F*ck and Run

Frank’s alarm started going off too fucking early.
He fumbled around frantically for the snooze button and rolled over. The was half a moment where he was confused by the presence of the warm body beside him before remembering Gerard had come over the night before. Still half asleep, Gerard shifted closer to Frank and pulled him into his arms. Frank yawned and allowed himself to melt into the sweet and inviting warmth of Gerard’s embrace.
Just 5 more minutes, he told himself…
It felt like it was literally only 20 seconds later that his alarm was going off again. He pulled away from Gerard enough to smack at his alarm clock again, feeling around for the snooze button.
“Don’t you have to get up?” Gerard asked softly, pulling Frank back into his arms.
“Yeah.” Frank croaked. “But I don’t want to...”
Frank ghosted his fingers over Gerard’s back, realizing that Gerard had taken his shirt off at some point in the night. He pressed his lips against Gerard’s shoulder. It wasn’t a kiss, Frank wouldn’t call it that. It was just a press.
“Then don’t.” Gerard yawned, hugging Frank tighter and nuzzling his face into Frank’s neck. “Can you call out?” Gerard asked. His voice was right against Frank’s ear and it made him painfully aware of how hard he was.
Frank seriously considered Gerard’s suggestion for a moment. HIs sleep-thickened mind played over his work schedule. The idea that his coworker’s hot brother was in his bed asking him to play hooky wasn’t something he could easily say ‘no’ to. He could maybe convince Mikey to take notes on the staff meeting at 10, intentionally ignoring the ethics of asking his coworker to cover for him so that he could stay home and make out with said coworker’s older brother.
“I really wish I could.” Frank sighed, peeling back the blankets and shuddering. “But I have a staff meeting at 10 and we were gonna cover… Yeah, I kinda have to go in today.”
It was still pitch black outside. The orange glow of the streetlights casted long rectangles of faint light across the ceiling. Frank stared up at the shapes as his brain slowly booted up.
“I need to, um… get in the shower,” Frank said, trying to come off nonchalant, “You could join me? I mean... if you want.”
“Okay.” Gerard said, voice still groggy, tracing his fingers over Frank’s forearm. “Ahm… you go on ahead. I’ll be in in a few minutes.” He pulled the blankets over his shoulders and nuzzled into the pillows. Frank’s heart fluttered at how fucking cute Gerard was when he first woke up.
Frank apprehensively slid out of his bed and slipped out into the hallway. He was shivering by the time he got to the bathroom. He stood close to the creaking radiator as he waited for the shower water to warm up. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and stepped under the warm water. He quickly washed his hair and slid soap over his skin, trying to get as much of his morning routine underway before Gerard came in and fucked it up. Or, fucked him up… Whatever. Same difference.
By the time Frank managed to get completely clean Gerard still hadn’t come into the bathroom. He reached beyond the shower curtain and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste off the sink. Frank had been hoping they could make out in the shower. He wanted to give Gerard the best half-awake shower blow job he’d ever received. Not to mention Frank was still incredibly hard himself.
Frank tried not to be too disappointed that Gerard hadn’t come. He thought that maybe the guy had just fallen back asleep. Frank would’ve probably done the same. He stood under the hot spray and wondered how weird it would be to jack off and brush his teeth at the same time. He spit out his toothpaste, put his toothbrush back in it’s place on the sink and shut the water off, willing his boner away.
He wandered down the hall expecting to find Gerard passed out in his bed but Gerard wasn’t even in his room anymore. The light was on and Frank’s bed was made. For a moment Frank thought that Gerard had left again. His heart was just starting to sink when he heard a loud clang in the kitchen. Frank tugged a t-shirt and some boxers on and headed for the kitchen.
“Uh, hey,” Frank sighed as he entered the room, “how come you didn’t-”
It was hard to be mad at Gerard when he was shoving a mug of hot coffee in Frank’s hands. It wasn’t sleepy shower sex but it was still nice.
“Oh... Thanks...” Frank said, taking a sip of the coffee. It had been brewed too strong and had just a little too much almond milk added. Frank thought it was perfect.
He watched wordlessly as Gerard clumsily rifled through his kitchen cabinets. His hair was a terrifying, black mess, almost like something out of one of Frank’s nightmares. Frank tried his best not to let his gaze fall to the strip of pale skin as Gerard’s shirt rode up when he reached for something on a high shelf. At least he tried.
“Looking for something?” Frank asked, snapping back up to Gerard’s nightmare hair.
“I ahm… I wanted to make you breakfast but…” Gerard said, turning to look in Frank’s direction. His eyes focused on the wall behind Frank. “But I’m not sure what vegans eat for breakfast?”
Frank couldn’t help but laugh. Gerard was too stupid and too cute to be real.
“I’m sorry...” Gerard continued.
“Don’t be. That’s… incredibly sweet of you. I usually get breakfast on my way to work anyways.” Frank explained. He set his coffee down and lifted himself up and back onto the counter.
“Oh.” Gerard mumbled, fidgeting with his hands.
“I’ll have to make you a killer vegan breakfast some other day when I have more time.” Frank said, swinging his legs back and forth.
“I’d like that.” Gerard nodded. “...But what would be killer about it? Isn’t the whole point of veganism to not kill anything?”
“I didn’t mean literally.” Frank laughed.
“Oh… duh.” Gerard said, running a hand through his hair in attempt to smooth down the untidy raven locks.
An awkward silence fell over the two of them then. Frank couldn’t stop looking at Gerard. And Gerard refused to look at Frank at all. Frank couldn’t figure out why he was acting so strangely.
“C’mere.” Frank said softly, beckoning Gerard to come closer.
Gerard hesitantly took a few steps closer to Frank but it wasn’t close enough. Frank wanted him closer closer. He reached out and grabbed Gerard’s shirt collar, pulling him up against the counter between Frank’s legs.
Their lips met in a sloppy almost-kiss… if Frank’s lips against Gerard’s chin could even be considered a kiss. Gerard came to Frank’s rescue by framing Frank’s face with his hands and pressing his lips gently against Frank’s. Gerard tasted bitter, like the strong coffee without the almond milk cutting it.
The kiss was nice. Really, it was. But to Frank’s extreme frustration, Gerard still had some hangup about making out with Frank. Even as Frank pulled Gerard closer, sliding forward on the counter to move his hips against Gerard’s, Gerard returned his affections with the same polite kissing he had worldlessly insisted on the night before.
Could Frank be mad that Gerard hadn’t made out with him in the shower when he’d been busy making Frank coffee instead? Could Frank be mad that Gerard wouldn’t make out with him when he could’ve been not kissing him at all? Frank hadn’t come up with answers to those questions, but he certainly was mad.
“Gerard…” Frank sighed, pulling back a little, head thudding softly against the cupboard behind him, “Did I do something?”
“What?” Gerard asked, his oblivious deer-in-the-headlights look laid on a little too thick.
“Why don’t you wanna fuck me? What did I do?” Frank asked. He felt weird asking so bluntly, but he didn’t know how else to put it.
“You didn’t do anything, Frank…” Gerard sighed, dropping his hands to his sides. “I-”
“Bullshit.” Frank interrupted.
“I just…” Gerard started, swallowing hard, “Frank... you don’t think I have any self control and-”
“Why does it matter what I think?” Frank asked.
“Because.” Gerard said. He tried to pull away but Frank grabbed the front of his shirt to keep him from getting very far.
“Stop. You’re gonna stretch out my shirt.” Gerard laughed nervously.
“Stop trying to get away from me.” Frank countered.
“Fine.” Gerard said, wrapping his arms around Frank, “But seriously… I’m just trying to show you that I can control myself around you, regardless of how much I want you.”
Gerard leaned in and dragged his teeth over Frank’s neck, sending a shock straight down to his dick.
“Well fucking stop it, okay?” Frank gasped. “It’s torture.”
“Torture.” Gerard agreed, planting an open-mouthed kiss against Frank’s neck. He slid a hand up Frank’s thigh slowly.
“Is that why you didn’t come in the shower?” Frank asked softly, staring up at the ceiling as Gerard sucked on his neck.
“Sort of.” Gerard mumbled between kisses. His fingers toyed with the waistband of Frank’s boxers, pulling them down to caress the skin on Frank’s hips.
Frank wished for a moment he’d taken the time to put on pants. His boner was painfully obvious.
“I just wanted to blow you.” Frank whispered as Gerard pulled him closer.
“Why didn’t you say so?” Gerard asked, kissing Frank heatedly to prevent him from answering.
Gerard’s hand ghosted over Frank’s dick through the fabric and Frank couldn’t stop the moan that came out.
“Do we.. have time for this?” Gerard asked in between kisses.
“I’ll just have to be late… fuck it.” Frank replied.
Gerard moaned encouragingly as Frank slid his hips against Gerard’s. Frank could feel the press of Gerard’s boner through the rough denim of his jeans. He pulled Frank off the counter and practically shoved him in the direction of Frank’s bedroom. Frank couldn’t be mad.

