causticmayhemx (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} causticmayhemx) wrote,@ 2007-08-13 23:22:00 |
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Impetuous Behavior. [2/2.]
Title: Impetuous Behavior.
Author: causticmayhemx aka me!
Pairing: Ferard, obvz.
Rating: Ha, NC17.
Word Count: Total: 10966. This Part: 4769.
Summary: When Frank doesn't know what to do with the rest of his life, a rash decision is quite possibly the best he's ever made.
Disclaimer: 100% fake, but the character's personalities and plot? That's all me, ha.
Dedication: For miserylovedme because she likes Ferard buttsecks [and now she owes me, ha, ilyalyssuhh].
A/N: This is a monstrosity. Thirty two pages of pure standalone, split into two parts. Enjoy! It's my baby-- Took me two days, ha.
Part One.
"Hey, Mikey. Is Gerard home?" Frank asked, eagerly bouncing from foot to foot as he stood on the porch.
Mikey rolled his eyes. "Y--"
"Why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Always roll your eyes and sigh whenever I speak?" Frank asked.
Mikey shrugged. "I don't know. And yes, he's home," he said.
Frank stepped in and smiled. "Thanks. I'm gonna. Go see him," he said, pointing to the basement door.
"Okay."
Frank walked over to the door and opening it, shutting it behind him as he walked down the stairs. Once he was down the stairs, he skipped over to Gerard's room, knocking on the door rapidly.
Gerard threw it open. "What?" he asked, voice irritated.
Frank paused. "Did I wake you up?"
"A little bit," Gerard said, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "What do you want, kid?"
Frank smiled. "I passed my midterm."
"Woohoo. Congratulations," Gerard said, unenthused. "I'm going back to bed," he told him, beginning to shut the door.
"Wait, wait, wait," Frank threw his arm out to stop Gerard from shutting the door.
"What?"
"Don't you remember what I promised you?"
Gerard thought for a minute. "No?"
"That night. On the car. When you, you know, blew me?" Frank said.
"Which time?"
Frank blushed slightly. "The first time."
Gerard smiled. "Oh yeah, that time. When you refused to blow me."
"Yes, do you remember what I said?"
Gerard's smile widened and he grabbed the collar of Frank's shirt, dragging him into his room. "Get your ass in here, kid."
"So. How's your brother doing?"
"Goddammit, Frank, stop asking about Gerard! If you want to talk to him, go talk to him, for fuck's sake," Mikey sighed, flinging the remote across the room to hit Frank in the arm.
Frank looked at the remote before picking it up and setting it on the coffee table. "We don't talk," he sighed, looking down.
"I don't want to know what you do then. You're down there all the damn time," Mikey said. "Always."
"I'm not abandoning you, Mikey, if that's what you're implying. I just. I need his help to pass just this semester. Then I'm going to drop it. But I paid for the class and I'm not going to fail it because that's money out of my pocket," Frank said.
Mikey nodded. "I know. He just. He talks about you a lot."
Frank's head snapped up. "He. He talks about me?"
He nodded again. "Asks when you're coming over. If you're going to be staying for dinner. Stuff like that, I guess," Mikey said. "Are you two friends?"
"No."
"Are you...more than?" he asked quietly.
Frank sighed.
"I hear things, Frank. I'm not an idiot. I see them, too. I see the marks on you, on him. You can tell me if something's going on," Mikey said.
"I just. We're not. We're not more than. We just. Do things," he said awkwardly. "He's crazy. He's ridiculous. He's an asshole. He never says anything nice about anyone, unless it's himself. He's selfish and self-centered and possessive as hell. And he always has to be right," he ranted. "Why the hell would I want to be with someone like that?"
Mikey shrugged. "I don't know. If you hate him that much, why do you...do 'things' with him?"
Frank pursed his lips. "I know you don't want to hear this but. The hatred makes it so hot. Like. I hate him. And he hates me. And when we kiss, it's like. Fucking explosive. It's ridiculous and it makes me crazy that he has that strong of an effect over me. I seriously get weak in my stupid short knees when he touches me and I hate it because he knows, he knows, how my body reacts to his touch. I hate it. I hate him."
Mikey cringed slightly. "I don't. I don't want to hear about that."
"You asked," Frank said.
"I didn't ask for detail."
"That's not detail. I can give you detail if you want it--"
"No. No, I don't," Mikey said, picking up the remote and turning to a different channel. "I think he likes you."
