Hospital au part 6b-The end
TITLE: I never told you what I do for a living.
CHAPTER: Part six b. LAST PART.
PAIRING: Frank/Gerard
RATING:Individually rated. NC-17
SUMMARY: Frank Iero, male nurse at Pete Wentz's private hospital and possibly more to one new patient he can't keep his eyes off of.
DISCLAIMER: Not real, never happened.
WARNING: standard Implied rape warning.
A/N: Beta'd by behindskylines
part one
part two
part three
part four
part five
part six a
They'd been walking for about twenty minutes by the time they'd arrived. It wasn't until they'd stepped inside, that Gerard realized the diner was probably halfway between their homes. It wasn't huge, but like Frank had said, it was pretty cozy. There was a wall lined with little booths on one side, and the middle held small tables in front of the counter.
It was obviously a place where a lot of couples came, that much was clear from the amount of hand-holding that was going on. There was a free booth in the corner though, and as Gerard sat down, Frank sat opposite him and picked up one of two laminated menus, handing it to him. "Have a look and see if there's anything you'd like. I've heard the fish is nice... I don't eat it, of course, but someone said it was good."
Gerard thumbed over the menu in concentration, but did look up when the waitress came over, asking what they wanted to drink while they waited. "I'll have a water, please," he said politely.
"Same, thanks," Frank said, turning to Gerard after she walked away, "I'm glad you didn't say coffee. They're food is awesome, but the coffee? Not so good. See anything you'd like?" Gerard smirked and rubbed the toe of his sneaker over Frank's calf. "Any food, from the menu?"
Gerard giggled, "Party-pooper. Huh, they have vegan pizza? If it's any good, do you wanna share?"
"Yeah, sure. It's just non-dairy cheese and tomato, with some veggies an' stuff." Frank tipped his head in the waitress' direction, and she came over to take their order. "Um, could you add some cheesy nachos to that?"
"Sure thing. You want non-dairy cheese on those, too?"
Frank nodded and the waitress went off with their order. "I love nachos," Gerard smiled, stretching his arms over the table to hold hands with Frank. "Come sit over my side," he looked to the empty spot next to himself, and Frank got up, nudging Gerard closer to the wall as he sat down.
Once settled, Frank saw Gerard playing with his fingers in his lap, and when he looked up at Frank with a cute lop-sided smile, he couldn't help but notice how much brighter Gerard's eyes seemed, shiny and happy. He couldn't keep it in when he said, "you're fucking beautiful, Gerard." Gerard blushed, and laughed. "What?"
"Nothing. It's just, we've never really been on a date, y'know? And this is nice. I'm kinda nervous. I feel like a seventeen year old waiting to get groped by her boyfriend in the back of his car."
They both laughed then, and Frank took one of Gerard's hands, kissing the back of it and rubbing their thumbs together. "Except neither of us are seventeen, you're not a girl, I don't have a car, and I've groped you plenty already," Frank grinned.
"It's still nice though," Gerard said, leaning forward with one hand on Frank's hip and the other sliding up to his shoulder. Frank leant in too, far enough for them to kiss lightly, and he ran a hand through Gerard's hair, cradling his head as their kiss deepened slowly. They stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing softly; Gerard moved his body closer to Frank until the hand on his hip could sit comfortably in the small of Frank's back, and until someone tapped Frank on his shoulder, coughing loudly.
He pulled away slowly, mumbling against Gerard's parted lips, "I think our-Mikey?" he said when he'd turned to look.
Sure enough, Mikey was stood there, hands on his hips. "What are you doing here?" Gerard asked in surprise.
"That girl? I brought her here... I didn't know you knew this place."
"Frank brought us. We're having vegan pizza," Gerard said enthusiastically.
"Well, yeah. Great. But if you see us when you're leaving or whatever, please pretend you don't know me, I didn't really wanna introduce people, we're just talking and stuff. She's super sweet."
