Status: Ongoing
Drunken Delights
Seeking forgiveness..
“
What did you claim of me?
Did you claim my love,
Something that I knew you would see,
However it may hide.
Or did you claim my life?
Taking my peace, the dove,
Without error or strife..
Seeing when I had lied.
Or did you claim my mind?
To be thinking of all
That you said when we had dined,
And in my heart, I had died.
Does it matter what you claim--
If it does not lead to change,
But instead, lets the world revolve the same?
“
The headache was nauseating, but he knew that he was just focusing on it to try to push away what he had done. The reminder, a few scratches hot against the black shirt he was wearing, kept on making him think of it, though. Kept on making him think about how good it felt to have his hand in Gerard's hair, his li-
Frank swerved to avoid hitting someone crossing the street, and then quickly moved to the side into a small parking lot to park. The buildings all around were high, characteristic of the city, and a bit of shade covered him in the car. He leaned back, trying to put certain thoughts out of his head, trying to just make the night before not happen.
But that wasn't even the important part. Perhaps more important, to him, was how the day now would be. He hadn't even seen Gerard before he left, and he didn't bother to leave a note-- Gerard would probably be freaking out at this moment, having woken up and been with no one, and if he could even remember the night before.
Which had hit his own mind so damn quickly and so damn hard when he opened his eyes and Gerard was curled against him. Body not quite slender, but certainly soft and strong enough in his arms.
Frank felt himself craving the feeling and opened his eyes to stare at the ground-level of the building in front of him. It was a restaurant, an Italian morning bakery thing that he didn't feel like trying to decipher through his head. Still.
Frank steeled himself and got out of the car. After a pause in which he felt the phone in his pocket, he turned and walked to the front of the bakery, thinking about before.
Thinking about how they might even be able to look at each other.
–------------------------------------------
Leon had gotten off of the motorcycle slowly, his eyes full of anger. It was a fatty face, as if full of pouches-- Looked even comical, and might've made Frank laugh if the body accompanying it didn't look like it could break him in a heartbeat.
And that it could. Leon pointed at Aurora, who was being held by Scarlett, and spoke in a deep voice, one almost scratchy with anger.
“Get the fuck to the bike.”
Then his eyes and finger moved to Scarlett, and she quailed underneath the glare. He spoke, with malice, hatred, clear. “And get your fucking lesbian hands off her, or I'll be breaking both of them.”
Frank hated himself for not being able to do anything. For only able to be standing there, stunned. For not protecting the girls, or even trying, when they were clearly afraid and this man could hurt them.
“Why the fuck is it your business where they are?”
Was Gerard's voice to Frank's right. Drunk as he was, he still sounded at least somewhat stable. Frank looked over, his eyes widening a tad, and fear shot through him. Fear not for himself, or the girls, but for Gerard.
Lucky for Gerard, Leon just glared at him for a minute more before turning and leaving.
Frank went and grabbed Gerard's wrist, walking him off slowly towards the cab. In there, he held Gerard, squeezing him and wishing that he could have been as helpful or brave. Wishing that Gerard hadn't done it, because the thought of him getting hurt suddenly became too much to bear.
And wishing that he could have Gerard as his.
–------------------------------------------
Frank sat down at a table with his bread. For some reason he couldn't quite place, he had decided to get some odd looking dessert breads with cream inside of them. The cute girl at the register had told him what kind they were, but he couldn't keep the name of them in his head.
He stared at it, unwilling to eat, and wondering what he'll do next. Frank had managed to put his thoughts away from that of Gerard and him having sex, and now could only worry and wonder what was going to happen now.
He was certain that one thing was clear: Gerard wouldn't want to see him. He had taken advantage of him when his defenses were down, and done something that was... gay.
He was also certain of another thing. He wanted to stay friends with Gerard. Didn't want this to ruin their friendship.
His hand curled around the phone which was now beside the plate, and he paused before letting himself do it. Pick it up, and turn it on, and then look at it. The nervousness was full as the old smart phone updated its screen, showing four missed calls. Every one was from Gerard. Then showed up the text.
“we need 2 talk. I wll be at norml mrning place” - Gee
Normal morning place. Means that Gerard will be at the coffee shop beside the motel, where he drinks every morning.
Immediately he stood up, taking the bread, and turned to leave.
–---
When Frank got to the coffee shop, he could see Gerard on the inside. As expected, Gerard seemed to look nice; he was wearing a black shirt and some dark jeans, and his face hardly looked tired. More than that, he was talking almost excitedly with a cute brunette girl, who was sitting with him.
