Gerard walked into the room to see Frank slumped on the couch, bag of crisps in one hand, and the t.v remote in the other. He walked over un-enthusiastically and threw himself down on the sofa next to Frank. He sighed loudly and slid further down the sofa so that his chin was pressed up against his chest. Frank continued to stare at the t.v screen, not acknowledging his friend that had made the effort to join him in his Friday night entertainment.
"You alright?" Gerard asked, not really caring for his answer, just wanting to make conversation. Frank grunted in reply, and Gerard realised he was getting nowhere and would have to try more extreme gestures. He swiftly flung himself over Frank, snatched the t.v remote from his hand, and before Frank had even realized what was going on, pressed the little red button at the top of the remote so that the little black box that was mindlessly consuming Mr. Iero flickered to a halt.
"Hey! I was watching that!" Frank whined.
"No you weren't, you were mindlessly staring at a piece of shit because you have nothing else to do." Gerard concluded with an arrogant tone.
"How the fuck do you know?"
"You don't think I can tell what you're thinking by now? We've been touring for years, Frank."
Frank merely rolled his eyes in reply and went back to stuffing his face with the crisps he held in his left hand.
"Fuck! Will you guys keep it down in there, some of us are trying to get some sleep." A voice called from the distance, Gerard immediately recognised to be Ray. "Sorry, Toro." He called in reply, whilst Frank merely sniggered childishly at the thought of keeping the older guitarist awake.
"Missin' Jamia?" Gerard tried to make conversation again, still not succeeding but this time managing to strike some sort of interest into Frank's eyes. He gave a sort of half smile, but with a melancholy look in his eyes also. "Still, not like you're not gettin' any action here, right?" Gerard playfully nudged Frank and gave him a slight wink.
"Gerard, can we not talk about that now please." Frank added, scanning the room for any trace of people that could be eavesdropping. "We're married now, Gerard. We both have kids! This shouldn't still be happening..."
"It should have never been happening in the first place, but I thought that was the whole point of all this?" Gerard refused to let there be a serious air to the conversation, nudging at Frank's sides every now and again and letting off a seductive grin. Frank just sighed and returned to staring into space. "Geez, what's gotten into you Frankie?" Gerard added playfully, and slipped an arm around Frank's waist. Frank tried to shrug him off but Gerard wasn't. letting him get away with it that easily, he pulled Frank closer into him and finally Frank gave in with a sigh and turned his body into Gerard's, placing his head on his shoulder and his hand on Gerard's thigh.
"There we go." Gerard smiled and nuzzled into Frank's mop of thick black hair. Frank adjusted his position a little so he was more comfortable and let out another sigh.
"Hey, are you going to tell me what's wrong, or will I have to beat it out of you?" Gerard playfully suggested. Frank didn't laugh along or even grin like he usually does at Gerard's joke, he just stared forward, lost in a world of his own.
".... Frank?" Gerard asked, and tilted Frank's head up to meet his eyes. He noticed a strange solemn look on Frank's face and immediately his stomach started to tie itself in knots. He knew is was probably nothing, but he still couldn't stand the thought of Frank being upset. His mind started to swim with possibilities, starting off with small assumptions then progressing until he was having a full-blown nightmare in the middle of the day, where he was wide awake staring into Frank Iero's eyes.
"Hmm, it's nothing..." Frank finally answered after a few minutes of thinking; which neither of them seemed to realize they were doing.
"it's Jamia, isn't it?"
They both knew the answer to this question. Undoubtedly, Frank had his very obvious reasons to be feeling the way he did, after all he and Gerard were both married and had children of their own, yet their "relationship" if you could even call it that; that they had whilst touring just didn't seem to play on Gerard's mind like it did Frank.
Maybe it's because Gerard had less children than Frank that the feeling of guilt didn't swell up inside his stomach as much, but whatever it was, Frank just couldn't escape it any longer. He felt guilty, unfaithful, immature and unclean. He could barely look Jamia in the eye anymore, because whenever he did, images of the nights he and Gerard spent together would constantly flash up.
