Huddled in a tight circle in the middle of the living room floor were Bob, Ray and Mikey. All were deep in thought. Bob rested his chin in his palms and bit his lip ring thoughtfully, whilst Ray playing with his hair, and Mikey watched both of them with a grin. Ray finally felt paranoid by Mikey's constant gaze and frowned. "What?" he asked simply, and Mikey shook his head. Bob was interested now. "What? You're hiding something." he pointed out and Mikey's grin widened. Sighing, he took a quick glance around them. "I was just wondering… who would be on top?" he asked, and laughed at how weird that sounded. Bob looked outraged, whereas Ray looked thoughtful. "Mikey! That's your brother, how can you think about that?" Bob asked, and Mikey shrugged. "I was just curious is all. Besides, you told me to tell you… it's not that weird. I mean, they're such a nice couple, aren't they?" he asked, and Bob didn't look convinced. "That's besides the point. I don't see how you can accept it so quickly." he murmured. "Frank," Ray said simply. Both men glanced at him, frowning. They waited, but Ray didn't continue. "Frank what?" Mikey asked, and Ray raised both eyebrows. "On top. I think Frank would be. I mean, I know Gerard's the obvious one, but Frank's the one who comforted him and everything wasn't he?" he asked, tucking his thick hair behind his ear. Most just fell back into place. Mikey shook his head, sitting up a little straighter. "I think Gee would be. I mean, he's a little… emotionally unstable, but he's always there for you, y'know. He's naturally dominant, even if he doesn't like to be. I should know, I grew up with him." he said, rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb as he crossed his legs over. Ray thought it over, then shook his head. "Nope, I still say Frank. It's different with him. Gee never did that sort of thing with Frank. Besides, it's totally different in a relationship, isn't it? Frank seems like…" Ray paused, and Mikey leaned closer. Bob still looked a little disturbed, but kept his mouth shut. "He knows what he's doing." he concluded, and Bob's face twisted into disgust, obvious bad pictures passing through his head. Mikey laughed at his expression and dug a hand into his back pocket. "Fine.. Twenty dollars says Gee." he said, waving the note about. Ray paused only for a moment, before holding his hand out. "Deal. But I don't think they'll tell us." They shook hands and Mikey frowned lightly. "Have they even…done it yet?" he asked and this time all three men took on the disgusted expression. "Okay. Moving on." Bob said firmly, sighing heavily and leaning back, resting his body weight on his arms. They lapsed into silence, glancing round at each other every once in a while. Then, suddenly, Ray asked the question buzzing in his mind. "Who would be.. bigger?" he asked, cheeks colouring slightly as Bob cringed and looked accusingly at him. "Oh no! I'm not having this discussion!" But Mikey was thoughrally interested. "Now that one's definitely Gerard." he said, but Ray shook his head immediately. "No, I think this one goes to Frank too…" he said, and Mikey raised both eyebrows, grinning perversely. "You seem very confident in Frankie. Anyone would think you had inside information, Ray." Ray's eyes widened. "Ew, no! I just mean… well, I know he's tiny and stuff. I mean his feet are so small… but, I've definitely seen something bigger…down there." he said, putting his face in his hands, trying to make the embarrassment lessen. Mikey even looked a little surprised now. "You've seen?" he asked, and Ray frowned yet again, covering more of his face. "Of course not, but you know when he wakes up, he always walks round in his boxers." he muttered in his defence. Again, they were silent. "Okay" Mikey exclaimed, getting to his feet. "Another twenty says Gerard has a bigger thing than Frank!" He grinned down at them, then frowned as he saw their horrified expressions. Bob looked about ready to curl into a ball and it clicked. Slowly, Mikey turned his head to see Gerard and Frank, staring wide-eyed at him. Only Frank was blushing. Mainly because he was being bet against. Then Mikey drew in a sharp breath. "Oh, hi… I was talking about…someone else.." he paused, watching as a grin spread across Gerard's face. "How many bets have you made?" he asked, and Frank looked up at him, frowning. He didn't want to know. Mikey sank back down to the floor. "Two" he said honestly, then looked accusingly at the other two for not warning