Unreal...(edited)

The next day Frank had to go to work.

"Do you have to go?"

Gerard wined while Frank was getting ready.

"I'm sorry baby, I have to go in. I haven't been there in days."

He kissed Gerard's forehead.

"Okay."

Gerard mumbled.

"I'll be back in a few hours. Is your head okay?"

Frank smiled and Gerard melted a little.

"Yeah Frankie, I'm better now."

He walked downstairs with Frank.

"I'm glad."

Frank picked up his bag and opened the door.

"I love you Frankie."

"I love you too Gee Bear..."

He pulled Gerard in for a kiss.

"Bye beautiful."

"Bye baby..."

Frank tucked a strand of hair behind Gerard's ear and waved goodbye. The older boy watched from the door as Frank drove away.

"I'm definitely obsessed with him."

Gerard murmured, stepping back inside and closing the door. He sighed and decided to attempt drawing. Well, this would be interesting! He decided to get a coffee before sitting down and starting to sketch a little. Nothing very special, just a few minor characters. Frank doesn't have any friends in the comic so there wasn't another constant character. After a while his phone started to ring. He picked it up, hoping it was Frank...instead it was Mikey.

"Hello?"

"Hey Gee, how are you?"

His brother chirped.

"Well, I've been stressing ever since my boss phoned me yesterday asking about the comic, so I'm great."

"Were have you been all week?"

Mikey asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

"I've just been with Frank, going to the park, drinking coffee, having sex."

Gerard only said that to annoy Mikey.

"Urgh, I did not need to know that!"

He made vomit noises down the phone.

"What, you asked?"

Gerard tried to sound as innocent as possible.

"Where is Frank anyway? I'm surprised I haven't heard him yet."

"Oh, he's still at work. I wish he wasn't..."

Gerard trailed off.

"Erm, Gee...do you want me to come over?"

Mikey offered.

"No, it's fine. I better get drawing anyway. But thanks though."

"Okay, that's cool. Maybe you should phone Frank?"

Gerard perked up a bit at his suggestion.

"Yeah ok. Bye Mikes."

"Bye Gee, talk to you soon."

He said and then hung up. Gerard punched in Frankie's number and waited for him to pick up.

"Hello?"

He finally heard after what felt like years of waiting.

"Hey Frankie."

He chirped up as soon as he heard his voice.

"Gee...how are you baby?"

He blurted out excitedly.

"I'm okay, I've just been stressing a little, that's all."

Gerard started to pick at his nails.

"Is it about that comic?"

Frank asked.

"Yes."

"Can you tell me what it's about now? I don't mind if it's unfinished, just tell me what you've done so far."

Oh God. Gerard wasn't sure if he could get out of this one.

"He's going to hate me..."

Gerard whispered to himself.

"Well..."

He could feel his mouth going dry.

"Shit! I better go babe or else my boss will kill me. I love you Gee."

That couldn't of been better timing.

"I love you too Frankie. I'll see you when you get home, kay?"

"Okay, I'll be back in an hour or two, bye babe."

He giggled and then hung up. Gerard put down the phone and started drawing again.

~Time passes~

Basically his studio looks like it did before he first drew Frank...just lots of scrunched up balls of paper and Gerard on his new wheelie chair, getting really angry with himself. He couldn't think straight at all. He hated keeping secrets from Frank.

He took out the picture he drew of Frankie cuddling him...they both looked so happy, even if Gerard had made it look that way. He sighed a little and picked his pen back up. Just then he heard door unlock.

"Sugar I'm back!"

Gerard heard Frank call.

"I'm upstairs. I'll be down in a second."

He shouted back. He put down his pencil and slumped downstairs to a smiling Frank.

"Oh Gee, you look worn out baby."

He wrapped his arms around Gerard's waist, softly kissing his neck. His hand started to slide down Gerard's pants but he pushed him off.

"I'm sorry Frank...I'm just not up for it today."

Gerard mumbled.

"That's fine Gee, I don't mind..."

He smiled and kissed Gerard's cheek again.

"Should I get some dinner on for both of us?"

He asked.

"Erm, no thanks I'm good. I think I just need to be by myself right now."

Gerard ran upstairs before Frank could say anything else. After a while he decided to go back into the living room to draw a little...he felt bad after running away from Frankie so he wanted to say sorry to him. When he walked in, Frank was stretched out on the ground, tuning his guitar.

