This Is Our Second Skin (Frerard)

7: In Which Lindsey Threatens To Cut Off Gerard's Balls - With Love Of Course

Gerard left Frank's house not long after they had exchanged numbers, because Frank had started dozing off again when he had finished his cereal, and Gerard knew he needed his rest. So once Gerard made sure that Frank was coherent enough to lock the door behind him, he took his leave of Frank for the time being, but not before he had gotten Frank's promise to call him if he started to feel any worse.

Frank didn't call that day though, and even though Gerard knew that was technically a good thing, because that meant he was starting to feel better, and he was probably sleeping away his sickness, Gerard couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed when he drifted off with still no word from Frank.

Gerard had Frank's number as well, so he easily could have taken the initiative and contacted him; he couldn't even count how many times he had pulled out his phone with the intention of sending Frank a quick text, just to make sure he was doing okay, but Gerard didn't want to come off as desperate, or pathetic, even though he basically was.

But even though Gerard began to worry slightly on day two when his phone remained silent, he wasn't as distressed as he thought he would be, and he managed to make it through work without thinking of Frank too many times, relatively speaking that is.

Gerard just couldn't stop replaying their evening together over and over in his mind, because Frank had been everything Gerard and hoped for and more when he wasn't on stage, and Gerard really wanted to get to know Frank better, to see if his infatuation could maybe grow into something else over time, and most of all, to find out if Frank maybe had feelings for Gerard too.

It had seemed like he had the other day, but Frank had been sick, and tired, and he might have just been grateful to Gerard for helping him out when he needed it, but he had asked for his number, and he wouldn't have done that if he didn't want to see Gerard again - right?

But Frank didn't give Gerard much time to ponder if he had imagined Frank's interest in him or not, because around five in the afternoon that day, not long after Gerard had gotten home from work and was trying to decide how he was going to spend the rest of his evening, Gerard's phone rang, causing Gerard to physically leap across the table to grab the device, even though it could be anyone calling, but luckily, Gerard wasn't disappointed when he saw Frank's name flashing across the screen.

"Hey," Gerard gasped out once he finally pressed the answer button on the phone, because even though he would never admit it, the sudden movement had strained Gerard slightly, and he really needed to work out more if simply jumping across his kitchen counter had caused him to be this winded.

"Hey yourself cutie," Frank giggled softly, and Gerard had to resist the urge to squeal like an overexcited teenager who's crush had finally called him for the first time, which was actually a perfect description for the feeling Gerard was experiencing right now.

"How are you feeling?"

"A lot better now - thank fuck, I hate being sick." There was a short pause, during which Gerard did his best to think of something else to say to keep the conversation going, but his mind was coming up painfully blank at the moment.

"Good - that's good," Gerard rolled his eyes at his lame response, but talking on the phone had never been his strong point, so he was doing his best here.

"So...have you eaten yet?" Frank asked curiously, and being the socially awkward mess that he was, Gerard didn't catch on to what Frank was trying to hint at, and he was left extremely puzzled by Frank's question.

"Uh...no? I just got home from work actually," Gerard stammered out, his eyebrows pulling downward as he tried to figure out why Frank wanted to know if he had consumed any food lately.