...It’s sloppy and hurried, but it’s the most exciting thing that has happened to me in a long, long time.

This is my first real kiss. Ever.

Gerard’s POV

Frank is now softly tugging on my hair, brushing it into my face, and I feel my knees tremble as I lean into him, caressing his naked chest with my palms, trying to take in every inch of his body. I can’t quite believe it’s happening, and my mind is having problems catching up with reality. He groans into my mouth and suddenly the hallway we’re standing in feels hot and sweaty, as if we’re in the middle of the Sahara desert. I fight the urge to press my hips into him, the thought of which seems so enticing. At some point I feel something hard brush against my thigh, and I consume a gasp, trying to ignore Frank practically moaning into my mouth.

Suddenly Frank gasps and his hands grip my shoulders, rather roughly pushing me away. I stumble several steps back, feeling confused and offended. I frown, my heart racing and my head still fuzzy from the kiss. Did I do something wrong like I usually do? Why am I always such a worthless fuck-up, it literally hurts. For some reason I feel tears prickle in my eyes, and hesitantly look up at Frank.

Suddenly I notice that Frank is staring at something behind me, his eyes wide with a mix of shock, surprise and terror. I turn around to see the subject of his interest, and it takes me several seconds to catch up with what happened. And then, it hits me.

The door to my room is open about half way, and there is a sound of running water coming out of the bathroom.

I can’t remember leaving the door open. I am about 90% sure I closed it when I came out to check on Frank.

Diego.

“Shit,” Frank breathes from behind me and I squeak uncontrollably as his hand firmly grasps my waist.

Notes

Thanks to Danger Days era, we all know exactly what Gerard's penis looks like.