Blow a Kiss at the Methane Skies

Gerard practically throws up in his mouth at the intoxicating scent of his childhood fucking home. It was so unfortunate that he liked that smell, it would make him want to stay longer, but staying longer meant more Frank and more Frank means more trouble. Who in their right mind wants more trouble?

But he walks in and to the dining room table, setting the pizza down he had picked up for Mikey before he stripped his shoes off and made his way around the kitchen, making coffee as he looked for the paper cups and plates. Hey, maybe he would find beer since that inconsiderate little bitch Frank never cared if Gerard was around when he drank! Hey, here's an idea, maybe that's why he relapsed! Maybe that's why he's mad! That's fucking rocket science, though, just too much for Frank.

Gerard huffs at his thoughts and sips his coffee as he unknowingly stares at the bathroom door. He slowly finishes his coffee as he mentally battles whether or not he should shower. Soon, the idea of soothing water wins and he's in the bathroom, peeling his sweaty clothes off his body as the water heater gets his shower to that scolding temperature all the Way's love. As the water finishes heating he slowly steps in with a low moan of satisfaction. He runs his hands through his hair to help the water make it through and lets the water take over his mind, senses, muscles, his everything as he just stood there and relaxed for a long time. He washes himself slowly, smiling to himself as he moves his hands slower over his body.

Gerard eventually finds his hand moving lower and lower as he grows harder, thoughts of the old Frank coming back this time as he slowly moves one hand over his length. When the first bit of cold water touches his back, he jumps and pulls his hands away, clenching his jaw tightly as he turns the water off and gets out of the shower, cursing himself for doing anything he just did; from touching himself in his mom's house to doing it while thinking about Frank. Although, it wasn't the first time, it had been a very, very long time since that had happened and he never wanted that to happen again. Ever. He hated Frank, remember?

Fuck. The dumb shit had forgot to get towels too. He chews his lip before remembering no one was home. He grins happily and opens the the door, strutting out confidently to the towel closet quickly. He dances and bends over, pulling a towel out before the smoke detectors begin to go off. he curses and pulls the towel around his waist before shutting the bathroom door and flicking another towel at the smoke detectors to shut them off. A wild Frank appears and grabs a towel, running around the hallway and living room, helping Gerard turn the alarms off.

About halfway through, Gerard stops and turns bright red, staring at Frank with his mouth fallen open. Frank finishes in a few minutes before he turns and notices Gerard's expression. A huge grin spreads across his face and Gerard's face only gets redder.

"I haven't seen that much of your ass since 2010, Gerard." Frank teases and Gerard reaches over and slaps him hard across the face.

"And you won't ever again, the only reason you did is because you're a fucking pervert!" Gerard screams and Frank rolls his eyes, walking to the door. He grabs Gerard's bag and begins to open it as Gerard shrieks, sprinting over.

Frank frowns and grabs the bag, hunching over it. "What's in it, Gee?"

Gerard gets even more red and shifts his weight from leg to leg. "My clothes and underwear! So stop!"

Frank grins and quickly opens the side, making a vibrator fall out of the side. Gerard shrieks again and grabs it quickly, trying to stuff it back in. "Oh, Gerard-"

"It-It's Lindsey's!" He yells, pushing Frank back by his face.

Frank chuckles and stands, shaking his head as he brushes off. "It's not even as big as me, silly."

Notes

THERe WILL BE A PART TWO TO THSIS

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