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

2. The Coffee Gland Has Awoken

"Gerard?"

Gerard grumbled, feeling himself starting to properly wake up. He had been dozing on and off for a while now. He woke up some time ago, but he considered going back to sleep because he wasn't quite dying for a cup of coffee yet. He kept his eyes closed, snuggled up in his duvet in what was quite possibly the most comfortable position Gerard had ever found in his bed. He didn't understand how he hadn't discovered it before, but now he knew about it, he was totally going to stay in it, dozing in and out of sleep as he ignored the fact that his name had been called out from upstairs.

Mikey was awake. He was the one calling out Gerard's name so Gerard immediately knew that the reason why Mikey was calling out for him was because he wanted him to do something for him. Mikey knew not to wake Gerard up, unless the house was on fire, or the coffee pot was on fire, or something important was on fire.

But Gerard knew that he would probably sleep through an inferno. He could easily sleep through the house burning down before he finally rose from the folds of his duvet, scanning his surroundings to see that the house had burnt down. Not that that would happen, but still, Gerard was a hard bastard to get out of bed and even Mikey knew this.

"Gerard!"

He heard it again, frowning as he groaned. Gerard did not want to get up yet. He had come back late from the house party last night. He wasn't hungover. He had only had three beers last night before he left. Gerard had actually spent most of his time occupied, so he was not interested in drinking when there was something else that was far more interesting that Gerard could focus on.

Frank had spent most of the evening with him. They separated for a short while, mainly when someone came upstairs to find Frank, insisting that they needed to have another spliff. Frank had offered Gerard a joint, wondering if he wanted to partake, but Gerard declined, heading downstairs to grab another beer.

But Frank came back to Gerard after he had smoked the last of his weed. He dragged Gerard upstairs, pulling him into a darkened bedroom, flicking on a light before he was pushing Gerard down onto the bed, straddling him as lips connected again.

And that was how it was. Gerard swore at one point that he was going to be having sex, but he didn't. Sex was never mentioned and even though he had gotten to the point that yeah, he was so sure that he wanted to have sex with Frank, it never happened and Gerard was totally okay with that.

Kissing was nice. Gerard hadn't kissed anyone for a while. Let alone kissing someone who was so sure about wanting to kiss him back. Frank didn't want to stop. Yeah, he was stoned, yeah, he kept repeating how he thought Gerard was the best kisser ever. Yeah, he rambled when they took breaks, pausing to get their heads together again before more making out happened.

Frank kissing him was more than enough for Gerard last night. He was totally okay with spending the majority of his night with his lips on another person's. It was better than leaving the party early, sulking as he walked home because the party had been shit over all.

The party may have been shit, but Frank made it less shit thanks to his want to be attached to Gerard for a good portion of the evening.

Gerard thought about Frank's lips on his in the comfort of his cozy duvet. He remembered how good they felt pressed against his. He remembered the cold of the lip ring pressing against his lips. He remembered the groan he got from Frank when he tugged on his bottom lip with teeth. The groan that was like music to Gerard's ears, resonating in his mind before...

"If you don't get up I will prove to you how the hose in the garden reaches your bed!"

Gerard's eyes opened at that. He didn't want to know how Mikey knew how the garden hose reached down into Gerard's basement bedroom. Had Mikey really tested it out so he had ammunition to get Gerard out of bed quickly? Was it an empty threat? Gerard didn't want to rely on it being an empty threat because if it wasn't then Mikey was surely going to die at the hands of a very pissed off and soaking wet older brother.

"I'm up!" Gerard shouted, sleep still soaking his voice as he leant up on his elbows in bed. He brought a hand up to his face, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes as he discarded the duvet to one side of the bed. Gerard didn't want to get up. He wanted to spend at least another hour or so in bed, but he knew that Mikey wouldn't allow it since his parents were out and Mikey was more than awake.

He had most likely been awake a while too. Mikey was an early riser and Gerard winced as he thought about Mikey being an early riser thanks to the fact that Pete had most likely spent the night over with him.

Gerard finally set his feet down off of his bed, feeling worn down carpet under his bare feet. He stretched out, clicking his back before scratching behind his ear, ignoring how greasy his hair was and how in need of a good shampoo it was.