"Oh, Hi Gerard."

He said without any emotion and turned back to his guitar. Gerard curled up on the sofa and drew a little. Frank had started to play a bit. It was good but distracting.

"Can you please stop playing while I'm working?"

Gerard said through gritted teeth.

"Sorry."

Frank sulked. After awhile he started playing again, much louder than before.

"FRANK!..."

Gerard shouted over the sweet sound and he stopped again. Then, he started again, this time singing. Gerard couldn't take it anymore.

"CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT UP?"

"Not until you show me your comics!..."

Frank stood up and tried to grab the folder. Gerard hesitated.

"WHY CAN'T I SEE IT?"

Frank shouted.

"IT'S MY PERSONAL WORK FRANK! CAN YOU JUST STOP GOING ON ABOUT IT...IF I DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE IT THEN YOU DON'T GET TO SEE IT!"

Gerard screamed.

"WHAT DO YOU CARE ABOUT MORE, HUH...THOSE PIECES OF PAPER OR ME!?..."

Gerard should of said him. He should of said sorry and kissed him...but instead he stayed quiet.

"THAT'S IT, I'M LEAVING!"

Frank stormed out the room.

"FRANKIE, WAIT!"

Gerard chased after him.

"DON'T YOU DARE FRANKIE ME! I'VE TRIED TO BE NICE TO YOU BUT YOU'VE JUST THROWN IT BACK IN MY FACE!"

Frank cried, picking up his car keys.

"I'm sorry baby, I love you!"

Gerard could feel tears starting to roll down his cheek.

"YEAH, SURE!"

Frank screamed, opening the door.

"Frankie...please don't leave me. Please don't break up with me..."

Gerard started to cry loudly. Frank said nothing as he got into his car.

"You...you said always."

Gerard whispered.

"And I mean always Gee, I'd never ever break up with you, you're the love of my life but...but maybe we should be apart for a bit...maybe we moved in a little to fast. I'll keep my stuff here, just...I'll go and stay with my mom for a few nights. I'll never break up with you but..."

Frank's voice started to crack.

"YOU LOVE THIS STORY MORE THAN ME AND IT HURTS!"

He shouted. Well, honey, you are the story! Gerard thought sadly.

"I love you Frankie."

He whispered.

"Bye Gerard, stay safe."

Frank drove off without saying I love you or even goodbye probably. Gerard walked back into the house and closed the door, curling up in a ball and breaking into tears.

Scared and alone, the house so quiet now that Frankie had gone, Gerard collapsed down the wall, a sea of tears soaking his shirt as he buried his face in his hands. What had he done? He'd pushed the one person he loved more than life, straight out of his life. Gerard sobbed pitifully into his sleeve, knees pulled tight to his heaving chest.

"FRANKIE!!?"

He screamed out into the silence.

~Time passes~

After several hours of crying and howling on the floor, his sobs disintegrated into soft hiccuping gasps, and he rubbed his hands roughly over his wet face. He could fix this...he had to fix it.

Dragging himself to his feet, Gerard staggered through to the kitchen and opened the fridge, searching for water...instead he found beer.

Gerard remembered that he'd never told Frankie about his 'problem' with alcohol. It was a long time since he'd had a drink, over a year now and the subject just hadn't come up. Frankie must've bought the cans when he went shopping...he didn't know.

One wouldn't hurt...right?

Gerard picked up an ice cold can, feeling the liquid slosh around inside and briefly thought of Mikey. He'd be so disappointed. No!...this was Gerard's life...he could do what he wanted.

Cracking the can open and taking his first taste of the slightly bitter drink, Gerard was instantly reminded why he used to do this, though not why he'd stopped, not yet anyway.

Barely before he'd even had time to realise what was happening, Gerard had finished the can, still stood in front of the open fridge door and was picking up another...then another...then another.

Pulling the ring on the 6th and last can, Gerard finally shut the fridge, shivering slightly and stumbled drunkenly from the kitchen.

By the time he'd made it to his office, the can was empty and dropped lazily on the ground. Gerard slumped onto his wheelie chair and picked up a pen.

"Frankie will love me. He will come back."

He mumbled out. Pen flying across a clean sheet of paper, Gerard drew his Frankie.

