Privilege of the broken ones

There was a moment where he couldn't say a word, his lips were hung open and the idea that the boy that was standing above him suggested was insane. He couldn't look up because he was still standing there, looking at him, watching his every move and breath he would take not that frequently.
Frank was terrified and what Gerard had suggested was fucking crazy and his heart was beating in the same rythm as the clock on the kitchen wall of the Way house. He finally managed to look up to the boy and he saw him smirking and making facial expression that he couldn't describe. There was silence and it wasn't comfortable, at least it wasn't comfortable for Frank. When it came to Gerard, he loved seeing Frank all flustered and upset over a simple thing.
Gerard was waiting for an answer and it seemed like he wasn't really getting one that soon.
"Frank. You should call your mom if you decide to stay the night."
Stay the night. Fucking hell.
Gerard spoke with such ease like he invited boys to sleep with him all the time. Well, who knew? Maybe he did and Frank was just maybe one of them, just another boy in the line of the boys or maybe even girls that were used by Gerard.
At the same time Frank's mind was doing scenarios like this and at the same time, he just wanted to let go and live in the moment as some people would say. Living in the moment would be great, but living in the moment wasn't something Frank could do because he sometimes didn't feel like living.
Some people would think that when Frank got home after kissing a handsome boy, he would lay on his bed and imagine how happy that made him and how his head is now clear of all the bad things his head unfortunately contains.
No.
If you think that a person can make your depression go away, you're probably wrong and if that person that you're involved with thinks that you magically healed when they showed up is wrong.
People can help,but most of the time when you are alone and when sun the sets, the only thing left is you and your thoughts.
Sleeping gets harder and recalling your mistakes when you were little and when you didn't even know you did a mistake becomes more frequent.
Fighting the thing inside you becomes harder every day until you finally perish away.
Even if you heal, you still remember the scars that were there. People can't see them but you can. And you can't forget it that easily.
You look at it every day and the scars that are now even engraved in your brain, don't pass.
So, if you thought that another person loving you will help you heal, then this is probably bad news for you.
Although, maybe people can help you to learn how to love yourself.
Frank wasn't near that stage, not even remotely close.
This thinking got him on the edge itself and Gerard was looking at him confused but no words left his mouth. He was merely just holding his hand, firstly touching his index finger and slowly taking his whole hand in his own. It felt nice but it confused Frank because he didn't know if he was doing this to persuade him to stay or was he doing this so he knows that he knows that he's not okay. Wow, what a game of words inside one sentence.
Appereantly, Gerard was doing the talking part for the both of them and he asked him again the question that was practicly hanging in the air itself.
"Will you stay the night, Frank?" He raised an eyebrow at the question, making Frank swallowed harder than ever. His fingers traced over his hand and he was doing circles with his tumb over his whole hand, and it was weird because usually people made that circles with their thumb over another person's palm, so this instantly made Frank shiver a bit and his hair on his arms lifted a little.
"I-i. Yeah, i guess so." Frank whispered to himself and if Gerard wasn't so goddamn near him he wouldn't even hear him say that. Gerard's gaze was still fixated on him and in the moments to come Gerard streched behind Frank to take something. A phone appeared in front of his face and Gerard just said. "Call your mum. Tell her that we haven't finished the project and that you'll just stay over, I mean sleep over. More or less." Gerard made a comforting smile and Frank was nervously clutching his phone and sweat showed up but he decided he needed to calm down and not have a panic attack or something worse, Gerard took care of him too much today and he didn't want that to him. When he looked at it, he realized that he was owing him and that made him extremely uncomfortable because he needed to pay him back somehow and it wasn't like Frank was a wonder child, he couldn't really provide Gerard with anything. Unless, this was how Gerard made people pay him. He shook that thought off and started typing the number, he pressed all the wrong numbers and it seemed like it took his ages too dial the right number. His mothers voice sounded different over the phone." Hello?"
"Hey, mum. It's me." Frank spurted out the words, his voice shaking a bit.
"Oh, hi, honey."
Honey, will she ever stop.
"Umm, mum. We are still doing the project so i am just letting you know that i will sleep here, at my friends and i'll come back tommorow before school to pick up my stuff." Lying was certainly the best thing you could do without taking your clothes off. But not to Frank.
"Sure thing. But don't stay up too long, both of you. Does that friend of yours have an extra tooth brush to borrow you? If not i can stop by and give you yours?" His mothers obsession with washing teeth and all of this stuff just made Frank feel like he was five years old. Frank jumped at the thought of his mother coming to Gerard's house.
