Fic: Then and Now (036. Time)
Title: Then and Now
Author: Kayla
Pairing: FrankxGerard
Summary: That was then...this is now...
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, sorry not at all.
Author's Note: For
challenge_the #36. Time
Unrelated to my other fic.
That was then...
Gerard's hands slide down Frank's back, pulling him close. He leans forward, breathing in the soft scent of the young man. It's a complex, smokey yet sweet smell, and he sits still for a moment, just breathing gently.
The kiss is slow, but rapidly increases in intensity by the second. Frank tilts his head to the side a little, a small soft sigh escaping his parted lips. Gerard can taste that sigh, feel it on his lips. He smiles into the kiss.
Frank eases forward, so he is pretty much in the singer's lap. His long arms wrap around Gerard's neck.
"Fucking gorgeous," Gerard moans loudly.
Frank grins at the assessment.
This is now...
Gerard smiles that dazzling smile that makes Frank's heart twist every time. He gently eases Frank closer, drawing their bodies to that central point where they will meet happily together, touching lightly. He leans against the smaller man's shoulder, taking in the fresh smell there. Just out of the shower Frank, Gerard decides, ranks as one of the best smells ever. He breathes in, smiling to himself.
The kiss is slow, gentle, and all they'll both ever need. Frank looks up into Gerard's deep brown eyes, sighing gently. The singer looks like he's about to say something, but stops. He's happy enough knowing Frank needs him. He smiles into their next kiss.
Frank eases forward, so Gerard's arms can better wrap around him. His long arms wrap around Gerard's neck.
"Mmhmm love you, so beautiful."
It's all Frank ever wants to hear.
That was then...
Gerard is drunk. He staggers into the hotel room, dark eyes unusually wide, falling forward a little. Frank jumps out of the bed. He hadn't been in the mood to 'party' so he had remained in the hotel room all night.
He turns on the light, a look of worry crossing his face.
"Are you alright--"
"'course I'm fine...'m fine...was jus' out and now I'm back and...f-fine."
Frank grabs his lover's arm, and gently guides him down to the bed. He sits Gerard at the bed's edge, and brushes his long hair out of his eyes. He takes off the singer's jacket with ease, and sighs.
"You shoulda come out with me baby, shoulda had some fun tonight..."
"Not tonight," is all Frank can say, as he takes off Gerard's clothes, expertly replacing them with what he knows are his boyfriend's favorite pajamas.
This is now...
Gerard is excited. He bounds into the hotel room, dark eyes unusually wide, nearly tripping over Frank's shoes as he enters. Frank jumps out of bed. He hadn't been feeling well again, and this time was determined to prevent the illness before it took him down.
He turns on the light, a look of confusion crossing his face.
"Are you alright--"
"I'm fine! More than fine."
Frank grabs his lover's arm, and gently guides him down to the bed. He sits Gerard at the bed's edge, and brushes his hair out of his eyes. He takes off the singer's jacket with ease and pulls him into a heated kiss.
"You should have come with me to see Mikes tonight Frank, it was fun..."
"I wish I had," is all Frank can say as he reaches to take off Gerard's clothes. "I missed you."
That was then...
They're in the middle of the set, and Frank is all over the floor. He's looking up at Gerard from his spot on the floor, and continues playing, grinning like a madman. Gerard is in the middle of the song, all hell-bent on that stage persona that was getting them famous, but Frank can see the smile beneath it.
The crowd is going crazy.
Frank jumps up from the floor and makes his way across the stage. This is why he's alive, he thinks, as he keeps going at it, listening to Gerard without even trying to, just focusing on the sensations buzzing around them. This is why they're all alive, he amends.
He feels a hot weight behind him.
He turns his head to look up, not missing a chord, not missing a single beat of the music. Gerard stares into his eyes with a wicked grin, and pulls Frank closer, hand wrapping around his chest, and leaning in for an enthusiastic half-kiss.
This is now...
They're in the middle of what had already been a draining set, and Frank is going crazy as usual. He's looking up at Gerard from his spot on the floor, watching Gerard as he tries to focus. Gerard is even more amazing when the crowd is negative, and oh, yeah, they're negative. He's grinning like crazy, nothing hiding his excitement.
