So Long, Not Goodnight

Chapter Forty-Seven

The door to the Way household burst open as Frank and Gerard made their way inside, Frank gripping a plastic bag from the fingers of the wind that had picked up on their way home. He kept his shoes on as he fled to the kitchen and spilled the contents from the bookstore in Clifton Commons onto the table. Several maps of New Jersey piled atop one another in a heap of roads and railways, arteries all over the state. Frank fanned them out in front of him, his fingers contorting over them with choice. "I still don't know why we had to get so many," Gerard walked into the kitchen still in his shoes and his jacket, helping himself to the leftover stale coffee from the morning.

He popped a mugful into the microwave for about a minute and leaned his lower back against the countertop, watching Frank peruse his bounty. "Just in case I mess up," Frank turned around and walked over to Gerard, wrapping his hands around the juts of his boyfriend's hip bones. "I'd rather have more and need less, y'know?"

"Makes sense," Gerard shrugged, the microwave beeping at the end of it's countdown. 

Collecting his mug and setting it on the counter, he leaned into Frank and molded his mouth overtop his boyfriend's. Their kiss reverberated around the room and boomeranged back to them sounding much louder than at first. Frank ran his hands up and under Gerard's jacket, pulling it down and over his arms, sliding it to the floor. "You wanna take this upstairs?" Gerard's voice was breathy and low, insinuating the question as more of a direction than a suggestion.

Frank turned to head for the stairs and felt a sharp palm over the ass of his jeans. He paused and peered over his shoulder as Gerard smirked at him and then waved him on ahead. Up the stairs and to the second door on the left, Gerard closing the door behind them and locked it. Frank looked from the lock to Gerard's face. "Just in case Mikey comes home," Gerard chuckled. "He's walked in on us twice already."

"Almost walked in on us twice already, you mean," Frank corrected. 

"Besides," Gerard stepped over the carpet to where Frank sat on the bed, leaning forward so he was eye to eye with his boyfriend. "I don't want Mikey to see what I plan on doing with you and I definitely don't think either of us want an interruption, hmm?"

Butterflies flew torrents of circles in Frank's stomach, feeling like he was about to free fall. He found that he liked being controlled just as much as he did being in control. His mouth went dry at the dark storm clouds that thundered in Gerard's eyes. "Hmm?" Gerard reiterated, leaning his head away so his left ear was right in front of Frank, waiting for his response. 

"Nno, we don't want that," Frank choked up from his parched throat. 

"Good," Gerard brought his face back to Frank's, watching the movements of his mouth. "Because I'm kind of greedy and would like you all to myself."

"I'm all yours," Frank's forearms wobbled with his weight, feeling gravity pulling at him like he weighted a ton. 

Gerard pouted his lips and smiled, raking his eyes all over Frank in admiration. "I know," Gerard leaned closer, his hot breath moving over Frank's skin. "As I'm yours."

Their inevitable kiss burned down their throats, a spike of a fever that spun the blood through veins and rushing towards their extremities. The pads of their fingers were matchtips that exploded in flames as they rubbed over now naked skin. How happily they would burn at the other's touch, to not just burn down together but to take the whole damned world with them up in the furnace that was now their room. Tongues tasted over the salty slick of sweat that was building at the excitement and frenzied headrush of their foreplay, they deliberately kept away from their achingly hard and wanting erections, adding to the dizzying need that just kept towering up and over them. It only intensified the slightest skim of their skin, a shock that lit up in the heavy atmosphere that began to push down and forcing them closer and closer together.