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You Are Gonna Feel It Later Chapter 2
2 ReviewsSo I decided to post another one. :D I hope you enjoy this one too!
The next morning, Gerard awakes slightly unsure of where he is. Trying to focus his eyes, he looks around the room. The TV is flickering some low budget horror movie. Suddenly, it all rushes back to him. The kiss, Frank, their conversation, the second kiss. His body jerks at the memory, causing Frank to stir a little. Shit, Frank, Gerard thinks. He doesn’t remember falling asleep the night before. And in Frank’s bed. He turns to look at Frank and assess the situation, trying to see if he can make a quiet escape. Good, he thinks. Only Frank’s hand is touching him, resting softly on his shoulder. He starts to slide off the bed slowly.
“Get me some coffee,” Frank mumbles, stirring from sleep.
“Huh... what? Oh... you want it black?” Gerard stammers back, trying to sound calm.
“Yeah, whatever’s fine. What time is it?” Frank says through a stretch, blinking his eyes in sunlight.
“Almost eleven. I’ll be back.” Gerard walks towards the door as he responds, every fiber of his being wanting to escape. He grabs the door handle, realizing as he does his hand is trembling. He pulls the door open, darting quickly into the hallway, and pulling the door closed behind him even quicker.
Gerard just stands there for a minute. Oh my God, Oh my God, he thinks over and over. What have I done He begins walking towards the lobby, only half aware of his surroundings. He knows the coffee shop is just past it, but his mind is preoccupied with other thoughts. He had been drinking the night before, so he wonders how much of his memory he can really trust. And a drink, yeah, a drink would be nice. He suddenly remembers Frank wanted some coffee.
At the coffee shop, Gerard curtly orders two coffees. He is still lost in thought while waiting for the coffees when he hears a voice from behind him.
“Gerard. Gerard!” the voice interrupts his thoughts. He shakes his head a little, looking around for the voice and finding it. “Gerard, what the fuck, man?” Mikey questions, barely audible through his clenched teeth. “What the hell, kissin’ Frank like that? And where did you disappear to last night? Answer me!”
“It’s hard to answer you when you ask question after question without pausing between them,” The older brother sneers back. “And what are you, my keeper?”
“No, but somebody’s gotta clean up your messes, and it never seems to be you. And now you went and pulled Frankie into the fire with you! You got no right...”
“Sir, your coffees,” the barista interrupted.
Gerard turns and scoops up the cups. As he turns back to leave, Mikey looks at the two coffees and steps in Gerard’s path. His eyes are dark, nearly filled with rage.
“Don’t you dare go find him. Don’t you dare make this worse, Gerard!” he mutters, once again through clinched teeth.
“He asked me to bring him some coffee,” Gerard says, forgetting Frank had lied to Mikey last night.
Mikey’s face shifts from anger to panic. “No... you didn’t... Gerard, please tell me...”
“I don’t think that’s your business, any of it... but if it helps you any, no I didn’t,” Gerard snaps back in an amused tone. He’s not quite sure what Mikey thought he had done, but right now he only cared about getting a drink. He steps around Mikey and walks out of the coffee shop.
On his way back to Frank’s room, he makes a stop at his. Making sure the door was closed behind him, he rifles through the mini-bar full of empty bottles looking for something he can pour in his coffee. He finally locates a bottle of Jack, pouring it into the cup and nearly overflowing it. His only concern is getting some alcohol in his system, not how well it will taste. Gerard snaps the lid back on the cup and lifts it to his lips. He turns the cup up, practically gulping down the first half of coffee. The familiar burn of the alcohol going down his throat immediately begins to calm him down, even though he is again thinking about the events of the last 24 hours. He walks back out of his room, heading to take Frank his requested coffee.
Once at Frank’s door, he tries to knock still holding the coffees. The door cracks open just slightly. Hesitant, Gerard steps into the room, half pushing at the door behind him. The bathroom door is half open. Gerard can see Frank is standing in front of the mirror, which is now misty, wearing only his low cut jeans. He wants to look away, knowing he should say something to let Frank know he is back, but he unable to. He notices a drop of water from Frank’s recent shower slide down the side of Frank’s bare arm. He’d never before noticed the slightly defined muscles Frank has beneath the tattoos. Gerard’s eyes wonder over to Frank’s back and notices it too has the same muscle definition. He just stood there, rapt in the movement of Frank’s muscles.
