"I wasn't sure what you wanted," Frank said when Gerard arrived at the Starbucks on Raymond Street at 6:00-ish. He would have been there earlier, but he become preoccupied with doing other things. "I just got you a black coffee."

"That's what I usually get anyway," Gerard said, sitting down at the small table. Frank passed Gerard the cardboard cup, leaving his own utterly untouched. "Frankie, what's wrong?" Gerard asked.

Frankie? He wondered, but said aloud "I just, um, got some... Amazing news."

"Which is?" Gerard asked, surprised that Frank hadn't commented on the nickname.

"My band..." Frank started, looking down at his cup. He pressed his thumbnail into the cardboard, making small crescent-shaped indents. "We're going on a statewide tour that starts tomorrow. We'll be gone until a few days after my birthday."

"When is your birthday?" Gerard asked.

"October 31," Frank said and smiled bashfully. "Yeah, I was born on Halloween."

"That's fucking awesome," Gerard smiled. "I was April 9, and not much happens in April. So, you said early November?"

Frank nodded. "Yep," he said, popping the 'p'. "It kind of sucks; I'll be on the road for my birthday."

"Yeah," Gerard said.

Suddenly, Frank felt the need to ask: "So, what are we?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, are we..." Frank struggled slightly with the next word, "Boyfriends or are we just some random hook-up?"

Gerard's breath hitched in his chest. "Frankie," he said gently. "I've been wanting to ask you the same thing."

"You have?" Frank asked, raising his gaze from
his lap.

"Of course, sugar," Gerard said and Frank practically melted at how fluidly the pet name had rolled off of the elder's tongue. "I mean, it would be nice to have a boyfriend, but I'm comfortable with whatever you want to call us."

"Well... I kinda like boyfriend..." Frank mumbled, blushing beet red. Just then, it because obvious to Gerard just how many men Frank had been with prior to him.

"Frank, are you..." Gerard started, then stopped to consider how to word the question. "Have you ever... Done it with anyone before?"

Frank turned positively vermillion and whispered: "Kind of, but not really. I lost it in high school to a girl, but I've never done it with a guy before. I've come close, but I always broke it off before things could get serious."

"What's your hesitation?" Gerard asked. "Because, in the interest of complete honesty, I've done it with guys before, and I can probably answer any questions you have."

"Does it hurt?" Frank blurted out, thankful for the din of the coffee house to mask his outburst. "Like, when you're the one getting fucked. Does it hurt?"

"At first it does," Gerard said and tried not to coo at Frank's naiveté. "But then it feels... Glorious. It's highly recommended, shacking up with a guy. I mean, honestly, why're our g-spots in our ass if we weren't made for sex with other men?"

"The Bible said Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve, you nasty," Frank said, cracking a smile. "You need some Jesus."

"Well, lucky for the Bible, I'm bi. It said Adam and Eve, so I did both. It is called the Bi-ble after all; it's not the Hetero-ble."

"Good point," Frank nodded and took a sip of his drink. "But, wait, I thought you said you were gay?"

"Nope, bi," Gerard said proudly. "I have a preference towards men, though."

"Oh," Frank said. "Well, I'm a full-on, hit-the-nail-on-the-head, gay man."

"Good," Gerard said. "Now, with that in mind..." He trailed off and straightened his tie, not having bothered to change out of his work clothes. He closed the small gap between him and Frank and pressed his lips to Frank's.

Frank stiffened in shock for a few second before relaxing and taking Gerard's hands in his. Gerard tasted nice: coffee and cigarettes, with the unmistakeable ring of mint toothpaste. Frank never wanted it to stop.

"Excuse me?" A small voice said and Gerard tore himself away from Frank to look at a girl. She couldn't have been older than 17, with short, dark brown hair and gray-blue eyes hidden behind glasses. The name tag on the front of her green apron read "Rebecca", and she smiled sadly at the men. "I'm really sorry, but my manager's asked me to ask you to leave the property."

"What?" Gerard asked, turning angry.

"Yeah, he's a real wad about the whole queer thing," Rebecca said and pulled up the sleeve of her black shirt to reveal a pink, yellow, and blue striped rectangle on her wrist. "I'm not however and, if it were up to me, I'd let you two stay here all day. You're really cute together, by the way. How long have you been together?" Rebecca seemed to have a tendency to ramble.

"Maybe two minutes?" Frank asked, looking at Gerard for confirmation. Gerard nodded and looked back at the small girl.

"That's nice," Rebecca said. "Hopefully, one day, we'll be able to get married. And by 'we', I mean the LGBTQ+ community."

"Yeah," Frank scoffed. "In 2015."

