F*ck and Run

Gerard could barely understand what the cab driver was saying over the shivers that traveled up and down his spine as Frank nibbled on his neck. He squeezed Frank’s thigh to try to get him to stop. Frank took as an invitation to start using his teeth.
He handed the driver some bills, probably more than was necessary, and slid out of the back seat, pulling Frank by the hand.
It took them awhile to actually get to Gerard’s apartment. They stopped to kiss in the middle of each flight of stairs and then again at the top of each flight. Frank was driving Gerard completely insane, he tasted so fucking good. Gerard couldn’t decide where he wanted to put his mouth most. Frank’s lips were soft and warm and smoky. His jawline was peppered with stubble that felt satisfyingly familiar under the brush of Gerard’s thumb.
The skin of Frank’s neck was just as soft and warm, but it was salty and sweet. Frank made low throaty sounds when Gerard kissed him there.
The sounds triggered something in Gerard. His own throat was capable of some truly monstrous sounds this close the moon. He wanted to growl right back at Frank. It was some kind of animalistic urge he didn’t understand but he didn’t need to understand it to know he should definitely hide it from Frank. He suppressed the sounds as much as he could and went back to kissing Frank’s lips, forgetting about the urge entirely when Frank pressed his hips firmly against Gerard’s.
After what felt like aeons of heated kissing in the stairwell, Gerard was starting to feel like a fucking teenager nervously sneaking around. He pulled Frank up the last flight of stairs and down the hall to his apartment door.
It was hard for Gerard to get his front door unlocked with the way Frank started kissing his neck. He dragged his teeth against Gerard’s throat. An alarm went off in the back of Gerard’s head. He didn’t usually let his sexual partners mark him up if could be avoided but he was already too far beyond caring.
He fumbled with his keys, pressing Frank against the door. Frank slid his hands up under the back of Gerard’s shirt, dragging his nails down against his skin. Gerard unlocked the first lock and quickly flipped through his keys looking for the one that opened the second lock. He almost dropped the keys altogether when Frank’s hand slipped down and groped him through his jeans. He slid the key in the lock and turned it with shaky hands. He pressed a firm, meaningful kiss to Frank’s lips, snaking an arm around his waist so he wouldn’t stumble backwards as Gerard pushed the door open.
“Can I get you anything?” Gerard breathed halfheartedly against Frank’s lips, flipping the lock into place behind him. He thought for a moment about flicking on the lights, but decided against it, reasoning they wouldn’t need light for what Frank seemed to have in mind.
“No… Just take me to your room.” Frank demanded in a gritty voice.
“You don’t even want to put music on?” Gerard mumbled before sliding his tongue up along Frank’s throat.
Frank hummed for a moment.
“No.” He said, finally, “I just... I want you to fuck me.”
Gerard broke off of Frank enough to pull him by the wrist towards his bedroom. He couldn’t remember the last time he had let anyone besides Mikey in his apartment. It was edging near uncomfortable to have someone else’s smell mixed into the atmosphere of his small 2 bedroom.
Gerard stopped at his bedroom door and pulled Frank in for a kiss. It was different than the other kisses they had shared on the cab ride over. It was softer, sweeter, and full of intent.
With the way things had gone with Frank previously, Gerard felt this overwhelming need to make sure that this would be good for the uninformed, human, punk-boy before him, even though Gerard had no idea what the fuck the guy even wanted out of it.
If he fucked Frank, would Frank stay the night? If Frank stayed the night, would he want to stay for breakfast in the morning?
If Frank stayed for Breakfast… what the fuck did people even want beyond that?
Relationships, eventually… But before that? Gerard had no idea.

And there Gerard was: silently panicking about the situation he couldn’t back out of instead of focusing on making it good for Frank like he meant to.
Gerard couldn’t deny it anymore: He liked Frank.
It wasn't like he wanted to back out because he didn’t want to fuck Frank. He wanted to. Hell, he even wanted to cuddle with the guy afterwards if he kept smelling and tasting so damn good. If he kept that up, Gerard was maybe even okay with him staying the night.

