Pretty Boy (You Make Me Want To Live)

Exogenesis: Symphony Part 2 (Cross-Pollination)

Frank's eyes widened and a fierce blush rose on his face, his mouth gaping open as if he were going to apologise, but Gerard had other ideas. He dug his fingers into Frank's sides, a sly grin spreading across his face and the smaller male's face screwed up trying to keep the laughs from escaping as he fought to get free of Gerard's hold, writhing wildly on top of him.

"Let- go- of- me-" Frank forced out, struggling fiercely and almost escaping, but Gerard rolled them both over. Frank collapsed into a fit of giggles falling limp underneath Gerard and he curled up, trying to bring his legs up between them, obviously about to use them to try and kick Gerard off him.

So Gerard did the only logical thing that was open to him, let himself fall against Frank, stopping the smaller male from moving as their bodies pressed against each other. Gerard moved his head at the last moment, pressing it into the duvet above Frank's shoulder, narrowly avoiding what could have been a very awkward situation for the both of them.

"Gee-" Frank whined loudly, pressing up against Gerard's shoulders with his hands, but he didn't get very far before giving up, realising he wouldn't be able to move the punk.

"What?" Gerard mimicked back, turning his head to the side to look at Frank.

"Get off me." Frank scowled, copying Gerard and turning his head too.

"And what if I say no?" Gerard smirked. Frank's face fell blank for a moment before a devious smirk appeared and he rocked his hips up against Gerard's slowly, not dropping his gaze but putting on the most sultry expression he could muster, his mouth opening in a silent moan. He arched his back, refraining from smirking again when he felt Gerard scramble to push away from him.

"Frank-" Gerard whined, moving as far as possible away from the smaller male and sitting at the opposite end of the bed.

"What? Didn't'cha like that?" Frank smiled innocently, propping himself up on his elbows.

"No!" Gerard let out a frustrated sigh, his hands coming up to the sides of his head, running through the parts where it was shaved, but definitely in need of a re-trim.

"You didn't?" Frank asked, his voice more cautious this time and the facade was gone.

"No, Frank, I didn't... I like you for you, not for your body or anything else, I like you." Gerard sighed, his eyes cast down, fixated on the duvet immediately in front of him.

"So you don't just want me for the sex?" Frank's voice wobbled slightly.

"What? Frank! No, of course not, I mean, I'm sure the sex would be great, but that isn't why I like you, I already told you, I like you, your personality, how you react to things, how open minded you are; your adorable face is just a massive bonus to me." Gerard said sincerely, finally looking up at Frank again, who had since moved to sit cross-legged at the other end of the bed, facing Gerard with a sense of timid curiosity.

"A-and you mean that?" Frank asked quietly, chewing on his lip.

"Yes, Frankie, how else do you want me to show you that?" Gerard replied, leaning forwards. The moment was then ruined by none other than Gerard's own hair, which flopped down to the side, still feebly keeping the spike it had had previously, but flopping nonetheless and Frank let out an immature giggle, reaching forwards and bouncing the red hair with an amused smile.

Gerard's features softened as he watched Frank, fully aware that any product in his hair was coming off very quickly and very soon he would have some very fluffy hair to deal with, but in that moment none of that mattered, because it was Frank.

"Hey Gee?" Frank mumbled, still completely distracted by Gerard's hair.

"Yeah?"

"What does your hair look like without any gel or spray in it? Can I see it one day?-" Frank asked, twisting his fingers through strands that had separated from the rest of the spiked mass.

"Sure, just say when, yeah?"

"How about today? You could use our shower and wash it out- Oh my god, please? Please please please please please?" The smaller boy asked, not pulling his hand away but stopping messing with the hair, looking back to Gerard's face again.

"I- uh- I-"

"It's okay if you don't want to though, I just thought 'cause you're here already and your hair is already kinda floppy and-"

"Frank, it's fine, if it'll make you happy." Gerard smiled softly, placing his hand over the top of Frank's and holding it.

"Are you sure? You really don't have to do it just for me-"

"Yes Frankie, I'm sure." Gerard smiled again, cutting Frank off trying to reassure him and feeling his own smile grow wider at how Frank blushed at the nickname, "now where's the bathroom?"

"Oh, Okay, I- Okay Okay, this way-" Frank stammered out, scrambling off his bed and taking Gerard's hand, dragging the taller male closely behind him.

"Do you need a towel? You can use my shampoo it's the herbal essences one-" Frank rambled, stopping abruptly at a doorway and pulling it open, revealing a cupboard jam-packed full of towels, flannels and bedsheets.

"You'll have to use one of mine... I hope you don't mind." He continued, pulling out a soft pink coloured towel and handed it to Gerard who had to suppress a snort of amusement, because of course Frank's towels were going to be pink, why didn't he guess that earlier.

Frank then pulled him further along the hallway until they reached another door, which he knocked on to check there was no one in there, then pushed it open;

"Here's the bathroom-" He mumbled, going back to being shy again, "I don't have a hair dryer but I think Jamia does... if she doesn't then Maxx definitely will, but he's out at the moment..."

"Okay, well I'll see you in a few then, mhm?" Gerard smiled, moving into the bathroom and closing the door behind him, making sure to lock it.

He quickly stripped himself of his clothes, leaving them in a neat pile on the toilet lid and climbed into the shower. Once under the running water he looked for Frank's shampoo, finding it quickly as the group of housemates had clearly split the shelves between themselves, and Frank's was labelled Frank (obviously) and on it was a small bottle of said herbal essences shampoo that he had mentioned. He picked it up, turning it over in his hands and finding that it was strawberry scented, and again, really wasn't surprised about that.

He soon finished in the shower and climbed out, switching the water off before he did so, drying himself off with the towel Frank had given him.

He re-dressed himself and tried to dry his hair as best he could and left the bathroom, wandering down the corridor until he reached Frank's room and pushed the door open to find the smaller male lying flat out on his bed gazing up at his ceiling.

"Frankie?"

"Oh! Gee, you're back." Frank jumped up, sitting at the edge of his bed and looking at Gerard with curious eyes. The punk's confident exterior seemed to shatter within seconds of being around Frank again. He hated his natural hair, much preferring it when it was spiked up out of his face.

"Your hair-" Frank murmured, making his way across his room and standing up on his tip-toes, threading his fingers through Gerard's slightly wet hair, lifting it out to the sides and watching as it flopped back down.

"Do you want to dry it?" Frank asked, shaking himself out of the weird fixation he seemed to have.

"Yeah, sure why not."

"Okay, I'll- uh, I'll be back in a minute-" and with that, Frank left the room and Gerard could hear the smaller male yelling for Jamia as he made his way down the stairs.

He reappeared a minute later with a black hair dryer in his hands and he hurried over to his desk, plugging it in.

"Come here!" He beckoned Gerard, who hadn't moved since Frank had left minutes earlier.