About six months after graduation.
GERARD'S POV
The comics store downstairs isn't just a store, they're also a little Indie press. Patrick agreed to print the comic I've been working on, The Umbrella Academy, as soon as I graduated, but I wanted to finish the first few volumes before formatting them. Now it's three a.m. and i'm up finishing the inking on the latest few pages of Volume 3, fueled by two pots of coffee so far. I need to finish this volume before I can start formatting and printing the others- the deadline is in a week and I need to finish inking and coloring the third book. My eyes start to slowly close again, my head drooping and my pen rolling down to the sloped desk to a rest in the groove. Just as I dropped off, Frank popped up on my desk, "Hi, Gee!!!" I snapped upright, flailing about before sending my rolling chair flying backwards onto the floor and knocking the air out of my lungs. "Holy fuck, Frank, a little warning next time?!?" He laughed before sliding off of my desk and pulling me up from the ground, setting the chair up. "C'mon man, we're going on an adventure. You've been locked in here for like four days!" "Frank, i'm in my pajamas and i've got a deadline!" "Doesn't matter. You need a break and you're gonna love it." I tried to protest again, but he put a finger over my mouth and took my blanket. "Get a hoodie and your sneakers, we're going whether you like it or not." I sighed, signing off to even more frantic work. I yanked a Green Day sweatshirt over my head and pulled on my converse, standing back up and opening my mouth to ask Frank where we were going. Before I could say anything, he grabbed my hand and everything went dark.

FRANK'S POV
We landed on the top of a mountain in Colorado- a huge boulder crowning the tallest mountain in sight. The sky is just as dark as it was back at Gerard's place in New York. Pebbles go skittering off as Gerard stumbles, unused to the landing, and I steady him. "Woah there, man, don't go dying on me!" He grins, still clinging to my arm. "I'll be fine. I'm not entirely clumsy, and it's not exactly like you'll let me plummet to my death, right?" He settled down onto the boulder, propping himself back on his elbows. "Should've brought something to sit on, man." I lay back on the rock behind him, pulling my hood up to cushion my head. Gerard lay back, resting his head on my stomach and staring up at the sky with the little smile still resting on his face. I let my fingers trace through his ink-dark hair, petting at it as his hand reached out lazily to meet my extra one. "Hey Gee?" "Yea Frankie?" "So I know i'm the devil and stuff, and for all I know the only reason you let me hang around is 'cause you sold your soul and stuff-" "Frankie-" "Hush. I've rehearsed this. So anyway, you're probably still kinda freaked out to be near me 'cause of what I am.... like, a demon-" "Frank, I'm not-" "Gerard. But, I mean, I- I'll leave if you want me to, I get it, you can call a foul and forfeit the deal, but I thought I should..... I thought you should know that I-" "Frankie-" "I love you, Gerard."

GERARD'S POV
My mouth goes dry and I can hear my pulse in my ears. Frank's fingers are still weaving through my hair, speeding up nervously but remaining in place. Three words, rushed but clear, on top of a mountain hundreds, thousands of miles away from my apartment, in the middle of a cloudless November night when I should be working on my comic. I have a deadline in less than a week and I haven't slept in almost forty hours, but it doesn't matter anymore because Frank just said he loved me. And I should say something back, I need to say something back, but all I can do is lay there like and idiot with my lips just slightly hanging open. "I-i'm sorry, i'll zap us back, fix the deal, you can-" I felt his hands draw back from mine and my hair, felt him tense up and start to shift. "Frank, I-" "It's fine, forget it. I'll-" "Frank, shut up for a second." He hesitated before lying back down, still tense. "Frank... I ....... you know how I said I was already damned regardless of whether I sold my soul?" "Ehh, yeah, Gee, but-" "Frank. The point is, I'm gay. Gay as fuck. The Ultimate Gay. Gayrard Gay, the massive flaming homosexual. And, I mean, at first, getting a crush on the devil, at first it was like, an impossible thing, just a stupid idea that could never pay off, like proof of how hopelessly fucked up I am, but I mean, I-" "Gerard, you're doing the thing." "Right, sorry, I mean- I love you too, Frank."

~*Timeskip Because I CAN LOSERS*~
Two hours later.

Frank landed in the apartment holding Gerard, walking into the bedroom before rolling his eyes at the unmade bed. Setting the sleeping boy on the far side of the bed, next to the wall where he liked to be, he lay down as well and pulled the covers up over him. "Gee? You can stop pretending now. I know you're awake, dumbass." Gerard turned over, smiling sleepily. "You caught me...." Frank moved forwards, wrapping his arms around Gerard and enveloping him in his oversized hoodie.

~*Timeskip To Ten AM*~

Gerard's POV
I was woken up later than I have been lately by the sound of dishes clattering into the kitchen sink, rolling over groggily into the place where Frank had fallen asleep. He was up now- in the kitchen getting something to eat. He usually didn't get up until around noon, but sometimes he crawled out into the light early to eat something. I reach out to move the comforter and find the material of Frank's hoodie, wadded up and thrown haphazardly onto the bed. Drawing it up to me, I smell pine trees on it, and last night comes flooding back- stars, a mountain, Frank saying...... Frank saying he loves me. I can feel the smile spreading across my face as I pull my sweatshirt over my head, replacing it with Frank's and changing into a clean pair of sweatpants. I put the hood up and stumble into the kitchen, yawning as I go. "Wuzz goin' on?" Frank turns around from the stove, grinning, wide awake and- not wearing a shirt. Alright. Awesome. "Are you.... cooking?" He shrugged, kissing me on the cheek and turning back to the stove, where he appeared to be making pancakes with mixed results. "Well, I mean, I though some food that wasn't cooked in a microwave might help you focus on your project." I started, knocking my elbow on the door frame. "Shit, my project! I forgot!" He grinned again, handing me a cup of coffee. "That's what I thought. Sit down so I can make you food." I pulled myself up onto the counter, the same place I sat that first night when I summoned Frank. "So, the king of hell is shirtless in my kitchen. He's also making me pancakes and showing off his tattoos." "No kidding! How did that happen?" "Well, first I sold my soul to become his bestie, because I was an awkward loser. So he hung around for a while and then he takes me to this beautiful mountain in Colorado, and we sat out there for hours watching the stars. So he started playing with my hair, and he tells me that he loves me. But he says it in this really awkward way, like he had tried to plan it but forgot, and it was probably right about then that I realized that i'm madly in love with him."

Notes

This went Frerard faster than expected..... oops.
Not really lol get rekt