Was it day three now? Day four? Gerard couldn't remember how many days had passed since he had last washed his hair. Gerard hated how his hair looked once it was dry after washing it. It was too fluffy and shiny and flyaway on the first day. Gerard's second day hair was by far his best look. The worn in look. His hair slept on and it just sat better on top of his head. Day three, getting greasier, day four, his hair might as well have been calling out to be washed, not literally of course, but if his hair could talk right now, it would be screaming out help me, just like when people write clean me on dirty cars in an attempt to get someone or themselves to get the motivation to wash their vehicle.

Gerard was not motivated enough to wash his hair yet. He was motivated for one thing as he got up and threw on a pair of old sweat pants that didn't smell too bad. He grabbed a shirt, tugging it over his head before his motivation for coffee really started to kick in.

Gerard walked upstairs, smelling coffee as he tucked hair behind his ears. The smell perked him up and had him making a beeline for the kitchen where he found Mikey leaning against the kitchen counter near the pot of coffee, scrolling on his phone before he saw Gerard.

"It's awake," Mikey chuckled, locking his phone up, setting it down on the counter before turning to look at Gerard who was grabbing a mug from the shelf, "Thought I was going to have to get the hose out."

"Like the hose actually reaches my bedroom." Gerard muttered as he grabbed the pot of coffee, pouring himself a mugful.

"Don't make me prove it..." Mikey spoke, making Gerard scowl, wondering how Mikey had discovered this. Like, had he actually tested it out? Gerard didn't want to find that out because if it was true then seriously, Mikey was going to die very soon if Gerard ever woke up thanks to a spray of icy cold water on him whilst he was still in bed, "So...good night last night?"

Gerard just shrugged, not really wanting to go into detail about the fact that he had spent most of his evening making out with a stoned guy who was super hot and apparently super into Gerard last night, "Suppose so."

"Well...it must have been a good night last night." Mikey smirked as he spotted the purple blotch of colour on Gerard's neck. He put two and two together and got the idea that Gerard had most definitely had a good night thanks to the bruise on his neck. Gerard had obviously not realised that he had it on display with the way his hair was all tucked behind his ears, but Gerard soon discovered that Mikey had spotted it when he felt his brothers fingers tickling at the mark on his neck.

Gerard scowled, flinching away from Mikey before untucking his hair from behind his ear to hide the hickey. He had forgotten about that. Frank had given it to him in the heated moment of kissing in the hallway. It had been so intense and perfect and so rushed, but Gerard didn't care last night. It had been action and action was something that Gerard had missed because he thought that nobody in their right mind would want to kiss or make out with a guy who really had an issue with his shower and his washing machine.

Gerard was about to think of some witty and sarcastic comeback, but then he spotted Mikey's neck. He was sporting the same mark as him.

"Must have been good for you too." Gerard commented before he flicked at Mikey's neck, flicking where the purple bruise of a hickey was on Mikey's neck.

"Shut up," Mikey scowled, rubbing where Gerard had flicked him because fuck, his stupid older brother could fucking flick hard and make it sting, "You know I haven't seen Pete for like two weeks."

"God I know," Gerard groaned. Mikey had been pretty much complaining about how much he missed Pete from the moment he left. No matter how many times Pete and Mikey spoke over facetime, or phone calls, or even just texts, Mikey would not shut up about Pete and how much he wanted Pete to be here right now. Mikey was like a love sick and lost puppy. Gerard was glad that Pete was back now because it meant that Mikey would actually talk about something different for once, "How is he?"

"Pete's good," Mikey nodded, watching Gerard take a sip from his mug of coffee, "But that's not important. I want to know...who did you hook up with? Anyone I know?

"Doubt it," Gerard spoke, "I didn't know him."

"You never go out," Mikey snorted, "You don't really know anyone else because of the fact that you never leave his house."

"I don't need to go out," Gerard pointed out. Thanks to Amazon and all other kinds of online shopping, plus Mikey and his parents, Gerard never really needed to leave the house, unless he was being forced to leave the house. Or there was no coffee in the house, "But I really doubt you will know him."