What Gerard didn’t want was to be around someone he really liked this close to the moon. If he started acting weird around someone he didn’t like he never had to see them again so it didn’t matter.
It did matter with Frank.
Frank was still here with Gerard, even after Gerard had deserted him following their night together all that time ago. Frank was still Gerard’s brother’s coworker. Frank still had Gerard’s phone number. He knew people Gerard knew. He knew where Gerard lived.
This was completely different.
This was bad.
There was nothing he could really do besides swallow his panic and go along with it. Because Frank was there, pulling his sweatshirt off and then helping Gerard slide his coat off, too. They fumbled for a moment, kicking off their shoes. Gerard even managed to pull of his shirt and get his pants unbuttoned.

Gerard pushed his anxieties to the back of his mind entirely as he pushed Frank down onto the bed. He slid between Frank’s legs and kissed the hell out of him, pressing his hips tightly against Frank’s and gasping at the friction. He kissed Frank’s neck to muffle his growls. He felt less and less human with every passing second. Frank made him insane. He could feel himself letting go, getting lost in the dizzying, lusty sounds Frank made as their hips slid against each other’s.
“Are you… nervous or something?” Frank asked softly.
Gerard froze.
He didn’t feel nervous. He felt deranged and desperate but ‘nervous’ wasn’t really the right word.
“No… why?” Gerard asked.
“Here… uh, turn on the light for a second.” Frank said, stretching towards the side of the bed in search of a lamp.
Gerard panicked, suddenly worrying the inhumanity would be clear in his face. He hesitated for a moment before gently pushing Frank down onto the mattress and reaching past him to turn on the small lamp on the nightstand.
“What’s wrong?” Gerard asked, suddenly nervous. After his eyes adjusted he smiled shyly at the beautiful thing underneath him.
“I dunno. You tell me. Are you okay? You’re like, shaking a lot and you’re really, really pale.” Frank said, pushing up against Gerard gently to get him off of him. Gerard shifted to Frank’s side obediently.
Frank pushed Gerard against the mattress and slid on top of him.
“I don’t want to hurt you. That’s all.” Frank said, staring down into Gerard’s eyes with a concerned look.
“I’m fine.” Gerard promised, nodding weakly. “Just had a little too much to drink.”
It wasn’t entirely false to say. He’d drank way more than he usually allowed himself to, especially so close to the moon.
“Maybe we shouldn’t- I don’t want to take advantage of you.” Frank said softly, stroking his fingers along the side of Gerard’s face.
“You’re not taking advantage.” Gerard said, “I wanted this before… It’s sort of why I drank as much as I did.”
Frank gave him a quizzical look.
“Mikey made it seem like you were still mad at me so I was nervous about seeing you again...” Gerard admitted, glancing up at the ceiling behind Frank’s face to avoid his eyes.
He wasn’t sure how things had gone from heated foreplay to spilling his guts but the animal inside him did not like it one bit.
“So you are nervous then.” Frank confirmed smugly.
“Will you take your clothes off if I just say I’m nervous?” Gerard asked softly, not intending for the desperation he felt to come across so bluntly.
There was a millisecond where Gerard thought he’d said the wrong thing for sure. A variety of emotions washed over Frank’s face before he let out a breathy laugh. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, messing up his hair in the best way possible, and leaned down to kiss Gerard softly.
“Happy?” he breathed against Gerard’s lips.
Gerard hummed in approval.
Frank shifted his weight, straddling Gerard’s hips. He leaned back, angling himself perfectly over Gerard’s hard-on and reached down to work at his belt. Gerard bit the inside of his cheek hard to suppress a groan. His jaw slacked in awe as he watched Frank’s inked fingers slide the faux-leather out of the buckle.
“You still like my tattoos, huh?” Frank asked softly, leaning forward to nuzzle the side of Gerard’s face. His warm, sweet breath flooded Gerard’s brain, causing short-circuits all across the motherboard. If Gerard was a robot, Frank would have rendered him obsolete.
“Yeah.” Gerard managed, swallowing hard. “They’re beautiful... You’re beautiful.”
“Shut up.” Frank laughed, placing a kiss on his cheek.
“It’s true.” Gerard argued, pushing Frank off.
