Who The Fuck Is Frank Iero And Why Does He Want Me?

1. It Started Out With a Kiss...

[This story is NOT mine. All credit goes to parahutes on Archive Of Our Own.]

Gerard didn't do parties. He was more of a stay at home, drinking coffee and drawing superheroes in his many sketchbooks kind of guy. Gerard really wasn't a party animal, but he was here, beer in hand, other hand stuffed into his jeans pocket and just...

Gerard seriously wondered why he had even bothered leaving the confines of his comfort zone. His comfort zone reaching out as far as he needed to go, which was basically to the fridge or the pot of coffee on the kitchen counter and maybe, just maybe, if he had to, his comfort zone stretched out as far as the local store.

But that was really pushing it for comfort zones. That meant human interaction. That meant talking to someone. That just meant...Gerard hated leaving the house, but here he was.

Mikey had got the invite to the party, but he wasn't going since his boyfriend had just come back from a two week long family vacation. Mikey was so much more interested in spending some quality time with his eyeliner clad boyfriend, so Mikey put it out there that Gerard seriously needed to get out there. Go out, mingle with people, even if people did make Gerard shudder at the thought of interaction.

Gerard had protested, saying that he had a drawing he wanted to finish and that there was a sci fi movie marathon on tonight that he really really wanted to watch. But Mikey was the more stubborn out of the two of them. He was insistent that he needed this. Gerard needed to get some fresh air, not that he was like a house pet or something that was contained into a house. Gerard contained himself and Mikey really did think that that wasn't healthy for his older brother.

So Mikey text the person who had invited him, saying that he wouldn't be able to come to the house party this time, but his brother was more than up for it.

Which leads us back to Gerard being at this party. He hadn't even really bothered to make himself look presentable. He had considered a shower, but he also considered the can of deodorant in his room and the outfit that didn't smell too bad. His clothes couldn't stand up by themselves and he thought that his hair looked alright when he tucked it behind his ears. He knew it needed a wash. It had been a few days since he had washed it, but since Gerard really didn't want to go to this stupid house party that Mikey had insisted that he went to, well, he wasn't exactly going to put much effort into his appearance.

Gerard had arrived, mumbling to the house parties host that he was Mikey's brother. The host had looked him up and down, probably mentally questioning the colourful paint stains on his jeans, the battered Ramones shirt and just how he had a certain air of funk to him. But he was still let in, being told that there was beer in the fridge and that if he wanted to smoke then he was going to have to go out into the back garden.

That was immediately where Gerard went, grabbing himself a beer from the fridge, opening it before he went out into the back garden. Gerard produced his cigarettes, lighting up, inhaling before he took a swig on his beer. There was too many people at the party for his liking. He had avoided the medium sized group of people in the front room, knowing that interaction with people he didn't know was daunting because he was awkward and seriously, just conversation. What the hell was Gerard going to talk about to people he didn't know. Comic books? He didn't want to be called a geek, even though he was. He could talk about how he could class himself as an artist? But what if they called him pretentious and in a drunk state they questioned if an empty crumpled up can of beer could be classed as modern art?

Gerard couldn't be dealing with that and to be perfectly honest, he was quite content with his own company out in the back garden as he sipped on his beer, smoking his cigarette, sniffing and smelling...was that...green?

Gerard caught the whiff of it, like someone had been out in the garden recently, smoking a joint. Probably sharing a joint with someone. Gerard hadn't touched weed since art school. He used to love it, getting stoned and then heading back to his little work space in the classroom. He believed that he had created some of his best paintings when he was high. Not that he did it often. Plus he hadn't done it since art school.

But Gerard got a taste for it as he sucked slowly on his plain and boring cigarette. He liked the idea of having a joint right now. If this party was going to be shit to him then at least he could be high and giggly and probably a little more talkative if he smoked a joint or two.

Gerard considered trying to find out who the person was who had weed at the party, that was if they had anymore weed left, but that meant social interaction and Gerard was way too sober to consider walking around the party asking total strangers if they had weed on them.

