Red.
Title: 20 stories. 05/20
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Author: mcrnut
P.O.V: Third
Disclaimer: Don't own, didn't happen.
Summary: There's a stain on the wall from that time he dyed his hair red, and it seems so long ago.
A/N: So, I'll be writing 20 of these little ficlets about the life of
Gerard and Frank. Each fic is inspired by these words that I found on a prompt
table online. :)
1. Beginnings 2. Lovers 3. Sensitivity 4. Sunset 5. Red 6. Smell 7. Sound
8.Touch 9. Taste 10. Water 11. Winter 12. Smoke 13. Summer 14. Sexual 15. Rain
16. Death 17. Broken 18. Birthday 19. Dark 20. Silver
Red.
There's a stain on the wall from that time he dyed his hair red, and it seems so long ago.
He smiles, head ducked as the warm water hits his body, his hair sticking to his skin, Frank's nose soft against his neck.
It's damp, and the sound of water hitting the tiles is calming, familiar, and so is Frank's touch, mouth, breath. It feels like they're in another world. Locked in by something beautiful and real, and nothing else exists.
Nothing but them.
Frank's hands are on his shoulders, and his lips against his own, barely touching, just breathing against each other under the spray, and Gerard can see the drops running down Frank's face, getting caught in his eyelashes, sees him blink them away.
He smiles. There's nothing else to do, and he couldn't not even if he wanted to, because the tingling in his chest, in his whole body, is almost unbearable.
The tips of Frank's fingers are running down his slippery back with the stream of water, and he feels them sink into the skin by his spine as Frank drags him close. He slips a little, and they smile wider.
It makes him want to capture the moment in every way possible, and it makes him sad because he knows it will fade with time. Like everything else.
"Do you think.." He starts, closing his eyes, licking away a drop on his upper lip. "Do you think we'll forget this? How things are now?" And his voice hits the tiles, bunching back.
Frank's expression is unreadable for a couple of seconds, before he carefully cups Gerard's face, softly pushing his lips to the bridge of his nose. "Yes." He says, then tilts his head a little. "Maybe."
Gerard nods, leaning into Frank's right palm, closing a hand over it.
"Even more the reason to make it memorable." He adds, swiping his thumb across Gerard's cheekbone.
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Author: mcrnut
P.O.V: Third
Disclaimer: Don't own, didn't happen.
Summary: There's a stain on the wall from that time he dyed his hair red, and it seems so long ago.
A/N: So, I'll be writing 20 of these little ficlets about the life of
Gerard and Frank. Each fic is inspired by these words that I found on a prompt
table online. :)
1. Beginnings 2. Lovers 3. Sensitivity 4. Sunset 5. Red 6. Smell 7. Sound
8.Touch 9. Taste 10. Water 11. Winter 12. Smoke 13. Summer 14. Sexual 15. Rain
16. Death 17. Broken 18. Birthday 19. Dark 20. Silver
Red.
There's a stain on the wall from that time he dyed his hair red, and it seems so long ago.
He smiles, head ducked as the warm water hits his body, his hair sticking to his skin, Frank's nose soft against his neck.
It's damp, and the sound of water hitting the tiles is calming, familiar, and so is Frank's touch, mouth, breath. It feels like they're in another world. Locked in by something beautiful and real, and nothing else exists.
Nothing but them.
Frank's hands are on his shoulders, and his lips against his own, barely touching, just breathing against each other under the spray, and Gerard can see the drops running down Frank's face, getting caught in his eyelashes, sees him blink them away.
He smiles. There's nothing else to do, and he couldn't not even if he wanted to, because the tingling in his chest, in his whole body, is almost unbearable.
The tips of Frank's fingers are running down his slippery back with the stream of water, and he feels them sink into the skin by his spine as Frank drags him close. He slips a little, and they smile wider.
It makes him want to capture the moment in every way possible, and it makes him sad because he knows it will fade with time. Like everything else.
"Do you think.." He starts, closing his eyes, licking away a drop on his upper lip. "Do you think we'll forget this? How things are now?" And his voice hits the tiles, bunching back.
Frank's expression is unreadable for a couple of seconds, before he carefully cups Gerard's face, softly pushing his lips to the bridge of his nose. "Yes." He says, then tilts his head a little. "Maybe."
Gerard nods, leaning into Frank's right palm, closing a hand over it.
"Even more the reason to make it memorable." He adds, swiping his thumb across Gerard's cheekbone.