Cover To Cover [part 4]

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Cover To Cover

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Frank sets out again half an hour later, wearing his Frankenstein t-shirt, a pair of jeans that actually don’t have holes in them, and his fingerless skeleton gloves. His hands are shaking as he pulls them on.

He vaguely knows the courtyard and the fountain Coffee Addict mentioned; he’s pretty sure it belongs to a hotel or an apartment building. He speed-walks until he’s a block away and then stops to light a cigarette.

Gerard’s sad face won’t leave his mind. He turns around, like Gerard will be there, behind him. Waiting. But of course he’s not.

Frank sucks in the smoke and finishes his cigarette quickly, scraping it out on the brick wall beside him and then squashing it under his toe for good measure. Fuck, he hopes he doesn’t smell like an ashtray. He digs into his pockets, but he doesn’t have any gum or anything, just pocket lint.

He thinks, stupidly, Gerard wouldn’t care if I smelled like an ashtray.

Frank wipes his hands on his jeans and takes a deep breath, and then he walks the last block.

As he draws closer, he sees a figure sitting on the rim of the fountain, head bowed and hands clasped between his knees. He’s wearing a jean jacket and sinfully tight black pants, and his shoes are scuffed. His hair is actually brushed, for once, and Frank realizes it can only be—

“Gee?”

Gerard looks up.

Frank takes a few steps closer, but stops several feet away from Gerard, who stands up smoothly.

“Hi, Frankie.”

“You’re…?”

Gerard nods.

Frank can’t stop the rush of memories in his head; the things he told Gerard online and in person, the things Gerard told him… He meets Gerard’s gaze and smiles hesitantly.

“You didn’t stand me up at the coffee shop.”

“I didn’t.”

Frank takes an involuntary step forward. “You didn’t say anything. Why did you lie to me?”

Gerard opens his mouth to reply but Frank cuts him off.

“Never mind,” he says. “I was such a dick to you. I would’ve lied too.”

“I didn’t want to lie to you, Frank. It was so hard to—”

“Then why did you?”

Gerard takes a step forward, so they’re standing almost toe-to-toe. “I didn’t want to lose you,” he murmurs, reaching for Frank’s hands. “I’m in love with you, Frank.”

Frank draws in a shuddery breath. “Oh, god.”

“You’re not gonna cry, are you?” Gerard teases gently.

“Fuck you,” Frank replies. “Fuck you, Gee, fuck you for making me fall in love with you.”

“I can’t apologize for that.”

“You’re such a bastard,” Frank says, ignoring the fact that there are tears in his eyes. He hopes Gerard will ignore them too. “I fucking love you too.”

Gerard, the asshole, reaches up and swipes his thumb under Frank’s eye, brushing away the wetness there. He leaves his hand on Frank’s cheek.

“You fucking asshole,” Frank says. He grabs Gerard’s shoulder and leans in, and their lips crash together in that hard, desperate way that’s almost painful. Gerard’s hands cradle Frank’s head, tilting him to one side and then the other, holding him close and warm and perfect.

After an eternity of kissing in front of the fountain, Gerard puts a few inches of distance between them to whisper, “This is my building, Frankie. Would you come up with me?”

Frank’s too busy staring into Gerard’s eyes to formulate an answer, so Gerard continues, “I mean, just to talk, we need to—”

“Yes, Gee, yes, take me upstairs,” Frank interrupts quickly.

Gerard brushes his lips against Frank’s cheek, just under his eye, where his skin is still a little wet. Frank turns his head and leans up as Gerard’s pulling away, so their lips slide together again, just for a second.

After a moment, Frank blinks his eyes open again and finds Gerard smiling softly, waiting for him. He takes Gerard’s hand.

The entrance to the building is just on the other side of the fountain, and a doorman opens the large, glass door for them. They step inside and Frank stops short, staring around at the huge granite-floored lobby.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes. A pretty girl behind the front desk gives him a dirty look.

“Shut up,” Gerard mutters in his ear. He gives Frank a nudge towards the far wall. “Get in the elevator, motherfucker.”

The elevator’s an express to the penthouse, and Gerard has to use a key to even press the button. Frank has to restrain himself pretty forcefully from making fun of Gerard again. The elevator ride isn’t very long; Gerard keeps a hold of Frank’s hand and kisses him gently at the corner of his jaw. The butterflies in Frank’s stomach feel like they’re trying to fly up into his throat. He coughs.