So the smoking a joint idea died in his mind, fizzling out as Gerard took one more long drag on his cigarette before he skillfully flicked the cigarette out into the garden, watching the smoke linger in the air for a second where the cigarette butt had flown. It was cold. That was another thing that he didn't exactly like, being cold. Gerard liked warmth. Not like the warmth of a nice hot bath or shower. No, that meant getting wet. The only kind of wet heat he liked was a nice, freshly brewed cup of coffee. The real kind of warmth Gerard liked was his duvet, hiding in amongst the folds to keep warm in his basement bedroom. His bed. He liked his oversized hoodie that he had at home which seriously hadn't been washed in months. The one with the chewed sleeve ends from where he had sat watching films, zoning out at the TV screen like a zombie.

Gerard just liked being warm and out in the back garden was not warm so he turned on his feet, grumbling to himself because he had to go back in and there was way too many people inside of the house. But the warmth was inside so Gerard had no choice. He had to go back in.

Gerard heard a laugh rippling through the house as he re-entered. The laugh was high pitched to a degree, making it sound like the creator of the laugh was struggling for breath. Whatever he was laughing at was either so hilarious to the point he fought for breath or it was so bad and said laugher had just had something and that something made every bad joke the best joke in the entire world. Gerard swore he could hear the person who was laughing struggling for breath and he immediately put two and two together and got the answer I've found the weed smoker.

Gerard looked into the front room where the laughter was coming from and he saw a guy on his knees on the floor, hand on his chest with eyes screwed shut, mouth cracked into a wide open smile as he tried to control his laughter. The weed smoker had been spotted and Gerard didn't exactly feel comfortable about just approaching this person in the middle of a laughing fit to question him about if he still had a baggy that he wanted to maybe share.

His laughter died down as he sat on his knees, wiping a tear away from his eye before those eyes locked with Gerard and Gerard felt like a deer in a set of headlights. It felt like a truck was hurtling towards him because eye contact was one of the things that he wasn't so good at. But this guy had looked at him for a brief moment. Gerard had lost the ability to breath properly, lungs refusing to work like they were supposed to because this guy, no matter what he had been laughing at, was kind of cute. This punk kind of cute thanks to his bleach blond and black hair style like fuck, Gerard swore that the metaphorical truck was about to smack into his frame and take him down, but somehow he realised that he was still looking at the guy and he startled himself, making his feet move even though he swore that his feet were stuck in quicksand and he was moments away from sinking. But Gerard finally moved, breaking eye contact as he decided that he needed to just be anywhere else in the house that wasn't close to this weed smoking giggling cute guy. Human interaction was not his strongest quality. It was practically at the bottom of the list if Gerard had to list his strong points. Human interaction was even harder when it involved someone that made Gerard's heart flutter momentarily, making him want to just avoid the person because he sucked at flirting and he sucked at most other things when it came to talking to a person. Cute people just made it even harder to talk in Gerard's eyes, so he did the best thing he could think of doing right now. He darted upstairs, pretending that he needed to use the bathroom just so he could get away from the cute guy in the front room.

Gerard felt safe and secure as soon as he locked himself into the small bathroom upstairs. He really didn't think that he needed the toilet. This was just his way to get away and have a moment to recompose himself before heading back downstairs. Most likely heading out into the garden to chain smoke and drink his beer. But now he was very aware of how his bladder was giving him the signal that he actually did kind of need to go. Two birds, one stone, or something like that, Gerard thought as he set his beer down on the back of the toilet, flipping the seat up before he unzipped the fly on his jeans, relieving himself as he tried to get his shit together in his head.

Gerard felt like he had the power in him to just avoid the guy. He knew he wasn't very strong willed at doing stuff, but he believed that he could keep his distance from the cute guy.

Unless the cute guy was willing to share a joint with him. Gerard knew that then he would crumble and admit defeat, giving in and finally speaking to another person.