~Frankie sat on his mom's couch, chewing his fingernails and trying not to cry.

"...glad you came...long time...don't look...lasagna?...FRANK!"

Shit, he hadn't been listening.

"Sorry Ma..."

He turned sad eyes her way.

"I just got a lot on my mind's all."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She asked softly. Frankie shook his head.

"No thanks. I just gotta work some stuff out. Don't worry."

He smiled, reaching over to gently squeeze her hand. Ma Iero smiled back, before standing and heading for the kitchen.

"Coffee?"

"Thanks Ma."

Frankie sat back and thought about Gerard. To tell the truth, that's all he had thought about since he'd left their house. He loved him, more than anything...more than Pansy and that was saying something. So, they'd had a fight...all couples fight, right?

Sighing deeply Frankie realised that he shouldn't have left, he should have stayed and talked...God he missed him, and it had only been a few hours.

Frankie's Ma returned with two mugs of steaming coffee, to find her son sliding back into his hoodie by the front door.

"I'm sorry Ma, but I have to talk to Gerard."

Linda smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Go get him, sweetie."

And with that, he was out the door.~

Gerard put down his pen and stared at the drawings in front of him through blurry eyes. Now he just had to wait.

After clearing away the empty beer cans, hiding the evidence and brushing his teeth, Gerard slumped onto the sofa. It was getting late and he was getting tired. Where was Frankie? What was taking him so long?

As his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep, a key quietly turned in the lock.

Slipping inside and closing the door gently behind him, Frankie placed his keys on the table and walked through to the living room.

"Gee?..."

He said softly, seeing the sleeping man laying there. Gerard didn't look that good right now...well he looked good, he always looked good, but he just didn't look well at the moment.

"Gerard..."

Frankie shook his shoulder.

"Gee...wake up..."

He worried that this was concussion from his fall off the chair.

"GEE!"

"Uh...huh?...what?...Frankie?..."

Gerard slurred, jerking awake.

"You're...you're back."

Tears slipped from red eyes.

"Yeah I'm back, and I'm sorry...I shouldn't have left, I should have stayed and talked..."

Frankie was stroking the hair out of Gerard's face, watching him closely with a concerned look in his eyes.

"Gee..."

He said after a minute of just staring.

"...are you ok?"

Gerard swallowed down the guilt that was threatening to bubble up his throat...or maybe that was the beer? He'd made his Frankie sad, not just in person, but he'd literally made him upset when he'd drawn him. How could he do that to him?...he loved him! What the Hell Gerard?!

Suddenly Gerard was off the sofa and making a dash for the bathroom, Frankie running after him.

"Gee?...what's wrong?..."

Then Gerard was on his knees, clinging to the toilet bowl as he violently emptied the contents of his stomach, which he noted absently mostly consisted of booze. When was the last time he ate?

"I got you Gee..."

Frankie cooed, holding the puking man's hair back from his face and rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"Are you sick baby? What happened?..."

Ugh, so many questions. As Gerard's fabulous technicolor yawn finally finished, he slumped sideways against the wall, pressing his face against the cold tiles and closing his eyes. He just needed to sleep now, but apparently Frankie had other ideas.

"Baby, don't go to sleep. I think you might have concussion, you know from falling off your chair?..."

Little did he know.

"Let's get you up...do you want a drink of water?...should I call a doctor?..."

Gerard's head was spinning, and not just from all the beer. He knew now that he had made a mistake. He'd drawn Frankie feeling so bad that he'd gotten kinda clingy, and it was a little much...especially for his drunken self.

"Come on baby..."

Frankie helped him to his feet and back through to the sofa. Why hadn't he noticed that Gerard was pissed off his face yet?...it wasn't like he could walk in a straight like or anything.

"I'll get you some water."

The younger man said, leaving Gerard to head into the kitchen. A minute later he returned, a bottle of water in his hand and a sigh on his lips.

"You drunk them all?"

His eyebrows furrowing slightly. Gerard looked down at his hands.

"Yes."

Shit, more tears. He thought that Frankie would be angry, but he wasn't.

"Oh Gerard...I'm sorry. This is my fault. I made you get drunk."

Fuck!...clingyclingyclingy.

Right then, Gerard resolved to fix this mess in the morning, when he was sober cause he should never draw when he was drunk, he got that now. He also remembered why he'd stopped drinking last time.