"14 years seems a tad optimistic, Frankie," Gerard smiled. "Tell your manager that we're sorry for the way God made us."

"I legitimately would if I wasn't afraid of getting fired," Rebecca smiled and the two men quickly left, clutching their cups in the cold weather.

"So, seriously, you think 14 years from now, we still won't be able to get married legally?" Frank asked and Gerard nodded. "I mean, it's 2001! We survived the Y2K scare! We survived Eminem's The Marshal Mathers! We can do anything!" Frank cried, making Gerard laugh.

"You make a good point, Frankie," Gerard said. "Now, c'mon. We should be getting you back to your dorm."

"God, why?" Frank whined. "I came out on this date with you for the sole reason of not studying."

"Trust me on this: you need to study," Gerard said. "You'll be gone for the next two months; you need to do good on this test."

"Blow me."

"Gladly."

Frank's head shot up to stare at Gerard, who looked completely placid. "I'm serious," Gerard said. "Or you could blow me. Either works, really."

"Are you...?" Frank started.

"I mean, only if you want to," Gerard tried to back-track. "'Cause I won't force you to do anything you don't want—" Frank pressed his lips to Gerard's, effectively shutting him up.

"I would like that," Frank muttered through the kiss. "Then, maybe you can make me your's."

"Frankie," Gerard started. "If you don't want to, it's fine. You shouldn't feel like you have to sleep with me if you don't want to."

"Oh, Jesus," Frank said and pulled away. "Gerard. Do you want to put your dick in my ass or not?"

"I do."

"Well, then, let's fucking go and do it."

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About an hour later, both men were laying in Frank's small bed, their hairlines beaded with sweat. The entire time was perfect for Frank, and he couldn't imagine losing his virginity a second time any other way. He was glad that his roommate was out for the night, but that didn't stop him from locking the door beforehand.

Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank's shoulder, pulling the smaller man on top of him. "I love you, Frankie," Gerard whispered, pressing a kiss to Frank's hair. Frank nuzzled his cheek into Gerard's bare chest, letting his eyelashes flutter against the skin.

"I love you too, Gee," Frank said quietly. He craned his neck to look at the clock and saw the time to be 7:45PM, and Frank added "What time do you need to be getting home?"

"Soon," Gerard said but didn't move from his place. He sighed and whispered "I don't want to leave here. Or you. God, two months?"

"I know, baby," Frank said softly. "But just think about November 4. You can have me as many times as you want; I'll be getting home pretty early."

Frank's statement was interrupted by a pounding from the locked door. "Frank!" A voice yelled.

"Fuck me," Frank mumbled and rolled out of bed. "Fuckn' Hambone. Goddamn it."

"Who is that?" Gerard asked, sitting up and pulling the flat sheet over his chest, as if he had something to hide.

"My roommate," Frank grumbled, pulling his boxers up his legs. He looked at Gerard and tossed him his clothes. "You should be getting home."

Gerard nodded sadly, getting out of the bed and pulling his underwear on, followed by his jeans, then his shirt. He left the waistcoat and tie off, hastily putting on his shoes. "Wait, hold on," Gerard said and quickly searched the room for a permanent marker of any kind.

Finally, he found one and grabbed Frank's arm, writing a series of numbers on the inside of Frank's lower arm. "Call me anytime, any day, I promise I'll answer," Gerard said as he wrote.

"Okay," Frank said and waited for Gerard to recap the marker before putting his hands on the back of Gerard's neck, pulling him closer and giving Gerard a slow, passionate kiss, one to last for two months.

"Have fun on your tour," Gerard said after the two unconnected.

"I'll try," Frank said and winked, making Gerard laugh.

"Frank! Man, I swear to God—" Hambone started but Frank interuppted him.

"Give me two goddamn seconds to say goodbye to my
boyfriend!" Frank cried and hugged Gerard tightly.

"I should be going," Gerard said and kissed Frank one more time before stealing away into the night.

When he got home almost an hour later, the whole house was completely silent and dark, except for the din of the T.V. in the living room. Gerard sank down onto the couch next to his brother, who was awake and trying watch a rerun of Letterman while nursing a cup of coffee.

"How was your date?" Mikey asked after a few moments.

"Good," Gerard said. "It was nice. Dude's fucking hung, too."

"Why do you think I want to know that?" Mikey asked, disgusted.

Gerard shrugged and turned his attention back to the television program.

After about 15 minutes, Gerard couldn't hold back the comment anymore. "Hey, guess what?"

"What?"

"I topped, motherfucker."

Notes

So yeah. I don't know how, but I completely lost the smut scene I wrote. This is what came out of the loss.
.::stay lovely:.

xoøli