I Think I Like It

The letter was waiting for me when I got downstairs, on a cool Saturday afternoon in the beginning of May. Gee had had a therapy appointment, so Mikey was the one who was picking me up, and we were going to grab Gerard on the way home. From there, God knows. Maybe we’d have just sat around and had pizza, or played video games, or read comics. Maybe Gerard would have taken me to his room, and I’d have fucked him against the wall and we’d have fallen out of the door, our legs shaking, our hair messy, our skin dotted with scratches and lovebites, with wide grins across our faces. Maybe we’d have sat on the sofa and watched a movie while Gerard slowly sketched my profile, smiling as the picture came to life under his skilled hands.
Whatever it was that we could have done, the existence of the letter in my life completely demolished it. My Mom smiled brightly as she gestured to it.
“You got a letter.” She said. Yeah, thanks, I got that. I recognized the logo on the top, right hand corner of the envelope and opened it with bated breath.
I wasn’t necessarily interested in getting into College. Honestly, I’d only applied to the school because Gerard was constantly bugging me about broadening my horizons, and how I had too much talent to waste doing nothing. Granted, maybe this particular school wasn’t exactly practical, but it had a really good English program that I found interesting. A lot of creative writing, and the like.
“So?” my Mom asked gleefully. I chewed my lip as I looked down at the official-looking black writing that stood in contrast to the stark white of the paper. I nodded, as if I was confirming to myself what it said.
“Yeah. I got in.” I said, smiling softly. Her eyes widened and she beamed, pulling me into a tight hug.
“Oh, Frankie! I’m so excited for you! Well done, baby, I knew you could do it.” She said, squeezing my cheeks. I smiled.
“Thanks, Mom. I’m pretty stoked.” I said, smiling gently. Beyond all of the other emotions in my head at that moment, I was predominantly really fucking surprised.
“You’d better get going. I’ll see you tonight, okay?” she smiled, kissing my cheek. I nodded.
“Yeah, sure thing Mom.” I said. Her reminder that I wasn’t, for the first week in ages, staying at Gerard’s place dampened my mood somewhat, but I didn’t want to let it show.
Apparently, Gerard’s therapist thought it’d be best if he had one day where he didn’t see me, meaning that Sundays were a totally no-Frank day. I pointed out to him that if he was jacking off while thinking of me, it counted as cheating. He disagreed.

Mikey was already outside when I got there, and he smiled when he saw me approaching.
“Hey, dude.” he said as I slid into the passenger seat. I smiled, sliding my belt on.
“Hey. Thanks for picking me up.” I said. He raised an eyebrow as he pulled away from the curb.
“You mean, despite my not having a license?” he joked. I laughed.
“Yeah. Despite that.” I said, rolling my eyes. Mikey laughed lightly and turned the music up a little bit.
“Sucks about No-Sex-Sunday, huh?” Mikey said, his eyes glittering like he didn’t think it was a bad thing at all.
“Is that what Gerard’s been calling it?” I chuckled. Mikey shook his head.
“Nah, he’s been calling it ‘Sore-Balls-Sunday’. I like mine better.”
“Yours is better.” I agreed with a smile. Mikey nodded in agreement.
“Always is.” He murmured. My foot nudged my bag where it rested between my legs, and I was reminded again of the letter. An air of pure elation spread through me, but it was followed soon by nerves that I couldn’t quite place.
“You seem weird today.” Mikey murmured.
“I’m always weird.” I laughed, trying to change the subject.
“Dude.” he snapped. I sighed.
“Okay. If I tell you, you can’t tell Gee, okay? I have to tell him myself.”
“You’re pregnant.”
“Wow, how did you guess?” I said mockingly. Mikey smiled.
“Okay, sorry. Yeah, I won’t tell.” He said. I took a deep breath.
“I got um, an offer to study English Literature at University next year.” I smiled. Mikey’s face lit up.
“No way! That’s too rad, dude. Proud of you.” He said, and I beamed. Despite previous encounters, Mikey had really become like a brother to me. It was nice, considering it was normally just Mom and me.
“Thanks. It’s really awesome.” I said proudly.
“So, why can’t Gerard find out? Surely he’d be glad that he inspired you to go study his subject at University?” Mikey laughed. I bit my lip.
“He won’t like it.”
“Huh?”
“The Uni. He won’t want me to go there.”
