That morning had been obscenely domestic, little hip squeezes and chaste kisses before Frank went to class. Since coming out to his mother, Gerard had been more comfortable with Frank around the house, venturing into the kitchen and living room every so often, with the promise that both would keep their pants on— literally and figuratively.

"You have a date?" Gerard repeated earlier that morning, about half an hour after Frank left.

"Yes, I do," Donna said. "I'm not sure why that's so surprising."

"No, it's not that, it's just that... It's been so long since I've seen you happy with a guy," Gerard said. "Does he know about me and Mikey? Most specifically, my preference for men?"

"He will, come later tonight," Donna answered.

"How're you gonna tell him?"

"I'll just say 'My oldest son, Gerard, is gay, and if you have a problem with it, too bad'."

"Got any others?"

"How about 'Here's my oldest son, the gayest of the gays. All hail King Gerard the Gay'!"

"Okay, Mom, I think Hoboken's heard you," Gerard said. "Let's stick with the 'too bad' thing."

"Alright, baby," she answered. "We said we'll meet at 7:00, but I'm not sure what time I'll be home. Plan for a little after midnight."

"Got it," Gerard nodded. "Anything else?"

"I got something," Mikey said from the doorway to the basement stairs and Gerard held back a shriek.

"Mikey! What the hell did you do to your hair?" Gerard squawked, bolting up from the couch and rushing to his brother, whose hair was in an overly-gelled mohawk. Then, feeling his mom's death glare, added: "Sorry, Mama."

"You should feel sorry, cussing in front of your mother like that," she said but smiled. "Mikey, what's your something?"

"NYU's got something going on tonight," Mikey said. "I didn't look too much into it past the whole 'free food' thing, but I'm going. I'll be home last midnight, too, I imagine."

"Are you guys trying to tell me I'm a hermit?" Gerard asked, sitting back down on the couch. "I need to get out more?"

"Yes," Mikey said, then shook his head. "No, you already have a boyfriend. We're trying to find someone who'll love us."

"Midnight," Gerard repeated quietly, thinking. "Can Frank come over tonight?"

"Honey, I'm surprised Frank doesn't have his own key yet," Donna said, sitting down next to Gerard. "Of course he can come over."

"Okay," Gerard said, biting his bottom lip, which seemed to always be swollen from the kisses that seemed to come every two seconds.

After a few minutes of conversation, Gerard excused himself to his bedroom, trying to remember where he left the special thing last time he used them. In the back of his sock drawer? No, too obvious. Underneath his mattress? He would've remembered if they were underneath his mattress.

Then, Gerard remembered suddenly, dropping to his carpet and pulling a small rectangular cardboard box out from underneath his bed. He opened it and saw what he was looking for, his excitement growing.

The rest of the day wasn't notable. The sun dipped below the horizon a bit earlier than usually, but Gerard preferred the dark.

He invited Frank over, of course. Frank told him that obviously he was coming after his last class at 6:00PM, and Gerard's heart swelled.

The house was utterly empty when Gerard started executing his plan. He took a shower to get rid of the smell of cigarette smoke and sex. The last scent refused to leave, so Gerard had to deal with smelling like sweat and cum for one more day. He dried his hair, which had grown out to meet his chin in the months since his drastic haircut. His hair grew pretty fucking quickly, and he dyed it black once more, oddly satisfied when Frank commented that he smelled like the cheap dye.

Frank let the door slam behind him, surprised that Gerard hadn't met him at the door like usual. "Gee?" Frank called, dropping his backpack next to the front door.

"Hold on a few seconds," Gerard's voice floated up from the basement stairs, and silence enveloped the two until the creaking of the stairs altered to Frank to Gerard.

"Holy shit, babe," Frank murmured when he saw Gerard. His hair was a bit messy, as if he let his hair air-dry instead of using a hairdryer, and his bright eyes were lined with smudged black eyeliner. His black David Bowie shirt was slightly too big, sliding off one of his shoulders, and he tugged the bottom hem down slightly, as if trying to hide the fact that he wasn't wearing pants. "You look fucking beautiful, Gee."

Gerard smiled, looking down at his feet. "So, we have the house all to ourselves until midnight," he muttered finally, glancing up at Frank. "And I was thinking about what I wanted to do for these few hours."
"Maybe I can fuck you," Frank said, approaching Gerard and gripping his neck tightly. "Or I can make love to you, all slow and sweet, just the way you love it."

"I would love that, Frankie," Gerard said, leaning down to kiss Frank hard, Frank's tongue invading his mouth. When they finally pulled away, Gerard pulled Frank down the stairs and into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"Want a smoke?" Gerard asked, already sliding out two cigarettes. Frank always accepted Gerard's smokes. Wordlessly, Frank took the cigarette, instantly stripping off his shoes and jacket. "Keep your pants on," Gerard said when Frank's fingers went to his jeans button. Without an explanation, Frank sat down on Gerard's bed, lighting his cigarette from the glowing end of Gerard's.

