Gerard opened his eyes and immediately saw his alarm clock, displaying the time of 5:47 in the morning. Why am awake at 5:47 on a Thursday? He wondered, rubbing his sleep-encrusted eyes.

Then, the pillows next to him stirred, and Gerard resisted the urge to yell. "Gee?" A sleep-drunk voice muttered, and the night before came flooding back. The pillows sat up, making Gerard realize that it wasn't pillows; it was Frank. Frank, blinking the sleep out of his eyes, saw Gerard's outline in the darkness of the room, sitting so close to Frank that he was almost in Frank's lap. Gerard had the blanket pulled up over his chest, and it occurred to Frank for a second just how feminine Gerard was.

"Frank," Gerard said, breathless from his fright. "Did we...?"

"I think so," Frank said. Gerard fumbled in the darkness for a second before pulling the chain on the lamp next to his bed, shining light on the whole situation.

A few things were immediately obvious: first, that they were both naked, not having bothered putting on clothes after last night; second, that both were marked up all purple and red, a particularly large lovemark on Frank's scorpion tattoo and a matching one on the same place on Gerard's neck; and three, neither were walking out of the room anytime soon, lest they risk their legs burning with pain.

"So... Umm..." Frank started, messing with the hem of the blanket pooling around his hips. "I have to-to ask you something."

"Which is?" Gerard asked, distracted slightly by how oddly beautiful Frank looked in the lighting, highlighting his sharp features and casting shadows on the rest of his face.

Frank took a moment to answer: "I still love you." Somehow, the two had been able to sleep together without saying that three-word phrase, and Frank couldn't hold it back anymore. "I still love you so much," Frank said. "Ever since the night you made me yours, I loved you. I've loved you for the longest time, Gerard. Please tell me you feel the same way."

"Frank, I..." Gerard started, biting his bottom lip, which was slightly bruised and swollen. "I... I love you too. But..."

"'But...' What?" Frank asked.

"But, to me, you'll always be the kid who cheated on me," Gerard said. "No matter how much you mature, or how much we try to forget about it, that association will always be there. I'm so sorry, but we can't be together."

"Oh," Frank said, trying his hardest not to cry. Despite it, a single tear fell from his eye, rolling down his cheek. "Okay."

"I'm sorry, Frankie, but it's just best for us," Gerard said, trying to convince himself the same thing.

Frank inched closer to Gerard, hugging him tightly. "I understand," Frank said dismally, finally letting himself cry. Gerard shuddered at the steady stream of tears falling onto his bare neck, but made no effort to clean them.

Frank pulled away and Gerard gently took his face in his hand, running his thumb along Frank's cheekbone and wiping the cheers from Frank's beautiful, sharp, tan face. Almost as if on instinct, Gerard leaned forward and pressed his lips to Frank, reveling in the salty taste from his tears.

Frank brought his hands up to grip the back of Gerard's neck, opening his mouth to allow Gerard's tongue in. Gerard moved his hands to Frank's hips, giving them a firm squeeze before pulling Frank onto his own hips. "F-Frankie," Gerard moaned as Frank took Gerard's hard member in his hand, stroking it a few times. Frank swiped his thumb over the slit and Gerard let out a deep moan, the sound going straight to Frank's own dick. Pre-cum leaked from Gerard as Frank leaned over and licked up a vein on the underside, and Gerard clutched at his bedsheets, holding back a scream.

Without warning, Frank took Gerard in his mouth, making Gerard have to bite his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from screaming.

Frank's mouth, Gerard decided after a few moments, can work magic. "Frank, I-I can't..." Gerard muttered, gripping Frank's hair and tugging. "I'm gonna—" His sentence was interrupted by his orgasm ripping through him, more powerful than anything he ever felt before. His vision blurred as he breathed heavily, trying to compose himself.

Unluckily— or luckily, depending on how he looked at it— Gerard didn't have much to compose himself. Frank, who had been sucking on his fingers since before Gerard came, slipped a finger into Gerard's entrance, pumping fast enough to leave Gerard to be a mewling mess underneath Frank.

After a few moments, Frank added another finger, scissoring them inside of Gerard, making the older push himself down to bury Frank's fingers deep inside of him. "Impatient, are we?" Frank smirked, and curled his fingers, hitting Gerard's spot dead on.

"Please, Frank," Gerard begged, throwing his head back as a loud moan escapes his throat.
"Please what?" Frank asked, ceasing all movements of his fingers.