Though this touring relationship with Gerard was rather taxing when he was at home, Frank still didn't want to be apart from Gerard. Not now, not ever.
He missed Gerard whenever he was at home, and didn't think he could handle breaking it off. He thought long and hard about him and Gerard; he did this quite a lot. When he finally came to some sort of conclusion in his head, stupid or not, he looked into Gerard's eyes, gave a slight smile and then simply concluded the conversation with "I don't see why we would be talking about her here; my home life and my touring life are two completely different things and I'd like them to stay that way."
Gerard let out a long breath, "fair enough then." He smiled exhaustedly and turned his head so he was facing Frank again. "You wanna go find some privacy?" Gerard smirked, seeing his proposal settling well with Frank.
"Sure." Frank answered with a smile. He then took Gerard's hand, and they both left the small tour bus they were currently living on, and went to find somewhere a little more private, away from judging eyes and unimpressed family members.
Ofcourse, Mikey had known about Frank and Gerard's relationship all along, though he still refused to take it as pure fact. Frank would often catch Mikey glaring at him from across the breakfast table any time him and Gerard were even remotely flirty. Gerard didn't seem to mind, he just shrugged it off and acted even worse, sometimes completely forgetting what little table manners he had just to seduce Frank.
None of the other band members knew what was going on, which was very surprising. Even their manager, Brian was completely clueless about the two's not-so-secret- relationship. They thought that their constant showing of affection toward eachother was merely there way of emphasising their point about homophobia. They all ofcourse agreed that this was taking it a little far, but none of them had outright complained, so Frank and Gerard had never outright tried to hide their feelings.
There wasn't many places for Frank and Gerard to spend time alone when they were on tour. The bus was cramped and they would always be within hearing distance of someone, whether it be part of the band or part of the crew. So when Gerard and Frank needed some alone time, and they weren't stopping at a motel then they needed to take more drastic measures.
Gerard pulled Frank along by the hand and walked around the back of the bus. He looked around for a while, seeing if there was anywhere they could go before he spotted an abandoned porta-loo tucked just out of sight when you were looking out of the tour bus window.
"Over here" he called, and dragged Frank with him.
"Classy" Frank commented, and let Gerard pull him into the cramped toilet before shutting the door behind them.
"Eugh, it stinks in here!" Frank took his hand out from Gerard's and squeezed his nose so as to stop the smell from entering his nostrils.
"No shit, Sherlock." Gerard said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.
Gerard moved in to kiss Frank, and directed his hands to Frank's belt. Frank shuddered under his touch and turned his cheek to Gerard just as his lips were about to make contact.
"Hey," Gerard said, furrowing his brow. "Look at me" he softly placed a hand on the side of Frank's face and turned his head so their eyes would meet once again. "You're not into this?" He gestured at the not-so-elegant scenery around them, not that there was any room to gesture since the cubicle was so small.
"Is anyone?" Frank laughed, "not to sound all holier than thou, Gerard, but I'm an uptown girl, and this downtown shit ain't gonna cut it for me." Frank joked and managed to muster up a giggle from Gerard, too. "No seriously though, I don't want to do this here... It'll make me feel cheap. Well, cheaper than I already feel."
Gerard's head shot up so he could look Frank in the eyes again. "You feel cheap?" He asked, his brows knitted in concern. "Frankie, you know I'd never want you to feel like that, and you say the word and we can stop this straight away. You can go back to Jamia without all this on your mind... You'd probably be happier that way."
Frank's stomach churned, he hated it when Gerard talked like that. Gerard was supposed to be the one convincing Frank to continue with the relationship, that it's just a bit of fun and it doesn't mean anything. Even though they both knew it did.
"No Gerard! I don't want to stop this... I don't ever want to stop this. I'm just being selfish, I can't have it both ways... I can't be a loyal husband and a good father, and have you when I'm not at home..."
Gerard just looked at Frank, his eyes probing him to go on.
Frank sighed. "I don't know... I think I just feel cheap feeling like we're just having sex for the sake of it. Its not like it used to be, when we'd wait weeks until we got a hotel then spend all night together... Now its just like we'll have a quick fuck whenever we can just because we feel like we need to."