"No...not y-your...f-fault. All...mee..."

Then Gerard fell asleep. Frankie screwed his eyes up and ground his fists into them, til he saw spots. What the hell was happening to him? One minute he was mad as a rattlesnake, next he was crying and the next, he wanted nothing more than to hold Gerard close and make him feel better...was he bi-polar or something?

"Urgh..."

He groaned, exhaustion taking over. Gerard was snoring quietly next to him on the sofa now and Frankie really didn't want to try carrying him upstairs, so he just lay down, curling into his boyfriend's side and closing his eyes.

"Goodnight Gee."

He whispered before he slipped off to sleep, hoping that tomorrow everything would be better again.

~Time passes~

The next morning Gerard woke up with a bad hangover but he didn't care...he had to fix this as soon as possible. He looked over at Frankie...he'd really fucked up last night in everyway. He untangled myself from his boyfriend's strong arms and decided to draw him, hopefully for the last time.

Gerard went up to his study and got started. He put Frankie back to his usual self, he didn't care if the boy hated him now, he just wanted him to be himself.

"Gee? Come here, we need to talk."

He heard Frank call.

"Okay Frankie, I'm just coming!"

He shouted down. He put away his drawings, hoping his plan had worked. He left the study and walked down into the living room were Frank was sitting. His eyes were a bright red from crying. He patted the seat beside him and Gerard nervously sat down.

"I'm...I'm sorry about last night, I don't know why I said I'd leave you, that was wrong. Waking up beside you is the best thing ever baby and I never want it to change...but I'm still a bit pissed about that goddamn comic and you drinking six cans of beer...was that my fault?"

Frank curled up into Gerard's side and started to cry. Gerard wrapped his arms around him and kissed him.

"Aww, Frankie...please don't cry. It wasn't your fault...nothing was your fault. It's okay."

Gerard whispered soothingly in his ear.

"But it's not Gee. We had a massive fight and I walked out on you!"

Frank shouted, making Gerard jump a little.

"Just, don't do that to me again."

Gerard could feel his eyes starting to water a little.

"Gee, don't cry."

Frank wiped away a tear that was falling down the older boy's cheek with his thumb. He leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose and smiled a little.

"Just don't tell Mikey I started drinking again...please?"

Gerard started to cry again. He'd not only let himself down, he'd let Mikey down too.

"What...why?"

Frank asked. Gerard sighed and took a deep breath. He didn't like keeping secrets.

"You could have told me babe."

Frank said after Gerard had told him about his previous problem.

"I know...I'm sorry."

Gerard whispered, looking down.

"It's fine Gee...but you're going to tell Mikey."

Gerard stared at him, wide eyed.

"Why?!"

"Cause he's your brother and he helped you to recover before, so you need to tell him..."

He had a point...if it wasn't for Mikey, Gerard didn't know where he'd be. He nodded reluctantly.

"I'm so proud of you beautiful. Now, I'm going to make some lunch and after you can go to Mikey's, okay?"

Frank stood up.

"Can't you come with me?"

Gerard whined.

"Not today Gee bear, but maybe if you're good we could do something when you come back."

Frank wriggled his eyebrows seductively, making Gerard blush a little.

"Okay cutie, only cause I love you..."

Frank kissed Gerard and started to walk away to the kitchen.

"...and your cute ass!"

~Time passes~

After they'd eaten, Frank gave Gerard a lift to Mikey's place. He'd called ahead and his little bro said he'd drive him back.

Sitting in the car, out front of Mikey's house, Gerard started to get freaked out.

"I...I don't think I c-can do th-this."

He whimpered, eyes wide and staring at the front door opposite him. Frankie sighed and turned towards his boyfriend, taking both of Gerard's hands in his and squeezing gently, pulling his attention back into the car.

"Yes, you can..."

He sounded so certain.

"Gee, you are so much stronger than you think. You've been through so much and come through it all...and beside that...Mikey loves you, he won't be mad...he might be a bit upset that you didn't talk to him before you tried to drown yourself in beer..."

He smirked, telling Gerard that he was trying to lighten his mood.

"But you can do this. And when you get back, I'll be waiting for you..."

He leaned in close and whispered in Gerard's ear.

"...in bed...naked..."

