FicWad

~Frank's POV~
It was the next day and I woke up with a massive hangover. The last thing I remember was getting back to the hotel room and drinking/crying myself to sleep. I was distraught over Gerard, I love him so much, but I'm just sick of him hurting me over and over. I wish we could go back to sharing moonlight kisses and cold feet... When we'd kiss in public and flip off those who said something or gave dirty looks. One time he even told someone off. Those were when things were great, maybe even considered perfect. He means so much more to me than I think he realizes. If things would've worked out that night, everything would still be okay. No, I'm not talking about last night, but even farther back.
I got up, got dressed, and headed to the nearest Starbucks. Gerard and I always met every morning at the same table, no matter what. I got my French Vanilla cappuccino and headed to the two person table all the way in the back. The scents of coffee all around me aroused my sleep-filled mind. I looked out the window and pondered what Gerard was doing. We always had coffee mornings, same place, same time, no matter what. I suddenly felt very alone and uncared for, worse than I already felt. He never showed up, a two-year tradition, ruined.
I went back to my room and began to question what I was living for, nothing, absolutely nothing. So I got drunk. So incredibly drunk that I couldn't even sit up. I ended passing out on the couch, listening to Disenchanted.
I awoke to find a familiar face at the end of my couch, of course Gerard's gorgeous face.

~Gerard's POV~
We are both drunk and on a couch. I've hurt him so much and I don't know how to fix it. Should I let it happen, or am I going to leave again? Instead I decided to not to listen to my mind like last time and slipped my shirt off. The air felt cold against my bare chest. I crawled on top of him and kissed him softly over and over, more passionate each time. "I'm sorry Frank... I'm so sorry." I pressed my lips hard against his and let my hand snake up the back of his shirt. "My thoughts are killing me and my love for you is torturing me." I pressed closer against him and whispered into his ear, "Please forgive me baby."

~Franks POV~
My first thought was, how the hell did he get in here? But then I realized I couldn't give less of a fuck once he had climbed on top of me. I kissed him back with every ounce of passion I could muster. He whispered words I wasn't quite expecting to hear, but was glad to. I replied honestly in my foggy state of mind, "I forgive you. Wholly and completely, forgiven."
Things began to speed up, becoming more lust-filled with every minute. Things were going fast, but we didn't care, we were drunk and in love. He began to gradually strip me of my clothes, and I didn't give a single damn.

~Gerard's POV~
Frank was so alluring, first I stole his shirt and then he stole my pants. Normally it would be me down his pants, but he snaked his his hand into my boxers. It felt like this was a competition and in return he was sitting on the couch, bare. I took my boxers off to make it fair. Two naked men, on a couch, in a hotel living room. I felt obligated to do something, or anything. I pinned him down on the couch and brushed against him as I leaned down to kiss him. My lips pressed against his, I playfully slipped my tongue past his lips and against his teeth, waiting for his tongue to come out and play.

~Frank's POV~
I felt his tongue against my teeth and decided to allow him through. His tongue thrust into my mouth and began a war with mine, mine winning of course. I was still waiting for him to go to my weak spot, my neck.

~Gerard's POV~
How could I forget, his neck was where he liked it. I slipped my lips down his neck and kissed softly over his collar bone, then back up to his jaw line. I nipped softly at his and messed with his dark wavy hair as I imprinted my mark on him. He's mine now, and I'll keep him as my own.
I progressed my hands down his bunny trail to a more structured area of my liking. My hand caressed him and I heard Frank softly moan as I teased with him. The universe in my hands, who would've thought?
*

As the night pushed on, so did we. Our energy began to die down with our excitement. By the time our excitement was through, it was snowing here in Jersey. He was out like a light, here in my arms where he belonged. To his unconsciousness I could easily run, but not this time nor ever will I run from him again. Most of our time knowing one another, our relationship was full of romance, lust, longing, promises, and so much love connected to feelings that were never expressed.