Gerard lifts his head to smile at him.

Frank kind of has to reach up and touch Gerard’s lips, then. Gerard kisses his fingertips.

“Come on, Frank,” he whispers, tugging Frank’s other hand.

Frank looks around and sees that the elevator doors have opened. He follows Gerard out into the foyer, and then into the apartment.

“Wow,” Frank says. “I think my whole place could fit into your living room.”

“It’s not that much bigger,” Gerard mumbles.

“I’m kidding. It’s cool.” He squeezes Gerard’s hand.

“Um,” Gerard begins nervously, “we should probably talk about this—”

“No.”

“What, no?”

“No, Gee, I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t know how to talk about it yet, okay? I just want you to kiss me again, because that’s one thing I know how I feel about.”

He pulls Gerard around so they’re standing toe-to-toe again, the tips of his sneakers against the scuff marks of Gerard’s boots. He looks down and nudges Gerard’s foot with his own.

“Frank, we really need to talk—”

Frank looks up; Gerard falls silent. “Later? Please?”

Frank’s not sure if Gerard is aware of it, but they’re both leaning in, balancing their weight on their toes, about to fall into each other. “Okay,” Gerard breathes. “Later.”

Frank lets himself tilt just that little bit more and Gerard catches him with his arms tight around Frank’s waist. Frank laces his fingers through Gerard’s hair and pulls Gerard in until their lips meet. He can feel every fingertip Gerard presses into the small of his back; he pushes back into Gerard’s grip, and suddenly, Gerard’s hand moves and slips beneath the hem of Frank’s t-shirt, his warm palm finally sliding against Frank’s bare skin.

Gerard brings his hands all the way up to Frank’s shoulderblades but doesn’t make any move to actually take Frank’s shirt off. Frank lifts his arms and yanks the thing over his head himself.

“Oh,” Gerard says in surprise. He lays one of his hands flat against Frank’s chest. “I’ve thought about your tattoos since the moment I met you. I didn’t know you had so many.”

“I’ll show you the rest if you show me your bedroom,” Frank replies softly.

Gerard leads Frank to the bedroom. It’s bigger than Frank’s own, of course, and it has an amazing view of the city, but Frank doesn’t let himself get distracted. He kicks off his shoes and socks, shucks his jeans and his briefs in one go, and climbs up to kneel on the bed, facing Gerard.

Gerard hasn’t moved, not even to take off his shirt. His arms hang at his sides, both hands curled into tight fists.

“You just gonna stand there, Gee?” Frank asks.

Jogged out of his trance, Gerard scrambles to get his shoes, jacket, and shirt off all at once. He clambers up on the bed after Frank, still in his ridiculously tight pants.

“Gee, I just,” Frank murmurs, his hands flying to Gerard’s waistband. He’s not sure what he intended with that sentence, so he tries again. “Gerard…”

“Yeah,” Gerard answers, and his voice sounds like Frank’s: soft and a little disbelieving. “Frankie, I’ve wanted this—”

“So much,” Frank finishes. “I want you so much, Gee.”

Frank finally manages to get Gerard’s button undone and the zipper pulled down, and Gerard helps him work the pants down to his knees, but that’s as far as Frank’s focus lasts. He pushes Gerard down on the bed and bends over him, one hand palming Gerard’s cock eagerly through his underwear and the other resting gently on Gerard’s stomach.

“God,” Gerard gasps, “get ‘em off, please, Frankie, touch me.”

Frank slides the tips of his fingers beneath the elastic and slowly draws it down over Gerard’s dick and all the way to Gerard’s knees, to keep his pants company. Finally, Gerard’s naked. Frank sits back on his heels for a moment to take in the sight.

Gerard’s skin is so unlike his own, so pale and perfectly unblemished. Frank almost feels dirty in comparison, with tattoos and scars all over his body. He reaches out with one hand and gently smoothes it over Gerard’s thigh, sliding up to his hip.

“You’re so perfect,” Frank whispers, ignoring the embarrassed shake of Gerard’s head.