Gerard sat down across the bed from Frank, sucking long and hard on the smoke before gently pulling Frank closer to him and kissing him, doing the smoke-transfer trick they both loved. Frank moaned out against Gerard's mouth and mumbled: "Please, let me love you already."

Gerard pulled away, smirking at Frank. He held his cigarette between his index and middle fingers, looking elegant and sexy at the same time. "Not just yet, Frankie baby," Gerard said and gently took Frank's cigarette out of his hand, snubbed out both in the ashtray. He pushed Frank's back into the bed with his hand, then climbing on top of Frank.

He started to grind his hips against Frank's, both moaning at the friction the denim created against Gerard's hardening dick. Gerard gripped Frank's shoulders, leaning down to kiss him softly. "Frankie," Gerard said, sitting up and stopping his hips. "Look down."

Frank looked down his body, to where Gerard's hips met his own, and was shocked to see red lace covering the bulge between Gerard's legs. "I've had them since college," Gerard explained. "It's just a confidence boost, seeing yourself in lace panties."

"You are so fucking beautiful, Gee," Frank gasped, kissing Gerard again. "Wear those more often. Please."

"Of course," Gerard said and moved his way down to Frank's neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses as he went.

"You know what else I'd like to see?" Frank asked, grabbing Gerard's thighs tightly and feeling the man quiver beneath his touch. "I'd like to see my beautiful boyfriend, looking all pretty in his lingerie, to touch himself."

"Touch myself?" Gerard asked.

"I'll help you, baby," Frank said and sat up, Gerard rolling off of him. Frank instantly pulled off his shirt, tossing it across the room, then pulling Gerard's shirt over his head for him. Gerard's stomach and chest were covered in the love marks, the one closer to his hips larger and darker than the others.

Frank sat behind Gerard, running his hands down the sides of Gerard's body. "You can start," Frank purred into Gerard's ear, biting at his earlobe.

Slowly, Gerard pulled out his hard dick, licking his lips nervously before stroking it once and throwing his head back, moaning loudly. "Oh, F-Frankie," Gerard stuttered out. He swiped his thumb over his slit, leaking pre-cum, and bit his lip hard to keep from screaming Frank's name.

"I know you want to," Frank whispered, sucking at a place high up on Gerard's jawline, almost directly below his ear. "Scream, Gee. I want to hear you scream my name."

Gerard ran his thumb over the same location once more, screaming out: "Oh, Frankie! Oh, fuck!" After that, his hand worked faster, pulling explicit words after explicit words out of both of them.

"F-Frankie," Gerard stuttered out. "Help m-me cum, baby. Please."

Frank kissed below Gerard's ear once more and moved so that he was in front of Gerard. He gently took Gerard's hard member in his hands, and Gerard's hands moved to Frank's hair, tugging on those ridiculous stoner dreadlocks. Gerard almost came just at the sight of the half-naked Frank holding his dick, but he held it back for as long as he could. Frank stroked Gerard a few times before pumping his hand up and down the length, making Gerard cry out and tug on Frank's hair. "Frankie, I'm gonna—" he breathed but, before he could finish his sentence, he came all over Frank's hand, throwing his head back and practically screaming Frank's name.

Frank smiled at the effect he had on Gerard, and wiped his hand on the bedsheets before pulling Gerard forward and kissing him roughly, the kiss all tongue and teeth.

Frank pulled down his jeans and boxers, letting them fall to the carpet, and climbed on top of Gerard, kissing his neck as he ground his erection against Gerard's already hardening member. "Frank," Gerard gasped, his fingernails digging into Frank's back.

"What do you want me to do, Gee?" Frank asked, his lips still on Gerard's neck. "Tell me, sugar."

Gerard wrapped his legs around Frank's waist and muttered: "Please fuck me, Frankie. I want you fuck me so hard, I can't walk tomorrow. Please."

"Of course," Frank hummed and moved down Gerard's body, kissing down his chest. His fingers messed with the hem of the panties before pushing the fabric aside and pushing a finger in, earning him a gasp and a few squirms from Gerard.

"Fuck," Gerard moaned as Frank pumped his finger faster and faster, leaving Gerard to make obscene noise and writhe under Frank's touch. "Frank," he gasped when he added a second finger, scissoring and pumping them. This made Gerard's noises a bit louder; but, in Frank's opinion, not loud enough.

