Smoke trails from Gerard's cigarette, and he picks out shapes in it. He doesn't know why. Maybe to pass the time. The light turns green and Gerard accelerates towards home- his apartment/studio thing. He's deathly tired. Gerard knows he shouldn't be driving, but there he is. Driving. He's almost home, thought. He takes another drag on his cigarette, flicking the ashes casually out his window. Gerard pulls into the parking space in front of his building, grabbing his bag of shiny new art supplies, and locks the door behind him. He stops in the middle of the walk, blinks four times, and turns around. He wants to go to Frank's. Frank went home last night a little pissed. Gerard wanted to go to New York today, while Frank wanted to stay home and watch movies. Gerard decided he's kip New York and stay home with Frank, because he liked making Frank happy. His breath turned to clouds in the cold air, freezing his already-chapped lips. It was seriously cold outside. Like, fucking frigid. He pulls his numerous scarves closer around him, futilely trying to block out the bitter wind. In the apartment building, Gerard waves to the dude at the counter, murmuring an explanation for the visit. The man just smiled and went back to his magazine. Gerard walked up the stairs (all 56 of them) toward Frank's apartment. He knocked on his door (third on the left) and turned the doorknob. He shut the door behind him and Frank looked up from the couch.
"Oh. Hi."
"Um, hey. Sorry I was kind of a dick last night."
"um, yeah. You kind of were. A little bit."
Gerard blinked and sat down next to Frank, grabbing his hand. He looked at the younger boy, mentally photographing Frank's eyes so as to draw them later.
"I...I'm really sorry, Frank. I am." Frank smiled and kissed Gerard's cheek. His body leaned against Gerard's, pushing him down onto the couch. He smiled into a kiss that landed on Gerard's impeccably chapped lips.
"C-can I.. Can I show you some stuff quick?" Gerard stops Frank, puts his hands on his chest and feels his thunderous passionate heartbeat. The essential organ of the man he loves. The younger one simply nodded and sat back to the other end of the couch, chewing his nails contently. Gerard leaned over and rummaged in the bag, pulling out a jar of marvelously shimmery glitter.
"I bought this for you...um." Gerard smiled 's hand lunged from his mouth and snatched the glitter from his lover's hand. Taking it close to his face, he examined it carefully.
"Ge... I-I love it. Thanks. What-um. What should I... Where do I put it?" He stumbled over his words. Loose strands fell around Gerard's face as he nodded toward the kitchen window.
"Over there in the window. The sun will catch it."
Frank cuddled the jar close to his chest and nestled into the crook of Gerard's neck.
"Later." he murmured. Frank, who never really felt safe, was strangely secure there. Gerard gave him a kind of solace he couldn't find anywhere else. It was nice to know he could find comfort in the older boy.
"Holy shit." Frank said suddenly. Gerard's head snapped up, looking at him with concern.
"What? What's Wrong?"
"Nothing. But dude, I know what forever feels like."
"What do you mean?"
"We feel like forever. Like, we're infinite. I feel like we go on forever, y'know?" Frank struggled to find words for this realization.
"Umm, kind of. I... Extrapolate?"
"You and I, when we're together. Even if I'm cranky, or you haven't had your coffee yet and your hair's all messed up, or when I'm tired and you want to stay up: I'm in love with you. No matter how weird and heavy things get, there will always be a home for me. Here. With you. Do you get what I mean? Like, your feelings for me aren't volatile, and nor mine for you."
"Oh. Yeah. Like, kind of constant? Our relationship is constant?" Gerard offered.
"Exactly. You're my constantine." Frank smiled up at his lover, and was finally satisfied with the explanation.