The crowd is going crazy.
Frank jumps up from the floor and makes his way across the stage. This is why he's alive, he knows, as he thinks for a few moments about the next move. He listens to Gerard without even trying to, just focusing on the sensations. This is why they're all alive, he knows, he's lived it now.
He cuts Gerard off mid line, pressing their lips together in a messy awkward kiss.
That was then...
They are in the back of the still quite cramped tour bus, their eyes never leaving each other. Neither of them were 'romantics' so to say, but they both did know what these deep feelings meant.
Even now, when they were finally on top of the world, they still wanted just this.
"Come on guys, we've got five minutes to pack up!" Mikey's voice rings through the intense connection, but doesn't break it at all.
"Alright, alright," Gerard mumbles, a little bit annoyed.
"Hey, don't be so pouty, I'm yours for the night remember. A whole night, big hotel, this isn't over by far."
Gerard laughs at Frank's words and presses the guitarist into the seat of the bus, kissing him long and hard, ignoring the continuous pleas from the guys outside.
"I love you you know?" Frank says breathless, as he pulls back a little, shocked he's said it.
"Yeah, I do."
Gerard rushes out of the bus, helpful for once.
This is now...
They're in the back of the bus, half asleep, exhausted from the touring. Their eyes never left each others, as Frank leaned up against Gerard, looking worn out. Neither of them were 'romantics' so to say, but they did find it incredibly comforting to be like this.
Even now, when they just climbed higher, this was all they needed.
"Come on guys, we've got five minutes to pack up!" Mikey yells from somewhere to their side. Still, the connection isn't breaking. Never really has.
"Alright, alright," Gerard mumbles against Frank's ear, obviously annoyed.
"Hey don't be pouty. Not like getting off the bus is gonna break us apart," Frank laughs, holding even tighter to the arm next to him.
Gerard laughs at Frank's words and presses the guitarist down into the seat of the bus, kissing him deeply.
"I love you, you know?" Gerard says.
"Yeah I do. I love you too."
They both rush out of the bus to find Mikey looking annoyed. They laugh.
Author: Kayla
Pairing: FrankxGerard
Summary: That was then...this is now...
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, sorry not at all.
Author's Note: For
challenge_the #36. Time
Unrelated to my other fic.
That was then...
Gerard's hands slide down Frank's back, pulling him close. He leans forward, breathing in the soft scent of the young man. It's a complex, smokey yet sweet smell, and he sits still for a moment, just breathing gently.
The kiss is slow, but rapidly increases in intensity by the second. Frank tilts his head to the side a little, a small soft sigh escaping his parted lips. Gerard can taste that sigh, feel it on his lips. He smiles into the kiss.
Frank eases forward, so he is pretty much in the singer's lap. His long arms wrap around Gerard's neck.
"Fucking gorgeous," Gerard moans loudly.
Frank grins at the assessment.
This is now...
Gerard smiles that dazzling smile that makes Frank's heart twist every time. He gently eases Frank closer, drawing their bodies to that central point where they will meet happily together, touching lightly. He leans against the smaller man's shoulder, taking in the fresh smell there. Just out of the shower Frank, Gerard decides, ranks as one of the best smells ever. He breathes in, smiling to himself.
The kiss is slow, gentle, and all they'll both ever need. Frank looks up into Gerard's deep brown eyes, sighing gently. The singer looks like he's about to say something, but stops. He's happy enough knowing Frank needs him. He smiles into their next kiss.
Frank eases forward, so Gerard's arms can better wrap around him. His long arms wrap around Gerard's neck.
"Mmhmm love you, so beautiful."
It's all Frank ever wants to hear.
That was then...
Gerard is drunk. He staggers into the hotel room, dark eyes unusually wide, falling forward a little. Frank jumps out of the bed. He hadn't been in the mood to 'party' so he had remained in the hotel room all night.
He turns on the light, a look of worry crossing his face.
"Are you alright--"
"'course I'm fine...'m fine...was jus' out and now I'm back and...f-fine."
Frank grabs his lover's arm, and gently guides him down to the bed. He sits Gerard at the bed's edge, and brushes his long hair out of his eyes. He takes off the singer's jacket with ease, and sighs.
