Forever Younger, Growing Older

Frank was reluctant to leave in the morning. He stretched his arms above his head and slipped out of bed, pulling his boxers and jeans back on. His shirt and jacket were in the entryway from the day before, and he made the mental note to get them.

The mattress creaked as Gerard sat up, and Frank turned to see him. His hair was matted from being on his back so much and his eyes held a glimmer of happiness. "Frankie," Gerard started. He slipped out of bed and pulled on his red lacy panties, then grabbing his Who shirt and pulling that on as well. "Where're you going?"

"I have to go to my apartment, bunny," Frank said and gave Gerard a delicate kiss. "I'll come back later tonight. I have to change clothes and get a shower and—"

"I have a shower," Gerard said quietly, wrapping his arms around Frank's waist. "You could use mine. Maybe I'll get in with you."

"I need to go back to my place anyway," Frank said. "My roommate is probably losing his mind, not knowing where I am."

"Oh, okay," Gerard said. He kissed Frank once more, letting Frank push his hand up his shirt and feel around his stomach and chest, his fingers lightly pinching his nipples. Gerard gasped in shock before kissing Frank harder, letting Frank suck on his bottom lip. He pulled away slightly and gently took Gerard's lip in his teeth, pulling slightly before letting go. "I'll miss you," Gerard told Frank.

"I'll miss you too," Frank said, moving his hand to Gerard's back and rubbing it comfortingly. Then, he slipped his hand down and hooked his finger in the string encircling Gerard's waist, pulling it down slightly. He ran his hand over the soft skin of Gerard's ass before squeezing gently. "So glad I get to fuck you," Frank whispered as Gerard whimpered, pushing his ass out slightly to fill Frank's hand. "Maybe I will take that shower here."

Gerard smiled softly before saying, "No, you should get home. We can always do it tonight."

"Two nights in a row," Frank smirked. "My, my, aren't you scandalous?"

"I'm still stretched out from last night," Gerard whispered teasingly. "I want your big cock in me again, please."

"Shower sex is great, Gee," Frank assured him. "Listen, when I come back later tonight, that's the first thing we'll do, is shower sex."

"Deal," Gerard said. "I love you."

"Love you too, bunny," Frank responded.

As he walked to the other side of the town, he recalled what had happened the second time around. Gerard wasn't as tight but he was just as warm inside; hot, even. He also allowed Frank to pull one of his legs up, burying himself further in Gerard. It was beautiful to watch Gerard's cheeks flush and his eyes flutter close with ecstasy, his mouth perpetually open for all of the moans and mewls to escape. Frank had found that Gerard was very vocal, panting and moaning, gasping and exclaiming, sometimes calling out Frank's name. Not to mention the high-pitched, breathy moans that signaled him coming. As Frank walked, he noticed a slight burning pain in his thighs and abs, and he smiled at Gerard's statement that his legs felt like jelly afterwards. It always put a smile on Frank's face to make someone feel like that.
Frank smiled wider when he approached his apartment building, thinking of what he would tell Jimmy. He made his way up to his apartment and jiggled the handle, finding the door unlocked, as it always was.

"Jimmy!" Frank yelled and the pink-haired man immediately came skittering from around the corner, wearing only a pair of jeans pulled down slightly to show the waistband of his boxers.

"Tell me everything!" Jimmy cried, bounding across the living room and grabbing Frank's shirt roughly, pushing him up against the front door.

"What do you consider everything?" Frank asked. "Every explicit detail, or shall I tell this story like a gentleman?"

"Fuck being a gentleman, Frank," Jimmy said quickly. "Was he good?"

"He's a good fuck, yeah," Frank said. "He was so tight and so goddamn loud, it was great. He's hung, too; I don't know how he hides his dick in those panties. He told me it was his first time, but that seems—"

"Like a crock of shit?" Jimmy finished.

"He was too good," Frank concluded. "We did it twice last night: once, to get rid of his supposed virginity, then the second time to show him what I can do when I'm really turned on."

"And?"

"And he loved it," Frank answered. "He's pretty flexible, too; I could get his leg over my shoulder, and that's the one time he was so loud, I was worried we were gonna wake up the neighbors."

"So, you had fun," Jimmy said.

"He wanted me to shower with him this morning," Frank scoffed, pushing Jimmy away. He stripped off his jacket and added, "Shit, man, I look like I've been attacked."