It was like Gerard was on some kind of mission to get Frank off as quickly as possible. He pulled Frank’s shirt up and over his back as he followed him down the hallway. He pushed Frank down on the bed, pulling his boxers off as he slid down Frank’s body and shoved Frank’s cock in his mouth.
Frank was breathless with relief as Gerard sucked him off. Gerard was good at giving head. Frank wasn’t sure if it was the swirly thing he did with his tongue or the complete lack of gag reflex but Gerard’s mouth was a place Frank wanted to be more often.
An embarrassingly short amount of time later Frank was groaning Gerard’s name over and over and trying hard not to just come in the back of Gerard’s throat. He was putting up a pretty good fight until Gerard started teasing his ass.
“Gerard, I’m gonna…” Frank moaned.
Gerard hummed around Frank’s dick, perhaps in approval. Frank didn’t fucking know. The vibration pushed Frank over the edge. His hips bucked hard up into Gerard’s mouth as he let out a string of curses. Gerard not only had no gag reflex to speak of, he also seemed to have no problem whatsoever with swallowing all of Frank’s load. In fact, he seemed like he liked it.
Frank felt like a mushy pile of goo on top of the bed spread. Gerard crawled back up Frank’s body and curled up against Frank’s side.
“You’re so cute when you cum.” Gerard whispered, nuzzling his face against Frank’s neck. Frank had never thought of coming as "cute" before. He thought it was an odd use of the word.
The soft textures of Gerard’s jeans and t-shirt registered in Frank’s brain. Gerard hadn’t even bothered to undress himself. Before Frank could get too sleepy he rolled on top of Gerard and reached for the button on his jeans.
“Frankie…” Gerard groaned, pulling Frank’s hand away. “If you leave now you might make it on time.”
“How do you know what time I-”
“You work with my brother, right?” Gerard pointed out, pulling Frank down for a kiss.
“Hey!” Frank groaned, “Don’t talk about your brother when we just-”
“All I’m saying is that I know you have to be in at 9, okay!?” Gerard laughed, pushing Frank off. “If you get dressed in the next 5 minutes I bet you could still make it on time.”
“But…” Frank sighed, still at a loss for words in his post-fuck glow.
“You can thank me later.” Gerard offered suggestively, pecking Frank on the cheek.
“Okay.” Frank nodded.
“So fucking cute.” Gerard muttered under his breath, pulling Frank in for another hug before getting up.
Gerard pulled on his coat and drank the rest of Frank’s coffee while he watched Frank race around his apartment, getting everything together. Keys, wallet… It took awhile for him to remember where he’d left his phone but eventually he was also shrugging into a thick winter coat.
Frank paused at the door, wanting to kiss Gerard goodbye then in case Gerard didn’t want to be seen kissing him in public. He grabbed Gerard by the front of his coat and pulled him in for a kiss. Gerard returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Frank and hugging him close. They paused, staring into each others eyes for a moment before Gerard pointed out that Frank was going to be late.
Frank didn’t fucking care but he left that, as well as some other things left unsaid. He’d had a good time with Gerard. He probably would’ve had a good time even if Gerard hadn’t given him a blowjob at the last minute. He still wondered about Gerard’s bizarre tendency to heal and why Gerard cared so much about what Frank thought of him.
Gerard had said he wasn’t so good with serious conversations but when Frank thought about it, he realized he wasn’t so good with them either.

