Gloves

Shrill ringing awoke the two boys from their restful slumber. Gerard groaned into Frank's chest, throwing his arm over him and refusing to let him go. Normally, he would protest to being touch in his sleep, like any man, but he had yet to recover from his opening up. Frank inhaled, then proceeded to spit Gerard's black hair out of his mouth. He reached over the black-haired boy and snatched the cellphone from the floor and handed it to Gerard.
Gerard groaned again and flipped it open. "What? Who is this? What? No, it's five in the morning, go fuck yourself. I don't care-- goddamnit, c'mon! Fine, whatever, just-- no, you let me take a shower or you'll wait longer." He snapped it shut and dropped it to the shag carpet, sighing and letting his head fall back onto Frank.
Frank let his hand skid through Gerard's hair, gaining a smaller, pleasure-filled sigh from his-- actually, what was Gerard to him? Surely they could not still be "just friends" after all the intimate sharing between them.
"Gerard," he whispered, breaking the tired silence.
"Yes?"
"What are we?"
He did not need to ask what he meant. "I honestly don't know, Frank. Let's not define this; it will change, things will be expected of us. It would ruin whatever this is. Let's just be us: Gerard and Frank." He looked up at the brunette with a kind smile on his face, red eyes glowing lowly in the darkness. Frank grinned and kissed the top his head. "Now, we're expected somewhere, so let's go."
...
They arrived in the autopsy room, being greeted by Truman and his partner and Louis, who wore a graver expression than last time. The partner looked up at the sound of the door closing and grinned widely.
"Gerard, how have you been? It's been a while," he said, stepping forward and grabbed him in a "bro hug", letting Gerard go after a brief moment. "Who's this?" he asked, blue eyes sparkling as he grinned.
Gerard nudged him forward with his elbow. "Frank Iero, sir," he greeted, holding a hand out to the taller man.
He grasped it. "Detective Billie Joe Armstrong. Why are you here? Wait-- let me guess; you took off Gerard's gloves?" The detective looked jokingly skeptical.
Frank grinned sheepishly. "Curiosity killed the cat, yeah?"
Billie Joe laughed lightly. "So, what's it like to be dead? Is Gerard treating you nicely?"
"It's," he paused. "I, I guess it's alright. You get used to it, sort of. Gerard's always there to help if I need it, anyway. The only downside is that things don't taste quite as vivid as they used to."
Gerard's eyebrows disappeared into his hair. "You never told me that," said the black-haired boy.
Frank shrugged. "Not a huge deal," he replied.
"It's still a nice thing to know," Gerard argued, resting a hand lightly on Frank's lower back. Neither boy really acknowledge the contact; it felt natural, comforting even.
"Mr. and Mrs.Way, could you please?" Truman groaned. Billie growled something at him disapprovingly. Gerard shrugged and shuffled forward, pushing Frank with him gently.
Louis grinned at the two. "Nice to see you again, boys. "
"Likewise," Gerard said.
"Anyway," said the doctor, pulling the sheet away from the corpse. Frank winced, ducking partially behind Gerard, grabbing his arm tightly. Gerard shimmied the hand down and let it wrap around his own gloved one. "This was Sarah Neil, 26. Cause of Death: severed jugular. Her arms are covered in small holes, as if a small needle was shoved repeatedly through her skin. There are various burn marks around her torso and bruises around her wrists and ankles. She appeared to have been tortured before she died."
"Do I need to?"
Billie nodded sadly. Louis placed a piece of cloth over her breasts and crotch, taping them onto her skin. "Rigor mortis has already set in, so she'll have trouble moving about."
Gerard pulled his hand away from Frank's and pulled off his left glove, handing it to Frank once again, who clutched it tightly. He skimmed her head with his fingertips and nodded at the mortician to start the stopwatch.
She blinked her blue eyes open, frowning at the men gathered around her. "Um," she cleared her throat, reaching a hand up afterwords and feeling the gash in her neck. "Fuck? Uh, what am I doing here? What happened?"
Billie smiled sympathetically at her. "I'm sorry, but you died. You're just here to help up find your killer," he said, nodding to Gerard. "Before you asked, Gerard, the one with the black hair, brought you back. We only have five minutes, so we have to make this quick."
Sarah stayed frozen for a moment, before nodding hesitantly, as much as her position would allow. The little one behind "Gerard" stared at her with wide eyes, making her cross her arms over her chest self-consciously.
"Great," the red-headed man monotoned. "Do you know who killed you?"
The woman shook her head. "Ah, no. Um, whoever it was wore a mask and a voice modifier, like in Scream," she muttered, rubbing her sides.
"Do you remember where you were?"
"No."
The dark-haired detective sighed and shook his head. Gerard looked at her with sincere empathy in his strange red eyes. "I'm sorry for your loss."
And then he rubbed his hand over her forehead, and all was gone.

Notes

Sorry for the wait again. School is kind of rough on me.
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-Stitches