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One month, one week, and four days was the amount of time that it took for Frank and Gerard to get back to their lovey-dovey selves. One months, one week and four days of late night phone calls like they were teenagers, small dates to rekindle what was missing, and what seemed like sneaky sleepovers at Gerard's apartment. When Frank finally decided that he had given him and Gerard's relationship enough rehabilitation time, he moved out of his mothers house, again, and into Gerard's apartment. And to be completely honest, Gerard couldn't be happier.

The first few days after the awkward walk home from the park were difficult for both men. Frank really made Gerard work for his forgiveness. Some people may think that it's rude. That it's obvious that Gerard was sorry and he really did love Frank but the younger man needed to know that he was going to fight. It seems stupid, needing to know that you're worth fighting for, but Frank had been on the receiving end of the worthless relationship before and he didn't want it to happen again. Especially not with Gerard.

Gerard had done it all for Frank, long revealing speeches about everything that was going through his mind those weeks that they weren't together. There were nights where Gerard would sob, the fear of losing his lover making his emotions go wild. It seems hard to imagine, a twenty eight year old man sobbing for the love of his younger lover, but it happened and Frank honestly never felt worse. He felt bad for making Gerard go through this, the aftermath period, but there was only so much heartache a person can take before they lose it. And Frank wanted Gerard around for the long run.

After they hit the one month mark Frank told Gerard to stop apologizing, though. Not that he had wanted him to apologize for a whole month, but Gerard felt the need to do it constantly and Frank decided that it was enough. He had forgiven Gerard, and if he was being honest he would tell you that he forgave Gerard the second he finished his first speech on the way to the park. But Frank, being a little bit insecure at times, needed to know that he was worth something more than just a “If you want me back. I'm yours. If you want me to leave, I'll leave and never come back. But it's up to you now, Frank”. And Gerard had proven it so it was over, forgotten.

Frank had gotten his job back at the office, and his same desk, the new guy had a slowdown of his own going on. And the low level editors were getting their new benefits come June. Yeah, life for Gerard and Frank seemed pretty perfect now, and this time nothing was actually going to go wrong, right?

Frank sat up in the bed, his back pressed against the cushioned headboard as he reads through the latest Stephen King novel, his glasses riding low on his nose. He doesn't like wearing glasses, but unfortunately, due to bad genes on his fathers side, he needed to use them for reading, which also happened to be ninety five percent of his job. Lucky for Frank, though, Gerard loved him in glasses. They were round, thick-framed, black glasses, and it made him look somewhat geeky, not that either man had any problem with geekyness, they did grow up on comic books after all. Gerard especially loved when the glasses slipped from their original position on the bridge of Franks nose and made it's way to the tip. Frank was usually so engrossed in whatever he was reading or working on that he wouldn't even know and if Gerard was in distance, he would push them up for Frank, receiving a blushed smile and a soft thank you before returning to the trials of the protagonist.

This was the exact scenario that Gerard had in front of him. After washing up for bed, he appeared from the bathroom and saw him small boyfriend's glasses threatening to fall off his perfectly rounded nose. Smirking softly to himself, he climbs on the bed and begins crawling up his boyfriend's covered legs. Frank doesn't move an inch, completely accustomed to his boyfriend's silly night games. Gerard places his rounded chin on the top of the hardcover book, reaching with one hand to push Frank's glasses back to their appropriate position. Frank, as predicted, briefly looks at Gerard, flashing him his blushed smile before going back to his book, finding his sentence on the page. Gerard, not ready to give up, leans forward a bit more and presses a light kiss to the tip of Frank's nose, further interrupting Frank's ability to see the words on the page.

“Gee.” Frank whines as he raises his eyes to his boyfriend's.

“Mm, what, baby?” Gerard sits back so he can see Frank's face, but still not allotting enough room for Frank to read.

“It's just getting good. Give me twenty more minutes then I'm all yours.” Now to any other couple this would seem like a good compromise. But you see, our dear Gerard had spent far too many nights away from his perfect lover and this would just not do for him.

“Nu-huh.” Gerard mumbles and leans forward onto his right hand as his lips press to Frank's, taking the book in his left, setting it down, open to the page, on the nightstand next to the bed. Frank smirks against the kiss, letting his one hand drop to his lap as the other moving to Gerard's chest, tangling his fingers in the loose collar of his boyfriend's t-shirt. Pressing his lips back to Gerard's gently, Frank pulls his boyfriend in closer to him using the fabric in his fingers. After a few moments of lips moving together fluidly, Frank pushes Gerard away, grabbing the book from the night table.

“Now you have to give me thirty minutes.” Frank smirks again, finding his place in the page, reading again. Gerard groans and flops down on the bed next to Frank. Doesn't the small man next to him know what he does to Gerard. Doesn't he understand that sitting next to Frank while he looked so goddamn adorable was a challenge not to jump his bone.