Gerard was just about to answer when a dark haired girl appeared by Mikey's side. "Hey, I thought you'd skipped out on me before we even ordered."
Mikey's face turned bright red, and Frank tried to suppress a laugh at how not-stealthy Mikey was. "No, of course not. I just, uh. This is my brother, Gerard, and um, his boyfriend, Frank. Guys, this is Alicia."
"Nice to meet you," she said, reaching out to shake hands with them both. "Do you guys wanna join us?"
Mikey was making 'no!' eyes at Gerard, and he was about to try and say something to get out of it for Mikey's sanity, when the waitress came back over with their pizza and nachos. "Maybe another time," Gerard offered, "we'll be done way before you guys anyway. Have a nice evening."
Mikey steered Alicia away quickly, sitting as far away as he was able to, and Gerard laughed as he started pulling apart the pizza to get a slice. "It's so cute. She was pretty, don't you think?"
"Yeah, they suit each other," Frank agreed, ripping a cheese covered nacho from their plate and holding it out for Gerard. "Try that, and tell me it's not heavenly."
Taking a bite, Gerard's eyes widened, and some cheese dripped down his chin. "That's so good!" he said, wiping his chin with a napkin. "You were definitely right."
The pair carried on eating, feeding each other pizza and nachos, stealing kisses between bites, until Gerard decided he couldn't eat anymore. "I'm officially stuffed," he said, sitting back and resting his hands on his stomach as Frank continued to eat. "I don't know where you put all that," he laughed.
"Me neither. My grandpa always said I must have hollow legs or something." Frank took a few more bites of pizza before giving up and taking a glance at where Mikey was sitting. "Shit, I think your brother grew some balls!"
Gerard craned his head around to see, gasping, "I think we should leave, that's not something I should never have to see." Mikey was sitting back in his seat, a lap and face full of Alicia.
"You think he's okay?" Frank asked when he saw Alicia's hand reach up to grab Mikey's hair.
"Well... I. Uh, yeah. I think he's fine," he said, voice light and slightly surprised.
"Okay, I'm gonna go and pay. You wanna wait here or meet me outside?"
"I'll be outside. If you can borrow some bleach for my eyes, I'll be all set."
Frank sniggered and kissed Gerard quickly before getting up to pay. He watched him walk outside and light a cigarette, leaning up against the window. "Hey, Frank. You guys leaving?"
He turned to see Mikey standing there as he handed some money over the counter. "Yeah, you having a good time?" he winked.
"Fuck, dude, the chick's crazy," Mikey blushed. "I like her."
"Awesome. Oh, uh, did she go to the bathroom?" Mikey nodded. "I think she just came out, better grab her before someone else does," he joked. "See you later. And I'd cover that up if I were you," he looked down, and Mikey's blush only grew as he started to walk back.
Frank made his way outside, taking a cigarette offered to him as they started to walk back to Frank's. "Was he alright-when you talked to him?" Gerard enquired after a minute or so.
"Are you kidding? He has a massive boner for that girl," Frank laughed.
Gerard narrowed his eyes. "Saying 'massive boner' and mentioning my brother in the same sentence is not cool, Frank. Just disturbing."
Frank thought for a few moments, slipping an arm behind Gerard and into his back pocket. "How about... I have a massive boner for you?" he questioned, grabbing his crotch with his cigarette-holding hand.
"Not disturbing, but a big fat lie. Now look who's being a tease."
"Give me your hand; I'll make it the truth-"
"Frank!" Gerard swatted his hand away, laughing and taking Frank's hand from his pocket to pull him along faster. "Hurry up and I'll give you the boner of your life."
When they finally reached Frank's house, they both collapsed against the door, panting heavily. "Can you maybe remember next time, that I hate," Frank pointed his finger at Gerard for emphasis, "running? God."