Gerard nodded in agreement. "Okay Frankie, I see what you're saying. Actually, Brian said that we'll be stopping off in a hotel in a couple of days... So how about we both hold on until then, and make it magical, just like old times?" One side of Gerard's mouth tugged up in a sexy smile, and then the other side followed to become a full on beam when Frank nodded in agreement and started to smile himself. Gerard leaned forward and placed a quick small kiss on Frank's lips before opening the door of the toilet and letting them both scramble out of the small, un-hygienic cubicle and fill their lungs with the fresh air.
They walked back to the bus together but decided to enter at separate times to avoid suspicion. Mikey still raised an eyebrow at each of them from behind his coffee cup when they walked in anyway but that wasn't a big deal. It was getting pretty late by now and the sun was just starting to go down so all they had left to do of that night was eat and sleep. Things went pretty smoothly for the rest of the night, and only did it get weird when Frank got caught by Brian climbing into Gerard's bunk later that night because he had a nightmare. Frank simply turned around to look at him and stuttered "I-I-I had a bad dream." And then climbed in bed with Gerard. Brian didn't seem too bothered by it and left it at that, retreating to the other bus where he slept along with the rest of the crew.
The show the next night went off without a hitch, and Frank managed to get rid of yet another tour drummer by throwing himself at him mid-song, which resulted in the drummer getting up half way through the concert and quitting. Man, these new drummers sure weren't as tolerant as Bob was. He never liked the last guy anyway. At this rate they seemed to be going through drummers as fast as the Way brothers went through packs of cigarettes.
"You really need to lay off the drummers, Frankie." Ray said as they were leaving the stage. "At this rate there won't be any left because they'll all be too scared to play with you." Frank snorted in laughter and shook his head. "Oh Toro, you know I didn't like that guy in the first place... None of us did." Ray smiled and finally nodded his head in agreement. "We could always get one of the kids to fill in anyway, I'm sure there's some talent out there." He said gesturing to the crowd of fans slowly starting to disperse just around the corner, pressed up against the stage.
Frank bumped into Gerard outside a few minutes later chatting with some fans. "Hey" Frank grinned as he stepped behind Gerard and covered his eyes whilst a fan was in the middle of taking a picture. "Talk about a photobomb" He winked at the girl holding the camera.
"Frank." Gerard nodded in acknowledgement whilst trying to sign a girl's shaking arm. He lifted his head up, pushed his sunglasses further up his nose a little more and turned to face Frank. "Well done at getting rid of yet another drummer, Frankie" he said with a half-joking half-serious tone to his voice. The girls beside them giggled as Frank made a face behind Gerard's back. Gerard carried on "I mean did you guys see that? The way he just threw himself at the poor guy! I mean I-"
"Gerard!" Brian popped his head around the back door of the venue. "We've gotta get going now, come on."
"Oh alright then, I'll be there in a second" he replied. "Well it looks like we've gotta go now, thanks a lot for coming! We love you guys." Gerard and Frank both hugged the small group of fans goodbye and started walking towards the bus together.
"So umm, tomorrow's Sunday... We have a day off, that means hotel day right?" Frank pointed out.
"Yeah I guess it does" Gerard replied, a grin tugging at the sides of his mouth.
*
They arrived at the hotel at around 3 o'clock the next afternoon. Frank was practically shaking with anticipation of the long night ahead of him. The rest of the band were all set on getting to their rooms and getting some sleep, probably hours worth if the could. Frank and Gerard had no such plans.
They decided to go to their separate rooms first to avoid suspicion, and then they were going to text eachother their room numbers and meet up. Frank was handed a key-card with the number 252 on it and he begrudgingly went up the stairs to find his room. Honestly, Frank just wanted to rip Gerard's clothes off right then and there, he couldn't be bothered with the waiting, but that was the deal they made so he climbed the stairs as quickly as possible so he could get to see Gerard sooner. He found the way to his room, which was located directly opposite Mikey's room, typical. He just about caught Mikey letting himself in to his own room when he reached the top of the stairs. At least Mikey hadn't seen him also, so he would have no idea that it was Frank staying opposite him making all the noises that were keeping him awake.