Frank slid off easily and moved onto his back beside Gerard. Gerard crawled over top of Frank so he could help him slide his tight jeans off. He struggled to shuck his own pants off as well. It took a lot tugging and pushing. Gerard regretted not turning the lights on before. He hadn’t thought about Frank’s tattoos when he’d decided to leave them off. His inked skin stretched, distorting his tattoos every time he moved.
Once they got their jeans off Gerard slid between Frank’s legs, shivering as his hard-on rubbed against Frank’s, separated only by two thin, cloth layers. He kissed Frank hard, relishing in the sensation of the warm skin on skin contact. Frank ground his hips up against Gerard, sighing into Gerard’s mouth.
It was comforting somehow to feel Frank already coming undone underneath him. It was nice to not feel like the only one so desperate for intimacy, even if Frank’s desperation had no supernatural hunger behind it.
He trailed kisses down Frank’s chest, licking and sucking marks into the pale flesh as he went. Frank tasted so fucking good. He was sweeter than most people and Gerard couldn’t figure out why that was. If he could just keep sampling the way Frank tasted he thought he might be able to figure it out. At some point he was no longer kissing Frank, he was just licking him all over. He slid farther down when he realized his behavior was tipping more towards bizarre than sexy. Gerard didn’t dare to look up and try to interpret the look on Frank’s face. If Frank was weirded out, Gerard didn’t want to know. He could still see the outline of Frank’s junk through the fabric of his boxers. He was still hard. Gerard hadn’t turned him off with his weird sexual behavior.
Gerard placed wet open-mouthed kisses up along Frank’s inner-thigh, only stopping when the fabric of Frank’s boxers got in his way.
“We need to get these off.” Gerard growled, practically clawing the waistband down over Frank’s hips. He stole a glance up at Frank who bit his lip and nodded frantically.
Gerard kept his eyes on Frank’s as he wrapped a hand around the base of Frank’s cock and brought it to his lips. Frank’s mouth slid open for a shaky inhale as Gerard circled his tongue around the tip. He bit hard on his lower lip to fight a moan building in his throat. His features softened as Gerard brought the length of Frank’s cock into his mouth, wanting to moan himself at the delicious drag of Frank against his tongue. Frank licked his lips as he watched Gerard, running a hand through Gerard’s hair to help keep it out of his face. Gerard closed his eyes and lost himself in the up-and-down slide of his lips over Frank’s skin. He tasted so good and sweet, Gerard couldn’t put his finger (or his tongue, rather) on what it was.
Gerard could feel Frank tensing under him. Frank was holding back, trying his best not to buck his hips. Gerard wanted, no, needed Frank to let go. He pulled his mouth off of Frank’s cock and looked up. Frank had his hands braced on the sheets. His teeth were sunk into his lower lip. He stared back at Gerard with this hungry, desperate look that must’ve somewhat mirrored Gerard’s. He looked as crazy as Gerard felt, anyway.
Gerard planted kisses over Frank’s hip before scraping his teeth over the skin and bone to see if he could get any sound out of Frank. Frank inhaled sharply but otherwise made no sound. Gerard remembered Frank to be quite vocal, if the last time he’d gotten Frank like this was anything to go by. He didn’t know why Frank was suddenly so quiet. It wasn’t like the guy wasn’t turned on, he was incredibly hard.
Gerard slid his fingers into his mouth to coat them in spit before sliding them over Frank’s ass to tease him a little. Frank made a tiny muffled groan then. Gerard brought Frank’s dick back into his mouth, working his fingers into Frank has he found a rhythm.
Gerard could feel Frank’s body tense and relax over and over as he massaged his ass, feeling around for his sweet spot. Frank shuddered whenever he hit it. He was shaking with pleasure, hips bucking into Gerard’s mouth.
Frank was starting to sweat more. Gerard breathed in Frank’s scent deeply through his nose. It almost grossed him out how hot it made him. His own cock throbbed, painfully untouched, grazing feather-light against the sheets.
“Gerard.” Frank gasped. That was new. Frank hadn’t said his name the last time they’d done this. Swirling his tongue around Frank’s cock, Gerard over-analyzed what that could mean. Had Frank thought about doing this again or was it just the heat of the moment?