It had snowed more overnight. People were out shoveling the snow off of the sidewalks, but many of the sections of sidewalk were still covered in snow. If Frank was late for work, it wouldn’t be hard to make up some excuse about the snow.
About halfway down the block Gerard reached out and threaded his arm through Frank’s. Frank blushed at the display, turning his face across the street so that Gerard couldn’t see.
They stood on the subway platform together in silence. Frank was still groggy from the cup of coffee he hadn’t drank. He usually listened to music on the way to work. He was startled when Gerard wrapped his arms around him and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“We should hang out again soon.” Gerard said. “I don’t have work for the next couple of days so…”
“Yeah, um, I mean… I’m not doing anything later.” Frank said, burying his face in Gerard’s coat. His heart leapt as he realized that Gerard probably hadn’t meant that they should hang out later that same day.
“Great.” Gerard said, to Frank’s surprise. “Come over after work? We can make vegan breakfast for dinner.”
Frank smiled at the idea.
Their train whizzed past, coming to a grinding halt along the platform.
“Totally. It’ll be killer.” Frank said.
“Killer vegan breakfast...” Gerard mused, following Frank onto the subway car.
They held hands in silence for the short ride up to Frank’s stop.
“This is me…” Frank said softly.
“I know.” Gerard smiled. “See you tonight.”
“Yeah, see you.” Frank said.
Gerard leaned in and pecked Frank on the cheek.
Frank stepped out of the train car blushing like crazy. The pink remained on his cheeks the entire time it took him to get to his office.
He was just going to blame it on the cold and the snow, just like everything else.

Notes

ugh. idk.

-m