Gerard lasted about ten minutes of tapping his fingers against his clothed chest to some song he had heard Frank humming while cooking dinner today, before he turned on his side and began watching Frank. While Frank, who either didn't notice Gerard or chose not to care, continued to read. Gerard smirked evilly as he scooted down the bed, making his eyesight even with Frank's hips. He carefully lifted the thin fabric to expose Franks tattooed hips. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to the bird on his boyfriend's hip gently, wrapping his other hand around Frank's waist to stroke the other bird.

Frank, still not responding to his needing boyfriend, read the same sentence over and over again, still not getting the meaning of it. He stared at the period at the end of the sentence he just read as he felt Gerard's tongue dip it's way into Frank's waistband. The actions of his boyfriend's mouth made Frank sigh, which caused Gerard to remove his mouth from the olive skin and look up at Frank. Frank groaned inwardly.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Gerard asked teasingly as his hand began to knead the pliable skin.

“Either get up here and kiss me or keep doing what you're doing.” Frank demanded, setting the book down on the table, moving his hand to tangle in Gerard's hair.

Pressing an open mouthed kiss to Frank's hipbone, Gerard moves to sit up, “But it's only been...” He turns to check the clock on the wall, although he doesn't really know how long it's really been, “fifteen minutes. You still have fifteen minutes of reading left.”

Frank gently tugged on Gerard's hair, squinting his eyes,“That's not fair, Gee.”

Gerard just laughed softly and pressed one more light kiss to Frank's hip before straddling the younger man's thighs, leaning in to place a gentle kiss to his boyfriend's pouting lips. Frank immediately kissed back, letting his hand fall from Gerard's hair to his neck. The two men let their lips move together like an unrehearsed dance, Gerard eventually capturing Frank's bottom lip, sucking on his gently as he drops his hips so they can graze Frank's boxer clad ones.

Eventually the two men separate slightly letting their foreheads rest against each other, panting softly. Frank smiles lazily, playing the hairs on the back of Gerard's neck and he whispers breathlessly, “Hi.”

Smiling back at his lover, Gerard lets his hand caress the hip that he was just kissing, whispering back, “Hi.” Frank loved these simple moments that he and Gerard shared. He could be content with just staying like this for the entire night, well that was before Gerard let his hips roll against Frank's briefly. Frank was now fully aware at how...excited Gerard had gotten, and it was now Frank's turn to make him...more excited.

Frank moved his hands from the base of Gerard's neck and slid them down the back of his body until he found his boyfriend's ass. Squeezing Gerard's backside gently, Frank lifts his hips to meet his lovers', biting his lip at the sensation. Using Gerard's ass, Frank pressed Gerard's hips into his and he began to roll his hips gently, letting the two boxer covered crotches move together.

Moaning quietly, Gerard moves his head to Frank's small shoulder so he can attach his lips to the smooth skin of his boyfriend's neck. Moving his mouth against the tender skin, Gerard slides his hand down, into Frank's boxers from his hips, causing Frank to stop his movement. When Gerard takes a hold of Frank's semi-hard member, beginning to stroke it, Frank groans and lifts his hips to Gerard's effectively causing a mumbled moan against his neck.

Sliding his right hand from behind Gerard, Frank slips it inside Gerard's boxers and grips the now fully erect member of his boyfriend. Stroking in time with Gerard's hand, he continues to thrust into Gerard's hand, Gerard doing the same to his own hand, as he moans.

The two men continue their actions, both moaning whilst proclaiming their love for one another. The excitement grows within both men and Gerard, who had abandoned Frank's neck, resting his forehead on Frank's shoulder, groans loudly alerting his lover that he was close. Frank, who was not far behind, encouraged his lover to release. Both Gerard and Frank's hips began to buck wildly as they came into the others hand and their own boxers, letting out moans of passion.

After coming down from his climax, Gerard slipping his hand out of Frank's boxers, using his other hand and pulling Frank's hand out of his, and rolled off of his lover. Reaching to the nightstand, grabbing a few tissues from the box, that Frank kept there for when he got sick, he began to clean himself up.

Grabbing some of his own tissues, Frank laughed at the mess they had made, “I'm gonna need new boxers.” He cleaned up his hand with the tissues before he climbs out of the bed walking to the dresser.

Laughing, Gerard does the same, following Frank to the dresser, “I know, it was messier than actual sex.”

“For you, maybe.” Frank snorts and slips off his boxers, tossing them in the hamper before grabbing a new pair for himself, pulling them on, and handing a pair for Gerard.

Gerard laughs and slips on his new boxers then follows Frank to the bed, getting under the covers and immediately wraps his arms around his boyfriend, who is already settled under the covers. Smiling, Frank cuddles against Gerard, finding the comfortable position.

“Good night, baby. I love you.” Gerard's whispers against the head of the man that he loves.

“I love you, too, Gee. Night.” Frank mumbles against Gerard's chest after reaching over and turning off the light. Soon both men fall into a peaceful, completely elated with their lives now.
[/I started to write more but it didn't fit and i didn't want to drag out this story too much. So, once again if you guys want more, let me know. But I'm not promising anything :D

I suck at writing anything sexual so I apologize.

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