misguided gh0st, thank you. Debwood-1999, I kinda really liked the Skittles lip balm myself. Used to love this peppermint kind grandma got me from Avon. And Gerard doesn't really need the gloss :P Thanks, sweetie. Pop Horror, thank you. I'm sorry. The problem is I'm a Twitter-addict and well, I'm kinda used to using abbreviations and stuff to make it easier. I've changed some of it and will try to avoid doing it. Don't know if it'll help.

Frerard Shots;
Chapter two/ 'Ribbon'
Rated; M / L (eh, nudity)
Set-up; When Gerard is finally "ready" to go out, it isn't what Frank expected.

Frank tapped his foot impatiently. He glanced at the clock again and huffed, pacing and starting to sit before second guessing it. "Dammit, Gee, let's go!"

"I'm almost ready! Just... gimme a second." His lover yelled from their room.

Frank had been waiting on him for what seemed like hours- in reality, it was 20 minutes. Tonight they were supposed to go out, but Gerard was taking longer than the most cliched of high maintenance women. He had even locked the door too to keep Frank out while he took his precious time.

"Gerard! I've gave you all day. I'm starving!"

"Hold on.. ugh. Come help me tie this thing.."

Frank cocked an eyebrow, nearly twitching. "Tie?" He looked down at his jeans, tennis shoes and black hoodie. "I thought we weren't dressing up?"

"Oh, you'll like this. Promise... Never mind. I got it, I think. Frankie?" Gerard purred sweetly. "Come see if I did it right."

Frank groaned, hearing the click of the door unlocking before letting himself in. When he walked in the room he really wanted to be annoyed. Annoyed because Gerard wasn't ready and annoyed because, fuck, they weren't going right now- or probably not even going at all tonight.

But Frank could not be annoyed at all. All he could really do was stare with his mouth agape, tilting his head to the side. And that little "a'guh.." noise he made only served to make Gerard giggle. And Frank flushed, blood rushing south.

Because, see, Gerard wasn't dressed at all. The only thing he bothered to wear was a single red ribbon neatly tied around his dick in a bow.

"So? Wanna unwrap me?" The redhead smiled, biting his bottom lip as he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows.

Frank calmly closed the bedroom door and removed his hoodie. "Yeah, we're going no fucking where tonight."

I started this as a birthday fic for Frank.. but it didn't go any further and I kinda liked it like this and didn't wanna change it so I aborted the birthday fic route. But Frankie gets a nice present anyway, so I doubt he minds :P Yes, it's short, but I liked it. I'll make up for it with the next couple of ones. And they're porn with a bit of plot. & ooh, I actually had Gerard be a redhead.