Honey, this Mirror Ain't Big Enough for the Two of Us.

Chapter 8- Frank
I wake up late in the morning, my head fuzzy and aching. Letting out a sigh, I sit up, rubbing at my eyes and slumping against the wall. Hmm, Ray didn’t wake me up. That’s strange. I bunch up the hood on Gerard’s sweatshirt and use it as a pillow, tipping my head against the wall.
After lazing about on my bed for a while, I realize that it’s Wednesday. Oh, motherfuck, I have therapy right now! I jump off my bed and scramble around for pants, finding a pair and tripping over the long pant legs and searching for my toothbrush. Whit no luck finding it, I say fuck oral hygiene and run out the door, stumbling as my limbs get used to working again after the night’s rest. Or lack therefore of.
I burst into the therapy room barefoot and messy haired. Patrick and the rest of the group all turn their heads abruptly as the door I threw open slams into the wall. Looking sheepishly at the group, I take a seat in the open chair. “Uh, sorry…I overslept.”
Patrick looks at me, smiling politely. “Oh, no problem Frank, Gerard said you’d had a rough night.” I glance over at Gerard, who is looking down at his lap and messing with his hair. Patrick continues, not noticing either of our actions. “We weren’t expecting you at all, to be honest. But better late than never, right?” I nod, relieved I’m not about to get a public lecturing.
Patrick adjusts his hat and stands up.He rubs his palms on his thighs nervously before motioning for us all to stand up. There is a large chorus of metal chair legs scraping across the linoleum floor and we all wince. I rub the back of my neck to settle the hairs standing up on it and flip my hood up as I catch Gerard glancing at me. Oh fuck, I’ve still got his hoodie on. I mentally face palm and try to focus back on Patrick’s instructions.
“So today guys, we’re going to work on some group exercises. Everyone partner up, first is the ever cliché trust fall.” There is a collective groan and Patrick glares at us. “I’m serious! Statistically speaking, at least two or three of you have developed serious paranoia and trust issues from your secretive addictions. This will force you to face your problems, and maybe you’ll even make a new friend you can rely on. Now partner up.”
Everyone looks at their feet, suddenly shyer than Patrick. He sighs, and slumps back in his chair. “Find a partner, right now, or I will pick ‘em for you.”
That was more than enough incentive for most of us, as most of the other patients just grabbed the closest person they knew the name of with a sigh.Myself and a few others were all still resolutely without a partner. He stands up, cocking his hip and sighing, while partnering up the rest of us. “Fine, you time-wasters. I’ll do it. Brendon with Ryan, Gerard with Frank, and Pete… You can be with me.”
Why the fuck did this partnering have to be today? I finally realized that I like Gerard and I am okay with it, and now I’m going to be a blushing, stumbling mess, and literally have to fall into his arms... And I’m still wearing his fucking sweatshirt ugh fuck everything!
Gerard strides over, hands jammed in his pockets. His confidence is absolutely gone. He glances at me sideways, looking through his eyelashes. My heart flips over in my chest. He speaks in an uncertain tone, “So, do you, uh, wanna fall first, or should I fall first?”
“If it’s okay, you could catch me first?” I say, looking up at him. He nods quickly. “Yeah, that’s great. Fine, I mean. Fine.” I look at him, raising an eyebrow. His cheeks take on a slight color and he cards his hand through his hair, which I realize has now been washed and I am very tempted to tangle my fingers up in it. We look at each other awkwardly, tension building between us.
Patrick seems to sense this, and steps forward to us. “So, one of you needs to fall into the other’s arms repeatedly. If this is weird or odd, maybe make conversation while doing it?” We both nod at him, and he walks away.
I step closer to Gerard and turn around. Holding my arms out at my sides, I turn and look over my shoulder. “Ready, Gee?” I say, realizing how stupid it is I just gave him a nickname.
