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“Right. That’s it.” She said, charging in minutes later to the two men embraced in her kitchen and shoving a cardigan into her bursting bag hurriedly as they pulled away, and she looked up. “I don’t know what’s changed in you Gerard, but I don’t like it.”
“Nothing’s changed in him. You just-” Frank started, but Gerard quickly plastered his hands over Frank’s mouth to stop anything else escaping his lips. He felt awkward and childlike, but it seemed to be the only way to stop him. Frank smirked, licking the inside of Gerard’s hand in an attempt to get him off. It didn’t work, however; Gerard hardly noticed over the drama of the situation, tears still falling and clouding his vision. Biasing it, that’s what she was doing to him.
 “I’m packed. I’m going. Good bye.” She spoke her goodbye monosyllabically as she headed out of the door, yet her anger was still there, an undertone. Hidden. Ready to spring.
“Don’t, please don’t…” he said desperately, leaving Frank’s mouth to work its will and stumbling out after her. “I’m sorry. Frank can leave, I don’t want him here…”
“Oh cheers, great, thanks.” Frank shouted through from the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of orange juice and walking through to watch the scene, still shirtless. “I mean, I really wouldn’t expect such ungrateful behaviour from someone who I gave such pleasure too…” he said, taking a sip.
Gerard rolled his eyes exasperatedly, and knew what Frank had just said had totally blown it.
“Oh, so you slept with him?” his girlfriend asked, spinning around in front of the door and slipping her shoes on, getting red in the face. “That makes things so much better. Thanks for telling me what my own fiancée wouldn’t, Frank.”
“Anytime.” He grinned, drinking some more.
“Oh fuck off.” Gerard bit his lip and faced his girlfriend again, wiping his eyes, ready to beg. “Don’t go.” He said. “Please. I’ll change. Like I used to be, I’ll quit my job, I’ll do anything, don’t go…”
She snorted pityingly and left, slamming the door behind her, feet crunching in the driveway as her friend pulled up and drove her away. Gerard turned to face Frank and crumbled, hating hating hating everything. Everyone. Himself.
He sank to the floor trembling, as Frank stood and watched. Watched. He did nothing to help, nothing at all except occasionally smirk at the nervous wreck on the floor that was Gerard.
“I don’t get it.” Frank mused, leaning with his back against the wall and looking up thoughtfully, ignoring Gerard’s sobs. “I mean, you didn’t even like her that much. The look you gave me when you said you’d be with her for the rest of your life if you didn’t get out soon said a lot.”
“Yeah, you really, really don’t get it.” Gerard sobbed. “She’s the one thing tying me to the rest of the world. She forces me to get up and exist and carry on like nothing’s wrong because if I don’t, she’ll go mental and I’ll have to face the consequences. And now she’s gone mental, and now she’s gone, and what will I do? What are the consequences?” he hugged himself, shaking constantly.
“Well so far, there’s none.” Frank shrugged. He genuinely wanted to slide over to Gerard and slip his arms around him, stroke his hair, tell him it would be okay. But he couldn’t. He fucking couldn’t.
“There will be.” Gerard said bitterly.
“Like what? You get the house to yourself?”
Gerard was silent, having no answer to bite back with. His breaths coming short and sharp but the tears flowing less frequently, and eventually stopping. He was surprised he still had any tears left to cry, the amount he’d been doing it lately.
“Look,” Frank said, softening. He couldn’t stop himself. “She’ll probably come back anyway, and you can live on with her. Unhappily. But you can live on. Life goes on, you know?”he sighed.
Gerard raised his eyebrows half-heartedly, sniffing. “Cliché much?”
“Better than nothing.” Frank shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess.”
Gerard looked so lonely, so innocent, so fucking loveable on the floor that Frank’s instincts overtook and he shuffled over to Gerard, sliding down next to him and sitting there uncomfortably for a second before lifting his arm and wrapping it around Gerard, who stiffened instantly. Frank didn’t pull away – once you’re in, you can’t get out, you know? That would just make everything a million times worse.
“Relax.” Frank said eventually, and Gerard instantly let himself snuggle into Frank like he’d been holding it in for a while. He just wanted someone, anyone to hug him warm and close and lie to him. Tell him that everything would be fine. It no longer mattered whether it was his fiancée or Frank Iero, known only for his sharp tongue and ability to get anyone into bed with him, no matter the gender or initial purpose. He didn't care. He just wanted to be close to someone.
