The sunlight streaming through the window is what woke Frank up in the morning. That, and feeling the absence of Gerard in the bed. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and got out of bed, pulling on his boxers. He left the bedroom, the smell of coffee drifting through the house.

He entered the kitchen to find Gerard leaning against the kitchen counter, reading a newspaper and smoking a cigarette. He immediately looked up and folded the newspaper up, placing it on the counter. "'Morning, Frankie," Gerard said, kissing Frank's shoulder as Frank pressed his body to Gerard's and into the counter.

"Whatcha reading?" Frank asked.

"Newspaper," Gerard answered, the percolator making small tinkling sounds as it warmed up. "We still don't know when the war's gonna end and I need every word I can get." He took a drag on his cigarette, then pushing it into the corner of Frank's mouth. "God, you look so sexy with that in your mouth," Gerard added, running his hands down Frank's chest.

"I have a few other ideas of what I can do with my mouth," Frank said, putting his hand up to his mouth and taking a pull on the cigarette. "Oh, shit," he exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah," Gerard giggled. "No nicotine or tobacco for me. Only weed."

"Christ, you're too much," Frank whispered, taking another pull on what he realized was the source of the constant taste of Gerard's mouth. "Do you know how to shotgun?" Frank asked, putting the blunt in the corner of his mouth and hoisting Gerard up to sit on the counter. He moved himself in-between Gerard's legs as Gerard shook his head.

Frank gaped at Gerard. "How do you not know how to shotgun?" Frank asked.

"I didn't go to college," Gerard laughed. "I was in Milan or Paris or New York or wherever the hell I needed to be. I went to college for a year, then had to leave. I never went to any parties or anything, so, if it's a smoke trick, I don't know how."

"All you have to do is inhale," Frank said. "It's easy." With that, he took a long drag and held the smoke in his mouth as he softly kissed Gerard. Gerard opened his mouth and Frank exhaled the smoke into Gerard's mouth, feeling Gerard's chest rise as he breathed in.

Finally, they pulled away and Gerard blew the smoke out of his nose, his eyes wide at Frank. "You learned that at college?" He asked and Frank nodded. "I missed out, man."

"Do you think you would ever try to go back?" Frank asked.

Gerard shrugged. "I dunno. I mean, I guess I would, 'cause that's what's expected of me, but I kinda don't want to."

"It's not required," Frank said, smiling softly. "If you don't want to go, you don't have to. You're already really smart, Gee."

"Aw, thanks, Frankie," Gerard sighed and hugged Frank tightly. After a moment, he sighed and said, "We need to get dressed."

"Why?" Frank asked.

"The photo shoot," Gerard said. "It's here at the house, but it starts at eleven."

"Shit, what time is it?" Frank asked, whirling his head to look for a clock. The nearest one read a little after nine-thirty, and Frank let out a yelp. "Fuck, my shift started at seven, fuck me."

"Oh," Gerard exclaimed and Frank moved himself out of Gerard's legs.

"I wish I could see you at a photo shoot," Frank said, kissing the top of Gerard's head quickly. He raced back to the bedroom and threw on his clothes, pulling on his boots as he came back into the entry hall.
"Miss you," Frank said quickly. "Love you."

"Miss you too," Gerard told him, kissing his cheek. Frank stopped moving for a second, then grasped Gerard's face in his hands and kissed him deeply. Gerard opened his mouth instantly and Frank pushed his tongue in, gliding it over Gerard's own.

Finally, Frank pulled away and the two looked at each other for a moment. "Now," Frank whispered. "I'm really gonna be late."

Gerard let out the giggle that Frank adored so much and Frank kissed the top of his messy hair. "Love you," he said and quickly left the house.

"Ray, I'm so sorry!" Frank cried as he came into the shop. "I woke up late, I got no sleep last night."

"Frank," Ray sighed. "Dude, this is getting out of hand. It was because of Gerard, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was. I'm really sorry, Ray."

"Frank, you're my best friend, you know this," Ray started, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the counter. His head fell into his hands and he said, "But— I'm sorry to say this— if you're late again, I'll have to fire you."