Frank opened the door to his room and dumped his bag on the bed. He had a double bed all to himself and the room was decorated in the generic hotel shades of purple and white. He lay on the bed for a while waiting for Gerard to text. His eyelids were just starting to feel heavy when all of a sudden:
BEEP!
He picked up his phone: "room 514. ready when u r ;) G xo"
He leapt off the bed and practically flew to the door, shutting it as quietly as he could to avoid waking Mikey, and then sprinted up 3 flights of stairs so he came face to face with Gerard's door.
Suddenly he started to panic, what if Gerard thought he was weird for getting to the door so quickly, What if Gerard got mad at him for being late, what if this was all a joke... Frank's heart was beating scarily fast. He knew none of this was true, and it was just him being paranoid but he had to admit that he was actually pretty nervous.
He took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock on the door exactly five times. He's not sure why he did this but Gerard seemed to appreciate it because within three seconds he heard the faint: "come in Frankie!" From the other side of the door, and suddenly, just from hearing Gerard's voice all Frank's worries were calmed and he just grabbed the handle and yanked the door open.
Gerard was lying on his bed flicking through the channels on the tv. Frank raised his eyebrows questioningly and walked inside of the room, shutting the door tightly behind him.
"Hi" he said nervously
"Hey" Gerard answered confidently as always, and gave Frank a little smirk. "Come sit on the bed with me."
Frank wandered over to the bed and sat down gingerly. Gerard extended an arm and pulled Frank towards him so that they were both lying on the bed and Gerard had his arm around Frank.
Frank nuzzled into Gerard's neck, breathing him in and closing his eyes so he could bask in Gerard's aroma. Gerard continued watching the T.V. And Frank looked up at him, asking him a question with his eyes.
"I figured we have all night, so we might as well relax and watch some T.V. First" Gerard clarified.
Frank was unimpressed at Gerard's proposal but he didn't complain, he couldn't complain sitting so comfortably and so close to Gerard.
After a few minutes of watching mindless television, Frank started to get a little restless and got up to go to the bathroom. He didn't actually need to use the toilet, he just wanted to stand up for a bit, check that he was still looking presentable for Gerard and then try and psyche himself up a little more.
He stood in the bathroom mirror for a few minutes, running his hands through his hair and even splashing water in his face at one point to wake himself up more. He eventually left the bathroom and was about to go back to sitting on the bed next to Gerard when he noticed a stray hair sticking up, and moved towards the mirror on the opposite side of the room to fix it. He kept pressing it down but then it would automatically spring back up, and after a while he started to get frustrated.
He was concentrating so hard in getting his hair to look right that he didn't even notice Gerard get up off the bed to come and stand behind him. He only acknowledged Gerard's presence when he slipped his arms around Frank's waist from behind and then rested his head on his shoulder so that he could see both of their faces in the mirror.
Frank froze at the sudden contact with Gerard again, he didn't know why he was so nervous; they had done this a thousand times before. But somehow this time seemed different... Like it could be their last time, or their first time. In a way, he felt like it was their first time, their first time as this being something completely new, not just a fling, but something more than that, something meaningful.
Frank gazed up at the mirror just in time to see Gerard turn his head to whisper "you're beautiful." Into Frank's ear, and then start placing small kisses along his neck.
He kept kissing Frank's neck, sometimes sucking on the tender flesh there, and then gradually started to move his way upwards, kissing along Frank's jaw line and then ending up nibbling on Frank's ear lobe.
Frank turned around so he was now facing Gerard, he gazed into Gerard's eyes and ran his hands through his vibrant red hair.
Gerard moved forward, so their foreheads were pressed together, their lips so close yet so far apart, teasing Frank.
Frank was too afraid to make the first move, so he just stood there; waiting for Gerard to bring their mouths together.