“Why?” Mikey asked. I took a deep breath.
“It’s um. It’s in Canada. Toronto.” I said gently, entwining my fingers in my lap. Mikey raised his eyebrows.
“Dude, that’s like eight hours away.”
“I know” I groaned. Mikey shook his head, parking the car.
“That’s messed up. He’s gonna flip.” He said, taking his phone out and texting Gerard to let him know we were there.
“I know. I don’t know what to do, Mikes. I’m so used to seeing him every day, but with work and my school and whatever, I just know we’re not gonna have time to see each other, and…I don’t know, Mikes. I don’t know if I can-“ I said, putting my head in my hands. He sighed and patted my back affectionately.
“C’mon, we’ll work it out. Gerard loves you, man. He’ll find a way to fix it.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t go.” I said hoarsely. Mikey rolled his eyes.
“Stop being so fatalistic.” He snapped. I smiled at his bluntness, because (as usual), it was as necessary as it was annoying.
Gerard walked out of the building then, calling a quick goodbye to Danielle as he approached the car and slid into the backseat.
“How are my two favourite boys?” he asked brightly. Mikey smiled, and I glared at him.
“We’re great, thanks.”
“Awesome.” Gerard said with an easy smile that I caught through the reflection on the mirror.

The majority of the car ride was spent with Mikey sending me sly glances, and smiling when I’d fidget uncomfortably, begging him with my eyes to not say anything. Each time, he’d just give me a light smile and turn his attention to the road. I wondered vaguely if it was an inherent Way thing to be a complete asshole, or did Mikey just become an asshole so he could put up with Gerard’s general assholeishness.
Despite me thinking he was an asshole, though, he did keep his word, and didn’t say anything to Gerard.
At least, not until he was already half way out of the car.
“Oh, Frank has some news!” he called, running into the house (presumably so I wouldn’t punch him in the face like I was so tempted to).Gerard held the car door open for me, a light smile on his lips.
“News?” he asked.
“It’s not really news.” I laughed, letting him help me out of the car. He held my hand as we walked to the door.
“It must be news, if Mikey’s excited about it.” He said warily, his eyes watching me carefully as we made our way to the sofa. I dropped down wearily and smiled at him, stroking his firm jaw line. He’d started gaining a little bit more weight, making his jaw line less defined – although, I definitely preferred him this way. It gave me more ass to hold onto (or bury my face in).
“It’s not bad.” I reassured him. He let out a relieved breath and smiled.
“Then what?”
“It’s not bad, it’s kind of good, but it could be pretty bad. Does that make sense?” I asked. Gerard shook his head.
“Ah, no. You’re kind of scaring me now, too, so it’d be great if you could just…” he said, gesturing with his hands that I should proceed. I took a deep breath and took his hands in mine.
“You’re not proposing, are you?” he asked jokingly, but my heart panged at the small whisper of hope I heard in his voice. I chuckled.
“Not today.” I murmured. He shifted a little and nodded in a way that said ‘shoot’. I cleared my throat.
“I guess…I got an offer from a University to study English Literature.” I smiled. He gasped and put a hand over his mouth.
“Oh my God. That’s unbelievable! I mean, not unbelievable, because you’re wonderful. But wow, shit. I’m so proud of you, Frankie.” He beamed, pressing his warm lips to mine, his hands cradling my face. I sighed and leaned into the kiss, my arms wrapped around his arms.
“Which college?” he asked excitedly when we pulled away. The smile faded from my face and I looked down, biting my lip.
“Frankie?” he asked softly. I sighed.
“University of Toronto.” I murmured.
He was silent for a moment, and I could all but see the cogs turning in his head.
“O-oh. Yeah. I’ve heard good things about it.” He said weakly, his lip trembling.
“Gee, I-“
“No. No, you should go. It’ll be great.” He said, making to stand up. I held his wrist and pulled him back down.
“Gerard. Please.” I said. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“Why did you even apply to a university that’s 8 hours away from me, Frankie? I don’t mean to sound selfish, I don’t, but I just don’t understand why you’d do that.” He said.
“Because I liked it. Y’know, the course and stuff. It looks really good.” I admitted. He held my chin and kissed me softly.
“It’s okay. You should go, sweetheart. Really. I don’t wanna get in the way of your education.” He sighed.