"Ray, Christ, please don't do that," Frank begged. "Please, I need this job. No one else'll hire me, and I'm barely scraping by."

"I know that," Ray said. "That's why I would hate doing it. Please, on Friday, come in on time."

After that, the day seemed to pass slowly. Frank didn't even think about what time he had to get off until noon came. "Frank?" Ray asked. "You can go home. It's okay, there's not much to do today."

Frank nodded. "Thanks, Ray," he said quietly and hugged him hard before leaving.

He decided to go to his apartment, to check in on Jimmy and shower quickly. "Frank," Jimmy said when he entered the apartment. "How's Gerard?"

"Sore, I think," Frank answered, letting the door slam behind him. "I need to shower."

"Go ahead," Jimmy said from his place on the couch, his nose stuck in a comic book.

"Thanks for your permission," Frank said as he pulled off his jacket, entering the bathroom.

Frank tried not to think about Gerard. As the water hit his back, he tried his best to move the image of Gerard in the shower out of his mind; the water running down his pale back, dripping off the ends of his hair. He tried not to imagine pushing Gerard against the wall, pounding into him and kissing his wet neck. He tried not to imagine all of those things, but he did, which resulted in a not-so-small problem. Frank sighed in defeat and turned off the water, quickly drying himself off. He quickly made his way to his room. He pulled on all clean clothes, ripped black jeans, white t-shirt and a red plaid flannel, with his normal boots and leather jacket. As a snap decision, he put in his nose and lip piercings as well.

He hoped his erection wasn't as noticeable as it felt.

"Going back to Gerard's?" Jimmy asked when Frank came back into the small living room.

"Yeah," Frank answered. "Got a smoke?"

"Doesn't Gerard smoke?" Jimmy asked, tossing Frank his own carton of cigarettes and lighter.

Frank pushed one cigarette behind his ear, tossing everything back to Jimmy across the room. "Oh, get this," Frank laughed. "The sum-bitch only smokes weed. He went to some art school for his freshman year of college."

"That's stupid," Jimmy scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Frank made a small sweeping gesture, picking up his key ring and pushing them into the same pocket as the folded-up Polaroid. "Oh, he's got a photo shoot today," Frank added. "That reminds me, I should invest in a watch."

"I have no interest in anything you are saying," Jimmy said, turning a page in his book.

Frank shook his head and opened the door. "I'll be back tomorrow," he said. "Take care." Jimmy said nothing, instead changing his position on the couch.

There were two different cars in front of Gerard's house when Frank got there, and Frank awkwardly knocked on the door, hoping someone would answer.

A girl, a few inches taller than Frank, answered. She had golden hair that showed dark brown roots that hung to her shoulder, done up in two messy pigtails, and brilliant brown eyes, lined beautifully with black liner. She wore a black sleeveless shirt, the arm holes stretched out to show her ribs and the band of her black bra, along with a pair of dark red shorts and black lace knee socks with no shoes. "Oh, you must be Frank!" She chirped. "I'm Janelle, Gerard told me all about you."

"Hi, Janelle," Frank said, smiling warmly. "Can I come in? I got off work early and wanna surprise Gee."

"Of course, come on in," Janelle said, moving out of the door.

"Okay, I'm not trying to hit on you or anything, because I'm super gay," Frank started as he came into the house. "But you're beautiful."

"Oh, thank you!" Janelle cooed, pressing her hand to her chest. "You're very handsome. I see why Gerard likes you so much."

"Did he really talk about me that much?" Frank asked as Janelle lead him to the back of the house.

"Sweetheart, he wouldn't shut up about you," she said. "I asked who gave him so many hickies and he just smiled and started talking about you. He's really smitten. I haven't seen him like this since Bert."

"Who?" Frank asked.

"His last boyfriend had him entranced, too," Janelle told him. "They were kinda cute, but, one day last year, they just broke up with, like, no explanation."

"Oh," Frank said quietly. "I didn't know that."

"Oh, well, a girl's gotta have her secrets," Janelle laughed. "He's just in the back."

