Snowflakes and Candy Canes
Title: Snowflakes and Candy Canes
Author: 0haii
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, tons of fluff
Word Count: 1,631
Disclaimer: LIES.
Summary: “Dude!” I yelled, pulling the candy cane out my mouth as Frank hopped off the bench, running behind a nearby tree and attempting to hide. “That’s fucking gross.”
"I know you secretly like them...” Frank mumbled, the words coming out muffled due to the candy cane stuffed in there. He looked so adorable, like he was a six year old kid at Halloween, but in the snow and his cheeks where all red. He always looked adorable, even if that was shoving a snowball right into my face, he did it with this cheeky smile that’ll I’ll always remember.
So, maybe I have got a little crush on my best friend. He’s Frank; you can’t not have a crush on him if you’ve spent the last five years practically raising him. We’re sixteen now but five years ago we were eleven. We met in the supermarket, the comic book store closer to the outskirts of New Jersey. He wanted the Batman comic I had a hold of, which I gladly gave to him. His smile convinced me, there were no arguments. He offered me to come over and read it with him one day. We exchanged phone numbers and everything, and from then on our friendship escalated.
It was a pretty lame way of meeting someone, if you asked me, but he seemed so nice. I didn’t actually go to his house at all after that day, but one day Frank texted me. It was about a week after we met in the store and his text was the cutest thing ever. I smiled so hard after reading it, because he texted like he would talk - ‘um’s and ‘uh’s included.
The text only read; “I looked through my phone and I found your number... If you’re not busy then maybe you could um, like text back? I’m dead bored so maybe we could chat... or something. Uh, yeah, I hope you remember me, from the comic book store like, a week ago. If you don’t then um, this is awkward. - Frank xo”
I did text him back after that and we talked about everything and anything. Sometimes I got so carried away in a virtual conversation with Frank, I’d be hiding my phone under the dinner table when I wasn’t hungry. He seemed eager to talk to me too, so I didn’t feel like a creep. Soon enough, texts turned to phone calls, phone calls turned to meetings at parks and coffee shops, and that turned into this.
We tell each other everything, weather if we were worried, scared, embarrassed, happy, excited about something, we’d tell each other. If we looked like each other, we could be considered brothers at first glance. We love each other like brothers too. I may or may not like Frank a little bit more than a brother, but I’ve never mentioned it to him, I can’t risk losing a friend like him.
“I seriously hate those things,” I say back to him, slapping some snow off a bench we were about to sit on. Frank smiled at me, a devilish smile that made my insides warm up with any coats. “They’re sticky and weird and they look like umbrella stick things.” Frank laughed at that, repeating ‘umbrella stick things’ in a weird voice.
“Dude, they’re not that bad. Try one,” He said, stuffing a red and white striped candy cane in my face. I flinched away from it, not wanting Frank to reach my mouth and pop it in. He giggled, that cute, high pitched one that makes him sound like a girl, and lowered the candy cane back into his lap.
I gave him a stern look, and he smiled sweetly back. I leaned back against the bench, trusting he wasn’t going to attack me again. He shuffled closer to me almost a second after I had gotten comfortable, watching the snowflakes fall from the sky gently. No one was around in the park where we were, everyone was inside, huddled around a fire.
Frank had invited me out, saying his parents were arguing again and he wanted to get away from it. “You’re all cuddly and comforting,” he told me when I met him at the fence of my garden, his pale cheeks tinted with a red hue. “So when I’m sad you’re coming outside and hanging with me.” Frank finished proudly, wrapping my waist into a hug.
I liked that I comforted him, it made me feel good that he felt good with me like that. I had bought him a box of candy canes and Twizzlers to cheer him up a little. He ate the Twizzlers first, saying they beat candy canes by a mile. He offered me a candy cane, which I declined. He set off a mission to finish half the box by the time we got to the bench we were sat on now, which he had completed.
I hooked an arm around his shoulder, understanding he was cold or something, so he wanted a hug or something to warm himself up. We snuggled together, in my mind fitting perfectly. I just wanted to kiss his nose, make a small blush cover his cold cheeks and hug him until he got a cramp.
Frank slid an arm around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder. He seemed to be breathing weird, frosty air coming out of his mouth with every exhale he made. Frank’s free arm was fumbling with the candy cane box, the lid sliding off and on as he pushed it back and forth. He seemed comfortable, but sad at the same time.
“What’s wrong, Frankie?” I asked; my voice as caring and soft as possible. He sat up slowly, our coats making a small ruffling noise as we moved. It was only then I noticed the sly smile he had plastered across his lips. I couldn’t help but smile back, wondering what he was going to do. All of a sudden, a bent stick of candy was shoved into my mouth, the vile, sweet taste filling my taste buds.
“Dude!” I yelled, pulling the candy cane out my mouth as Frank hopped off the bench, running behind a nearby tree and attempting to hide. “That’s fucking gross.” Frank giggled again, his gloved hand covering his mouth so he didn’t make too much noise. I could see him from where I was sat, plus the tree wasn’t that thick so I could see his coat sticking out too. I didn’t know why he was trying to be quiet.
