"I dare you to kiss me" he breathed, he couldn't believe he was actually doing this, Gerard would say no, he would think Frank was weird he would-.
In that second every coherent thought was sucked from his mind when he felt a hand cup his cheek and lips crashing on his own.
He blinked a few times before closing his eyes and letting one hand roam on Gerard's side.
The kiss deepened when he felt Gerard's tongue press against his lips and he slightly parted them, a sweet taste filling his mouth.
His heart was beating so hard that he was afraid that it would pound right from his chest, he didn't care though; if that were to happen he'd die knowing that he got to kiss Gerard Way.
Gerard slowly pulled away and Frank opened his eyes again to see his friend staring at him wide eyed and insecure, after what just happened he could only smile "hi" he whispered, sure that he was blushing.
Gerard seemed to relax when he muttered a soft spoken "hey" back, smiling, and stroking Frank's cheek with his thumb.
For a moment neither said anything, they just looked at eachother with a newly found vision, Frank was ready to try if a second time would taste and feel just as great as the first time had done a few minutes earlier.
Right when he started to lean in though, he heard something stir next to the bed followed by a thump and a groan.
Both of them looked over the edge and saw that Mikey had managed to fall out of bed, he was awake now but looked sickly pale.

Suddenly Mikey jumped up and ran to the bathroom with one hand clasped firmly over his mouth.
Gerard sighed and got up from the bed to help his brother, Frank stayed on the bed, fidgeting with the itchy plaid that lay on top of the covers.
After a few minutes he heard the toilet flush and the two brothers came sauntering back into the room.
He got up and muttered something about taking the camping bed so Mikey could sleep in an actual bed, Gerard protested but he wouldn't hear anything of it, he just crawled under the blanket and tried to ignore the uncomfortable pillow.
They each mumbled some form of good night and when Gerard flicked off the light, they all went silent.

As soon as the bell rang Frank shoved his books into his backpack and hoisted it on one shoulder so he could make his way out of the class room as quick as possible.
It had been four days since he'd asked Gerard to kiss him, and since he got home on sunday not a word had been spoken between the two of them.

When he woke up on the stiff camping bed on sunday morning he'd glanced over at Mikey and Gerard who were peacefully asleep.
For a second he'd forgotten what happened before Mikey decided to fall out of bed and puke his guts out, but then it hit him; he had kissed Gerard.
He had kissed his best friend, suddenly the room felt too small and he'd simply gathered his things and left the room, careful not to wake either up.
When he'd gotten home he thought about it and what it may or may not have meant, friday had been confusing too when he woke up in Gerard's arms with a mild headache but still feeling content.

Over the past few days he had tried to talk about it with Gerard, he had typed out text messages which he never sent and when he would see him in the school hallways he'd almost walk over.
But a part of him was too afraid to do either or to pursue any other form of contact, and by avoiding Gerard he also had to avoid his other friends since he'd probably be hanging out with him.
This was the reason he practically ran to the library every lunch or free period like he was going to do now.

He walked past the history section and sat down in one of the big, comfortable chairs that were sprawled across the room.
It was in one of the corners and behind a large bookcase so no one was able to tell he was there unless they were wandering about which he doubted since it was pizza day in the cafeteria.
He grabbed his lunch from his backpack and started thinking about what had kept him so restless for the past couple of days; the way Gerard had looked at him when they pulled away.
For months now he'd been walking around with feelings that were all mixed up, he'd been able to hide it, to deny it and maybe even to forget about it.
On saturday all his inhibitions had been faded by the alcohol and the part of him that was mildly infatuated with Gerard took full control.
It felt like a milion things all at once, it was like current flowing from his toes to his brain to tell him that this was right where he wanted to be at that moment.

Despite the way Gerard had looked at him, eyes hazy from the alcohol but at the same time clear and curious as they stared and Frank.
He immediately pushed that thought away, Gerard liked tall, tanned model like guys and girls with sweet smiles and long hair.
Clearly he was neither, and in all honesty even if he was how would he even make a move on Gerard, hell he wasn't even sure if he wanted to.
It would ruin the dynamic in their group, it would ruin their friendship and who was he fooling, Frank Iero wasn't a guy who did relationships.
He played people, tricked them into falling for them with his sly smile and sweet words but in the end he never felt enough to keep playing pretend.

