Cute Little Idiot (Ferard)

More Than Friends?

Text Messages Between Frank And Gerard:
Gerard: 1761 Woodbine Drive.
Frank: Okay cool, be over later on.
Gerard: Be aware,my family is pretty quiet, don't be offended when they don't speak much.
Frank : Okay,I'm used to it.
Gerard: see you later.
Frank: On the way over.
Franks POV

I got my bags together and headed out. "Be back tomorow mom." I called as I closed the door.

I drove down a lot of back roads with old looking houses,a very quiet area. When I pulled up to the house Gerard was on the porch with Mikey. The house was huge and really nice on the outside.

"Hey." Said Gerard cheerily as he led me to the porch. "Hey." I said back with a little less cheer.I was happy to be there but I was adjusting.

"It's really nice here, the house matches your personality." Gerard smiled up at me and did something I had never seen him do, blush.

"Thanks." He said as we stepped inside of the home. The living area was huge, a wooden floor,fireplace,white walls and ceilings,pictures of family membors lined the walls,couches,marble coffee table,and a tannish bookshelf. The house was beautiful. Gerard led me down a staircase into a brightly lit basement/bedroom.

There was a set of steps that led to a platform with a pretty big bed,artwork hanging on the walls in frames,amazing art. Two bookshelfs painted black and a stereo system took up one wall. The other wall had a dresser,mirror,desk,and a shelf full of art supplies. The walls were coffee colored and the room smelled like vanilla.

Damn,nice room. "Just make yourself at home," Said Gerard taking a seat on the leather couch under the staircase that we had just taken. I sat down beside him and he motioned to a TV set, "We can watch a movie if you'd like?" Gerard put in The Shining and we watched silently.

Being next to him I felt this spark,or energy,like lust but much more. When I worked up the nerve I grabbed Gerard by the wrist pulled him closer and pressed my lips against his. He gasped and took a moment to respond, next he put his hand on the back of my neck pulling me closer. Then pulling me into his lap,our waists pressed against each other and hands placed firmly on each others neck.

He became a bit more excited with it, first lightly pulling my hair,then biting my lip and pulling harder. I was just about to moan when we heard footsteps on the stairs above us. I pulled away by pushing on his chest and made it to my seat as his mother turned the corner.