TONIGHT WE'RE GOLD

FIFTEEN

'Do it again!' Frank yells from the booth. James protests but starts playing again, while the guitar player does his part. They've been recording for eight hours straight, and Frank has never been so frustrated.

'But it needs a voice track!' James insists, when they're listening back.

'Do you have a singer? Are you going to do it? Or what's your plan?'

'I don't know. I'm not singing, you know I can't anymore, but we'll find someone.'

'We've been recording for two weeks straight, and you just come up with this? We only have two songs finished!' Frank is so mad, he gets up from his chair and does his best not to kick it. Then, the door opens, and one of the assistants comes in. 'Mr. Iero –,' she says, a little afraid of what his reaction will be. 'There's someone here looking for you.'

Without another word, the visitor walks in.

Gerard.

His lovely Gerard. 'Surprise!'

Frank gasps, and runs to his arms. 'Gee!' he says, hugging him tight, not planning on letting him go any soon. 'Fuck, I missed you.'

'I missed you too, babe.' They kiss, forgetting about everyone else around them. it was just them. 'I love you.'

***

'So this is him, huh?' James says as he joins them in the booth. 'You're gonna make me jealous, Frankie.'

Gerard doesn't know what's happening, and gives Frank a confused look.

'James, this is my boyfriend Gerard,' Frank says. 'Gerard, this is James Dewees, the asshole I told you about.'

'Nice to meet you,' Gerard says shaking Dewees' hand.

'Likewise. Frankie here told me about you.'

'He did?' Gerard blushes, turning to Frank, who quickly interrupts.

'Why don't we take the day off? You can work on whatever crazy ideas you have, while I have some quality time with my man here.'

'I like the idea,' James replies.

'Fine. But please, be ready for tomorrow.'

***

Neither of them can't keep their hands off each other as soon as they walk out of the studio, so Frank drags him to one of the private restrooms, and starts unbuttoning Gerard's pants as soon as the door is closed behind them and sliding his hand down his underwear, while his tongue attacks Gerard's mouth. 'Ugh,' he moans. 'I missed you so much!'

'Me too,' Gerard gasps.

'Why didn't you tell me you were coming?' Frank said, his other hand on Gerard's back.

'I wanted to surprise you.'

'And I love you for that.' He goes down on Gerard, swallowed his spunk, and makes him moan loud. When they walk out, he knows people are looking, but he doesn't care.

He can't keep his hand to himself on the drive home, and when they make it, he thinks about cooking something for them, but they obviously have more important matters to take care of.

They haven't seen each other for two weeks, after so much time spent together. Their bodies miss each other, how well they fit together.

They start off on the couch, clothes on, Frank on Gerard's lap, his hands going under his sweater – actually Frank's sweater, but he loves that Gerard uses it as if it was his, and how well he looks. Their crotches grind against each other, the sole friction driving them wild for more, so they head to the bedroom.

Frank helps him with his clothes, and then takes off his. They already know what the other likes, so they know what to do. Frank spreads Gerard's legs to prep him, kissing his thighs and enjoying when Gerard starts moaning.

'Wait,' Gerard says before Frank continues. 'Where's your little toy?'

Frank smirks, already knowing what he has in mind, and gets it from his drawer.

Gerard coats in lube. 'Ready?' he asks before he slowly sticks it in Frank's entrance, causing him to scream. Once it's all the way in, he turns it on a low level, and he can see Frank is already in the middle of something. 'Okay, let's do it. Fuck me.'

***

They're still shaking from their orgasms, cuddling next to each other, unable to stop smiling. 'Thanks for coming, babe,' Frank says.

'Of course.'

'Did you plan it, or was it –'

'I planned it. Why are you even asking, you know me.'

'You're right.'

'And by that, I mean, I planned it two days ago. I had to call your mom and ask if she could take care of Lois, and she agreed. Then took the cats to Mikey's house. I had to come see you.'

'I'm glad you did. How long are you staying here for?'

'Five days. I'm leaving on Friday.'

'Let's make the most of it then.'

***

Frank took him to a vegan burrito place nearby, and then to a thrift store. 'I could see myself staying here,' Gerard says.

'Are you kidding me?'

'What? You don't like it?'

'Not to live.'

Frank checks the time again, and runs to the car. 'Where are we going?' Gerard asks behind him.

'You'll see.'

Frank still has trouble finding his way around the city, and with all the traffic he's afraid they wouldn't make it before the sunset.

But they make it just in time.

He knows it's cliché, and he knows that Gerard has visited LA many times before and most likely has been to the Hollywood sign, but he wants to go up there with him.

They stand above the sign, overlooking the entire city, the sun just starting to hide in the distance. They both look at the beautiful sight in front of them, and Frank takes Gerard's hand in his, his eyes still straight ahead. 'I know I already asked you this, but – I want to make it official.' He then turns to him, and takes a box out of his front pocket, his hands shaking. 'You wanna marry me?' he asks, and opens the box to show a ring.

Gerard can't even answer. He throws himself at Frank, his arms around him in a tight hug. 'Yes, yes, yes,' he whispers in Frank's ear.

He can hear Frank already crying. 'I love you.'

'I love you, too.' 

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