F*ck and Run

The late morning drive from the cabin to the city was mostly peaceful.
Mikey was thankful that Gerard slept through the more difficult parts of the drive. The forest roads were blanketed in snow, and while it was nothing the car couldn’t handle, it still required Mikey’s complete and undivided attention. It was nice to drive through the blinding white woods without the distraction of the radio, or the babbling of his older brother who was still completely in denial about his hopeless crush on Frank Iero.
Gerard woke up right as they turned off the forestry roads and started to drive into civilization, It was like his lupine senses somehow allowed him to detect their distance from the nearest Starbucks. And like clockwork, he requested they stop at for coffee and Mikey was happy to oblige.
Of course, Gerard fell asleep once they were back on the road again. Mikey finished his latte in silence and even managed to drink half of Gerard’s in spite of the fact that it had gone cold.
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Gerard was calling Frank before they could even see Manhattan in the distance. Mikey smirked fondly as he watched his older brother absentmindedly turn the radio down so that he could hear Frank over the phone better. He politely tuned-out their conversation, entirely disinterested in listening to Gerard’s butchered attempts at flirting.
Mikey knew how Gerard’s mind worked. Gerard had probably been looking for an excuse to show Frank he cared in some subtle, vague sort of way that he could later deny, and Frank’s bad luck had practically handed it to him. Gerard wasn’t going to ask Frank to stay with him because he wanted Frank to stay with him, Gerard was going to play it off on the recent turn of events in Frank’s life. Mikey wanted nothing more than to tease Gerard about it, but there was no way in hell he was going to end up responsible for any backpedaling in their relationship.
“I’ll come to Jersey then.” Gerard insisted, snapping Mikey out of his thoughts.
Mikey had almost swerved the car into another lane out of utter shock. Gerard had to really like Frank if he was willing to go all the way to fucking Jersey for him. Frank had no fucking idea.

When Gerard got off the phone with Frank he asked Mikey if he would drive him all the way to Frank’s mom’s house. Mikey happily declined. He wasn’t going to tease Gerard for liking Frank, but he could certainly make Gerard work for it.
It almost wasn’t worth it, though, because Gerard complained about it for the rest of the drive through Manhattan.
“You seriously won’t give me a ride there?” Gerard pleaded as Mikey brought the car to a stop in front of Gerard’s apartment building.
“I’ve been taking care of your stupidity all weekend. I have work to do.” Mikey lied.
“Mikey, come on, please.” Gerard begged.
“I can’t wait for you guys to get married.” Mikey sighed, fighting to hide a smirk, “Then he can drive you up to the cabin and I can actually do something normal during the full moons again.”
“You’re such a dick.” Gerard grumbled, getting out of the car faster than Mikey had ever seen him do it before.
Nothing got rid of Gerard faster than the mention of holy matrimony. It was a subject Mikey used sparingly so that it would never lose it’s power over his older brother. He seemed more afraid of the topic than usual. Which was sort of sweet in a way.