“That’s ironic, right?” I smiled. He laughed lightly, but there was barely any humor in it. We were silent for a moment, my head resting against his shoulder, his hand lightly rubbing my neck.
“We’d still be together though, right?” I said hoarsely. He was silent.
“Gerard?” I said, turning so I was facing him. His face was wet with tears I didn’t even realize were falling. He sucked in a sharp breath and smiled, clearly embarrassed.
“S-sorry.” He mumbled, wiping his eyes. I took his face in my hands, stroking his soft skin with my thumbs.
“Hey, c’mon baby, don’t cry.”
“I don’t know. To answer your question, Frankie, I really don’t know.” He said, before dropping his head into his hand, broken sobs escaping from his chest. I pulled him to me and held him tightly against me.
“H-hey, baby. Come on, darling, stop crying. We’ll still be together, I promise.” I said weakly, not even sure if it was true.
“How?” he sobbed.
“I-I don’t know. We’ll call each other every night, and I can come down on weekends and stay with you.”
“Yeah, at first.” He whispered.
“What do you mean?” I asked softly. He pulled away from me and rested his head against the back of the sofa, his eyes staring blankly at the wall.
“It’ll start with you having an essay. You’ll need to stay for the weekend so you can do that. And then it’ll be that you met some friends who want to go out on Friday night, so you’re just gonna stay there this week. Then you’ll start talking about some guy or whatever that you met in a coffee shop or in the library, and how you both like the same books, and how he kind of looks like me. And then you’ll tell me that you’re so sorry but you kissed him while you were drunk, and I’ll get mad and tell you that maybe you wouldn’t have if you bothered to come see me, and you’d get mad too and tell me how hard it is, and I’ll tell you to not even bother. We’ll make up from that one, though, and you’ll remind me that you’re in love with me, and I’ll tell you that I miss you so much that I can almost feel myself wasting away. A few weeks later, you’ll be acting weird, and I’ll know because I always know, and you’ll admit that you slept with this guy who looked like me, and it made you realize that his hair’s a bit too short to be mine, or that his hips were slightly wider, or that his mouth was a bit thicker than mine, and actually, he really didn’t look like me at all. I’d tell you that it’s okay, and that I forgive you, and t-that…and that I love you. And you’ll – fuck – you’ll leave me anyway, becauseyou’re gonna get so sick of my constant romantic verses that I’ll send you, and my handwritten surprise notes won’t make you happy anymore, and having sex over the phone really isn’t the same thing. You’ll leave me, and I’m going to let you, because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re like my entire life now, and I can’t make you unhappy. Shit, Frank, I need you to just be happy, and so I’ll just let you leave me. No fighting for you, no romantic gestures. I’ll just let you leave.” He said, his eyes never leaving the white expanses of the wall opposite him. I looked down, the tears making wet trails down my cheeks.
“You’re wrong.” I whispered. His head finally lolled to the side so he could face me.
“No I’m not.” He said. I looked up at him through wet eyes and shook my head.
“Has it ever crossed that fucking stupid mind of yours that maybe I love you just as much as you love me? Have you even fucking considered the possibility that not seeing you would fucking kill me, that I would live for the days where I could see you again? How many times do I have to tell you that you’re everything to me before you actually believe it? Gerard, you are the fucking love of my life, okay? I don’t give a shit if I’m only 18, I know. I just fucking know. How dare you even suggest that I’d forget you? What gives you the fucking right to say that there could be a world for me without you?” I spat angrily.
“It’s inevitable.” He sighed. It would have sounded almost apathetic if he wasn’t still crying. I leapt to my feet and glared at him, my fists clenched.
“Inevitable? It’s fucking inevitable? Why not you? Won’t you stop loving me?” I demanded.
“No.” he said calmly. I turned around.
“Fuck, why not? Why am I going to fall out of love with you, and you’ll stay in love with me? Why is that inevitable?” I cried. He shrugged.
“Because I know myself, and I know you. I will love you with the entirety of my being until the day I stop breathing, and you want to love me as intensely as I love you, but you can’t. I think what I’m trying to say, Frank, in the simplest way, is that I just love you much more than you love me.” He said, his voice weak. I just stared at him, nearly shaking with rage. He was wrong. He was so fucking wrong. How could he think for a minute that he loved me more? Hadn’t I shown him time and time again that I was completely in love with him?