him. "What was the other one?" he asked, moving into the room. Frank rolled his eyes. "Please, can we not do this?" he asked, but Gerard wouldn't listen to him. Frank stood awkwardly as Gerard sat down, pushing Mikey over slightly. Bob, Ray and Mikey looked at each other with guilty expressions. Then Bob sighed. "They were betting on who would… be on top" he said, emphasizing the fact he had nothing to do with it. Now it was out of the way, Mikey and Ray were curious to hear the answer, and watched Gerard expectantly. Taking a glance at Frank, who watched him with desperate eyes, feeling completely insecure. "Oh, okay. Well you'll never find out if you don't leave us alone for a while." he pointed out, making Frank's cheeks turn crimson. Bob stood first, crinkling his nose in distaste as he left silently. Ray and Mikey rose reluctantly, then Mikey paused. "You've not… yet?" he asked, not thinking he needed to elaborate. Gerard stood up too, moving back to Frank. "It's not like that." he frowned lightly, seeming a bit annoyed now. Mikey's eyes widened. "Oh no, I wasn't trying to accuse you of that." he assured, and Gerard relaxed. "No, I know." he said, though his voice demanded that they stopped discussing it now. Frank smoothed down his shirt, seeming to find it hard to keep still through his and Ray left quickly, leaving Gerard to gaze after them, making sure they were fully alone. Then he turned to Frank, who still looked uncomfortable. Frank glared at him. Gerard took a step back. "What?" he asked. The shorter male stepped forwards. "You know perfectly well! I don't want to talk about those things with them.. Your brother." he looked down, letting his hair fall over his face. Gerard looked surprised, and moved closer to Frank, putting a hand under his chin and lifting it so he could look at him properly. "I didn't know that bothered you so much." he admitted, keeping Frank's gaze. Simply shaking his head, Frank pushed away Gerard's hand and moved to the couch quickly, slumping down on it with a sigh. Looking across at his friend, Gerard bit his lip. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't think you worried about that stuff. I shouldn't have said anything." he said quickly, moving around the side of the couch, tilting his head to look at Frank. Trying to block him out, Frank let his eyes close. "Yeah, okay. It's fine" he said simply, sighing as he lay down properly, keeping his eyes closed. Gerard pursed his lips. It was fine if Frank was angry with him, but he didn't like being ignored at all. As quietly as he could, without disturbing Frank, he slipped onto the couch, steadying himself as he moved on top of Frank. He almost fell straight off at one point, but eventually managed to clasp Frank in a no contact straddle. Wondering why Gerard was so quiet, Frank's eyes flashed open. Gerard grinned down at him, and Frank nearly fell off himself, letting out a cry. "Gerard!" he screamed, trying to push him away. It didn't work, Gerard was too well positioned. "No! You're ignoring me." he said quietly, and Frank sighed, not trying anymore but simply resting his head back. "Yes. I'm annoyed, and not just at you. They shouldn't be betting on us." he said, eyebrows knotted together in irritation. Leaning closer to Frank, who was finding it exceedingly difficult to resist Gerard now, he nodded lightly. "I know. I don't suppose we can stop them, though." he murmured, and as Frank opened his mouth to speak, Gerard pressed his own lips against the smaller males. Frank's eyes widened, but he couldn't force himself to push Gerard away. Slowly, Frank accepted the kiss, and pulled his arms around Gerard's neck. He was going to tell him off for doing it, but it was making him feel a whole lot better. Gerard smiled lightly, lifting them up into a sitting position by pulling his arms tightly round Frank's back. Now finding it easier to move, Frank pulled away from the kiss, which disappointed Gerard, but pressed closer, hugging Gerard tightly. "You're so annoying sometimes." Frank murmured into his ear, and Gerard shivered. "Well, you're annoying most of the time, so I think you can let me off." he whispered back, kissing along the others collar bone, which caused Frank to gasp and press his hips closer to the others. "No, I won't let you off" His voice shook as he spoke, due to Gerard continuous lips across his neck. Gerard chuckled. "Really? Do I have to stop?" he asked, kissing Frank's jaw line a couple of times before leaning back. Frank