But when Frank slowly twisted a hand into Gerard’s floppy hair he didn’t close his eyes and pretend it was somebody else. He didn’t ignore the person from whom the affection came; he looked up into his eyes and smiled. It was a miserable, defeated smile, but they gazed at eachother despairingly until Frank looked away, reddening as if he'd only just realised.
It was weird. Gerard had never seen Frank be the one who’d pulled away from the situation, who’d gone red and gotten embarrassed, and he didn’t know what to do or what to say. So he just sniffed, and desperately tried to control his breathing. Every few minutes it would hit him what had happened and he would want to start crying all over again, but he snuggled closer into the suddenly unresponsive Frank and held it in. He was getting way too close emotionally to him anyways, and to carry on crying would just be foolish.
“Frank?” he said eventually, his head resting on his chest whether Frank liked it or not.
“What?” he snapped suddenly.
“U-um,” Gerard’s breath hitched as he lost his words, pulling his head up slightly. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” Frank sighed and tightened his grip around Gerard again, giving in to the urge, fingers dancing slowly in his hair. “I’m just…I’m going home.”
“Don't,” Gerard muttered, “please don't leave me. Then neither of you will be tying me to the world.”
“You sound so pathetic.” he snorted. “and it's a shitty world anyway.” Frank said, more gently, and he didn't move. He didn't leave. Relief flooded Gerard as he resisted the urge to tug Frank closer still.
“I'll help you through whatever fucking nonsense this is.” Frank sighed, giving in. I can't leave him alone. I can't not help him. I'm weaker than he thinks and I can only hold up this act for so long...
Gerard raised his eyebrows, looking up at Frank dependently through his tears, and Frank nodded in confirmation. So he kissed him weakly, pressing his lips to Frank's softly and keeping them there only for a second before pulling away and sighing again.
“I know it's a shitty world.” he said quietly, hoping desperately that that one kiss wouldn't send Frank flying back to his messy little apartment, never to return again.
“Come on. My ass hurts sitting on this floor.” he said, almost as if that kiss had just never happened, and dragged Gerard in to the living room and on to the sofa. He flicked the TV on and changed the channel til he found what he wanted...
“Buffy re-runs are always on at this time. And this is like, a crucial episode, so we're watching it.” he put down the remote and folded his arms like that was that, and Gerard didn't mind – Buffy always made him laugh anyway, and that vampire with the blonde hair was really hot. Not that he'd ever admitted that to anyone, since he was so determinedly straight. Although maybe now, he could...
As the minutes passed they moved closer, and Frank unfolded his arms yet occasionally rolled his eyes at Gerard's frequent sniffing. “Can you breathe quieter?” he snapped, getting frustrated. But then he saw the hurt look in Gerard's tear-stained face, and his heart softened again. This man's fiancée had technically just left him, right? Frank had to stop expecting it to be so easy. So he pulled Gerard over to him and lay down sideways, facing the television; Gerard immediately snuggled into him and lay down parallel, watching the episode intently to try and seem like Frank's arms around him weren't such a big deal.
“That guy is gorgeous.” he mused, when the blonde vampire – Spike – came on to the screen.
“Yeah, but, he didn't age well.” Frank tutted. “Have you googled him recently? He's gone wrong.” Gerard snorted and he watched, watched and watched and watched.

The cries that echoed from the TV screen were unbearable; Gerard thought his pain had been bad, but the pain of the fucking television characters was so much worse. It turned out that this 'crucial episode' had been the one where Buffy, the main character, died – it was ridiculous. Both of them were crying now and although Frank was trying desperately to hide it, both of them could hear his breath catching in his throat and see the wet glistening in his eyes.
“Why the fuck did we watch that?” Gerard asked afterwards, rubbing his eyes frustratedly. “That's just made me more miserable.”
“Well, it's put your problem in to scale a bit.”
“Ugh,” Gerard said, “b-but Spike's face when she died, shit...” he buried is face into Frank's arm and sighed heavily. “What next?”
“Well, I don't think there's anymore of these on, so.” Frank shrugged, feeling kind of restless.