The third finger brought screams from Gerard, and Frank was satisfied with this level of noise. "So loud, Gee," Frank mumbled as Gerard tugged on his hair. Every few screams were louder than the others, and Frank knew he must be hitting Gerard's spot every time.

"Frankie, I'm gonna cum again if you don't..." Gerard panted. Immediately, Frank pulled out his fingers, and Gerard whimpered at the loss. A few moments later, Frank pulled off the panties and pushed into Gerard, both moaning loudly.

The mattress squeaked as Frank pounded into Gerard, his fingernails clawing down Frank's back. "I..." Gerard started, his sentence interrupted by a moan. "I'm gonna..."

"Hold it, I'm almost there," Frank said softly, kissing Gerard's neck. A few more thrusts and hearing his name on Gerard's breath made Frank cum, Gerard letting himself go at the same time.

Frank pulled out and laid on top of Gerard, both of them catching their breath. Frank ran his hand down Gerard's hips, and Gerard skimmed his hand across Frank's back. "I love you, Gee," Frank whispered, setting a soft kiss on Gerard's cheek.

"I love you too, Frankie," Gerard answered, squeezing Frank's shoulder. Finally, after a few more minutes, Gerard gently pushed Frank off of him and grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, the neck slipping down one of his shoulders again. He found the panties and pulled them on as well. While he didn't wear them often, he loved when he did.

Frank put his boxers back on and slid under the covers of the bed, propping himself up against the pillows. Gerard got in next to him and rested his head on Frank's stomach, letting Frank run his fingers through his slightly-sweaty hair. "Hey, Gee?"

"Yes, Frankie?"

"Wear those damn panties more often."

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Neither Frank nor Gerard expected to be awake before 3:00 in the morning, but the ringing of Gerard's cell phone shattered that expectation.

"Who the fuck...?" Gerard mumbled, fumbling in the darkness for his phone. Frank tightened his grip around Gerard's waist as Gerard flipped open his phone, pressing it to his ear. "Hello?" He croaked out.

"Gerard! You're awake! Where's Frank, is he with you?" Ray asked immediately. "He hasn't been answering his phone."

"Yeah, Frank's with me," Gerard said, yawning. "Why do you need him?"

"Well, I need everyone, most specifically," Ray said. "Meet me at that crusty-ass Waffle House on Freemont as soon as possible. And bring Frank and your brother."

"What, why?" Gerard asked. "Are you okay?"

"I am better than okay, but this news is huge and I need some damn hash browns," Ray said. Obviously, he was only awake because of caffeine. "Don't deny a man his hash browns, Gerard. Oh, and Pelissier's here too."

"You're already there?" Gerard groaned. "Why are you doing this to us, Ray?"

"Get your asses over here!" Ray screeched then hung up.

Gerard placed his phone back on the end table and turned in Frank's arms to face him. After a few kisses, Frank finally stirred, yawning widely. "'Morning," Frank muttered, nuzzling his face into Gerard's chest. "Sleep well?"

"Of course I did," Gerard said and glanced down at the man with his arms around Gerard's middle. "You were right next to me the whole time."

"That's so fuckn' sappy," Frank said, his thoughts still clouded over with sleep. He yawned again and Gerard set a kiss on his hair.

"So, Ray wants us to meet him at the Waffle House in a few minutes," Gerard said slowly. "And he wants all of us there."

"So, we have to leave the bed?" Frank asked, pulling his best puppy-dog face, making his bottom lip quiver for added effect.

"Sorry, but yes," Gerard said, and he couldn't help but smile at his boyfriend's pathetic demeanor. He rubbed Frank's back, trying to coax him out of the comfort of the bed. "Ray's gonna kill us if we don't hurry."

Half an hour later, Gerard, Frank, and Mikey walked into the Waffle House, immediately finding Ray and Matt in a booth towards the back.

Gerard sat down and shifted his weight. It took a lot of convincing from Frank, but he wore the panties underneath his jeans. Frank said they made his dick look nice, and who was going to deny their boyfriend that pleasure? Frank sat down next to Gerard, with Ray and Matt across from them, and Mikey having to pull a chair up to the end of the table.

"Okay, so what couldn't wait until a decent time?" Gerard asked.

Ray's immediate response was: "Are you wearing eyeliner?"

"Answer my question, Toro."

"You answer my question, Way."

"Yes, I am wearing eyeliner. Now, why am I awake at 3:30 in the goddamn morning?"

"Okay, are you all ready?" Ray asked the table and the three newcomers nodded. Matt seemed to be bouncing with excitement; he obviously already knew the news. "One of my friends works at this record company, and he saw some of our music. He practically forced me to play it and...

"He wants to sign us."

Notes

Be the color of lightening.

Until next time. xoøli.

p.s (i feel that I should add that the sequel, Never Again, will start uploading soon...)