I can’t see his reaction at it, however, his face hidden by his curtain of hair. He nods, and I turn back around. I close my eyes and let myself tip over, momentarily falling through air. All at once I make contact with arms that encircle me, keeping me from falling further. I open my eyes, and black hair covers my face. I tilt my head back, and I am so close to Gerard’s face that our noses are almost touching. My eyes meet his golden-hazel ones, an intense eye contact forming again. He smiles the tiniest bit, and whispers to me in a teasing tone, “Do my eyes deceive me, or are you blushing, Frankie?”
I jerk my head back up, quickly moving out of his arms. I indignantly cover my face to hide my deepening blush. He lets out a laugh, and I glare at him from between my fingers. “Shut the fuck up, Gerard.” I hiss, trying not to draw more attention to ourselves than we already have.
He obliges with a sassy, “Whatever you say, Princess.” I roll my eyes at him, leaning back into him again.
I continue to fall into his arms repetitively. Each time I fall backwards I am brought a bit too close to his face for me to keep my composure, andto avoid freaking out and blushing hysterically I panic, making weird faces at him with my tongue out and eyes crossed. He starts to make faces back at me, making me bite my lip to keep from giggling.
After five or so minutes of this, Patrick tells the group to have the partners switch positions. I stand behind Gerard, and he mirrors my earlier position. He leans back, and for a second I am worried I won’t have the strength to catch him. But as he crashes into my open arms, I realize I was concerned over nothing. I probably would not be able to lift him up, but I can let him lean onto me with ease. He bends his head backwards like I did and sticks his tongue up into the air. It pokes me on the tip of the nose and I recoil in disgust and embarrassment.“Gee, what the fuck? Put that thing away.”
He smirks and retracts his tongue, and I heave him up to his feet again.
After while of catching Gerard, Patrick calls us all to sit down. We all plunk into random seats, chatting quietly amongst ourselves. Patrick looks around, pleased at us. “So, that concludes our meeting for today, we will be having another session a week from now, same time, same place. Dismissed,” He tells us, signaling that therapy is over.
Gerard comes over to me, offering me a hand out of my chair. I look at his hand for a second and take it, pulling myself out of the chair. We walk back to our rooms together, keeping a careful distance between us. Gerard is the one to break the silence. “I guess you like my hoodie then,” He motions to my chest.
I immediately start to make excuses as to why I am wearing it. “Well, I got cold last night, so I put it on, don’t worry I’ll wash it and make sure that-” He cuts me off with a relaxed, “No, it’s fine. You can keep it. I mean, I’m wearing your clothes too.” He’s got a very valid point.
We walk the rest of the way to our rooms in silence, and I absentmindedly follow Gerard into his room after him, forgetting that this is the part where we are meant to separate. He glances at me over his shoulder, surprised, but makes no comment.
Gerard plunks down on his bed, and I follow suit, kicking my legs as they don’t quite reach the ground in the position I’m sitting in.
I catch Gerard staring at me a few times as we sit in a comfortable silence, but each time I glance back at him, he averts his eyes. This happens a few times before I turn my head fast enough to catch his gaze. I look at him, laughing slightly as I ask him, “Why do you keep looking at me?”
He does not give me a reason, and instead poses a question of his own. “Why do you blush so much?”
I look down at my feet, ceasing to kick. I counter with another question, not seeing a better way to deflect his. “Why were you so distant these past days?”
He looks surprised, and does not answer. “Do you remember what happened last night?”
I freeze, shame heating up my face. I have one question left that I can throw at him. “Are you gay?”
He looks at me for a moment, intensity and anger in his eyes. “Are you?” I can’t speak, so I just continue to train my eyes downwards. His momentary outburst calms down.
He turns on the bed to face me. “Yes. I am gay, Frank. It should be ridiculously obvious by now.” He says quietly, unable to meet my eyes. “You answer a question, now.”
I sit for a moment in silence, and then look up at him. “I blush all the time around you because everything you do is so honest and real. You don’t hide your emotions well at all. You wear your heart on your sleeve, and your blatancy confuses me about you, about myself.”