"Yeah, mum he has." Frank was a terrible liar but this just made him feel exhausted.
"Okay. Have fun doing your project. Say hi to your Whale friend." His mum was quick on hanging up the phone and Frank couldn't help but to feel a little irritated at the fact that she has mistaken Gerard's surname.
"Everything okay?" Gerard shouted from the other room.
"Yeah. Everything is fine. Do you maybe have a toothbrush extra?"
A laughter was heard from both of the Way brothers and Frank couldn't stop himself from smiling too.
Frank could hear Gerard's footsteps and Gerard was actually holding an extra toothbrush. He was confused because he really didn't think that Gerard could actually posess an extra toothbrush that wasn't used by him or his brother Mikey. It was brand new and Gerard's hand was holding it so non-chalantly. Frank smiled to him, blushing a little as he reached with his hand to grab the item. The package only had one flaw, it had a small rupture at the top as if someone tried to open it and then changed his or hers mind. Frank looked up and a question that poped to his mind appeared. Gerard wanted to escape that question by any means, if it was possible but Frank didn't know what stood behind that whole story so he didn't hesistate to ask it.
"How come you have an extra? Who was suppose to get this?"
Frank asked sincerely while waiting for a normal answer that he won't get, not for a while at least.
"I-uhm. We've had like guests. Mikey and me. And i guess. Somebody needed it. I don't know anymore."
Gerard unfortunately had to resort to lying and his heart was aching because he couldn't handle lying to Frank. Frank was standing there oblivious to the fact of the things that Gerard has done in his past and what kind of people were there in his past. Gee was barely handling his past, he wasn't going to just hand over the pain to another person.
He didn't want to destroy Frank.
But it all seemed that they were doomed from the start.
Frank was standing there, oblivious to the fact of how much he doesn't know about Gerard. He didn't want to meet him with that side of him and he decided to give him the best parts of him. The ones that he was holding in his palm, as small as they were. His attention and his admiration.
His love and that little hope that still didn't vaporate into thin air.
He was intending to give it all to him, no matter how fucked up they both were, Gerard was stubborn in making things okay.
The definition of okay to him was twisted and things didn't work out for him as he wanted them to work out. Okay for him meant coping with the world. It meant going through a day without wanting to die, going through a day without hating yourself, going through a day without thinking of falling back into old habits.
He didn't want to cure Frank because Frank was a messed up kid and he doubted that he even thought that he's messed up, but he wanted them to learn each other how to cope.
Coping is what they both needed to learn and Gerard needed to learn himself and Frank how to do that.
Coping.
Such a simple word and yet so complicated to understand and grasp. For some people at least. Those people were unfortunately Frank and Gerard.
Frank didn't know his plan and he intended to let it stay that way. The plan that Gerard had in his mind was forged and nothing could stop him, not even Frank.
After he murmured out the lie, they fell into silence as he looked everywhere but in his eyes. Frank was cluthing the package that he still didn't believe that Gerard got him, his hands were trembeling a bit and he wondered if Gerard has forgotten the words he said just minutes ago. He said he wanted to sleep with him and about every single thing that was in Frank's head had perished with the words that rolled off Gerard's toungue. It was still pretty much unbelievable to even process what he wanted from him. Stuttering was something that would wildly appear when stuff like this happened and he was slightly wondering how it didn't happen this time. Maybe the answer to that was the fact that he pretty much didn't say anything. Even stuttering wasn't an option anymore. Gerard made him shut his mouth, but in a good way. Frank also led himself by his own inner moto. He didn't speak when he was uncertain about something or not enough educated on the matter. And that probably led to him not speaking at all. But no for real, when he was in school and when the teacher would ask him a question and he wasn't certain about the answer, he would never answer. Maybe it was because he didn't want to be publicly ashame in front of the people that he strongly disliked or maybe it was just that thing when he had trouble speaking in front of larger groups of people because that would lead him into another one of his panic attacks where he needed to run to the bathroom to calm himself down, counting to ten and trying to stay focused on that one spot on the door where someone smashed something out of anger. Heart would beat faster and his hands would get sweaty and it was all caused by a simple question about something they learned and about something he wasn't so sure about. Most of the time after people would forget that he didn't know the answer and that would all pass and he would figure out that the answer that he wasn't so sure about was the correct one, he wanted to smash his head into a wall or something worse. Regret and hatred towards him own self would increase every fucking day of his existence.
Gerard felt like one of those people who didn't care about how they would look in front of people and little did Frank know how wrong his thinking was.
