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chapter sixteen,

lmao okay not to be shady but here's some tea;;; there's a few writers on this website that are pretty popular (i won't name names, but it's not the mcr fandom so dw) and i've spoken with them and the both of them fetishize sex workers and brothels and think that people being forced into sex work is "really sexy" soooooooooooooo just saying,, if you're in the twentyonepilots fandom,,,,, i'd leave ! xoc

also,, why does it always take me SO LONG to write smut? like i seriously think i'm so bad at it ahkjdfhkjhfd especially the endings aHAHAH ,,, (that's your warning)
#frankhasatinypeen2k18

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"so, i could give you a tour of jersey, if you want?" 

"babe, i grew up in jersey," gerard replied simply, kissing the top of frank's hand. they'd gone out for lunch, and gerard wasn't entirely sure where the pet names kept coming from, but frank didn't seem to mind.

"you did? what the fuck? why wasn't i informed?" 

gerard laughed, shrugging. "it never came up, i guess. my mom still lives in belleville, but i doubt she'd wanna see me," he giggled, "the amount of times the government went to that house, i swear she'd-"

"you grew up in belleville? so did i!" 

"er- i know," gerard shrugged again, blushing lightly, taking a drink of his coffee.

"of course you do," frank rolled his eyes, but he was smiling so gerard knew that it was okay. he was starting to get a hang of the whole body-language thing, and he'd only been with frank for twelve hours. he was very proud of himself. "what're we doing today then? and when do you have to be home?"

"well, seeing as i quit work i don't have to be home, like, ever," gerard smiled, and frank grinned at him.

"that's great! but- what're we going to do for the rest of ever?" he asked, resting his chin in his palm. 

"whatever you want, love," gerard shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. 

"we could go like, walk around?"

"walk around?" gerard laughed, and frank admired his lopsided smile. "whereabouts?"

"i don't know- don't laugh at me. at least i'm giving ideas," frank pouted, but smiled again when gerard kept giggling. "we could go to the park? there's always dogs there and i love dogs!"

"i love dogs too," gerard replied, nodding. "and yeah, er- we could go to the park. c'mon."

they walked silently out the door of the cafe, and walked down the street comfortably for a while, before reaching a zebra crossing. gerard noticed frank's hand hanging limply at his side while they waited for the cars to pass or stop, and realized that if he reached his hand over less than two millimeters, their fingers would be touching. 

but would frank like that? to hold hands? he knew that frank like-liked him, at least. they'd kissed, multiple times. a silly grin slid onto his face as he thought about that, about how he'd touched frank. maybe frank would like it. 

he reached his hand over the two millimeters without looking at the smaller man, linking their fingers as they began to walk. he didn't miss the smile frank sent him, blushing softly. gerard cleared his throat and smirked to himself, pulling's frank's side flush against his own. he was very warm. frank removed gerard's hand from his own, the two still not looking at each other, and wrapped it over his shoulder, sliding even closer. 

gerard turned his head slightly, and sniffed at frank's wavy hair, basking in it. frank turned to him, grinning, and the two shared a smile. they chose not to notice the people who were staring.