was trembling, and his eyes widened. He shook his head timidly. "I forgive you." he whispered desperately, and Gerard kissed his forehead gently. "I know. But we really shouldn't do that now." he said seriously. Despite the lust that clawed at him, Frank nodded. "Yeah, okay." It had only been about a week since Frank and Gerard had first told Mikey that they were together, which had gone reasonably well, but now the lustful tension between them while they were together was getting much worse. They knew it was just a matter of time now. Frank held Gerard close to him, sighing quietly. He relaxed in Gerard's arms and closed his eyes again. "I love you, Gee." he whispered. Gerard gave him a squeeze before resting his back on the couch and closing his own eyes. "I know." he assured him, and Frank smiled lightly. "Do you love me?" he asked, moving his head down to Gerard's chest, pressing his cheek gently to his shirt. He listened to the soft beat of Gerard's heart. "With all my heart." he replied, looking down at Frank. Sometimes he wondered if the situation had gone differently, whether they would still have gotten together. But things like that were inevitable. They just.. Needed to happen. Gerard knew that now. A smile slipped onto Franks face, and he kept silent now, just listening to Gerard's pulse. It soothed him, though he wasn't sure why. Just knowing he was this close was comforting enough. Eventually, after around three quarters of an hour of silence, Gerard let out a yawn. Frank let his eyes open and looked up at Gerard, worried. "I'm sorry. I'm being boring, aren't I?" he asked, leaning away from the others chest. Gerard grinned, pressing Frank closer quickly. "No, this is nice, I'm just really sleepy." he explained, running his fingers up Frank's spine, making him shiver. Gerard kept his fingers moving until he reached the smaller male's array of messy dark hair. He tangled the strands through his fingers, and Frank smiled lightly, snuggling back into his chest. "Then sleep. I don't mind." he whispered. "I'm pretty tired, too." Gerard continued to play with Frank's hair, but nodded gently. "Thanks" he murmured quietly. Eventually, his hand slipped down to Frank's back and his breathing became shallower as he slept. Frank fell asleep not long after, to the drum of Gerard's heart. After successfully walking into a wall after waking up, then tripping in the hall, Mikey Way was not in the best of moods. He groaned groggily as he wandered to the living room, trying to get to the kitchen for something, anything, to eat. "Hey guys, when-" he stopped shouting, breathing hitching as he glanced at the couch, and his sleeping friend and brother. His expression softened. Frank was sprawled across Gerard's chest, and both had smiles across their resting faces. It was adorable to say the least. They just looked so damn happy. Moving closer to the couch, he sighed gently. He almost felt guilty thinking about their conversation the night before. Gerard was probably right to accuse him. It definitely wasn't like that. Suddenly, Frank let out a groan and his eyes opened quickly. His eyes scanned the room until they rested on Mikey. "Oh!" he gasped, sitting up and pulling away from Gerard. "Sorry.." he said quickly, biting his bottom lip whilst looking down at the still sleeping Gerard. Mikey backed up a little. "Oh, no.. it's fine. I have to get used to those things anyway. Besides.." he looked away, and started to move out of the room. "You're so cute together." he murmured quietly, moving to the adjoined kitchen. Frank smiled warmly, jumping lightly as he felt Gerard stir. His eyes slipped down to his previous sleeping partner as his eyes opened too. He frowned lightly. "Oh, I did fall asleep.." he said quietly, then looked across at Frank. That was why he felt so empty, since Frank had moved away. He grinned, then caught sight of Mikey. "Oh, hey. Sorry. I didn't mean to sleep for so long." he said, sitting up fully, crossing his legs in front of him. Frank moved slightly closer to him, pressing their shoulders together. Mikey hardly paid attention to them now, but dragged out several packets of pancake mix and a frying pan. "It's okay. Just a surprise in the morning, you know." he said, then frowned. "Do you two want pancakes too?" he asked, then lifted his head as he heard Either Ray or Bob stir and wake. He sighed, knowing he'd have to make more now. Gerard shook his head, not used to eating in the morning. "No, thanks. Just coffee." He rose