Author: Meera Flame
Rating: PG-13
POV: Third
Summary: Naked pillow-fight, FTW!!!
Disclaimer: I play guitar in My Chemical Romance and I'm such an awful liar.
A/N: Feedback is highly appreciated and con-crit is welcomed. Please enjoy.
His short, dark bangs was brushed away from his sleeping face, only to reveal more of that pale, beautiful skin. Skilful fingers went down his naked chest, caressing the soft skin there. Smooth kisses were placed all over his face; temple, eyelids, nose, cheeks, chin and finally, the mouth. His naked body was being touched by the gentle hands of his lover, Gerard Arthur Way.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” the owner of that beautiful voice told him. The fingers went down to his thighs, the thumb stroking his inner thigh softly, and a small kiss was again dropped upon his shining lips. “Have I ever told you how much I love you, Frankie?” the dark haired man continued, and Frank opened his eyes.
“You say it at least five times a day, Gee,” came the muffled reply and Frank dug his head into the pillow. “I love you too and all, you know that. But I want nothing of that Valentine s**t. I want my sleep.”
“Aww, Frank. C’mon, don’t be such a kill-joy! I’ve been up since 5 am, decorating our apartment with hearts and stuff, and now you tell me you want nothing of it?” Gerard put on a pout, and Frank obviously went for it.
Frank sat up in the bed and gave Gerard’s cheek a quick stroke. “Oh, Gerard, I’m so—” But before he could finish, Gerard was rolling around in bed, almost dying of laughter.
“The look on your face!” Gerard laughed, and kicked Frank in the side by accident.
“You my friend!” Frank shrieked and slammed his pillow in Gerard’s face, “are in big trouble!” With that said, he hauled himself on top of Gerard, slamming his pillow several times in his lover’s face.
Still laughing, Gerard hooked his legs around Frank’s waist and started to roll. It didn’t take long before both men were lying on the floor, nothing separating their naked bodies.
“You little ********,” Frank said, a little out of breath. “Get off me.”
Gerard, who was on top of Frank refused to move. “Not until you wish me a Happy Valentine’s Day, Shithead.”
“I said I wanted nothing off it,” Frank said, trying to push Gerard off, but with no luck.
“Then I’m not moving,” Gerard smirked, grinding his hips down, and making Frank groan.
“Fine,” Frank growled. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetcheeks,” he continued in a highly ironic voice.
“That’s my boy,” Gerard said, kissing Frank’s nose. “Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, by the way. And did I mention that I love you?”
Frank sighed. So maybe he wasn’t a man of romance, but why shouldn’t he enjoy this day with the person he loved as everyone else?
So instead of pushing his lover away, he brought his face down towards his own and kissed him softly before saying, “God, I love you too.”