Gerard might’ve broken a world record with how quickly he showered, made himself coffee, and checked around his apartment to make sure it was clean. He pulled on a set of clean clothes and dashed out the door, not even bothering to turn around when he realized he’d forgotten his hat and gloves. He regretted not going back and getting them by the time he got to the train station. His damp hair was freezing, and the tips of his ears were sore from the cold. The exhaustion in every limb in his body only made him feel ten times colder. Eventually the train pulled up against the platform, groaning to a halt in front of Gerard, and it didn’t matter if he was cold because the train was warm and he was finally on his way to Frank.
Gerard was a particularly impatient individual, he could admit to that, but he swore the train ride would’ve tried the patience of a fucking nun. He listened to his Ipod, trying to will himself to not pass-the-fuck-out as he stared out the window for the first 45 minutes. The stupid thing ran out of batteries after that. He’d been too busy changing into a wolf all weekend to charge the damn thing. His body was so drained of aggression, he did nothing but sigh and shove the dead device in his bag forlornly.
Another 45 minutes of trying to keep himself awake and the train was finally pulling into the station Frank had said he would be waiting for Gerard at. Gerard was the only one who got off the train when it stopped. The platform was completely deserted, aside from a transit worker in a uniform meandering along and sweeping litter into a dustpan.
Gerard made his way through the turnstiles and out of the train station. He glanced out over the parking lot, not sure what he was even supposed to be looking for. He hadn’t asked Frank what kind of car he would be driving.
He pulled out his phone and called Frank. It rang and rang and… went to his voicemail. Gerard spun around and looked up at the sign above the exit. He was exactly where Frank had told him to go. He was sure of it.
Gerard tried not to freak out. Frank didn’t seem like the type to tell a guy to take an hour and a half train ride to the middle of rural New Jersey as a fun prank. At least, Gerard fucking hoped he wasn’t.
The winter wind whipped around him violently, reminding Gerard he’d forgotten his fucking hat. Fucking impatience. He shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned up against the side of the building, which seemed to, almost, sort of, reduce the chill of the wind. He glanced up at the sky and sighed with relief when he didn’t see stormclouds.
When he glanced back out towards the parking lot, he saw a beat-up, red Honda idling against the curb. The passenger side window rolled down stiffly, revealing a smirking Frank in the driver’s seat.
Gerard quickly crossed the walkway and pulled open the passenger-side door. Before he could even think about it he was closing the space between them and crushing his lips against Frank’s. Frank froze up and made a small, helpless noise in his throat as Gerard kissed him. He thought for a few anxiety-inducing milliseconds that he’d read the situation entirely wrong and made a huge misstep, but before he could pull away Frank was tangling his fingers in Gerard’s hair and pulling him closer. He could feel Frank smiling against his lips and it made his heart flutter.
“Hi.” Frank whispered, trying to pull back enough to look into Gerard’s eyes.
“Hi.” Gerard repeated. He tried to wrap his arms around Frank’s neck and hug him. It was hard to be smooth and romantic in the small, cramped space but if Frank gave a fuck, he didn’t say so.
As Gerard breathed him in, he noticed Frank smelled different. There were notes of unfamiliar laundry detergent and shampoo mixed with the familiar undercurrents of Frank’s usual scent and the brand of cigarettes he liked.
A gust of wind billowed in through the open car door, sucking all the heat out of the car’s cabin.
“Close the door.” Frank commanded, laughing breathily, “It’s fucking cold out.”
Gerard nodded, ungracefully pulling away from Frank and reaching out to close the door. The passenger side window started to ascend with a loud, whirring sound as Gerard squirmed into the passenger seat. Frank put the car in drive and spun the wheel with his gloved hands. Gerard’s eyes locked on the skeleton print on the backs of the gloves.
“Cool gloves.” Gerard said.
“Thanks! Found ‘em in a box in my old room.” Frank grinned, waggling his fingers on the steering wheel.
It scared the shit out of Gerard. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from telling Frank to keep his hands on the motherfucking wheel. He tore his eyes away from Frank’s hands and tried to focus instead on the neighborhood they were driving through.
Gerard hadn’t known that Frank could drive at all, though he supposed it made sense. You couldn’t get anywhere growing up in the Jersey suburbs without a car. Just because Frank could drive, didn’t mean he was a ‘good driver’, but ‘hey, are you a good driver?’ seemed like a rude thing to ask someone who had been nice enough to go out of their way and pick him up from a train station in the middle of nowhere.
“I have to pick up a few things at the store.” Frank said, cutting the silence Gerard hadn’t even been aware of, “I hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind at all.” Gerard said, “Actually, I-”
Gerard stopped short because he- what? Just wanted to see Frank and didn’t care what the fuck they did all day? Had missed Frank terribly? Was sorry he still hadn’t mentioned the whole werewolf thing and that he’d allowed it to get in the way of their un-relationship?
Frank saved him from his incomplete sentence by mentioning the store he wanted to stop by was the only one in town that carried the kind of egg-replacers he liked. Gerard closed his eyes and kind of zoned out as Frank explained what he liked and didn’t like about various dairy substitutes. He didn’t know the first fucking thing about baking, let alone vegan baking, but he liked the sound of Frank’s voice. He’d missed it.
He didn’t open his eyes until Frank cut the engine.
“You can stay in the car if you want, sleeping beauty.” Frank teased, “I’ll be in and out in 5 minutes.”
“No I’ll come in with you.” Gerard said groggily, sliding out of the passenger seat.
“I can make us some coffee when we get back to my mom’s place.” Frank promised.