Frank eventually got tired of waiting, and he knew that Gerard could keep him there all day so he cupped the back of Gerard's neck with his hands, closed his eyes and brought his head forward so their lips collided.
Frank pressed his lips to Gerard's, Gerard's lips were so soft; nothing like when they kissed on stage and his lips would be slicked with saliva and sweat. Not that he minded that, his lips would surely be that way by the end of the night. Gerard pressed back against Frank, wrapping one arm around his waist and the other up his back, bringing his fingers to the nape of Frank's neck to tangle in his hairline.
Gerard opened his mouth slightly and he felt Frank reciprocate and slip his tongue in soon after. They stood there for a while like this; tongues tangled together, mouths moving in unison, breathing slowly and just tasting eachother properly for what felt like the first time.
Eventually, Gerard pulled away from Frank so he could take his hand and lead him to the bed. Gerard lay on the hotel bed, the sheets kicked to the foot of the bed and tangled together. He pulled Frank on top of him and started to kiss him again, this time deeper and with a lot more tongue. They lay like this for a few minutes, both taking quick breaths whenever they could and making desperate noises. Gerard started to rub his hands over Frank's back, making Frank shudder in anticipation. He moved his hands to the bottom of Frank's back and slid his hands up his t-shirt. The feeling of frank's soft bare skin was enough to make Gerard already feel the first signs of an erection.
Frank started to get impatient, and relocated his hands from Gerard's back to the hem of his own t-shirt so he could pull it off and Gerard would have more space to feel. Within a matter of minutes, Gerard was taking his own t-shirt off and then pressing up against Frank again. The initial skin-on-skin contact made Gerard moan loudly, Frank tried to suppress it but eventually let a moan escape himself when Gerard's hips started to buck into him.
They started to kiss more viciously, hands exploring the other's back and chest, feeling every ridge, every curve, every little imperfection that made them who they were. Gerard relocated his attention to Frank's jaw line, placing small open-mouthed kisses trailing down to his neck, he stopped there for a while, sucking and biting and leaving multiple marks before he continued to move down the length of Frank's body. He got to lower on Frank's chest and moved towards his nipples, staying there for a minute sucking and running his teeth over them just because he liked to hear Frank squeal with pleasure. He continued to move further and further down, he could hear Frank start to breathe faster, and he grabbed his hand to re-assure him. He approached the dark trail of hair leading down from underneath his belly-button to his pants and placed one small kiss just above it before relocating both of his hands to Franks belt. He undid the buckle with ease and then locked eyes with Frank, asking a non-verbal question to which Frank smiled and nodded, and then undid the button on Frank's jeans, pulled the zip down and then slid the jeans down over Frank's hips. Frank was wearing red checkered boxer shorts, but Gerard only had seconds to admire them before he found himself removing those too.
Frank placed his hands on Gerard's shoulders and flinched at the feeling of the air hitting his now exposed, half-hard cock. Gerard stroked him a few times and placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on the insides of his thighs, occasionally lingering and sucking for a little while before he started to pump Frank's half-erection with his fist. He managed to get Frank all the way up within a matter of seconds and then placed a small kiss on the tip, before taking Frank fully into his mouth.
Frank moaned loudly and dug his fingernails into Gerard's shoulders whilst Gerard swirled his tongue around Frank's tip. He then started to move further down, and Frank couldn't help but buck into Gerard's mouth, hitting the back of his throat. Gerard didn't gag, he'd gotten used to suppressing the urge to gag by now, and carried on sucking. Frank started to feel himself get weaker and weaker, and just as he was sure he was about to come, Gerard removed his mouth teasingly and went back to kissing Frank's neck.
"Wh-what-" Frank started frustratedly, but Gerard simply placed a small kiss on his lips and said "shh Frankie, that comes later."
Frank understood, but that still didn't stop him being pissed. Gerard always did this, he teased Frank to the point where he couldn't cope anymore. But Frank figured that he might as well make the most of this, because he didn't think that either of them were entirely sure what was going to happen afterwards.