Gerard's face took on the colour of a ripe tomato as he involuntarily moaned at the image Frankie's words brought to his mind, causing the younger man to giggle and grin.

"Down boy. Later..."

He said, dropping his eyes to Gerard's lap and noticing he was half-hard already.

"Now go see your brother, he's waiting."

Frankie nodded out the front windshield. Gerard turned to see Mikey standing on his doorstep, grinning like an idiot and waving at them. His head snapped quickly back toward Frankie, eyes wide as saucers, mouth hanging open.

"I can't go out there like...this!"

He said, motioning to his not so little problem. Frankie grinned at him.

"It's your punishment Gee..."

His eyes glinted wickedly.

"Unless you want me to help you out right now...with Mikey watching through the window?"

Gerard swallowed hard.

"You wouldn't dare..."

He whispered. Frankie wiggled his eyebrows at him as his hand slithered towards the button of Gerard's increasingly tight skinny jeans.

"FRANKIE..."

Gerard gasped, grabbing the sexy boy's wandering hand. He groaned, resigned to his fate.

"Ok...I'm going."

Frankie grinned in victory.

"I'll see you later baby...I love you."

"I love you too, jerk."

Gerard smiled wryly, as he opened the car door and climbed out rather awkwardly. Frankie winked at him as the door slammed, then watched a seriously embarrassed Gerard shuffle over to his brother, who appeared to be stifling a major case of the giggles.

Frankie drove home, thoughts of what other punishments he could devise for his beautiful boyfriend playing like a movie reel through his head.

It was no where near as bad as Gerard had thought it would be, partially cause Mikey was desperately trying to stop himself from laughing his ass off at his brother's currently uncomfortable condition, but mainly cause Frankie was right...Mikey did say that he wished Gerard had called him first, but also that he was proud of Gerard for admitting he'd slipped, and would be here if he needed to talk. Then he hugged him, wrapping his skinny arms around his brother and telling him that it would all be ok, an empty platitude maybe, but it kinda helped.

After a while, talking and drinking lots and lots of coffee, Mikey drove Gerard home. Dropping him off outside his house, Mikey waved then drove away.

Digging his keys from his pocket, Gerard unlocked the front door and stepped inside.

"FRANKIE?"

He called out into the quiet. Frankie's car was parked on the road outside, so he had to be there...The bedroom!

A smile spread across his face as he remembered Frankie's words. Dropping his keys on the table, Gerard took the stairs two at a time, pulling off his hoodie as he went and leaving it...well he didn't actually know where, not that he cared.

As he reached the bedroom door he saw it was open, just a crack, and slowly pushed it the rest of the way in.

Stepping inside, he was taken back at the sight before him. Around the room, on every available surface were dozens of tiny candles, their flames flickering and waving in the breeze he'd created when he'd opened the door...and on the bed...Frankie.

Laying on his back, naked as the day he was born, eyes closed and lips parted slightly, one hand stroking slowly up and down his length with a thin sheen of sweat covering his face and body, Frankie had never looked sexier.

Gerard whimpered slightly, drawing Frankie's attention to him. Frankie opened his eyes.

"What took you so long baby?...I nearly started without you..."

He smiled, looking drunk on desire.

"Get that pretty ass of yours over here..."

Ok...Gerard was hard now. Dragging his shirt off over his head and kicking off his shoes, almost tripping over as he did, Gerard stumbled over to the end of the bed and was about to climb on when Frankie stopped him.

"Uh uh...no clothes allowed on the bed..."

He grinned his famous Frankie grin and Gerard didn't hesitate to strip off his remaining items of clothing, which actually only consisted of his socks and skinnies, his aching hard-on springing free into the candle warmed air.

"So beautiful..."

Frankie breathed, instantly entranced by his lover's slender body.

All Frankie's plans for punishing Gerard went out the window as the taller boy crawled up the bed towards him and straight between his widely spread legs. Gerard removed Frankie's hand from his cock and replaced it swiftly with his hot, wet mouth, Frankie's back arching from the bed as loud moans erupted from his lips.

"Ahhhhh...Geeee...ohhh...GOD!..."

He cried out as Gerard took him into the back of his throat, swallowing around his head and sucking down the pre-cum.

"Geeee...I w-want you..."

He gasped, his head spinning in ecstasy. Gerard looked up at Frankie through his long dark lashes, his soft pink lips stretched tight around Frankie's large dick, and the younger man nearly lost it right there and then.

