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"I feel stupid." Frank said moodily, scowling at the shining floor tiles in the store. He felt like everyone was staring at him.
Gerard giggled and squeezed his fingers lightly. "Good," He teased, "You're supposed to."
Frank blushed furiously and pulled his hoodie up around his neck more to make the leather band more discrete. The store wasn't busy but there were definitely some old ladies giving him odd looks every now and then, and of course if the security cameras were working then this would be on tape forever. "C'mon," He grunted. "Soda's over her I think." He tugged Gerard's arm and pulled him in the right direction; he didn't want to be here so long. He wanted to take the collar off, sure, but there were definitely reasons why he wanted to be back at the house.
Gerard leaned over to Frank and brushed their shoulders together. "Guess what?" He whispered. "Just for today, you're all mine, and everyone can see it."
Frank bit his lip and kept walking, determined not to look at Gerard. "Shut up!" He hissed, trying not to smile.
"I most certainly will not," Gerard hissed, "You look so gorgeous, Frankie, I can't wait til we get back..."
Frank knotted his fingers together and forced himself to keep a straight face. "Gerard, do you want me to get a boner in the middle of a store? Seriously!" He played his sleeve self-consciously and pulled Gerard over to a shelf stacked high with various cans and bottles. "Want anything?" He said, gesturing to the shelf.
Gerard looked it over and thought for a second. "Just Coke." He shrugged. Frank nodded and let go of his hand to reach up for a bright red cardboard box that had the Coca-Cola logo plastered on the side in blistering white and claimed to hold twelve cans, then received a glare from Gerard as he picked it up. "Lemme hold it." He offered, as Frank was clearly struggling to do so himself - his knees were swaying already.
"Thanks," He said, passing it to Gerard who held it shakily. It was then that Frank noticed how out of place Gerard looked here - his faded leather jacket was scraped, old and hung off him more than it had when Frank had bought it for him. The colour had faded out too, it clearly wasn't all black as it had once been. Neither were his old, once-tight black jeans and his stretched out band t-shirt looked almost ridiculously oversized, as though it were draped over a skeleton. Even his scuffed black Converse looked different on him now. His hair was a ragged, greasy mess of black, tangled wire and framed his face like a dark line around a cartoon character, causing him to look even paler than he already was. Dark pink-purple patches were smudged beneath his eyes and cheekbones. A year ago he hadn't even had cheekbones; it was bizarre for Frank to look at.
"Is this all we came for?" He said hazily.
"I just wanted to go out," Frank shrugged. "Sick of being inside all the time, you know? We can get other stuff while we're here if there's something you want."
"Oh, there's only one thing I want." Gerard teased, smirking lazily at Frank, who proceeded to flick his forehead.
"Weed fucking makes you horny." He commented.
Gerard stuck out his tongue then nodded in the direction of a teenage girl with blonde hair wearing a pink Juicy Couture tracksuit at the end of the aisle. "She's staring at you." He giggled. Frank glanced over and felt his neck and cheeks get warm.
"Your fault," Frank pointed out, shoving Gerard roughly to make him move. "Come on, I want Doritos."
Gerard slouched along next to Frank, holding the crate of soda with both of his bony hands. "I don't, can we just go?"
"They're right here!" Frank whined, bounding over to a shelf layered with orange, red and blue bags and picked up one of each with a quiet rustling sound. "There," He said, tucking them under his arm. "Fine, we can go - at least then I can take this damn thing off." He pulled at the collar around his neck and glared jokingly at Gerard, who laughed his girly, high-pitched laugh.
"We don't need anything else?" He asked.
"Nope," Frank said, "C'mon, I'll pay for these."