It was a true statement. The skin under his eyes was tinged slightly purple from barely having slept the night before, and there were more lovemarks on his neck than he could count. His hair was sticking up in a strange fashion, partly from Gerard's fingers and from not having brushed his hair since December.

"I mean, look at this!" Frank cried and pulled his shirt off, showing the scratch marks all down his chest and back. "There's no way dude's a virgin!"

"Shit, Frank," Jimmy gasped. "Did that not hurt?"

"It hurt like hell, but you know how I am," Frank answered, pulling his shirt back on. "Oh, and guess what I learned yesterday?"

"Gerard Way is a tight, flexible son of a bitch?" Jimmy supplied.

"No, that David Bowie kissed him at one point," Frank said and Jimmy's eyebrows flew up his forehead. "I found the newest issue and read the interview, and he told a story about a kiss with Ziggy goddamn Stardust. There was a picture, but it wasn't the situation Gerard described."

"Maybe they did more than kiss," Jimmy said, winking dramatically.

"You're being gross," Frank said. "Oh, and what the hell? Invading my place of work and planting those photos of Gerard?"

"Like 'em?" Jimmy asked. "Thought they might help you through the night."

"How did you get so many so quickly?" Frank asked, dropping down onto the couch.

"You underestimate me, Frank," Jimmy said. "You gonna go back?"

"Hell yeah," Frank said. "A beautiful, sexy guy to screw when I get bored? Every gay man's dream."

"And you're gonna shower with him?"

"Obviously," Frank said, rolling his eyes. "A beautiful, sexy man to screw is good; seeing him naked and wet? Sign me the fuck up."

Frank changed clothes quickly, wanting to get back to Gerard quickly. He pulled on a clean black shirt and pair of jeans, pulling his leather jacket back on. "Going out," he said as he passed Jimmy on his way out of the apartment.

"Where to?"

"To fuck Gerard Way," Frank said simply and left.

He barely had to wait to get into Gerard's house. The man was still wearing the Who shirt and red panties and he immediately kissed Frank harshly, sliding his fingers in Frank's hair.

Frank hummed until they pulled away. "Hello to you too," he said and smiled, making Gerard laugh and kiss him again, this time softer and longer.

"You know what..." Gerard started, pulling off a centimeter then going back for more. "I just thought about?"

"Mmm?" Frank grunted, wrapping his arms around Gerard's waist.

"I'm in my underwear," Gerard told him, kissing the corner of Frank's mouth. "And we're making out in the doorway."

"What's the problem with that?" Frank asked, and Gerard giggled.

"It's public indecency," Gerard said, still smiling. "Nobody wants to see my ass."

"Please," Frank scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Why do you pose in a nudy mag, then?"

Gerard smiled and shrugged. "Okay, nobody wants to see my ass right now."

"I'm somebody," Frank argued. "And I wanna fuck you."

"Yeah?" Gerard asked and Frank nodded. "Well, babe, you're gonna have to wait."

"Why?" Frank asked, noting a hint of whininess in his voice.

"Well," Gerard started and peeked behind Frank. "Actually, I had a very beautiful man here last night and he fucked me twice, so I'm pretty tired and sore."

"Tell me about this beautiful man," Frank said. He moved them further into the house and closed the door with his foot, Gerard smiling softly.

"Let's see," Gerard started. "He was very talented. He knew what felt good and did what he could to make it better for me. He was... I shouldn't tell you this part."

"What was he, Gee?" Frank asked.

Gerard smirked and leaned in close to Frank's ear. "He's so fucking big, I didn't think he would fit," Gerard whispered. "He felt so nice."

"I'm flattered," Frank said, kissing the side of Gerard's head. "God, bunny, you're freezing. Go put on some pants."

"I'm not cold," Gerard said. "You're holding me and you're really warm, so I'm comfortable."

Frank smiled. "So, one of my friends came to the record store where I work yesterday and gave me a whole crate of pictures of you," he said. "You're beautiful, Gee."

"No, you're beautiful," Gerard argued as he smiled.

Frank rolled his eyes and kissed Gerard lightly. "Anyway, I need to go get those photos before they get found. Don't want anyone finding naked pictures of my boyfriend at my place of work."

"Can I come along?" Gerard asked. "At the very least so I can see where you work."

"Of course you can," Frank said. He tightened his arms around Gerard before letting go of him. "Will you wear the same little outfit you wore yesterday? You looked cute."

"Sure," Gerard smiled and kissed Frank's cheek. "I'll be right back," he said as he went down the hallway.