Frank froze. "No. He doesn't."
"He does, Frank, I really think he does. He might not want to or you might not want him to but he does. He lights up when I say your name or when you're here for dinner. I mean, I love my brother and I love you. And I want both of you happy. And if you make him happy or vice versa, then that's okay. Just. Make up your mind," Mikey said.
"There's nothing to make up my mind about. He's helping me with my art, that's all."
"No, that's not all, Frank. It's there. It's always been there. I can see it. He's realizing it. Maybe it'll just take some time for you to realize it, too."
Frank sighed. "No. There's no way Gerard likes me. Just. Don't say that again."
Mikey rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
"If this is a self-portrait, why do you need my help?" Gerard asked, leaning a hand against the doorframe.
Frank shrugged. "Because you see me more than I see myself. And I need someone to hold the mirror."
"I'm not holding a mirror."
"Then find another way to help me. Move please," Frank said, ducking under Gerard's arm and walking into the room that he'd seen more times in the past three months than his own.
Gerard turned to see Frank sitting on his bed, kicking off his shoes, and getting comfortable.
"Ugh, why are you listening to this shit? If we're going to listen to something loud, can it at least be something good? Like Black Flag? Please?" Frank said, disgusted.
"Who the hell are you to insult what I listen to?" Gerard asked, however he changed CD's anyway.
Frank looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you."
"Stop smiling or I'll punch you," he groaned, sitting next to Frank and pulling out a comic from under his pillow.
"You wouldn't hit my beautiful face, you jackass. Don't threaten if you won't do," Frank said, pulling out his sketchbook and a pencil. "Um. Do you have a mirror?"
Gerard pointed to the one attached to his dresser.
"Um. A different one?"
He rolled his eyes. "No."
"Then how am I supposed to do a self-portrait if I can't see myself?" Frank asked.
"Use a picture."
"I don't carry a picture of myself around with me."
"What about your license?"
Frank laughed. "That? Hell no. That picture of me sucks."
"They all do."
"Asshole."
Gerard sighed. "Fine." He moved to kneel on the floor and he dug under his bed for a minute before re-emerging with a Polaroid in his hand and he handed it to Frank. "Here."
Frank looked down at the picture, surprised to see Gerard's face next to his own. He didn't recognize the background though. "When was this taken?"
"Your last birthday," Gerard said,
"Why do you have this?"
He shrugged. "Mikey gave it to me. I didn't have the heart to tell him I didn't want it."
"Why do you still have it?"
"Because my brother gave it to me," Gerard repeated. "And I knew it'd hurt him if I threw it away."
"Wow."
"What?"
"You do care about someone other than yourself," Frank said, smiling softly.
"Of course I do, you jackass. He's my family."
"Well, thank you," Frank said, lodging the picture between the back pages of his sketchbook so he could see it easily.
Gerard shrugged. "Yeah."
After two hours of endless sketching, erasing, and shading, Frank set his pencil down. "This sucks. It doesn't even look like me."
Gerard set aside his comic and scooted closer to Frank, looking at the sketch. "It does. Just. Not in proportion. Your eyes are a little wider, your lips fuller," Gerard said, taking the pencil from him and sketching light lines around the areas he mentioned so it'd be easier for Frank to fix.
Frank didn't even looking at his drawing, he kept his eyes on Gerard's face, his eye lashes, his cheekbones. "I don't want to sketch anymore, Gerard," he told him quietly.
Gerard nodded, setting the pencil down. "What do you want to do then?" he asked, looking up at him, not the least bit surprised that Frank had been watching him instead of the drawing.
Frank closed his sketchbook, setting it aside and he pushed Gerard back against the bed, crawling on top of him and straddling his hips. He leaned down, barely brushing their lips together before he kissed the side of Gerard's jaw, leading up to his ear. He ran his tongue up the shell of Gerard's ear, smiling to himself when it caused the same reaction as usual-- Gerard's hip instantly arching up into Frank, a loud moan escaping his lips.
Frank ran a hand between their bodies, slowly stroking Gerard through his jeans as his lips, tongue, and teeth worked Gerard's throat. Gerard's hands slid up the back of Frank's thighs, settling on his ass. Frank moaned, biting down harder on his neck involuntarily, causing Gerard to jerk up again. Frank moved his hand, slowly moving their hips together, as he kissed his way up Gerard's neck and to his lips.