He bends over Gerard and kisses the curve of his stomach, holding Gerard still with the hand on his hip. Gerard lifts one hand and rests it on Frank’s shoulder. He doesn’t try to nudge Frank in the direction of his cock or anything, but Gerard’s thighs are tense with the effort of staying still. Frank grins up at him and ducks his head lower, kissing the base of Gerard’s cock and then taking him into his mouth.

Gerard sounds utterly surprised when he says, “Oh, fuck, Frank!” which Frank finds a little hilarious, because seriously, what else did Gerard think he was going to do down there? Frank watches Gerard’s face for a moment, then gives up and closes his eyes, losing himself in the feel of Gerard’s cock on his tongue.

Gerard’s hands slide up to Frank’s hair and he kind of scratches at Frank’s scalp a little, like he’s petting him. Frank’s eyes flicker open for a second and he looks up as much as he can without pulling off. Gerard’s head is thrown back and he’s panting, gasping out wordless noises. Frank shifts over and straddles one of Gerard’s legs to get a better angle, and moves his hand to wrap around the base of Gerard’s dick.

When Frank slides his tongue over that spot just below the head of Gerard’s cock, two things happen in quick succession. Gerard shouts and his fingers twist and tangle in Frank’s hair, which Frank really doesn’t mind. Gerard’s knee also jerks up, catching Frank right in the soft place on his stomach, just beneath his ribs.

Frank pulls off, gasping for breath. “Jesus Christ, Gee.”

“Oh, fuck, Frank, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Gerard says quickly, pushing himself upright to run his hands all over Frank’s torso, searching for the wound.

“It’s fine, just, y’know, ow.”

“I’m sorry! Fuck. I’m really sorry,” Gerard continues. His roaming fingers are almost tickling Frank now, and he fights not to laugh. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry!”

“Of course you didn’t mean to, asshole,” Frank laughs, batting Gerard’s hands away. They just come back, though, and this time Frank thinks it’s because Gerard just doesn’t want to stop touching him. He grins. “It’s fine,” he says, leaning in to kiss Gerard’s worried frown.

Gerard’s hands still when Frank deepens the kiss. Frank grasps Gerard’s forearms and gently pushes him backwards until they’re horizontal again. Gerard whispers, “Sorry,” when they part for air, and Frank shakes his head.

“Shut up,” he whispers back. “I want you to fuck me.”

Gerard finally falls silent. He turns his head and nods toward the nightstand. “Top drawer.”

Frank leans over and pulls open the drawer. A box of condoms, a tube of lubricant, a handful of pens, and what looks like a small journal are scattered inside, and Frank makes a mental note to look around more later. He feels like he knows Gerard so well, but there’s still a lot he doesn’t know. Frank grabs a condom and the lube and pushes them into Gerard’s waiting hands.

He stops paying attention to what Gerard’s doing and bends down to kiss him again, one hand holding himself up and the other sliding through Gerard’s hair. Gerard returns the favor, tangling both hands in Frank’s hair again, and Frank moans into his mouth.

Gerard starts to turn them over and Frank follows his lead, falling backwards to the bed that’s—not there. He lets out a surprised cry and falls on his ass. He blinks open his eyes and sees Gerard hanging over the edge of the bed, looking so shocked and embarrassed and sorry, and Frank has to put a stop to that before it even starts. He cracks up.

“Fucking hell,” he says through the giggles, “what is it going to take to get your dick in my ass?”

Gerard opens his mouth, probably to start apologizing again.

“Shut up,” Frank cuts him off. He reaches up and Gerard takes his hand so Frank can pull himself to his feet. He stands beside the bed for a moment, feeling the laughter die down in his chest, and carefully slides into bed next to Gerard.

“Let’s try that again,” he says quietly, and Gerard nods, finally smiling again.

Gerard slides a hand between their bodies, gently caressing Frank’s side and hip and thigh, and Frank hooks one ankle over Gerard’s calf, pulling them closer together. They roll over again, this time more carefully, and Frank spreads his legs so Gerard can rest between them. Everywhere Gerard touches him feels hot and tense; Frank’s nearly vibrating with it, now that things are actually about to happen.

Frank’s attention divides between the hot press of Gerard’s cock against his thigh and Gerard’s tentative, wet fingers sliding around his asshole. Frank rocks his hips, spreads his legs a little more, and Gerard pushes two fingers in at once, making Frank gasp and cling to Gerard’s shoulders.