He felt like the silence was defeaning enough and he decide to speak up and as he did so, Gerard snaped a bit at the sound of Frank's voice. "Are we gonna-"
"Yeah, sure. Do you want to sleep in that or can i give you something of mine?"
Gerard interuppted Frank as he spoke, leaving Frank extremely confused. Frank thought that by sleeping he meant sleeping. He thought that Gerard thought about the other sleeping thing, yet this only proved how Frank was the teenager in the room and not Gerard.
"I thought we were gonna-" Frank was blushing and he could've kept himself quiet but he just couldn't help himself but to embarrass his own self in front of the person that he started to care about. A lot.
"You thought we were gonna? What?" Gerard said with a smile as realization hit him and he wanted to smile but Frank looked even smaller than usual out of the shame that he felt from what he thought that Gerard was saying so Gerard just resorted to being serious even though he was practicly jumping inside himself because he never thought that Frank would even consider having sex with him.
He promised to take it slow and he is going to appreciate his own deal.
For once in his lifetime, at least.
"Oh, no. I-i. I meant us in the same bed, but not that. I mean not yet..." Gerard appereantly lost the power of speaking and it was hard to make a simple sentence that sounded normal.
Frank heard the 'not yet' part so he just thought to himself: 'don't panic, not just yet'. Gerard was too good to even be around and he wanted to pray to God for giving him this opportunity even though he wasn't really that religious.
Gerard made a straight line out his lips and then he bit his bottom lip in the process. Frank just stood there, frozen in time and Gerard just placed his hand on the fence that the stairs had.
"You coming?" He spoke with some certainty in his voice. Looking back to him where Frank was standing, all stiffed and not really able to move.
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Gerard was amazed with the fact that his fucking crush is going to stay the night. This was his dream, he always wanted someone to lay in his bed or the other person's bed without having sex, they would just touch and kiss the whole night long until they wake up in the morning, all tired of not really sleeping ( because who could sleep when you have the perfect person right beside you ) and then he would wake up a little earlier than the person that shared his bedside and he would make him breakfast or they could see the sun rising or something equally beautiful as that.
Gerard was a dreamer and it was extremely visible at this point. He was thinking of all the ways he could kiss Frank and he never wanted Frank to grow tired of him. That would probably crush him, so he wasn't letting himself to get down by thinking about that stuff.
He had enough once in his lifetime.
As they were climbing the stairs, Frank could hear Mikey play videogames and he could hear him singing slightly off tune. To Frank, Mikey didn't look like someone who sang that much but you never know. People are full of suprises. And as he thought of that, he looked up to Gerard who was holding his hand as they were entering his room.
The room had enough space and right opposite the door there was the window and with it, it could be entered to a small balcony. Out of the window, Frank could see their city and the city lights that went out as people went to sleep. Their city was a little bit foggy and the air never smelled great. The river that went through it was polluted and every once in a while, people would find a dead body in it. It was a dangerous city and Gerard and Frank were right in the middle of it. In the core. Their problems were nothing comparing to what happened to other people out there. But they were still young and Frank wasn't intending to think about horrible things that happened to other people. Selfish? Yeah, maybe it was selfish but the only problems he wanted to think about was Gerard's.
Frank looked around a little and he saw the walls painted white but it had characters on it and Frank figured out that the drawing talent belonged, after all to Gerard. The doodles on the table in the kitchen and the doodles here on the walls were similiar. The room was tidy and Frank wondered if the state of the room is like that because he knew he would come or was Gerard just a tidy person. He had a table and a stack of papers with unfinished drawings that were layed down right next to a bunch of pencils. The chair that was under the table had a lot of black clothes and Frank figured that that chair was the chair that everybody had in their room. The one where you put all your clothes that you've taken out of the closet and just put them there in case you wanted to wear it again. And then you never wear it again and the certain clothing just collects moist in your room.
His head was full of thinking about the fucking chair and he wanted to laugh but he satisfied himself with a small grin.
He turned around to face Gerard and Gerard was looking at him all wide-eyed, like he was expecting something. Frank swinged on his feet a little as he tried to come up with something to say, his arms were heavy and he almost forgot about the pain that his body was still experiencing. The truth was that Frank couldn't really move. Move at all. He needed Gerard to take his hand and put him down. Put him down on his bed. Then Frank looked at the bed and he wanted to stick out to Gerard that his bed wasn't really made for two people. But maybe that was the plan that Gerard had. Or maybe he didn't really think it through?
