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Eight
Around nine o'clock, Gerard swung by to pick Frank up. It was already dark, and Frank still wasn't sure if it would just be the two of them. Frank was happy either way. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd gotten drunk, and tonight seemed like the perfect night. Well, not perfect, exactly, because it was a school night, but whatever. Once at the Way residence, Frank had to stop himself from running up the front steps, he was so excited. He and Gerard chatted breathlessly on their trek into the house. Inside, Bob, Ray and Mikey were waiting for them. They all appeared to be a bit buzzed already, and Gerard aimed a glare at Mikey, causing Frank to think Mikey had promised that they'd wait for them.
"Somebody pour the man a drink!" Mikey cried out, and Ray was quick to mix both Frank and Gerard drinks of whiskey and coke.
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Thirteen whiskey and cokes later, Gerard and Frank were the only men left standing. Mikey, Ray, and Bob had all passed out in various spots around the house. Fortunately for Frank (As far as he was concerned, anyway), the only remaining furniture for him to sleep on was a small sofa - in Gerard's room. Frank and Gerard were red-faced and giggling, pouncing on each other and generally making enough noise to wake the dead - however, the other boys remained fast asleep. "Sons'a bitches can't handle their alcohol." Gerard slurred, smiling wanly over at Frank. Frank nodded in stout agreement, sticking his finger inside of his drink to swirl it around in a way that he had decided was dignified.
"Let's go to my room." Gerard said giddily, poking Frank square in the chest and grinning up at him with hopeful eyes.
"Okay!" Frank replied, far too drunk to worry about whether or not he sounded overeager. Fuck it - he was overeager.
"Gimme a piggyback ride." Gerard tugged helplessly on Frank's sleeve, and Frank leaned down, allowing Gerard to clamber onto his back. After a minute or so of hair tugging and adjustments, they traipsed towards Gerard's room, laughing hysterically about nothing at all.
"Next stop, Gerard's bedroom!" Frank called out, and when they reached the room Frank stumbled over to the bed and dropped Gerard onto it. Gerard smiled from behind heavy-lidded eyes, rolling over and unsteadily patting the section of bed directly alongside himself.
Frank crawled onto the bed, lying down next to Gerard. His sluggish heart rate was suddenly going 100 miles a minute. Gerard laid down on his side, gazing over at Frank. Frank was determined not to make eye contact, for fear that Gerard would change his mind and make him leave.
"Frank." Gerard said, suddenly very serious.
On instinct, Frank looked over at him. Fuck. "Yes, Gerard?"
Gerard shrugged, all smiles once more, and scooted a bit nearer to Frank. Frank froze. Gerard's thin, pale hand, the hand Frank dreamed of holding, snaked over to rest itself on Frank's stomach. His pulse quickened even more. Frank looked down at Gerard's hand and then to his face once more. Gerard smiled, his eyes hardly open, and then scooted closer. His front was now pressed neatly against Frank's side, with their heads aligning neatly but still several inches apart, and Gerard's chest pressed to Frank's shoulder.
"Gerard, what are you doing..." Frank asked, biting his whiskey-swollen lip and locking eyes with Gerard.
Gerard slowly leaned over, grazing his nose against Frank's. Their lips brushed.
The tiny bit of contact was all it took to drive Frank over the edge. Without hesitation, Frank angled his head just so, and pressed his eager lips against Gerard's. He rolled onto his side, tangling one hand in Gerard's wild, black hair. It was soft and perfect, exactly how he had imagined.
Gerard kissed him back, sticking up his pouty lower lip to suckle on Frank's. Soon Frank felt Gerard's small, pink tongue outlining his lips, begging Frank for entry - Frank obliged him blissfully, gently massaging the other man's tongue with his own. They were all shudders and sighs, tangled up in each other's bodies, hearts racing. Frank gently bit Gerard's tongue and lapped hungrily at the inside of his mouth, their tastes mingling was heavenly. Gerard moaned loudly into Frank's mouth, his hands had found their way to the tent in Frank's pants, and though his fingers were currently pressing into Frank's hipbones (which caused Frank to convulse and moan uncontrollably), they were getting alarmingly close to something else entirely. Frank had been rock hard from the moment their lips touched, and he needed to know if Gerard was, too. He pressed himself closer to Gerard in hopes of finding out, angling their groins together. Sure enough, Gerard was hard as a rock, and from what Frank could tell, enormous. Frank pressed his hand up Gerard's shirt, shuddering with ecstasy as he finally touched the skin about which he had been fantasizing.
Suddenly, Gerard pulled away, looking Frank in the eyes. "We gotta.. stop.." He said, his voice sounded strangely childlike. Frank nodded, removing his hand from Gerard's shirt. His mind was too muddled for him to make any sense of what had happened, but Gerard insisted that they share his bed. Gerard tangled himself up in Frank, his face pressed against Frank's heartbeat. Frank laid there for awhile, finally deciding that he needed to go sleep on the sofa. Something told him Gerard wasn't prepared to wake up like this.
So, once he was quite sure that Gerard was completely asleep, he untangled himself from the other man (a momentously difficult task in more ways than one), placing a wistful kiss on his forehead before heading to the sofa on the other side of the room to sleep.
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Frank woke up to the smell of vomit. Gerard was sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. The sound of Frank's stirring caused Gerard to look over - he looked exhausted. It took a moment of gazing at each other for Frank to remember what happened, and he was filled with joy - but how to proceed?
"How are you feeling?" He asked Gerard tentatively. It was quite obvious that Gerard had been ill. Frank felt his pain - he had a headache from hell.
"Sunshine and daisies. Peachy keen. Blah blah blah." Gerard responded, laughing softly. "I completely blacked out. I hope I didn't do anything embarrassing?"
God. Dammit.
Frank must've had the expression of a stuck pig on his face. However, Gerard looked so earnest, embarrassed, and worried that Frank just couldn't bring himself to tell him. "No, of course you didn't. You were loads of fun." Frank said, smiling as genuinely as he could muster, but he imagined it still looked rather pained.
"oh, thank god. I was so worried. Usually when I black out I act like a total idiot, and, I don't know, I've never had a good black out story -" Frank couldn't listen to much more, "Yes, I understand! Nothing happened."
"Good. So, it's 2 PM."
Frank couldn't help but laugh. "Awesome! Snow day!"
It was, in fact, 60 degrees.
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Around nine o'clock, Gerard swung by to pick Frank up. It was already dark, and Frank still wasn't sure if it would just be the two of them. Frank was happy either way. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd gotten drunk, and tonight seemed like the perfect night. Well, not perfect, exactly, because it was a school night, but whatever. Once at the Way residence, Frank had to stop himself from running up the front steps, he was so excited. He and Gerard chatted breathlessly on their trek into the house. Inside, Bob, Ray and Mikey were waiting for them. They all appeared to be a bit buzzed already, and Gerard aimed a glare at Mikey, causing Frank to think Mikey had promised that they'd wait for them.
"Somebody pour the man a drink!" Mikey cried out, and Ray was quick to mix both Frank and Gerard drinks of whiskey and coke.
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Thirteen whiskey and cokes later, Gerard and Frank were the only men left standing. Mikey, Ray, and Bob had all passed out in various spots around the house. Fortunately for Frank (As far as he was concerned, anyway), the only remaining furniture for him to sleep on was a small sofa - in Gerard's room. Frank and Gerard were red-faced and giggling, pouncing on each other and generally making enough noise to wake the dead - however, the other boys remained fast asleep. "Sons'a bitches can't handle their alcohol." Gerard slurred, smiling wanly over at Frank. Frank nodded in stout agreement, sticking his finger inside of his drink to swirl it around in a way that he had decided was dignified.
"Let's go to my room." Gerard said giddily, poking Frank square in the chest and grinning up at him with hopeful eyes.
"Okay!" Frank replied, far too drunk to worry about whether or not he sounded overeager. Fuck it - he was overeager.
"Gimme a piggyback ride." Gerard tugged helplessly on Frank's sleeve, and Frank leaned down, allowing Gerard to clamber onto his back. After a minute or so of hair tugging and adjustments, they traipsed towards Gerard's room, laughing hysterically about nothing at all.
"Next stop, Gerard's bedroom!" Frank called out, and when they reached the room Frank stumbled over to the bed and dropped Gerard onto it. Gerard smiled from behind heavy-lidded eyes, rolling over and unsteadily patting the section of bed directly alongside himself.
