Frank leaned into his arm, and waited for the interviewer to ask his next question. He was tired, ready to go to bed, so he was thankful for the Coca-cola that sat beside him.

“… so, tell me about this …Frerard.”

Franks eyes widened a little, and he felt his stomach drop. Was Gee going to rat out their relationship? Oh, god. He was not ready for that!

Gerard looked at the smaller man sitting to his left.

“Frankie’s my little bitch,” he responded with a sinister smile.

Frank’s jaw dropped and laughter penetrated the moment. He bent over, and his gut hurt, he had no idea why that was so funny.

Gerard continued. “Nah, it’s a lot of stage stuff. It keeps the fangirls happy, and, hell… it’s a lot of fun, too.”

Frank leaned over and took a sip on his coke, crossing his legs, finally at ease. He raised his eyebrows as a showing to agreement.

The male interviewer looked very uncomfortable, leading them into an awkward silence.

“Okay, guys, that’s all we have time for. Thanks for your time,” The director of some TV show that they had barely heard of interrupted the mindless chatter that was going between Mikey and Ray.

“Thank you,” Frank said. it’s about time…

Mikey stood up. “Well, time to hit the sack. See you in the morning.”

“Agreed.” Bob followed Mikey and Ray out of the room, also engaging in the argument they were having about whether Mario or Luigi could jump higher in Super Mario Brothers.

Gerard and Frank hung behind.

Frank looked over at the amazing man sitting next to him, intrigued by Gerard’s chest rising as he took a last drag on his cigarette. He pulled his hood of his black hooded sweatshirt down, exposing his ears, trying to peek out from his hair. He could smell the essence of coffee and smoke coming from Gee’s clothes. It relaxed Frank. It was so familiar, so… sexy.

Gee licked his lips and looked over at Frank. Their eyes locked and Frank’s heart was pounded in his chest. His eyes scanned Gee’s body, as if trying to memorize every feature; the way his black hair framed his face, the curves of his lips, anything. As long as it was on Gerard, it was beautiful.

Gerard, stood up, and held out his hand for Frank. He accepted, and they silently walked back to the hotel room.





Frank flipped through the channels on the Television while lying on the bed. There was only bed; Gerard slept on it and Frank usually on the couch. Familiar music hit his ears, as Green Day’s Wake me up When September Ends video played on Fuse. Gee sat down on the end of the bed, also noticing the song. He just sat there. Frank scooted up to him, and rested his head on Gerard’s shoulder, watching the young lovers on the screen with curiosity.

The ends on Gerard’s lips curved slightly upward, and stood up, pulling Frank with him.

“What are you doing?”

He shrugged, “Nothing...”

As Frank opened his mouth to respond, Gerard put his hands on the sides of Frank’s face, pulling it to his. His hands lowered onto his hips, pulling the guitarist to him. Franks heart fluttered as he wrapped his arms around Gee’s neck. He felt Gerard’s mouth open against his own. He welcomed the offer, letting their tongues meet, moving them into something far more passionate.

Frank pulled back, looking straight into Gee’s eyes.

“… Can this be more than for the Fangirls?”

Gerard smiled, and found Frank’s hands. Giving them a good squeeze, he whispered,  
“It always has been.”

Frank grinned, those sweet words filling him up. He stood up on his toes to meet his lover in a kiss.

“It’s all for love.”

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