I got up and ran over to him, snow raising and falling as my feet plodded along. He ran away, swiftly dodging around the other side of the tree and getting away from my clawing hands. I huffed, running after him to pin him down and stuff snow in his face or something. He was going to pay.
I chased him for some time, mine and his laughter filling the misty air as we ran. Soon enough, he tripped over a stray stick lying under the snow, his body crashing to the ground. Running now far behind him, I tripped too, leaving us fairly close and myself practically on top of his. He smiled up at me, not bothered by my weight adding pressure to his body.
I took the opportunity to put some snow in his face. Cupping a good handful, I crashed the snow down onto his nose and cheeks, leaving him blowing it everywhere and wiping his face against his hands. Frank wriggled underneath me, his body heat shifting around mine. He seemed to get comfortable as he stopped moving, stopped touching his face and simply looked up at me, as if waiting for something.
I propped myself up on my elbows, not really wanting to move. I didn’t know if he wanted to or not, but right then and there I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him so softly that he could hardly feel it, like a snowflake landed on his lips. He seemed pretty comfortable underneath me and he felt completely limp. I stared at him for some time, before his head slowly bobbed, as if nodding.
I don’t know what this meant, but I went for what I thought and hoped he wanted. I ducked my head gently, closing the cold air between our lips. I watched him flutter his eyes closed, smiling slightly. After that, I shut my own, enjoying this whilst I could. Frank kissed back almost instantly, and I figured he wanted this to happen. Suddenly, I wasn’t so cold anymore, his lips and body heat warming mine up. We fit together perfectly, so far the best kiss I’ve ever experienced.
I pulled away shortly after I ran out of air, finding a dreamy looking Frank gazing up at me. He smiled sheepishly, blinking away snowflakes that landed in his eyes. I brushed some hair out of his face in the most cliché way possible, earning a giggle in return.
“You seriously don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to do that,” The younger states, his giggles dying down. I stared at Frank with a facial expression that crossed between confusion and shock.
“What? I thought you were-”
“You thought wrong, my good friend.” He interrupted, pecking a small kiss on my nose. I couldn’t help but blush and grin like a lunatic. “Okay, dude, you’re really cute and everything but if you want me to live you’re going to have to get the fuck off me before you crush me to death.”
I climbed off Frank, as he asked. Offering my hand, Frank took it and stood up, shaking snow from his coat and three layers of jeans. I smiled at him and he smiled back, squeezing the hand that none of us dropped.
Author: 0haii
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, tons of fluff
Word Count: 1,631
Disclaimer: LIES.
Summary: “Dude!” I yelled, pulling the candy cane out my mouth as Frank hopped off the bench, running behind a nearby tree and attempting to hide. “That’s fucking gross.”
"I know you secretly like them...” Frank mumbled, the words coming out muffled due to the candy cane stuffed in there. He looked so adorable, like he was a six year old kid at Halloween, but in the snow and his cheeks where all red. He always looked adorable, even if that was shoving a snowball right into my face, he did it with this cheeky smile that’ll I’ll always remember.
So, maybe I have got a little crush on my best friend. He’s Frank; you can’t not have a crush on him if you’ve spent the last five years practically raising him. We’re sixteen now but five years ago we were eleven. We met in the supermarket, the comic book store closer to the outskirts of New Jersey. He wanted the Batman comic I had a hold of, which I gladly gave to him. His smile convinced me, there were no arguments. He offered me to come over and read it with him one day. We exchanged phone numbers and everything, and from then on our friendship escalated.
It was a pretty lame way of meeting someone, if you asked me, but he seemed so nice. I didn’t actually go to his house at all after that day, but one day Frank texted me. It was about a week after we met in the store and his text was the cutest thing ever. I smiled so hard after reading it, because he texted like he would talk - ‘um’s and ‘uh’s included.
The text only read; “I looked through my phone and I found your number... If you’re not busy then maybe you could um, like text back? I’m dead bored so maybe we could chat... or something. Uh, yeah, I hope you remember me, from the comic book store like, a week ago. If you don’t then um, this is awkward. - Frank xo”
I did text him back after that and we talked about everything and anything. Sometimes I got so carried away in a virtual conversation with Frank, I’d be hiding my phone under the dinner table when I wasn’t hungry. He seemed eager to talk to me too, so I didn’t feel like a creep. Soon enough, texts turned to phone calls, phone calls turned to meetings at parks and coffee shops, and that turned into this.
We tell each other everything, weather if we were worried, scared, embarrassed, happy, excited about something, we’d tell each other. If we looked like each other, we could be considered brothers at first glance. We love each other like brothers too. I may or may not like Frank a little bit more than a brother, but I’ve never mentioned it to him, I can’t risk losing a friend like him.
“I seriously hate those things,” I say back to him, slapping some snow off a bench we were about to sit on. Frank smiled at me, a devilish smile that made my insides warm up with any coats. “They’re sticky and weird and they look like umbrella stick things.” Frank laughed at that, repeating ‘umbrella stick things’ in a weird voice.
