Give Me Blood

It wasn't exactly evening yet, more like 3:30 pm, when Gerard left his house in high spirits, to go visit Frank. He even started whistling happily, as he walked down the familiar streets in a pretty fast pace. He was eager to get to his destination, his time with Frank was measured and very precious.
When he finally arrived in front of the right tour bus, the nerves set in. Not because he was going to tell Frank about his crush on him, this would be the most stupid thing to do in the history of stupid things Gerard Way did. No, this wasn't going to happen any time soon, or ever, if he could help it. But still, it was the first time of him seeing Frank while being aware of his resurfaced feelings. And because of this it was just bound to become awkward.
With a sigh, he went to open the door. Awkward or not, he couldn't wait any longer to see him. Before he could reach the handle, the door swung open, almost hitting him in the face. Out came Jamia, who upon seeing Gerard turned back around calling 'He's here' into the bus, before throwing a wink at a confused looking Gerard and walking away. Looking after her, Gerard decided that the wink was just an indicator of her good mood, which made him really jealous, because the reason for that was surely in this bus right now and he didn't even want to imagine what those two might have done in there, that landed her in such a blissful state. He didn't want to, but he couldn't help it, his mind was wandering to those forbidden places on its own accord, conjuring up images that made him grit his teeth. He didn't want to be like that, he liked Jamia, she was a good person and really beautiful and best of all, she seemed to make Frank happy. But still, he really wanted to be that person at Frank's side, making him beam with happiness.
Sighing again, he made his way inside, where he was met with an equally happy looking Frank, the grin on his face almost streching from ear to ear and it made Gerard bitter, thinking that Jamia was the cause for Frank's ecstatic expresssion.
'What did you two do in here?', he asked, unable to keep the venom out of his words.
He was shocked at himself for a moment, why on earth would he ask that? It was none of his business, he had no right to ask and he definitely had no right to act so pissed about it. Frank's face fell, taken aback, he looked at Gerard with confusion and a hint of hurt in his eyes.
'Talk?', he answered insecurely, focussing on the floor between them. He looked like a kicked puppy all of a sudden, the complete opposite to the happy Frank of mere seconds ago and Gerard was overwhelmed by guilt and shame. He had succeeded to crash Frank down in only a moment, when all he ever wanted was to make him happy.
Cautiously, he took a step closer to Frank, who was sat on the couch, still looking down, and sat down beside him. Laying an arm around his shoulders, he apologized softly.
'I didn't mean to upset you, I'm sorry. What you do with your wife doesn't concern me and I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I totally ruined the mood, I'm so sorry'.
'Why do you care, though, Gee?', Frank asked, looking up to meet his eyes, oblivious to the jealousy that had been in Gerard's voice, 'Are you okay? ', he added as an afterthought.
Gerard smiled. Frank didn't blame him, he was worried about him. This warmed his heart. Frank was such a loyal and good person and the best friend that he could wish for. But how could he answer the question?
No, I'm not okay. I'm in love with you but you are married and so am I?
The truth was not really the best option there. But he also didn't want to lie. So he decided to just tell him that, no, he was not okay, but leave out the reason.
Frank, of course, was worried by this. 'Has this something to do with your family?', he asked.
This wasn't entirely wrong, so Gerard nodded weakly. 'Yeah, kinda', he breathed.
'Is Bandit ill? Has Mikey relapsed? Oh my god, what happened?', Frank asked, jumping to the worst conclusions, making Gerard chuckle.
'No, it's nothing like that. Bandit is staying with Mikey, they should both be alright. They had pancakes this morning, Mikey sent me a picture', he smiled 'No, I'm just confused about some stuff right now', he sighed, looking down.
'About what?', Frank asked softly.
'I can't talk about it',Gerard answered.
To you, he added in his head. Or to anybody for that matter, Lindsey surely wouldn't appreciate it and Mikey wouldn't either.
'You don't have to tell me', Frank said, looking Gerard in the eyes, 'But you can, whenever you need to. I'll always be there for you'. And with that he pulled Gerard into a hug, into which he melted, feeling content for the moment.
Frank cared and that was all he needed.

Notes

Please excused the long wait! I had my boring reasons, but enjoy anyway and tell me how you like it (: