Stop And Stare (Part Two)
Gerard didn't respond for moment, his thought track flinging itself out the window the moment Frank leant closer and connected their lips, but he quickly closes his eyes and pushes gently into the kiss, hand cupping Frank's cheek. Frank's tounge slips across Gerard's lower lip, and Gerard squeaks quietly, opening his mouth and meeting Frank's tounge with his own.
When they break apart, panting a little from the lack of air, they stare at eachother silently. Frank didn't feel fireworks or sparks, or any of that shit, he just felt Gerard, and that was enough for him.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Gerard murmurs softly, thumb running over Frank's lips and Frank doesn't say anything for a few minutes. Frank hadn't told Gerard because he was scared. Scared of rejection, scared of humiliation, scared that Gerard and Mikey wouldn't want to be his friends anymore, scared that the whole school would find out and everything would just get worse, for him and for Gerard. But he wasn't exactly going to spill all that stupid shit to Gerard, so he just replied;
"I didn't know you liked me too,"
"Well," Gerard said with a smile. "I do, so,"
"Yeah, but you might not have,"
"But I do, okay? So, y'know, shut up and kiss me," And Frank did.
Frank was sent home the next week, Dr Bryar must've had enough of Frank's constant complaining, but it didn't matter if that was the reason because Frank spent all the time he could with Gerard, whether that was talking or making-out, but admittedly mostly making-out. Not that he minded, though, because it was Gerard. Frank was quiet as his mom drove home, staring blankly at the rain through the window, ignoring the small ache in his ribcage. The sky had turned grey and Frank thought he could hear thunder rumbling quietly in the distance. He jumped when his phone buzzed in his lap.
'mikey wnts u 2 come rnd 2nite. movies n video games!' Frank grinned as he read the text, knowing Mikey had gotten hold of Gerard's phone. Mikey never had credit.
'sure. b there whn i can.' He rests his forehead against the cool window, sighing as the car pulled into the drive. He got out and went straight up to his room, freshening up and eating before kissing his mom on the cheek and leaving for the Way's.
The door was open before he could even knock and Frank was pulled into a hug, Frank was guessing Mikey, because when he hugged back, their frame was skinny as fuck. He flinched slightly, but breathed through the jab of pain.
"Hey, Mikes," Frank grins as he pulls away, letting Mikey usher him into the living room where Ray was playing on the Xbox, all his concentration on the T.V screen. "Where's Gee?"
"Basement," Mikey says, rolling his eyes, but gives Frank a smile, letting him know that he wasn't bothered. Frank slips out into the hall, quietly walking down the stairs and tapping on the basement door, knowing Gerard hated it when people just walked in.
"I mean, what if I was naked!" Gerard had exclaimed, using his hands to to exaggerate. "That would just be fucking embarrassing." And Frank had just cracked up, finally able to laugh without really hurting himself.
Frank smiles as he remembers, shaking his head before knocking again, louder so that Gerard could hear. He probably had headphones in or something. A few minutes pass and Frank sighs, deciding he didn't care if Gerard was naked, and pushes on the door handle, opening the door to reveal an Gerard-less room.
"Oh." Frank says stupidly, biting his lip. He waits a few moments, looking around the room as if Gerard was going to appear out of nowhere. Obviously he didn't. He shrugs, turning around and making his way back up the stairs. "Mikey," Frank shouts, nearing the top of the stairs. "He's not in his-" He stops when his pathway clashes with - well, no surprise - Gerard's. "Found him.." Frank says almost awkwardly, casting a quick smile.
"I didn't know we were playing Hide and Seek," Gerard says with a grin and Frank giggles. "Hey, Mikey, count to ten, then come find us!" He says loudly before grabbing Frank's hand, ignoring Mikey's what, I can't hear you?'s, and practically jumping the stairs. Frank tries not to trip, to which he succeeds.
"Gerard-" Frank starts when he shuts the bedroom door, but Gerard shuts him up with a kiss.
"Be quiet," He whispers, tugging Frank over to the closet and pulling on his arm so they were both inside, closing the door behind himself. Frank finds the wall and follows it to the corner, sitting down in the darkness. He hears Gerard's breathy, silent laugh and smiles, trying to figure out whereabouts he was in the confined space.
"Gee," Frank mutters, just loud enough for him to hear, flinching when his foot hits a box loudly. "Why are we in here?" There's silence, and Frank just shrugs it off, it's not like it bothers him that much. Though, he jumps when he feels a warm breath on his cheek. He can almost see a faint outline of Gerard's face, his teeth are easier to see as he smiles.
"Because." Because? Fucking really? Frank bites his lip, thinking.
"Because what?" Frank questions, squinting, but it doesn't improve his sight.
"Just because, Frankie." Frank sighs, rolling his eyes in the darkness and Gerard giggles. "C'mere," He murmurs, hand holding the back of the smaller boy's head as he covers Frank's lips with his own. Frank hums, hands grabbing for Gerard's shirt to pull him closer, and Gerard does just that, climbing over him to straddle Frank's thighs.
Frank emerges from the basement not long later, clothes and hair slightly rumpled. Ray gives him a look, smirking. Him and Gerard hadn't even done anything, it was just making-out and maybe a little touchy-feely, but c'mon. Frank shakes his head at Ray, quickly trying to fix the creases before Mikey saw - he was busy glued to the T.V. Gerard appears in the doorway looking like the perfect, innocent, little fuck that he totally wasn't. He was the one who'd dragged Frank into the closet. Gerard just gives Frank a sly smirk, and Frank narrows his eyes, knowing the evidence of their games was still very, very visible on himself. Frank and Ray leave an hour or so later after Mikey practically disowns Gerard for "stealing my best friends innocence, you fuck-face". Gerard shrugs it off claiming they didn't even do anything, which was true, but Frank couldn't help but blush.
It's weird when Frank eventually goes back to school, whenever he passes the jocks in the corridor, they either turn and stare or fucking run, Frank kept a mental tally to amuse himself. He eventually found out why after John had run off for the sixth time that week, though not before Frank notices the bruising around his right eye.
"Dude, is that a fucking black eye?" Frank had asks, eyebrows raised at Gerard and Ray. Ray held his hands up defensively.
"Wasn't me, man." Ray states before he slips away to find Mikey.
"Gee?" Gerard shrugs like it's nothing, but to Frank it's totally something. "Gerard, you can't just go round hitting people who fucking hit me."
"Well, I did, so," Gerard smirks a little, knowing Frank wouldn't get angry anyway. "I kinda owe you anyways and nobody's gunna start a fight with me, c'mon."
"But-" Frank stutters, closing his eyes for a moment. "Okay, fine, thankyou, but you shouldn't have," Gerard smiles and laces his hand with Franks, tugging him along slightly to follow Ray. "The purple totally brings out the green in his eyes though," Frank decides, and Gerard practially snorts.
"Can't say I disagree."