After losing control of himself and kissing Frank, Gerard tries to resist Frank’s advances. Deep inside, though, he longs for what his heart knows only Frank can offer him: true love. (The summar...
As he forces himself to take each step, he’s not sure what to say, if Frank would even open the door. Suddenly he realizes he was standing in front of Frank’s door. He knocks on the door, feeling like a schoolboy about to be punished.
“Frankie, it’s me, G” he calls out.
The seconds ticking by seem like an eternity. The door finally opens, but Frank is already heading back into the room. He sits down on the far side of the bed, his back to Gerard.
“Look, man, tonight...” Gerard’s voice breaks. “I don’t know what came over me.”
Frank’s gaze drops from the window to his hands. He begins tracing one of the E’s inked on his fingers. A flash of panic sinks in Gerard’s gut. He wants to run; he knows he was wrong.
“I just wanted to apologize. I mean, um, I know...” His voice cracks and breaks. He clears his throat and tries to continue, “Frankie, what happened back there...”
His thought process is interrupted by Frank standing up. Gerard watches Frank in his peripherals, afraid to make eye contact. But something about Frank’s body language begins to put Gerard at ease. He takes a deep breath and shifts his gaze upwards. Frank is now standing right in front of him, looking up at Gerard slightly. As they make eye contact, Frank reaches up and put his hand on the side of Gerard’s face. Instantly, waves of adrenaline course through Gerard’s veins.
“What took you so long?” Frank half whispers.
Suddenly Gee understands. He understands why Frank had just stood there on stage. He understands the look now on Frank’s face, the sensation Frank’s hand on his cheek has caused. The abrupt clarity makes Gerard want again to run away, and his body subconsciously follows the lead, turning away from Frank. Before Gerard can turn away, Frank's other hand catches Gerard’s wrist, coercing Gerard’s body to stay where it is.
“Look, I figured since you made the first move,” Frank hesitates, “I’d show you where I stood on things.” Again, Frank pauses, not wanting to provoke the situation too much. “If you just want to forget it happened, we can just go back to the way things were. Or...” Frank’s voice trails off.
Slowly, he lifts his heels off the floor, somewhat compensating for the height difference. Frank leans in, just allowing their lower lips to touch. Gerard can’t control himself; he leans into Frank, sealing the kiss. This time, though, Gerard is more aware of the sensations. First the warmth of Frank’s lip-ring, then the warmth of Frank’s lips themselves. He could smell the musk of Frank’s sweat mixed with the smoke of the show’s pyros. As their lips begin to part, Gerard opens his eyes, looking right into Frank’s. He could see the restrained desire in Frank’s eyes, in his whole expression.
“I somehow thought you’d take the ‘or’,” Frank said, almost giggling. He turns to walk away, giving Gerard a moment to process what has just happened. Again. But the moment is interrupted by a thunderous knock on the door.
“Frank,” yells Mickey through the door, “Frank, have you seen Gerard? Is he in there?”
Quickly, Frank whispers in Gerard’s ear, “You’re pale as a ghost. Go in there and let me get rid of him.” He nudges Gerard towards the bathroom, and turns his attention to the door. Still trying to completely comprehend the last few minutes, Gerard heads to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Gerard stands in front of the mirror, his hands and arms propping him up on the counter. He can hear Mikey and Frank’s conversation.
“Have you seen my brother?” Mikey asks, sounding a bit exasperated. “He’s not in his room.”
“Frank, don’t take what he did tonight... just... forget it happened, okay? I think he might be drunk again. I’m just tryin’ to find him so I can make sure he’s alright.” Mikey sounds somewhat worried.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Frank says, trying to reassure Mikey. “You know better than anyone he likes to make a spectacle of himself sometimes. I saw him after the show in the hall; he seemed fine,” Frank lied, continuing to try and smooth out the situation. “I don’t think he was too drunk tonight, but he’s probably passed out on his bed. Just let him sleep it off, like always.”
“If you think so,” Mikey didn’t sound completely convinced. “I’ll see you in the mornin’.”
“Night,” Frank calls out as he shuts the door. Gerard slowly emerges from the bathroom door. Frank walks towards the bed, sitting in the same place as before. He motions for Gerard to come sit beside him. Gerard lingers in the doorway for a moment then sits down next to Frank. Frank put his hand on Gerard’s thigh.
“Man, listen. If this turns into something, great! If not, the crowd got their money’s worth tonight. I’m good with just letting things happen.” He flashes a half smile at Gerard, then settles back onto the bed, flipping on the TV. Gerard pauses for a minute, relieved and somewhat amused. He looks over his shoulder at Frank. He is truly a remarkable friend, Gerard thinks to himself. Frank glances over and flashes a big silly grin at Gerard. He climbs up beside Frank, adjusting the pillows to sit up on the bed with him.
“In the mood for some ‘Masters of Horror’?” Frank asks, like nothing had happened.
“Of course!” Gerard smiles.
Note from the author: I will try to post as often as possible. And this is my very first fanfic I've written alone. I hope you enjoy!