“I have like, the entire box set. Of all of them. I just haven't watched them all.” Gerard said, surprising him.
“Ohmygod really?” he asked, his face brightening and suddenly sounding incredibly camp. “I so have to borrow them!”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever. I'll show you later.”
“Great, wanna go out now?” Frank was fidgeting and shuffling around, evidently getting slightly bored. Gerard didn't care.
“No, I want to stay inside forever.” he replied simply, leaning his head on the sofa and closing his eyes.
“Gerard honey, that isn't happening. You can't do that.” Frank said, raising his eyebrows. Gerard was immediately reminded of the first time he'd met Frank; "Bye Gerard, baby!" he'd called, ensuring that he'd gone bright red and undergone serious questioning from his girlfriend. But the way he said words like that made his heart pound now, like they never had before.
“And why the fuck not?” he rushed the words out, tears still leaking from his eyes.
“Just because, idiot. It's not fair.”
Frank sat up suddenly and left Gerard lying alone on the sofa, folding his arms again and tapping the floor restlessly. “Boreeed.” he whined.
“God, are you like, four?” Gerard scoffed. “Entertain yourself. Just don't bother me.” Frank rolled his eyes and scoured his mind for something to do, until he saw a pen on the little coffee table in the middle of the room and thought...
“You draw, right?” he asked Gerard, who had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily. “Hey, wake-up jackass.” he said, a little louder. Gerard sat up, startled.
“I w-wasn't asleep!” he said defensively.
“Whatever. I asked you something. You draw, don't you?”
“Mhmm.” Gerard's eyes narrowed. “But you can't see them.”
“There's more than one then?” Frank smirked, knowing he was on the way to winding Gerard up again big-time.
“There's like a whole box of notepads, so, yes.” he remained stony-faced, much to Frank's disappointment.
“Pleaaaase?” Frank pleaded, edging closer to Gerard and widening his eyes, trying to look irresistible.
“No, you'll just laugh like you did last time. I know you will.” he started hugging himself and glaring at the still big-eyed man in front of him.
“Why, are they that bad?” Frank snorted.
There was a silence in which the expression on Gerard's face was so fucking obvious, he might as well have had a big sign above his head, flashing HURT. HURT. HURT.
“Y-yes.” he said, breaking out into loud sobbing.
“Oh fuck, not again.” Frank rolled his eyes and grabbed Gerard's hand, pulling him up. “Come with me.” he dragged him reluctantly upstairs and into the bedroom; Gerard's eyes went wide as he thought Frank was dragging him towards the bed, but instead he pushed him into the ensuite bathroom and shut the door behind him. “Now,” he called through, “take a fucking shower. And Gee, no jerking off.” he added, smirking to himself as he said it.
“But I already had one today.” he called back through, voice cracking through the tears.
“Whatever. Just do it.”
Gerard made sure that he locked the door first and then he slipped out of his clothes and into the warm, calming shower as his tears flowed down the drain once again.
He washed himself slowly, taking his time, using all of his girlfriend's strawberry shower gel just because she'd forgotten to take it and it smelled great.
Frank, meanwhile, was lolling around on Gerard's bed staring at the ceiling absent mindedly. He'd completely forgotten what was going on as he thought about what tattoo he should get next, what albums he needed to buy, how much money he'd be getting at the end of the week...that is, until he heard quiet moans coming from Gerard's direction.
He sat up immediately, listening carefully. Was Gerard disobeying him? 'And Gee, no jerking off...'
He crept over to the door and could hear it much more obviously. The splatter of the water hitting the shower floor, Gerard's deep breaths and frequent moans that were just slightly too quiet for his liking. But fuck, it turned him on, and he found his hand travelling down to his crotch and rubbing himself hard through his jeans as he listened to Gerard on the other side of the door. The heavenly moans were coming louder and louder as Gerard reached his climax, and he heard him release as he imagined the orgasmic look on Gerard's face and his cock shooting out a massive load...if Frank hadn't been fully clothed and had had the time to start on himself too, he sure as hell would've exploded simultaneously; but no, he was stuck with a prettty big tent in his jeans and with nothing he could do about it. Sighing but still reeling from what he'd just heard he went back to the bed and lay there again, waiting for Gerard to emerge.