"Did you have sex with him?"

"Mikey!" Gerard choked on his coffee, going wide eyed at his younger brother.

"What?" Mikey shrugged, "Okay, I don't want to know exact details about how my brother got some ass last night, but I want to know if you did get some or not."

Gerard blushed before answering, "I didn't get some. We just kissed. Made out for most of the evening."

"How old are you Gerard? Fourteen?" Mikey smirked at Gerard's response. Not that Mikey cared about his brothers sex life, but at the age of twenty three, Mikey assumed that his older brother would have gotten passed first base at a house party that was most likely loaded to the ceiling with beer.

"I'm twenty three." Gerard corrected Mikey.

"Well I swear only fourteen year olds call passionate kissing making out."

"We didn't passionately kiss."

"So what did you do?" Mikey questioned, wanting to know what Gerard called what he did last night. Mikey swore that if Gerard said snogging then he was going to thrown a mug at his brother before mentally questioning how his brothers mind worked at his age.

"We kissed at an intense level...for most of the evening."

No mention of the word snogging. Gerard was safe and so was the mug that Mikey was holding onto still.

"I didn't even know that my brother could do passion. You can't even do a shower so how the fuck did you get another guy to kiss you?" Mikey asked. He didn't mean it in a rude way, or an offensive way. He was more just being honest because Gerard was this awkward twenty three year old who never really stopped being seventeen with his art and his comic books and his awkwardness, but still, somehow he had managed to get someone to want to kiss him. Actually kiss him for an extended period of time. Mikey couldn't figure it out, especially when Gerard didn't exactly dress to impress, or even dress to smell good since most of his decent clothes, which weren't actually that decent now thanks to paint stains, actually had a funk to them now.

That signature Gerard smell that Mikey really didn't think was an attractive thing. But to some lucky soul last night, apparently it was

"He kind of just...pounced on me." Gerard blushed as he remembered how Frank had just come to him and jumped on him as Gerard left the bathroom. There hadn't really been any reason as to why Frank had wanted to kiss him until he explained, rambling because he had been stoned.

"Did he now?" Mikey said, raising an eyebrow at Gerard. Mikey had an idea about who Gerard had made out with because he knew someone who was a regular party goer who was also a bit of a slut. Mikey didn't want to ask did you make out with so and so? Gerard may have not made out with the guy who was labelled the party slut. It could have been someone else. Mikey wasn't just going to come out with a name because Gerard could have gone who? And Mikey would have gotten it wrong.

Mikey kind of wanted to have gotten the wrong end of the stick, but there was a bubble inside of him that had him feeling uneasy and feeling like he knew exactly who had pounced on Gerard last night.

"He was stoned and he just..." Gerard started, drinking his coffee before continuing, "Well, we kissed. He went and smoked another joint with his friend before he returned and we...well, we carried on from where we left off..."

"He sounds like a keeper," Mikey said flatly, knowing that he knew exactly who Gerard had been with last night thanks to the knowledge of him smoking weed last night, he just needed Gerard to say his name now, "So...who is this guy you made out with?"

"Um...his name's Frank. Didn't get a surname." Gerard answered, not knowing anything that Mikey already knew thanks to the other parties he had been to that Frank had also been at.

"Iero?"

"Ie-what?" Gerard stuttered, not knowing what Mikey was saying.

"Frank Iero, that's who you were kissing last night?" Mikey continued, "Black and white hair? Smokes too much weed? Scorpion tattoo on his neck? Ring any bells bro?"

Gerard nodded because Mikey had just described the guy that Gerard had spent most of his time with last night. Gerard didn't know if Frank smoked too much weed, but he did have a scorpion tattoo that Gerard had been more than fascinated with last night. His hair was two tone black and white and just...Gerard frowned at Mikey because how the hell did Mikey know who this guy was that he had spent his evening with?

"Yeah," Gerard nodded, "That's him."

Mikey snorted, "Trust you to end up making out with the party slut."

"Party slut?" Gerard frowned, not knowing what Mikey was talking about.

"He is the male equivalent of a nympho. He is a slut. Fucking hell Gee," Mikey shook his head at Gerard, "Trust you to find Frank."

