Passing Looks and Disappointed Faces

[Gerard's P.O.V.]

The lights burned against my closed lids, cool currents of air rushing over my exposed skin. Snatches of memories, recent and past, whirled through my mind, creating a flurry of confusion. With a groan, I struggled to clear my head of its cobwebs, trying to place every event in chronological order. It was harder than I had imagined it to be and so I merely focused on struggling to open my eyes, crusted close from sleep.

A yawn escaped my lips as I finally opened my eyes, taking in the scene around me. A smile slowly began spreading across my features, reaching my cold eyes. Frank was sprawled beside me, face buried in a pillow, one hand curled under his chest. I smirked at his exposed body, noting the marks I inflicted upon him in that glorious moment of passion. I stirred, my heart throbbing warm and gentle in my chest as I struggled into a sitting position. I was melting as I watched him sleep, a stray lock of hair fluttering before his face as he breathed softly.

I couldn't tear my eyes away, entranced as I was by the vision of beauty beside me. And the glorious part of all this was the fact that he was mine; so perfectly mine. He belonged to no one but me; he loved no one but me. I leant towards him, bringing my face close to his, bringing my arm over my torso to ghost his stray hand. His nose twitched in the slightest, his hand jolting slightly as well at my gentle touch. I grasped his hand in mine and he murmured something sleepily beneath his breath, adjusting himself into another position.

My gaze never wavered from his closed eyes, waiting for him to open them. I wanted to see that beautiful shade of green shining at me. I wanted to see his every emotion playing out on his face. I wanted to hear his moans of pleasure again, those glorious sounds that told me I was bringing him to ecstasy. I flushed at the thought of him, his knuckles white as he fisted the sheets tightly. He was so gorgeous there beneath me, writhing at my touch, his hands tugging at my hair, demanding me to bring him to his release. And I was ever so compliant, as I will always be to him.

His eyes fluttered and a small moan escaped his lips, bringing to me the image of his face as it contorted in bliss. He finally opened his eyes, meeting my steady gaze. A smile spread across his lips as he closed his eyes again, a content sigh leaving his lips. "Had a good time?" I asked softly, bringing my face closer to his. He nodded without opening his eyes, clutching my hand gently.

"Oh yes," he muttered, and I at last saw that extraordinary emerald shade shining brightly in my direction. "I love you," his lips mouthed, another precious smile gracing them.

"I love you," I replied gently, bringing my lips to his. I had been so very afraid of those words, of plunging into the abyss. The abyss, I found, is incredibly kind despite the fact it appears to be completely terrifying. He didn't say a word after we broke apart, sighing contentedly again, giving my hand a squeeze. "We should get cleaned up," I muttered, motioning to our sticky torsos. Red tinted his cheeks as he blushed, looking down at the white film covering our abdomens.

"I guess we should," he murmured back, tearing his gaze from my stomach to my eyes. I chuckled softly at his eyes; he seemed so innocent, despite the dry fluid covering his belly. I decided to make the first move, rolling rather ungracefully out of the bed, landing in a heap on the air mattress. I must accept that I am simply not agile. His peals of laughter filled the atmosphere and I could only glare down at the military-green mattress, wondering why I could never be as poised as I wished.

Finally, with the sheets wrapped loosely over his hips, he moved from the bed, offering me a hand as he shook from silent giggles still wracking his body. Grumbling yet again on his insensitivity, I took his hand, standing up with his aide. "You know what? When you fall I'm not going to help you up; I'm just going to stand there, point at you and laugh hysterically," I growled at him, searching the room for our clothes. I could hear his giggle from behind me and I nearly jumped a foot when he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, placing a small kiss on my back. I shivered, trying hard to not lose myself in his touch; I needed to find something to wear. He continued to place small kisses along my back until finally I just leaned into him, letting him do what he wished. I couldn't possibly refuse this. He continued the blissful onslaught on my skin, moving towards my neck.

