PrincessofPunk8, (snickers) Frank can lose all the control he wants on Gerard, nope, I would not complain :P Meh, I was happy w/ it. Thanks, hun.
Frerard Shots;
Chapter five/ 'Mirrors Can Be Assholes'
Rated; M/ L (some suggestiveness, self-consciousness)
Set-up; Mirrors can be complete assholes.
Gerard stared into the mirror, glancing up into his own eyes before down to his fingers as he raised up his shirt, exposing his belly and trailing the other hand's fingers over pale skin. He huffed, frowning at his pot belly. He almost flinched as he felt arms wrap around him, another set of fingers running over his belly so gently and a face nuzzling against his shoulder. He'd know those fingers anywhere, he'd know that body pressed against his and the owner of that hummed sigh.
Frank's eyes met his in the mirror. "Hello, gorgeous." He smiled.
"Ugh. Don't call me that." Gerard grimaced at his reflection, pulling his shirt back down and Frank knew what his issue was. Didn't have to ask.
"You've lost weight, y'know. And you are gorgeous, always have been, always will be."
"Not what the mirror says." The taller male said miserably, poking at his stomach.
"Mirrors are assholes." Frank muttered, giving Gerard a little squeeze. "Why take advice from a mirror?"
Gerard shook his head and followed Frank back into the room, plopping down on the bed and watching the other male fix his tie. He often wondered what Frank even saw in him, how could he even stand to fuck him. Frank was the fucking gorgeous one.. and Gerard was just.. Gerard.
Gerard sighed. He knew it was one of those crappy days. Everyone had them. It would pass as soon as he got to get back out on that stage and felt the energy from the crowd.
Frank looked over at the singer. Gerard was slumped forward, hands in his lap and head hung down, shorter strands of silky black hair fell in his face. His hazel eyes were fixed on a spot on the floor like that particular spot had all the answers to everything and all the knowledge in the world and Gerard's glare was just demanding it to tell him its secrets. Frank shook his head. Gerard just couldn't see what Frank and so many others saw. Maybe that was part of his appeal though. Gerard would go on stage and become Gerard, lead singer, but right now he was Gerard, awkward and self-conscious human being. The stage, the music, the crowd, it was his escape to become something else, to be free and careless. It was for Frank as well, for all of them.
They didn't have a show tonight, just a few interviews and appearances. Maybe a photoshoot. Hell if he knew, he had spaced out when their manager was yelling something about a schedule. Frank usually just followed Gerard. He'd follow Gerard everywhere, to the ends of the world. He probably figured one day he would be at the end of the world with Gerard anyway, the end would probably be their fault he often pondered. Frank snickered at that and fuck the show, tonight he'd make Gerard feel like a sex kitten anyway.
Frank stood in front of Gerard as he sat on the edge of that bed still, tilting Gerard's head up by his chin with two of his fingers and his thumb. Gerard looked up at him with those big ole eyes, shining green as cause of the expertly smudged black eye makeup surrounding them. Those pouty cherry lips of that beautiful lopsided mouth just begging to be sucked and kissed. Frank traced his thumb over those lips and Gerard almost twitched a smile before kissing that thumb.
"Mirrors are complete fucking assholes sometimes. They lie, stretch the truth or spread it too thin. They fuck up when lighting is being a bad influence on them and you end up with your makeup darker than you intended," Frank held a hand up when Gerard's mouth opened to speak and wonder about his own makeup. "It's perfect, you're perfect. Don't let any lowlife shitty mirror tell you otherwise." Frank leaned down to kiss him, taking his head in his hands and letting thumbs caress his cheeks. He pulled back and kissed his forehead. "Now tell me I'm gorgeous and say nice things about me, cuz I'm feeling short and scrawny today knowing there'll be others hitting on you and wanting to fuck you and I might have to beat them up."
Gerard cracked a laugh and Frank smiled. He wrapped his arms around Frank's waist, burying his face in his stomach and hoping he didn't wipe off his makeup- like Frank would care. "You're gorgeous.. amazing and talented, so sexy and strong and toned and good with your hands... you keep me sane." Gerard pulled back and took hold of Frank's hand, kissing those skilled fingers he loved so much. They knew how to touch him and play him as if he was Frank's guitar. Gerard rolled his eyes back up and slid his lips down over the first two fingers he singled out, sucking on them and fucking them with his mouth.
Frank shuddered, reaching forward to pet Gerard's hair back, giving it a sharp tug in the back. He felt his cock stir in his pants and reached up to loosen his tie. They still had some time, fuck tonight, he'd make Gerard feel like a slutty sex kitten right now.
I dunno, had to touch on self-esteem issues. I wanted to use mirrors, & Frank's point was that they couldn't always be trusted. Every pic I see of Gerard looking into a mirror, he simply looks gorgeous. I think he's beautiful. Eh, maybe inspired by bullshit I get sick of reading while scouring tumblr for pics. "Gerard is fat", blah blah blah. & maybe some of the other fanfic cliches.. Both boys are amazing. I still have mixed emotions about the last chp. I was kinda afraid of posting it anywhere, but at the same time I personally really liked it so I don't care.