"You shoulda come out with me baby, shoulda had some fun tonight..."
"Not tonight," is all Frank can say, as he takes off Gerard's clothes, expertly replacing them with what he knows are his boyfriend's favorite pajamas.
This is now...
Gerard is excited. He bounds into the hotel room, dark eyes unusually wide, nearly tripping over Frank's shoes as he enters. Frank jumps out of bed. He hadn't been feeling well again, and this time was determined to prevent the illness before it took him down.
He turns on the light, a look of confusion crossing his face.
"Are you alright--"
"I'm fine! More than fine."
Frank grabs his lover's arm, and gently guides him down to the bed. He sits Gerard at the bed's edge, and brushes his hair out of his eyes. He takes off the singer's jacket with ease and pulls him into a heated kiss.
"You should have come with me to see Mikes tonight Frank, it was fun..."
"I wish I had," is all Frank can say as he reaches to take off Gerard's clothes. "I missed you."
That was then...
They're in the middle of the set, and Frank is all over the floor. He's looking up at Gerard from his spot on the floor, and continues playing, grinning like a madman. Gerard is in the middle of the song, all hell-bent on that stage persona that was getting them famous, but Frank can see the smile beneath it.
The crowd is going crazy.
Frank jumps up from the floor and makes his way across the stage. This is why he's alive, he thinks, as he keeps going at it, listening to Gerard without even trying to, just focusing on the sensations buzzing around them. This is why they're all alive, he amends.
He feels a hot weight behind him.
He turns his head to look up, not missing a chord, not missing a single beat of the music. Gerard stares into his eyes with a wicked grin, and pulls Frank closer, hand wrapping around his chest, and leaning in for an enthusiastic half-kiss.
This is now...
They're in the middle of what had already been a draining set, and Frank is going crazy as usual. He's looking up at Gerard from his spot on the floor, watching Gerard as he tries to focus. Gerard is even more amazing when the crowd is negative, and oh, yeah, they're negative. He's grinning like crazy, nothing hiding his excitement.
The crowd is going crazy.
Frank jumps up from the floor and makes his way across the stage. This is why he's alive, he knows, as he thinks for a few moments about the next move. He listens to Gerard without even trying to, just focusing on the sensations. This is why they're all alive, he knows, he's lived it now.
He cuts Gerard off mid line, pressing their lips together in a messy awkward kiss.
That was then...
They are in the back of the still quite cramped tour bus, their eyes never leaving each other. Neither of them were 'romantics' so to say, but they both did know what these deep feelings meant.
Even now, when they were finally on top of the world, they still wanted just this.
"Come on guys, we've got five minutes to pack up!" Mikey's voice rings through the intense connection, but doesn't break it at all.
"Alright, alright," Gerard mumbles, a little bit annoyed.
"Hey, don't be so pouty, I'm yours for the night remember. A whole night, big hotel, this isn't over by far."
Gerard laughs at Frank's words and presses the guitarist into the seat of the bus, kissing him long and hard, ignoring the continuous pleas from the guys outside.
"I love you you know?" Frank says breathless, as he pulls back a little, shocked he's said it.
"Yeah, I do."
Gerard rushes out of the bus, helpful for once.
This is now...
They're in the back of the bus, half asleep, exhausted from the touring. Their eyes never left each others, as Frank leaned up against Gerard, looking worn out. Neither of them were 'romantics' so to say, but they did find it incredibly comforting to be like this.
Even now, when they just climbed higher, this was all they needed.
"Come on guys, we've got five minutes to pack up!" Mikey yells from somewhere to their side. Still, the connection isn't breaking. Never really has.
"Alright, alright," Gerard mumbles against Frank's ear, obviously annoyed.
"Hey don't be pouty. Not like getting off the bus is gonna break us apart," Frank laughs, holding even tighter to the arm next to him.
Gerard laughs at Frank's words and presses the guitarist down into the seat of the bus, kissing him deeply.
"I love you, you know?" Gerard says.
"Yeah I do. I love you too."
They both rush out of the bus to find Mikey looking annoyed. They laugh.