Lonely Hearts Club (Sequel comming in June/July)

The room was still and the atmosphere thin. The massive bookcase that dominated the room hanged over the two who were on the double bed below it. The room was dark and the air cold. The soft melodies of The Smiths rumbled through the room and floated through the air and consumed all sound. Frank lay on his chest with his head twisted towards his friend and his eyes sealed together tightly by sleep. Gerard was sat crossed legged with a sharpie lid between his teeth and his greasy red hair pushed back out of his eyes. He gazed down at Frank lovingly whist he scribbled furiously and sketched his little pieces of art on his skin. The ink settling and the arm nearly covered Frank began to rouse from his sleep. He didn't stir though, he just watched as Gerard covered him in sharpie ink. Frank loved to watch him draw he was at peace when he was sketching. Gerard had a lot going on in that crazy mind of his. He had issues, they all did, but everyone found peace in something. For Gerard it was art. Whilst he sketched his mind cleared of all the negative thoughts that consumed him. The thoughts of death. Repetition. All gone in an instant. Frank watched as Gerard created stories and masterpieces in his little sketch books and put all that built up emotion onto a page to stop it from spilling over.

They had spent most of the last three days like this. They went back to school in two and everything seemed to be slowing and each day droning into the next and the next. Frank hadn't been home in 48 hours and his mum kept texting him and asking him if he's okay. Gerard hadn't actually left his basement room for 24 hours and they both hadn't seen sunlight in a good day and a half.

Gerard finished and lay beside his friend and shot a smile towards him cupping his cheek and pressing his thumb into his soft cheek. 'Frankie?' Frank responded with mumble and a slight grin. 'You hungry?' He mumbled an affirmative and turned fully towards him. They lay there for a couple of minutes and just looking at each other. Taking in every detail and trying to remember every blemish, freckle and pore of each other. Gerard felt like he could stay like this forever. Just staring at his Frankie and never leaving this room. But he didn't have forever. He hardly had a lifetime. Or even a moment.

'You've covered my entire arm.' Frank broke the heated silence. He studied it for a moment taking in all the sharp lines and smooth curves of Gerard's drawings. 'I love it.' Gerard smiled shyly moving his hand behind franks head and pulling him into a soft kiss. Their lips moved in unison, the rough and chapped lips of Gerard on the smooth bitter lips of Franks. Gerard smiled into the kiss and pushed himself closer to Frank and hovered his lips just an inch away from his friends. Frank moaned a little at the loss of contact and pushed his lips up. Gerard quickly jumped from the bed and landed on the cold floor. He offered his hand to Frank and pulled him off of the bed. Frank lost his footing slightly and fell into Gerard.

'Pancakes?' Gerard said to Frank who was currently holding himself up on him. His arms wrapped around his shoulders and his legs still slightly asleep and the rest of his body not fully caught up with him. Frank pushed himself back onto his feet keeping his arms around Gerard.

'Yeah, but first you need to shower.' Frank said grimacing at Gerard. He rolled his eyes and began to stalk up the stairs up to the ground floor.

It was dark and the house was silent and dark except a patch of light escaping from under the kitchen door. Gerard had went into the bathroom to shower, so Frank was left to find out who in the world was up at this time at night...morning? Frank didn't have any idea what time it was, but he knew it was ungodly. The cold metal of the door handle made Franks skin prickle and tingly. The door squeaked open and the bright light blinded Frank momentarily meaning Mikey saw him first before he was aware of who was in the kitchen with him.
Sitting at the breakfast bar, coffee in hand and wicked grin on his face, was Mikey and he couldn't seem to contain himself.

'I knew if I waited up long enough one of you would emerge. I also knew that you were down there all that time, but something I did not know was that something was going on between you two. How long' Mikey questioned slowly savouring the words and not making eye contact with Frank.

'Since the night of the Cellabrations gig.' Frank spoke quietly and moved closer to Mikey who look quite shocked.

'Did he do that?' He gestured towards franks sleeve of sharpie. Frank smiles looking down towards the little doodles and words. He rubbed his arm slightly smiling towards Mikey.
'He likes my tattoos.' Frank said mostly to himself still looking at Mikey.

'That long? And you didn't tell anyone?' Frank shook his head sitting next to Mikey and taking his mug from him and sipping. 'My best friend and my brother.' Mikey looked over at Frank sipping his coffee. Frank coughed and nodded placing the mug back down.
'How do you feel about that?' Frank eyes were big and full of worry. Mikey smiled and shook his head.

'Well I'm glad Gerard is finally getting some, it might mean he will stop mopping...' Before Frank could correct him Mikey put up his hand to silence him, somehow it worked. 'But I had no clue you were gay and that really annoys me because my gaydar is something I pride myself on' Frank laughed and placed his arm around Mikey. 'But I am happy for you guys, even if it's a bit weird that my brother and my best friend are sleeping together.' Frank went to correct him again, but this time Gerard was the on to interrupt him.

'We are not sleeping together.' He was stood at the door towel wrapped around his waist and hair slicked back. Frank kinda wanted to at that point.

'Glad you decided to join us brother.' Mikey turned towards him and grinned 'and you showered? This is all going swell isn't it?' Mikey turned to Frank and grabbed his mug back again. 'You need to tell everyone else and you need to explain why you two have been down there since the New Years Eve party.' Frank looked down at this point. Gerard moved over quickly placing his hand on franks shoulder supportively and smiling down at him.
'Frankies moving.' Gerard said bluntly to his brother not wanting to upset Frank or himself. Mikey nodded and looked down to Frank.