Frank didn't expect the sudden wave of jealousy that had rolled over him when he saw the two. He didn't stop, though, opening the door and walking around the small shop, so that he was coming up to Gerard from behind. He heard the tail end of Gerard's words...
“-isiting the city, and waiting for my best friend right now.”
The thought made him smile despite himself, and as Gerard heard and then saw him, he saw a mixture of emotions flit over the older boy's face.
First happiness, then worry, then confusion, and then worry again. Gerard slid over and pat the seat beside him, though, introducing the girl with a few quick words,
“This is Emily, Frank. She lives here in L.A. and was just talking with me.”
Frank nodded respectfully before speaking, “Is it fine if we get some privacy for a few minutes? Me and Gee have to talk about a few things.”
Emily looked embarassed and rose, not able to say anything too easily, and then just walked out and over towards the counter, speaking with another young girl around her age wearing a grey jacket. Frank's attention was diverted back to Gerard, though, when he coughed.
“That was rude, you know. You could've waited a little bit..” Gerard said, though his face was soft and still full of worry.
“Gee.. I'm sorry.” Frank said, staring Gerard directly in the eyes.
Gerard knew that he didn't mean about the girl, and turned his eyes to the side, avoiding Frank's gaze.
“Look. I was drunk and wasn't thinking. Will never happen again, I swear. We'll act like it never happened, and I'll sleep in a different bed from now on and I'm so so-” Frank began gushing, scared, worried.
Devastated.
All the nervousness and worries from the past few hours, unrolling into a few moments. Fank was certain that he knew how it would end-- Gerard didn't want to even be friends with him any more, Gerard would not hang out, and he had just lost his most valuable friend.
“I just want to stay friends, Gee. Isn't going to be like that.” Frank finished, his eyes pleading.
Gerard looked back up and over at him. In them, Frank was surprised to see was just a touch of anger. Anger holding back tears.
“I get it, Frank. Just want to be friends. But I don't wa-” Gerard began, then stopped.
He rose from the table, and with it my hopes.
He gave me a look, soft sadness.
His eyes were of silk and satin.
I could feel my heart in their sights as he then turned away, and walked from the shop.
What did you claim of me?
Did you claim my love,
Something that I knew you would see,
However it may hide.
Or did you claim my life?
Taking my peace, the dove,
Without error or strife..
Seeing when I had lied.
Or did you claim my mind?
To be thinking of all
That you said when we had dined,
And in my heart, I had died.
Does it matter what you claim--
If it does not lead to change,
But instead, lets the world revolve the same?
“
The headache was nauseating, but he knew that he was just focusing on it to try to push away what he had done. The reminder, a few scratches hot against the black shirt he was wearing, kept on making him think of it, though. Kept on making him think about how good it felt to have his hand in Gerard's hair, his li-
Frank swerved to avoid hitting someone crossing the street, and then quickly moved to the side into a small parking lot to park. The buildings all around were high, characteristic of the city, and a bit of shade covered him in the car. He leaned back, trying to put certain thoughts out of his head, trying to just make the night before not happen.
But that wasn't even the important part. Perhaps more important, to him, was how the day now would be. He hadn't even seen Gerard before he left, and he didn't bother to leave a note-- Gerard would probably be freaking out at this moment, having woken up and been with no one, and if he could even remember the night before.
Which had hit his own mind so damn quickly and so damn hard when he opened his eyes and Gerard was curled against him. Body not quite slender, but certainly soft and strong enough in his arms.
Frank felt himself craving the feeling and opened his eyes to stare at the ground-level of the building in front of him. It was a restaurant, an Italian morning bakery thing that he didn't feel like trying to decipher through his head. Still.
Frank steeled himself and got out of the car. After a pause in which he felt the phone in his pocket, he turned and walked to the front of the bakery, thinking about before.
Thinking about how they might even be able to look at each other.
–------------------------------------------
Leon had gotten off of the motorcycle slowly, his eyes full of anger. It was a fatty face, as if full of pouches-- Looked even comical, and might've made Frank laugh if the body accompanying it didn't look like it could break him in a heartbeat.
And that it could. Leon pointed at Aurora, who was being held by Scarlett, and spoke in a deep voice, one almost scratchy with anger.
“Get the fuck to the bike.”
