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“Uh, yeah.” Gerard could care less what they eat. Knowing Frank likes men makes some things clearer to him.
Frank switches the engine off, and both get out the car. Gerard follows Frank towards the door, subconsciously admiring his small frame, remembering the sight of Frank freshly showered from earlier and the rush of adrenaline Frank’s touch had cause the previous night. A small shiver ran down his spine. They enter the shop, and Frank heads towards a booth in a back corner, certain Gerard would want to discuss all of this further. They take a seat, and, when the waitress comes over, both order a sandwich and soda.
Frank watches Gerard, as if trying to read his thoughts. He is staring down at a napkin he’s twisting in his fingers. Frank is consciously aware of his scent, a mix of last night’s alcohol, sweat, and the show. He can feel his penis beginning to react ever so slightly. Slowly aware of Frank’s gaze, Gerard makes eye contact.
“You okay?” Franks asks cautiously.
“Why didn’t you say somethin’ before now? Hell, I don’t care who you fuck.”
“Just never came up, I guess.” Gerard shifts his gaze back down to the napkin. He sits there silent, his mouth once again moving like he’s trying to say something, but can’t find the words. Finally, he speaks, never looking back up.
“What about last night?”
“What about it?”
“We didn’t... I didn’t... fuck you... did I? I mean, bein’ honest, I was drunk.”
“Nah, we talked a little and watched some “Masters of Horror’.”
“I remember kissin’ you again...” Gerard stops himself before admitting he remembered liking it too.
“And?” Frank asks, as if reading Gerard’s thoughts.
A slight smirk crosses his lips, answering Frank’s question without words. Frank resists but is unable to stop himself from grinning back.
“I could do it again,” Gerard admits. His eyes are drawn to Frank lips for only a second, then distracted by movement in the sandwich shop. The conversation is briefly interrupted by the waitress bringing their sandwiches and drinks. Both thank her politely, but neither of them is really interested in the food anymore.
“You ever been with another man?” Frank asks him suggestively.
Gerard can read the look in Frank’s eyes. He knows what Frank wants, and, surprising himself, he wants it, too. Gerard shakes his head no, pauses hesitantly, and then responds with the only thing he can think of, “Let’s hurry up and get back to the hotel.”
Frank’s faded smile brightens back up. He is finally going to have Gerard.
They eat rather quickly, the only conversation in the occasional glances to each other. Gerard can’t stop himself from remembering yet again the look of Frank’s muscles flexing under his ink with his movement this morning. Another rush of adrenaline floods Gerard’s veins, causing him to shudder ever so slightly. Frank stands up from the table, as if taking cues from Gerard’s body, tossing some money on top of the check.
“You ready?” he asks Gerard. Gerard is already standing up from the table, too.
The car ride back to the hotel seems to be taking forever. Frank’s skin is crawling with anticipation. He can feel every hair on his body standing up on end. He has dreamed of being with Gerard for a while, but he is aware he must be cautious and not come on to strong. He doesn’t know how far Gerard will let this go. At the same time, he can’t stop himself from stealing glances of Gerard.
Gerard is once again staring out the window. This time, there is an air of nervousness surrounding him. Intellectually, Gerard knows he likes women, but subconsciously he can hardly control these new desires towards Frank. He feels like he would let Frank have him right here right now.
As the car rounds a curve, the hotel becomes visible right in front of them. He glances at it, then to Frank. Frank returns the glance, quickly returning his eyes to the road. A smile creeps across his lips. Soon, they will do what Mikey fears has already been done.
Yeah I think we all know what next chapter will be all about ;)