“You been in here long?” Frank’s voice cuts into Gerard’s thoughts. He realizes Frank had left the bathroom and is now standing in the room with him. Frank had to have seen him looking.
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Authors Note: So here's my second chapter.. I am pretty pleased with it. Believe it or not. I've re-writing it around 3 times just to make it perfect for you guys :)
“Get me some coffee,” Frank mumbles, stirring from sleep.
“Huh... what? Oh... you want it black?” Gerard stammers back, trying to sound calm.
“Yeah, whatever’s fine. What time is it?” Frank says through a stretch, blinking his eyes in sunlight.
“Almost eleven. I’ll be back.” Gerard walks towards the door as he responds, every fiber of his being wanting to escape. He grabs the door handle, realizing as he does his hand is trembling. He pulls the door open, darting quickly into the hallway, and pulling the door closed behind him even quicker.
Gerard just stands there for a minute. Oh my God, Oh my God, he thinks over and over. What have I done He begins walking towards the lobby, only half aware of his surroundings. He knows the coffee shop is just past it, but his mind is preoccupied with other thoughts. He had been drinking the night before, so he wonders how much of his memory he can really trust. And a drink, yeah, a drink would be nice. He suddenly remembers Frank wanted some coffee.
At the coffee shop, Gerard curtly orders two coffees. He is still lost in thought while waiting for the coffees when he hears a voice from behind him.
“Gerard. Gerard!” the voice interrupts his thoughts. He shakes his head a little, looking around for the voice and finding it. “Gerard, what the fuck, man?” Mikey questions, barely audible through his clenched teeth. “What the hell, kissin’ Frank like that? And where did you disappear to last night? Answer me!”
“It’s hard to answer you when you ask question after question without pausing between them,” The older brother sneers back. “And what are you, my keeper?”
“No, but somebody’s gotta clean up your messes, and it never seems to be you. And now you went and pulled Frankie into the fire with you! You got no right...”
“Sir, your coffees,” the barista interrupted.
Gerard turns and scoops up the cups. As he turns back to leave, Mikey looks at the two coffees and steps in Gerard’s path. His eyes are dark, nearly filled with rage.
“Don’t you dare go find him. Don’t you dare make this worse, Gerard!” he mutters, once again through clinched teeth.
“He asked me to bring him some coffee,” Gerard says, forgetting Frank had lied to Mikey last night.
Mikey’s face shifts from anger to panic. “No... you didn’t... Gerard, please tell me...”
“I don’t think that’s your business, any of it... but if it helps you any, no I didn’t,” Gerard snaps back in an amused tone. He’s not quite sure what Mikey thought he had done, but right now he only cared about getting a drink. He steps around Mikey and walks out of the coffee shop.
On his way back to Frank’s room, he makes a stop at his. Making sure the door was closed behind him, he rifles through the mini-bar full of empty bottles looking for something he can pour in his coffee. He finally locates a bottle of Jack, pouring it into the cup and nearly overflowing it. His only concern is getting some alcohol in his system, not how well it will taste. Gerard snaps the lid back on the cup and lifts it to his lips. He turns the cup up, practically gulping down the first half of coffee. The familiar burn of the alcohol going down his throat immediately begins to calm him down, even though he is again thinking about the events of the last 24 hours. He walks back out of his room, heading to take Frank his requested coffee.
Once at Frank’s door, he tries to knock still holding the coffees. The door cracks open just slightly. Hesitant, Gerard steps into the room, half pushing at the door behind him. The bathroom door is half open. Gerard can see Frank is standing in front of the mirror, which is now misty, wearing only his low cut jeans. He wants to look away, knowing he should say something to let Frank know he is back, but he unable to. He notices a drop of water from Frank’s recent shower slide down the side of Frank’s bare arm. He’d never before noticed the slightly defined muscles Frank has beneath the tattoos. Gerard’s eyes wonder over to Frank’s back and notices it too has the same muscle definition. He just stood there, rapt in the movement of Frank’s muscles.
“You been in here long?” Frank’s voice cuts into Gerard’s thoughts. He realizes Frank had left the bathroom and is now standing in the room with him. Frank had to have seen him looking.
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Authors Note: So here's my second chapter.. I am pretty pleased with it. Believe it or not. I've re-writing it around 3 times just to make it perfect for you guys :)
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