"He seemed nice." Gerard shrugged, not knowing what Mikey's problem was. Gerard didn't think he was a slut, but then again, Gerard didn't know him at all. Only knowing that he was hot and a fantastic kisser.

"Nice?" Mikey snorted again, "This is the guy who sexts regularly."

"What the fuck is a sext?" Gerard questioned with a frown on his face.

"So innocent," Mikey shook his head at Gerard, "You really don't want to get involved with Frank."

"He seemed nice." Gerard said again, not understanding why Mikey was labelling this Frank guy as a slut. Mikey probably didn't know that much about him. Probably knew as much about him as Gerard did, if not less since Mikey hadn't made out with Frank before.

Hopefully.

"He comes across as nice," Mikey nodded, "But that is so he gets what he wants. As soon as he has got what he wants...he moves on. Don't get involved with him." Mikey jabbed a finger at Gerard, giving him an order like he was older and much wiser than Gerard.

Gerard just snorted at that, "I think I am big enough and ugly enough to cope with a guy like that."

"Really?" Mikey chuckled, "I know what you are like Gerard. You may not like people. But if you find a person you do like, you grow attached to them. He will hurt you Gee. Don't get attached to Frank."

"Whatever." Gerard mumbled, rolling his eyes at Mikey, taking his warning lightly. Gerard could do whatever he damn well wanted to do. If he wanted to do Frank then he could damn well do it. He didn't have to listen to Mikey. Like he had said, he was big enough and ugly enough to cope. Gerard decided that he wouldn't get too attached if Frank was just going to fuck off after they had fucked. That was if they fucked. They may just remain friends. Not that that was what Gerard wanted. Maybe he knew deep down that he really did actually want to have sex with Frank, but Gerard wasn't going to let Mikey in on that detail. Gerard just decided that he would have this under control so Mikey wouldn't inevitably go I told you so to Gerard if it all ended with Frank fucking off to find some other guy to make out with at a house party.

"You're just going to go ahead and do whatever the hell you want to do, aren't you?" Mikey asked, seeing the eye roll that Gerard had given him before he finished his coffee, setting the mug down on the counter. Gerard nodded, shrugging a little because Mikey wasn't the boss of him. He couldn't tell him what to do.

"Pretty much."

"Well...don't come running to me when Frank hurts you," Mikey said, going to walk away with an extra mug of coffee in his hand. Pete had stayed over and Mikey totally intended on getting back to him since Mikey had been missing him so much for the past two weeks, "Now...I'm going back to bed. If you want coffee, that was the last of it. You'll have to go out and get some."

"Are you fucking serious?" Gerard whined, his whole body feeling like it was deflating at the idea of having to go out, again. Going out twice in less than twenty four hours. Gerard was not happy at that.

"You want coffee, go and buy it." Mikey called out, walking up the stairs with the last two mugs of coffee in the house. Gerard considered pouncing on him, his mind formulating a devious plan that meant that he would get the last two mugs of coffee in the house.

But those two mugs of coffee would eventually run out. Plus, Mikey was already upstairs, pushing his bedroom door open before closing it.

Now, Gerard loved Mikey, he would always love his baby brother. But Gerard refused to go into Mikey's room, especially when Pete was round. Pete was a nice guy, Gerard liked Pete, but he really did not want to see Pete naked.

That was a sight for Mikey's eyes only. Gerard felt that if he saw Pete naked then he would have to fuse his eyes shut or gouge them out with spoons.

Gerard did not want to have to end up doing that. He liked his eyes. Frank had even said that Gerard had pretty eyes so no, Gerard knew that he had to bite the bullet. If he wasn't going to go and save the last two cups of coffee from Mikey's bedroom then he only had one other option that meant getting more coffee.

He knew he was going to have to go out.

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Gerard had made it to the supermarket. He was actually quite impressed with himself. It may have taken him nearly half an hour to leave the house, but when he did, he did it with little internal grumblings.

Yeah, he did not want to be outside, but he was on a mission to buy more coffee. It was an important mission. He had to do this for his caffeine needs.

