Frank followed Gerard to his bedroom, still buzzing from what had happened in the shower. His nerve endings felt like live wires, and he could still feel the tingling of Gerard's skin against his.
Frank couldn't help but stare a little at the taller man's backside as he walked, licking over his lips a little. He'd never really been this attracted to another man before, and right now he was getting on to be at that point where he was going to need to... relieve himself, soon.
Gerard walked over to a little chest of drawers against the wall opposite his bed, pulling out a pair of boxers and some sweatpants, tossing them to Frank and startling him out of his little daze.
'These should fit,' Gerard said, and Frank nodded, turning his back to the black haired man and nervously removing his towel, knowing that his ass was on show to Gerard. But he didn't know that, as he hastily dried himself off, Gerard was staring at him, eyes turning a little darker. He knew he shouldn't be attracted to Frank, especially not already. But he had a naked man in front of him and, being gay, Gerard couldn't exactly ignore his attraction.
As Frank quickly dressed himself, noticing that the boxers and sweatpants hung a little low on his skinny hips, he looked over his shoulder to see the taller man looking at him, almost lustfully. But he saw his cheeks redden and he quickly looked away, reaching for his own clothes and pulling them on, while Frank tried not to watch but failed miserably.
The moment he was dressed, Frank walked over to the large window that occupied the right hand wall of the bedroom. He shivered slightly as he laid a hand against the glass, his breath clouding a small patch of the window. Gerard silently came up behind him, his warm fingers dancing hesitantly across Frank's lower back and eventually moving to wrap a reassuring arm around his waist. Frank didn't flinch this time, keeping his gaze fixed on the streets below him. Gerard looked out too, sighing softly in slight despair.
The snow had cloaked the rooftops and the sidewalk, still falling heavily. The sky was thick with cloud and was slowly darkening, as if a thunderstorm was coming. The streets were swarming with people now, for some unknown reason, and from this height they seemed more like ants than humans.
Both men's breath began to completely fog the window and after a moment Frank pulled away, hanging his head a little and leaning back slightly into Gerard's feeble embrace. Gerard smiled, bringing his other hand up to run it slowly through the smaller man's hair. Frank seemed upset, or at the very least, preoccupied.
"Is something wrong, Frank?" Gerard asked softly, still staring out the window. Frank nodded in response, sighing and shivering at the same time. Gerard rubbed up and down his back to heat him up.
"My family are out there somewhere,"
Frank mumbled, his hand still resting against the window, leaving a little bit of an imprint in the condensation. "I haven't seen them in eleven years. And I'm gonna die without seeing them one last time."
Gerard felt his heart stick in his throat a little. He didn't realise Frank would say something like that, though he should have expected it.
"Why haven't you seen them in so long?" Gerard murmured close to the smaller man's ear, not wanting to disturb the near-silence that had settled in the room.
"They kicked me out all those years ago," Frank said softly, almost mused. He was still gazing intently at the streets of Newark, fingers curling a little against the cool glass of the window. "They found out I was gay and didn't want anything to do with me. Told everyone else in my family never to speak to me again. And so they didn't. I've been homeless ever since." Frank sniffled and then looked back over his shoulder slightly, glancing apologetically at the taller man. "I'm sorry," he said, before going to step out of Gerard's arms. The black haired man only pulled Frank closer into a tight hug, which he surprisingly didn't reject.
"Just because you're gay?" Gerard asked, his insides secretly writhing and fluttering with glee. He figured that if Frank was homosexual then getting close to him, being intimate with him, would be a lot easier to accomplish. Frank nodded against Gerard's shoulder, lifting his arms to snake them around the older man's waist. He felt oddly comfortable, almost safe, in Gerard's arms. It was odd, but he was glad he felt that way.
"That's horrible," Gerard whispered, trying to imagine how hurt the smaller man must have felt, to have his entire family taken away from him for something as petty as his sexuality.
"I know," Frank mumbled, squeezing Gerard's waist for that split second before pulling himself away, shivering as the warmth of the taller man's skin left his own. "But I don't need your sympathy." He once again rested his forehead against the window, sighing heavily and spreading fog across the window. Gerard sighed and, pressing his chest against Frank's back a little, wrapped his arms around the smaller man's stomach, leaning his forehead against the back of his head.
"Either way. I'm sorry." Frank nodded, bringing his hand down from the window to rest it over Gerard's hands that were linked just below his belly button. He leaned back a little, enjoying the way Gerard's warm arms felt around him. He never knew he could feel so comfortable, like this.
They stayed silent for a while, just standing there against the window, in that simple, yet comforting embrace. It was only when shivers began to rack Frank's form, that Gerard reluctantly pulled himself away.
"Let's find you a shirt," he said with a light smile, leaving Frank at the window as he went back to his dresser, rifling through the drawers and finding a plain, grey long-sleeved tshirt before walking back to the smaller man, handing it to him. "Put it on. Warm up."
Frank smiled up at Gerard gratefully before tugging the shirt on over his slender torso, once again noticing how the garment hung from him. He pressed back against Gerard's chest again, seeking warmth from him despite the shirt he had just acquired.
"You make me feel safe," Frank whispered absently, fingers dancing up the taller man's arms and giving him goosebumps. Gerard arched an eyebrow yet smiled softly, combing his fingers lightly through the smaller man's shaggy hair. He couldn't respond, a feeling of slight elation coursing through him. He made Frank feel safe. Safe.
The two lapsed into silence once again, until Frank slowly turned around, his tattooed hands slipping down onto Gerard's hips. Gerard looked down into the smaller man's eyes, surprised, and saw Frank smiling up at him, a twinge of nervousness settling into his irises.
"You okay?" Gerard asked, his voice coming out a lot quieter than he'd intended. Frank nodded mutely, his left hand slowly running up the taller man's spine and up the back of his neck, fingers playing lightly with his hair. Gerard felt his pulse picking up a little, each little touch from Frank feeling like lightning.
Their eyes met for a moment, Gerard biting his lip and Frank licking over his, before the smaller man suddenly stretched up on his toes and softly pressed his lips against Gerard's.