TONIGHT WE'RE GOLD

THIRTY-EIGHT

'Gee! I can't find the chargers!' Frank yells from upstairs.

As expected, Frank left all his packing for last minute, and they're supposed to leave for the airport in the next thirty minutes. 'Frank! Just forget about it, we'll buy a new one at the airport!' Gerard yelled back, doing a double check of his own bags.

'You know how expensive they are!'

'I don't care! I'll buy two, just for you.' Frank knows there's no point in continuing, so he just grabs his sweatshirt and jacket, and goes downstairs where his husband is waiting.

'You think you're the shit just because you're this huge rich writer, huh?' he says, approaching him. 'You think I'm just gonna whatever you want because you say so?'

'Actually, I was hoping you would.'

'Well, you know I will.' And then he kisses him. 'Did you call Mikey to check on the pets?'

'He just texted me. They're all fine. Sometimes I think Lotion likes staying there more than he likes it here. But anyway, I told Mikey to send you updates of the girls as often as possible.'

'You are just the best fucking husband ever.'

'Whatever, let's go.'

Their Uber arrives just then, and they're off.

It's still too early, and neither of them have had any coffee, so they're quiet the whole drive to the airport, except for answering a couple questions from the driver, like where they were traveling to, and whether it was for pleasure or work, and Gerard says it's work related.

And as soon as they get there, they run to the nearest Starbucks and get the biggest coffees. 'I have to say,' Frank starts. 'I'm kinda nervous about going to a red carpet.'

Gerard laughs. 'Oh, me too.'

'But you've been to others before. And you know all these famous people.'

'That doesn't mean anything. I'm just a writer who loves his privacy and too anxious to go in public. I'm sure you're more famous than me.'

'Hell, no!' Frank giggles, and Gerard's stomach clenches just like that first time they talked. He still has no idea how he does that. Shake his whole world with just his laugh. He knows more than ever that as long as Frank was happy, nothing else mattered.

***

They make it to Los Angeles around noon, and Frank already hates it.

All the people, the lack of respect for personal space, everyone sharing the same air, contaminating it. But he decides to ignore it just this one time, and follows Gerard.

And since he's such a big deal, there's a driver holding a sign that says G. Way by the escalator. They follow him and he takes him to the hotel.

'You don't have any plans tonight, right?' Frank asks as they get to the third floor, looking for their room.

'No. Nothing until tomorrow.'

'Well, now you do.' And then, he pushes him inside, and just throws the luggage to the side without even turning on the lights, and kisses him. 'You're mine all day.' He kisses him again, taking off their clothes. 'And forever.'

'That I am,' Gerard can barely whisper before he's thrown to the bed, and then Frank is on top of him. 'What do you want to do?'

'You.'

'Fine by me.' Frank is already sucking on his neck by then, grinding on his crotch, by then. Gerard helps him with his jeans. 'Just fuck me already.'