Gerard didn't even change before he left, leaving the house in sweatpants and his battered Bowie shirt. Gerard felt like he probably should have had a shower, but that seriously felt like too much effort since all he wanted to do was just go out and get coffee. That was more important to Gerard right now. Coffee was more important that personal hygiene as Gerard grabbed himself several jars of coffee off of the shelf in the supermarket, not wanting to run out anytime soon.

If Pete was staying over with Mikey for a few days then that meant that there were going to be three hardcore coffee drinkers in the house. They could not run out of coffee again before Pete went home.

Gerard started his journey home, holding the jars of coffee in a carrier bag, grumbling to himself as he stuffed his change and receipt into his sweatpants pocket. No, Gerard should not have had to pay for his carrier bag. He would have left the shop without a bag usually, but he did not want to be seen walking home, clutching at two jars of coffee in his arms, holding them like they were his precious babies.

Coffee was precious to him, but he still sighed, giving the cashier extra money to pay for the stupid flimsy carrier bag that he was hoping was not going to give out on him before he got home.

But Gerard's coffee gland was starting to wake up, vibrating inside of him as he made his way home. There was a small part of him that wondered if he was going to be able to make it home before he needed another coffee. He thought that he would be able to make it home, but then there was the effort of having to make said coffee. Plus, what if Mikey popped his head out of his bedroom, asking Gerard to make him and Pete fresh mugs of coffee. That was more effort and Gerard really didn't want to have to make three mugs of coffee just so he could have one of them.

No, Gerard decided that if Mikey wanted coffee then he was going to have to make it when he got home with the instant coffee. Gerard decided that he couldn't wait for coffee at home. He was going to get one before he got home.

And luckily he was passing a coffee shop. It was like it was his destiny to get a take out coffee to sip on as he walked home. Written in the stars, Gerard thought as he changed his path, heading up to the door of the coffee shop, pushing it open as he stepped into the warmth of the shop.

Gerard walked into the coffee shop, joining the queue that had formed leading to the till. Gerard sighed. The queue was longer than he hoped for, but coffee was coffee and Gerard really wanted one. A nice extra hot latte to go. Maybe put a little cinnamon in the coffee, mix it up a little as Gerard stepped forward slowly, following the line of other caffeine deprived people.

Not long, Gerard thought as he got closer and closer to the till. Not long until he was sipping on his favourite hot beverage. Not long at all.

"Gee!"

Gerard heard the voice, but he didn't register that someone was actually talking to him. Gerard was so in need of coffee that he didn't focus on the person that had said a shortened version of his name. He really didn't focus until he felt a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently, making him turn his head and finally focus on the person that had spoken to him.

"Fuck...Gee! Long time no see." the person spoke again, making him turn to see the smile that was adorned with a familiar lip ring. The black and white hair was messy on top of his head, slightly greasy looking and pushed back and out of the way, off of his face. It was Frank and most of his face was hidden behind sunglasses that really were too big.

Gerard wondered if there was a limit to how big sunglasses should be for a guy. Like, aviators, cool. Gerard had to admit that he even felt a twinge in his pants when he first saw Back To The Future when he was younger and Marty McFly was wearing the mirrored aviators. But this was different. This wasn't having a slight younger boy crush on a film character, this was the morning after the night before and the guy Gerard had spent most of his night with was wearing ridiculously oversized sunglasses for his face.

Were they even men's sunglasses? They looked more like women's sunglasses. More like the kind of sunglasses Victoria Beckham would wear. Unless Frank was secretly Victoria Beckham. No, he couldn't be, what with the lip ring for a start, plus he wasn't as tall or as skinny as her, unless he wore high heels. Yeah, Gerard liked the thought of this short punk guy in chunky high heels. But he was also grateful that Frank wasn't secretly Mrs Beckham in disguise because he liked guys he could grab, not skinny, skeletal frames. Not that he was sizest, or maybe he was, but that was a different kind of meat on the bone that Gerard liked.

"Frank..." Gerard finally spoke, his brain registering and finally functioning as he smiled at Frank, "Good to see you."