All for a joint? Maybe for a split second it seemed worth it as Gerard finished, doing up his fly before grabbing his beer off of the back of the toilet.

Gerard felt like enough time had passed, even if it had only been a minute or two. He felt like maybe he could consider going back downstairs to be in the same vicinity as the cute guy. He felt like he had it in him to be able to just ignore the guy because Gerard didn't want to try and strike up a conversation because he knew he would fail at that. Most likely make a fool out if himself before the cute guy laughed. His laugh would ring out, aimed at Gerard because he had probably said something ridiculously stupid, making him want the ground to open up, swallow him whole before spitting out his bones.

Gerard was not good with embarrassment, especially if he was the one being laughed at.

But Gerard never made it downstairs. He had barely made it out of the bathroom. He had not been paying attention to the fact that maybe someone was outside of the bathroom, most likely waiting to use the toilet after him. But the person who was outside the bathroom, the person who Gerard had not noticed as he left the bathroom, well, that person had decided that he definitely didn't need the toilet. He was upstairs for an entirely different reason.

Gerard didn't think that anything like this was going to happen to him. It may have felt nice, rushed, totally not planned and probably so much more, but the thing was that things like this never happened to him. Who in their right mind would want to pounce on a greasy haired twenty something who preferred to spend all of his time in his basement room at his parents house?

Gerard didn't think that anyone would want to do that to him. Do this with him. Kissing. Actually want to lock lips with him, but someone did. Someone wanted to. Someone was doing that with him.

Gerard didn't have time to focus on who was pushing him against the wall in the hallway, but maybe he was hoping, the little glimmer of hope flickering in the back of his skull that the person who had pressed their lips to his was none other than the cute guy from downstairs.

He could only hope, that he knew too well.

Gerard was thanking whoever was up there looking down on him because it was the guy who had been laughing hysterically downstairs. In a brief moment when the kiss broke he opened his eyes to see who the hell had pounced on him. It was him. Gerard didn't really know what to think because had this started thanks to mere eye contact? If that was the case then he felt like he should have made eye contact with cute guys more often.

Gerard may not have been a fan of talking to people, but if someone was wanting to kiss him then he was more than up for it, especially if the person who wanted to kiss him was cute.

It took Gerard a second to adjust. Yes, he liked kissing. He liked to think that he was good at kissing, but being jumped on and being kissed so unexpectedly, it made Gerard freeze for a moment. His lips locked up and he didn't know exactly what to do, like he had forgotten how to kiss another person for a split second, but when he felt hands on his hips, fingers squeezing him firmly, it pretty much anchored and grounded Gerard back into reality. His brain re-fired, recalibrated, restarted and his lips finally moved, syncing up with cute guy who apparently wanted to kiss him.

Not even an introduction. Not that Gerard minded. Yeah, a name and maybe a little background on the person would have been nice, but he was more focussed on how nice this guy's lips felt on his. They felt really nice, soft, perfect and totally pressing against Gerard's.

Right now a thought flickered through Gerard's mind as he felt cute guy deepen the kiss, teeth grazing against Gerard's bottom lip, tugging gently. He thought about how he wished he took a little more care with his lips. Maybe purchased some ChapStick or something, a lip balm of some kind because he knew he chewed on his bottom lip and he knew that they were a little chapped at the moment. But apparently cute guy didn't mind as he felt him hum into the kiss, taking a step forward like he could just get that little bit closer to him.

There was kissing and then there was making out. Gerard felt like a horny teenager experiencing his first heated make out session with the complete and utter stranger. It didn't matter that he had given this guy the nickname cute guy because he hadn't had an opportunity to ask the guy who was kissing him his name. There hadn't really been a moment when the two stopped kissing. Cute guy had pulled away for a second, licking at his bottom lip which Gerard caught sight of, making a shiver run down his spine involuntarily. But cute guy ended up back on Gerard, smushing his lips back against Gerard's while he breathed heavily through his nose.