When he said 'right back', he meant it literally, as he walked back out, fully dressed seemingly moments later. When Frank gave him a questioning look, Gerard dramatically flipped his hair behind his shoulder and said, "You act like I'm not a model, Frankie. I know how to do quick changes."

"Nah, I just keep forgetting," Frank said, kissing Gerard's hair. "I forget a lot of things when I'm around you."

"Why is that?" Gerard asked. He grabbed his key ring from off of the end table behind the couch in the living room and pocketed them, taking Frank's hand.

Frank had to think of an answer, so he did while they were walking down the street. He moved his arm to encircle Gerard's shoulders and finally said, "You're so beautiful that I'm taken away every time I see you. I forget everything I want to say and... Yeah. I'm not used to being mushy."

"You're so sweet," Gerard giggled. He kissed Frank's cheek and Frank smiled. "Oh, shit, I just realized I need to get my mail," Gerard said, laughing and pulling away. "Haven't gotten it in... How many days?... I haven't gotten my mail in 1979."

"We can stop by the post office," Frank offered. Then, he looked at Gerard fully and lightly pressed the pad of his thumb to a hickey on Gerard's collarbone. "God, you're gorgeous," Frank mumbled and Gerard ducked his head slightly, blushing.

"You're even more gorgeous," he said quietly. "I love you."

"I love you too," Frank said. Then, he asked, "So, umm, am I your boyfriend?"

"Do you want to be?" Gerard asked. "I would like for you to be."

"I do," Frank answered as Gerard nuzzled his face into Frank's shoulder. "I want to be your boyfriend."

By now, they were in front of the record store, and Frank could see inside to Ray gaping at the two of them. Frank stopped walking and moved in front of Gerard, taking his hands. "Okay, my boss is probably my best friend," he started as he kissed Gerard to disguise him talking. "So he'll be really weird about this."

Gerard giggled and kissed Frank back. "I'm used to it," he answered. Frank pulled away slightly and pressed their foreheads together. He placed a hand on Gerard's hip and rubbed small circles, kissing the tip of his nose. "C'mon, let's go in."

The bell rang as the door opened, and Ray busied himself to act as if he weren't watching them. "'Morning, Frank," he said and turned around, trailing off when he saw Gerard with Frank's hand on his hip. "You're off on Tuesdays," Ray said a second later. "You would've been five hours late, anyway."

"I'm getting those pictures Jimmy left yesterday," Frank said. "Oh, Ray, this is my boyfriend, Gerard."

Gerard smiled warmly at Ray. "Hi," he said quietly.

"Oh, now you're being shy?" Frank asked, kissing Gerard's cheek. "Don't be like that."

Gerard rolled his eyes and buried his face in Frank's chest. "Just get the pictures," he mumbled, smiling and gently kissing Frank's chest through his shirt.

"Alright," Frank said and kissed Gerard's messy hair. "Be right back."

Frank playfully squeezed Gerard's ass before he left, making him squeak with surprise. He quickly found the crate and heaved it up, carrying it back to the front counter. "Got a bag?" Frank asked, putting the crate down onto the counter.

"I thought you meant like, a few pictures," Gerard laughed. He peeked into the crate and furrowed his eyebrows, sorting through them. "None of these photos are published. Where did you get these?"

"My roommate, Jimmy, dropped them here yesterday," Frank explained as Ray handed him a plastic bag with a yellow smiling face on it.

"What does Jimmy do?" Gerard asked, smiling.

"I have no clue, honestly," Frank said. "I've known him since college, I should know."

"Well, whatever he does, he's got access to some old stuff," Gerard said, plucking a particular photo from the pile. "I was nineteen in this photo."

In the picture, Gerard was lying on his back, the picture taken from above. He wore simple black panties and a baseball shirt with the NASA logo printed on the front. His eyes were closed and he was smiling almost blissfully, his hair splayed out like a dark brown halo on the white background. He looked much younger than nineteen— sixteen, at the most.

"You are not nineteen in this," Frank said, folding the Polaroid in half and pushing it into his jacket pocket. "That's impossible. You look too young."

"I was, I promise," Gerard laughed. "Do you like it?"

"Are you kidding?" Frank asked, kissing Gerard softly. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks, sweetie," Gerard said quietly.

"Alright," Frank said, pulling the bag onto his shoulder. "We gotta pop out. See you tomorrow, Ray."

"See ya, Frank," Ray said, pulling the empty crate down from the counter. Frank smiled and nodded, taking Gerard's hand and leading him out.