"Yeah," Frank nodded, smiling weakly as he adjusted the sunglasses he was wearing to cover up his eyes, "Fuck, last night was..."

Was his lack of words good? Gerard didn't know, but a small part of him wanted to know since Gerard had thought that last night had been more than good for the two of them. Gerard was ignoring what Mikey had said in the kitchen this morning. Frank couldn't have been what Mikey had said he was. He didn't look like a slut, not that sluts were easily recognisable, but still, it wasn't like Frank had a big, bright neon sign over his head, blinking and flickering, reading slut.

"Good?" Gerard asked, hoping that Frank would agree with him as the queue got even shorter. Gerard was in need of his coffee now more than ever as he watched Frank take a sip on his take out coffee.

Frank nodded, swallowing his mouthful of coffee, "More than good."

Gerard nodded at that before a barista caught his attention, asking him what he wanted to drink.

Gerard didn't exactly know what to say to Frank as another barista started to make his takeout latte. Gerard knew that he wasn't very good at small talk. Last night there hadn't been much small talk. More kissing than talking so Gerard had hopefully excelled at that with Frank.

Frank had said that Gerard was a good kisser more than once. Hopefully that wasn't the weed or the beer talking. Gerard really was hoping that Frank hadn't been lying last night because then Gerard wouldn't know exactly why Frank had decided to spend most of his evening with their lips locked together.

"So..." Frank broke the silence as he looked down at his take out cup of coffee, "You wanna sit with me for a moment once you've got your coffee?"

"Sure." Gerard nodded, not knowing what they were going to talk about. Maybe Frank could get the conversation going and it wouldn't be so awkward, but Gerard knew how awkward he was usually so not being awkward was going to be tough for him as Frank went and took a seat at a small table by the window of the coffee shop. Gerard felt his heart hammering in his chest a little because of the fact that he was seeing Frank again so soon after the party. No numbers had been exchanged last night when Gerard went to leave. He honestly didn't know if he would see Frank again. He wanted to, of course he did, but he didn't know when that time would happen.

The morning after the night before, Gerard felt his awkwardness starting to grow inside of him as the barista handed him his coffee, smiling out an enjoy before Gerard made his way over to the window table where Frank was sitting.

Gerard sat himself down opposite Frank, almost startling him a little as Gerard set his cup down on the table. Frank adjusted his sunglasses, taking a sip on his coffee before he groaned, chuckling dryly, "I'm so hungover."

"Good party after I left?" Gerard asked, raising an eyebrow at Frank because he didn't know what Frank had gotten up to after he had left. Gerard didn't want to think about what Mikey had told him earlier. He didn't want to label Frank a slut since he didn't have any first hand evidence that Frank was actually one. He probably wasn't, or at least Gerard wanted to believe that Frank wasn't a slut.

Though he did know from experience that the pretty ones were usually the ones that broke his heart. Gerard did not want Frank to be one of those guys, so he pushed all negative thoughts aside, the thoughts that had a similar sound like what Mikey had said this morning. No of course Frank didn't sext, whatever that was. Gerard didn't know, but he had a pretty good idea about what it was now.

Frank nodded a response to Gerard before speaking, "You left...and I think I polished off the vodka at the back of the freezer that wasn't supposed to be drunk. Someone else had weed so I smoked some more. Then I woke up this morning in the bath with very little recollection of last night."

"Did the bath have water in it?" Gerard asked, mentally kicking himself for asking such a stupid question.

"Does it matter?" Frank raised an eyebrow at Gerard, even though Gerard couldn't see the expression thanks to Frank's oversized sunglasses that were protecting his over sensitive and overly red eyes.

"It does," Gerard nodded, sipping on his latte, "You wouldn't want to drown or something..."

"No," Frank chuckled, "No water in the bath, thank fuck, my head was throbbing so much this morning that if the bath did have water in it then I would have hated myself even more. Would have drown myself."

"Please don't." Gerard shook his head at Frank, thankful that even though Frank had most likely been joking about the whole drowning business thanks to a possible stinking hangover, still, Gerard didn't want Frank to do that over a hangover. It was a stupid idea.

