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

Frank went into the break room after washing his face thouroughly and was about to get a Gatorade when he saw Patrick and Brendon together. Patrick was sitting on the counter with Brandon standing between his legs, his lips attatched to his neck. He stared in confusion, wondering what the hell he was looking at. vampire?
Brendon pulled away and adjusted his glasses with two fingers. He licked his lips and kissed Patrick square on the lips. They're gay? Saw that coming. But they're a couple?
Frank watched as Pat's small hand wrapped into Brandon's short brown hair, giving a soft pull. Brandon held Patrick by his waist, angling his neck to kiss him better. Patrick pulled his lips away, whispering something before grinning and biting the taller man's lip. His free hand roamed into Brandon's back pocket and Brandon gripped his waist a bit tighter in his large hands. They were pressed together now, releasing muffled moans.
Frank felt himself blush and turned on his heels, running down the hall. Brandon pulled his head away from Patrick, looking at the door. "Was someone in here?" he asked.

"I don't know," Patrick retorted. His hand ran up Brendon's arm and gave his shoulder a slight squeeze. "Are we going to finish this now or later?"
Brendon turned back to the shorter man and removed their glasses. "Those were quite the burden. Shall we?"
Frank wondered what the fuck was up with everybody. Patrick and Brendon in the break room (or the Snack Shack as Hayley called it), Gerard's huge dick hitting him in the face, how he kept oggling Gerard. He knew he was gay but he didn't think he was attracted to Gerard.
Then again, how couldn't he? Gerard was pretty hot. He had a cute, infectious smirk, was so sassy and loveable. He was simply the most interesting person he'd ever met.
But he was just Frank's instructor. He needed to stop worrying about Gerard and start worrying about the reanimation he had to create for next month.
Frank arrived back at the Ballpit. Gerard was in his underwear and blue t-shirt, his pants tied around his head just like on the first day. He was eating a lollipop, unaware of the fact that Frank was there. He swirled his tongue on it before pushing it in his mouth. Frank watched it pop out of his cheek and blushed ridicuously. Gerard pulled it back out and rolled it on his tongue. Hr sucked the tip and finally put it back in his mouth.
He noticed Frank standing there, his face bright red. "Hey Frankie," he said. He hopped off his desk and strided to him. Damn, he was significantly taller than Frank. Then again, who wasn't? "You okay now?" he asked in a low voice. His mouth was close to Frank's ear, his breath warm and smelling of cherries.
"Um, yeah," Frank lied. I have a boner and just watched my two accomplices suck on each other's faces but yeah, I'm fine.
"Good," Gerard replied. "I'd hate to see you quit just because of that awkward...incident. We're cool now, right?"
Frank decided to play it off as though nothing ever had happened. He took the candy from Gerard's mouth and put it in his own. "We're frosty," he replied casually. Oh wow, he sounded convincing.
"Great." Gerard gave him that sexy smirk and Frank felt his heart batter against his ribcage. Damn.

Notes

You know you ship Brandon and Patrick...that was like sexy in my opinion.