“Fuck,” Gerard breathes, “Frankie, you look so good like this.”

“More, come on, Gee, more,” Frank replies in a strained voice. Gerard thrusts his fingers in and out a few more times before adding a third, and Frank yanks Gerard down for a bruising kiss.

After a moment, Gerard pulls his fingers out and Frank has a brief flash of no, wait! and also yes, finally! He shifts on the bed a little as Gerard sits up, relaxing against the soft comforter, and waits for Gerard to figure out the condom. He has an adorable expression of concentration as he looks down between them, clumps of black hair hanging in his face and his tongue poking out between his teeth, and Frank laughs, just a little bit. It’s not even enough to distract Gerard from his task.

Frank keeps his hands on Gerard’s skin, just gently stroking his upper arms and his side, and Gerard finally gets the condom on and his cock positioned at Frank’s entrance. Frank licks his lips and catches Gerard’s eye the second before he pushes in.

“I love you,” Gerard whispers. Frank feels his lips stretch into a smile that he can’t contain.

Gerard leans down and covers Frank’s body with his own once he picks up a rhythm, framing Frank’s head with his forearms and capturing his lips in a thorough kiss. Frank’s cock slides slickly against Gerard’s stomach, and everywhere their bodies touch feels just a little bit too hot and sweaty. Frank wraps his arms around Gerard’s neck and breaks away from the kiss, panting for air.

He turns his head to the side and Gerard’s mouth moves to Frank’s throat, sucking at his pulse-point. Frank clings to him, arching up to meet Gerard’s thrusts, and lets out a soft cry when Gerard’s cock brushes over his prostate.

Gerard chuckles breathlessly and aims to hit that spot again. He ducks down and nips around the jut of Frank’s collarbone; Frank drops one hand to the bed to wrap his hand in the sheet and clench it tightly.

“Oh, fuck, Gee,” he manages, and that’s all the warning Frank gives before he whites out and comes from only the friction of Gerard’s body. He’s not sure what kinds of things escape his mouth, but eventually he clamps down on vocalizing and focuses on breathing.

“God, you’re amazing,” he hears Gerard murmur, and then Gerard props himself up a little to get better leverage. Frank lets his other arm fall to the pillow and stretches languidly, arching his back and pushing his ass against Gerard. He’s feeling pretty blissed out, and Gerard looks like he’s about two seconds away from orgasm himself.

“Come on, Gee, fuck me,” Frank says. He can’t help the satisfied smile on his face, but it makes Gerard grin.

Gerard sits upright completely, nudging Frank’s legs a little wider with both hands. His palms then fall to Frank’s hips, holding him steady as he resumes thrusting at the same pace as before. It doesn’t take him long to speed up, change the angle, and Frank wraps his legs around Gerard’s back and hooks his ankles, pulling Gerard further into him with each thrust.

It’s hard to focus but he keeps his eyes open to watch Gerard’s face as he comes. Frank can feel the hot pulses of Gerard’s cock in his ass and he moans in tandem with Gerard. Gerard’s eyes are closed and he’s panting heavily, and Frank can’t look away.

Gerard stays upright until he catches his breath, pulls out of Frank, and grabs the box of tissues from the nightstand. Frank takes care of cleaning them both up and even gets out of bed to get rid of the condom and tissues. When he turns back around, Gerard’s sprawled across the whole bed, eyes at half-mast. He flaps his hand, inviting Frank back in.

“Maybe get under the covers this time?” Frank asks, grinning when Gerard makes a big production of rearranging the blankets over his body. Frank slides in beside him and Gerard immediately curls up and pulls Frank in close. It’s warm and so comfortable, and Frank gives in to sleep.

***

Gerard doesn’t know how long he’s been sleeping, but it doesn’t feel like long enough. Frank isn’t right there when he opens his eyes, though. Gerard rolls onto his back, blinking blearily, and finally sees Frank’s silhouette at the foot of the bed. He’s dragged the sheet down there with him, and it’s draped over his lap and one arm, like it fell off his shoulder.

“Frank?”

Frank looks startled for a second, obviously oblivious to Gerard waking up.

“Okay?” Gerard asks hesitantly, pushing himself up on his elbows. Now that he’s more conscious, he sees that Frank’s expression isn’t exactly pleased. When Frank doesn’t answer, Gerard sits up all the way, leaning forward a bit to get closer to Frank.