"I-I've got to take a sh-shower," I managed to stutter, trying hard to hold back a moan. He didn't even pause, sucking lightly at my neck.

"We can take one together," he whispered, his voice husky and undeniably sexual. I couldn't help but whimper as his teeth nipped gently at my earlobe, pulling softly at the tissue.

"Of course," I whispered back, leaning my head back onto his shoulder. He seemed pleased, continuing his ministrations upon my neck, his fingers tracing circles over my round stomach. "S-stop," I gently ordered him, though I made no move to walk away, my head resting comfortably on his strong shoulder.

"Why should I?" he asked, his fingers dancing down my stomach.

"Frank," I moaned, a whimper passing my lips.

"Yes Gerard?" he asked, obviously quite pleased with the way I was reacting to his gentle touches.

"Shower?" I said, my tone questioning though I hadn't meant it to be that way. I could feel his smile against my skin as his hand continued moving further down. I felt my eyes roll back into my head, my breathing becoming heavier as he grasped a hold, still placing small kisses against my neck.

"That sounds nice," he whispered though of course he made no move to step away from me. I groaned, quite happy that he had decided not to move; I was being pleasured and there was no way in hell I wanted to stop that. He continued touching me, slowly moving his hand so that my eyes rolled back into my head again, my breaths becoming pants. I couldn't help myself, thrusting my hips in order to speed up his movement. He smiled against my skin, sucking gently at my throat.

"Frank," I whimpered.

"What is it, Gee?" he asked teasingly, moving his hand away.

"Don't stop," I pleaded him. He chuckled softly, moving away from me. He couldn't just stop, not now.

"Sorry Gee; I've got to take a shower now." And just like that he walked away, scooping up his clothes quickly from the ground, sending me a teasing smirk. Flushed, still painfully aroused and stark-naked, I ran to him, knocking the clothes from his hand.

"Fuck the shower," I growled into his ear, pressing his body close to mine.

"You want to fuck in the shower?" he asked suavely and I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

"Sounds nice," I agreed, bringing my lips down to ravage his neck. I could hear his breathy laughter against my skin, making me flush and shiver. Unable to handle the tension hanging thick in the air, I pulled away, grabbing his clothes and thrusting them in his hand before grabbing an assortment of my own. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting as I shakily gathered myself. I ran up the stairs as quickly as I could towards the bathroom, trying to keep as quiet as possible so as not to arouse anyone's attention.

He was behind me every step; I was made certain of this when his hands pushed against my back, shoving me roughly into the bathroom. I closed the door after him, dropping my clothes the ground as I locked the same. He mimicked my moves, stepping towards me without a word, capturing my lips with his. I couldn't help but think how gorgeous he was, sweat slowly beginning to stream down his flushed face, his hands running over my skin desperately. He couldn't stand to be apart from me; he couldn't stand to lose the feel of my flesh pulsing under his.

He let out a breathy moan of disappointment when I stepped away, turning on the shower. His hands snaked around my waist, trailing further down my stomach. He truly couldn't stand to be without company and I couldn't understand why he needed me so badly. I turned around, cupping his face gently between my hands, brushing away some of the droplets of sweat streaming down his heated face. He lunged forwards, ignoring my gentle fingers, nipping at my bottom lip.

Being gentle was completely forgotten as we continued to attack each other in a way, forming scratches down tender, heated skin. We somehow managed to stumble into the shower but the water running down our nude bodies didn't do anything to divert our attention from each other. The house could demolish around us and we probably wouldn't notice. Trying to catch my breath, I pulled my mouth away, reaching out a hand to pull at the shower curtain, obscuring us from view. Then, with a kiss-swollen grin, I mashed our lips together once again.

Perhaps I couldn't understand the reason for his needing me but I understood myself perfectly well. And knowing myself in this way, I knew exactly why I wanted him. I knew losing him would destroy me. So with unmatched fervor, I pulled him flush against my body, never once breaking my lips from him. I needed him badly and I wasn't about to let him go.