We both know it is his turn to answer a question. We have unknowingly started a game, and both of us are afraid to play it.
He continues the conversation. “I was so distant because I was afraid I had angered you, overhearing your conversation. I thought you didn’t want to see me, so I kept away from you.”
I am both touched and hurt at the same time. “No, I was just humiliated, I projected anger. I’m sorry.”
He nods softly. “It’s fine. I’m sorry too.” He pauses for a moment. “It’s your turn,” He reminds me softly.
I take a deep breath. “I remember what happened last night. I was screaming, Ray couldn’t help me. He went to get you. You…You held me as I cried. And you cried too.” I feel my face burn as I recall the memory, it coming clearer into focus with every passing second. I can’t look at Gerard.
I continue, “I asked you to stay with me. You kissed my forehead, and stayed with me as I slept. You weren’t there when I woke up.”
My eyes start to water as waves of confused emotions rush over me while I replay the night in my head. “Gerard?” I ask quietly, my voice unsteady. “Yeah, Frankie?” He replies.
“Thank you,” I whisper, tears clogging my throat. He silently moves closer to me on the bed and wraps his arms around me. I hug him back for a minute, until he clears his throat and we separate.
Gerard stumbles on his words, trying to show me his feelings. “Frank, the reason I-The reason I always glance over at you, it’s because…Because.”
He takes a deep breath, “Because I am in love with you Frank. I get so nervous around you, because I think you’re the only person who’s ever cared. You and I have only known each other for a week now, but I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. That first night, when I passed by- By your door and saw you there, in Ray’s lap, I felt like I needed to protect you, to comfort you. You’re beautiful, and funny, and nice, and I don’t know how to put my feelings for you into words. Last night, when I held you as you cried and screamed, I knew I wanted to be there for you, always. I- I love you, Frank.” He looks very uncomfortable, baring his soul to me. So honest and real.
Gerard looks down at his lap, and I slowly tilt his chin up with one finger until he is looking at me. “Yes,” I say quietly. He looks at me, fear and confusion and pain in his eyes. I move closer to him, brushing the hair out of his eyes.
I whisper to him, “Yes. I’m gay.”
I brush my fingertips across his cheek, watching his hazel eyes search mine. He brings a hand up to my waist softly, pulling me ever closer to him. My eyes slowly shut, and he closes the distance between our mouths softly.
We kiss tenderly, and I bring my hands up to Gerard’s hair, running my fingers through it. He cups my face with one hand, stroking my cheek with his thumb. His other hand still holding my waist pulls me closer and I shift without breaking the kiss to sit on his lap. He groans softly and slightly tugs at my lower lip with his teeth, drawing a quiet moan from me. His tongue slips into my mouth and mine connects with it. Our tongues dance together to a passionate rhythm as Gerard takes his hand from my cheek and tangles it in my hair, pressing my mouth harder against his.
I let my arms slide down his body from his hair to pull at his back and shoulders as it sinks in. I am kissing Gerard Way.
We stay like that for a few minutes, kissing and caressing one another. The kiss becomes lusty and needy as Gerard whines in the back of his throat and grabs my ass with his beautiful hands, lifting me up slightly. I groan into his mouth and wrap my arms around his shoulders, urgently needing him closer to me. Gerard slips his left arm up my shirt, and I can feel his tough track marks against my bare chest, feel the pockmarks and scabs.
I pull apart from Gee, feeling slightly overwhelmed. We both pant, catching our breaths as he presses his forehead into mine, staring into my eyes. He smiles at me, and I return the smile, grinning tiredly as I start to come down from my kissing high.
I kiss Gerard again, softly and sweetly on the tip of his nose. He blushes and I smile at it, caressing the side of his face. We stay like that for a while, drinking each other in.

I could live in this moment forever.

Notes

smoochie smoochie. Hope you guys liked this chapter! I figured it was time to get the Frerardness going.
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