Subway Train ➫ Frerard

chpt. nineteen ➫ drunk

after talking to some people, frank definitely began warming up. he drank a lot of drinks, and noticed how woozy he was becoming. 

gerard, on the other hand, just watched his boyfriend get drunk out of his mind. he himself didn't drink, though he wanted to. he wanted to remain sober so that he could walk home fine with frank.

after a few minutes of pete, mikey, vic, and kellin playing a drinking game, gerard had noticed that frank was nowhere to be seen.

while gerard searched for his boyfriend, he had noticed that dallon was looking for somebody, too.

"hey gerard," dallon said, panting. "have you seen brendon?"

gerard knew where this was headed, though he didn't want to assume it. "no. have you seen frankie?"

they both rushed down the hall towards pete and mikey's bedroom. the door was unlocked, but they didn't open it quite yet.

"you don't think..." dallon started.

gerard laughed it off. "no way."

dallon opened the door to see his boyfriend on top of gerard's, vigorously making out on pete and mikey's bed.

"brendon!" dallon shouted.

brendon drowsily turned around, facing dallon. "hey baby."

"what are you doing?!" dallon hissed as he pried brendon off of frank.

"frankie, you're drunk," gerard turned around to face the door, then back at frank. "we have to go home."

frank sat up unsteadily. "go home?" he wiped his mouth and bit his lip. "but babe, the party's just started..." frank got up and kissed gerard.

gerard tasted the liquor on his lips. he was almost disgusted by it. gerard's been drunk like this before, but never to the point of making out with someone else.

"no, frankie," gerard pushed frank off. "we have to go home."

frank pushed gerard onto the bed. he watched as brendon and dallon left the room, closing the door.

"frank iero." said gerard, firmly.

"come on." frank seductively said, crawling on top of gerard.

he let frank get on top of him, and that's when he held him in a tight grip. gerard stood up and flung frank over his shoulder, exiting the bedroom and into the living room.

"hey guys, thanks for the invite. frank's drunk, we gotta go." gerard smiled as he left pete's house. he carried frank bridal-style and walked his way back to the apartment.

"baby..." frank said drowsily. "i-i...want..."

"what?" gerard cooed.

"i want you..."

gerard smirked. frank was drunk, but he knew what he wanted.

frank moaned as gerard entered the apartment building and up the elevator. "tonight... please...?"

gerard dragged frank to their apartment and pushed him in.

frank looked at gerard with red eyes. his x's were smudged and his lips looked swollen from all the alcohol.

"please..." frank got on his knees as he unzipped gerard's pants.

"unh fine." gerard said, going into the room as frank followed.

the same thing happened as the last night, except frank was on top. gerard never knew how this felt, it was new. all he knew was that it felt good.

gerard moaned from time to time, giving frank the pleasure of doing it.

frank covered gerard's eyes and mouth, preventing him from seeing or saying anything.

"gerard..." frank said as he bit his lip. "i think it's your turn..."

gerard screamed as frank smiled at his weakness. gerard's knees were trembling.

"i love you, gerard."