Then his eyes and finger moved to Scarlett, and she quailed underneath the glare. He spoke, with malice, hatred, clear. “And get your fucking lesbian hands off her, or I'll be breaking both of them.”
Frank hated himself for not being able to do anything. For only able to be standing there, stunned. For not protecting the girls, or even trying, when they were clearly afraid and this man could hurt them.
“Why the fuck is it your business where they are?”
Was Gerard's voice to Frank's right. Drunk as he was, he still sounded at least somewhat stable. Frank looked over, his eyes widening a tad, and fear shot through him. Fear not for himself, or the girls, but for Gerard.
Lucky for Gerard, Leon just glared at him for a minute more before turning and leaving.
Frank went and grabbed Gerard's wrist, walking him off slowly towards the cab. In there, he held Gerard, squeezing him and wishing that he could have been as helpful or brave. Wishing that Gerard hadn't done it, because the thought of him getting hurt suddenly became too much to bear.
And wishing that he could have Gerard as his.
–------------------------------------------
Frank sat down at a table with his bread. For some reason he couldn't quite place, he had decided to get some odd looking dessert breads with cream inside of them. The cute girl at the register had told him what kind they were, but he couldn't keep the name of them in his head.
He stared at it, unwilling to eat, and wondering what he'll do next. Frank had managed to put his thoughts away from that of Gerard and him having sex, and now could only worry and wonder what was going to happen now.
He was certain that one thing was clear: Gerard wouldn't want to see him. He had taken advantage of him when his defenses were down, and done something that was... gay.
He was also certain of another thing. He wanted to stay friends with Gerard. Didn't want this to ruin their friendship.
His hand curled around the phone which was now beside the plate, and he paused before letting himself do it. Pick it up, and turn it on, and then look at it. The nervousness was full as the old smart phone updated its screen, showing four missed calls. Every one was from Gerard. Then showed up the text.
“we need 2 talk. I wll be at norml mrning place” - Gee
Normal morning place. Means that Gerard will be at the coffee shop beside the motel, where he drinks every morning.
Immediately he stood up, taking the bread, and turned to leave.
–---
When Frank got to the coffee shop, he could see Gerard on the inside. As expected, Gerard seemed to look nice; he was wearing a black shirt and some dark jeans, and his face hardly looked tired. More than that, he was talking almost excitedly with a cute brunette girl, who was sitting with him.
Frank didn't expect the sudden wave of jealousy that had rolled over him when he saw the two. He didn't stop, though, opening the door and walking around the small shop, so that he was coming up to Gerard from behind. He heard the tail end of Gerard's words...
“-isiting the city, and waiting for my best friend right now.”
The thought made him smile despite himself, and as Gerard heard and then saw him, he saw a mixture of emotions flit over the older boy's face.
First happiness, then worry, then confusion, and then worry again. Gerard slid over and pat the seat beside him, though, introducing the girl with a few quick words,
“This is Emily, Frank. She lives here in L.A. and was just talking with me.”
Frank nodded respectfully before speaking, “Is it fine if we get some privacy for a few minutes? Me and Gee have to talk about a few things.”
Emily looked embarassed and rose, not able to say anything too easily, and then just walked out and over towards the counter, speaking with another young girl around her age wearing a grey jacket. Frank's attention was diverted back to Gerard, though, when he coughed.
“That was rude, you know. You could've waited a little bit..” Gerard said, though his face was soft and still full of worry.
“Gee.. I'm sorry.” Frank said, staring Gerard directly in the eyes.
Gerard knew that he didn't mean about the girl, and turned his eyes to the side, avoiding Frank's gaze.
“Look. I was drunk and wasn't thinking. Will never happen again, I swear. We'll act like it never happened, and I'll sleep in a different bed from now on and I'm so so-” Frank began gushing, scared, worried.
Devastated.
All the nervousness and worries from the past few hours, unrolling into a few moments. Fank was certain that he knew how it would end-- Gerard didn't want to even be friends with him any more, Gerard would not hang out, and he had just lost his most valuable friend.
“I just want to stay friends, Gee. Isn't going to be like that.” Frank finished, his eyes pleading.
Gerard looked back up and over at him. In them, Frank was surprised to see was just a touch of anger. Anger holding back tears.
“I get it, Frank. Just want to be friends. But I don't wa-” Gerard began, then stopped.
He rose from the table, and with it my hopes.
He gave me a look, soft sadness.
His eyes were of silk and satin.
I could feel my heart in their sights as he then turned away, and walked from the shop.
♠ ♠ ♠
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