The anticipation of a perfect night

As they watched television, different things went through each of their heads.
F: Tomorrow is gonna be awesome. Should I bring baseball bats, lead pipes, or tire irons?
G: I can't believe I'm going to Prom with Frank tomorrow. Are we actually going to trash the cafe? Won't we get in serious trouble? Oh god, what if Frank wants to go all the way? Are we going to have sex in the janitors' closet or in the chemistry supple closet? Wait, it's possible that we might not have sex at all.
F: Baseballs bats, lead pipes, or tire irons?
G: I guess we could always have sex in the backseat of my car.
F; God, I hope he wears something sexy tomorrow night. Like a tuxedo or nothing.
G: What am I going to wear?
F: What kind of booze should I bring?
G: Maybe a tux... or just jeans?
F: Maybe... whiskey?
G: Tux.
F: Whiskey.
After watching a ridiculous amount of South Park, Gerard and Frank decided to finally turn off the TV and do something else.
"You wanna get a pizza or something?" Gerard asked sweetly.
"Yeah, sure." Frank responded.
The two got off of the couch and went into the kitchen.
"We don't have any pizza, will you come get one with me?" Gerard asked.
"Yeah, sure. Hey, didn't you leave your jacket and keys upstairs?"
"Oh yeah. I'll be right back."
"I'm coming with you."
The two walked up the stairs and went down the hallways. As descended into Gerard's bedroom, they noticed that Mikey's bedroom was silent , he had definitely crashed early. They continued walking to Gerard's bedroom, looking forward to leaving. As Gerard reached around his bag for his wallet, Frank sat nonchalantly laid on his crush's bed and let out a slight moan, just to tease. After Gerard had put his jacket on, he turned over to Frank, who posed seductively and started talking.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked slowly.
Gerard stood in front of him awkwardly, too shocked to answer. Of course he liked it, he fucking loved it. But, he was too scared at that moment to say anything.
"Do you like this? Do you want this?" he said while rubbing himself.
"Do you want want I me? Do you want me to fuck you? Because I can, and I'll do it too. I will take you, and I'll bend you over, and I'll fuck you. I'd do it so good. I can imagine it right now. You, completely naked and sweaty, and gasping for air, wanting me to...just...keep..going.. You would be so hot, fuck... I'm getting just thinking about it. Me, running my wet palms through your even wetter hair. I'm going to slip my wet tongue into that sweet, little mouth of yours. I'm going to kiss you so softly and so tenderly you're going to think you're locking lips with an angel. You're gonna moan, scream, whimper, and..... beg. It's gonna be great and it's gonna happen tomorrow."
After that long, detailed, and graphic speech about how Frank was going to fuck him, poor Gerard stood in front of him, frozen and holding his car keys. At that moment, he had so many questions, but could only manage to say one thing.
"So... do you still want to go get a pizza?" He asked while his knees shook and his arms weakened.
"Well...of course." Frank replied.
He got up out of Gerard's bed and walked to his boyfriend. He reached for his hand and kissed his cheek. As Gerard blushed and smiled Frank said, "Let's do it."
The pair walked out of the room and into the hallway. Mikey's room was just as silence as before, but somehow seemed slightly more lonely. They ignored it and went down the stairs together. As they were about to leave, they walked through Gerard's front door, and saw his Mom's car.The two, shocked, instantly yanked their hands away from each other and shoved them into their pockets. They continued walking to Gerard's car an just gave his mom a slight wave as they got into the car and drove away.
"Shit, that was close." Frank said out of relief.
"What if she saw us?" Gerard asked nervously.
"Relax, she didn't She has no idea, baby." Frank reassured.
Gerard instantly calmed down when he had realized that Frank had just called him "baby".
"You're right, Frank. I should just... calm down."
"Exactly, just relax. We're gonna go grab a giant pizza with extra cheese and pepperoni and we're gonna grab some cokes and we're just gonna talk. And you're gonna love it." Frank said.
Gerard eventually calmed down and kept driving to the pizza place. In attempts to ease the mood, Frank turned on the radio. After flipping through a few crappy pop stations, he found a nice rock station. The two pulled up to the pizzeria while an Everclear song played at medium volume.
"Ready to go inside,babe?" Frank asked sweetly.
"Yeah." Gerard stuttered out nervously.
The two got out of the car and went inside the restaurant together. This was normal, they ate out before this, it was just a 'lunchdate', or they were just 'grabbing a bite'. This time, they were on an actual date. It was uncharted territory. Everything looked the same, but it felt so different. The air was heavier, their breaths were longer, time moved more slowly as every second lingered.
Frank went to the front counter to order while Gerard sat at their table.
On the outside, they were totally calm and normal. On the inside however, they were both nervous fucking wrecks. different thoughts of Panic went through each of their heads.
F: Shit, what are we gonna talk about? Can't exactly talk about our regular topics. we have to talk about something... romantic.
G:Oh God, what are we going to talk about? Okay, something romantic, something sweet. We can't talk about wrecking shit like we usually do. I'll just give him compliments about him. Okay, that works. I'll tell him that he looks good.
As Frank brought their food over to their table, Gerard started.
"You know, you look really good tonight."
"Oh really," Frank blushed "Thank you. You look nice, too."
The two sat in silence. No movement. no laughter. Just the silence with the pounding feeling that inevitably someone would have to say something. Someone would have to move. The two enjoyed themselves, but not for long....

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