Frank was looking at the bed and Gerard just whispered a silent oh. They both looked at each other in the same time while waiting for one of them to say something. Gerard decided to take initiate because after all, this was his room. He looked nervously to the floor, not really meeting Frank's eyes.
"Uh, Frank. You sleep on my bed. I'll just crash on the floor. Yeah?" He finished his sentence nervously than before. This wasn't really what he wanted or how he planned this. He wanted to be beside him not under his bed, on the floor.
Frank waited for Gerard to end his sentence and he did with a small clap like he managed to solve the world's problem. He wasn't satisfied with what Gerard had suggested and he didn't picture it like that and neither did Gerard. Him sleeping on the floor while Frank slept on his bed. No fucking way. This sentence sounded wrong. No fucking Way. No puns allowed, not now, not in Frank's head as he was trying to solve his and Gerard's problem. He bit his lip and finally figured out what they'll do.
"You don't mind sleeping on the floor, right?" Frank asked the boy that was blushing in front of him. He was touching his strands again out of nervousness. It was probably a habit, Frank concluded.
"No, I don't mind." Gerard answered right away, his hand still in his hair as they were standing to far from each other.
"Then we'll both sleep on the floor." Frank blinked too many times as he said this quite a short sentence. He was wondering what Gerard had in his mind and what he intended to do during the night with him.
"You sure about that? Why don't you want to sleep on the bed?" Gerard approached Frank in two steps, now standing really close to him.
Frank swallowed hard again and Gerard could hear it because he was so close to him, making each other nervous. His toungue seemed to malfunction and he barely responded to him. "I want to be next to you."
Gerard raised his both eyebrows out of suprise, even though he shouldn't because he should've have thought that Frank wanted the same as him. He wanted to say something but Frank wasn't really letting him. He started to take all the sheets from Gerard's bed and the two pillows that were on the bed. Luckily for Frank, Gerard had two pillows so that his head isn't on the hard cold ground, but then he thought about it more and he realized that if Gee didn't have a pillow, he would just use him as a pillow. But then it was better if he had because Frank was scared he would drool on him or something else totally realistic because people totally did this kind of stuff. This wasn't a goddamn romance novel and people didn't wake up with their hair in a perfect state and they didn't wake up with make up on and they didn't wake up with their eyes wide and most of all they didn't wake up with their voice sounding like they could sing in a mother fucking opera.
People would wake up with their hair looking like a birds nest and they would wake up with little smudges under their eyes from the make up they had yesterday and they woke up with with their eyes mostly closed and most of all they woke up with their voice raw and soar.
That was everything that Frank wanted to see from Gerard and that was everything that Gerard wanted to see from Frank.
As Frank was gathering the stuff that was on Gerard's bed, Gerard was wondering if this was going to turn out the way he wanted. After all, life didn't usually work out in his favour, so he was really hoping that this would turn on right.
Frank was done and Gerard didn't really contribute to the work because Frank was goddamn fast even though he's suffered injuries just an hour or so maybe ago.
Frank sat on the floor and Gerard realized that Frank hasn't really responded to what he asked. So he decided to ask him again. "Frank, will you sleep in that, or in something else?" They looked at each other and Frank licked his lips and then made a move like he was smudging his lipstick that he didn't have.
Frank looked at Gerard and then at his skinny jeans and his probably dirty shirt and he just nodded yes to wearimh soemthing else in response.
Gerard started looking through his closet to find something soft in which Frank could sleep through the night. He found an extremely large black soft shirt that was too big even for Gerard, in this shirt Frank will look like he's in a dress.
The black shirt landed in Frank's hands and he started taking his shirt off like Gerard wasn't in the room. Gerard quickly turned around so that Frank has his privacy. He could hear Frank giggle in the background and Gerard thought it was because the shirt was extremely big but then Frank spoke up completely serious even though he was giggling just seconds ago.
"You know. You don't need to turn around. You've already seen me without a shirt." And with that Gerard turned around and he saw Frank, his Frank sitting on the bed in a large black shirt with his legs naked, smiling from his ear to ear.
Gerard was still in his daily clothes and he figured that it wouldn't be so smart for him to sleep in his skeleton onesie. He thought Frank looked fucking beautiful in his simple black shirt and wearing his usual skeleton onesie would ruin the picture. So, he almost nocked down every single piece of clothing he had until he found a similiar long shirt. The only difference was that his shirt was white and Frank's was black. They made quite the contrast.