"Thanks," Frank smiled, still shaken by the comment about Gerard's ex. He opened the sliding glass door and saw a small set put up in the backyard, white sheets and clothing pinned up to a laundry line. Gerard sat on the grass with a white sheet wrapped around his body, falling off of his shoulders, his hair falling slightly in his face. The photographer was lying stomach-down on the grass, the camera angles slightly up at Gerard.

The sound of a camera shutter going off sounded through the yard, and Janelle whistled behind Frank. "Gee!" She called, nudging Frank gently and smiling widely. "Lookie who's here!"

Gerard brushed his hair out of his face and looked over to the patio, immediately brightening. "Frankie!" He cried. "I would come over there but I can't move, so come here and give me a kiss!"

Frank laughed and made his way to Gerard, kissing him softly as he laced his fingers behind Gerard's neck. Gerard jerked away slightly and his eyes flicked to Frank's lips, laughing. "Oh, you have a lip ring?" Gerard asked.

Frank nodded and tapped the gold ring in his nose. "And a nose piercing," he said.

"Wow, you are a punk piece of shit, aren't you?" Gerard giggled. "Okay, you met Janelle, so this—" he gestured to the photographer lying on the ground, "Is Brendon Urie. I'm his favorite model, right, Brendon?"

"Well, that was narcissistic," Brendon laughed, rolling onto his back to better see Frank. After a moment, Brendon said, "You have perfect bone structure, you know that?"

"Oh, thank you," Frank said, furrowing his eyebrows.

"It means you're gorgeous, baby," Gerard assured him. "Bren's always looking at people like they're models."

"Anyone can be a model," Brendon protested, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Even you, Frank. Especially you."

"Are you trying to hit on my boyfriend?" Gerard asked. Frank sat next to Gerard and Gerard instantly crawled into his lap, leaning his head against Frank's shoulder.

"I've got my Sarah," Brendon answered. "You two are adorable. Can I take a picture?"

"Frankie?" Gerard asked. "Do you...?"

"Sure," Frank replied. "Why not?"

Gerard smiled and softly kissed Frank, twisting his fingers in Frank's damp hair. Frank wrapped an arm around Gerard's waist and pulled him closer, smiling softly as Gerard let out the smallest, quietest moan. The camera shutter went off again and Gerard pulled away, smirking. "I love you, Frankie," he said quietly.

Frank delicately kissed the tip of Gerard's nose and playfully nibbled on the end. "Love you too," Frank whispered, rubbing Gerard's back through the white sheet.

Gerard leaned in close to Frank's face, pretending to be kissing his temple, whispering, "You have a huge boner, Frankie."

"I took a shower," Frank replied at an almost non-existent volume. "And I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Stop or I'll get hard," Gerard laughed softly and kissed Frank's cheek gently.

Frank nodded and Gerard pulled away, moving back in to kiss Frank's lips. Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank's neck, letting the sheet fall slightly, but neither tried to fix it.

Finally, they pulled away again, and Gerard smiled, pressing his forehead against Frank's. The camera went off again and Gerard plucked the cigarette from behind Frank's ear, pushing it into the corner of Frank's mouth. "You look so good today," Gerard noted. "Maybe it's your piercings. Something about you just looks nice today."

"Well, you look beautiful today," Frank said. "Maybe it's that you have nothing on under that sheet."

"Baby, stop," Gerard said quietly, blushing furiously. "Not now."

"I like seeing you get flustered," Frank mumbled, rolling the cigarette to the other corner of his mouth. "You're so cute all the time." He leaned in closer to Gerard's ear and gently kissed Gerard's ear. The camera went off again and Gerard smiled, moving his face so that Frank kissed his jaw.

Frank pulled away from Gerard and pulled out the cigarette, placing it behind Gerard's ear. "I gonna deal with my problem," Frank said quietly, kissing Gerard's cheek gently.

"Love you," Gerard called as Frank stood up, pulling the sheet back over his chest. Frank blew a kiss in Gerard's direction and escaped back into the house.

---

"Gee?" Frank asked later that night. He wrapped his arms around Gerard's shoulders and pulled Gerard as close as he could and set a small kiss to his shoulder. "Gee, wake up."