“Frank, are you okay?” he asks again.

“Just thinking,” Frank replies suddenly. Gerard doesn’t know how to respond. After a pause, Frank continues. “I hated you so much…”

Gerard’s heart leaps into his throat.

“I can’t figure out if I was overreacting or not,” Frank finishes. “I want to say that I was, but… God, I was so angry.”

“You were angry?” Gerard prompts carefully.

“That’s the thing,” Frank answers. “I don’t know if I got over it. But I don’t know how much of that was real, anyway.”

“If you felt it, then it was real,” Gerard says in a soft voice. He desperately doesn’t want to upset Frank now, not when they’re so close to really being together, but he can’t lie. “I don’t know if you were overreacting, because it didn’t happen to me.”

“I wanted it to be you,” Frank murmurs. “I wanted it to be you so bad, even with how much I hated you. I wanted you, since the moment you walked into my shop. What the hell does that say about me?”

“That you know what you want?” Gerard tries.

Frank stays quiet for a moment. Gerard watches the steady rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathes deeply.

“I think I was overreacting,” Frank finally says. “I think it was partly just me denying that I wanted you when I shouldn’t. I couldn’t want you, but I did anyway, and…”

“And that pissed you off.”

“Yeah. Oh god, Gee, I’m so sorry. I was awful to you.”

Gerard shakes his head. “Don’t apologize to me, Frank. I feel so bad for what I did—”

“It wasn’t personal. It wasn’t, I know that. It’s business. I shouldn’t have gotten so defensive. I should’ve just…”

“You should’ve just what, Frank, rolled over and let me steamroll you? No. No, you shouldn’t have. You fought for yourself, and it was amazing. It doesn’t matter that you didn’t win, you went down fighting.”

“I guess.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about your shop. I know it meant a lot to you, your family.”

Frank shrugs, looking defeated. “I just gotta find something else to do with my life.”

Gerard reaches out and puts his hand gently on Frank’s shoulder. “You’ll figure it out,” he says confidently. “I know you won’t accept help, but… I’m here. I want to be here for you.”

“I love you, Gerard. I hated hating you. I can’t do it anymore.”

Gerard pulls Frank into a tight embrace. “I love you, too.”

***

Frank spends a lot of time—a lot of nights—with Gerard over the next couple of weeks, but he keeps going home afterwards. Jepha’s pretty much completely moved out, and Frank suspects he took a few of Frank’s t-shirts with him, so Frank has the place to himself. He logs onto his computer sparingly; now that he knows Coffee Addict is Gerard, they don’t need to email to talk to each other. It’s better, really, talking to Gerard in person. Frank even goes back to some of their early correspondences and reads them with Gerard’s voice and fluttering hands in mind.

Overall, Frank thinks he’s pretty happy. He doesn’t have a job, but he’s not desperate for one yet. He has a boyfriend he loves and who loves him. He still has a generous supplier for his book habit, and Jepha left a huge stack of CDs for him in the living room.

Frank grabs his jacket and the two hardcover books on loan from the store and heads out the door. He follows the same path he always took to work, and he lets himself enjoy the fresh air and the liveliness of the city. He doesn’t go down the street to see the shop’s empty, dark windows and instead turns toward the large entrance to Way Books & Café.

He stays on the first floor, taking the books into the café and ordering a large mug of coffee. After several minutes, Mikey Way sits down across from him.

“Hey, Frank,” he says cautiously.

“Hey, Mikey,” Frank echoes. “I’m supposed to meet Gerard, is he around?”

“He’s meeting with Brian.”

“Cool. I guess I’ll wait here.”

Mikey nods. He doesn’t ask if Frank minds the company, he just orders his own coffee and settles in with his phone held up in front of his face. The silence is oddly companionable. Frank’s lips quirk up into a small smile and he flips open the book.

Eventually Mikey stands up and jerks his thumb towards the grand staircase. “He’s on his way,” Mikey says, and turns to leave.

“Hey, Mikey,” Frank calls after him. Mikey looks back over his shoulder expectantly. “Tell Alicia hi for me.”

Gerard appears behind Frank in time to see Mikey’s almost imperceptible smile. Mikey leaves without a word and Gerard sits down in his vacated chair.