"Please l-let me f-fuck your fingers," Gerard stuttered, his mind set on Frank fucking him deep into the mattress.

"Of course, baby," Frank purred and pushed his fingers deeper into Gerard's tight entrance, feeling the warmness around his fingers. He pumped his fingers rapidly, making Gerard writhe and moan in pleasure.

Frank pulled his fingers out and positioned himself, looking to Gerard for permission. He nodded and Frank pushed himself in slowly, moaning at the tightness around his hard dick. "So fuckin' tight, Gee," Frank moaned. "I love it."

Frank thrust in and out hard, his moans mingling with Gerard's. It was a few minutes before Frank realized that Gerard was crying, his barely-there fingernails dragging down Frank's back. "Gee, are you okay?" Frank asked, stopping his movements.

"Yeah," Gerard whispered, sniffing. "It's just... This is the last time we'll ever sleep together, and..."

"Say it, baby," Frank said, leaning down to give Gerard a small kiss.

"Make love to me. Please," Gerard pleaded, trying to stop his tears.

"Of course, Gee," Frank said and kissed Gerard again as he moved slower, peppering Gerard's already-marked neck with more marks and whispering sweet nothings.

When the two came together, it was a bittersweet moment. This was all Gerard had ever wanted: a beautiful man, making love to him, despite the early time; however, it was the last time that this particular man would make love to him, he was sure of it.

"I love you, Frankie," Gerard said after Frank pulled out, sinking down onto the mattress next to Gerard. He pulled Frank close into his body, kissing the scorpion over and over again.

"I love you too," Frank said, crying again. "I don't want to leave."

"Well, you don't have to leave just yet," Gerard said quietly. "Stay for a smoke, at least."

Frank nodded, blinking his tears away, and sat up with Gerard. Gerard quickly got out of bed to retrieve his pack of cigarettes and lighter, finding them and returning to bed quickly.

Gerard lit his before giving Frank the pack. "I didn't know you did this," Frank said quietly, looking down at the last cigarette in the cardboard container, which was flipped upside down.

"Oh, I usually don't," Gerard said. "Mikey got ahold of this pack and did it for me. Said I 'needed the good luck' or whatever," he paused to take a drag, blowing a hard stream of smoke at the ceiling before continuing. "I don't be believe in luck. I do believe in reincarnation and karma."

"Explain, please."

"I just think that, every good or bad thing you do in your first life transfers to your second life, making it better or worse," Gerard clarified. Frank, realizing that he lacked a cigarette, pulled out the last one and Gerard immediately leaned over and lit it off his own. After a moment of silence, Gerard added: "Do you sometimes feel like you've met someone in a past life? Like, you have such a connection with them that you can't help but feel like you already know them?"

"Sometimes, yeah," Frank murmured, pulling on his cigarette.

"I kinda feel that about you," Gerard said. "Like, our connection was instant and I... I just feel like I know everything about you even though you've barely told me anything."

"Oh yeah? What do you know about me?" Frank asked, slightly amused.

"Well, you're 20 years, one day old," Gerard started, smiling. "You go to Rutgers on a full scholarship. You're the frontman of Pencey Prep, but you love to play guitar. Almost as much as you love dogs, but I bet you had to leave your dogs at home with your parents when you went to college. You have two tattoos: the flame with 'hope' underneath it on your chest, and the scorpion, which you got because you're a Scorpio, but you want so many more. You have three— really four piercings: right nostril, left of your bottom lip, and two bars in your right eyebrow, but you never wear your eyebrow bars. They hurt, don't they?

"And now on to the more intimate part of your personality," Gerard said. "These, I know from experience. Let's see... You're the little spoon, no question. Yet, you've topped half of all the times we've slept together. Strange. You like to be dominated, but you love being dominant more than anything. You are so fucking loud, and it drives me insane.

"Switching gears here, you smoke a lot more than a 20 year old should. And you have way too much sex. But I know that I don't mind that last part. You're so handsome, it makes me want to cry, and, even though you're barely 5 feet, you have the craziest performing I've ever seen from anyone. Like, goddamn, Frankie, how do you perform like that? Don't answer that, that's rhetorical. You're so talented at guitar, it's hard to believe you learned by watching your dad. Oh, and you can play the drums and the saxophone, but you don't play the saxophone 'cause you can't smoke while playing it.