quickly, causing Frank to fall to the side, letting out a cry. Gerard spun quickly, looking down at him. Frank frowned, pulling himself up and standing next to Gerard. "Yeah, me neither. Need to create, y'know." he shrugged. Neither brother had any idea what he was on about, but both nodded like they did. Gerard wandered into the kitchen with his brother whilst Frank pulled off his jeans as he got to his room. It felt more comfortable in the mornings, since no-one was around him now. Taking Pansy quickly into his hands, and moved straight to his bed, sitting and pressing his back against the wall. After Gerard had made his coffee and taken most of it in three long gulps, he dragged his feet along as he moved to his own room. Though, he hadn't been using it much anymore, since he preferred to be closer to Frank when he slept. On his way, he paused outside Frank's room, hearing him playing. It wasn't unusual. He'd heard him play loads of times. It just made him stop this time. He didn't recognise the song. Clutching his cup tightly in his hands, he slumped down to the floor, pressing his ear to his friends door. Keeping his eyes on the fret board, Frank bit his lip as he played. He was mainly making up as he went along. It sounded crap to start with, but it was slowly starting to flow. Well, just about. Then, slowly, he sighed. His fingers stopped, and he rested his guitar down, leaning against the bed. Not for the first time, he wondered what the hell he was doing. It was his fault that they were together. Not that he was ashamed. He loved Gerard, and knew he loved him too. It just made him feel a little guilty. In all honesty he had no idea how their relationship would progress, if it would at all. He could never tell anyone in his family. They wouldn't say anything, but they definitely wouldn't be happy. Letting out a long sigh, his eyes strayed to the door. He wanted to tell Gerard his feelings, but knew he'd wuss out. He hated having to tell him he had problems. It made him feel like such a nuisance, which he knew he was already. As the playing stopped, Gerard frowned, wanting to tell him to carry on. He had been enjoying that. It was less upbeat than Frank was used to, though still at the same tempo. Resting his cup down, he rose to his feet and entered Frank's room without so much as a knock. Frank looked up quickly, immediately bringing his legs up to his chest to hide his not fully adorned lower half. It didn't help much, really. Gerard looked across at him, and Frank relaxed slightly, but still felt self-conscious. "Hey." Frank said simply, and Gerard nodded off his greeting, moving to the bed with him. "What were you playing?" he asked, and Frank looked down at his beloved rhythm guitar. "Oh.. Just, something new. Told you I was creating." he grabbed Pansy again, cradling it in his arms, rather than playing. Gerard looked across him, watching as he lowered his knees. "Can you play it again? I really liked it." Frank looked a little surprised, but nodded gently. Putting his legs down fully, he sighed gently and began to play. It took a few minutes of playing top get properly into the song again, but Gerard didn't seem to mind, and kept silent as he played. His expression was so smooth that Frank couldn't tell whether he liked it or not, though he assumed he did since he had liked it before. Slowly starting to feel more self-conscious, Frank brought it to a close and pushed his guitar away quickly to show he was done now. Gerard stayed silent, studying Frank. Frank looked away, leaning against the wall. "Was it okay?" he asked after a long pause, impatient. Gerard moved closer to him and kissed his lips lightly. "Yes, I loved it. Not you're usual style, though." he whispered. Frank shrugged lightly, flattened against the wall due to Gerard's closeness. "I felt time for a change." he said simply. Gerard didn't bother to ask what he meant by that, as he felt it had further meaning, but just moved away from him. "We all need a change sometimes." he smiled pleasantly, getting off the bed. "Get ready soon, though, okay? We're going out." he left quickly, not giving Frank chance to ask where they were going, or what 'We're' meant. All of them, or just the two of them? Staring after Gerard, he seemed confused why the older male had been so brief on his criticism. Usually he told Frank exactly what he was thinking, but now Frank was sure he felt more about it. But, he wouldn't dwell on that for now. Far bigger things wandered across his mind.