Gerard's eyes remained open for a second because this all felt too good to be true. He wondered if he had slipped over in the bathroom, cracked his head on something hard and knocked himself out. Maybe Gerard was just dreaming about making out with the cute guy from downstairs. Maybe this was all just a figment of his sex deprived imagination.

Not that his dry spell had been going on for long. It had just been going on for long enough.

Gerard's eyes focussed on how close this guy was, so fucking close and connected. He took in as much as he could, noticing how dark and long cute guys eyelashes were. Gerard noticed how cute guy was wearing smudged eyeliner around his eyes and that had him groaning in the back of his throat.

Gerard didn't usually have a soft spot for guys wearing makeup. Mikey's boyfriend wore eyeliner so that was an immediate turn off for him. But this guy. From what Gerard could see, it was smudged like the guy had quickly and messily lined his eyes before smearing it all in. He had this rolled out of bed only an hour ago look about him that had Gerard weak at the knees. His short messy peroxide sides of his hair looked like it was starting to grow out. Dark roots were on show and nearly matched with the black messy faux hawk that sat on top of his head, long strands having been tucked behind his ear.

Gerard felt his whole body heating up as the guy sucked on his bottom lip, groaning as he pushed his hips against him, squeezing his bottom half between himself and the wall.

Gerard felt short of breath as he tried to figure out what to do with his hands. They were kind of limp and at his sides, but he knew he had to do something with them, anything. Even if it was just to hold this cute guy, feel him and remember that this was real and not a figment of his imagination.

Plus Gerard had only had one beer, or more a half of his beer since the bottle had been knocked out of his hand, knocked to the floor and the rest of it spilled onto the carpet. This was not a drunk thought. A drunk possibility that Gerard wasn't going to act on. This was very real as Gerard felt fingers on the side of his face, sliding over his ears before fingers locked and tangled in his greasy hair.

"You're such..." The guy finally spoke, lips still on Gerard's as his words vibrated and muffled, "Such a good kisser."

Gerard liked to believe that he was a good kisser. Maybe when he was younger, around the age of thirteen, fourteen, Gerard learnt about kissing and he might have practised on his own hand. Maybe he had been told before that he was a good kisser, but before he didn't entirely believe it when he heard another person say it. He believed himself, not that he kissed himself. That would have been super weird and super depressing, but since the cute guy was saying it, his words pressing against Gerard's lips, all breathy and wanting, he got this boost of confidence. His hands slipped onto cute guys waist, sliding round onto the small of his back before Gerards fingers were looping onto his belt, holding him in place because if this guy wanted to kiss Gerard then Gerard wanted to keep him as close as humanly possible.

"Thanks," Gerard mumbled against the cute guys lips. He wished that he knew cute guys name. In the brief glimpses up close and seeing him downstairs in the front room, Gerard could easily imagine what this guys name was. A cute name. Probably a one syllable name like Sam or Dan or Tom. But he was this punkish looking guy with a lip ring and dyed hair and eye makeup. Yeah, he could have had any of those names that Gerard had already thought of. Or he could have been a Brad, or a Kyle, or anything. He didn't know but he did want to know as he felt cute guy press his chest to Gerard's, really squeezing him between his body and the wall, "I don't even know who you are."

The guy didn't respond, he just ran his tongue along Gerard's lip, making him gasp. He mouth opened slightly and cute guys tongue was against his own, exploring, licking and just making Gerard shudder, wanting more even though this was way too rushed. This should not have happened so fast. He knew it was oh so fast, but at the same time he wasn't exactly going to stop it since this guy was all over him. His hands had moved from Gerard's hair. One was on the back of his neck, holding him in place, the other was back on Gerard's hip, squeezing firmly, pressing and occasionally rubbing tiny circles.

