Frank opened his eyes to the sound of someone stumbling up the stairs. He sat up with a start, rubbing his eyes in confusion. The red glow of the clock told him it was 2:32 am. “When did I fall asleep?” he muttered. Mikey was asleep too. It took Frank a moment to fully remember what had happened.
Then he heard the sound of someone falling in the hallway.
“Fuck!”
Frank got up and left the room. Gerard was sitting up on the ground, drunk, clearly trying to register what had just happened. “You fell.” Frank explained.
Gerard shut his eyes and tilted back his head. “I’m drunk.” He laughed.
“No shit, Sherlock.”
Frank reached out to help Gerard up, and then jumped back. Gerard smelled like beer, smoke, cigarettes, and sweat, and the smell made Frank sick to his stomach. Gerard also looked disgusting- his hair was greasier than usual, his eyes bloodshot and his face puffy. He kept a stupid little smile on his face, with his eyes half closed. Frank forced himself to help Gerard back up.

“Come on, you’re taking a shower.” Frank said. Gerard didn’t move.
“No, I’m not.” He pouted, like a little kid. Frank sighed impatiently.
“You’re drunk and you smell disgusting- that’s a perfect reason for you to take a shower. Nowcome on.”
Defiantly, Gerard crossed his arms over his chest. Frank exhaled and then grabbed a handful of Gerard’s hair, dragging him up.
“Ow, fucking, ow, stop it! Let go! Fucking- stop it!” Gerard slapped at Frank’s hands, forcing Frank to let go. He stumbled back and Frank turned back around.
“Come on, Gee. For me?” he asked.
Gerard paused and then obediently took Frank’s hand and let Frank lead him to the bathroom. He sat back, with eerie detachment, as Frank turned on the shower, testing to make sure the water was warm enough. When he was done, Frank got a couple of towels and then turned to Gerard.
“Come on, Gerard.”
Gerard was lying on the ground, hugging himself tightly. He was shaking, a lot, as if he were really cold. Startled by it, Frank gently reached over and touched Gerard’s arm.
“Come on, it’s okay.” He said. “Let’s go.”
Gerard didn’t move. Finally, Frank moved ahead and helped Gerard take off his clothes, except for his shirt and boxers, and then led Gerard to the shower. Gerard leaned his head against the shower wall, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck.
Frank took off his shirt and then got in next to Gerard. Gently, he put his hand on Gerard’s cheek.
“You okay?” he asked.
Gerard opened his mouth, and then closed it. He opened his eyes and looked at Frank. “No.” he finally said. “I don’t feel so good.”
“Well, you’re probably sick.” Frank reasoned. When Gerard didn’t respond, he said “Come on, it’s okay. You can go to bed after this.”
The water was nice and warm, but it was too humid. Frank felt like he could barely breathe. At the last moment, he decided to wash Gerard’s hair. Gerard didn’t say anything, or even indicate that he realized what was going on. With that same detachment, he wrapped his arms around himself, rocking back and forth, his eyes focused on the floor. Finally, Frank turned off the shower and got up. He dried himself off and then brought back a towel for Gerard. Childlike, Gerard sat still and let Frank wrap the towel around him and led him to his bedroom.
“Come on, you should get changed.” Frank said. “It’s not good to sit around in wet clothes.”
Gerard didn’t say anything. He fell back onto his bed. After a moment, Frank turned and looked through Gerard’s drawers for some clothes. At last, he found a pair of sweatpants and walked back to Gerard.
“Come on, get changed.” He said. “Then I’ll let you go to bed.”
After much coaxing, he finally managed to get Gerard to sit up and let him change his shirt. When Frank finished, Gerard suddenly put his arms around Frank, pressing his head on Frank’s shoulder.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Frank asked gently. He hesitated just a moment before hugging Gerard back.
“I’m just…I’m…I don’t know.” Gerard mumbled.
Gerard pulled out and they looked at each other for a moment, and before Frank could realize what was going on, Gerard suddenly kissed him.
Gerard locked his arms tighter around Frank’s neck, kissing his lips, his cheeks, his neck, all so quickly Frank couldn’t even think, let alone respond. Frank might have whimpered, but he wasn’t sure. The very second he tried to say something, Gerard quickly found his lips again, blocking out any possible speech. Back down again, suddenly all over his face, on his head, through his hair, Gerard kept kissing anything he could find, as if discovering it for the first time, Frank frozen, unable to respond, as Gerard went, down his neck, on his shoulder, up again, resting his head slightly to catch a breathe when suddenly, without realizing it, Frank kissed him back, both of them finding each others’ lips, and then falling back onto the bed.
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Frank opened his eyes. 'Where am I?' he thought groggily. He slowly sat up, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, when he felt someone shift beside him in the bed. A sinking feeling came into his stomach. He turned around and saw Gerard sleeping beside him. Suddenly, everything that happened that night came back to him.
"Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Frank quickly got out of the bed, quickly looking for his clothes. Gerard's asleep, he's drunk, I can just leave and pretend that nothing happened. He'll think that he dreamed it and-
"Frankie?" a voice called.
Frank spun around, nearly falling over. Gerard was still half asleep, sticking his hand out in search of Frank. He opened his eyes a little more.
"Frankie? Where'd you go?" His voice trembled. Against his better judgment, Frank reached out and took his hand.
"I'm right here." he said. Gerard managed to give him a sleepy smile.
"Stay here."
"I will."
Frank got back under the covers next to Gerard. Gerard reached out and pulled Frank closer to him, enjoying the warmth he felt from it.
Frank interlocked his fingers gently with Gerard's. The feeling he had just moments before, the feeling that this was wrong and how he had to go, were all gone. It didn't feel wrong at all. It felt just right.
Gently, he leaned forward and pressed his lips on Gerard's forehead, before lying his head besides Gerard's. Gerard smiled again and slowly closed his eyes. Frank put his arm around Gerard, watching the steady breathing of his chest until Gerard slowly fell asleep. His face was so calm, peaceful. Frank was ready to get up and leave, but something kept him from leaving. Something made him keep his arms tight around Gerard and stay there, with their heads pressed against each other, as they both slept.

Notes

Okay, background story time! Initially, I wrote this story and showed it to my best friend (who actually has an account here BoomerDog0- she basically wrote my favorite exchange of diolouge between Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross ever) and I left her with this paragraph instead of the first half of this scene:
Dear Alex./Kobra Kid
I am not writing a sex scene. I thought long and hard about it and decided: no. I am a heterosexual 15 year old female virgin. I am not going to write a homosexual sex scene. Frankie sleeps over at Mikey's. Both fall asleep and Gerard comes in drunk. Frankie wakes up and takes Gerard back to his room and Gerard starts kissing him and bam, they have sex. That's all I'm saying to touch on it. Got it? Good. Love, Julie
But, after some thinking, I decided to try and write one for you guys. FOR YOU I DO IT ALL FOR YOU SO FEEL SPECIAL!!!!! Anyhow, not my first smut scene, but my first between two guys. This actually isn't very graphic, nor is there really any mention of it, as I am just realizing, but whatever. I tried to write more for you guys. Meh.