It was friday.
During the afternoon, I asked Gerard if we could make a stop before going to the bar.

- Where do you wanna go, Frankie? - He asked, both of us entering the car.
- Can we go to the beach? I know it's a bit far, but I really need to go there. I'll pay for the gas if you need. I just need to relax a bit, I'm not feeling as good as I wanted to, today.

Gerard looked at me and placed his hand on my cheek, looking at me. I could tell he was really concerned. That was not what I wanted. Fuck. Why do I have to ruin everything?

- Is there something wrong, Frank? You got me real worried now. - He questioned.
- I promise I will try to tell you as soon as we get there, don't worry. It's not that big of a deal.
- If it's not, why all this? - He asked with a somewhat desperate tone.
- Please, Gerard... - I pleaded, as I held back my tears and controlled my breathing, clenching my wrist against my thigh.
- Alright. Let's go. - He replied, turning the car on.

As we drove there, we both stood silent. I never took my eyes of the road during the trip, unlike him, who looked at me multiple times. I noticed that, but kept on looking forward. He held tight to one of my hands, making it look almost like he was holding me from a fall of a cliff., because of his strength.
We finally arrived to the beach. Gerard held my hand and wrapped another around my waist, facing me, his eyes almost in tears, his eyebrows furrowed.

- Can you tell me what's wrong, Frankie? Please, I can't stand seeing you this way, it hurts so much. I want to know if I can help you in any way.
- I'm just on one of those days where I just wish to disappear, y'know? - I sighed.
- What? But why, baby? - He asked, gently removing the hair from my face. - You're not happy?
- It's hard for me to explain, because I never got the chance to actually explain it to anyone, ever. I always thought no one would understand. Since I was fifteen, around that time, the days I would come home, crying myself in silence before sleeping were rare. Extremely rare. I always thought that if I disappeared, no one would notice. I had no close friends, my family always treated me like I was some sort of mistake... My grandma wasn't around anymore, so I was alone. I wasn't living, I was just... Surviving.

Gerard was listening to my words carefully, and as soon as I stopped talking he just gave me a tight hug. We stood like that for at least five minutes, until I heard him sniffing on my neck.

- No, baby, don't cry, it's alright. It's going to get better, I will get better. Everyone breaks down sometimes. It just takes time. Besides, having you with me is helpful, I mean, c'mon, you're literally the best thing that has happened to me in years! Knowing that I'm able to talk about this, about myself, is worth every day of bullshit I put up with. - I assured him.
- It's just... I know what it feels like. I'm that way too. A few years ago I was drowning in alcohol, I saw myself becoming suicidal because I got to a point in my life that I just took that as an escape, like, if something went wrong I would just... Do it. And I wouldn't have to deal with anything. It was Mikey, who was having his own troubles too at the time, who helped me. I just want to do the same for you, Frankie.

As he finished telling me this, I smiled at him. His eyes were swollen, red from crying, his face covered in dry tears, shining with the sunlight. I leaned foward and rested my forehead against his, kissing him on the lips, tasting the salt of his tears. Suddenly it felt like everything around us was just so meaningless. I combed his hair gently while we were kissing, standing there in front of the sea. Just the two of us, the horizon, and the sun, that was now ready to set.

- You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Frankie. - He muttered happily.
- The same applies to you, match-head. - I mocked, giggling.
- Let's go, you have a show to give and I wouldn't miss it for the world!
- I know, I know.

We held hands and got back to the car. The whole trip was again silent, the difference this time was that somehow, a weight was lifted of our shoulders.

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By the time the show was over, I saw the audience cheering and everyone was now wearing sweaty shirts, everyone had blushed faces, wet hair, it was madness. And I fucking loved it.
I went for take a quick shower before heading to the bar, where I was supposed to meet Gerard after the show. He was on the frontline when I was playing, and he ran into a friend of his, with whom he watched my performance.
Maybe that's why he wasn't at the bar yet. So I ordered something, while pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up, when I was intercepted by some blonde guy who apparently had been watching me for the last few minutes.

- Hey sweetheart, here all alone? - He asked, notoriously drunk already, holding a beer on his hand.
- Um, yeah, was needing a drink after the gig. - I replied, with a sharp, cold tone.
- Oh right you were the one playing! - He bursted onto a laugh, not realising that I was the one who played the fucking show.
- Yeah, I was. Listen, I'm waiting for a friend actually, so... - I said, trying to go to some other place, quickly giving him an excuse. Well, it was not really an excuse because it was true, but I wanted it to sound like one.

Then, as I was walking away, he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his arms, grabbing my waist.

- Noooo, stay here with me, let's have some fuuuun!

I was surprised by that so I couldn't exactly react. But for my good fortune, he fell on the floor with the punch Gerard gave him.
Gerard then left, apparently outside, where I eventually found him, crying while he lightened up his cigarette.