"You 'kay?" Gerard mumbled, his eyes fluttering open. Frank nodded and kissed Gerard again, this time on his lips, and Gerard immediately reciprocated, wrapping his arms around Frank's neck. He pulled Frank on top of him slightly and Frank propped himself up on one arm.

"Why're you still awake?" Gerard asked when they pulled away from each other. "It's, like, two in the morning. Are you okay?"

"I don't know," Frank said softly. "I've just been feeling... Weird, lately. I dunno."

"Weird, how?" Gerard asked. He moved his hair out of his eyes and Frank sighed. "Do you feel sick?"

"No, it's just..." Frank started, unable to find the words. "I feel weird about having known for you three days and we're already this intimate. I like it, but I've never moved this fast before."

"Oh," Gerard said quietly. "Frankie, you could've told me before."

"I know, but I wasn't feeling like this until I was in the pictures with you earlier and everything just felt so real," Frank said. "And our relationship is based solely on sex. We wouldn't have met if we didn't try to hook up, I was the one who took your virginity... I feel like everyone knows that."

"God, Frankie, I never thought about that," Gerard said quietly. "I'm so sorry, baby—"

"Don't apologize," Frank said quietly. He gently cradled Gerard's face and ran his thumb over Gerard's cheekbone. "It's nothing to be ashamed of at all. I just thought I needed to say it."

Gerard nodded and pulled Frank down to lay back next to him, burrowing his face in Frank's neck. He gently kissed the scorpion on Frank's neck and whispered, "Why do you have a scorpion tattoo?"

"I'm a Scorpio," Frank answered. "My birthday's actually on Halloween."

"That's awesome," Gerard giggled. "My birthday's on April ninth. You know what's on April ninth? Jack-shit."

"That's not true," Frank said. "Something happened on April ninth, right around twenty-three years ago."

"Which is?"

"You were born," Frank said and chuckled softly. Gerard rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly, smiling softly.

"Why is it so high on your neck?" Gerard asked.

"Well, when I got it, I was in a band— still am— and, one night, I was performing and I realized that that's what I wanted to do," Frank started. "The thought that I would have to eventually move on, grow up, all that shit, it scared me and I got it so high up, no collar could hide it. That way, no one could hire me and I would never have to grow up."

"What do you play?" Gerard asked.

"I play the guitar and I sing a little," Frank said. "I'm not that good at singing, but I'm pretty good at guitar."

Gerard hummed softly and ran his hand down the side of Frank's body. "How many tattoos do you have?"

"I don't know, actually," Frank said softly. "A lot."

"I wish I could get tattoos," Gerard whispered regretfully. "I hate needles, though. I don't like things in my body."

"Fucking liar," Frank said and rubbed Gerard's back. "You love my dick."

"I do," Gerard whispered. "Usually, I don't like things in my body. I'll make an exception for dicks, though."
Frank smiled and kissed Gerard deeply, propping himself back up to hover over Gerard. Gerard kissed back for a moment before opening his mouth to admit Frank's tongue.

They tried to breath through their noses until they had to pull away, panting for breath. "Gee, you were so beautiful today," Frank started, leaning down and sucking on Gerard's neck. "Wrapped up in that sheet with messy hair. Looked like you'd been fucked."

Gerard tangled his hands in Frank's hair, letting his head fall back so that Frank could better kiss his neck. "Frankie," he whined quietly, pulling on Frank's hair.

"Want me to fuck you?" Frank asked in a low tone, moving his mouth to Gerard's jawline. "I'll fuck you all night long, Gee."

"Yes!" Gerard cried, pulling on Frank's hair again to move his face up to Gerard's, kissing him deeply. "Please, Frankie, fuck me."

Frank sat up, planting his hands by Gerard's shoulder to hover over him once more. "How do you want prep, baby?" He asked. "Tongue or fingers?"

Gerard chewed on his bottom lip and said, "Fingers."

Frank brought his hand to Gerard's mouth, pushing in two fingers. He immediately felt Gerard's tongue glide over and in-between his fingers, Gerard moaning underneath Frank.