“Fuck!” I shouted, my fist connecting with the wall. I hadn’t actually meant to punch the wall, but I couldn’t deny the rush it gave me.
It also gave me a bloody and bruised knuckle, and a small hole in his wall, but I ignored that.
“Frankie, you’re bleeding.” Gerard said, his voice small. I turned on him.
“I don’t give a shit if I’m bleeding, you self-pitying, brooding asshole. You know I love you.” I yelled. His face softened, and I scowled at how it made my heart melt.
“I know you do. I just love you more.”
“That’s bullshit! That’s fucking bullshit, Gerard Way. I’m in love with you. I know I can’t do it properly, because I’m so new to this, and I-I don’t know. But you cannot love me more than I love you, because there is no ‘more’. I can’t imagine someone loving someone more than I love you. It’s so big and all-encompassing, and fucking annoying that I can’t even think how you could beat that.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you.” He said gently, reaching for me. I stepped away from him, shaking my head, tears still streaming down my face. I was starting to notice the throbbing ache in my hand, but I tried to ignore it.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t even fucking touch me. I can’t believe you’d even fucking consider that.”
“I just-“
“No. Shut the fuck up. Don’t touch me, don’t talk to me. Just fucking sit here and feel bad for yourself and cry. Whatever. I don’t care, apparently.” I spat, storming out of the room, making a beeline for the stairs.
“Frank, please.” Gerard called, following me. He reached for me again, and I pushed him back, maybe a bit harder than I wanted to, and heard a sharp smack as his back hit the wall. I winced.
“Fuck, don’t. Stay the fuck away from me.” I growled, rushing up the stairs.

Mikey was already facing the door when I walked in, slamming the door behind me. His mouth quirked up into an amused smile.
“So, he didn’t take it well then.” He murmured. I couldn’t help but smile despite the situation.
Then I cried.
“F-fuck, Mikes. He honestly thinks that-“
“I know. I heard. Hell, I think the whole street heard.” He laughed softly, pulling me down onto the bed next to him. I curled into his side, sobbing softly as he stroked my hair.
“I love him, Mikey. I love him just as much as he loves me.” I said. He nodded.
“I know. I’ve never seen two people who love each other so much.”
“Why would he say that? Does he genuinely believe that I don’t love him as much?”
“No, of course he doesn’t. You just caught him by surprise. Gerard sort of likes to know everything that’s happening, and to be able to control it to some extent. With this, though, you’re gonna be too far away for him to really know what’s happening, and that scares him.”
“I won’t cheat on him, though. I couldn’t.”
“I know that, and he knows that too. He’s just feeling sorry for himself.” Mikey said gently, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“I’m gonna miss him so much. And you. I don’t know why I’m doing this to myself.” I groaned.
“You should go, though. It’s an awesome course at an awesome university. As much as he’s gonna try and say it’s not worth it, you know that Gerard will fight for you until he can’t anymore. That whole “I’ll let you go silently” bullshit is just that – bullshit. When has he ever done that before? He’s gonna fight, Frank, and you can be damned that he won’t fight fair.” Mikey said, smirking.
“How?” I asked.
“Well. Instead of handwritten love notes and all the other bullshit he was talking about, he’ll do things like send you naked pictures while you’re in a lecture, or he’ll buy you really fucking expensive shit that he can’t afford and have it sent to you. Or he’ll just turn up. You’ll get home one night and find him waiting for you. That’s the kind of shit he’s gonna pull when you get to college.’ Mikey laughed.
“That sounds like fun.” I smiled.
“It will be. And if he really thinks that you don’t want him, he’ll do everything he can to show you that he needs you, and that he loves you, and he won’t fucking stop until you actually break up with him. I agree with him only on that. If you actually say that you don’t want him, he’ll go. He’ll make a scene first, though. Of course.”
“It’s a moot point. I’m not leaving him. Ever.” I whispered.
“Frank, you’re sort of bleeding all over me.” Mikey interjected. I looked down, reminded about the pain in my hand that had dulled somewhat.
“Oh, yeah. I’m gonna go clean this up.” I said. Mikey nodded and kissed my head again.
“Don’t worry, dude. He knows.” Mikey said simply. I nodded, smiled, and made my way downstairs.

He was sitting on the sofa when I got down, sniffling softly. I felt my heart squeeze at the image of him, curled up, crying gently, and cursed him for being too cute to be angry with. He didn’t notice me, so I just retreated into the kitchen to clean and bandage my hand.