"And, the last thing I know about you," Gerard started. "Is that you hate the moon. Regularly, you'll say to the moon 'Hey, moon. Fuck you'. Why do you hate the moon, Frankie? What has it ever done to you? Again, that's rhetorical. And that about wraps up what I know about you."

Frank was stunned. It was all correct. "That... Was amazing," Frank said. "You're right."

"What did I tell you?" Gerard said smugly. "I know shit."

Frank rolled his eyes and, then deciding he wanted a little decency, found his boxers and pulled them on, tossing Gerard his own pair. After he put them on, Frank sat back down on the bed, closer to Gerard, and said: "You forgot one thing, though."

"Which is?" Gerard asked. What could he have forgotten?

Frank took a drag on his cigarette, holding the smoke in his mouth. He gently grabbed the back of Gerard's neck and pulled him in, pressing his lips against Gerard's. The two kissed for a few seconds before Gerard opened his mouth, and Frank transferred the thick, gray smoke into Gerard's mouth. "I know how to do that," Frank said when they pulled away.

"Frank, I'm saying as your platonic gay friend, but damn that was hot."

"Want me to do it again?"

"God, yes."

And so he did. Gerard quickly figured out how to do it, and tried it, finding that there was something oddly stigmatizing about it. Maybe it was just the whole Frank aspect of it.

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Their cigarettes long forgotten in an ashtray, Gerard leaned up against the wall where his bed was, letting Frank climb on top of him. "For platonic friendship, you sure love to sit on my dick," Gerard noted, holding Frank steady by his hips.

"It's the closest I can get to actually having your dick in my ass, so it works," Frank said.

Gerard smiled, then realized something. "Hey, Frank? You never told me everything you know about me."

"Oh, Gee baby, you're an open book," Frank said. "You're 24 and some odd months years old, You went to SVA and got your MBA in, what's basically, comic books. You want to write a comic book, but you're straight out of ideas about what. You have a little brother, and you two are the closest brothers I've ever met in my life. You're an Arises, which means you're the most stubborn son of a bitch ever, and I've found that to be quite true. You like the idea of tattoos and piercings, but you would never be able to get because of your crippling fear of needles. You claim your fear is because you don't like things inside your body, but we both know that's a load of horse shit.

"Despite your horse shit lie, you live to bottom. I would make a joke about how you get off on it, but that seems counterintuitive. You love when I blow smoke into your mouth when we kiss, and we both know that you're a horny little bastard who swallows."

"I am not denying that," Gerard said and Frank hit his shoulder.

"I'm not finished," Frank said. "For my last fact, I know that you absolutely hate the sun. You want to be as pale as a vampire, and the sun is your enemy. Okay, now I'm finished."

"Very impressive, Frankie," Gerard said. "But, just like me, you forgot one detail."

"Which is?"

"I am head-over-fucking-heels for you," Gerard said. "Fuck what I said earlier. Frankie, I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. I love you, Frankie baby."

Frank hummed before saying: "Call me Frankie baby again."

"Oh, Frankie baby," Gerard said, trying his best to sound seductive. "Frankie, you're my baby. I love you so much, Frankie baby."

"I'm gonna cum right here, right now, if you don't stop," Frank said, grasping at Gerard's shoulders.

"I know you want to," Gerard said. "Don't be a dick about it."

"Well, Gee, you see, the problem with that is that you are what you eat, so..." Frank shrugged and Gerard laughed.

"If I had wanted a comeback, I would've asked you to throw up," Gerard countered. "You horny little swallower."

"We're both horrible people, I get it," Frank said. "Now, for the love of God and my uncomfortably tight boxers, kiss me."

Gerard pulled Frank down to him, kissing him softly. "I love you, Frankie," Gerard murmured through his kiss.

"I love you too," Frank whispered, grabbing Gerard's hand and squeezing.

Then, a knock came from Gerard's locked door. "Gee?" Donna called and Frank pulled away, all of the blood in his face immediately vanishing. "Gee, are you awake? I want to talk to you."

"Shit, shit, shit," Gerard whispered. "Fuck. Goddamn it." He gently moved Frank off of him and whispered: "I haven't come out to my mom yet. Try to, like, act asleep or something."

Frank nodded and pulled the Star Wars blanket up to his chin, closing his eyes and evening out his breathing. Gerard sighed, realizing that he stunk of cigarette smoke, sweat, and that undeniable scent of sex, and resigned himself to a thorough questioning from his mother.