~

Gerard dumped the box heavily on the desk in front of a thin, dark haired man who seemed to be in his mid-twenties and who frowned at him suspiciously. He wore an oversized The Kinks t-shirt, eyeliner and a white plastic name tag that read 'Ryan'. Frank tried to not to notice him staring so as not to get annoyed and dropped the bags of Doritos next to the box. God, he hated it when people stared at Gerard.
"This everything?" He said apathetically, still looking at Gerard, who looked at Frank desperately.
"Yeah." Frank said, moving Ryan's attention from Gerard to himself. He noticed Ryan's eyes skip down to the black leather around his neck, then to his face, then to Gerard, then back to his face. The boy raised an eyebrow slightly but didn't say anything. He proceeded to scan the items with small beeps, then put them into orange plastic bags.
"Eight dollars, ninety-seven cents." He said, looking at Frank through glazed and thoroughly bored brown eyes. Frank nodded and handed him a fistful of crumpled green notes. Ryan took it from him, pinged open the cash register then scooped out a handful of coins to give to him. "Nice, uh... Necklace, man." He said coldly.
"Thanks," Frank said sarcastically, "Your mom bought it for me." The childish comeback made the semi-stoned Gerard giggle wildly and Ryan scowl.
"Your change." Ryan spat, dropping the coins into Frank's hand. Frank smiled in an extremely exaggerated way and poured them into his pocket then picked up one of the plastic bags off the counter. Gerard picked up the other, smiling faux-sweetly at Ryan, then followed Frank out of the door, which closed with a click behind them.

~

"His fucking face, dude!" Gerard laughed as they walked home, the stars glimmering above them and the streetlights blazing out dim orange light. "Oh my God, you just fucking killed his dreams!"
Frank laughed and reached out to hold Gerard's hand. It felt cold and dry but he didn't mind. "Don't exaggerate, he had no dreams. College dropout!"
"Dreams of screwing you, maybe," Gerard said, nudging Frank with his elbow. "He was so fucking jealous, ha!"
"So he should be!" Frank declared with a smile. "I'm great at sex and you know it."
"Oh, God do I know it!" Gerard half-shouted. "Soon as we get back I'm gonna fuck your brains out."
Frank laughed. "Well, what if I wanted to fuck you?" Frank challenged, smirking at Gerard.
"Then that's some tough luck, homeskillet." Gerard kissed Franks cheek roughly and draped an arm heavily around his small shoulders, almost leaning on him.
"Homeskillet?" Frank giggled.
"Home-fucking-skillet."
"Well," Frank said, "What if I wanted to fuck myself on you?"
Gerard thought for a second, leaning his head against Frank's as they walked. Frank smelled weed and smiled slightly, no matter how much he hated himself for that. "Yeah, you can do that." He decided. "Or we can do it right here in the street."
"Uh," Frank held back a laugh and put his arm around Gerard's thin waist. "Seriously? No!"
"Course I'm not serious!" Gerard said through a laugh. "Gross, man, fuck!"
"Wasn't so gross when we fucked behind a club, now was it?" Frank purred into Gerard's ear.
"Oh, that was gross, but that's why it was so good."
"Man, that was good."
"I hardly even knew you then," Gerard said, "What was it, two weeks?"
"Yeah, I think it was!" Frank laughed and squeezed Gerard's waist, digging his fingers in a little. "God, two weeks and we'd already fucked twice."
"Maybe if you weren't such a massive slut..."
"I am so not a slut," Frank stopped walking and held Gerard still, putting the plastic bag on the damp, concrete floor so he could hold both sides of his waist. "I knew when we first met that I loved you, like I already told you."
"Mm," Gerard kissed Frank's forehead and held his neck softly with both hands. "You told me all the time."
"So did you," Frank smiled. "Every day. You've told me every day since."
Gerard nodded and smiled, his hair gliding over his forehead. "Of course I have." He stroked Frank's warm neck gently with his thumb and continued. "I do, I love you."
"I love you," Frank said, his big, round eyes flitting between Gerard's. "More than I've ever loved anything... More than I love myself or my family or anything." He leaned up on his toes and kissed Gerard's pale, torn lips delicately with his own soft, pink ones. It wasn't lusting or needy or rushed, it was slow and romantic and loving, something he felt they didn't do often enough. He pulled away and hugged Gerard tightly, pressing his head against his chest.
"Frank, I..." Gerard croaked, his arms wrapped around Frank's back as though he was afraid he'd disappear. He rested his cheek on his head and closed his eyes, feeling his soft hair brushing against his skin. He didn't finish the sentence, didn't know how. "Come on, you're freezing, let's go." He said upon feeling Frank start to shiver slightly, letting him go and picking up both their bags from the floor. He held Frank's waist with his free arm and pulled him close against his side as they started walking back to the house again.
"We're still gonna fuck when we get back," He reminded him. "I can only be slushy and romantic for so long."
Frank laughed. "Can't wait."