His friends had called him out on it multiple times for two years now, it wasn't entirely his fault, he really wanted to love those people or to atleast feel some sort of warmth that went beyond lust for them.
There had been one girl when he was 14, though it was only two and a half years ago he'd felt so much more like a child and his feelings for her had been sweet and innocent.
He knew it wasn't love but she still had him in tears when she dumped him.
After her there had been a guy who could've meant something more than a few hot make out sessions to him if he'd stuck around.
Then there was nothing for a long time, nothing until the trees were green again and heath struck the state of New Jersey in May.
From the day Mikey introduced them when Frank was still in freshman year he held a certain fascination for Gerard.
When he accepted that his friend wouldn't go against his insecurities he had accompanied him for the following days, learning so much more than he had in the more than two years they'd been best friends.
He never knew that just sitting next to a person could feel so good, not until he left for Florida with his parents and counted down the days for school to start so he could see if this time he was actually feeling something.

He'd seen Gerard and Mikey across the parking lot waiting for the rest and he had run up to them, hugging them both.
There were feelings, a whole bunch of them and it was fucking frightening because he couldn't believe that he managed to develop a crush on a person he'd been friends with for ages.
He didn't know if Gerard felt the same way, and he sure as hell wasn't going to ask him, thus the reason he didn't have the guts to talk to his best friend.
It was all way too complicated now and he sighed, it was time to get to his next class, with a bit of luck Mikey would be sitting next to Bob, he'd managed to sit alone by stumbling into the room just before the bell would ring for a few days now.

He packed his lunchbox back in his backpack right as the first bell rang and slowly got up.
His next class was near by and even at the sluggish pace at which he left the library he managed to get there in time, to find that the only empty desk was the one next to Mikey in the back of the class room.
Maybe Mikey wouldn't mention his absence from their usual lunch meetings or why he only texted back one or two word answers.
For the first few minutes he was in the clear but the moment their teacher turned her back to them he felt Mikey poke his arm "hey dude" he whispered.
"Hey" he wasn't even looking at Mikey but could feel his eyes burn into his side.
"Where the hell have you been" Mikey asked, poking, Frank again.
He decided that he might as well turn around and face Mikey when he answered, just so he wouldn't look like a totalshithead "just y'know, busy with school stuff".
Mikey looked completely unimpressed by this answer "yeah right, you're forgetting that I'm in most of your classes and I hardly have any homework".
Frank shrugged, what was he gonna say 'oh hi I think I'm starting to like your brother as more than a friend and I kinda wanna cuddle up with him and watch movies while we make out, but at the same time I don't because I'm a fucktard who doesn't do relationships'.
Of course he didn't say this out loud, and when he didn't say anything at all Mikey sighed "listen I know that after afterthat thing" they both quickly looked around them to make sure no one was listening to their conversation "that thing that happened things are kinda awkward between you and Gerard" he continued.
"But you can't keep ignoring all of us just because there is some tension between the two of you" Frank felt guilty now, he missed his friends too.
"Just think about it" Mikey muttered before he turned to the blackboard and hastily scribbled down the notes the teacher had chalked out.

The hour went by fairly quick and he actually managed to get some work done, when the teacher told them they could pack Mikey didn't say anything but instead walked up to Bob and whispered something in his ear.
He didn't think to much of it but instead of bolting out of the room he actually waited for his friends and was happy to see a smile on their faces when they saw him.

After the next two hours it was already time to go home and he walked out into the hallway with Bob, Mikey had a different class scheduled for that last hour so it had been just him and Bob.
"I need to grab something from my locker, are you coming" Bob asked, he didn't see why he shouldn't so he followed his friend.
"Hey isn't your locker on the third floor" Frank asked when they walked down the stairs instead of up, "nah I switched up with someone" Bob muttered.
In the hallway one floor down they found Mikey leaning against a door next to a bunch of lockers and staring intently at Bob.
Frank raised an eyebrow, the whole scenery looked a bit odd to him and it became even weirder when they were at the lockers and in three seconds Mikey and Bob joined forces to push him into the space the door belonged to.