“Gerard,” Frank moaned, breathing heavy. “Use your- I want you to-”
Gerard pulled his mouth off of Frank’s cock and glanced up at him. He pulled his fingers out of Frank’s ass enough to spit onto them some more. He quickly resumed his driving pace, sliding his fingers in and out, scissoring Frank open.
“Tell me what you want, Frankie.” He demanded, voice wrecked from the cock-sucking.
“I want you to fuck me.” He whispered softly, throwing his head back against the pillows as Gerard’s fingers massaged over his prostate again.
Gerard smirked. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had begged him to fuck them. Someone who knew what Gerard could do.
He pulled his fingers out of Frank’s ass, noting the way Frank’s hips twitched at the absence of contact. Gerard crawled up Frank’s body to place a firm, wet kiss on his lips. Frank kissed back hungrily, his chest rising and falling heavily underneath Gerard. Gerard’s hard-on pressed against Frank’s thigh. The slide of his cock, dripping with precome, against Frank’s slick skin was almost enough to end the moment for Gerard right there.
“I’ll fuck you, alright.” Gerard said softly against his lips, “But I want you on top.”
Frank sighed into his mouth. Gerard took it as the closest thing he’d get to Frank’s approval. He reached over into the drawer in his nightstand, almost surprised when he found condoms and lube there. He usually kept them in his bag, since he never brought his hookups home with him.
He sat back and on his heels, admiring the unnaturally beautiful and naked thing before him. He wasted no time coating his fingers in lube and shoving them into Frank again, a little less than gently. Frank liked it rough anyways, if Gerard remembered correctly. Gerard smiled at his handiwork as Frank writhed on the bed before him. His jaw slacked, his eyes screwed shut. Gerard had him completely shaking apart and he wasn’t even fucking the guy yet. When Frank’s pleasured sighs grew impatient he pulled his fingers out again and wiped the lubey residue on the sheets. He got out from between Frank’s legs and fell to Frank’s side on his back.
He ripped the condom wrapper open, rolling it over his length, gasping at the official contact. Frank kissed him hard, distracting him by shoving his tongue in Gerard’s mouth. Gerard gave himself a few strokes, moaning into Frank’s mouth, before popping the cap on the lube and slicking more than was likely necessary over the condom. Frank continued to kiss him as Gerard tried to focus on spreading the lube over himself somewhat evenly. He’d overkilled it and could feel the excess fluid drizzling onto his inner thigh.
Frank pushed Gerard’s hand away and crawled onto Gerard’s lap, spreading one of his hands over Gerard’s chest. Gerard’s cock slid against Frank’s ass, making them both gasp for air. Frank reached his hand back behind him and helped Gerard line up against his ass. He sunk over Gerard’s cock slowly. It was Gerard’s turn to come undone as he felt Frank stretching all around him. He gripped Frank’s hips tightly to keep him steady, letting his lover set the pace.
“Fuck,” Frank hissed, tilting his head back. “Gerard you’re so-.”
When Frank leaned back Gerard could see the faint outlines of his ribs cast slanted shadows across his chest. He couldn’t really process anything other than the way it felt when Frank sunk all the way down and snapped back up with his hips, jerking slightly to the side and dragging against Gerard’s cock at a breath-taking angle. Gerard dug his nails into Frank’s flesh, trying hard to last as long as possible.
Frank slid up and down, grinding his hips against Gerard desperately like it was going out of style. Gerard led him on, pulling his hips in a dizzyingly quickening rhythm. Gerard wrapped a hand around Frank’s cock, trying to pump in time with Frank’s thrusts. It was hard to focus with Frank on him like that. His rhythm grew uneven as he fought to prolong his orgasm.
“Gerard, I’m-” Frank gasped, cutting himself short with a whorishly loud moan.
“Talk to me.” Gerard begged in a low growl, hips snapping off the mattress to meet Frank’s thrusts halfway.
“I’m so close. We should stop- ‘m gonna cum.” He whimpered up at the ceiling. He looked pretty with his white throat exposed, Gerard thought.
“That’s the idea.” Gerard grunted, thumbing over the head of Frank’s cock. His vision was starting to swim with pleasure.
