This was always a special day in My Chemical Romance. Not only did it mean playing dress up (and what grown man didn't like doing that, seriously?) but it was Frank Iero's birthday. Which, of course meant much epicness all around.
It was Halloween again, which meant the five of them drinking to their heart's content, sharing several pies of pizza with all their favorite toppings, and indulging in a sinful chocolate cake (with gummy bears on top, of course). Several shots of tequila down, all the pizza devoured, and Frank was draped across Gerard's lap quite pleasantly.
"So what do you want for your birthday?" Gerard slurred rather gracefully, his hand brushing up and down Frank's arm. "You know the drill, you get anything you want tonight."
Frank always asked for the same thing every year. Gerard had come to expect this by now, but he still asked for it, in case somehow his answer changed in the course of 365 days.
"A kiss," Frank replied, his eyes searching Gerard's as they always did. To see if there was any hope of him getting this present outside of his birthday.
But even if it didn't happen after the thirty-first ended, Frank always had the taste, the feel of Gerard's lips in his mind to hold him over. He knew one kiss a year was enough to get him by.
"Happy birthday, Frank," Gerard would reply after the kiss was over. And Frank would thank him, imagining himself telling him those three words. But he could never bring himself to say them, because he knew they wouldn't be returned.
One day, Frank vowed. One day, all of this would change. He just had to hold out hope.
It was Halloween again, which meant the five of them drinking to their heart's content, sharing several pies of pizza with all their favorite toppings, and indulging in a sinful chocolate cake (with gummy bears on top, of course). Several shots of tequila down, all the pizza devoured, and Frank was draped across Gerard's lap quite pleasantly.
"So what do you want for your birthday?" Gerard slurred rather gracefully, his hand brushing up and down Frank's arm. "You know the drill, you get anything you want tonight."
Frank always asked for the same thing every year. Gerard had come to expect this by now, but he still asked for it, in case somehow his answer changed in the course of 365 days.
"A kiss," Frank replied, his eyes searching Gerard's as they always did. To see if there was any hope of him getting this present outside of his birthday.
But even if it didn't happen after the thirty-first ended, Frank always had the taste, the feel of Gerard's lips in his mind to hold him over. He knew one kiss a year was enough to get him by.
"Happy birthday, Frank," Gerard would reply after the kiss was over. And Frank would thank him, imagining himself telling him those three words. But he could never bring himself to say them, because he knew they wouldn't be returned.
One day, Frank vowed. One day, all of this would change. He just had to hold out hope.
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