"Post office?" Frank asked.

"Yep," Gerard said. "So, speaking of photos, I think I actually have a shoot tomorrow. Man, Janelle's gonna be pissed at me."

"Janelle?" Frank asked.

"Oh, that's right, you met her at the party," Gerard said. "Janelle's my brother's girlfriend's sister, and she works in makeup at Playboy. She's probably my best friend."

"Why will she be pissed?" Frank asked.

"'Cause I have all of these fucking hickies on my neck and chest," Gerard giggled. "She's gonna have a hell of a time covering them up."

"I was hoping to give you more tonight," Frank said, his voice dropping to a lower tone.

"Two nights in a row?" Gerard laughed. "My, my, aren't you scandalous."

"I said the same thing to you this morning," Frank noted.

"That's why I said it, dumbass," Gerard laughed, lightly pushing Frank's shoulder. He pushed open the door to the post office and pulled out his key ring, bending down to a specific P.O box to unlock it.

Checking around him to make sure nobody could see him (except for the person at the window, and they were too wrapped up Gerard's-cover-issue of Playboy to notice them), Frank quietly walked up behind Gerard and squeezed his ass again, making Gerard squeak once more and shoot into a standing position. "Frankie!" He cried, smiling widely. "Stop doing that!"

"Doing what?" Frank asked slyly, running his hand across Gerard's ass.

"You know what you're doing," Gerard smiled, bending back to get to his P.O box. He unlocked the box and pulled it open, almost immediately crying out in surprise. "Oh my God! Frankie, I got a letter from Mikey!"

"Really?" Frank asked as Gerard stood up, turning and leaning against the wall of metal boxes, tearing open the envelope.

"'Dear Gee'," he started to read. "'By the time you'll get this, it should be 1979, so happy new year! How's your year so far? We got our January care package already and, and every package has the latest copy of Playboy. No one will let me forget that you model for it; it's hell. Your interview was pretty good, though. But, seriously? 'Wear a condom'? What kind of advice is that?'" Gerard paused to laugh, smiling widely. "'It's not that bad over here. There's been talk of us being home by April, and I hope that it's true. It's cold here and everyday I wish for sunny Los Angeles. Sorry this letter is so short, I've been really busy lately. Tell Kristin, Mama, and Papa I send my love. I can't wait to see you all soon. Love, Mikey-Mouse'."

Gerard laughed again and pushed the letter back into the envelope. "Wow," he breathed. "Home by April. I can't believe it. He's been over there ever since I was supposed to be drafted two years ago. He went in my place, saying that I already had a life here. I've missed him so much." He looked inside the envelope again and pulled out a handful of miniature Polaroids. "Look, here he is," Gerard said, pointing at a certain person, and Frank leaned next to Gerard, looking at the picture.

The man in the picture vaguely looked like Gerard; they had the same bright hazel eyes, but that was where the resemblance ended. While Gerard's hair hung at his chin and was dyed black, Mikey had dark brown hair, which, in the picture, was styled in a short, obviously military-style hairdo. He was wearing circular glasses, as well as a simple dark green shirt and matching pants. He had his arm around another man with buzzed, dyed-blond hair, wearing a matching outfit. Mikey had the ghost of a smile on his lips, while the other man was smiling broadly. "What rank is he?" Frank asked. "Who is that with him?"

"Mikey's a staff sergeant," Gerard answered, going to the next picture. "And that was his friend, Pete. They've known each other for a long time. He's a sergeant, too."

The next picture was of Mikey sitting up in his bed, his arms laced behind his head. He had his middle finger vaguely pointed at the camera, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he were mid-sentence. Gerard smiled, almost sadly, and placed all the photos back, pressing the envelope to his chest for a moment before putting it in his back pocket. "Let's go home," he said, taking Frank's hand.

"I can't decide..." Frank started, leaving the end for the sentence once they got outside. The air had grown slightly colder and a small covering of wispy clouds covered the blue-gray sky. "...If I want to sleep or fuck you when we get home."

"Sleep, then fuck?" Gerard offered. "I could do with a nap right now, too."

"We'll do that, then," Frank said, gripping Gerard's hand tightly.

Notes

A few things...
•Frank is a two-faced asshole, isn't he?
•Janelle Allisa is, in real life, Kristin Way's sister. She's a model— not a Playboy model, but a model nonetheless— and she is just beautiful. Check out her Instagram.
•Don't get too attached to Mikey ;)

xoKristin