He pulled it out of the closet and he stopped because Frank was staring at him. Frank jerked back a little as he cought himself doing it. "Uh, sorry. I didn't mean to-sorry." Frank apologised, his eyes directing to the floor.
Gerard felt bad about how fast Frank's apologizing went and he wanted to kiss that out of him, if it was possible.
"Can i watch? I mean-is it okay? Because i won't if it bothers you." Frank started again as Gerard was still holding the white shirt in his arms.
Gerard looked to the shirt that was in his hands and he just smiled. Smiling was how he's going to get through this. The insecurities that he felt and everything in between.
"I guess you can." Gerard answered as he was already half way through taking his shirt off.
Frank looked at him in admiration because he couldn't figure out why he thought so low of himself but then he remembered that everybody probably felt like that and he wanted the world to stop so he could see this until the very end of time.
His torso was pale just like the rest of his body and on this light that he had in his bedroom, his hair and his skin were making a wonderful contrast. His hair dark as the sky outside and his skin pale almost as the walls in his bedroom.
His hair was in a mess and he finally pulled his pants down, not seeing his crotch because his shirt was to the half of his thighs and he joined Frank on the floor. He kneeled down and Frank just lifted his arm to the switch so Gerard would turn of the lights.
The lights went off and they were on the floor in the middle of the room, the city lights outside were enough so that they could see each others faces. Gerard wasn't intending to shut them because the shadows that the trees casted from the outside looked perfect on Frank's face.
Frank and Gerard were laying down, heads on the pillows and they could only see half of each others faces. Gerard's bangs fell a little on his face and Frank lifted his hand to move it from his face.
Frank wanted to move his hand from his face but Gerard took his hand and placed it on his face and then as Frank's hand was relaxed, he moved his hand to his lips. Frank could feel his lips on his hand and he could see Gerard's face in the darkness, his eyes were black but Frank felt like he could still see the colour in them.
Gerard moved his hand from his lips and continued to move it further down, Frank was afraid how far will he go and luckily for Frank, Gerard stopped in the middle of his chest, placing his hand on his heart.
He could feel it beat faster than it should and he could hear his breathing getting sharpened with every second as their hands connected into a firmer clutch.
"Why are you doing this?" Frank breathed out the question that he had in his mind since they met.
"I guess some things are worth doing." Gerard answered as he saw Frank glancing between him and the wall behind him.
The whole idea behind that 'some things are worth doing' came from the fact that Gerard would currently do anything for Frank and his world was evolving around one room in this town and that room contained two confused boys that were messed up and that boys were trying to cope and they were currently lying next to each other, one having his hand on another's chest, feeling the other ones beating heart.
The world seemed to fall apart and all the pieces that were scattered around the world came closer together as they were holding onto each other as their lives were depending on it. Pieces of memories and hope they lost along the way floated around them as they weren't even trying to grab it. They were tired and life was exhausting and Frank was tired of running towards an invisible goal and Gerard was tired of thinking. In the past they desperatly tried to grab the pieces that were falling off or they were trying to glue the ones that had fallen off before and it never worked. It just didn't work out for them. So they left the pieces floating.
And it felt calming.
For the first time in his life, Frank and Gerard felt like reality seemed more real to them than before. Before they felt like shadows, they felt like blank faces that people saw in the crowd and instantly forget. Shadows or ghosts, it didn't really matter. They were here now and it seemed to both of them that that was the only thing that mattered.
Some people would think that this acknowledgement made them feel like there are no worries in the world, like everything is fine now.
It wasn't.
You couldn't really get rid of the sound in your head that said that you're worthless. It didn't go away that easily.
Sounds and screaming that filled Frank's and Gerard's head for their entire life wasn't really intending to just dissapear. They didn't know until now that they could learn how to deal with that stuff and people will always think that you got over it but you'll always know you didn't. The one thing people always fail to see is that people learn how to cope.
Their breathing synchronized and Gerard let Frank's hand go. It was already getting sweaty from all the holding and as he let go off his hand Gerard still felt it on his shirt. Frank didn't move his hand from the place where Gerard put it first.
Frank moved his legs and he was touching Gerard's legs with his cold feet. Gerard didn't mind though. Their bodies moved closer and Frank's hand wasn't so needed on his chest, his legs were touching and Frank could feel him streching his leg to his own so he could move them even closer. Their faces were now really close and the lights that were going out outside still provided enough light so they could gaze into each others eyes. Gee had his right hand under his head, supporting it a little as his left hand ended up in Frank's hair. It was soft and the feeling of touching it was ireplacable. That was maybe why that happened so often.