There was nothing soft or slow about it, it was harsh and fast and lips and teeth and tongue. Nothing kind or gentle. One of Gerard's hands fisted in Frank's hair, the other wrapping around his waist, holding their lower halves together. Frank sat up slightly, pressing himself down harder against Gerard, nails digging into Gerard's upper arms, as his mouth fell open. Gerard moved his hand from Frank's waist to his pants, hurriedly unzipping them and shoving his hand inside. The minute his fingers wrapped around his erection, Frank came with a loud moan.
Gerard wiped his hand off on Frank's jeans, tugging him back down for a kiss when there was a knock at his door.
"Gerard!"
He groaned, not saying a word and forcing his tongue between Frank's lips, who tried to pull away.
"Gerard-- The door--" Frank whimpered against his lips. "We gotta-- Stop--"
"No stopping," Gerard said, shaking his head and biting at Frank's lip ring.
"Gerard! Open the damn door! I know you're in there!"
"Go away, Mikey!" he yelled, head falling back into the pillow. "Fuck-- So--"
The door swung open. "Why the hell didn't you-- Oh my God!" The door slammed shut and Frank hid his face in Gerard's chest.
"I hate my little brother," Gerard groaned, arching up against Frank who slowly climbed off of him.
"I gotta go," Frank said quietly.
"What?" Gerard sat up. "Why?"
Frank rolled his eyes. "Because of that! He's my best friend and your brother who just walked in on us...doing dirty things!"
"So?"
"So I have to go," Frank said, fixing his pants and hair, sliding on his shoes.
"You're just gonna leave without getting me off?"
He nodded. "Yes." He leaned in, kissing him quickly, pulling away when Gerard moved to deepen it. "I owe you." Frank grabbed his sketchbook, not noticing the picture of him and Gerard falling out, and he opened the door, muttering an apology to Mikey without looking at him, and he ran up the stairs.
Mikey looked back into his brother's room to see Gerard glaring at him. "I'm. Sorry. Mom just. She asked me to come down before she had to and. I'm sorry. I. My eyes burn."
Gerard rolled his eyes, picking up a new pair of pants and he pushed Mikey out of his way. "I'm going to shower. Hopefully you won't interrupt that."
"What are you doing with him, Gee?"
Gerard stopped. "Mikey. I just want to shower. I'm going to die if I don't."
"He's my best friend."
"I know."
"He doesn't think you care about him."
Gerard sighed. "I don't."
"Liar."
"Gerard's not home, Frank. I lied because I knew you'd avoid me if not," Mikey said the minute he opened the door.
Frank winced. "I can't believe I fell for that," he muttered, turning to walk away.
Mikey reached out and grabbed his arm. "You've been avoiding me for two weeks, Frank. I think it's time we talked about this. Gerard and I have moved on, so I think we can, too."
"He's your brother-- You kind of have to move on."
Mikey sighed. "Look. Let's just. Agree that it was an awkward situation, one I never want to walk in on again, and leave it at that."
"That's it?"
"Yes," Mikey said. "Frank, you're my best friend. I wouldn't not be friends with you just because you're with my brother."
"I'm not with him," Frank said, moving to sit on the porch swing.
Mikey walked over and sat down next to him. "What do you mean?"
"It's just sex to him," he said quietly.
"Is it more to you?"
"I don't know," Frank said. "I mean, it started out as just that. I mean, it was a good time. It was fun. And now," he sighed. "I don't know. He's changed, a bit. And it's made me think about this in a whole different light."
Mikey nodded. "What kind of light?"
"In the I-think-I'm-falling-for-your-brother light."
"Woah."
Frank sighed. "Yeah. I'm an idiot. I know, okay? He's the most emotionally unavailable person I've ever met. He's just..."
"I know what you mean."
He nodded. "That. And I can't stop it."
"I wouldn't want you to, Frank. You've gotta talk to him about it."
Frank laughed. "Wow. You're funny."
Mikey rolled his eyes. "This isn't a joke, Frank. I wasn't kidding when I said I could tell he liked you. I know he does. You just. If you talk to him about it, you both can profess your undying love for one another and live happily ever after."
"There's no happily ever after with Gerard, Mikey. Not for me. He can't stand me."
"He acts that way about everyone. He spends more time with you than anyone else."
