How Wrong We Were To Think That Immortality Meant Never Dying (Waycest/Frerard)

Gerard was awestruck. How dare he. In a second, he was tugging the guy he'd been making out with to him. The guy was shocked, to say the least, but Gerard didn't care. Like fuck he was going to let Frank ruin his night. It was the first time he felt alive in months after Mikey died. Sure, he was sobering up it hurt like hell for him to think about forgetting his sweet younger brother. However, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he needed to forget and the booze he had downed before made it easier.
"A drink, baby?" Gearrd purred into his partners ear and the man nodded, disappearing for a minute. A minute later, when the guy returned, the fruity drink was gone too soon and Gerard's lips were on his. Now that Gerard wasn't totally wasted he could taste the undertow of sweet cigarettes, making him moan. He missed his cigarettes; Frank made him quit. "helping", his boyfriend called it.
Boyfriend. The word echoed around his brain. Never once has Gerard considered him a boyfriend. Sure, he's called him that ad stuff, but never did he feel it in his heart. Frank was simple not his to have.
"Shouldn't you get back to your boyfriend?" The guy mumbled against Gerard's lip. Said man shook his head.
"He doesn't care about me. Not really." Gerard slurred back, loving how this man was muscular and a little bit taller than him.
In an instant, the smaller male was pressed against the wall and being grinded against,making them both gasp and moan.
"So pretty." The man gasped as he pulled Gerard's hair, making him hiss in pleasure. And to think, they didn't even known the other's name.

Notes

GUESS WHO SAW FOB LAST NIGHT AHHHH