All of Jersey looked the same to Gerard. The dreary grocery store in Frank’s neighborhood was no exception. The aisles were full of parents yelling at their children with their thick Jersey twangs, depressed old people, and delinquent teenagers. Frank would’ve stood out to Gerard, whether they had gone in together or not. He didn’t look like someone who’d just lost his apartment to some kind of unpredictable, random disaster. In fact, he was the only the person in the entire store who looked happy, and Gerard couldn’t help but wish it had something to do with him.
Frank held his nose and made loud gagging sounds as they maneuvered through the meat department, as if they were the only two people in the store. His behavior earned him a few dirty looks from sour old ladies. Gerard couldn’t tell if it was his behavior, the dyed hair or a combination of the two.
As Gerard looked around the store, he started to doubt there was a single thing in the store that was vegan. He wouldn’t have been surprised if everything in the produce department was routinely sprayed with meat juice, just to spite vegans. Jersey could be weird like that, especially the little towns.
Frank actually fucking turned around and grinned at Gerard when he stopped in front of a small, refrigerated case of packaged soy products. He held up a package of tofu like he’d just won a contest and the trophy was soybeans.
It took the smallest things to make Frank happy and Gerard loved him for it. He could follow the moody punk around the grocery store every day and never get bored of it. But instead of saying so, Gerard just pulled Frank by the front of his coat and kissed him softly. Frank went limp under Gerard’s touch, letting his arms fall at his sides, still tightly clutching the package of fucking tofu in one of his skeleton gloves.
“I missed you.” Gerard whispered when he finally let Frank go.
Frank just blushed and went back to babbling about his stupid baking substitutes. Gerard didn’t know the first thing about baking, but he could tell Frank wasn’t making any sense, even to someone who did know about baking.
Eventually they paid for their groceries and made their way out of the store. It had taken them way more than 5 minutes. If Gerard had to guess, he’d say that nothing Frank insisted would take only 5 minutes, ever actually took only 5 minutes.

The drive to Frank’s mom’s house was short and scenic. Frank pointed out his high school and the church he’d almost burned down across the street. It was an ugly, modern building, with a huge, white metal cross affixed to the top of it. Gerard thought Frank would’ve done the world a favor if the fire he’d started all those years ago had actually done any damage.
A few moments later Frank was pointing to the street corner where he’d had his first kiss. As Gerard stared out at the empty expanse of concrete Frank spoke of so fondly, he hated himself just a little bit. He didn’t remember the first time he’d kissed Frank. It might’ve been at the bar, or in the cab on their way back to Frank’s place. It could’ve been they didn’t start kissing until they got to Frank’s apartment. That was likely.
Gerard supposed he could just ask Frank, but he didn’t know how Frank would take it and he didn’t want to upset him when he’d already had such a bad week.
While Gerard slumped into a bout of pitiful self-loathing, Frank went on talking, pointing out other landmarks that were of sentimental value to him as he drove slowly through the neighborhoods. He looked fucking smug whenever he pointed out a house he’d egged or a mailbox he’d blown up with firecrackers. He hadn’t been joking when he’d told Gerard he’d been a piece of shit troublemaker.
Frank had grown up in a cute, quiet part of town. The houses, with their varying colors of chipped paint, snow-covered roofs, and weathered, tacky lawn ornaments, all looked sort of identical in a way. It reminded Gerard of the part of Jersey he’d grown up in.
Frank pulled the car in front of an old grey house nestled in the middle of the block. From the outside the house looked plain and simple, blending in with the rest of the houses.
Gerard had been so caught up in his thoughts, so worn out from the nights of transitioning, that it hadn’t even occurred to him that they were going to Frank’s mom’s house where he would inevitably be meeting Frank’s mom.
Frank hadn’t even mentioned his mom, which Gerard suddenly found a little strange. What if she was a mean, old, homophobic racist and that was why Frank hadn’t mentioned her? What if she was totally normal and sweet and polite but completely hated artists like Gerard? Gerard wasn’t sure what she would be like, or how Frank would introduce Gerard to her.
Frank wouldn’t even acknowledge that he and Gerard were friends the last time they’d spoken about it. Gerard supposed they were just… acquaintances? Acquaintances who liked to shower together ...and cook for each other ...and frequently engage in exhaustingly perfect sex.
They were long overdue for an updated version of that miserable conversation but the timing couldn’t have possibly been worse.
Gerard grabbed a bag of groceries from the back seat and followed Frank through the metal gate, anxiously noting the ‘Beware of Dog’ sign attached to it. That was just great. Gerard liked dogs just fine, it was just that, well, dogs didn’t always seem to like him back.
He couldn’t believe he was following Frank, his not-boyfriend, into the house he’d grown up in, where he’d quite possibly be meeting Frank’s mom and her dog. Or maybe it was “dogs”. Dog plural. Several dogs.
It would be an understatement to say that Gerard was nervous.

