- Género: Romance
- Advertencias: ¿Inglés?
- Parejas: Frank & Gerard
- Capítulos: Único.
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“I can’t sleep.” Frank stated, rolling over the cold sheets.
Gerard let go a heavy sigh as he looked at the clock. Three in the morning.
“Try again.” He said, his eyes closing and his body screaming for some rest.
“I already tried.”
“Try harder.”
“I would explode.”
Fuck. Frank’s words seemed to hit so bad into Gerard’s skull, that he thought they were going to break it. He needed to sleep. They had been touring (if playing around little city bars could be called that way) since weeks, and that was their first night into a hotel. Real mattresses. Real sheets. Real pillows that he won’t enjoy, ‘cause he was paired with Frank-the-sleepless-bastard-Iero.
He loved his mate, he truly did. They had only known each other for less than a year, and they were as close as brothers. But, when you hadn’t a proper rest in days, you don’t care that much about friendship.
“Gerard? Are you asleep?”
The older didn’t reply. He was trying to keep his mind in silence, but it was almost impossible. If Frank wasn’t talking, was because he was singing, or turning around and kicking so bad that Gerard could hear his movements from the other bed.
“Don’t try to fool me, Way. I know you’re awake and willing to talk with me.”
The frontman sighed, but kept in silence.
“…Gee?”
…
“Are you asleep, buttface?” Frank continued, and Gerard cursed the moment when he chose him as his roommate.
“I was before you determined to ruin my life.” He said, annoyed, and he pushed the pillow over his head.
A few minutes of silence went by, Gerard’s ears more thankful than ever. He was slowly relaxing and starting to get asleep, when Frank’s voice interrupted him again. It had been too good to be true.
“Can I sleep with you?” Inquired the guitarist, and his words seemed to rumble into Way’s brain. It wasn’t what he said, it was the way he said it, like he was begging for it. Painfully, mournfully pleading for some companion.
And then, Gerard realized what a bad friend he was. He had been so focused on resting, that he didn’t even care about the reason that was keeping Frankie awake.
“Come here, son.” He said, patting his bed.
The younger stood up instantly, and his fast steps crossed quickly the cold, concrete floor. He almost jumped to Gerard’s bed, without really seeing where it was, and the singer moaned with pain when he felt Frank’s body falling over his.
“Sorry, didn’t see you there.” said Iero, getting under the sheets and covering himself up to his nose.
“You wouldn’t see a fucking whale behind a tree.” mocked Gerard.
“Shut the fuck up, Way. That doesn’t even make sense. I wouldn’t see a whale behind a tree because whales hate trees.”
Gerard giggled.
“What about a subsea tree?”
“It’s not about the water, is about the leaves.” Frank explained. “That little fuckers get between the whale’s teeth and it hurts a lot.”
The singer frowned, although he was still smilingand his headache was slowly fading away.
“You’re warm.” whispered Frank, as he curled next to Gerard’s body. “I like warm things.”
The older smiled again. Iero could be a hurricane of madness and disorder, screams and chaos; but, with Way, he could slow down and be the young boy he was. Just an innocent kid.
He could feel Frank’s soft lips grazing against his bare chest, the sweet scent of his hair filling the room and his breath getting heavier.
“More relaxed now, baby?” He asked, as he started caressing the younger’s nose bridge. A part of him wanted to ask why his friend was sleepless at first, but he didn’t feel like doing the entire ‘I-can’t-sleep’ thing over again. It was almost four in the morning.
“Pretty much.” Frank whispered, and his lips touched Gerard’s skin. He felt a sudden tickle crossing his spine. “Gee?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Do you like Ray?”
The singer frowned instantly.
“Of course, Frank.” he said. “Toro isn’t only a fucking master at guitar; he’s one of my best friends. How could I…?”
“I’m not talking about guitar skills.” The younger interrupted. “I’m talking about sex, Gee.”
His voice was so childish, so innocent, so distant from that kind of words, that it took Gerard twice to comprehend what he meant.
“I’m not gay, Frank.”
The younger giggled a little.
“Yeah, right, and I’m taller than Michael Jordan.”
“When did I show a sign of being a homosexual?” Gerard asked, still shocked about the question. Ray?
“Don’t make me start, please. It would take us all night…”
“I’m not the one who likes to kiss boys.”
Gerard stuck his tongue out, although Frank would never see him.
“It was just once!” The younger moaned. “You know I was drunk.”
“Yeah, right. With diet Coke.” Way laughed, and everything became silent. Seeing that Frank won’t reply, the singer started to relax and slowly ran his fingers through Iero’s hair. He felt a little movement under the sheets, and, out of the sudden, his friend’s chubby face was in front of his.
“Kid…? What are you…?”
His heart started beating faster and louder, as he felt Frank’s hands around his nude waist. He felt a sudden heat, and all his body began to tremble. There were they, the soft lips he sensed over his chest, colliding against his tense neck and kissing, biting and warmly licking his skin.
“F-Frank, d-don’t…”
The younger moved slowly to Gerard’s jaw, caressing his cheeks and stroking softly his tired eyelids. He could feel Way’s pulse rising up, his nervous breath and the tension over his body, slowly relaxing with every little kiss.
And then, suddenly, he stopped. Because he was Frank Iero, and he knew he could control Gerard at his pleasure.
Their noses touched each other softly, and their lips were so close that they almost grazed. The little hands remained on Way’s flushed face, touching it softly, tickling over his reddish skin; but nobody said a word.
…That, until Gerard did it. He stretched his plump lips and kissed Frank gently, warmly, an innocent caress between his mouths that lasted almost a minute. Both closed, but moving back and forth to touch between them all over again. Gerard lost the count around the sixteenth kiss.
When Frank leaned back, giggling a little, the older looked again for his warm lips.
“Your mouth is so soft.” He whispered, as he moved around the bed, not finding his smiling companion. “I wonder if all your body is that soft…”
Iero laughed, although Way hadn’t said that on a dirty way. He was actually wondering if the whole Frank was as tender, tepid and sweet as his lips; and asking himself for how long would he had missed that.
“Getting all gay, aren’t we, Gee?” Said the younger, amused, and slowly put his hands on both sides of Gerard’s neck.
Way shook his head, trying to get away of the sudden daze that surrounded him. Fuck, it was true. He liked Frank, no matter how much he would have tried to repress it, and the feeling exploded that night in a little embarrassing way. He wished to be drunk or high to, at least, have an excuse for the next day, but he was as lucid as someone could be around Iero’s stunning beauty.
“I knew you liked boys.” Frank stated. “I saw the way you looked at Toro during today’s practice…”
And there he was, sounding sad again. Gerard frowned. What was that supposed to mean?
“I’m not gay.” He whispered, as he got closer to Frank, and he kissed him shortly. “And I don’t like Raymond.”
“Great, Gee, because that’s exactly what people do, you know?” Said the younger, sounding annoyed. “Tell they’re not gay and kiss someone of the same sex afterwards.”
Gerard sighed.
“Don’t get mad… Frankie… Baby, look at me.”
Iero looked up, and his eyes met Gerard’s through the darkness.
“It’s only you.” Way stated, smiling a little. Frank knew that he liked him, that for sure. He was doing all that because he wanted to hear it out loud. Whimsical bastard. “You’re the person I love the most, and the only guy I have ever liked.”
Frank smiled and gave him a quick kiss, suddenly filled with happiness. He turned around, giving back to Gerard, and guided the older’s hands around his waist.
“Just wanted to be sure.” He giggled. “The idea of you and Ray didn’t let me sleep.”
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