They shifted on the bed, lips still glued together, to a position where Frank was lying on his back, and Gerard lying on top of him, both of their hands exploring the other man's back, occasionally dipping down to the other's ass, or raising up to run their hands through the other's hair. They stayed like this until they both decided it was time to move on, and with one quick glance, an unspoken agreement was formed and Gerard got up to go over to his suitcase and root through it until he found what he was looking for.
He returned to the bed moments later carrying a condom and a bottle of lube. He looked at Frank, once again silently asking him a question, "shall you wear it or shall I?" and by the way Frank looked back at him he could tell that Frank meant "go ahead, you can wear it"
It was funny how they've seemed to, over the years, master this technique of conversation where they only have to use their eyes. Franks eyes could tell you everything, Gerard thought. From one look he could tell exactly what he was thinking, whether is be something deep and meaningful, something troubling, or even something sexual. It seemed a shame that all this talent was going to waste with Jamia, she never seemed to appreciate Frank's eyes as much as Gerard did, he thought. Any time they all spent time together, she seemed to ask him all these pointless questions about how he was feeling when his state of mind was very obvious just by looking into his eyes. Guilt. But then again, maybe Jamia just didn't want to acknowledge the guilt in Frank's eyes because she didn't want to think about what he had to feel guilty about, or maybe she really didn't know. Their relationship had always been fairly obvious to those around them, although Gerard supposed you wouldn't notice it unless you were really looking for it.
Nevertheless, it was there, and it was happening right now, and oh god Gerard had better stop reminiscing about Jamia's naivety and Frank's beautiful eyes because Frank was unzipping his trousers at that very second.
Gerard looked down to see the smaller man pulling his jeans down over his broad, white hips. Gerard liked it when Frank undressed him, it added to the anticipation of the matter at hand, and what a great matter that was, excluding the thought of their wives and children at home.
Frank pulled Gerard's jeans off, and then his tight white boxers too, revealing Gerard who was already hard from all of the friction and having Frank naked in front of him. Frank took Gerard into his mouth for a few seconds just so he could hear Gerard moan, and then placed a wet kiss on the inside of his thigh before taking the condom from Gerard's hands.
Frank always put the condom on for Gerard, it was just one of those things that they always did, like telepathically asking eachother permission before sex, just to make eachother feel better and know that they were both equally to blame if their wives ever found out.
Frank slipped the condom over Gerard, and then opened the bottle of lube, squeezed some into his hands and then started to smother it over Gerard's cock. Gerard flinched at the feeling of the cold liquid, but also moaned at the feeling of Frank's beautiful hands working him. His hands were a blur of peachy skin and black ink tattoos as he pumped Gerard for a moment. He then grabbed Gerard by the back of the neck, pulled him on top of him and started to kiss him vigorously. Gerard tried to work the bottle of lube out of Frank's hands without looking, but he ended up concentrating on that so much that he forgot about the rhythm of kissing Frank and ended up getting his tongue bitten. He sat and groaned at the sudden pain, only to have Frank apologise about 20 times before handing over the lube, and watching Gerard spill it over his fingers, spreading it so they were evenly coated.
Gerard then pushed Frank back onto the bed and began to move his hands towards Frank's anus. He found the hole pretty easily since he was so used to this by now. He slid two fingers in at once because he didn't see the need to start with just one anymore, Frank was a lot less sensitive to the pain now and a lot less tense when it came to it. He slid a third finger in, working them up and down a bit to prepare Frank and getting no reaction from him because he was obviously very used to this by now. Gerard pulled his fingers out and lined himself up with Frank's hole. He looked back up at Frank's eyes and when all he saw was sheer happiness, excitement and maybe a little nervousness on the side, he placed one last kiss on Frank's mouth and then pushed into him.
Frank winced at first at the initial discomfort, but when Gerard pushed in more fully and started to move in a slow and steady rhythm, he felt better and gave in a little more to enjoyment. It was always the first bit that was the worst, but once you got over the beginner's pain it felt amazing.
Whilst Gerard started to build up a bit of speed, he also directed his attention to Frank's neck. He sucked on the tender flesh whilst his hips were moving in unison with Frank's, causing them both to moan and curse and mutter words to eachother that may or may not be forgotten in the morning.