Frank pulled his fingers out and brought them down between Gerard's legs, lightly rubbing his entrance before pushing one finger in, making Gerard gasp and tighten around him. His eyes closed blissfully and his teeth caught on his bottom lip, breathing out as he relaxed. "There you go," Frank whispered, slowly pulling his finger out and pushing back in. "You're doing good."

Even though he had done this to Gerard before, he was still proud every time Gerard took his fingers the way he did. The way Gerard reacted— surprise, then relaxation and pleasure— made Frank believe further that Gerard really was a virgin before they met.

"More," Gerard choked out, pushing back onto Frank's fingers. "Please, Frankie."

Frank pushed in his second finger and Gerard arched his back slightly and let out a low moan, clutching at the bedsheets. "Frankie," he whined, breathing heavily. "Frankie, please."

"I haven't finished prepping you yet," Frank remarked, crooking his fingers inside of Gerard, making him cry out and writhe around Frank's fingers.

"I-I don't care," Gerard gasped. "I want you."

Frank laughed softly and pulled his fingers out, kissing Gerard's pale stomach. "You're so cute when you whine," he muttered, moving back up Gerard's body and lifting his head, kissing him deeply. "I need a condom. Give me a minute."

Frank removed himself from Gerard and went to the bedside table drawer, where he had learned the condoms stayed. He grabbed one and tore open the packaging, rolling it onto his hard length with a soft moan. He looked at Gerard on the bed and smiled at his state, breathless and trembling, waiting for Frank.

Frank came back into Gerard's line of sight and Gerard opened his legs for Frank, chewing on his lip, unsure of his movement. "You're fine," Frank assured him, climbing onto the bed and wrapping Gerard's legs around his waist. "That was really hot, Gee."

"What was?" Gerard asked.

"Opening your legs for me," Frank answered, pressing the head of his swollen cock into Gerard's slicked-up entrance. "It was beautiful. You're beautiful."

Gerard tightened his legs around Frank's waist, drawing Frank further into his body, and Gerard moaned loudly. "F-Frankie," he stuttered. "I thought you wanted t-to fuck me."

"I will," Frank assured him, his hips stopping, as he was fully in Gerard. He gently kissed Gerard's lips, pulling out slightly, then pushing back in. The mattress squeaked underneath them and Gerard's hands shot up to tangle in Frank's hair.

"Frankie," he moaned, his mouth hanging open. He wanted to speak more, to make a sound, but his mind was in overdrive from having so much contact with Frank.

Frank kissed the side of Gerard's neck, nosing his pulse point and moaning as he thrust into the man below him. "Gee," Frank started, slowing down his thrusts as he spoke. "You said you wanna be fucked?"

Gerard let out a sobbing moan and cried, "Yes, Frankie, please!"

Frank didn't answer, instead turning them so that he was underneath and Gerard sat on his hips. Frank propped himself against the wall and Gerard hesitantly put his hands on Frank's shoulders. "Babe," Frank started, leaning forward and kissing in-between Gerard's collarbones. "Can you ride me?"

Gerard swallowed hard and asked, "How do I do that?"

Frank smiled, his hair falling into his face, and said, "I'm sorry, bunny, I keep forgetting." He gripped Gerard's hips, and added, "It's easy; just act like you're grinding."

Gerard nodded, gripping Frank's shoulders tightly. He rolled his hips down onto Frank's and gasped when Frank brushed his prostate, digging his fingernails into Frank's shoulder. "God, Frankie," Gerard moaned. "Shit, that felt good."

"That's it, bunny," Frank said, helping Gerard by lifting him up slightly and pulling him down. Gerard threw his head back and cried out in pleasure, panting and moaning. Sweat clung to his entire body, making his skin shine in the moonlight coming through the window, and Frank leaned forward, kissing Gerard's chest.

"Frankie," Gerard moaned, hanging his head and pressing his forehead against Frank's. "I-I can't go much longer."

"Come for me, bunny," Frank said in a low growl, grasping Gerard's swollen cock in his hand. He gave him gentle strokes and, soon, Gerard was coming with his signature high-pitched, breathy moan, covering Frank's hand and stomach.