No matter how fast this was, Gerard still wanted more. He felt the bubble in his gut and he really hadn't felt it for a while, especially with another person. Maybe he had felt a dulled down bubble when he had his hand around his cock, rutting against the mattress. This bubble felt hot and intense and he couldn't help how his breath was coming out short, panting against cute guys mouth. It felt almost breathtaking, like Gerard would happily give up breathing for this to continue.

But Gerard gave into his body's need and inhaled through his nose, taking in air and getting a whiff of green. He was the weed smoker. Or at least he had been in very close proximity to whoever had been smoking weed. His hysterical laughter downstairs had made Gerard think that he was stoned and maybe this random making out in the upstairs hallway right by the bathroom was another sign that he was high.

Maybe this guy didn't get normal munchies. Maybe his munchies were like make out munchies where all he wanted to do was kiss until the end of the world, or at least until the weed had worn off.

And Gerard wasn't going to complain if this guy was high and having make out munchies. He was cute, okay, maybe Gerard was starting to think that this guy was hot instead. Cute wasn't enough. Hot was better because he just was. Gerard's fingers had come to rest on newly named hot guysjaw and his jawline was sharp like, Gerard swore that he could tell that his face was gorgeous up close just by the feel of his jaw and the feel of his mouth against his.

Hot guy pulled away for a second and Gerard got a proper look at him. He was running a hand through the black chunk of hair on the top of his head, eyes heavy before he looked at him. He had this dark, brooding, almost animalistic look in his eyes, like he knew what he wanted and damn it, he was going to get it. Gerard being what he wanted to get apparently. Gerard felt his stomach tighten at the look. He tried to pull as much oxygen into his lungs as quickly and as evenly as possible while he noticed the red tinge to the whites of the guys eyes.

Stoner. Stoned. The proof was all there.

There wasn't long until hot guy was stepping closer to him again and Gerard was maybe more than ready for round two if this was actually round two. But he wanted to actually know who he was locking lips with. Kissing a stranger may have been totally spur of the moment and a rush and thankfully hot guy was insanely hot now Gerard had gotten a proper look at him, but he at least wanted a name. At least that so Gerard would have a small detail to explain to Mikey in the morning to make it more believable.

Mikey would not believe that someone this hot was all pressed up against him in the hallway of the party by the bathroom. Mikey seriously would not believe that his recluse of an older brother had had a make out session with someone from the party. It didn't seem believable.

But it was believable as hot guy slowed it down. He pressed his lips to Gerards again, but he was taking his time, like he was taking in Gerard from the lips, feeling him move against him like, it was nice and it slowed down the pace for Gerard. He liked to mix it up as he opened his mouth in time with hot guys and their tongues met, but seriously, Gerard was getting adamant that he wanted a name in the next few minutes or so.

"Wh..." Gerard tried to speak against hot guys lips, but words were failing when kissing was going on, so he broke the kiss for a second, stopping his mind from spinning so wildly as he tried to form words, "Who...why...?"

Two words, excellent work, Gerard thought, feeling hot guys nose nudge at his chin, tilting his head up before lips were on his jawline.

Not by the ear, Gerard thought, hands digging into hot guys sides harder because he knew that if he found the spot then he was not going to be able to contain the noise that would jump in his throat.

Gerard was more interested in finding out this guys name, but he wasn't answering, he was more interested in kissing and nipping at Gerard's jawline, but seriously, he wanted answers in the next minute or so.

"You..." The guy finally spoke against Gerard's jaw before pulling away. He licked his lips, blinking a couple times, taking in all the pale, unblemished skin of Gerard's neck before he spoke, trying to explain, "You know when you just see someone, and that someone sees you. Like, you hope there is a connection. You want there to be a connection and at the same time...you want to skip all the introductions because...well, the guy you want to kiss is pretty like, you're pretty. Plus I was curious about what it was like to kiss you. I wondered if you would want to kiss me back. I wondered what it would be like...to kiss you. You're a really good kisser. I'm a good kisser. We kiss well. Like, I want to keep kissing you because you are just...such a good kisser."

