It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish

Frank watched as Gerard poked at the jar casing in the clawless crab. The crab waved its stubs at him, attempting to appear threatening and furious, but coming off more as a handicapped animal.

Gerard giggled and said, "Don't worry, I'll just cover ya in butter sauce and lemons."

Frank chuckled and then asked, "Wait-you just drop this plucky bastard in boiling water and he dies?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Gerard answered. He checked the water by poking his finger in it and hissed.

"That is the most metal thing I've ever heard," Frank declared, pointing at Gerard.

Gerard let out a raspy laugh and clapped like a retarded seal. "I love you, Frankie," he said.

Frank's breathing constricted and he looked at Gerard with a surprised expression. He noticed that Gerard looked great in the dim lighting of his kitchen. His blazing red hair was tossled and messy, but the way a model's would look in some high-end, shitty magazine (*cough*Aeropostale*cough*). The black eyeliner under his hazel eyes was smudged, giving a ghostly, hollow effect. His shirt was unbuttoned, the collar popped and his tie hanging sloppily. His arms were still covered in bits of sand as well. He was, in a strange, unhinged way, hot.

He realized he'd been staring too long and blushed. Frank averted his eyes and turned away. He felt Gerard's hand on his cheek and drew in a sharp breath.

"Frank," Gerard said softly. "I mean it. I love you." Gerard's free hand touched Frank's lightly. Frank didn't move, giving him invitation to connect their fingers.

Frank was silent. Gerard sighed. Damn, he thought. What the fuck are you doing? He doesn't wanna hear that bullshit. Stupid.

"I..." Frank wasn't able to properly respond to Gerard. "Um..." He avoided eye contact with him, blushing a bright red. "Uh-oh shit, the crabs!"

"Huh?" Gerard turned and saw the crabs scurrying away, the containers above them still. It was comical to watch plastic move with them, especially the limbless one. It flailed its stubs without much impression and Gerard rolled his eyes. He moved the containers, grabbed the crabs, and dropped them in the boiling water.

"So annoying," he said. He watched them boil. Frank made a face of shock and disgust.

"Ew," he said. "They're dead."

With that, they bursts into fits of laughter. "Because they're dead!" Gerard said between hysterical laughter.

Notes

Ya'll want some candy?