Gerard managed to ride Frank through his high, panting and whining as Frank continued to hit his prostate. "You're doing so great, bunny," Frank assured him, feeling his own orgasm start to build.
Then, Gerard pulled off of Frank and moved down his body to take Frank's cock in his mouth. Frank took in a sharp breath and pushed his hips up into Gerard's warm, wet mouth. He reached down and tangled his fingers in Gerard's hair, pulling and urging him to do more.

Gerard ran his tongue along the length and Frank moaned, tightening his grip on Gerard's hair. "Gee, I'm gonna—" Frank started, but he couldn't finish his sentence. His hips bucked up into Gerard's mouth and he came, stars in his vision.

Gerard pulled his mouth off and rolled onto his back next to Frank, both trying to catch their breath. Frank pulled the condom off and got out of bed with a grunt, quickly disposing it in the bathroom wastebasket. When he came back, Gerard was hugging a pillow to his chest, already half-asleep.

"Bunny?" Frank whispered, slipping back into bed and pulling Gerard up to give him a gentle kiss. "Are you okay?"

Gerard nodded, kissing Frank's scorpion tattoo. He said nothing.

"You did so good," Frank assured him, rubbing his back comfortingly. "You looked so pretty like that."

"Thanks, Frankie," Gerard whispered. He took a deep breath and sat up, Frank's arms falling from around him. He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair and added, "I'm gonna shower. Wanna join me?"

"No," Frank complained. "Stay here. You're warm and I love you falling asleep on me."

"I'm sweaty," Gerard said. "You don't wanna fall asleep next to me."

"You're dead wrong, bunny," Frank said and pulled Gerard back down. "You looked beautiful," Frank told him. "Your sweaty body in the moonlight. It was amazing."

"If you say so," Gerard said quietly and laid back down next to Frank. "Can I go to sleep now or do you wanna have sex again?"

"You can sleep," Frank said, laughing gently. "Love you."

"I love you too," Gerard responded, and they fell asleep, tangled up with each other.

---

"Frankie?" Gerard's voice came softly through Frank's dream, and he immediately woke up. Gerard was sitting up, clutching a pillow to his chest, with tears running down his face. "Oh, thank God, you're awake."

"What happened?" Frank asked, pulling Gerard into his lap. Gerard leaned his head against Frank's shoulder and cried hard, his small frame shaking with his sobs. "Bunny, calm down, tell me what happened," Frank whispered, rubbing Gerard's back.

Gerard sniffed, keeping his head on Frank's shoulder. "I had this dream..." He started. "That Mikey died. It felt like someone was gripping my throat and-and squeezing, and I couldn't wake up. When I finally did, I was shaking and I couldn't stop crying."

"Hey, you're okay," Frank whispered. "Look, I'll always be here if you ever need to cry. Mikey's fine, I promise. He's safe, and you're safe, you'll be fine. Do you need to cry some more?" Gerard nodded, tears already running down his face again, and Frank repositioned slightly to pull the red blanket around Gerard's naked body. Frank rocked Gerard slightly, letting him sob almost violently.

Eventually, his quiet wails slowed until he was gasping with shaky breaths. Frank shushed him gently and whispered, "All done, bunny?" Gerard silently nodded and Frank gently kissed his forehead. "Mikey's safe where he is. It was a dream, alright? Everybody's okay."

Gerard nodded again, moving slightly to wrap his arms around Frank's neck. "Tired, Frankie," he mumbled, like a small child.

"Let's go back to sleep, yeah?" Frank whispered. He placed Gerard, still curled up, next to him and laid down, Gerard instantly wrapping himself around Frank's body. He kissed Frank's chest softly and burrowed his face into Frank's shoulder, quickly falling asleep again.

The way Gerard reacted to the dream concerned Frank. He had never seen anyone that upset over a mere dream; hell, he had never seen anyone that upset, period. It was immensely concerning that Gerard hadn't even tried to wake Frank up before he did, since he was almost literally unraveling when Frank woke up. Frank had never known anyone to cry about a dream that hard, and he held Gerard even tighter as he slept.

Notes

I have to say something: Jimmy, in my mind, is a sort of Cosmo Kramer character. If you don't know who Cosmo Kramer is, go watch Seinfeld.

Happy Friday! xoKristin