- Baby, are you okay? - I asked, genuinely worried, hugging the shit outta him.
- No, I'm not okay! I'm not o-fucking-kay! - He yelled at me, tears streaming down his face.
- Let's just get out of here Frank, please! - He pleaded.

We walked with a quick pace to his car, driving back home.
When we finally got there, after a tense trip, he closed the door, looked at me for a while, figuring out what was he going to do.
He kissed me ferociously, sticking his tongue inside of my mouth while trapping me between his steaming body and the cold wall.
Then, few minutes later, he stopped, looking at me, his eyes filled with tears.

- I can't stand the idea of losing you, Frank. You came out out of fucking nowhere and I've never felt this with anyone, ever, and watching that disgusting creep hitting on you awoke something inside of me. I've never felt enough with anybody, not even with myself, I never liked myself. I always focused on trying to make everyone happy, and I just kept forgetting about me. That destroyed me.

I have never seen Gerard that way. He looked desperate, hopeless, he looked like someone was about to shoot a gun against his heart. Which I can tell that was something similar to what he was feeling, according to what he had said, while gasping for air and shaking.
His body started trembling all around and gave up, his legs failed and he fell on the floor, from where I tried to pick him up. He just couldn't. He couldn't breathe and I was restless, I was so fucking nervous and scared for him, I didn't knew how to help him at that point, all the emotions were slapping my face and I was hurting to see him that way. I felt so fucking useless. I was crying with him, when I lifted his chin up gently so he was facing me.

- I love you, Gerard.
- What? - He asked, between hiccups and tears.
- I love you, I fucking love you Gerard! - I loudly told him, looking him right in the eyes, tears falling fast on my cheeks.

He suddenly kissed me. Sloppy and angerly. I just went with it. We were unleashing all our sorrows, all of out hurt, all of it on that kiss, grabbing hair, gasping for air. It was violent, passionate.
We both got up, not breaking our kiss, and after stumbling over furniture we throwed ourselves onto the bed, taking off our clothes, more turned on than we had ever been before. Adrenaline was overflowing in our veins, our hearts ripping our chests apart with their beating.
I held him close as we both shook for the last time, feeling every corner of our naked skins, sweating and groaning.
He turned me around so I could lay on my stomach, pinning me to the bed, getting ready to make his entrance on me with his wet fingers, dripping with his saliva, before putting his dick inside of me, slowly but with a steady rythm. He was leaning over my back, fucking me from behind, his hot breath and lips touching my skin, his hair and his skin drenched in sweat, doing it faster, harder.

- I fucking love you, Frank! - He groaned loudly.
- Fuck, Gee I'm- I'm gonna- Oh fuck! - I screamed, while we chased our orgasms. His breathing now deeper, my head buried on the pillow as we both moaned loudly in pleasure, finally cumming together. I could feel his dick pulsing inside of me as he came, and my hand covered in hot cum, leaking between my fingers.

That was fucking amazing. Holy shit.
We rolled on the bed, laying side by side, recovering our breath.

- Fuck, that was... Unexpected. - Gerard laughed, raising a hand to fix his hair a bit to the back.
- It was fucking amazing, baby. I mean it! - I told him, still recovering from that transe.

He rolled his head to face me.

- I love you, Frankie, I really fucking do.
- I love you too, Gee. I really fucking love you too.

He got up and went to grab his pack of cigarettes, giving me one and taking one for himself. That man knew how to make me happy, fuck. Sometimes I wondered if he was not some sort of long lost brother to know me so well. But that would be weird, at the very least.

- Wanna go to the balcony, love?
- I'd love to, baby. - I answered with a big smile.

He brought the sheets with him, giving me one and letting himself have one, so we could both roll ourselves on them. We were too fucking tired to put on clothes, and honestly it felt way better like this.
He held me from behind, resting his head on my shoulder, giving me small kisses on my neck, while I lead my cigarette to his mouth.
We both threw the butts out, and Gerard turned to me, cupping my cheek with one hand and holding on to my waist with another.

- Frank Anthony Iero, will you be my boyfriend? - He asked, hopeful and giving me a cute smile, raising his eyebrows.
- Of course I will, Gerard. I'm yours!

We kissed, both smiling. It was more of a teeth kiss instead of a normal one.

- You know, I really think you are my soulmate.
- Oh, now you believe in soulmates? - Gerard replied, mocking me.
- I believe that anything is possible, with you by my side.
- Now you're just getting lame! - He laughed. But I knew he loved that.
- Lame or not, you still love me anyways, asshole!
- That is true, indeed. - He grinned.

Then, it was just the two of us, our sheets, the view and the night. There was nothing else. And I couldn't be happier.

Notes

UPDATEEEEEE YEAH

So, this chapter was really hard for me to write. But it was kind of therapeutical. I incorporated some things that happened to me - and still do, unfortunately - on both Gerard and Frank. It was a personal one.

I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. AND BY THE WAY, THANK YOU FOR THE 1400 VIEWS, HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOU ALL

- luna