“So, um, my mom’s not actually gonna be home for a few hours.” Frank explained as he led Gerard down a path around the side of the house that led to a basement door, “...So like, you don’t have to meet her if you don’t want to… but like, you can... if you want.”
Gerard released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He to not let his relief show on his face as Frank shot him a quick, curious glance while he was fumbling with a set of house keys.
The offer was simple and innocent enough, but the implications of Gerard’s answer would be huge. He didn’t know if he wanted to meet Frank’s mom or not. On one hand, yes. Absolutely. On the other hand, there’d be that awkward moment where she looked at him and then at Frank and then back at him and… oh God.
“You don’t have to decide right now. You can think about it.” Frank offered quickly, pushing the door open and grabbing the grocery bag out of Gerard’s hands. It didn’t show on his face, but Gerard felt like he’d let Frank down by not jumping to answer. It felt like further evidence he didn’t belong in Frank’s good graces - or in his childhood home, for that matter.
Gerard followed Frank up a dark, creaky stairway into a small kitchen. Gerard wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but the place was... nothing like he thought it would be. It smelled like cigarettes and something artificially floral. In fact, fake flowers seemed to be Frank’s mother’s specialty. The kitchen was covered in framed pictures of flowers, floral wall paper, dusty old lace hung from the curtain rods, a well-worn floral tablecloth covered the small table in the corner. The table itself, was occupied by an ashtray and a vase full of… fake flowers, of course. There were flowers everywhere, but none of them were living.
“Your mom likes flowers.” Gerard commented, cutting the silence.
“She sure does.” Frank laughed. “But just the ones you can’t kill. She’s terrible at actually keeping things alive- Plants alive, I mean. She kept me alive just fine and the dogs-”
“Yeah, I saw a beware of dog sign.” Gerard interrupted, “Does your mom have dogs?”
“Oh, um, she used to.” Frank said, frowning slightly, “You noticed the sign, huh?”
Gerard nodded, watching as Frank shoved an entire bag of groceries into the refrigerator without sorting them. He was acting sort of strangely, now that Gerard thought about it. He was on-edge and distracted. Gerard couldn’t imagine what the fuck must’ve been going on in the guy’s head. Even if Frank was one of those ‘the less you own, the freer you are’ anarchist-types, Gerard still couldn’t imagine he’d be okay with suddenly losing all his worldly possessions a few months after witnessing his neighbor’s horrific death. No one in their right mind would be okay with that.
“We kept the sign on the fence to keep burglars out.” Frank explained, “People are like, less likely to break into your house if they think you have a dog… or something?”
He shrugged and spun around towards the counter.
“You still want coffee?” he asked, starting to fill the coffee pot with water without waiting for Gerard to answer.
“Frank?” Gerard asked softly, reaching out to grab his shoulder.
“Yeah?” Frank replied, slipping a filter full of coffee grounds in the basket.
“Are you okay?” Gerard asked.
“Yeah?” Frank answered, spinning around and leaning against the counter. His face was completely blank as he stared back at Gerard.
“No, I mean like, are you okay?” Gerard tried again, “You’ve been through a lot…”
“I’m fine.” Frank shrugged.
Gerard stepped closer and slid his fingers along Frank’s jaw. Frank leaned into Gerard’s hand and closed his eyes.
“I was worried about you.” Gerard said softly. “Or, I mean, I am worried about you.
“I can handle myself just fine.” Frank offered, trying to take a stab at ‘reassuring.’ He reached a hand up and laced his fingers with Gerard’s as he nuzzled his palm.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t.” Gerard argued, “I just… I wasn’t there for you and-”
“I don’t need you.” Frank interrupted, opening his eyes slowly and locking them with Gerard’s. The statement didn’t come from a place of anger. In fact, as cold as it was, it just sounded matter-of-fact.
“I know you don’t...” Gerard said, trying to not let how taken aback he was show in his face. He tried to pull his hand away but Frank wouldn’t let him. The coffee pot gurgled behind them, cutting up the heavy, awkward feeling curling in Gerard’s chest.
“Listen,” Frank sighed, “I don’t want all this stuff that’s happening with me to complicate things between us. They’re already complicated enough.”
Gerard had no idea what the fuck that was supposed to mean but it made him ten times more uncomfortable than he already was.
