Moment [standalone]
Title: Moment
Author: vampiresexx
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
POV: Frank
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I will wait for this moment, when our lips collide. Almost stop the earth. You’re in my arms tonight.
Disclaimer: I don’t even own my computer.
Warnings: Swearing, boylove, kissing. The regular, you all know.
Author Notes: Sequel to Best Friends? Thanks a lot to my dearest lykwhoah for inspiration and help when I got stuck <3 And comments are love.
Moment
“Frank? What the fuck is up with you?” He seems worried. Really worried. Not the kind of worried he would be if someone got a bruise or something. The kind of worried he would be just if something was really wrong. Maybe it is. Maybe something is really wrong.
“Why won’t you fucking talk to me? I’m sick of the mood you’re putting up with lately. You’re always so long away. I’m not sure you’re even listening to me.” He’s pausing a bit. I can feel him studying my face after any reaction. All I can do is look back at him. Telling him I’m listening. He’s still studying me. That look. He knows something is up, but he can’t manage to figure out what. Fuck him.
I really should tell him. He deserves to know. He’s always so kind to me. He always holds me when I cry. He’s always there if I want to talk. Talk about what’s bothering me. I always tell him. But how the fuck do I tell him that I fucking love him? That I’ve loved him since the day we met. The best day of my life.
Great, now I’m crying. Tears slowly makes their way down my cheeks. I want him to kiss them away, tell me everything’s going to be fine. Kiss them away, fucker. Kiss them, for fucks sake. I look into his eyes, begging him to kiss them away. But he doesn’t move. I hate when he does that. Don’t do anything.
I want him to kiss me. I want to feel those perfect lips of his on my lips. I want him. So badly. Kiss me, fucker. Kiss me, for fucks sake. Again, I look into his eyes. Wow, those eyes. Did I tell you how much I love them? Probably. I don’t know who to live without them. I need them to tell me I’m still alive. It’s the only thing that tells me I’m alive. I don’t think I would see that pair of eyes in hell. ‘Cause I’m not going to heaven, if you think so. I’ve done too much bad stuff to even get a small, small chance to get to heaven.
Or maybe this is hell? I can’t speak, tell him how much I love him and adore him. How much I’m sorry. Sorry for making him worry about me. Sorry for not telling him how I feel. I really believe this is hell. Hell on earth. I think I’m dead. Fucking dead.
A wet kiss on my cheek and a warm embrace wakes me up from my thoughts. I cry into his shoulder. He let me sob into him, trying to calm down. It doesn’t happen. I just cry and cry. Whisper quiet “I love you”’s between sobs. Hope he doesn’t hear. He just holds me.
“Frankie?” he whispers in my ear. God, how I love when he calls me that.
“Yeah?” I sob back, trying really hard to calm down.
“Why won’t you tell me what’s bothering you?” Oh no. Why? Why won’t I? I honestly don’t know. Why won’t I just tell him?
“I- I don’t really know, Gerard.” I take a deep, shaking breath. Be a man, Frank. Be the man you’ve always wanted to be. Be the person who got the courage to speak up. To tell the man you love, that you love him. Do it.
“I- I- I- “How hard can it possibly be? Just tell him. Three simple words. Look him in the eyes and say it. Say it, you fucker. Say it.
“I lov-“ This time it’s not my fault I get cut off. He’s kissing me. He’s kissing me. He’s fucking kissing me. And I’m kissing back. As I let my tongue caress his bottom lip, I can taste the salt of my own tears. His hands caress my neck, calmly. Making me relax. His tongue meets mine on the halfway, plays with it.
Although I feel extremely good at the moment, the tears is still making their way. It’s hard to breath properly. I need to breath. But I won’t break the best kiss in my life. I need to fucking breath. He pulls back. Obviously he doesn’t have the best breath either.
We rest our foreheads together. Looking each other in the eyes.
I breath heavily in trough my nose. Oh, how smart. Really. Now I got Gerard’s hair in my nose. We start giggling like idiots, just at the same time.
“What it something you wanted to tell me?” he asks after about ten minutes of hysterical laughing, rolling around on the floor and just being happy. I’m so fucking happy.
“I totally love-“ Take a pause. Give him a teasing smirk. Hold his gaze. Smirking. It’s amazing how brave you get when you’re happy.
“- pigs.” I finish. Oh, what a priceless face. I can’t stop giggling at him. Soon he gets the joke.
One pillow hits me in the head. Not too hard, but not too soft either. Blocking my sight. Then I feel the weight of him, tossing himself at me. I feel so alive. He’s pretending to punch me in the head with the pillow. I feel so alive. Then he stops, leaning in for another kiss.
I will wait for this moment, when our lips collide. Almost stop the earth. You’re in my arms tonight.