“I don’t-” Frank tried, faltering. He could do little other than gasp and buck his hips. Gerard was so beside himself he felt like he would start to turn right then and there on the bed, with Frank still in his apartment.
“You don’t want to come yet?” Gerard breathed.
Frank weakly shook his head, but never slowed his pace. He breathing grew increasingly erratic. He was all Gerard could smell, all Gerard could feel.
“Just come for me, Frankie.” Gerard insisted, squeezing Frank’s cock in between pumps. “I know you want to. Just relax.”
“But you-” Frank tried.
“Shhhhh. I’m close too.” Gerard promised in a breathy moan, thrusting hard up against Frank’s frantic bucking. “So close.”
And just like that Frank was spilling cum all over Gerard’s hand and stomach with Gerard’s name on his tongue. Gerard’s vision went white as he let his own orgasm consume him. It was earth-shattering, wiping out every conceivable ounce of Gerard’s animalistic drive. He bit his lip to stop himself from letting Frank’s name slide off his tongue.
Frank went limp on top of Gerard, breathing heavily, twitching with aftershocks of pleasure.
“Fuck.” He whispered, kissing the corner of Gerard’s mouth.
He slid off of Gerard, collapsing on the bed beside him, gasping for breath.
Gerard pulled the condom off, tossing it in the general direction of the door, swearing he’d remember it later.
Frank wrapped an arm around Gerard’s waist. There was still cum on Gerard’s hand. He wanted to lick it off but wasn’t sure how Frank would take it so he apprehensively wiped it off on the sheets.
“I wasn’t gonna… crash here,” Frank panted. “But is it okay if I… crash here? ...I’m just so-”
“Please stay.” Gerard whispered, rolling onto his side and pulling Frank into his arms. “I want you to stay.”
“Will you still be here when I wake up?” Frank asked.
It almost broke Gerard’s heart. Almost. If Gerard had a heart to break it would’ve broken. But guys like Gerard didn’t have hearts. No. Guys like Gerard didn’t have hearts.
“Of course. It’s my apartment.” Gerard chuckled, trying to make light of the topic.
Frank regarded him with a hopeless look. Gerard was sure his pathetic excuse for a heart did break then.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” Gerard whispered, kissing Frank’s cheek. “Of course I will be here when you wake up.” He brushed Frank’s hair out of his face with his fingertips and pressed a soft kiss to Frank’s lips, hoping to seal his promise.
“Okay. Well…” Frank sighed apprehensively.
“I want you to stay, Frank.” Gerard repeated softly, hugging Frank tighter. “Please stay the night with me.”
He didn’t know how many different ways he’d have to say it to convince his lover, but he’d say it every way if it meant Frank would just keep his delicious, sweaty form in the bed beside Gerard.
Just when Gerard thought the monster inside him was satiated, he involuntarily ran his tongue up Frank’s neck, licking off the beads of sweat.
“Gross.” Frank smiled, too tired to laugh. “I’m going to pretend I dreamed that you just did that.” He closed his eyes and nestled against Gerard’s pillows.
“Do you plan on dreaming about me?” Gerard asked, pulling a blanket over the two of them.
“I have before.” Frank shrugged.
“Like… about us… fucking?” Gerard pressed.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Frank said smugly, keeping his eyes closed and crushing up against Gerard’s chest.
“I would.” Gerard confirmed, holding Frank tighter.
“Well…” Frank considered. “Yes… sometimes fucking.”
“Maybe sometime… you’d like to show me how some of those dreams played out.” Gerard offered, smugly. “I’d be happy to um… be of service?”
“You mean you’d wanna see me again? You won’t forget me again?” Frank asked. He sounded sincere, not nagging. It was even more unbearably heartbreaking.
Gerard wanted to tell Frank he was unforgettable, because it was true. At this point, Frank held a very permanent place in Gerard’s memory. Frank would never believe him though. Not after the way Gerard had blatantly failed to recognize him.
“I do want to see you again.” Gerard said, heart fluttering when he realized how true it was. “I won’t forget you.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Frank said, half-joking, half-not.
Gerard couldn’t help the awkward feeling that washed over him as he realized Frank was still incredibly bitter about what Gerard had done.
“...Okay.” Gerard said softly, ghosting little circles around one of the tattoos on Franks arm with his fingers.

