this was written in two parts lmao
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Dinner out with James Dewees was a good idea in theory. Admittedly, the first half of the meal was pretty enjoyable. The food was good, not too fancy but just enough for them. Frank and James hadn't been able to talk in a while, spending most of their time chattering excitedly and catching up on each other's lives.
It was when James started into a story, and warned them in advance that it might take a while to tell. No long story short for them, because every detail was what made it absolutely hilarious, according to him.
Probably not even halfway through the story - James had already been going on for a little while - Frank set his hand down of Gerard's knee, who'd barely spoke through the whole meal. He left Frank and James to their story telling, only making little comments here and there. It was nice to hear Frank so happy and enthusiastic with someone other than Gerard himself, Mikey, or Ray.
Their plates were empty in front of them, waiting to be picked up when Frank had landed his hand under the table on Gerard's knee. It seemed fairly innocent, Gee didn't think anything of it really. The kind of reassuring touch that was nice and made him happy. The weight and warmth of Frank's palm quickly started to travel upwards, and Gerard knew it was more than the comforting-contact.
He tried to pay no mind, restraining himself from fully leaning back in his seat and making it so glaringly obvious that Frank was feeling up his thigh and moving into crotch territory. Gerard wanted to watch, he wanted so desperately to look at Frank's hand and his fingers - god - curling around the swell of his thigh; playing with the inner seam of his black jeans that refused to hide anything about him getting hard.
Gerard was trying really hard not to let his cheeks go apple red when Frank's hand cupped him directly through his jeans, right there in public - in front of his longtime friend. He got so concentrated on avoiding getting busted, thrown out of the restaurant or otherwise along with the feeling of the heel of Frank's hand pressing down on his cock that he didn't even notice Dewees was done telling his story and both him and Frank were laughing madly at whatever the punchline was. Not wanting to make things weird or awkward, Gee laughed along too, but it came out more nervous than anything.
Not too long after their plates were collected and the bill was brought to the table, Frank insisting that he pay for James. Frank left Gerard uncomfortably hard, pretending nothing even happened between them just a few minutes before.
Damn him and his ability to tease like a mother fucker.
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"The fuck," Gerard breathed once they got into the car. "What the fuck."
Frank just turned and looked at Gerard with this smug grin, like he knew exactly what he did to Gerard. He did know.
"That was so shitty of you," Gerard laughed, not really believing what Frank pulled back there. In public.
"You love me," Frank responded, pulling his seatbelt over his chest to buckle up and putting the keys on the ignition.
"Yeah, yeah, I do," Gerard sighed, "Fuck. You'd better deal with this when we get home," he buckled himself in as well, and the rest of the car ride was relatively silent, the radio playing quietly. Gerard couldn't stop crossing his legs, over one then another repetitively, trying to give himself some friction. He stared intensely at Frank, who stole glances when they hit a red light.