"I won't," Frank nudged his sunglasses down, flashing a wink at Gerard before he pushed the glasses back up his nose, "Just for you, Gee."

That fucking wink, Gerard's mind faltered at the sight of hazel eyes. They may have been a little bloodshot from the heavy night Frank had had last night, but still, the wink was what had Gerard's mind failing to fire properly and his heart hammering in his chest.

What the fuck was this guy doing to him?

"So..." Gerard started, clearing his throat because he had picked up on something that Frank had said. Gerard just wanted like, clarification that Gerard wasn't just a forgotten memory from last night. It was clear that maybe he wasn't since he was sat opposite Frank in a coffee shop and Frank was calling him Gee and winking at him, but still, Gerard just wanted to feel better about what the two of them had gotten up to last night, "You said that...you don't remember much about last night."

"Yeah," Frank nodded, chewing on his lip as he ran his thumb over his coffee cup lid, "I don't remember much. I hit it pretty hard last night."

"Oh..." Gerard sighed, looking down, feeling deflated because of Frank's lack of memory about last night. Gerard wanted Frank to remember what they had done last night. He had to, right? They had spent a massive portion of the evening attached to each other. Fine, they hadn't had sex last night, but Frank had to remember that he had spent most of his time attached to Gerard's lips.

"I remember bits though," Frank added after a mouthful of coffee, "Like...I spent most of my evening with you."

"You remember?"

"We kissed for most of the evening Gee," Frank smirked, "Of course I remember that part. You're a good kisser, wouldn't forget that quality of yours."

"Oh," Gerard blushed, picking up his coffee and taking a long sip to hide his blush, even if the take out cup did nothing to hide the pink tint to his cheeks, "Thanks?"

"I liked kissing you Gee," Frank smirked, running a hand over his greasy black hair, "I'd like to do that again with you."

"Yeah?" Gerard questioned, hoping that this meant that Frank was going to want to exchange numbers and hang out and maybe kiss more, or even do more than kissing. Gerard liked that idea a lot.

"Yeah," Frank nodded, pushing a hand into his coat pocket before he pulled out a sharpie pen, "What are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night?" Gerard spoke, his voice dragging out slightly as he racked his brain for what plans he had. Not much, by the looks of it, "I think there was some movie marathon on that I wanted to watch..."

"Fun," Frank spoke sarcastically as his lips curled into a smile whilst he pulled the cap off of his pen, "Gimme your arm."

Gerard did that, wondering why in the world Frank wanted his arm, but his mental question had been answered as Frank took hold of his wrist, pushing the nib of the pen onto Gerard's skin as he wrote down numbers, "Wait...aren't those permanent?"

Frank shrugged, scrawling down the last digits on Gerard's pale skin before he dotted it, writing Frnkxo underneath the number in choppy, graffiti like lettering.

"This better fucking come off." Gerard pouted, watching Frank blow on the ink before the feeling of warm breath on his skin made the hairs on the back of Gerard's neck stand on end. It made him shiver and stifle a sharp inhale before Frank let go of his arm, looking proud of what he had inked on Gerard's skin.

"It'll come off...eventually," Frank chuckled, stuffing the sharpie back in his jacket pocket before sipping on his coffee, "I'm going to a party tomorrow night. Drink some beer, gonna get some weed, might bring my bong if you wanna join me?"

"I haven't done a bong since college," Gerard explained, remembering the first time he did a bong. He threw up after choking on the smoke before passing out. It hadn't gone down too well and Gerard really didn't want Frank knowing about that incident. If he did go to this party, just to see Frank again, then he knew he couldn't fuck up like he did in college, "Beer is good though."

"You'll like my bong," Frank chuckled, "Come on...hang out with me. We can make out some more if you want to."

That did sound like a good idea. Gerard didn't like the idea of going out yet again. But if Frank was going to be there and was more than interested in making out with Gerard again, then maybe Gerard could venture out of the house once again. He could consider going out again as a good thing. Kissing could happen. Action could happen, actual action could happen, especially if Frank was up for more with Gerard.

"What time and where?" Gerard questioned.

Frank smiled broadly because he knew that Gerard's question meant that he was up for going to this party with him, "Text me so I have your number and then I'll text you the address and time to get there."