"Because we're sleeping together and he wants more action," Frank sighed.
"Don't do that, Frank. You know that's not true."
Frank rolled his eyes. "You don't know that. He treats me like shit half the time, unless I'm getting him off. That's all he cares about."
"I don't believe that, Frank."
"You don't have to. I know it's the truth."
"If you say so."
Frank nodded. "Yeah, well. I'm gonna go. I have a paper to write for English. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay."
"Bye, Mikes," Frank said, standing up, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking back down to his car.
Mikey shook his head, walking back inside to see Gerard standing against the window that was behind the porch swing. "Were you. Were you eavesdropping?"
Gerard nodded sadly.
"What's up?"
"He's wrong, you know. I don't just care about the sex. I mean, sure, it's fucking amazing. But it's not all I care about," Gerard told him quietly.
"You mean. You-- You...care about him?" Mikey asked, surprised.
"I never said that. I just. I just said it wasn't all about sex," Gerard said. "And. Dammit. Yes. I do. Okay? I do care about him."
Mikey smiled. "You have to tell him that!"
Gerard sighed. "No, I don't."
"No, you do! Didn't you hear how sad he sounded? He thinks you don't care at all."
"He also said I treat him like shit. And I do. I don't even notice I'm doing it, but I am," he told him. "He won't believe me if I tell him."
"So...show him," Mikey suggested.
"It's not that easy. I can't just kiss him and say I care-- That's not me," Gerard said.
"You have to find a way to tell him, Gerard. If not, he's gonna cut this whole thing off because it's killing him inside, I can tell. You have to find a way to fix this and you have to fix it quick. Because I don't like seeing my best friend, or my brother, hurting," Mikey said.
Gerard nodded. "I know. I'll. I'll find a way."
When Frank heard the doorbell ring, he sighed. It was his only Friday night off he'd had in a long time and he just wanted to figure out a way to finish his final assignment for his art class. He set his sketchbook aside and walked down the stairs to open the front door, surprised when he saw Gerard standing there.
"Hi."
"How did you know where I live?" Frank asked.
Gerard shifted from foot to foot. "I asked Mikey. Can I come in?"
"Um. Sure," Frank said, stepping aside and letting Gerard in.
"So where's your room?"
Frank sighed. "Upstairs."
"Cool," he muttered carelessly before walking up the stairs.
Frank followed him closely. "What are you doing?"
Gerard shrugged, locating Frank's room and stepping in, looking around. "I like your room."
"Um. Thanks?"
"You're welcome," Gerard said, sitting on Frank's bed and picking up his sketchbook. "What's your latest assignment?"
"It's my final, basically," Frank said.
"What is it?" he repeated.
Frank sighed, flushing slightly. "Nude portrait. I just. Haven't been able to find someone to sketch. I mean, it's not easy to go up to someone and say, 'hey, can you take off your clothes? I need to draw someone naked,' you know?"
Gerard nodded, standing up and peeling his shirt off.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'll be your model," Gerard said, working on his pants and laying down. "How do you want me?"
Frank flushed at his statement. "Um. You don't-- You don't have to do this."
"I know. But I want to."
"Oh. Um. Then just. Like. Lay down. But not like Titanic lay down. Just. Wait, no. Lean against the wall, like, sit up against it, and just get comfortable," Frank rambled,
Gerard nodded, getting comfortable against the wall. "So when is this due?"
Frank shrugged. "A few days," he said, leaning over Gerard to adjust the white sheet over him, draping it carelessly across his thighs and waist.
"Covering me up so you don't jump my hot bones?" he joked.
"Sure."
"You're uncomfortable," Gerard noted.
Frank shrugged again, retrieving his computer chair and sitting on it, propping his sketchbook on his knee.
"Why? You've seen me naked before."
"Not naked. Half-naked. Waist up and a bit of your...area naked. Not full naked," Frank corrected, his cheeks flushing slightly as he started sketching the first lines.
"Well--"
"Can you not talk? Please?" he asked quietly. "I like quiet when I work."
Gerard nodded, reaching over to pick up one of Frank's books from his bed and idly flipping through it.
"Stop moving or bring the book into the pose, please," Frank said.
"Kay," Gerard told him, dragging the book onto his lap and incorporating it into the pose. "Better?"
Frank looked up at him, his hair falling into his eyes. He nodded. "Yeah."
