sighed 'please open the door, it's not that I don't like you., it's just that..well, I'm to old for you..."
part 4
Katherine Weasley missritaskeeter
pg: kissing this chapter and mush.
Frank Iero Ian Watkins
This is not real. I made it up. It's called fanfiction.
This to to my stunningly pretty beta Cara what_fools_we_r because she agrees with me, that there
is not enough Ian slash.
Lets take a midnight strole. We can
walk hand in hand
He wasn't just the life of the party, he was the
light
like a moth to the flame, the
young boy was powerless to the burning light, wanting to both run to and from it.">
Frank grunted. He hated waking up, finding out that the places he had visited had just been a dream. His head hurt and his mouth was dry. His head hurt something bad and the light from in window wasn't helping. He curses himself for drinking so much. He want to slap his head but then realized his hand was attached to
anothers. Opening his eyes slightly he saw who he was holding, it was Ian. He didn't know exactly what to do.
He looked down at his own body, sighing a sigh of relief when he saw that he was fully clothed.
He looked over at Ian and smiled. Watching the other man slightly drool on his pillow made him relies that He was another person too. Not some big shot rock star, but a real person. He laid back down on his pillow, a little closer to Ian then he would have if he had been awake. He placed his hand on top of the others. He didn't know
why he was, all he knew was that he liked the feeling of being so close to him, he liked knowing that someone wouldn't pull away if he got too close.
He looked so peaceful when he slept. He made little grunting noises as he slept,
"It's not nice to stare' he said, not bothering to open his eyes.
Frank's mouth fell open 'your awake?"
Ian nodded as his mouth crept into a smile "yeah I am, I just don't like to wake up'
Ian smiled 'how's your head?"
"Alot better then yours I bet' he said quietly opening his eyes for the first time, blinking a bit as the sunlight attacked him.
Frank looked down and removed his hand from the others awkwardly 'thanks for staying with me last night'
Ian looked at him 'It's no problem, I just wanted to make sure you were ok'
Frank's checks turned slightly pink as he looked away.
"Frank" Ian said softly, Frank didn't look at him, he only turned a deeper shade of red.
'Frank," Ian said again, only louder. This time Frank looked at him threw his hair that covered his eyes.
"We have a show tonight, and I'd like for you to come..." He pushed some of the hair from out of Franks eyes
'It would mean alot to me"
Frank smiled, not used to being so close to a man before. "You really want me to come and watch a second rate English band play?'
Ian rolled his eyes 'I think we've been threw this before' he nudged the other and wrapped his arms around him hugging him tightly.
'Yes, I want you to come see my first rate Welsh band play, you can have a backstage pass and everything" His voice was steady, but inside Ian really wanted the other to come.
He didn't know why He liked Frank so much, it was as if he couldn't help it.
Frank smiled as the other hugged him, leaning into the contact 'okay then' he said softly "I'll come"
Ian smiled and closed his eyes "do you want to hang out today?"
Frank broke away form the hug and attached his lips onto the others, softly, delicately, testing how far he could.
Ian wasn't expecting the kiss and opened his mouth to say something, only to start kissing back. They was nothing lustful and sinful about it. It was two men showing affection for one another. After what seemed like minutes they broke apart.
Frank looked at Ian worried at his reaction,
"Frank... we can't" Ian said softly
Tears filled Franks eyes 'you hate me don't you!" he spat at Ian. With that he got up and ran to his bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He lent against the door and slid down it, tears falling down his checks.
Ian followed him and banged on the door
"you have to hear me out Frank, I don't hate you I could never hate you, please just open the door!"
Frank brought his knees to his chest "just leave me alone Ian..I can't..I just can't handle it'
Ian sighed 'please open the door, it's not that I don't like you., it's just that..well, I'm to old for you..."