Why do people hate the warm weather? Why does everyone in california prefer the rain and cold? Gerard would rather feel warm at the moment, after his heartbreak. At the moment, he feels empty inside and cold. He was vulnerable when he entered the house of his closest friend, Frank. Gerard would constantly remind Frank of his heartbreak, and would cry on his lap. Frank had no intention to have sex with Gerard, only to comfort him .. that was until Gerard randomly shoved his lips upon Frank's. Frank, with wide eyes, pulled away.

He blushed, "You don't want to do this."

Gerard, with his face flushed red, "Yes, I do. Please, fuck me."

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Frank shoved his phone back into his pocket and rolled his eyes, "How fucking cliche of you, past Frank," He referred to himself in third person, "Why don't you write something that a mediocre mind wouldn't have thought of?" He blew out a breath as he slouched, making his way to Gerard's apartment. It's been two days since Mikey's heartbreak. Frank didn't plan on coming back so soon, but Gerard insisted.

Frank admitted to himself that he was very hesitant to knock on the door-but he didn't need to. Just as he was about to hit his knuckle against the door, it swung open and Mikey stepped out. They both froze, staring at one another in silence. Mikey muttered, "Frank."

"Uh, hi, Mikey." Frank felt completely awkward.

Mikey finally pushed past him, walking down the sidewalk away from the apartment. Frank let out a sigh of relief before entering the house, "Mikey seems agitated."

"I would be too if I got heartbroken." Gerard added in as he walked toward Frank, "But let's not let him mess up our day, okay?" He leaned down slowly before softly kissing Frank's lips who curled his toes. Frank's cheeks burned, "You really know how to get a guy horny." He chuckled.

Gerard's lips formed a smile, "Yeah, well, I'm not planning on having sex today. I was thinking we should just hang out .. maybe watch a movie?"

Frank frowned a bit, "Uh, don't you think we should be writing the fic? We haven't even came up with the first sentence."

Gerard tucked in his lips, "Well .. I guess."

Frank raised a brow, "You do still want to write the fic, right?"

Gerard shrugged his shoulder, "Do we need to? Like, is it something we should really invest time on?" Gerard added in before Frank could reply, "I mean I get that we wanted to do this since the beginning and all but it's almost like we'll be wasting perfect time on some fic rather than on reality."

Frank's body tensed up, "We're not wasting time. We're creating a whole other world that other people can escape to. Besides, creating fanfiction is way better than reality. In reality, you work. You slave yourself over things that shouldn't matter. I go to fucking school and have to be taught things that have no meaning to real life situations." Frank stared at Gerard, "Whas' got into you anyway? All of a sudden you have no interest in creating a fic like you didn't even care about it in the beginning-" Frank paused. He can see Gerard's posture weaken.

Gerard swallowed, as if he was getting nervous by Frank's words.

Frank peered at him, "Did you even care at all from the beginning? Did you even want to actually write a piece?"

Gerard stared at Frank, "I .. " He lost his words. He sighed weakly, "I really did like reading your fics .. but asking if you wanted to write one with me was-it was-"

"A lie." Frank's eyes widen a bit, "Why would you lie?"

Gerard's eyes became glassy, "I just .. when I saw you backstage, and after I knew who you were-there was only one thing on my mind .. and that was .. well .." Gerard added in quickly, "I was just going to have sex with you and leave but then we started to actually connect-"

"Wait, you were just using me?" Frank took a step back, "What the hell Gerard?"

Gerard quickly grabbed his hand, "Please, listen to me-yes, that was my first intention but then everything changed .. I don't want you to leave."

Frank stared up at Gerard who was getting weak on his knees. Gerard felt so afraid that the one person he absolutely adored would walk out the front door, and ignore him forever. Gerard rested his forehead against Frank's, "Please, believe me." He slowly leaned in. Gerard's lips touched Frank's. Frank felt weak to Gerard's lips, so he only managed to pull away slightly before giving in. He grabbed Gerard by his collar shirt and led him to the couch where he pushed him onto it.

Gerard stared up at Frank whose breath was increasing. Frank was debating on his next move but finally yanked off his shirt. Gerard smirked at Frank's body before notcing the amount of scars on Frank's arms. Gerard fixed himself on the couch, "Frank-"

Frank attacked Gerard, sitting on his lap and smothering Gerard's lips with his own. Frank rubbed Gerard's bulge, breathing down Gerard's neck. Gerard let out a moan, blinded by the lust. He was finally able to collect himself, "No, wait." He grabbed onto Frank's shoulders and pushed him back enough to make eye contact, "Please talk to me about your scars."

Frank breathing pattern was rapid, "I don't wanna."

Gerard stared into Frank's glassy eyes, "Okay .. but one day you will .. and you're supposed to be mad at me."

Frank frowned, "I'm a sexually frustrated boy-let me have this."

Gerard let out a soft sigh, "Okay .. " He reeled off his own shirt and kissed Frank's stomach, "But I want to be on top."

Notes

The next chapter is smut bc I'm too tired to extend this more. xo