Gerard was leant against the shower wall, panting, head spinning from what he'd just done. He knew Frank had heard him, it was inevitable, and he knew that he sounded hot. That was, after all, the whole point; as he'd been in there, his hand gliding quickly up and down, he'd imagined Frank lying on his bed just outside the door, doing exactly the same to himself. Minutes later he finally stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself, leaving the steamed up bathroom and subtly ignoring Frank stretched out on his bed as he went to the wardrobe.
“Enjoyed that, then?” Frank said, voice low, hopping up and joining Gerard by his clothes.
“Um. Well as I said, I'd already had one boring shower today, and...” he couldn't stop his curious eyes from travelling down to Frank's crotch and he immediately noticed that he was pretty damn happy down there. He trailed off and looked away, reddening.
“Yes, I'm hard.” Frank grinned, shrugging. “What did you expect? Your moans are just...uh.” he said, moaning the last word to emphasise his point.
Gerard tried to ignore him. “I don't know what to wear.” he said. “and you're still shirtless.”
Frank grabbed some baggy jeans – he couldn't find any tight ones – and a pretty tight fitting top, and shoved them into Gerard's arms. “I'll wear this one,” he said approvingly, pulling a Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt out and helping himself to it. “Also,” he smirked as Gerard was heading in to the bathroom, “I think you should change in here.”
“Um, no way,” Gerard stammered, suddenly feeling incredibly body conscious. Frank had already seen him completely naked, but not in the harsh light of day...he hurried into the bathroom before any more requests could be made, changed quickly and came back in to Frank rubbing his crotch again frantically. He looked up at the shocked Gerard and smirked, beckoning too him.
“It wouldn't go down, so I figured...”
Gerard felt his own cock twitch and cursed himself inwardly, before going and sitting next to Frank, who looked at him hopefully. “I don't know if I w-want to-” Gerard started, but Frank pushed him down and rolled him over on the bed so that he was on top, looking down on the startled yet no longer tear-stained face.
“You smell fantastic.”
“I-” Frank pressed his lips to Gerard's before he had the chance to protest and he automatically kissed back, his tongue defying him and running carefully along Frank's bottom lip before slipping itself into his mouth, causing him to moan dreamily. Gerard, stop it, stop it now...
Frank suddenly pushed his whole body against Gerard, who felt something hard pressing into his crotch and instinctively pushed back upwards as he became slightly happy again. Already. Wow.
“I'm going to have to...” Frank muttered between kisses, “borrow some of your boxers after this.”
Gerard smirked and realised what Frank meant; the low tone of his voice and the meaning behind it sent shivers down his spine, that travelled all the way to his crotch where he became fully hard again and Frank grinding down into him sent him absolutely crazy.
“Can't handle this.” he murmured, rubbing himself up against Frank desperately and wishing the thick layers of denim and cotton weren't there at all. From what he could feel, Frank was massive when he was hard...
Frank's breathing sped up again, and Gerard knew that he was already close. They were dry-humping, fully clothed, in the middle of the day and Frank was going to come in his underwear. That's so sexy. And so messed up. And sure enough seconds later, Frank's voice whispered in Gerard's ear, “I'm so close...”
Their bodies were grinding frantically as their lips collided, Gerard's hands travelling down to Frank's ass and grabbing it, pushing him down to get the contact that he craved. Desperate moans filled the air again and Frank threw his head back as he came, letting his eyes slip shut and a heavy groan escape his lips. That noise – that fucking noise caused Gerard to do the same all over again, his lips losing control and slipping away from Frank's as he let himself go, moaning Frank's name loudly. They both shook uncontrollably as they finished with that familiar warm feeling tingling, and it took a while to catch their breaths before they were able to say anything.
“Now,” Frank murmured, rolling away, “if your wife hadn't just left you, there's no way we would've been able to do that.”
“She's not my fucking wife.” Gerard said back, but this time, he was smiling.

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Oh my god I am so sorry that it's been like forever since the last update. I wrote a chapter and posted it but I took it down because it really really wasn't right and I want to do this correctly! I'm so sorry. Enjoy!
P.S The song I was playing whilst writing this was Adam's Song by Blink-182. You should listen to it. Because it's fantastic.