Here's chapter 3. Please leave a comment weather I should carry this on or just stop while no one has been hurted :)
“You been in here long?”
Startled by Frank’s voice, Gerard’s gaze immediately shifts up to meet Frank’s.
“Here’s your coffee,” Gerard stammers, handing Frank the cup that was still full. “Mikey was in the café. He seemed rather pissed. I probably shouldn’t stay in here too long. I don’t know what he thinks I would do, though.”
“What’d he say?” Frank asks, afraid Mikey might have given away his secret.
“Somethin’ about me telling him I didn’t do somethin’. I really wasn’t listenin’,” He replies nearly sarcastically, waving his hand dismissively. “I think he thought I would piss you off or something.”
“Oh.” That’s not it; he knows me, Frank thinks to himself. And Mikey knows G’s kiss wouldn’t piss me off. “Maybe we should go out for a while, in case Mikey comes lookin’ for either of us,” suggests Frank, hoping Gerard’s mental state would encourage him to accept.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m not in the mood to deal with him anymore right now.”
“Good thing we’re on the first floor,” Frank half jokes, grabbing a t-shirt from his duffle bag and pulling it over his head. “We can slide out the patio unseen.”
Both head towards the sliding glass door leading to the patio. Gerard cautiously looks out before stepping out. Frank understands his caution, after Gerard’s encounter with his brother this morning. Deep inside, Frank knows he should tell him the truth, or at least part of it; he should keep his desire for Gerard to himself until Gerard has gotten past the shock of his own behavior. Obviously, he has never thought of Frank in that way. But Frank aims to change all that.
They both get into Frank’s car. Neither has spoken since inside the room. Frank turns the key in the ignition, breaking the silence between them.
“Where should we go?” Frank asks, more to himself than Gerard.
“Somewhere sorta quiet. I’m a little hung-over. And my head’s poundin’ right now.” Gerard is oblivious to the rhetoric in Frank’s question.
“Let’s find somewhere to grab a bite. I’m starvin’.”
Frank backs out of the parking space. He pulls up to the street, stops for a second, then turns out onto it. Frank wonders what Gerard is thinking about. He is staring out the car window into oblivion, off in his own little world. Frank could see Gerard’s lips moving just slightly, like he was trying to ask something, but didn’t know how. That’s so adorable, Frank thinks to himself, turning his attention back to the street.
“What do you think Mikey meant? I mean, I’ve always done dumb shit, so what do you think he was so scared I’d do, Frank?” Gerard's words seem heavy. To Frank, it is obvious this is as good of an opportunity as he’d get to tell Gee about his attraction to other men.
“Mikey knows something about me a lot of people don’t know, Gerard.” His given name pulls Gerard's attention back into the car; he shifts his attention to Frank, looking slightly puzzled. Seeing his expression, Frank tries to explain, “You have to remember, Mikey and I were friends before the band. I have a secret, Gerard, and Mikey knows that secret.” Gerard continues to look at Frank confused. “Listen, you remember what sorta I asked you last night?” By the look on his face, Frank can see he’s struggling to remember. “I asked you ‘what took you so long?’”
“I thought you were jokin’...” Gerard voice trails off a little.
“I like women and men, Gerard. I have for a while.” Frank pauses for this new information to settle into him. Suddenly, a flash of lightning crosses Gerard's face.
“Yeah. Mikey thought you had fucked me.” Gerard shifts his gaze back out the window of the car. Frank drives on for a several miles, just letting him think. “You want me to take you back or somethin’?”
Gerard sits silent for a moment longer, then seems almost relieved by this new information. “What about that bite to eat?”
Frank smirks to himself. he took that better than I thought he would.
This chapter is kinda short. Sorry 'bout that. But rather short and good than long and crappy, right? ;)