"H-hey Frankie…"

Frank couldn't breathe.

Frank couldn't breathe, or blink, or move, or anything.

Hand still on his remarkably soft cock, Frank locked eyes with Gerard.

Gerard stared at Frank, startled doe eyes blinking behind a mass of matted black hair, falling onto his forehead, obscuring his view slightly.

Slightly.

Frank was pretty sure his entire dick was still in full view, spunk and all.

"Frank…"

Frank had forgotten about his mother. His own mother, who had now seen her 18 year-old sons 18 year-old cock.

Frank was still very much in a state of paralysis, when his mother thoughtfully pulled the duvet over her sons shame.

"I'll … leave you boys to it, I guess…" She mumbled, and wandered from the room. Frank was going to have A LOT of explaining to do, once he had the courage to confront the traumatized woman.

But now, Frank had to focus on Gerard. The Gerard, who had just held center stage in one of Franks dirtiest jerk-offs in months, hell years.

Gerard had witnessed it all.

Frank didn't know where to start, how to bring this fucking mammoth in the room to head, but luckily, Gerard decided to skirt around the issue, leaving the mammoth to wilt into a tiny mouse, before disappearing from thought completely.

Out of sight, out of mind, Frank thought, grimly.

Now, whether Gerard heard any of Franks harlot moans was yet to be discovered, but, continuing on like a trooper, Gerard sat gingerly on the end of Franks mussed bed, and began mumbled conversation.

"So, Frankie, it's your birthday next week, and I was thinking… Me and Mikey were thinking actually, that maybe you'd like to come to ours?" Gerard muttered, staring around Franks' room owlishly, like Frank lived in a magical fairy palace.

Although, Frank pondered, anything with visible floors and no mountain of unwashed underwear in the corner of the room was probably a fair palace in Gerards' view. Gerards' room was probably an environmental hazard by now. Frank was just immune to the bodily fumes by now.

"Yeah, sounds good I guess, Gee. What would we do, though? I can only stand yours and Mikey 'cuteass' Way's company for so long…" Frank joked. Gerard, however, failed to sense the sarcasm and exploded into spluttering apologies.

"Oh no, it's okay. I just thought that- You know,- We've always had a monster movie marathon on your birthday, and like- I thought you'd want to- Never mind, I'm sure you have better things to do-"

Frank sighed.

The Way boys' were hopeless cases, really.

"Gerard, I was kidding. I love our tradition, really! Its' just… Mom said because I never did anything for my eighteenth, because we went to that midnight screening of Evil Dead- which by the way I will never forget, fucking best present ever, dude- I'm allowed the house for the night? I've already got 30 people invited so…" Frank gulped, evading Gerards eyes.

Silence.

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"Oh. Eh- Okay, Frankie. That's cool. I guess I'll see you the day after or something? I'll give you your gift then or whatever" Gerard murmured, awkwardly climbing of the edge of the bed and stretching his slightly chubby legs.

Frank stared.

"Dude."

"… Yeah?"

"You're an arse"

"Huh..?!"

"You really are an idiot, Gee"

"Frank! Quit insulting me, what the fuck?!"

"You think you're not invited? Jheez, I thought Mikey'd told you?!"

Silence.

"Oh…"

"Oh my God.. Gerard, of course you're invited, you asswipe."

"Frannnkkkkk, quit insulting me, oh my god"

Frank grinned.

Gerard was the most adorkable guy Frank had ever had the pleasure of looking upon. The stammering, blushing Victorian maiden Gerard had become was hopelessly endearing, and Frank just fell deeper an deeper into the pit of unrequited love.

Franks life sucked so hard.

Planning a party with MikeyWay was something of an impossible task.

"Booze, Boobs and Bongs" Mikey squealed triumphantly, writing the three words in huge letters on a piece of paper clutched in his bird claws.(Frank was convinced Mikey was part bird. Those legs and those fingers are not human, seriously)

"Three things, my darling Mikey. One, I do not dig boobs. I mean, ew. Two"

Frank paused.

"Okay well, one thing, because I am totally on board with the other two things, but no boobs. No boobs at all. No naked boobs anyway" Frank insisted, sketching a crude pair of ginormous breasts on a similar pad of paper, before viciously scribbling them out with the red sharpie he often used to colour in hearts on the board above his bed.

Frank was still confused as to how Mikey hadn't clocked his gayness before that faithful day behind the tree.

It was the day before the party, and Frank was running around the house, hiding his moms' best china, and taking all the embarrassing photos of the wall.

Mikey was supposed to be helping him, but was too engrossed in his mothers' latest cookbook, drooling over some eggplant parmesan, and crooning to the page like it was his lover.

"Sweet, darling, nectar of the gods. I will make sweet, sweet mouth love to you, before my intestines caress you before your inevitable expulsion from my body. But never fear, my darling Parma, for our love is true"

Frank stared.

Mikey crooned.

Frank stared.

Mikey crooned.

Frank laughed.

Mikey stopped, glared, shrugged, and continued to croon.

Frank blinked, and continue to hide photos of naked 6-year-old-Frank dressed in nothing but his mothers shoes in the kitchen cabinet.

"Hey, cocksucker-"

"Shut it, closet case"

"HEY! I am no homosexual, I am just delightfully camp- ANYWAY- I was about to say, there is no need for hiding those hilariously brilliant photos of you, I'm sure you can lure someone into your bed with your tiny 6 year-old peen"

Frank threw a can of coke at Mikeys head.

The coke can missed, hit the floor, and exploded with a i whoosh /i

Frank groaned, exasperated.

Mikey chortled, and continued to eye-rape the food on the coloured page.