EARLY SUNSETS

06 .how you felt lying next to me.

Gerard couldn't stop staring at Frank's body lying on top of him. His warmth invaded him. 'Frank –,' he whispered, his hand running down his back, and then back up, pulling him closer. He loved how comfortable Frank was to lie on top of Gerard, their legs tangled. He would love to stay there forever, just like that, but Frank was running late. 'You're supposed to be leaving for work. You're going to be late.'

'I don't care,' Frank mumbled. 'I wanna stay here.'

'Me too. But I don't want you to get in trouble because of me.'

'But you're so much better than work.' Frank leaned in to kiss him. The night before had been one to remember, and he didn't want to get up just yet. He thought the day he and Gerard finally fucked would be great, but he never imagined how good.

He craved Gerard inside him, he knew he was ready. They'd been going out – though "going out" for them consisted of staying in Gerard's basement all day, the whole time – for a couple months, and they enjoyed taking it slow, being friends who blew each other, slowly falling for each other. Though Frank had fallen the moment he met Gerard.

But now, staring at his green eyes, and his chubby cheeks, he knew it was for real now.

He was so fucking in love with Gerard.

The way he was still sticky from the night before, and how he felt getting hard and blushing. Everything that Gerard made him feel and he couldn't control.

'I don't wanna go to work,' he whispered in Gerard's neck, and then sucked his tender skin.

'Then, don't go. Call in sick. Let's spend the day together.'

Frank laughed, proud of himself for convincing him, and excited about what they could do.

***

After calling his boss telling him he got a cold and getting yelled at, Frank went back to bed and cuddled with Gerard for a little longer, before they did a repeat of the night before. Frank enjoyed it even more this time, making it so much worth it to call in sick to work.

'I'm hungry,' Gerard managed to say once they recovered their breath. 'Let's get something to eat.' It was so strange to have Frank the morning after.

'Let's shower first.' Gerard wasn't so excited about that part, and Frank had to drag him to the bathroom and convince him he'd let him fuck him again in the shower.

Gerard found some clothes that Frank could borrow, and they headed out to the kitchen.

'Where's the coffee?' Frank asked looking through the cabinets. Gerard showed him, and then started making pancakes.

Without thinking twice, Frank sneaked from behind, and kissed Gerard, and just seconds later, someone walked in the kitchen, catching him with his tongue inside Gerard's mouth.

Gerard's dad.

Frank jumped back, though it was too late now, hating himself for not being careful.

'Morning, dad,' Gerard said, turning around to hide his face, embarrassed. 'I'm making breakfast, you want?'

'Already ate. But thank you.' He didn't sound angry or even surprised, Frank thought. 'Good morning,' he said to Frank, and even smiled at him. If he knew what I was doing to his son just minutes ago.

'That's my friend Frank, he stayed over last night.' Gerard didn't go any further. Frank knew he wasn't out, though it was obvious his dad knew something, but he didn't seem to have a problem with it.'

'Nice to meet you, Frank. I'm Donald.' He then turned to Gerard. 'So you're making him breakfast, huh?'

'Yeah,' Gerard replied with a smile, and Frank couldn't help loving the interaction. Donald knew, obviously. He knew what was going on, and he wasn't judging. He seemed pretty accepting, and even happy for his son.

'Okay, I'll leave you two alone. Frank, please make yourself at home, and please let me know if he dares to be an asshole with you.'

'I will.'

'Dad!' Frank laughed, and Donald walked out. 'Please, don't listen to him.'

'That was sweet,' Frank said. 'Does he – does he know?'

'I haven't really come out, but I'm sure he does. He's never told me anything, but –'

'That's nice. I'm glad he seems cool about it.'

'Yeah, he is.'

***

When they finished their breakfast, they went back downstairs, and played videogames, and watched a movie. 'Frank, I'm gonna say something, and please don't kill me –,' Gerard said halfway through the movie. 'I love you, and I honestly think you look good with dreads, or whatever those are. But please let me chop them off.'

'What?!'

'Please!'

Frank couldn't tell him no, and to be honest, he agreed. The glue dreads had a good run, and he got used to them, but it was time to let go of them.

Gerard pulled him to the bathroom, and stood behind him, grabbing the scissors, and cutting most of it. It looked all uneven, but standing in front of the mirror, Frank could see the difference and he liked it.

'Yuck! They smell like shit!' Frank said taking one of the remains of his hair. 'Why didn't you tell me?! I should have done this a long time ago!'

Gerard laughed and proceeded to keep cutting bits of hair here and there until it seemed even enough. It wasn't a great job, but Frank was happy with it. 'Thanks. I love it.'

Later, they went to yet another Eyeball house party, hoping the night would end the same as the one before. They made out in the restroom, and then in the hallway, Frank's hands on Gerard's sides, and he pushed his tongue inside his mouth, when he heard someone calling his name. 'Frank?'

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw her.

Jamia.

Right there, behind Gerard, seeing how their mouths played with each other.

He pulled apart immediately, getting away from Gerard. 'Jam. Hey.' He didn't even know how to react. He knew he shouldn't be sorry because she knew already. But he was a little ashamed he was caught in the act, especially knowing she'd be there. 'I –'

'No need to apologize. It's not like I didn't know.' She seemed so chill about it.

Frank was the one who was nervous. 'I'm –'

Gerard looked at Jamia, not sure how to react either.

'Jam, this is Gerard. Gerard, this is Jamia.' It felt good to be open about it, but it was also very fucking awkward. 'You guys wanna go outside to smoke?'

They sat in the very back, by the shed, and shared a joint. Frank knew that would help the awkwardness. Soon, they were all laughing at a stupid joke Frank said. 'So, we're dating the same guy, huh?' Gerard said, giggling.

'I guess,' Jamia replied.

'Is it weird?' Frank asked both.

Jamia thought about it. 'I mean, yes.' Frank couldn't help kissing her, and soon Gerard leaned in to kiss his neck. I'm gonna like this, Frank thought, already going hard.