Gerard rolls over, flicks a piece of lint off his pillow. Frank left an hour ago. He needed to go home for some things at his place- Mistapes Gerard "needed to listen too", milk- because Gerard had none, and an iron. Frank wanted to iron Gerard's pants. Thoughts reel inside Gerard's mind; the way Frank picked at his nailpolish during the scary parts of an old fashioned horror flick, the way his breath felt when i rolled across Gerard's skin in the morning, the way Frank almost compulsively chewed the skin around his fingernails. He missed that already. The doorbell reang; Frank softly closed the door behind him, smiling. Gerard is- he's stung. He feels like his whole body is blanketed in bee stings. He hurts with longing. He wants Frank's clothes to be off already. On the floor, on the counter, in the closet, he couldn't care less. He looks up from his sketchbook and snatches Frank's gaze. Then his sketchbook is thrown to the floor, simply discarded. Frank's already taking off his hoodie hastily. Their lips are tentative at first, but then desire kicks in, and all caution is disregarded, not unlike Gerard's sketchbook. Their tongues intertwine, and wrestle together. All Gerard wants in that moment is Frank. He knows that sounds bad, wanting Frank more than success, more than his family, more than coffee. But he does. He wants to rip his own clothes off. And Frank's. Frank's first though. Kisses are everywhere. Gerard wants to count them; to assure himself they're real, coutable objects of Frank's seemingly impossible affection. But he loses count. His mind is smoke- It's all volatile. Gerard can't distinguish real reality from he and Frank's reality. The constant sense of belonging. It's those mornings, waking up to the only man he'll ever love, that he can feel inspiration tugging at the corners of him. Ones that were already peeling; frayed. That song pulls his metaphoric sleeve, begging to be released onto paper. Gerard realises suddenly that Frank is undressing him. And he's subconciously undressing Frank. Is that bad? That it's almost routine for them to attack each other with passion the moment they set foot in the apartment. Gerard pulls his face away from Frank's searching for something he's already found. Forever love.