So Little Time (Frerard)

8: Take Me To Memories We Won't Erase

As soon as Frank had signed all the necessary paperwork so he could be officially released from the hospital, Gerard helped him change back into his clothes before escorting him out to the car, keeping a tight hold on his hand the entire time.

The drive back to Gerard's house passed in silence; Gerard didn't even turn the radio up like he usually would because he was worried about disturbing his boyfriend. Frank hadn't spoken a word since he entered the vehicle, and he was currently staring out the window with a lost expression on his face.

Gerard assumed that Frank was mulling over his condition, and even though he had taken it well, all things considered, Gerard couldn't begin to imagine how Frank was feeling. Gerard wasn't even the one who had been given a death sentence, and he was terrified, and confused, and borderline nauseous, so Frank must be experiencing the same sensations intensified a thousand fold.

It wasn't long before Gerard pulled his aging Chevy into the driveway of his house, twisting the keys out of the ignition with a soft sigh. When he glanced in Frank's direction, he still hadn't moved, and Gerard wasn't even sure if Frank realized they had arrived or not.

Gerard exited the vehicle and quickly strode around so he could open Frank's door for him. When Frank noticed Gerard's presence, he shook his head blearily and graced Gerard with a soft smile as he unbuckled his seat belt with shaking hands.

Gerard didn't give Frank a chance to get to his feet; instead, he scooped him up in his arms, carrying him to the door bridal style as Frank giggled softly against his chest. Gerard struggled for a moment when they came to the front door, it was difficult to get the key in the lock while he was holding Frank, but he refused to put him down, and he finally succeed in getting the door open after a few failed attempts.

Once they were inside, Gerard headed for the couch, dropping down onto it with Frank still in his arms. Frank didn't try to move away, and Gerard really wasn't ready to let him go just yet, so they stayed in their slightly awkward position for the time being.

They sat there quietly for a little while, just enjoying each other's presence without any words getting in the way, but it wasn't long before Frank's soft sniffling broke the comfortable silence.

"Baby?" Gerard asked, trying to catch a glimpse of Frank's expression, but he had his face currently buried against Gerard's t-shirt, and Gerard could feel it growing damp with Frank's tears.

Within a matter of minutes, Frank was full out bawling against Gerard's chest, and none of Gerard's soothing whispers or gestures seemed to be helping him calm down at all.

"I'm scared," Frank heaved out in-between his sobs. Gerard tightened his hold around Frank when he felt a tremor wrack his small frame as he continued to cry softly.

"I know...I am too," Gerard exhaled heavily, cursing his inability to comfort Frank when he needed him most, but he just had no idea what he could possibly say to make this situation better.

Frank didn't respond right away, and just when Gerard was beginning to get worried by his lack of speech, Frank pushed himself up off the couch, his lips seeking Gerard's with a feverish urgency.

Gerard returned his kiss just as eagerly, and the sparks that were generated at their union took Gerard's breath away. This was unlike any kiss Gerard had ever experienced before; all of their worries, and hopes, and fears were expressed in the movement of their lips, and the passion Gerard felt flowing between them was overwhelming.

When Gerard moaned quietly, Frank took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Gerard's mouth, pushing his shoulders back against the couch as they continued to kiss heavily. Their tongues tangled in a never ending dance, and Gerard lost himself in the kiss, trying to forget about all the terrible events of this morning and pretend that this was just another day, and he and Frank had the rest of their lives ahead of them.