“I’m so sorry.” He thought over and over but didn’t have the guts to actually voice.
~

Gerard didn’t remember falling asleep.
Which was why things felt completely normal when he stretched his aching limbs out across the mattress, twisting and letting his vertebrae click into place.
The second thoughts of Frank and last night came rushing into his mind and he quickly realized Frank wasn’t in the bed with him. The apartment still smelled like Frank so if he’d left it had been just moments ago. He slid out of the bed silently, listening for any hint that Frank was still in the apartment. Frank’s clothes weren’t on the floor which meant Gerard had somehow slept through him getting dressed, or picking them off the floor to put on in the other room.
He thought he heard his toilet flush so he slipped down his cold hallway silently, shivering as the cool air lapped at his skin. He flattened himself against the front door.
This would be awkward no matter what... since Frank was planning on giving Gerard a taste of his own medicine. He tried to think of what he would say in the short time he had.

He braced himself, holding his breath, as he heard the bathroom door open, followed by Frank’s footsteps tapping softly down the hall. If Frank wanted to get good at sneaking out after one-night-stands he’d have to learn a thing or two about his exit strategies. Gerard couldn’t help but smile.
He heard Frank inhale sharply as he rounded the corner towards Gerard’s front door.
“Gerard what’re you-”
Gerard darted his gaze at a flushed, exhausted-looking Frank. His brow was furrowed, his clothes looked disheveled - perhaps put on in a rush. He looked confused and bone-tired.
“I’m all for you giving me a taste of my own medicine...” Gerard started with a smirk, taking a step towards Frank.
Frank blinked at him, pressing his lips together in a tight, nervous line.
“You don’t even have to stay for breakfast if you don’t want to but…” Gerard continued, reaching out and tracing his fingers along the side of Frank’s face. “At least let me blow you again before you go. We could leave things on a positive note.”
Frank looked just plain confused. Gerard couldn’t blame him...
“I’m in the middle of trying to sneak out on you and you’re offering to…?” Frank broke off thoughtfully. “I really don’t understand how your mind works.”
“So?” Gerard shrugged. “It's cold in here and I’m anxious to get you back in my bed.”
He took another step forward and pressed his lips to Frank’s.
Frank didn’t say ‘yes’, but he didn’t say ‘no’ either.
He still wasn’t saying ‘no’ as he let Gerard pull him back towards his bedroom. Or as Gerard Frank’s coat off his shoulders. Or as Gerard helped him out of the rest of his clothes and pulled him back into bed, still warm from their bodies.
Gerard was swirling his tongue around Frank’s cock under the blankets when they both jumped at the sound of his front door slamming.
“Gerard there better be a fucking good reason why you’re still in bed this fucking close to the moonrise!” A familiar voice Gerard quickly recognized as Mikey’s shouted.
They both froze, though Frank was still panting loudly.
“Fuck.” Gerard hissed, suddenly realizing what was going on.

