Gerard brought the joint up to his thin, slightly chapped lips, taking a generous amount of smoke into his lungs. He then proceeded to hold it in for a minute before slowly exhaling the cloud of smoke. He'd been smoking since the age of 15 so this was something his body was used to, the way he'd hold the smoke in until he could feel his head start to hurt from lack of oxygen. The front door opened and in walked Mikey, Ray, and Bob, all raising their eyebrows at Gerard who was sat on the couch. It was obvious that he'd been smoking. Well, for one, the joint was still being held loosely between his fingers. But besides that the house smelled of pot, there was clouds of smoke lingering in the air, and his eyes were almost as red as his hair. Almost.

"Hey! Wait up!" Called an unfamiliar voice from outside the door, shuffling being heard as whoever it was ran to catch up. Mikey laughed and haulted at the stairs, waiting for this mystery guy to catch up with the group. Gerards eyebrows rose when he saw who walked through the door. The guy was short, with messy brown hair, hasel eyes, and he had a ton of tattoos littering his arms. To say the least, whoever this guy was, Gerard thought he was gorgeous. He started towards Mikey and his friends, stopping short when he saw the man perched on the end of the couch. His breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened.

"Who's this?" Gerard asked, glancing at his younger brother. Mikey's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. It was very rare the Gerard took interest in his friends, so why now?

"Gerard, Frank. Frank, Gerard." Mikey introduced, motioning between the two. Then he bounded up the stairs, his friends following closely. They all knew Gerard and although he was nice to them, they'd never really had a conversation with him. If anything it was a simple 'how's your day?' And that'd be it. Frank trailed behind, once again. He was staring at Gerard, taking in every feature he could. From his slightly greasy bright red hair, to the way he raised the joint back to his lips. It was almost graceful, the way he inhailed the smoke and slowly let it leave his mouth afterwards. The smoke swirled around his face, making him look even more attractive. Which is what made Frank snap out of it, stumbling up the stairs to his friends. He couldn't find Mikey's brother attractive, not when he'd just been accepted into this new group. He couldn't afford to screw it up because of a little crush. If that's even what you'd call it.

Gerard Walked into the kitchen, surprised when he saw someone raiding his refrigerator. He immediately knew it was Frank, the incredibly tight skinny jeans and loose Blink-182 shirt giving it away since his head couldn't be seen. Gerard leaned against the tabletop, the old counter creaking. Frank jumped, managing to hitting his head.

"Shit!" He cursed, rubbing at the sore spot and straightening out. His eyes widened when he saw Gerard leaning against the counter with a smirk on his face.

"Hey Frankie." Gee chuckeld, his tone teasing. Frank blushed, making Gerard chuckle more and move forward. Frank moved back a bit, startled by the closeness. He wasn't a touchy feely person and rather liked his personal space. Gerard kept going though, until Frank was pressing his back against the refrigerator.

"Gerard?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow at the man. They'd just met, why was he doing this? And why did it make his heart beat faster and his stomach do flips.

"Do I make you nervous Frankie?" Gerard whispered, placing a hand either side of Franks head. A blush erupted on Franks cheeks once more and he groaned a little. Gerard took this as a yes and his smirk grew, making the younger boy squirm.

"W-What are you doing?" Frank stuttered, forcing himself to ignore how close Gerard's lips really were to his own. He also had to ignore Gerard's leg, that was pressing between his legs. Yeah, he really needed to ignore that.

"I'm not doing anything Frankie." He mumbled, pressing a few soft kisses on Franks neck, favoring the spot where his scorpion tattoo lay. Frank bit his lip, making sure not to bite the metal of his lip ring. It was a bad habit that he needed to brake, before he chipped a tooth or something. Gerard lightly bit down on the side Franks neck and Frank couldn't hold in the small moan that passed through his lips.

"G-Gerard?" He gasped, gripping at his shoulders. He needed to stop, before someone saw. He would be mortified if anyone found out he was gay, it wasn't something he was proud of. Gerard knew now, that much was obvious, and it filled him with dread.

"Hmm?" Gerard hummed against his neck, making Frank shutter and curse both Gerard and himself in his head. This really needed to stop.

"I-I can't-" Frank started but was stopped by slightly chapped lips slamming onto his. He responded immediately, wrapping his arms around Gerard's neck. Gerard's hands trailed down Franks sides and landed on his hips, keeping him in place. This was definitely the best kiss either had ever had, neither wanting it to end. But of course, breathing was essential to living so they had to pull apart.

"Uh, guys?" A confused voice spoke, and Frank pushed away from Gerard, cheeks blazing.

"Thanks for that, Frankie." Gerard snickered, that stupidly attractive smirk back on his face as he left the kitchen.

A/N: Ahh, so this is the very first Frerard I've ever written so it's probably not that great.. But I hope you guys like it!

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