Frank crawled onto the bed, lying down next to Gerard. His sluggish heart rate was suddenly going 100 miles a minute. Gerard laid down on his side, gazing over at Frank. Frank was determined not to make eye contact, for fear that Gerard would change his mind and make him leave.
"Frank." Gerard said, suddenly very serious.
On instinct, Frank looked over at him. Fuck. "Yes, Gerard?"
Gerard shrugged, all smiles once more, and scooted a bit nearer to Frank. Frank froze. Gerard's thin, pale hand, the hand Frank dreamed of holding, snaked over to rest itself on Frank's stomach. His pulse quickened even more. Frank looked down at Gerard's hand and then to his face once more. Gerard smiled, his eyes hardly open, and then scooted closer. His front was now pressed neatly against Frank's side, with their heads aligning neatly but still several inches apart, and Gerard's chest pressed to Frank's shoulder.
"Gerard, what are you doing..." Frank asked, biting his whiskey-swollen lip and locking eyes with Gerard.
Gerard slowly leaned over, grazing his nose against Frank's. Their lips brushed.
The tiny bit of contact was all it took to drive Frank over the edge. Without hesitation, Frank angled his head just so, and pressed his eager lips against Gerard's. He rolled onto his side, tangling one hand in Gerard's wild, black hair. It was soft and perfect, exactly how he had imagined.
Gerard kissed him back, sticking up his pouty lower lip to suckle on Frank's. Soon Frank felt Gerard's small, pink tongue outlining his lips, begging Frank for entry - Frank obliged him blissfully, gently massaging the other man's tongue with his own. They were all shudders and sighs, tangled up in each other's bodies, hearts racing. Frank gently bit Gerard's tongue and lapped hungrily at the inside of his mouth, their tastes mingling was heavenly. Gerard moaned loudly into Frank's mouth, his hands had found their way to the tent in Frank's pants, and though his fingers were currently pressing into Frank's hipbones (which caused Frank to convulse and moan uncontrollably), they were getting alarmingly close to something else entirely. Frank had been rock hard from the moment their lips touched, and he needed to know if Gerard was, too. He pressed himself closer to Gerard in hopes of finding out, angling their groins together. Sure enough, Gerard was hard as a rock, and from what Frank could tell, enormous. Frank pressed his hand up Gerard's shirt, shuddering with ecstasy as he finally touched the skin about which he had been fantasizing.
Suddenly, Gerard pulled away, looking Frank in the eyes. "We gotta.. stop.." He said, his voice sounded strangely childlike. Frank nodded, removing his hand from Gerard's shirt. His mind was too muddled for him to make any sense of what had happened, but Gerard insisted that they share his bed. Gerard tangled himself up in Frank, his face pressed against Frank's heartbeat. Frank laid there for awhile, finally deciding that he needed to go sleep on the sofa. Something told him Gerard wasn't prepared to wake up like this.
So, once he was quite sure that Gerard was completely asleep, he untangled himself from the other man (a momentously difficult task in more ways than one), placing a wistful kiss on his forehead before heading to the sofa on the other side of the room to sleep.
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Frank woke up to the smell of vomit. Gerard was sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. The sound of Frank's stirring caused Gerard to look over - he looked exhausted. It took a moment of gazing at each other for Frank to remember what happened, and he was filled with joy - but how to proceed?
"How are you feeling?" He asked Gerard tentatively. It was quite obvious that Gerard had been ill. Frank felt his pain - he had a headache from hell.
"Sunshine and daisies. Peachy keen. Blah blah blah." Gerard responded, laughing softly. "I completely blacked out. I hope I didn't do anything embarrassing?"
God. Dammit.
Frank must've had the expression of a stuck pig on his face. However, Gerard looked so earnest, embarrassed, and worried that Frank just couldn't bring himself to tell him. "No, of course you didn't. You were loads of fun." Frank said, smiling as genuinely as he could muster, but he imagined it still looked rather pained.
"oh, thank god. I was so worried. Usually when I black out I act like a total idiot, and, I don't know, I've never had a good black out story -" Frank couldn't listen to much more, "Yes, I understand! Nothing happened."
"Good. So, it's 2 PM."
Frank couldn't help but laugh. "Awesome! Snow day!"
It was, in fact, 60 degrees.
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