'Back to New York? Oh Frank, hey it's only for what five months? It'll be fine and we love New York...' Mikey stopped talking when he saw Frank shake his head slightly and Gerard's hand tighten around Franks shoulder. Mikey knew at that point that it wasn't that simple.
'Chicago.' Mikey's cool exterior dropped in that moment and his eyes went wide and hand shot to joins his brothers on Franks arm.

'Frank. I....' Frank shook his head again and looked up to Mikey and smiled.
'It's fine. I've accepted it.' He let out all the air in his lungs and grabbed back the mug and gulped down the remaining coffee. 'Now I'm hungry.'

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Once he was dressed Gerard made the three of them peanut butter and jam sandwiches and they all say around the table eating quietly making relative small talk. Frank still wasn't exactly sure what time it was, but they had been up in the kitchen for around two hours and there was still no sign of sunlight. The kitchen was buzzing with energy and Gerard had put some random playlist on which consisted of early nirvana, the smiths and oasis. Frank was sitting on a countertop with his leg swaying down skimming the cabinets with his bare heels and eating peanut butter from the jar with a spoon. Gerard was sat on a chair in front of Frank his legs tucked underneath him and swinging the chair so far back it was hitting the cabinet next to Frank. Mikey was lying on his back on the table his head closest to them and feet to the door. They were all engaged it some argument about what genre Nirvana was until Frank caught sight of the digital clock with displayed the time clearly in a corner of the room. 2:45AM. Frank closed his eyes and tried to remember what date it was when Gerard tugged him forcefully back into the argument.

'Frankie? Baby...' Gerard looked up to him lovingly his eyes wide and lips pouted.
'Don't use your hold over him to win this argument Gerard!' Mikey said quickly getting up from his lying position so he could sit up and stare at the both of them. 'Frank. Answer as truthfully as you can okay? Can you do that?' Mikey said sweetly.

'Yes?' Frank rubbed his eyes and prepared himself for this question.

'Are Nirvana Punk or Grunge?' Mikey said slowly obviously putting emphasis on the 'Punk' part of the question. Frank thought for a while whilst 'Love' by the smashing pumpkins played slowly in the background.

'You see...' Frank began slowly watching the two of them as they awaited his answer. 'I feel as if they are more Alternative Rock.'

'That wasn't an option!' Both brothers said at the same time.

'God I hate it when you two do that.' Frank said climbing down from the counter and kicking Gerard's chair back onto its four legs.

'Do what?' Mikey leaned over and questioned Frank.

'Speak at the same time it's creepy. You aren't twins!' Frank sat on Gerard's lap and smiled at Mikey. 'It's just....weird.' Mikey laughed and turned to the kitchen sink slowly. Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank and nuzzled his chin onto franks shoulder and laughed breathily into franks ear making him shiver slightly. Mikey turned back with a glass of water and grimaced slightly.

'Could you guys stop being all coupley around me its grossing me out and I'm still not use to the whole thing yet.' Frank smiled apologetically up at Mikey, but made no effort to move from his very comfy position.

'Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon.' Gerard remarked quietly towards his brother. Franks eyes went like saucers and his grin seemed to become larger.

'Did you just quote Harry Potter at me?' Mikey gasped in shock. Frank quickly wrapped his arms around Gerard's thin shoulders.

'I have never been so proud of you.' Frank said into his neck. And then he placed a small kiss on his pink lips. Savouring it for a moment, pressing down and smiling slightly at Mikey's grimace. He pulled away and turned fully toward the disgusted Mikey.

'If you will excuse me I have to go vomit.' He called after the two whilst he moved away from the table. Frank giggled his arms still tightly secured around his friend. He swung his head around to stare at Gerard's little features. He studied him for a moment and then broke into a face splitting grin.

'I really hope you don't kiss everyone who quotes Harry Potter, because I don't know how I feel about you making out with my brother.' Frank eyebrows shot up and he looked after Mikey.

'I know how I feel about making out with your brother.....' That remark earned a disgusted look from Gerard and then a hesitant smile.

'Please stop bringing up your thing for my brother. It's sorta disgusting.'

'We all have our fantasies Gee.' Frank whispered teasingly into Gerard ear.

'Well....' A voice from outside the kitchen echoed through the room. Mikey popped his head back into the room and smiled at the two. 'Isn't that interesting.'

'Shut up Mikey' the both said in unison.

'You're right that is creepy.' Mikey whispered as he slowly moved back out the room not before sending Frank a very obvious wink. Then he left the two in the kitchen and went back to bed where he grabbed his phone and messaged Patrick hurriedly:

We have a problem. Phone me when you are awake.

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Gerard and Frank had made it down to the basement somehow without taking their lips of each other's. They moved in unison over to the bed pressing into each other and trying to get as much contact as they could. Frank remembers every second of that night with Gerard. The warmth of his skin and the ink from the sharpie running down his arms. Exploring every inch of each other and becoming so aware of each other's bodies and presence. The feel of Gerard wrapped around him and the noises he made. The noises Frank provoked from Gerard.

Gerard doesn't remember it as well. It was all a bit of blur. A good blur mind you. Actually a fucking amazing blur. All he really remembers was after. When they lay in silence just listening to each other's ragged breathing and hearts thumping. He remembers cuddling into Frank and whispering into his ear how much he loved him.

Frank doesn't remember that part however. He just fell quickly into a dreamless sleep. And when he awoke he found a semi naked Gerard pressed against him and he smiled as he realised it wasn't a dream. That what he and Gerard had done last night was real. He couldn't really stop smiling.

Gerard awoke to see Frank sitting at his desk with one of his band t's on he was typing away at Gerard laptop and smoking a cigarette slowly. He savoured every intake of nicotine and relaxed at every exhale. Gerard watched him like that for a long time. But time was something they seemed to lack. He hardly had time. Or even a moment.

Notes

Me: *Skips 'I Write Sins'*

-C