That done, I made my way into the living room and sat down next to him. He sniffled again, turning his head away from me. I sighed and held his hand with my good hand, bringing it up to my lips and kissing his skin softly. His eyes fluttered shut.
“C’mere, baby.” I murmured. His breath hitched a little as he turned to look at me, eyes wide. I nodded, and he curled into my side, like I had been sitting with Mikey only moments before.
“Did I hurt you?” I murmured. He shook his head.
“No, just winded me a little.” He replied softly. I kissed his forehead and he sighed happily.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you that hard.”
“I know. How’s your hand?”
“Yeah, it’s better, angel.” I said. He giggled.
“I thought I was the one who dished out the pet names around here.” He smiled. I pressed my lips to the warm skin of his forehead again.
“I guess I picked it up from you, huh?” I smiled. He leaned in and kissed me gently, his hand cupping my jaw and holding me to him. I sighed and pulled away, resting my forehead against his, his cheek cupped in my hand.
“I love you so much, Gerard. My perfect baby. My gorgeous princess. Mine, okay? You’re mine. And I’m yours. Always.”
“Always?” he asked weakly.
“Yeah. Always, baby. No distance is gonna make me not love you. You’re so perfect.” I breathed, my fingers dancing down his face.
“’m not perfect. Not even close.” He sighed. I shut him up with a kiss.
“Yes you are. You have no idea how perfect you are to me, baby. You’re my whole life, okay? Don’t ever doubt that, or forget that. Even if we don’t end up together, I will always be yours, and you will always be mine. I don’t care if I get married and have kids with someone else, I will forever be yours.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.” He whispered.
“When does anything ever make sense? You make things not make sense. Confuse me with that pretty little face.” I smiled.
“Mm. Sorry.” he smirked.
“Don’t be.” I grinned. He pulled me down for another kiss.
“I’m sorry for what I said. I know it’s not true. I’m just scared.” He said softly.
“Hey, don’t be scared. We still have, what, two months until the end of school? And the whole of summer. We’re gonna be okay, baby.”
“I’m so in love with you it hurts.” He breathed.
“Sorry.” I laughed. He smirked.
“Don’t be.”

Unfortunately, by the time we’d finished our little domestic and actually talked through me going to University, it was time for me to go home. Gerard groaned and kissed me as we slid into the car.
“I hate Sore-Balls-Sunday.” He spat.
“Mikey’s thing is funnier.” I pointed out. He laughed.
“Well, he doesn’t have to go through it.” He said, taking my hand.
“In all fairness, Mr. Way, maybe if you weren’t fucking students, you wouldn’t have this problem.” I smiled innocently. He raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not fucking students. I’m fucking one student.”
“Maybe you should try picking on someone your own size.” I replied airily.
“Maybe Mr. Iero should shut the fuck up.” He said brightly, pulling into his usual spot down my road. I bit my lip, my hand sliding between his thick thighs.
“Maybe Mr. Way should make me?” I purred. He let out a broken moan and reached for me, slamming his lips against mine.
“Good idea.” He growled, undoing his seatbelt and reaching over to undo mine. I laughed as he pressed me against the door, his hands rough and insistent on my hips.
“Let me fuck you.” He growled. I gasped.
“Here?”
“Yeah. Right here.” He smirked, rubbing himself through his jeans. His head fell back and he moaned.
“Please.” He added. I bit my lip again.
“Yeah, baby. Yeah, okay.” I whispered. He moaned and reached for me, pulling my shirt over my head before capturing my lips in a kiss as he fumbled with my zipper. My hands worked at the buttons on his shirt for a bit, before I just tore it open. He groaned.
“Stop ripping my shirts.”
“I can’t help it. Gotta touch you.” I moaned, kissing his chest. He panted heavily, palming himself through his jeans.
“P-prep yourself, baby.” He whispered. I nodded and sucked lightly on my fingers. He moaned and rubbed himself harder.
“Take those off.” I snapped as I slid a finger into myself. He moaned and nodded, clumsily sliding his zipper down. I gasped as I fucked up into myself, curling my finger in the hopes of reaching my prostate, but failing. The angle was awkward, and my fingers weren’t as long as Gerard’s. I slid the second finger in, twisting slightly.