“What do you mean?” Gerard asked slowly. He could think of quite a few different aspects of their un-relationship that were complicated but he wasn’t sure what Frank was referring to.
Instead of answering him, Frank just shook his head and laughed.
Nothing was funny about Frank’s situation. About their situation. Gerard didn’t think so. He was about to say so when Frank leaned forward and pressed his lips against Gerard’s.
Gerard wanted to argue against Frank’s attempt to change the subject but it was hard to argue with Frank’s tongue in his mouth. If the guy just wanted a distraction, Gerard was happy to be a distraction. They kissed lazily against the counter, helping each other out of their coats. Gerard’s coat had all these complicated buttons that Frank absolutely hated. He playfully threatened to rip them off as Gerard mouthed at his neck.
Gerard hadn't really looked at what Frank was wearing until he was sliding out of his coat. His clothes were all black and impossibly tight. His shirt had holes and bleach stains all over it and rode up over his hips, exposing his tattoos. Gerard’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of them.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” he asked softly.
“Oh, uh-” Frank stammered, blushing and glancing down at himself self-consciously, “I dug a bunch of my stuff from highschool out of storage... It’s not that bad is it? I mean, I know I probably look like a fucking teenager and all-”
“You look… good.” Gerard said slowly.
“Good?” Frank repeated in discontentment, pulling the shirt down to try and stretch it over his exposed skin, “I had a feeling it was a little too much but-”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” Gerard countered, “You look fucking good, Frankie.”
“Oh.” Frank breathed, blushing harder.
Gerard reached out and ran his fingers over Frank’s strip of exposed skin.
Gerard had either said or done the right thing, because suddenly Frank was pulling him by the hand and leading him down the stairs and down another set of stairs to the basement. Gerard trailed behind Frank into a dimly lit bedroom. The walls were covered in old, weathered punk posters which meant that either Frank’s mom was a closet punk or they were in Frank’s old room. Gerard guessed it was the latter.
They had to weave around a few stacks of cardboard boxes to get to the bed. Gerard barely had time to take in his surroundings before Frank was pushing him down on the bed and sliding on top of him. Frank leaned back and pulled the tight black shirt over his head. Gerard hated to see it go, but loved watching Frank’s tattoos stretch and distort as he reached his arms over his head to slide it off.
Gerard rolled his hips and pushed Frank down onto the mattress, kissing him slowly as he ground his hips against Frank’s. There was no sense of urgency behind the way Frank sunk his teeth into Gerard’s lower lip. They had hours alone together, undisturbed in a basement in the middle of Nowhere, New jersey.
Gerard trailed slowly, sweet kisses down Frank’s neck, working his way over his collar bones, over the arches of his ribs, down his sides towards his hips. It wasn’t like Gerard could kiss away everything that had happened to Frank in the past couple of months, but he could certainly try. Every time Frank tried to move, Gerard pinned him down harder, determined to kiss every inch of his skin. Frank tasted salty and sweet and familiar. Gerard had missed the taste. He’d missed the warmth. He’d missed the sounds Frank made when he was turned on.
Gerard palmed at Frank’s hard-on through his jeans but made no motion to take them off. In no time at all Frank was a moaning wreck under him, and it was obvious he fucking loved it.
“I never thought I’d ever say this,” Frank breathed, “But stop fucking kissing me.”
“Why?” Gerard asked, pulling his lips away from Frank’s ribs and looking up at him curiously.
Frank reached out for the nightstand, pulling out the top drawer and feeling around inside. He retrieved a string of condom wrappers, and inspected the packages in the dim of the room.
“These expired like, three years ago.” Frank huffed, tossing them onto the floor.
He stuck his hand in the drawer again, and felt around for a few moments, eventually retrieving a bottle of lube.
“And this belongs in a fucking museum.” he laughed. “Fuck. I should’ve thought about this while we were at the store. Why didn’t you remind me?”
“The thought hadn’t crossed my mind, I guess?” Gerard shrugged, sliding into the place beside Frank on the bed and wrapping his arm around Frank’s middle.
“It didn’t?” Frank asked incredulously.
