[Gerard's P.O.V]

The cold air brushed my tangled hair backwards, I waited for frank outside the changing rooms after the bell went and I silently rested on the wall. Students laughed and joked, happy it was the last day of term. I silently watched my hands as they scrunched the hem of my shirt between fingers, tugging it across my thighs out of habit. Head lifting when frank’s voice broke out, I saw the smile across his thing lips spread out.
“Hey Gerard. You ready?”
I nodded lightly while pushing myself off of the wall, slipping my hands into my front pocket. God, I can’t believe he’s actually wanting to hang around with me.
“So where did you piss off you in lesson? Did you go for a cheeky wank?”
He lightly nudged his shoulder into my own, his hands where shoved in his leather jacket pockets and I was able to hear his keys clash together while he toyed with them. I felt my face flush pink at his words, rolling my eyes a little.
“You’re disgustingly sexual, no. I don’t like P.E so they shouldn’t expect me to do it.”
I follow him out to the parking lot, making our way towards his trampy black car; he looked across at me with a playful smirk before quietly tutting under his breath.
“Wow, so rebellious Gerard. What’re we going to do with you?”
I released a breathy chuckle and shook my head at his words.

He plodded along to the driver’s side to unlocked the vehicle, motioning with a hand towards me to climb in which I willingly did. I set my rucksack down between my feet and I predicted it’d smell of his cheap cologne, cigarettes and some sort of drug – by guessing, I think it is marijuana not only that but there’s remaining on his dashboard, which isn’t very smart of him.
“Wow, Iero. I thought you’d have more class than being caught with a class B drug feathered around in your car. You should have put it in a hiding place.”
As he started the ignition, he eyebrow quirked up at my sudden words.
“Wow, way.” He mimicked. “I thought you’d have more class than to actually be taking drugs.” His tongue snapped in his mouth cockily, pulling out from the parking space and making his entrance onto the road. Laughing softly, I cocked my head back against the car seat.
“Oh Frank, you dont have to take drugs to know what they are and plus you have no idea what I do.”
And with a roll of his eyes we sat in a content, comfortable silence while the radio silently hummed through the speakers.

Once arriving at his busted up home, I briefly inspected it – not really seen it close up before now. The top left window was cracked, not shattered but it surely needed replacing. Weeds were growing in the cracks of the foot path that lead up to the front door which was a horrible, dark green and the painting was pealing. I lifted myself out the car and swung the backpack across my shoulder, still looking across the cobblestoned house; that, probably being the most decent part.
“Sorry about the mess.”
Frank smiled sheepishly before entering his house, I followed behind and shut the door with my free hand. A whiff of alcohol and sex sweat filled the air, my nose crinkled and I glanced to frank who was watching my reaction. He looked embarrassed and I pushed the judgement of his home aside, adjusting my bag a little.
“Could I have a drink?”
I asked sweetly and he perked up a little, leading me to the kitchen that wasn’t as messy as I expected- not that I’m judging it or anything. I climbed up onto the counter and rested my rucksack besides me, watching as he invaded the fridge.
“Right we have a lot of liquor-”
“Just take a few bottles and let’s blast upstairs.”
He laughed softly and it rang in my ears, causing me to smile at the sound. He was adorable in a parlous way. He peered across at me and my eyes caught his with a tiny smile, hopping from the counter he then led me upstairs to his room, I carried a few of the bottle as one of his hand grasped around my wrist gently. I kept my eyes focused on anything but him; unfortunately my uncontrollable self-briefly looked him over, remembering every inch of his body that he exposed to me a few frequent days ago. I dropped my gaze as we reached his bedroom that was up two flight of stairs, his room being in the attic and I then tossed my bag aside while taking in his faultless room.

The walls were smothered in band/tv show posters and despite the colour from them (which weren’t necessarily the brightest posters) his room was pretty bland; it was familiar or identical to a guest room: a plain dark brown wardrobe in the corner, a tidy bed and clear, almost spotless flooring which was surprising due to the whole house being a mess. I looked towards frank who was setting the TV up, slotting SAW into the CD player and he set the case back into the well stacked line that was rowed up besides the television in a metal holder. I huffed a breath and set the alcohol down on the double bed while blowing my fringe from my eyes.
“This was unpredictable. From the way you dressed I was expecting your room to be slobby.”
He sniggered and shook his head gently collapsing down beside me, his elbow resting against the mattress behind my back.
“Okay, I need some decency in my life plus if I let it get into a herd it’d blow out of my control.”
He brought two beers out and handed me one which I accepted willingly, using my teeth remove the cap frank copied the action before holding the entrance to his mouth. My eyes watched his lips mould around the glass and I swallowed looking away, taking a few gulps while blindingly using my feet to remove my loose converse; the laces been lazily tied up.

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After a few hours of drinking, joking and another film of the second SAW film, things began to become tenser; not in an awful way it was more lustful supposedly like the first time we were together.

Franks hand rested comfortably on my thigh and his fingers rested on my inner thigh, his other arm was swooped across one of my shoulders, sort of perched there and he smelt heavily of alcohol as he downed the fifth bottle, myself still being on my third. He reached across and settled it down on the bedside table and leaned against me as he did so, his arm now stretched across to my other shoulder. His breath was hot against my throat causing me to swallow a lump. Oh boy.
“Why did you reject me?”
I cocked my head towards his and we were inches apart.
“I-I had to… I didn’t want it to just be a fuck-”
I responded but was cut of by him, his eyes kind of eager.
“Did I say that?”
He questioned.
“No but I presumed that, you looked somewhat desperate and no offense Frank I’m not that hit and run type.”
I watch him shake his head.
“I didn’t say it though.”
“Maybe so but sometimes actions speak louder th-”
And before I knew it his lips where pressed against my own, the hand from my thigh was now cupping my darkly flustered cheek. I let the kiss happen, deciding not to protest, eyes falling shut after the shock had drifted away and my hands ran across his neck then arms looped around it, palms sinking against his shoulder blades comfortably. Every second was sweet, intimate and not forceful or rushed. I can’t believe after so long of daydreaming about this special moment *which it definitely was, even if we were both slightly hazy from the alcohol* it was finally happening. His perfectly structured lips where soft and silky even with the piece of cold metal poking in, it was still perfect.

He was perfect.

Notes

This chapter was written at like 4 in the morning so I'm sorry if a few things don't make sense or whatnot.

-E