Oh Baby Let Me In.

Frank wasn’t used to getting rejected. He always got what he wanted. Okay not necessarily always but still. It'd been a while since he'd been this upset and he knew for sure he needed to go out for the night even if meant going against Gerard's stupid wishes about getting clean.
The more his liking towards Gerard grew the booze and weed became less and less and yes as much as he hated to admit it, his psychologist did indeed make a positive effect in his stubborn mind and now all of that was going to be a big waste because tonight he needed to stop thinking about Gerard and the way he practically yelled at him to leave the other day.

"Hey Iero, haven't seen you around in a while, what can I get ya for tonight?"
"Dude um I totally forgot your name cause I'm drunk.. it’s Adam right? No its um Jimmy right? Wait who even cares? Gimmie some Daniel's and hurry it up."
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"Frank?"
"Who are you? And wait how the hell do you know my name?"
"Bathroom--"
"I'm not sucking off anyone tonight. Go find someone else to do that."
"But I haven't seen you in a while.. miss your soft little lips"
"Fuck off. My lips are fuckin reserved."
"Oh yeah? For who?"
"For someone way out of my damn league."

Things were not going according to plan. He went out to drink for a specific reason to forget and yet he couldn't. Things like Gerard's stupid laugh or the way they both sometimes blushed when they happened to make skin on skin contact with a simple hand movement or gesture raced his mind and fuck it Frank knew where he needed to go.
He was drunk but not entirely to the point where he was going pass out. He knew where he was heading and that’s all that mattered even if he did lose his balance a couple of times.
During one session, Frank had gotten there early hoping to spend more time with his favorite psychologist but the man was nowhere to be found and his office door was open so Frank saw it as a perfect chance to snoop around. He grinned like an elementary school kid would when they were rewarded with candy when he found Gerard's address on some identification card in one of the desks top drawers. He ripped a piece of paper out of one of Gerard’s notebooks and wrote down the address quickly before stuffing it into his wallet and leaving the office to wait in the waiting room.


Frank held the piece of paper tight in his hand as he knocked on Gerard's apartment door. His heart was beating out of his chest. The booze felt like it was going to start it’s toll and Frank prayed to god-- or whoever's up there laughing at all of our shitty lives-- that he would not throw up or do something that he'd regret later.
He tried to calm himself as the door knob turned and the door cracked slightly open.
"What are you doing here?" Gerard asked in a hushed tone.
"I just came here to talk and I'm kinda drunk so-"
Gerard pulled Frank in and shut the door. As soon as they were in Gerard made Frank sit down on one of the couches.
“Hope I didn’t disturb you.” Frank said beginning to feel the insides of his stomach do flips. If god really existed he would not let Frank puke. Not in Dr. Ways house.
“You better have a good reason to be here.” Gerard said leaning against the door frame that led into the living room where Frank was sat.
The young boy didn’t hesitate. “I like you a lot and –-- holy fuck im gonna-- gonna hurl.” Reflexively his hand shot up to his mouth and Gerard started panicking saying “Do not puke on my couch! Bathrooms to the right of the hallway, first door. Go, go, go!” Frank was thankful the hallway wasn't far. He opened the bathroom door quickly and dropped to his knees in front of the toilet grabbing onto the bowl for support. He puked up what came out and breathed heavily while flushing the toilet. He heard the sound of footsteps.
“Don’t you dare come in.” Frank said not wanting to be seen like this.
Gerard still came in and kneeled beside the younger boy. His hand comfortingly goings to Franks back to rub it softly.
“I told you not to come in, I still feel like I’m gonna puke.” Frank said quietly.
“Then puke.” The man said just as quietly.
He groaned inwardly and threw up again. At least time this time it was a little more comforting with someone rubbing circles on his back but that still didn’t help any of his embarrassment.
"Aren't you going to scold me?" the younger boy finally asked wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and sitting back on the tile floor.
“No although I should call your parents to let them know where you are.” Gerard said sitting back too.
“Nah, they probably won’t care. I’ve showed up home past sunrise lots of times before. Tonight’s no different.” Absentmindedly Gerard began stroking Frank’s hair. Frank leant in to the touch and let his head rest on Gerard’s chest and then the horrifying thought came in to his mind. Oh god his breath probably reeked.
“Hey do you have mouthwash or a spare toothbrush or something cause I don’t want to turn you off?” Nope scratch that. “Gerard could I um clean up a little?”

Once Frank cleaned up he did one last breath check before slipping out the bathroom and walking over to the living room. Thankfully Gerard had a bottle of mouthwash which meant god really did exist. The room was empty. He heard noise coming from the kitchen, he assumed, and entered finding Gerard making coffee.
“You drink right?” Gerard asked as he turned around to face Frank.
“Yeah but um isn’t it a little late for that?” It’s nearly about to be midnight. Frank thought to himself.
“Never question an addict’s bad habit.” The man said,his lips curving into a slight grin.

They drank their coffee in a comfortable silence both of them leaning against the kitchens counter. Frank was thankful his stomach was back to it’s old self. He also realized Gerard was in his painting clothes. He had some old ragged batman pants on and a plain white shirt covered with paint. This was the first time he’d seen his psychologist out of his work clothes and he wanted his eyes to take it all in.
Frank finished his cup first and set it down on the counter. “Gerard?”
“Hmm?”
“You didn’t forget what I said before I threw up right?”
“No.” Gerard said setting down his cup beside him.
“Good.” Frank found himself invading Gerard’s personal space. He placed his hands on the counter to keep the older man from moving.
“Are you still drunk?”
"Not really.” Frank murmured placing his lips on to Gerard’s which were still moving because he was trying to speak. He ended up giving up and kissing back when the younger boy pressed his body closer causing them to make an “oh” sound.

Somehow they managed to get to Gerard’s room which was dark and obviously messy. Frank pushed them towards the bed and straddled Gerard once his butt touched the mattress.He shamelessly began rubbing himself off on Gerards dick with clothes on and everything.
“Are you gonna let me spend the night?” Frank asked breathing hard.
“Yeah—Oh fuck yeah.” Gerard answered back as he felt a hand wrap around his cock. “I uh like-- like you a lot too.”