“No.” Gerard said, nuzzling his face in the crook of Frank’s neck, “I guess I wasn’t sure if you’d even want to. I usually keep a few in my bag but I left in kind of a rush and I-”
“Wait,” Frank interrupted, “You came all the way out here for reasons other than fucking?”
“Well… yeah?” Gerard said, feeling himself flush with hurt and embarrassment, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that.” Frank said, “I’m just… I don’t know? Surprised?”
“I came here to ask you to come stay with me, in the city.” Gerard offered bitterly.
“I won’t.” Frank replied quickly.
“Why not?” Gerard asked, letting Frank’s previous, incredibly hurtful insinuations drop, “It would be so much easier to go view apartments and stuff if you didn’t have to travel all the way from here.”
Frank rolled onto his side to face Gerard and considered him with a hopeless look as their eyes locked.
“If you wanna stay here to help your mom out or something, that’s fine, but if you’re worried about intruding, you wouldn’t be.” Gerard promised, running his hand through Frank’s hair.
“Gerard, I can’t.” Frank sighed, letting his lids fall closed, and nuzzling against the pillows, “Don’t use seduction as a persuasion tool. It’s not fair.”
Gerard couldn’t help but smirk. He hadn’t even been trying to convince Frank by physical means. The idea that he had that kind of power over someone made his heart flutter.
“Please, Frank. Come stay with me.” Gerard singsonged, gently tracing his fingers along Frank’s spine.
“No.” Frank insisted, but there was a small smile on his face.
“Please,” Gerard repeated, “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I don’t know, Gerard…” Frank breathed, “Maybe.”
‘Maybe’ was close enough to ‘yes’ in Gerard’s mind. It definitely wasn’t ‘no’.
Gerard kissed Frank hungrily as if kissing would stop the stupid fluttery feeling in his chest. He hadn’t forgotten that they’d been in the middle of something. He slid his hand down and started working on Frank’s ridiculous studded belt. He would’ve just shoved his hand under the waistband if Frank’s pants weren’t so fucking tight, but being as they were, it took considerable effort to one-handedly undo the button and fly.
Even with the fly down, Gerard nearly sprained his wrist trying to wrap his hand around Frank’s dick. He didn’t care if it was fucking broken, if it meant Frank would moan into his mouth like that a few more times.
The mutual handjob thing had never really done much for Gerard. There was something different about it when it was with Frank. Well, everything was different with Frank, but handjobs especially. Gerard wasn’t sure if it was Frank's lip ring, or the way Frank warm, sweet breath felt against his face - or maybe it was both. Either way it drove Gerard crazy.
“We don’t have to use condoms, you know?” Frank gritted out against Gerard’s neck.
Gerard wanted to fucking slap him for even suggesting such a thing. Even so he didn’t slow the pace of his stroking.
“I have a whole speech for stupid requests like that.” Gerard panted out, “But I know you know better so I’ll save it.”
“You got tested.” Frank countered breathily, “I trust you.”
“Frank.” Gerard groaned in protest. Frank was sliding his hand over Gerard’s cock with torturously slow, even strokes.
“I want you… like that.” Frank whispered.
Gerard didn’t make exceptions on safe sex. It was safe sex or no sex. No ‘if’s, ‘and’s, or ‘but’s. That didn’t mean he couldn’t fantasize about the prospect of unsafe sex. Of skin on skin. Of being close to Frank like that. The idea made him dizzy.
They said nothing more on the matter, since the thought alone had pushed Gerard over the edge and he was coming all over Frank’s hand. Frank was a moment behind him, biting Gerard’s neck to stifle his own moans.
They both laid there, panting and spent. When they finally made eye contact, Gerard saw guilt in Frank’s eyes. He knew he’d crossed a line. He had to know he’d crossed a line. He’d asked for something he would’ve easily judged Gerard for.
“I’m sorry.” Frank whispered, “I didn’t-”
“It’s alright.” Gerard interrupted, pulling Frank closer, completely ignoring the smears of come on everything, “Just… we’ll talk about it later. Okay?”
“Okay.” Frank agreed softly.
Gerard didn’t know what time it was, but it didn’t matter. The weight of his miserable weekend and Frank’s bad situation and their strange afternoon was finally hitting him all at once. Gerard was completely powerless in the way that sleep came for him.

Notes

I UPDATED THIS EARLIER BUT POSTED IT TO THE WRONG FIC OMG

TGIF (THANK GOD IT'S frerard)

(sorry this whole fic is like, a fucking PSA for safe sex. PRACTICE SAFE SEX EVERYONE)
(I JUST GOT HOME AND I'M VERY DRUNK AND VERY SORRY)

-m