"Geeeeeee..."

Gerard removed his talented mouth from Frankie's member, causing a soft whine at the cooling air. Then he slowly crawled up Frankie's trembling body, kissing and tasting his lover's heated skin as he went, until he reached his collarbone and bit down hard.

"GEEE!"

Grinning at the delicious noises he was eliciting, Gerard was taken off guard when Frankie suddenly flipped them, reverting their positions and taking control.

Pinning Gerard's hands quickly above his head, Frankie set to work marking the startled man's throat, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin and watching as dark blood coloured his flesh.

"Fr-Frankie...pl-pleeease?"

Frankie grinned before sliding himself down, rubbing their bodies together as he went and settling between Gerard's knees.

"My God..."

He whispered.

"You look so fucking sexy all spread out for me like this..."

He licked his lips, his hands stroking up the inside of Gerard's thighs, teasing him as he squirmed, desperate for more.

"You want me inside you baby?..."

He asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer. Gerard couldn't form words right now, all he could do was nod frantically and make desperate whiny noises in his throat, but Frankie got the message. Jumping off the bed, Frankie went to the nightstand and opened the top drawer, rummaging inside he quickly found what he was looking for, then returned to his original position.

As he held up the small bottle, Gerard could see that it was mango flavoured lube...so the mangos in the kitchen were Frankie's then?...ok.

Popping the lid open, Frankie squeezed a drop onto his fingertip, then slipped it into his mouth.

"Mmmmm..."

Gerard watched, wide eyed. Frankie could see that he needed to be touched, the man beneath him was practically begging now...though he'd barely said a word. He didn't have to, the look in his eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, his chest pumping hard as his breaths deepened, it was fucking obvious what Gerard wanted...what he needed.

Frankie squeezed a generous amount of the sweet smelling gel into his hand and stroked himself a couple of times, coating his painfully hard dick in lube, then leaned down over Gerard's panting form, lifting his legs up to wrap around his waist before pressing his slick tip against his lover,s tight, puckered hole.

"This what you want baby?..."

Without waiting for an answer, he pushed himself in, feeling the moment Gerard's muscles relaxed enough for him to slide all the way.

"Oh oh oh...ooohhh..."

Frankie moaned as Gerard whimpered and whined, clutching at the bed sheets, his eyes shut tight. Frankie stilled as he bottomed out.

"You ok beautiful?"

He asked, softly. For a moment he worried as Gerard didn't reply, and he feared that he'd hurt him...but then...

"Mmmmoovvee, F-Frankie...pleeease."

Slowly, Frankie began to move, his hands firmly gripping Gerard's slim hips as he started to thrust and grind into him.

"Oh...oh God..."

"Yes...ahh...ah..."

"Baby. Oh...uhh..."

Their moans blurred into one, a sweet chorus of "Ahhs" and "Ohs" as their sweat soaked bodies slid against one another.

Frankie was getting close, he could feel that intense, warm, tightening sensation, deep inside him...and he knew it wouldn't be long. Looking down at Gerard's beautiful face, his head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth hanging open in a perfect O, Frankie knew he was close too.

Releasing his grip with his left hand, Frankie moved it to wrap his fingers around Gerard's throbbing, hard dick.

"Ahhhhh...Fra-Frankie..."

He started moving his hand fast, in time with his now almost brutal thrusts, as he soared towards his climax.

"So...clo-close."

Gerard panted out, barely able to breath let alone speak.

"Cum for me baby."

Frankie managed, a second before he came hard and deep inside of his love. Clinging on to Gerard's soaked body, Frankie rode out his orgasm as Gerard screamed through his.

"AAHHHHHHH!"

Body shaking with exhaustion, Frankie slid out and collapsed forward onto Gerard's chest, his arms unable to hold him up any longer. Panting and gasping slightly, Gerard rolled Frankie to his side and tried to catch his breath.

"Gee...you...ok?"

Frank was struggling to breathe himself. Gerard turned his head towards the man he loved more than anything in the world, linked their fingers together, and smiled.

"I love you Frankie."

Frank grinned back.

"I love you too Gee."

Both too exhausted to move, they drifted off into a peaceful, blissed out sleep, hot, sweaty, and covered in cum...but happy. They'd clean up tomorrow.

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