Mikey, naturally, had an extra key for emergencies like this. The last thing anyone needed was a werewolf loose in New York City. Mikey saw it as his civil duty to keep his werewolf of a brother in check when he slept in too close to the full moon.
“I don’t smell coffee either! There better be a good reason you didn’t set the timer last night!” He called, making his way into the kitchen to start the coffee himself, like always.
“What is your brother doing here?” Frank whispered nervously.
“GERARD?! OUT OF BED!” Mikey yelled. “NOW! WE HAVE LIKE 4 HOURS TO GET OUT OF THE CITY AND THERE’S TRAFFIC!”
Mikey finally made it to doorway to Gerard’s bedroom, eyes falling on Gerard and Frank, who were huddled up, just sort of dumbly hugging each other.
“Fuck!” Mikey yelled. “Sorry guys!”
“Uh… Hi, Mikey!” Frank said quietly.
Mikey couldn’t hear him. He was walking away as quickly as he could without running.
“Frank, I thought you hated Gerard!?” He called. “Wait! Nevermind! Don’t answer that!”
Frank just giggled. Gerard felt a little pang of sorrow. Had Frank really told Mikey that he hated Gerard?
“Aren’t you, like, supposed to put a hat on the door or something!?” Mikey called. His voice was faint enough that Gerard figured he was all the way in the kitchen. “Wait! Don’t answer that either! Just! … Do you guys want coffee??!?!”
Frank buried his face in Gerard’s chest, trying to stifle his laughter.
“Yes please!” Gerard called out. He pressed a kiss to the top of Frank’s head.
“Frank do you need me to… finish you off?” Gerard offered, still vaguely desperate for the taste of Frank’s cum in a way he didn’t entirely understand.
“No uh… your brother walking in on us was kind of a… mood killer.” Frank said, holding back a laugh.
“Yeah.” Gerard sighed. He agreed. Well, mostly. The animal inside him would fuck under any circumstances.
“So you guys have to get out of here pretty quick then?” Frank asked.
“Yeah, we kinda do.” Gerard nodded.
“Gerard!?” Mikey called from the other end of the apartment. “You have like 5 minutes to get dressed and say goodbye to Frank! We don’t have time for coffee here! We’ll have to get it on the way!”
“Sorry about this.” Gerard said softly. “I thought we had more time.”
Frank slid out of the bed and pulled his shirt on. Gerard frowned, mentally saying goodbye to Frank’s stretch of pretty tattoos.
“Maybe next time-”
“You really wanna see me again?” Frank asked skeptically, sliding on his boxers and pulling into his tight jeans.
“Yeah?” Gerard shot back incredulously, sliding off of the bed and pulling Frank into a hug. His cool clothes felt weird against Gerard’s naked skin.
“3 MINUTES!” Mikey yelled. “I MEAN IT!”
“Where are you guys going anyways?” Frank asked, furrowing his brow.
“Ahm… vacation.” Gerard said, trying to sound convincing.
“Your brother said something about moonrise?” He asked.
“Ah… yes. Stargazing. He’s very serious about it. Has been since he was little.” Gerard nodded. He pulled away from Frank and grabbed a clean sweatshirt off a hook on his open closet door. He looked around for his jeans from the night before, spotting the black denim poking out from under the bed and reaching for it.
“He’s never mentioned it before?” Franked pointed out skeptically.
“Yes well um… he likes to be on time.” Gerard said, slipping into his pants. “We’re meeting some relatives and-”
“He’s late for work like, every day.” Frank countered.
“Well maybe if our aunt worked at the label with you guys… he wouldn’t be? He hates making her upset. Lot’s of… cheek pinching.” Gerard offered, scratching the back of his head. He was really grasping for straws. Gerard knew Frank could tell something was off, Frank raised his eyebrow in his skepticism.
“Anyways. I want to see you again. When I’m back in town. Coffee?” Gerard asked.
“I think I might be emotionally scarred from ever getting coffee with anyone ever again. Maybe we could do a movie or something?” Frank asked.
“Sure! Yes! Perfect!” Gerard said, trying to hold back his excitement and impending heartbreak all at once.
Frank shrugged on his coat and headed for the door. Gerard lunged for him, grabbing his wrist before he could leave the room.
“Frank, wait!” Gerard whispered.
“What?” Frank asked, somewhat irritable. He had a million good reasons to be annoyed and Gerard wasn’t sure which had finally gotten to him.
“Last night was… really nice. I… I’ll call you, okay? I promise.” Gerard said.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Frank reminded bitterly.
“I will. I want to see you again. Really.” Gerard insisted.
“Well if you-”
Gerard interrupted him by pressing his lips against Frank’s, wrapping his arms around Frank’s neck. Frank kissed him back sort of apprehensively.
“I want to see you again.” Gerard repeated against Frank's lips. “I’ll call you.”
“Okay.” Frank nodded, pulling back. His lips twitching at an attempted smile.
“Gerard! We have to fucking go!” Mikey yelled.
Frank slipped out of Gerard’s grasp and Gerard let him. He followed Frank down the hallway at a respectable distance. He toed into his shoes staring at his impatient brother.
The three men walked down to the flights of stairs to street in silence. Gerard would never look at the stairwell the same, not after the way Frank had kissed him there the night before.

Mikey’s car was parked right outside of the building. Gerard had no idea how his brother ever found parking spaces sometimes, but had decided against questioning it a long time ago.
“Bye, Frank!” Gerard called as Frank turned towards the direction of the nearest subway stop.
Gerard wanted to kiss him again, one last time before the misery of being a werewolf consumed the next 5 days of his life, but Frank looked uninterested.
“Later.” He said coolly spinning on his heels and making his way away from the two brothers. Gerard wished Frank could’ve come with them, even though there were a million good reasons he couldn’t. He sighed as he watched Frank get smaller and smaller for a moment. He slid into the passenger’s seat somewhat apprehensively.
“So…” Mikey started, climbing into the driver’s seat.
“You don’t even wanna know.” Gerard sighed.

Notes

this is like, mostly porn. i'm not even sorry.

let me know what you think?? omg. please. </3
(let me know if there's major errors, i didn't get to proofread this like i usually do)

-m