Gerard's Point of View
I stomped out of the house, yelling over my shoulder at Mikey. I wanted to just curl up and die right now, but since that wasn't a choice, it looks like I'd have to go get piss drunk instead. I trudged angrily towards the bar I had been at the other day when I had met the black haired boy. I slipped into the bar, and I was surprised to see him there. He must have seen me too, because he was up in a heat beat, getting ready to leave. I quickly blocked his exit path. "Let me buy you a drink." My voice came out colder then intended. He stared at me incredulously. "And why would I do that?" He scoffed.
"Because I told you my name."
He raised an eyebrow, "and why is that so special?" He demanded. I sighed, "Because I'm a one night stand man. I don't tell people my name, especially if I find them attractive." I blurted out. He began to laugh, but then his laughing turned into a fit of coughing. I placed my hand on his back, trying to calm the hacking boy.
He elbowed me in the groin, and I fell against a man, causing him to spill his drink. "Watch it, faggot!" The man snapped back at me. "I'll get you another drink if you don't break my nose." I said before turning back to Frank. He frowned at me and I gave the man behind me twenty dollars. "So drinks." I said in an almost demanding tone. He just glared at me. "Coooooome onnnnnn." I whined, "It's free alcohol."
He thought for a moment, before grunting and nodding his head, "Fine. I'll stay for ONE drink." He spat.
I tugged him over to the bar and ordered two drinks for us.
"Here ya are." The bartender set two beers down in front of us, and we both reached for one... the same one. I flinched my hand backwards at the feeling of his cold skin brushing against mine. My cheeks flared red and burned hot. "Sorry." I whispered. He laughed quietly. He had a beautiful laugh.

We spoke for about an hour before he finished his beer. "Great chatting with you, but it's time for me to go!" Frank said, standing up and beginning to walk away. I grabbed his wrist, and jerked him back towards me. "I was having a nice time... Weren't you?" I questioned. He sighed, as if not wanting to admit it, "Y-yes, I suppose." He said after a moment, nodding slowly.
Then I kissed him.
I don't know why I kissed him, but I did.
I could feel him tense against me, but then he suddenly relaxed, and pressed his lips against mine. I stood up, and gripped the sides of his face, dragging him after me. "W-where are we going?" He breathed, "My place." I responded. Wow... He grabbed his car keys off the counter, and he dragged me to his car. We sat in the car for about ten minutes, making out heatedly before he started the car, "Directions?" He asked. I quickly gave him directions, and he drove there.
Mikey's car was still in the driveway.
I dragged Frank inside, "Mikey! Get the fuck out!" I shrieked. His head popped up over the sofa. "Call your friend from the cafe or something, just leave." I told him. He grabbed his phone and ran out to his car, knowing what was about to happen.
I shoved Frank gently over the back of the couch, and he straightened himself out over the pillows, and I jumped over the couch, straddling him, teasing him with kisses near his lips, and down his neck. He shuddered with desire as I bit his collarbone a little. He pushed his hips up against mine, and I grunted a little. "Bedroom?" I murmured. He nodded, and I got up off of him, leading him towards the bedroom.
I threw him down on the bed and kissed him again.
He broke away in a fit of coughing. Blood stained my white sheets and I screamed, "Oh my god!" I cried out, "This has happened too much! We need to get you to the hospital!" I shouted, standing up, forgetting completely about sex. He pouted, "Please, don't take me to the hospital. I already know what's wrong with me." He said.
I frowned, "We'll continue, but you have to tell me what's wrong. Why you're coughing up blood." I demanded.
"Ihavelungcancer." He spoke at a fast pace, and I couldn't understand the words that came out of his mouth. "Slowly please?" I said in an irritated manner, "I have really aggressive lung cancer." He said in an almost patronizing tone. "And they can't help you?" I said, feeling my heart burst into a million little pieces. What the fuck? He sighed, "No... they can... I just don't really have anything to live for." He murmured quietly.
I kissed him. It was a different type of kiss from what we had shared at the bar. Our lips collided in a gentle, passionate, but almost loving kiss. I deepened it a little, and then pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back gently. "Take the treatment?" I said quietly.
He began to cry. "Why are you being so nice to me?" He wailed quietly into my neck. I kept rubbing his back.
"Because I trust you." I murmured. "I think that you know what pain I've been through." I told him, kissing his forehead lightly. "I sadly see myself in you." I continued, "You're different, and I like that about you, it's not just how incredibly beautiful you are, but you've interested me." I was beginning to think I was saying too much.
"Come on, lets sleep..." I suggested, "We can pick up in the morning."

Frank's Point of View
"Come on, lets sleep..." He said quietly, "We can pick up in the morning." He wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me up against him, laying down with me. I kicked my shoes off, and wiggled free, taking off my shoes, pants, and shirt. He admired my tattoos for a moment, before getting up and doing the same. Shit he had a nice body.
I lay back down under the covers with him, and he curled his body around me and we drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I was in the bed of a stranger, and there were thin, pale arms wrapped around my waist. My heart began to pound really fast. I wiggled a little bit, and rolled over to face my cuddle buddy. I couldn't remember last night for some reason. My eyes were greeted by the most beautiful face ever.
"Good morning, Frankie." The man's voice was raspy, and really sexy. "How did you sleep?" I suddenly felt really bad for not remembering this man's name. "I-I slept fine." I stammered, "W-what happened last night?"
"We were going to fuck, but you started crying and I decided against it." I was glad he didn't take advantage of me. I felt the overwhelming urge to kiss this boy across from me. "Do you want to... uh... we said we'd continue." He said awkwardly. I blinked a couple times, and nodded slowly.
Then I kissed him.

Notes

So... feels, anybody?

I think everyone know's what will come next.

I find this really fucking funny.