Chapter Six.
"What was that about?" smiled Gerard, looking at a blushing Mikey.
"Nothing, I think he's just drunk." Mikey replied, not looking at his older brother.
"Okay, sure. Well I think we'd better get Frank and Ray to bed."
Mikey and Gerard managed to pull Frank up the stairs and put him in bed. Ray stumbled slowly behind, tripping on every other step on the way up and laughing at nothing.
"Ray there's enough space in my room if you wanna stay in here?" asked Mikey.
"Ah thanks Mikes." Ray replied, leaning over to hug him. However, instead of this, he landed head first into the door frame. He laughed and finally managed to open the door and disappear inside.
Mikey shook his head and laughed; his gaze then returned to Gerard, "Keep an eye on him. I mean, neither of us knows what he's like on drugs. " Mikey knew that Gerard liked Frank; this was his way of helping his brother out a little.
Gerard smiled, he knew what is brother was up to. "Night."
"Night." Mikey replied.
Gerard settled into his soft, musky smelling double bed and lit one more spliff. He sat there just taking in Frank's smell. It was hard to determine what it was, but he liked it anyway. He also liked the way he could feel Frank moving about next to him. Just knowing he was there, even though he was drugged and drunk, was enough to make Gerard feel safe. He finished his spliff and stubbed it out on his window ledge. Gerard felt movement at about four in the morning. Frank's arm had wrapped itself around Gee's waist. What the fuck? Thought Gerard, slowly moving the smaller man's arm, Frank stirred slightly and moved it back.
What's he doing? Does he know it's me? Wait, he's still drunk, he probably doesn't mean it. I'll wake him up. But he looks so cute, maybe I should just enjoy it? Why are you talking to yourself again Gerard? Just shut up.
After Gerard's little internal monologue, he decided that he'd enjoy the fact that Frank's arm was round him, even if he didn't realise he was doing it.
He slowly snuggled into Frank's chest, taking in the smell of alcohol, weed and some other unrecognisable smells that hung on the other man's body. That's when he felt Frank shuffle.
Oh fuck. He knows I've moved. Urgh. Gerard cringed and was suddenly aware of feeling embarrassed, he liked Frank, he didn't want to fuck things up with him and now they were in the same bed, huddled up together like it was the usual thing to do with someone you've only known for a few days. However, Frank's shuffle wasn't him moving away, he'd moved closer and further down the bed, he was now facing Gerard directly. Gerard could smell whiskey and smoke on Frank's breath, it wasn't unpleasant to him.
Fuck it, I'm gonna kiss him. I don't even care. I'll say I had a few more beers before bed and I'm still drunk. I'll apologise and everything will be fine, we'll laugh it off. This is probably the only chance you'll get. Urgh! again with the talking to yourself, do it!
Gerard quickly pressed his lips on Frank's. What he wasn't expecting was a kiss back. It felt so good but wrong. Frank was actually kissing him back. Gerard felt Frank's hand move from his waist to the back of his head, pulling him in closer.
He started using his tongue; Frank's tongue was actually flicking slowly across Gerard's. It was amazing. Gerard could feel his boxers growing tighter. It was getting unbearable. He was gonna have to take them off if Frank kept going.
However, Frank wasn't stopping, he was kissing Gerard Way and he could feel him shuffling around, trying to find a comfortable position to take some pressure off his dick.
Frank broke from the kiss; he let Gerard readjust himself then pulled him closer, kissing him again. First the lips, then down his neck. The next thing Frank's mouth met was Gerard's collarbone. He sucked at it gently, his free hand was on Gerard's lower back and it was slowly descending.
I'm getting too far into this, this isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this, I just wanted to kiss him and now he's all over me. Ahh it feels sooo good. No! Make him stop Gerard!
"Frank," Gerard pulled away from Frank, lightly tugging his hair in the hope it would pull him off, "Frank, stop. I can't do this, I don't feel right." Frank slowed and reluctantly stopped; he'd made it to Gerard's chest and wanted to advance further downwards.
"What's wrong?" Frank slurred, propping himself up on his elbows to look at Gerard.
"I don't know I'm just not sure about this. I mean, I like you but I wasn't ready for this, and besides you won't remember it in the morning." Gerard replied in a serious tone.
"Wait, you like me?" asked Frank, rolling onto his back.
"Well obviously. I've just kissed you. I've liked you since we met in Ray's store that day. I thought you were interesting; you inspired me to keep painting. I wasn't expecting things to happen this quickly though." said Gerard.
"I've liked you since then as well. Why didn't we tell each other?" laughed Frank, suddenly feeling sober and a little embarrassed.
"I dunno. I mean, I know I've kinda had a thing for guys for a while now but I wasn't sure if I had proper feelings for you. Tonight was my chance to see what I really felt." Gerard replied.
"And you know now?" asked Frank, finding Gee's hand and interlocking their fingers.
Gerard didn't reply, he simply sighed and started playing with Frank's fingers.
"Tell me? I wanted to find out my proper feelings for you too." Frank said finally.
"Well we should probably sleep on it. I mean we've both had too much alcohol and drugs. I don't think it would change my feelings but my head and my thoughts would be more organised."
"Suppose," said Frank, feeling a little uneasy. He really hoped Gerard felt the same and now he had to wait.
"Night." Frank kissed Gerard on the cheek and turned away.