“Dude, they’re not that bad. Try one,” He said, stuffing a red and white striped candy cane in my face. I flinched away from it, not wanting Frank to reach my mouth and pop it in. He giggled, that cute, high pitched one that makes him sound like a girl, and lowered the candy cane back into his lap.
I gave him a stern look, and he smiled sweetly back. I leaned back against the bench, trusting he wasn’t going to attack me again. He shuffled closer to me almost a second after I had gotten comfortable, watching the snowflakes fall from the sky gently. No one was around in the park where we were, everyone was inside, huddled around a fire.
Frank had invited me out, saying his parents were arguing again and he wanted to get away from it. “You’re all cuddly and comforting,” he told me when I met him at the fence of my garden, his pale cheeks tinted with a red hue. “So when I’m sad you’re coming outside and hanging with me.” Frank finished proudly, wrapping my waist into a hug.
I liked that I comforted him, it made me feel good that he felt good with me like that. I had bought him a box of candy canes and Twizzlers to cheer him up a little. He ate the Twizzlers first, saying they beat candy canes by a mile. He offered me a candy cane, which I declined. He set off a mission to finish half the box by the time we got to the bench we were sat on now, which he had completed.
I hooked an arm around his shoulder, understanding he was cold or something, so he wanted a hug or something to warm himself up. We snuggled together, in my mind fitting perfectly. I just wanted to kiss his nose, make a small blush cover his cold cheeks and hug him until he got a cramp.
Frank slid an arm around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder. He seemed to be breathing weird, frosty air coming out of his mouth with every exhale he made. Frank’s free arm was fumbling with the candy cane box, the lid sliding off and on as he pushed it back and forth. He seemed comfortable, but sad at the same time.
“What’s wrong, Frankie?” I asked; my voice as caring and soft as possible. He sat up slowly, our coats making a small ruffling noise as we moved. It was only then I noticed the sly smile he had plastered across his lips. I couldn’t help but smile back, wondering what he was going to do. All of a sudden, a bent stick of candy was shoved into my mouth, the vile, sweet taste filling my taste buds.
“Dude!” I yelled, pulling the candy cane out my mouth as Frank hopped off the bench, running behind a nearby tree and attempting to hide. “That’s fucking gross.” Frank giggled again, his gloved hand covering his mouth so he didn’t make too much noise. I could see him from where I was sat, plus the tree wasn’t that thick so I could see his coat sticking out too. I didn’t know why he was trying to be quiet.
I got up and ran over to him, snow raising and falling as my feet plodded along. He ran away, swiftly dodging around the other side of the tree and getting away from my clawing hands. I huffed, running after him to pin him down and stuff snow in his face or something. He was going to pay.
I chased him for some time, mine and his laughter filling the misty air as we ran. Soon enough, he tripped over a stray stick lying under the snow, his body crashing to the ground. Running now far behind him, I tripped too, leaving us fairly close and myself practically on top of his. He smiled up at me, not bothered by my weight adding pressure to his body.
I took the opportunity to put some snow in his face. Cupping a good handful, I crashed the snow down onto his nose and cheeks, leaving him blowing it everywhere and wiping his face against his hands. Frank wriggled underneath me, his body heat shifting around mine. He seemed to get comfortable as he stopped moving, stopped touching his face and simply looked up at me, as if waiting for something.
I propped myself up on my elbows, not really wanting to move. I didn’t know if he wanted to or not, but right then and there I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him so softly that he could hardly feel it, like a snowflake landed on his lips. He seemed pretty comfortable underneath me and he felt completely limp. I stared at him for some time, before his head slowly bobbed, as if nodding.
I don’t know what this meant, but I went for what I thought and hoped he wanted. I ducked my head gently, closing the cold air between our lips. I watched him flutter his eyes closed, smiling slightly. After that, I shut my own, enjoying this whilst I could. Frank kissed back almost instantly, and I figured he wanted this to happen. Suddenly, I wasn’t so cold anymore, his lips and body heat warming mine up. We fit together perfectly, so far the best kiss I’ve ever experienced.
I pulled away shortly after I ran out of air, finding a dreamy looking Frank gazing up at me. He smiled sheepishly, blinking away snowflakes that landed in his eyes. I brushed some hair out of his face in the most cliché way possible, earning a giggle in return.
“You seriously don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to do that,” The younger states, his giggles dying down. I stared at Frank with a facial expression that crossed between confusion and shock.
“What? I thought you were-”
“You thought wrong, my good friend.” He interrupted, pecking a small kiss on my nose. I couldn’t help but blush and grin like a lunatic. “Okay, dude, you’re really cute and everything but if you want me to live you’re going to have to get the fuck off me before you crush me to death.”
I climbed off Frank, as he asked. Offering my hand, Frank took it and stood up, shaking snow from his coat and three layers of jeans. I smiled at him and he smiled back, squeezing the hand that none of us dropped.