Gerard flipped to another page, barely reading over any of it. He heard Frank mutter and curse under his breath and he looked up to see him erasing something on the page. Gerard nearly asked him what was wrong, but he decided against it. After another hour or so passed, he heard Frank sigh.
"Done."
"Yeah?"
"Yes," Frank said, looking it over and smiling. "I mean, there's a bit of fine tuning but other than that. It's done."
"Is it any good?" Gerard asked.
"I think so."
Gerard set the book aside, wrapping the sheet around his waist, and he walked over to where Frank was sitting, leaning over his shoulder. "Wow. It's really good," Gerard said honestly.
Frank looked up at him. "Yeah?"
Gerard smiled down at him, his hair brushing against Frank's cheek. "Yeah. It's awesome. You've really gotten a hang of this whole art thing."
Frank smiled. "Thanks but, uh. I'm dropping this major at the end of the semester."
"Why's that?"
"Because I'm not really that good-- Not as you as you, anyway," he started.
"Yeah, but I've been drawing my whole life, over ten years seriously. You can't just learn that in a few months."
"I know," Frank said, signing the page and setting his book aside, standing up and popping his beck. "It's just. It's not something I really wanted to do anyway," he admitted, sitting down on his bed.
Gerard nodded, moving to sit down next to him. "What did you want to do?"
He shrugged. "I didn't know then and you--" He laughed. "You walked up the stairs all...covered in paint and gorgeous and I just. That's why I chose it. Because I thought you looked really sexy covered in paint," he told him. "It's a stupid idea, now that I look back."
"But. It got us to where we are today," Gerard told him.
Frank laughed bitterly and rolled his eyes. "And where exactly are we, Gerard? Nowhere."
"That's not true."
"Yes, it is. We are nowhere and we're going nowhere. So just. Thank you for your help and all but I don't need it anymore."
"I overheard you and my brother talking that day," Gerard admitted. "I overheard it all. And I've been trying to find a way to tell you what I want to say. But I haven't found the right way. So maybe there isn't one."
"To tell me what?" Frank asked, curious.
Gerard sighed. "It's not just about sex for me. I mean. It started out that way, it did. We both knew that. But. I mean, it changed. For me. A lot. It became less about the sex and more about just...being around you. Noticing the small things about you that used to bug me but now I really kind of like. It's about the way your hair falls into your face when you're working, or how you mutter and curse whenever you mess up a drawing. It's about how you smile when I tell you that it looks good and you've done a good job. It's about. Rambling about things potentially embarrassing but hoping you don't use it against me," he finished, looking sideways at Frank. "So?"
Frank bit at his lip. "I don't. I don't know what to say."
"Say you care about me, too. But only if you mean it."
"I do, you know," he said. "And I do mean it. I just. You're so damn annoying sometimes, I didn't know how to say it."
Gerard smiled slightly. "So. We're good?"
"Kind of."
He frowned. "Kind of?"
"I think I deserve an apology kiss."
"Apology kiss for what?"
"Getting all naked and hot up in here while I'm trying to work," Frank said. "It was pretty hot."
Gerard smiled, leaning over and kissing the side of Frank's face. "There."
"Doesn't count! A real kiss!" Frank told him.
"When are your parents coming home?" Gerard asked quietly, lips hovering over Frank's.
"Sunday night. They're gone for the weekend," he whispered.
He grinned. "Good deal. I have the whole weekend to have my way with you."
Frank smiled. "I like the sound of that."
Gerard moved his hands to Frank's waist, grabbing the hem of his shirt. "Then this must be off because it will be in the way of...my way. The one I want to have with you.," he rambled.
He laughed, helping Gerard remove his shirt and he tossed it aside.
"You know. I'm still bitter Mikey interrupted us last time," Gerard told him, moving a hand down to his pants and unzipping them.
Frank lifted his hips off the bed, pushing his jeans out of the way. "Don't bring up your brother during times like this."
Gerard nodded, "okay," he agreed, running his fingertips over Frank's hips, the soft skin where hip met thigh. "You really are beautiful."
"When I don't talk?"
"Especially when you don't talk," Gerard smiled, "but still beautiful even when you do."
Frank smiled, laying back against his bed and pulling Gerard with him. "How about we don't talk anymore?
"Best idea you've ever had. Well, besides the art thing," he said.
