Gerard had dove into his bunk soon after Frank left (once he had redressed himself, of course. Once there, he shut his curtain and curled into a ball. What had he just done? Ruined everything, that’s what he fucking did. Frank was gone, and it was all his fucking fault. The band was going to suck for the rest of the tour, and his fantasy sex life was over.

Oh, who was he kidding? It was more than the assisted masturbation he was going to miss. It was Frank as a person. He would miss his smile, his giggle, his personality, the fact that he refused to accept his vertically challenged state…He hated that. He hated that he was able to think about Frank with such tenderness. He wanted nothing more than to view Frank with a sexual desire and nothing more, but it just wasn’t possible.

Gerard Way was in love with Frank Iero. It was a fact he probably should have accepted sooner. Maybe if he had, Frank would still be here. Maybe he would have had the sense to not do what he did. Maybe they could have had something, something real, something special.

He was ripped away from his thoughts by a drunken shout from his brother entering the bus, "Geeeeee Frankiiiiieeeeee! We brought you chineeeeeeese!"

"I’m not hungry." He called from his bunk.

"What about Frankie?"

"Frank," he paused as his voice cracked with a sob. He hadn’t even realized he was crying, "Frank’s gone. I don’t think he’s coming back."

"Well what’d you do to him, Geetard?" This from Bob, whose voice was very close to Gerard’s bunk.

"I didn’t fucking do anything!" he snapped. There was no way he would tell these guys the truth. That Frank woke up as he was about to…Gerard blanched. He had been about to rape his best friend. What kind of sick fuck did that?! Subconscious pleas aside, it was just wrong.

"Then what’d you say?"

"Nothing. He just left."

"Then why is his stuff still here? He clearly left in a hurry," Goddamned Ray and his clear-headed sobriety.

"Look, I don’t know what you want me to say. He’s gone. End of story."

Ray sighed, "Fine, we’ll look for him in the morning…

They didn’t actually "look" for him. The search consisted of multiple phone calls after which Gerard felt really stupid. The voicemails he left were pathetic. But what was he supposed to do? Telling Frank he loved him would probably only make matters worse. Begging and groveling was all he had.

It was three days before Mikey came to him with the good news he wanted to hear, "I found him," he whispered, "He didn’t want me to tell you, but you’re beating yourself up something awful and I can’t stand it anymore."

Gerard looked at him with red, sleepless eyes, "Wh-where? Mikey, I have to go to him. I have to tell him…to tell him…"

"That you love him?" Mikey finished his sentence. Gerard looked at him with bewildered eyes, "Oh, come on. I’m not stupid. You’re my brother; I can see it written all over your face. Everything you do is centered around Frank."

"Mikey, please stop psycho analyzing and just tell me where he is!"

"Fine," Mikey breathed a sigh, " He wanted me to bring his things to south 95th street."

He hadn’t even finished his sentence before Gerard was heading for the door. Perhaps it would have been faster and more efficient to use the bus, but Gerard wasn’t exactly thinking in that way. He just wanted to get to Frank, and fast. Besides, pulling up in the bus wouldn’t exactly be subtle, and Gerard didn’t want others there when he talked to Frank.

He sprinted down the streets, glancing at the signs as he went. Frank was on foot, so 95th couldn’t be far away, especially if he expected Mikey to meet him there alone. Unfortunately, Gerard had the direction sense of a blind chipmunk that was tossed in a paper bag and shook up a few times. He got turned around and walked in circles so much that it took him almost an hour to find the street that was, in fact, only two blocks away.

Frank was, as expected, not in plain sight. Therefore, Gerard had to check all the adjoining alleyways. This, of course, took even more time. Finally, he looked down one alley to find a slumping figure, just in time to hear a heartbreakingly familiar voice say, "Frank you fuck-up. You’re in love with Gerard and you just shoved him away."

The words brought so much joy to Gerard’s being. He could see Frank’s eyes, so he knew it wasn’t more sleep talk.

"’Bout time you figured it out," he said. Frank looked up at him, an extremely surprised look on his face, "Did you really think Mikey wouldn’t tell me? I was worried sick about you I—."

He was cut off by a pair of extremely soft lips. In a haze, he recognized them as Frank’s. Tentatively, he began to move his lips against the other man’s, not wanting to startle him. Then his confidence grew and he snaked his arms around Frank’s waist. He pushed Frank gently against a wall before pulling away, both of them breathing hard.

"I fucking love you, Franklin Iero. And…I lied a bit. You never said you wanted me for my body. Well, you did, but I made you. You tried to tell me you love me and I…I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to admit that I love you as well. Frankie, I’m so sorry. You can’t even imagine how bad I feel."

Frank shook his head, "I’m sorry, too. I mean, what you did was twisted and wrong, but….Inside I knew you were right about my sleep-talking. I was in the same situation as you. I wanted you to be a brother, not a lover. If I had realized sooner….Well, maybe you would never have done that…"

Gerard shook his head, laughing a bit as tears pooled in his eyes, "You are not taking the blame for this. I was in the wrong, not you."

Frank rolled his eyes, "Just shut up and kiss me already."

And Gerard did. It was magical and perfect and honest and everything you read about in novels, but more. Oh, it was so much more than that. It was years of passion and bottled up feelings. It was love and lust, happiness and sadness, and every feeling in-between. It was two grown men, kissing in an alleyway, no longer afraid of what they felt…

Notes

Yes, it was a short story. I could try to keep going with it, but I would have to ponder for a few days.........I mean, you should count yourselves lucky that i even wrote four chapters though. This really was supposed to be a one shot. I love you all for reading. Ideas would be appreciated if i am to make more....