"'Morning, Mama," He said when he opened the door, trying to act like he was barely awake. He rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand and prayed to God that the hallway light didn't shine into his room, for it would illuminate Frank perfectly. "What's wrong?"

"Gee, I don't know how to phrase this, so I'll just say it," Donna said, nervously picking at her cuticles. "Did you bring someone home last night?" She asked.

Gerard thought of an excuse quick. "Yeah, my friend, Frank. He needed a place to crash and—"

"That's not what I mean, baby," Donna interrupted him. "I mean, did you... You know, bring someone home?"

Gerard blushed, and knew immediately that he couldn't hide it any longer. He nodded silently and Donna said: "Are you... Gay?"

"I'm bi," Gerard said quietly. "But I think I like men more than I like girls. I don't know."

"Oh," Donna said, then she smiled. "That's nice, Gee. Honestly, I always knew it."

"Mama!" Gerard cried.

"You were always so feminine, it was adorable when you were little," Donna said. She obviously wasn't aware that (A): Frank was not in fact asleep, or (B): that Gerard did not want his boyfriend overhearing this. "But then you got to high school and it occurred to me that maybe you weren't like the other kids. I told your dad what I thought and, when he told me what he thought, I kicked him out."

"You did that... F-for me?" Gerard asked in awe. He never knew why his mom divorced his father halfway through junior year; now he did.

"You know damn well that I would do anything for you or your brother," Donna said, hugging Gerard tightly. "Now, c'mon. I want to meet Frank."

Gerard smiled and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek, before letting her into the room.
Gerard sat down on the edge of the bed, hesitating slightly as his heart pounded in his chest. "Frankie?" He whispered, running his hand down Frank's shoulders, trying to act like he was waking him up. "Frankie baby... I have someone I want you to meet."

After a moment, Frank stretched his body like a cat, letting out a squeal. He opened his eyes and immediately leaned up to give Gerard a kiss, making sure it looked like he was tired. "'Morning, Gee," Frank whispered.

"'Morning, Frank," Gerard smiled. "So, I..." He coughed and looked over his shoulder at Donna. "I want you to meet my mom."

"Really?" Frank asked, sounding like a small child.

"Yes, really," Gerard said, and turned the lamp next to his bed back on, bathing Frank in the light. "Mama, this is my boyfriend, Frank. Frankie, this is my mom, who apparently has always know I would like guys."

Frank giggled and sat up, brushing his oddly-lengthen blond hair out of his eyes. Usually, it was up in a faux-hawk type deal, but with it down, the hair ended at about his cheekbone. "It's a little more than obvious, Gee," Frank countered as Gerard pulled Frank closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Be quiet, you," Gerard said, gently kissing the tip of Frank's nose.

"You two are adorable," Donna cooed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "How long have you been dating?"

"Umm... Early September, right?" Gerard asked, turning to Frank.

"Yeah," Frank nodded. "Two, almost three months."

"You two are so comfortable around each other," Donna observed.

"I feel like I've known Frank my whole life," Gerard said quietly, squeezing him tightly.

"I love you, Gee," Frank said, kissing Gerard's cheek. "I love you so much."

"You two seem tired," Donna said. "I'll let you sleep some more."

"Thanks, Mama," Gerard said. "Love you."

"I love you too, my little baby bird," Donna said, ruffling her son's short hair. "Sleep well."

"Baby bird?" Frank asked when the door closed.

"Mikey is usually 'baby bird'," Gerard told him. "I'm usually just 'baby'."

"Your mom was really cool," Frank said. "I could deal with her as an in-law."

"Well, Frankie, if you remember, according to you, we still have 14 years until we can get married," Gerard laughed. "But I love the sound of that."

"Frank Iero-Way," Frank said, kissing the mark on Gerard's neck. "That sounds so amazing, baby."

"I could take your name," Gerard said, lifting his head to give Frank a better angle. "Gerard Way-Iero."

"That sounds even better," Frank mumbled. "I love you, Gerard Way."

"You won't cheat on me again?"

"Gerard, I love you more than I love my dogs. I won't cheat on you ever again. I swear."

Notes

Here y'all go. Smut, then awkwardness, then fluff. My favorite.

I'm thinking about changing my sign-off. Be the color of lightening? Yeah, that's it.

Be the color of lightening, everyone.

xoøli