i think he likes you, man

gerard's POV

icy water ran over my back, sending a chill down my spine and making me gasp a little bit at the shock.
"that was hot" a small voice underneath me whispered. the red cheeks the remark was accompanied with made it clear frank didn't mean to say that.
"you're one to talk, aren't you?" i sarcastically replied, grinning. he stepped under the streaming water, which had warmed up suddenly and was more bearable that at first. he's flicked his hair out of his face and wrapped his arms around my chest, nuzzling into me. water cascaded over our bodies simultaneously. i ruffled his hair and smiled to myself.
almost a week ago i wasn't even in this state. the fact that we had literally forgotten the fact that frank was angry with me, annoyed with me, sad that i left, sad that i came back, happy that i was finally back and still more pissed off than that one night a year ago.
and he just went with it? i hope he didn't think i was moving too quickly, because, well. we were. but neither of us were complaining and now we're in the shower together. i rested my chin on his face and clung onto his back. i could hear a very faint noise again, coming from my room. frank had picked up on it too, and looked up at me as if to say "gerard-i-think-mikey-is-doing-something-again" look. which i was quite used to by now. i held my head closer to the shower door, as if that was helping me hear it. it wasn't. upon further inspection, i had deducted that my phone was going off. the chorus of "hey tomorrow, fuck you and your friend yesterday" by mindless self indulgence was clearer to me now.
"ugh, i'll be back." i said, pushing the door open and ignoring frank blatantly staring at my ass. used to that too.the many times he'd told me he'd "die for my ass" literally meant something new when he actually nearly did die for my ass.
i silenced my phone and held it to my still-wet ear.
"hey?"
"are you and frank still coming over? or did i disturb some quality butt sex?" i heard pete laugh over the phone, brendon and hayley's faint guilty laughs in the background.
"shit. what time is it?" i ignored his mild attempt at humour and got to the point.
"uh. it's like 10."
wait. me and frank must have been doing "the thing" for a...while.
"yeah. we'll be over in like half an hour"
"cool, see you then"
i hung up, threw my phone back onto my bed and pinched the bridge of my nose. how did i actually forget?!
my racing thoughts were silenced as a naked frank walked out into my room, his hair damp and a smirk on his face. his tattoos looked especially pretty, they just stood out when he was naked. obviously. he just generally looked better with no clothes on. with me somewhere nearby.
"who was that" he said, pretty nonchalant.
"i don't know if you remember but we literally have to go to pete's in half an hour"
his eyes widened and his grin wiped off his face.
"shit. all of my clothes have..-well. cum on them..." he went red again and i tried not to giggle at him.
"well borrow my clothes?" i looked at him like it was an obvious answer. it was, he'd look good in my skinny jeans.
"you could potentially be sacrificing an iron maiden shirt for me... are you willing to take that risk?" he giggled as i tossed him a probably clean black shirt.
"shut up and get dressed" i laughed as he pulled it over his head.
this was probably going to be really fucking awkward.

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