Friday I'm In Love

△ 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 △

"Fuck off Mikey." Gerard spat, turning back to Frank with seething fury burning behind his eyes. 

Frank, who was too busy trying get his mind out the gutter and bring his breathing back under control, turned to Mikey with a gentle shake of his head. He held his hand out towards Gerard - a silent shut up - and sighed. He could barely think, his mind replaying the last few seconds on loop. Gerard so close, pressed so viciously against him, breathing down his neck. His heart stopped, his blood ran cold, and his brain switched off. The way he felt was undeniable and overwhelming. 

Frank cleared his throat. "Ignore him, he's being a dick, Mikes now's not the time."  

Mikey looked between the two, frowning, arms folded over his Smiths shirt. "Fine. Whatever." he said, turning on his heels and whirring out the door, closing it behind himself with a gentle click. 

"I'm sorry," Gerard breathed into the icy air between them, looking down at his hands in disgust. "I... I can't belive I did that..." he whispered, looking up at Frank in horror. "I'm so sorry."

Frank stared back in shock, catching his breath and running a hand through his hair nonchalantly. He moved towards Gerard gingerly, taking both of Gerard's hands in his. Frank had never thought hands could be so interesting; his nails were short, bitten to quick, with the black varnish chipped around the edges and flaking off, callouses ran like canyons across his palms carving deep into the skin like small strands of time. Gerard looked down at Frank with the ghost of a sentence across his lips, parting as if to speak but nothing escaping.

"I never... knew I was so angry." Gerard said as their eyes met. 

"Yeah, Its like that sometimes." he replied numbly, still holding Gerard's hands in his. "At least we're starting to be honest, right?" Frank said with a meek smile. He couldn't remember the last time they'd talked truly - between work and things to do they seemed to get too caught up in everything else.  He'd forgotten what having Gerard around was like, running his thumbs over the backs of Gerard's hands. "I've missed you." Frank said. The honesty of the statement shook him to his bones as he met Gerard's gaze with a painful smile as his eyes began to water and his throat began to choke. 

"Contrary to popular belief... I have actually thought this through." he smiled, "Hours... days... months... years- it's all... always been there."

Gerard took the step closer. He moved his palm to rest on the side of Frank's neck and threaded his fingers through Frank's other hand. Gerard leaned down, shortening the distance between them, as his eyes flickered to Frank's lips. The gap got shorter and shorter until nothing else in the room mattered as Frank's hands moved to thread through Gerard's belt loops and gently tug him closer. The moment their lips met it was like everything was right again. Gerard's hands sank into Frank's hair with a small groan as a pair of hands settled on his hips. They fit together in a way that no one else ever came close to, mouths moving between hurried gasps for air and small noises of content. Frank pressed impossibly closer, stretching up onto his tiptoes to wrap his arms around Gerard's neck, with a wicked smile as they broke apart. Gerard swayed breathelssly, eyes glazed over and pupils blown wide as Frank pulled him into a hug.

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Author's note: I'm sorry these chapters have been so short, I've had a hard time writing in the past few weeks hope you enjoyed.