Stoned ramblings, Gerard thought as hot guy spoke. He had gotten all up in his business as the words came out, practically breathing out his explanation against Gerard's neck before lips were back on him and Gerard was so very aware of how close hot guy was to his weak spot. He was sure to find it and he was not going to be able to control himself.

Sometimes Gerard wondered why his weak spot was on his neck. Not that he was complaining. He loved having his neck kissed. Kissing on the lips was great, but actually roaming with the kisses, exploring, trailing down neck always had goosebumps forming on Gerard. He didn't understand why his weak spot was there, along with his chest too. It was odd to him, even though he had heard of other people's weak spots being like the inside of their thighs, or collarbone, or on the nipple, like him, but probably more one than the other. Another weak spot could be the ear. Maybe this one was where it was because it was close to his left ear so he could hear whoever was kissing his weak spot, hear their breathing, hear vibrating moans against his skin, just hear and take in and turn to putty. Not that Gerard was complaining. He liked being putty. If he turned to putty then he was more than happy to go and just, get the party really fucking started.

Not that he was insinuating that he wanted to have sex with this guy. Maybe his dick had already made the decision, but seriously, Gerard wanted a name or he was going to end up giving hot guy a new name just so he didn't feel so bad about making out with a complete stranger.

"But..." Gerard huffed out, wanting a name until lips were there and there was the spot and Gerard swore he could feel electricity under his skin. Lips brushed and attached to his weak spot, making his grip tighten on hot guy and no matter how hard he tried to contain it, the moan still fought to escape his throat, rumbling inside of him.

Hot guy smirked against his neck because he knew what he had found. A weak spot that had Gerard breathing in sharply. The moan was there, residing in his throat and hot guy was totally going to take advantage of what he had found. He latched on, teeth grazing the weak spot as he wedged his leg between Gerard's, pressing. Not pressing too hard, but pressing with just enough pressure so he felt Gerard's hips stutter, rolling a little against his thigh.

It was a sweet sensation, perfect friction was being created and Gerard knew this was going too fast. He knew he really shouldn't have started thinking with what was waking up in his jeans, but he couldn't help it as his fingers dug in firmly against the skin on hot guys waist, keeping him close and right there. He didn't want this to end right now, even if he still really wanted to know this guys name. He had to ask. He had to know since he knew this guy was currently giving him a hickey on his neck.

"Wait...wait," Gerard choked out, readying the words on his tongue as he finally got hot guy away from his neck for long enough to talk, "What the fuck is your name?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." Hot guy smirked before he was back on his neck, making a louder moan finally erupt from Gerard as his tongue ran over where he had been sucking, wetting the bruise to make it glisten before his lips were back on his jaw, trailing kisses right up to his ear.

Gerard felt the hot breath against his ear and Gerard swore he was melting, feeling like jelly, so boneless before he felt tongue lapping at his earlobe, totally driving Gerard insane while he tried to remain in control. Gerard had to know this guys name, even if it was one of the last this he did before he went back to hiding away in his basement bedroom.

"Tell me..." Gerard started, trying to control the shake in his voice as he felt teeth grazing his ear lobe, "Who are you?"

"Your dream boy." The guy breathed right into Gerard's ear and for fuck sake, he was getting so fucking frustrated because this guy was being difficult about giving him his name. Gerard was at the point of not caring about what this guys name was. He just wanted to be able to put something to this guy. Pin him as real and not a daydream.

Of course he was real, Gerard could feel that he was very fucking real beneath his fingertips, but a name solidified just how real he was. Plus then he could maybe get a number as well as a name because then maybe they could do this again sometime. Maybe do more than kissing. Gerard was more than up for that with the way hot guys leg was still pinned between his, making him wish that he could just rut against it and bring himself off as they made out, but that seemed desperate and tacky in Gerard's mind, so he refrained himself, knowing that as soon as he got home tonight he was totally going to think about this moment in time while he jacked off in bed.

