Frank panted heavily, allowing their two breaths to mix. Gerard's lips were shining with their product of the kiss and they looked so inviting. He tried to catch his breath before going in for another kiss but it dawned on him; he had just kissed a murderer. The thought stayed in his head for all of a second and then the power of alcohol drowned it out. He leaned in and took Gerard's bottom lip in both of his, nibbling slightly. Gerard tried to pull away, but Frank didn't want to loose the best thing that had happened to him in the last... however many days he had in his company. Eventually, Gerard pulled away but held on to Franks neck. He pushed their foreheads together, looking each other straight into the eyes, their noses touching gently.

Around them, the wind picked up gently. Frank closed his eyes and listened to the motion of the wind, trying to distract himself from what happened. He enjoyed it so much, but Gerard obviously hadn't.

"This is going to be so much more awkward now, you realize?" Gerard muttered under his breath, still panting slightly.

"I know." Frank said, decisively. His head was spinning from the amount of alcohol they had consumed; it was a high concentration of alcohol, and Frank was a fucking lightweight.

"Are you ready?" Gerard asked quietly.

"For what?" Frank contradicted.

"Running even faster than we are now," Gerard answered. "I mean, theoretically. We're gonna have to hide this from everyone. I mean, it's bad enough I captured you, and now I'm taking advantage of a minor? That's serious shit." Gerard said in a big rush.

"Who knows? Was that even serious?" Frank giggled, feeling dizzy. This seemed to hurt Gerard's feelings. He pulled away, and shuffled further on the floor.

"You didn't... Feel anything?" Gerard probed, quietly. He appeared strong and he had a fierce outer shell; really, on the inside, he was the same as everyone else. He got nervous and shy. He got broken and sad. Frank shut his eyes. Did he feel feelings for this.... Monster? He was a cold blooded murderer, who had captured a teenager in order to cover his tracks. On the other hand, Frank had never felt so... not alone when he was in Gerard's company. Even if they did spend most of their days in silence, the silence was filled with thick aroma coming off of the both of them, so much tension in one tight space.

Frank groaned. "Yes, I did."

Gerard perked up. "Really?" he said, with eyes full of hope and amour.

"Yes." Frank looked over at Gerard. His vision was getting worse; the grey, overcast sky was getting darker, and the city lights illuminating the places he could see. Gerard shuffled awkwardly nearer and he became fully visible. Gerard pressed their foreheads together once more.

"Then, where were we?"

***

Frank woke in the morning to find he was on the ground, with a blanket over his body. The memories of last night were somewhat clouded in his mind, but the one that stood out the most he remembered.

He has kissed Gerard.

He didn't move, didn't opened his eyes, didn't say anything. He wanted to shake and cry and shout about what he done, but it was too late. It was history, and probably inscribed in the deepest part of Gerard's memory. Last night was a mistake, largely on Frank's part; he had led Gerard on, and he was the one who was going to be responsible for his heartbreak. He wasn't going to tell him straight away, considering his arm was around his middle, and he could probably crush him with one move.

"Good morning," he heard from behind him. Damn, he always knew some how. He turned around to face Gerard, finding him just inches away from his face. The worst part of it, he felt all the feelings of last night coming back.