“What was that about?”

“Bonding.”

Gerard rolls his eyes, but Frank can tell he’s pleased.

“Do you have to work the rest of today?”

“Yeah,” Gerard replies apologetically. “Sorry, I hope you weren’t waiting long. I think I can get away early, maybe. We could do dinner tonight. I can’t really stay long now, though.”

Frank shrugs it off. “Sure, whatever works. I might stop in and see Ray and Bob while I’m here.”

Gerard takes a sip of Frank’s coffee and stands up, kissing the top of Frank’s head. “Brian told me he and Bob are thinking of getting an apartment together, closer to here.”

Frank cranes his neck to meet Gerard’s eyes. “Wow, really? Already?”

“I know, right?” Gerard laughs. “Must be something in the air. You should talk to Bob, see what’s up. I gotta go, Frankie.”

“Okay, I will. I’ll see you tonight.”

Gerard dashes off again. Frank can’t concentrate on his book anymore, and he needs to give back the other one anyway. He pays for the coffee and meanders through the bookshelves, heading towards the classics section.

Ray’s talking to a customer, but he gives Frank a cheerful wave as he passes. Bob pops out to greet him a moment later.

“Frank!”

“Hey, I came to return this,” Frank says, holding out the book. Bob takes it and scans the title, then motions for Frank to follow him as he puts it back on the shelf. “I heard you and Brian are shopping for an apartment,” Frank adds, under his breath.

Bob stops short and Frank nearly runs into him. “We’re thinking about it,” he replies slowly. “Why?”

“Moving fast, aren’t you?”

“We never really stopped being together,” Bob mutters. “We just weren’t together for a few years. We’re just picking up where we left off.”

“I guess I should congratulate you, then.”

“Yeah, I think so. What about you and Gerard Way?”

Frank shrugs. “Things are good.”

“Good?”

“I’m kind of in love with him.” It’s not the first time Frank’s said so in public, but it still feels like something new and exciting.

Bob gives him a rare, soft smile. “What can you do, right?”

***

Gerard comes home one afternoon to find Frank on the living room floor, surrounded by CD cases, the stereo blasting. He drops his coat over the back of a chair and sits down on the floor just outside the circle of CDs.

“What’cha doing?”

“Just listening.” Frank grabs the remote and turns the volume down by about half. “Jepha left me a bunch of albums I’ve never heard of, wanted to check them out.”

“What are the piles?”

“Total crap, boring but decent, guilty pleasure, pretty awesome, and favorites,” Frank says, pointing them out. The favorites pile is the biggest, which makes Gerard smile.

Frank picks up the remote again and pauses the music. The sudden quiet is almost deafening until Frank speaks. “Did I ever tell you I started a band in high school?”

Gerard tries to think back through all the email conversations, where Frank was most open with him, but he can’t remember anything about a band. He’s pretty sure he would’ve remembered. He shakes his head.

“I think I figured out what I want to do,” Frank says quietly. “When I was a kid, before I started working at the shop all the time, I wanted to be in a band. That was my dream.”

“I like that dream,” Gerard replies softly. He’s not certain what Frank wants to hear, if he’s fishing for anything at all. Sometimes Frank just likes to think out loud, and it takes Gerard a while to recognize that for what it is.

“I brought my guitar over,” Frank continues.

“I didn’t know you had one.”

“I haven’t played it in… years, I don’t know.”

“But you want to now?” Gerard prompts. He breaks into a smile when Frank nods. “I’m really glad,” he admits. “I just wanted you to find something you wanted to do.”

Frank lifts his chin. “I did.”

“Plus, you know, I’ve always thought guitarists were pretty sexy…”

Frank bursts into laughter. “Of course you do.”

“I’m just saying, should you ever play your guitar for me, I might be forced to suck your dick.”

“Oh, really?”

“It’s been known to happen.”

Frank giggles. “Wait a second. Whose dick have you been sucking?”

“No one!” Gerard cries, and Frank laughs again. Gerard tackles him and they fall backwards to the floor. Frank is still laughing when Gerard pins him. “Yours,” Gerard corrects.

Frank hooks his ankle over Gerard’s calf and rubs tantalizingly up to Gerard’s thigh. “I put my guitar in your bedroom.”


fin.

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