"You're such a fucking good kisser," Hot guy groaned, attacking Gerard's mouth again with his, peppering his lips with quick kisses before he deepened them again, opening up and kissing him like there was no tomorrow, "Could kiss you all night long. Fucking perfect."

Gerard's hands moved from hot guys waist and moved up to the side of his head. Gerard tugged on the growing out strands of peroxide blond hair, holding this guy in place while he tried to take control. Yes, he wanted to kiss this guy all night long too, but he really wanted a name and damn it, he was adamant that he was going to get this guys name before he left the party tonight.

"Tell me..." Gerard spoke between kisses, knowing that if he didn't get a name this time round he felt like he was going to scream, "Your name."

"Why are you so insistent on knowing my name?" Hot guy broke the kiss, questioning as he stepped away from Gerard. He missed the warm contact of his body against his own. Gerard wanted him all back and right in his face. He almost felt cold without hot guys chest pressed against his, but hot guys brow was creased, frowning as he looked at Gerard, "You are you...I am me. That is all that should matter. I wanna kiss you. You clearly feel the same. Why get hung up on the details? Live a little."

"I just want to know your name," Gerard whined, "If you are going to kiss me then at least tell me your name."

Gerard hoped that this would work. Or it would backfire horribly. Hot guy would end up not wanting to kiss him again so then he didn't have to give him his name and then all of this would be over in a flash. It would just end up as a memory that Gerard would not want to let go of.

Hot guy chewed on his bottom lip, tugging on his lip ring gently as he eyes focussed on Gerard. Gerard felt a little nervous since he had such beautiful eyes trained on him, why would this guy who was clearly hot and punkish and totally fucking millions of light years out of his league want to kiss him?

Had he banged his head? Was he not thinking straight because he was stoned? Gerard wanted this guy to be thinking straight about the whole making out because he was totally up for more of that happening any second now. But hot guy kept looking at him, resting a hand on his hip as he tucked long black strands of hair behind his ear, pushing it out of his eyes.

"It's Frank," Hot guy finally spoke. Hot guy finally had a name. Gerard could see him as a Frank. The name suited him. Short, sharp and totally the kind of name that Gerard could happily get used to saying a lot, "Happy now?"

Gerard just nodded, unable to speak as he logged Frank's name into his memory, not wanting to forget it because hot guy had a hot name and seriously, Gerard just wanted to get back to what they had been doing a few minutes ago.

"So...what's yours?" Frank asked, wanting to know Gerard's now since they had stopped kissing just to share names.

Frank was okay with that. To be perfectly honest, he was a little surprised that this guy didn't already know his name. He was a regular party goer. But Frank didn't recognise this guy. He looked like a new guy to the party scene, or at least this house party scene. He looked like the kind of guy who would rather stay at home, not go out to some house party, crashing on the floor before waking up the next morning with a horrific hangover.

"My name?" Gerard stuttered out, knowing that his name was easy to say, but the word caught inside of him, getting tangled in his mind as he blinked a couple of times as Frank.

"Yeah...you know mine now...what's yours?" Frank smirked, getting closer to Gerard again, "Or shall I give you a name? How about...Andrew or...Gavin...or-"

"It's Gerard," Gerard finally spat his name out as Frank got so close to him that their chests were nearly touching again, "My name is Gerard."

Frank nodded at that. A name was a name, "Nice name. I might call you Gee though. Gee is cute. You're cute. Wanna kiss you again. Wanna-"

Frank cut himself off when he pressed his lips back against Gerard's. They had spent too much time talking, they hadn't spent enough time kissing. Frank felt like they had wasted so much precious time with the exchange of names, but that was over now and he was more than happy to resume from where they had stopped. Carry on and not care that people were walking past them to use the bathroom as they kissed messily.

Plus Gerard was more than happy for it to carry on. If this Frank guy was wanting to kiss him some more then who was Gerard to stop him as his arms wrapped around Frank's waist, pulling him right up close to himself, squeezing him perfectly as the two continued to kiss in the upstairs hallway of the house party.