"Okay." Gerard nodded as Frank stood up, grabbing his coffee before pulling keys out of his jacket pocket.

"I have shit to do," Frank sighed, shaking his head, "Should be sleeping but...yeah. Text me Gee, okay? I wanna see that pretty face again tomorrow night, okay?"

Gerard blushed hard at that, nodding as he smiled at Frank. Frank smiled back, saying see you tomorrow before he dropped his keys. Frank cursed, stopping everything for a second like dropping his keys was easily the worst thing he could have done at this moment in time. He shook his head at himself before bending down to pick them up.

Gerard had to admit that he wasn't exactly the kind of guy who checked out asses regularly. If he saw one he liked then yes, he would of course have a look and groan quietly at the sight of perfect ass. Frank had a perfect ass. He had on these baggy jeans, but they were baggy on the legs. They fitted nicely on his ass and Gerard knew he definitely wanted to be all up in Frank's business with an ass like that.

Fuck what Mikey said, that ass was like it was made by the gods themselves. Gerard was more than fucking interested in Frank's ass that was covered in denim. The jeans that had a pink belt on the top of them that looked like they weren't even holding the jeans up properly. It was more a display item than a belt that actually did its job. The jeans hung loosely off of Frank around his hips. His jacket rode up a little, exposing ink that Gerard felt like he could cream over, and then, when Gerard thought he was going to see boxer elastic, he didn't.

He saw the line of underwear that was most definitely not boxer shorts or briefs or whatever the fuck men's underwear got called. Gerard was going commando right now so what did he know about men's underwear? All he did know was that he shouldn't have been taking a sip on his coffee as his eyes saw the line of a thong resting against Frank's skin. The frilly dark jade fabric showing from where the jeans had slid down a little. Gerard was shocked, he didn't know what to think as his eyes went wide and he forgot how to drink his coffee for a second, choking on the hot liquid as he pulled the take out cup away from his mouth.

Gerard coughed harshly as he looked away when Frank stood up straight. He wiped the coffee from his chin as Frank spoke, "Hey, you okay?"

No, Gerard was not okay, but he was at the same time in a weird way. No, he didn't want to have ended up choking on his coffee, but at the same time, a fucking thong. Frank was wearing a thong under his jeans and Gerard's mind was going wild as he pictured just how good Frank would look in a thong as he tried to stop the coughing fit.

"I'm fine." Gerard finally spoke between coughs, nodding, not wanting to tell Frank that the reason he had choked on his coffee was because of his choice of underwear right now.

Or had he been wearing them last night? Gerard couldn't remember if he had felt anything, not like he had been feeling Frank's ass. Maybe he had when Frank was on top of him on the bed, but Gerard wasn't thinking well, I must figure out if this guy has a thing for wearing barely there women's underwear. But still, Frank in women's underwear. Maybe that had swayed Gerard to definitely go to this party. What if Frank was in a thong again? A bright red little number that would make Gerard melt. No, Gerard knew he was getting ahead of himself. He had to get to the party first before he could figure out if Frank had a thing for wearing women's underwear, or at least thongs.

Gerard definitely had a thing for the idea of Frank wearing them.

"Don't fucking die on me Gee," Frank spoke, patting Gerard's back to help his coughs, "I wanna see you at this party tomorrow night."

I wanna see you at this party too...in a thong, Gerard thought as he nodded at Frank, "I'll text you."

"Great!" Frank beamed as he held onto his keys tightly this time, not wanting to drop them again, or did he? Frank kind of knew that his jeans were riding a little low today. Had Gerard seen something that he wasn't expecting? Frank wasn't just going to ask if Gerard had seen something because if he hadn't and he had just merely choked on his drink then Frank would have felt stupid for questioning, "I guess I'll see you at the party then."

"Yeah," Gerard nodded, "You will."

And Frank left, leaving Gerard staring down at the sharpie phone number on his arm, wondering how in the hell had he bagged himself this amazingly hot guy who appeared to have a thing for him and a thing for women's underwear. Gerard didn't get it, but he was sure as hell wondering if he was going to get it tomorrow night.