Frank grabbed the sheet around Gerard's waist, undoing it and pushing it aside. He slid his hands down Gerard's pale, smooth back, and he leaned up to brush their lips together. Gerard rolled over, pulling Frank with him, moving his hands to his hair so he could deepen the kiss. Frank ran his hands down Gerard's side, holding onto his hips as he rocked against him. Their lips parted just slightly, Gerard breathing heavily.
"Frank-- I--"
"No time for foreplay," Frank said quickly. "I-- How--"
"Fuck me, Frank."
Frank froze. "Wh-- You sure?"
Gerard nodded, pressing his lips to the base of Frank's neck. "Really sure. Really, really sure. Just. Quick."
"Okay. Yeah, okay," Frank said. He stretched as far as he could under his bed, pulling out a half empty bottle of lube and spreading it on his fingers. He situated himself between Gerard's legs, slowly sliding a finger into him. "Good?"
"Frank? I've done this before," he said, pushing back against his fingers, "quite often on my own recently, since you stopped coming by. So. Get a move on," he smiled slightly.
Frank laughed under his breath, instantly pushing two more fingers in. Gerard moaned, his back arched, and he dug his fingers into Frank's arm. Frank pressed them in deeper, causing another moan to spill from his lips. Gerard moved down against them, trying to get him to move faster, deeper, and Frank pulled away slightly each time. Gerard whimpered, whispering encouraging things into Frank's ear in an attempt to get him to move quicker-- It didn't work.
"Mean," Gerard mumbled.
"You love it," Frank smiled, kissing Gerard's neck. He pulled away and sat up, removing his fingers from inside Gerard. He grabbed the bottle of lube, preparing to spread more on his fingers when Gerard took the bottle away from him, spreading some on his own fingers. He wrapped his hands around Frank's erection, causing his head to lull back, a gasp escaping his lips. Gerard smiled to himself and moved his hands, wiping the excess on Frank's bed sheets. Frank hit Gerard's arm lightly, scowling at him. "Now who's mean?"
"No talking," he said, wrapping his legs around Frank's waist and pulling him closer.
Frank nodded, grabbing Gerard's hips and pushing in fully in one swift thrust. Gerard's lips parted in a silent scream, eyes screwing shut. His legs tightened around Frank's waist as he began to move inside of him, deeper with each thrust. One of Gerard's hands gripped the sheets by his head, his knuckles turning white from holding it so hard. His other hand slid up Frank's back, sliding over each vertebrae in his spine; he hit his spot again, Gerard moaned.
"Frank-- I--"
"Not yet, Gee, not yet," Frank whispered, leaning down to press his lips to the center of Gerard's chest. His hand moved from Gerard's hip to his erection, fingers wrapping around it tightly. He moved his hands slowly, in time with his hips, focusing solely on the man beneath him. His eyes landed on Gerard's, who kept pushing back against him.
"Frank--"
"Now, Gee."
"Oh, God--"
"I need to wash my sheets."
Gerard laughed.
"No, I do! You wiped the lube all over them," Frank said, pouting slightly.
Gerard kissed the side of his face. "You'll be fine."
"But the stain will set in!"
"You're adorable."
Frank stopped talking about the sheets and smiled up at Gee. "Yeah? Even though I'm talking?"
Gerard laughed again. "I almost wish I never said that."
"No, it's good you did. Your insult initiated our first kiss," he smiled.
"I'm sorry, you know. If anything I ever said hurt you."
Frank shrugged. "I get over things like that quickly."
"But you shouldn't've had to, not because of me," Gerard told him.
Frank scooted up the length of Gerard's body. "Hey. Really. It's fine. It was fun. You insulted me, I insulted you, we'd make out and do it all over again the next day."
"No more insults now, kay? Just making out and sketching. Wake up and do it all over again the next day," he said.
He smiled. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Um. Okay, I'm not good at asking this but--"
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Of course I'll be your boyfriend," Frank said, smiling widely.
"That's not what I was going to ask."
Frank's face fell. "Oh."
"I'm kidding," Gerard smiled. "Of course I was gonna ask that."
Frank laughed. "You're so mean to me."
"You love it, kid. You love it."
[x] This is my baby. Be gentle. For Alyssuh. I hope you all liked it. It only took me two days to finish since I worked my ass off so I really hope you all like it. Because I worked hard. And my self-esteem is fragile, haha. Thank you. <3