Author: vampiresexx
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
POV: Frank
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I will wait for this moment, when our lips collide. Almost stop the earth. You’re in my arms tonight.
Disclaimer: I don’t even own my computer.
Warnings: Swearing, boylove, kissing. The regular, you all know.
Author Notes: Sequel to Best Friends? Thanks a lot to my dearest lykwhoah for inspiration and help when I got stuck <3 And comments are love.
Moment
“Frank? What the fuck is up with you?” He seems worried. Really worried. Not the kind of worried he would be if someone got a bruise or something. The kind of worried he would be just if something was really wrong. Maybe it is. Maybe something is really wrong.
“Why won’t you fucking talk to me? I’m sick of the mood you’re putting up with lately. You’re always so long away. I’m not sure you’re even listening to me.” He’s pausing a bit. I can feel him studying my face after any reaction. All I can do is look back at him. Telling him I’m listening. He’s still studying me. That look. He knows something is up, but he can’t manage to figure out what. Fuck him.
I really should tell him. He deserves to know. He’s always so kind to me. He always holds me when I cry. He’s always there if I want to talk. Talk about what’s bothering me. I always tell him. But how the fuck do I tell him that I fucking love him? That I’ve loved him since the day we met. The best day of my life.
Great, now I’m crying. Tears slowly makes their way down my cheeks. I want him to kiss them away, tell me everything’s going to be fine. Kiss them away, fucker. Kiss them, for fucks sake. I look into his eyes, begging him to kiss them away. But he doesn’t move. I hate when he does that. Don’t do anything.
I want him to kiss me. I want to feel those perfect lips of his on my lips. I want him. So badly. Kiss me, fucker. Kiss me, for fucks sake. Again, I look into his eyes. Wow, those eyes. Did I tell you how much I love them? Probably. I don’t know who to live without them. I need them to tell me I’m still alive. It’s the only thing that tells me I’m alive. I don’t think I would see that pair of eyes in hell. ‘Cause I’m not going to heaven, if you think so. I’ve done too much bad stuff to even get a small, small chance to get to heaven.
Or maybe this is hell? I can’t speak, tell him how much I love him and adore him. How much I’m sorry. Sorry for making him worry about me. Sorry for not telling him how I feel. I really believe this is hell. Hell on earth. I think I’m dead. Fucking dead.
A wet kiss on my cheek and a warm embrace wakes me up from my thoughts. I cry into his shoulder. He let me sob into him, trying to calm down. It doesn’t happen. I just cry and cry. Whisper quiet “I love you”’s between sobs. Hope he doesn’t hear. He just holds me.
“Frankie?” he whispers in my ear. God, how I love when he calls me that.
“Yeah?” I sob back, trying really hard to calm down.
“Why won’t you tell me what’s bothering you?” Oh no. Why? Why won’t I? I honestly don’t know. Why won’t I just tell him?
“I- I don’t really know, Gerard.” I take a deep, shaking breath. Be a man, Frank. Be the man you’ve always wanted to be. Be the person who got the courage to speak up. To tell the man you love, that you love him. Do it.
“I- I- I- “How hard can it possibly be? Just tell him. Three simple words. Look him in the eyes and say it. Say it, you fucker. Say it.
“I lov-“ This time it’s not my fault I get cut off. He’s kissing me. He’s kissing me. He’s fucking kissing me. And I’m kissing back. As I let my tongue caress his bottom lip, I can taste the salt of my own tears. His hands caress my neck, calmly. Making me relax. His tongue meets mine on the halfway, plays with it.
Although I feel extremely good at the moment, the tears is still making their way. It’s hard to breath properly. I need to breath. But I won’t break the best kiss in my life. I need to fucking breath. He pulls back. Obviously he doesn’t have the best breath either.
We rest our foreheads together. Looking each other in the eyes.
I breath heavily in trough my nose. Oh, how smart. Really. Now I got Gerard’s hair in my nose. We start giggling like idiots, just at the same time.
“What it something you wanted to tell me?” he asks after about ten minutes of hysterical laughing, rolling around on the floor and just being happy. I’m so fucking happy.
“I totally love-“ Take a pause. Give him a teasing smirk. Hold his gaze. Smirking. It’s amazing how brave you get when you’re happy.
“- pigs.” I finish. Oh, what a priceless face. I can’t stop giggling at him. Soon he gets the joke.
One pillow hits me in the head. Not too hard, but not too soft either. Blocking my sight. Then I feel the weight of him, tossing himself at me. I feel so alive. He’s pretending to punch me in the head with the pillow. I feel so alive. Then he stops, leaning in for another kiss.
I will wait for this moment, when our lips collide. Almost stop the earth. You’re in my arms tonight.