Winter Screams and Starbucks - littleblackghost

Part 10

They caught a cab to Frank's, and were silent most of the drive, other than Gerard pointing out he lived around a five minute drive from Frank's apartment.

Once Frank had let them into the apartment, and Gerard had managed to fend off three yapping dogs at his feet ("They're my babies," Frank had grinned, scratching each dog behind the ears), Frank told him to make himself comfortable, and disappeared into the kitchen.

Gerard had threw his jacket over the back of the sofa, and walked over to the large bookcase against one of the walls. He was running a hand along the bottom, noting Frank's excellent taste in literature, when he landed on a shelf of graphic novels. He felt a blush creep over his as he ran his hand over a limited edition copy of The Apocalypse Suite, complete with notes and sketches.

"Uh, yeah,"
Gerard turned to see Frank standing behind him, two glasses in his hand, cheeks red.
"Nice collection," Gerard said, turning back to the shelves. "You have like, everything Grant Morrison ever released, I think."
He heard Frank set the glasses on the small coffee table, and walk up behind him.

"Yeah, he's my favourite writer," Frank shrugged, looking up at the shelf Gerard was running his fingers along.
"He's an awesome guy," Gerard nodded.
"You know him?"
Gerard gave a small laugh. "I'm writing something with him at the moment, actually."

"Fuck," Frank hissed. "Could you be anymore perfect?"

Gerard turned to face him, eyebrows raised.
Frank smirked, and stepped a little closer, placing his hands on Gerard's hips.

As Frank leaned up, Gerard could feel his heart racing, Mikey's words repeating and repeating in his mind.
"Mikey thinks you're just looking for sex," he blurted out.

Frank paused, and stepped back slightly, hands still on Gerard's hips gently.
"Oh yeah?"
Gerard nodded, before he raised a hand to cover his eyes. "I cannot believe I just said that."
"No, it's okay," Frank smiled, fingers rubbing the material of Gerard's shirt on his hips. "He works with bands, he knows what we're like."

"Are you?" Gerard asked, pulling his hand away.
Frank looked up at him, and gave a small smile, before he leaned up, and pressed his lips against Gerard's.

It was everything Gerard had imagined, and more. He literally had to hold back a whimper, as Frank stepped closer, pulling their hips together, and parting Gerard's lips with his tongue, to slide it across his small teeth, and into his mouth.

It took Gerard a few seconds to find his bearings, before he slid his hands up to Frank's jaw. They stayed like that for a few minutes, before parting, Frank looking up at Gerard, breathing softly.
"Can I take you to bed?" He said, eyes on Gerard's.

It took Gerard a few seconds of ignoring Mikey's voice in his mind, before he nodded, allowing Frank to take his hand and lead him out of the room, and down the small hallway to his bedroom.
Gerard didn't have much time to take in his surroundings as Frank had him pushed up against the door, practically attacking his mouth.

He felt Frank's hands grabbing at his shirt, trying to pull at the hem. Well, if Frank could do that, then Gerard could have a little grope himself them.

He slid his hands up and under Frank's t-shirt, his hands wandering over his nipples, and grinning as Frank moaned against his mouth.

"Bed," Frank was muttering, pulling away, and trying to pull Gerard's shirt over his head. "Bed."

Gerard nodded, pulling shirt off and kicking his boots to the side of the bed, before he practically fell backwards on the bed, Frank climbing on top of him, locking their mouths together again, and straddling Gerard's hips.