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Actions Speak Louder Than Words.
5 ReviewsGerard discovers actions speak louder than words. Especially where Frank is concerned. One Shot.
Here's another of my short Frerard one shots. There's not much to it really. It's cute, and I hope you all enjoy it... Lemme know if you want me to extend any of the other one shots. I probably wont add to this one. Not much I can do to it. Enjoy;3
For the first time in weeks we're actually together, like in each others company. You'd been living in New Jersey working in a tattoo shop, I'd been working on some comics in New York. We'd hardly seen each other, so we'd arranged to hang out for the weekend. We're watching tv and laughing at whatever random shit this is that Mikey has put on. Soon I've awkwardly wrapped my arm around you, you've tensed a bit because you're clueless to your sexuality. I think it's about time I help you out with that. You've relaxed now, and snuggled into me.
I'm smiling, and I take a hold of your hand. I entwine our fingers and rub small circles on your hand in my attempt at calming you down and helping you to relax. You've frowned for a few moments, but have decided you don't mind and start to smile a bit. I smile, you're just the definition of cute.
We've been friends for years now, and I've been in live with you for as long as I can remember. Your my guitar player, my tattooed short ass guitar player. You just don't know it yet.
I've gotten nervous now. I've got no idea what your reaction my next action is gonna be, and this is scaring me. You've felt me shaking a bit, you look up and ask me if I'm okay.
I'm smiling down at you and say that I am. I've just told you that I wanna talk to you. You're still cuddled into me, so you've twisted round so you can look at me. I've now decided not to use words, I've leant down and crashed my lips onto yours. I'm being soft and gentle, but I'm not getting a response. I can feel you've tensed up. But then I feel you smile and relax, you've started to kiss me back. I'm melting into the kiss now, my fears have disappeared. I'm happier that I've ever imagined I could possibly be.
You've pulled away now, and I'm sitting here shitting myself. I'm kinda hurt that you've pulled away, I was enjoing that. I look at you and I can tell you're battling between freaking out and kissing me again. You've decided on neither, you simply smile.
I've decided to use my words now.
I ask you a question. I ask you to be my boyfriend, I explain that I know it'd be difficult because of the distance and our jobs, and the homophobia that'll be thrown our way. I've started to ramble, and you shut me up by pressing your lips back onto mine again. I pull away and smile. I ask if you've decided. You roll your eyes and nod, kissing me again.
I guess things can go perfectly sometimes. Thank you Frank.
For the first time in weeks we're actually together, like in each others company. You'd been living in New Jersey working in a tattoo shop, I'd been working on some comics in New York. We'd hardly seen each other, so we'd arranged to hang out for the weekend. We're watching tv and laughing at whatever random shit this is that Mikey has put on. Soon I've awkwardly wrapped my arm around you, you've tensed a bit because you're clueless to your sexuality. I think it's about time I help you out with that. You've relaxed now, and snuggled into me.
I'm smiling, and I take a hold of your hand. I entwine our fingers and rub small circles on your hand in my attempt at calming you down and helping you to relax. You've frowned for a few moments, but have decided you don't mind and start to smile a bit. I smile, you're just the definition of cute.
We've been friends for years now, and I've been in live with you for as long as I can remember. Your my guitar player, my tattooed short ass guitar player. You just don't know it yet.
I've gotten nervous now. I've got no idea what your reaction my next action is gonna be, and this is scaring me. You've felt me shaking a bit, you look up and ask me if I'm okay.
I'm smiling down at you and say that I am. I've just told you that I wanna talk to you. You're still cuddled into me, so you've twisted round so you can look at me. I've now decided not to use words, I've leant down and crashed my lips onto yours. I'm being soft and gentle, but I'm not getting a response. I can feel you've tensed up. But then I feel you smile and relax, you've started to kiss me back. I'm melting into the kiss now, my fears have disappeared. I'm happier that I've ever imagined I could possibly be.
You've pulled away now, and I'm sitting here shitting myself. I'm kinda hurt that you've pulled away, I was enjoing that. I look at you and I can tell you're battling between freaking out and kissing me again. You've decided on neither, you simply smile.
I've decided to use my words now.
I ask you a question. I ask you to be my boyfriend, I explain that I know it'd be difficult because of the distance and our jobs, and the homophobia that'll be thrown our way. I've started to ramble, and you shut me up by pressing your lips back onto mine again. I pull away and smile. I ask if you've decided. You roll your eyes and nod, kissing me again.
I guess things can go perfectly sometimes. Thank you Frank.
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