You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want

As soon as the alarm sounded, Gerard was up and out of the bed in a flash, slipping on comics and fumbling for his bags. Frank, however, was curled up in the same position, mumbling into the blankets.
“Frank! Get up!” Gerard hissed, poking Frank’s exposed shoulder.
“W-wha? Gerard?” Frank’s voice was thick with sleep, his eyes heavy as he rolled over under the duvet.
“We need to go!” Gerard whisper-yelled, pulling Frank up from the bed and holding him upright, as he one-handedly tried to gather the bags. He dragged Frank out of the room behind him, trailing his fingers along the wall to navigate through the darkness. Frank was still half asleep, blindly trying to pull a ruck sack up onto his back.
Once they were upstairs, in the kitchen, they had an easy escape route: out the front door.
“Gerard, I need to grab a soda.” Frank whispered into the black room, sliding across the tiled floor to where he knew the fridge would be. He took a soda out from the top shelf, squinting as the harsh white light illuminated the first part of the kitchen. As he went to close the door, a soda can fell and knocked the whole pack down, sending them skidding across the tiles, fizzing and cracking in the silence.
“Fuck!” Gerard cursed, making a grab for Frank’s hand as he heard slippered feet shuffling across the landing upstairs. “Quick, this way.” They stumbled through the sitting room, to the back door, falling out onto the grass as they heard hurried footsteps in the kitchen.
Frank launched himself over a broken patch in the fence, scraping his sneakers on the barbed wire which had fallen to ankle level. Gerard followed suit, cursing as ivy tangled itself in his long black hair, and the wire ripped at his new skinny jeans. They didn’t stop running until they had crossed the road and were leaning against the wall of a grimy alley, a few blocks away from Gerard’s house.
“Holy shit. That didn’t need to be so dramatic.” Frank breathed, his lungs gasping for the foggy New Jersey air.
“Yes, it fucking did. If you hadn’t knocked that damn soda, I wouldn’t have ripped my new jeans!” Gerard clutched at his ribs, still panting for breath, scowling at his smirking boyfriend.
“You’re such a girl.” Frank giggled, moving closer to Gerard and running a hand through his black tangles.
“I love you.” Gerard whispered, filling the space between them with a closed mouthed kiss; sweet and innocent.
“I love you too.” Frank smiled, his eyes bright in the faded street lamp light which filtered into the alley “Now, what next?”
******Time Lapse******
They had been huddled on the same bench for about 20 minutes, cuddling in the cold of the night. The last few straggling drunks were staggering about on the street, yelling at thin air, and the traffic continued to roar past them.

"Where are we gonna go?" Frank asked, nuzzling into Gerard's neck to fight off the breeze.
"A hotel for a few nights. I brought my savings, so we can catch a taxi and stay a few towns from here. Is that okay, sugar?" Gerard smiled at Frank kindly, pulling his scarf further up his neck. It was really cold.
"Sure." Frank let out a defeated sigh "I wish this wasn't all so hard. I don't wanna whine or anything, but it real fucking pisses me off. Fuck my dad. He needs to get a fucking grip." He felt the anger pooling in the pit of his stomach and his fists tightened around the hem of Gerard's coat he was fiddling with.
"It will get better, Frankie. So much better. I promise." Gerard pulled Frank onto his lap, so they were facing each other, and cupped his face in his hands. He ran his thumbs over Frank's cheeks, under his eyes and over his lip, leaning in to kiss him. The kiss was open mouthed this time, and involved plenty of tongue and teeth, Frank winding his legs around Gerard's waist to push them closer together. An embarrassing sound escaped the back of his throat and he blushed profusely, pulling away to gasp for air.

"Okay." He giggled. "Let's go get that cab." Frank grabbed Gerard's hand and pulled him up from the bench, walking to the road side and holding out a skeleton gloved hand to pull the nearest taxi over. Gerard handed over the money and they clambered into the back, sitting far too close to each other. As soon as the taxi pulled off the curb, Frank was attacking Gerard's mouth with his own, pushing him into the black leather seats with unexpected force. It was around a half an hour drive, before the cab was stopping in front of a large white wash hotel, both Gerard and Frank oblivious to exactly where they were. This, they hoped, was the start of a new beginning.

Notes

Hey, it's DieWithUrMaskOn here. Its a sequel! I enjoyed writing this so much with Shay that we decided to make a second fic. I hope you all enjoy it, and keep commenting, subscribing, voting and rating etc. We love to hear from you! :)

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