"Gerard... Don't... Stop.... Don't... Ever... Stop" Frank was shouting between breaths, panting hard as he tried to choke out the words. He buried his head in Gerard's neck and moaned loudly and shuddered violently as Gerard hit his prostate. "Ohh, right there" he yelped, causing Gerard to adjust his direction and hit it again. He kept hitting it, he could tell because each time he did he felt Frank dig his nails hard into his shoulders and try to suppress deep moans. Most of the time he was unsuccessful though, but Gerard didn't mind. Infact, Gerard loved loud, vocal sex. Sex where you could just spend the whole time shouting at the top of your lungs and moaning until it felt like your soul had been cleansed.
Frank was extremely close, and the friction of Gerard moving up against him wasn't helping at all. He finally grabbed Gerard's hands between his, scrunched up his face and gave in. He came hot and fast in between their two bodies, moaning and cocking his head back. Gerard held onto him through his orgasm, guiding him through it and watching the look of pure bliss on his face.
Gerard came soon after, squeezing hard on Frank's hands and making the most hilarious faces that Frank just had to laugh.
Gerard pulled out and they both just lay there, sweaty and trying to catch their breath, still feeling the weightless and without a care in the world. So they both just lay there in the aftermath of what they'd done, their arms and legs tangled, covered in sweat and come. They knew they would have to clean up soon but neither of them wanted that moment to end. Gerard was kissing and sucking at the tips of Frank's fingers. He had his eyes shut whilst Frank was watching him, examining every little detail of his perfect face. Every crack, every wrinkle, every little imperfection. Those were the things Frank loved about Gerard, the things that made him who he was.
Frank held the back of Gerard's neck and pushed him forward. He connected their lips in a quick soft, tender kiss and then brought their foreheads together. He sighed deeply before opening his eyes to look directly into Gerard's and said
"Gerard... Is this the end?"
This question came as no surprise to Gerard, he had been thinking the same all along but was just too afraid to ask. At first he was stumped and had no idea how to answer, but then it hit him...
"Only if you want it to be."
Frank just looked at him, furrowing his brow and giving him a look that said "go on."
"Frank, I think we both know that this would be a good point to end this. It would be on a happy note, and this way we'll always have something positive to look back on when we think of eachother."
Frank nodded in agreement, taking Gerard's hands and squeezing hard. He rested his head on Gerard's chest, placing small kisses there when he felt like it.
"But..." Gerard continued, striking a glimmer of hope into both of their eyes. Gerard lowered himself to Frank's eye level, looked directly at Frank, still squeezing both of his hands tightly.
"We could end it here and play it safe, or we could take the dangerous option and carry on... I think we both now by now the pro's and con's of the dangerous option, but let's face it, even if there are a lot of disadvantages, we've never played by the rules, and I don't intend to start now."
Frank couldn't help but smile widely at that response. He couldn't think of anything to say back that could possibly explain how happy he was that Gerard had said that. This meant that Gerard really did want to carry on seeing him, and even better, Gerard did have some kind of feelings for him because he was willing to risk everything just for Frank. Gerard could have easily stopped this now, on a happy note, and gone back to his perfect life with his great wife and kid, but no, he chose to risk it all for Frank, and Frank had never been more grateful.
Frank grabbed Gerard and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. His actions spoke louder than his words ever could, and Gerard appreciated that. Frank wanted to be with him too, and this was becoming clearer to the both of them with every second they spent together. Gerard giggled into Frank's mouth at Frank's eagerness to kiss him but Frank just ignored it and carried on, his hands on either side of Gerard's face, stroking his cheekbones with his thumbs. He took his lips away from Gerard's and started to kiss all over his face. His nose, his forehead, his eyes, everywhere he could. Gerard just lay there with his eyes shut, smiling thinking of how happy Frank was and how that's all he ever wanted, for Frank to be happy.

Notes

First chapter, sorry about the shitty quality. Not sure if I'm going to write any other chapters... Comments and feedback are well appreciated :) thanks