No words seemed to appear, even though Gerard planned to talk about the stars if he needed to with Frank. They were in silence and the silence consisted the sound of cars passing by down in the streets and the sound of honking and swearing. They could hear people fighting in their own houses and drunk people singing outside the songs they didn't know and never heard of.
The silence consisted so many sounds that it wasn't really silence anymore. Was it only because people aren't speaking? Do people consider themselves that important that they named something only because they weren't talking? Only because their mouth wasn't saying anything?
Next time you find yourself in silence, rememeber that you're not actually in it. It was a lie people created so they would feel good about themselves. Or was it? Maybe it wasn't unintentional. Gerard thought too much about the things that he couldn't explain, while on the other hand he had a mistery laying right next to him.
"Tell me something." Gerard whispered to his ear. His hand was on his back and Frank couldn't move even if he wanted to. Their eyes met again and Frank was confused by the question.
"Tell you what?" Frank answered as their lips were practicly on each others.
Gerard moved and their noses touched, leaving Frank speechless. "Tell me something about you."
Frank stared at him and he didn't know what to say, he knew that Gerard will wait for an answer as long as it takes. Anything that poped to Frank's mind seemed completely irrelevant and nothing important that would impress Gerard. Or maybe he was being to hard on himself?
They were laying on the floor and Gerard could hear Frank breathe heavily, in that moment he understood that this question was hard for him and that he didn't know what to say. Once before when Gerard was younger, somebody asked him the same question and he didn't know what to say. The feeling of worthlessness was in him and everything he could say seemed irrelevant, he thought of himself as irrelevant and therefor, irrelevant things didn't deserve to be mentioned. He thought that people like him didn't deserve to live, he thought that if he went nobody would even miss him. That person that asked the question didn't care about how he felt and that person didn't try to help him in any way.
He wasn't like that person and he wasn't glad seeing Frank so frustrated and he intended to help Frank in any way possible.
"Tell me your full name." Gerard moved his hand across Frank's arm, causing him to shiver under the covers.
Frank shifted a bit and Gerard moved as he moved under the blankets and the covers they had.
"You know my name-"
Gerard interrupted Frank as he started to speak because he realized that he formulated the question wrong.
"No, yeah. Of course i know your name. But i thought like your middle name? I always wonder what middle name people have?" Gerard put himself on his elbow so he could see Frank completely from above, Frank turned on his back looking Gerard from down as he spoke the thing that people always hid from other people even though everybody had it.
"It's Anthony." Frank blurted out in shame as Gerard's smile grew larger as he saw Frank frowning from his reaction.
"Stop smiling, Gerard." Frank got and he folded his arms. Gerard took his arms and put them in his own as his fingers traced down and up his arm.
"Arthur."
Frank stopped frowning and made a confused face as Gerard was serious.
"What?" Frank smiled suspiciously.
Gerard layed down almost half on Frank's body as their faces got closer and closer until their foreheads connected. "That's my middle name." Gerard answered to Frank's confusion.
"Gerard Arthur Way? Oh my God. Seriously?" Frank laughed maybe too loud which resorted to Gerard putting his hand over his mouth. Frank wasn't moving and Gerard was again above him as he licked his lips from dryness.
The hand that Gerard put on Frank's mouth was moved and they couldn't really talk anymore. The tension in the room was growing but they both knew that things can't happen to soon. Not yet. It was too early for the both of them.
"Kiss me Arthur." Frank teased the boy that was now pressing him with his weight. Gerard rolled his eyes at the mention of his stupid middle name that he hated because his mother gave it to him.
He shook the thought of his stupid family off of his mind and he reminded himself that Frank was there and that he needed to respond somehow.
"I will if you don't call me ever like that again." Gerard stopped for a bit as he was slowly getting closer to Frank's lips, only stopping to say this. "Anthony."
Frank would jerk back if it was possible, but the floor was a great obstacle and Gerard pressing him with his whole body was a huge distraction also, so he decided to do what he wanted to do since he came in his house. His hand touched the back of Gerard's head and he pulled him closer until their lips touched. It deepened and Frank could smell the flowers again and he could almost depict roses from the other flowers.
"Okay, Arthur."
"You're really gambling with you luck here, Anthony."
They both smiled as the night became more dark and as the clock ticked more and more, until minutes became hours and their lips and their bodies ached from touching.
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Notes

Eyy! Guys look ninth chapter. I am so happy about this touchy feely stuff in this chapter.
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A big thanks to anyone that read this.
I love you all lots. Next chapter coming soon.