“God, baby. Could watch you finger yourself all day.” He whispered, jacking himself slowly. I smiled vaguely.
“Tell me how it feels, baby. Tell me how nice your fingers feel in your ass.” He murmured.
“Feels good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Feels so good, sir.” I moaned.
“Do you think you could cum just from that?” he asked huskily. My eyes flew open.
“No, sir. Need your cock. Need to ride you, please.” I begged. He laughed and leaned in to kiss me.
“Yeah, baby, don’t worry. I’m gonna fuck you, don’t worry.” He whispered, pulling me onto his lap. It was tight, the steering wheel pressing into my back, but the thrill of it was unlike anything I’d ever felt. Anyone could look outside and see us fucking (well, maybe not. It was dark. But whatever) and the thought sent a rush of adrenaline through me. He held my hips hard as I slid down onto him, my head falling back with a light sigh as he filled me up.
“Oh. Baby.” He whispered, almost in awe. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head against his, rolling my hips down onto him. He gasped and buried his face in my shoulder, biting down on the meaty flesh.
“So hot, angel. So naughty aren’t you, riding your teacher’s cock right near your house? Could get me in some serious trouble, baby.” He smirked. I whimpered and leaned back, his nails scraped down my back and I cried out.
“Sorry, sir. I can’t help it. I just…I want you.” I whispered. He gripped my thigh and held me roughly. I felt the car shake as he thrust into me and moaned lightly.
“Mm, I know, baby. I know how much you love me fucking that pretty little ass.” He snarled. I nodded, my head falling forward onto his shoulder as I felt him thrust up inside me, taking control even though I was on top of him.
“Harder. Fuck, harder.” I demanded. He was more than happy to oblige, burying himself even deeper, pushing me down as far as I’d go, and then thrusting up. I cried out, my hand clenching in his hair. I’d never felt so full before, and it was almost painfully pleasurable.
“God, honey, so tight. So fucking tight.” He panted, fucking up into me. He kissed my neck, biting the skin softly, but not enough to leave marks. I wrapped my injured hand around his neck, and grabbed my cock with the other.
“Can I cum?” I whispered, overwhelmed with how hard he was fucking me.
“Yeah, angel. Cum for me.” he moaned, kissing my jaw line. I tried to match his pace, but I couldn’t, so I took to lazily stroking myself, focusing on the feeling of him moving inside me, and the absolute filth he was spewing into my ear.
“Oh, Daddy, please cum for me.” He moaned. It was a nickname I still wasn’t used to, and it sent a chill through me each time he said it. The car was too hot, the air thick with the smell and feeling of sweat and sex. Our skin slid together, wet from sweat, his hair matted and clinging to his forehead.
“Daddy, please.” He moaned, his hips thrusting erratically into me. I panted heavily, my hand squeezing my throbbing cock as I came, biting down on the soft skin of his neck and covering his bare chest. He let out a choked cry as he pressed up into me, his nails digging into my thighs and small cries of “Frankie, baby, so good” slipping from his parted lips.
There was some awkwardness due to the position in getting me off of him and back into my clothes, but we did it eventually. His hair was a mess, his skin slick with sweat, and his ripped shirt pretty much just hanging off of him. He grinned widely at me, panting.
“That was hot.” He breathed.
“Yeah.” I agreed, smiling just as much as him.
“I’ve never done that before. I mean, back seat, plenty of times, but right here? Fuck. That was new.” He said, biting his lip. I felt a rush of pride and leaned in to kiss him.
“See you Monday.” I murmured. He nodded, clearly exhausted.
“Hey, Frankie?”
“Mhm?”
“I’m really proud of you for getting into University. You have no idea how proud of you I am. I always am.”
“Thanks, Gee.” I smiled, sliding out of the car and almost moaning when the cool air hit my overheated skin. I took a minute to make myself look presentable before walking the rest of the way home.

Notes

I feel like I haven't written in forever, what's up? :)

Also, I've posted this story on AO3 as well. I like you guys better though. They don't get any say in what happens and you guys do ;)
Which brings my to my next point - I've got a bit of time to play around with stuff until the next storyline thing comes up, so do you guys have anything you'd like to happen? Nothing big like "they get married" or "Gerard completely and fully gets over his alcoholism" or whatever, because yeah, but little things that I could compile and write into a couple of cute/smutty (depending on what you suggest) chapters? :)