"You fucking flaming pieces of shit open that god damn door" he yelled as he rammed against the wood that wouldn't give in.
"Frank? What the fuck is wrong with them" he heard a voice behind him huff, he knew who that voice belonged to and he almost didn't dare to turn around.
"Did they actually lock us in a fucking broom closet?" he turned around and asked, Gerard nodded and looked angry.
"Yes fucktards, and you ain't coming out until you've fixed whatever is wrong between the two of you because I'm doing sound at Danny's this weekend and I need all four of you there for moral support and shit" Bob said through the door.
They looked at eachother, for a second they forgot they were locked inside a small room that smelled like garbage "hm that's pretty awesome" Frank muttered.
Gerard kicked at a rag on the floor "yeah, 'suppose that we, y'know should talk things over" he mentioned.
"Alright, what happened on saturday, we were drunk, it was a game, if you want to we can just forget it ever happened and go on with our lives" Gerard sighed.
He could agree to this, they could pretend there wasn't anything either of them wanted to explore further but instead he reached out and rested his fingers on the side of Gerard's arm "yeah we could, but I'm not sure I can forget a kiss that good Way".
Gerard raised his eyebrows "you thought I was good, you're not just saying that because" he asked with disbelief that made Frank chuckle.
"Yes doofus, it was great" he whispered with a grin on his face, Gerard inched closer and Frank backed up against the wall.
He now let his hand roam on Gerard's side "really fucking fantastic" his voice barely audible while he stared at Gerard.
He let his other hand travel up to tangle his fingers in Gerard's hair as he pulled his face closer, he couldn't believe he was actually doing this but again the part of him that had a raging crush on Gerard overtook his common sense.

When Gerard's forhead was leaning against his own he suddenly felt some resistance "Frank wait" he heard him sigh.
"Don't you wanna-" Frank asked with little sound, Gerard cut him off "I want to, I really do, but I need to ask you something".
He nodded "please be honest, I just need to know, do you feel something two, I mean between the two of us, different than before" Gerard asked, stumbling over the words.
"Yeah for a while now" he whispered, almost embarrassed to admit it, "since y'know when we hung out at the lake" he said and watched Gerard's eyes go wide with surprise.
"M-me too" he muttered, Frank didn't know what to say, so he went what with felt right to do and crashed his lips against Gerard's.
This time they were both completely sober and he could swear that it was even better than it had been saturday.

For a brief moment he let his tongue slip between Gerard's lips before he pulled away "so where do we go from here" he asked shyly.
Gerard snaked an arm around his waist and pulled his body a little closer "I don't know but I think that this is good to start off with, fuck I can't believe I'm saying this, I'm not making an idiot out of myself am I" he rambled.
Frank smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth "no you're not geek, but you'd be okay with it if we weren't anything for now" he spoke softly.
"Nothing exclusive" Gerard asked and he nodded in reply.
"To be honest, I don't know what is going on inside my head right now, so yeah, nothing exclusive would be nice" Gerard smiled.
Frank grinned at him "doesn't mean we can't kiss y'know, every now and then" he said.
Gerard tugged on him a little "I'll gladly take you up on that offer, as long as it's not in some nasty ass broom closet, c'mon let's tell them that we worked everything out".
He stepped forward with Gerard right behind him and pushed the doorhandle down, expecting some force, when there wasn't any he carfully pushed against the door and it opened easily.

They stepped out into the hallway but Mikey and Bob where nowhere to be found "hey look at this" Gerard said as he picked up a piece of paper
We're out for a smoke, meet u in the lot it read in scratchy letters, "motherfuckers" Gerard and Frank muttered in unison before looking at eachother's angry faces and bursting out in laughter.
"C'mon let's find the douchebags, they owe us a smoke" Frank said, nodding towards te exit.