Gerard hunted Frank's pockets for the house key as he pant-laugh-giggled, opening it and letting them both in. "Maybe some things are worth running for..." Gerard mused, pulling Frank to the couch, not that he needed much persuasion. "Wait here," he kissed the top of Frank's head, and ran off upstairs. Where the hell he got the energy from, Frank wasn't sure. Probably the fact he practically fucking lived on coffee or something. But Frank was pretty fine with just laying on the couch for a bit while Gerard went around doing whatever he was doing. It was a pretty comfortable couch, and if he angled his head just right on the arm, it was very, very relaxing.
Maybe a little too relaxing, because the next thing Frank knew, Gerard was sitting in front of him, smiling sweetly whilst poking at his ribs. "Shit," Frank rubbed his eyes, "I fell asleep?"
"You dozed, it wasn't long." Frank sat up straight, stretching out his back before Gerard stood up and held his hands out for Frank to hold. It was only then, oddly, that Frank realized Gerard was only wearing boxers. "Come on, you're coming upstairs with me," he said with a wink, and Frank followed close behind, barely stopping himself from squeezing Gerard's ass all the way up the stairs as he wiggled at while he walked. Frank was sure it was more exaggerated than Gerard's normal walk.
Instead of turning towards the bedroom though, Gerard opened the bathroom door. "I hope that's for both of us," Frank said, any traces of sleep immediately disappearing as his eyes took in the large bath Gerard had run.
"Absolutely," Gerard replied, and started helping Frank remove his clothes.
Naked Frank, plus almost naked Gerard, plus a nice warm bath-with bubbles-meant Frank didn't feel one shred of embarrassment at being half-hard already, as he climbed into the tub. "You getting in or what?" he motioned to Gerard, laying back as far as he could until his knees poked out of the water and it crept up to his neck.
Gerard rolled his eyes. "You gonna make room then? I don't wanna step on you."
While Frank sat up Gerard took off his shorts, and Frank was pleasantly surprised to realize he wasn't the only one looking forward to the bath, or what might happen in it. Gerard seemed oblivious though, stepping in carefully and drawing his knees up to fit. He sat sideways, as he was at the tap end, and rested a hand on one of Frank's wet knees. "It's so nice to just relax," he said with a content sigh, turning his head to Frank with a warm smile that reached his eyes.
"Mmm, it is." Frank slid his legs under the arch of Gerard's and leant against the side of the tub lazily, holding Gerard's hand under the water. "I love you," he said suddenly, not sure why but unable to fight the urge.
Gerard smiled widely and closed his eyes, "love you more."
"What? More? How can you love me more?"
"I don't know," Gerard laughed at Frank, "just felt like saying it."
"Well that's not fair, how do you know? Maybe I love you more," Frank said indignantly, flicking up a few bubbles with the back of his hand. And if a few floated gently down onto Gerard's cheek, well, maybe it was an accident, and maybe it wasn't.
"It's not a competition, Frank," he replied, wiping the suds from his face and flinging some at Frank. "It was just a statement," he shrugged.
The bubbles missed Frank completely, but that absolutely wasn't the point. He threw some back, and when they didn't get too far, grabbed a handful and rubbed them over Gerard's chin, laughing. "You have a bubble beard!"
"Hey!" he complained, shaking his head to throw them off. It just made them dribble down a bit, like a long pointy beard, and Frank laughed more, adding to it gently so as not to knock it off. "Seriously, Frank, you're playing with bubbles," Gerard reminded him, and when Frank only laughed at that too, he scooped up some bubbles-and possibly some water-and launched them at Frank, who was too busy giggling and holding his stomach to notice.
He noticed when it hit him though, and suddenly, it wasn't so funny, which actually was funny for Gerard. Or, hilarious, to be more precise. "Oh, Frank, your fucking face, I wish you'd seen it when the water hit you-"
"I felt it," was all Frank bothered saying before readying his hands to do the same to Gerard. "It is so on," he said, splashing him, not even bothering with bubbles, just water.
That was precisely when the water fight started, and the two traded attacks until their hair was wet too, and Gerard ended up shielding himself with his hands because Frank had pretty good aim. He didn't let up though, and in the end Gerard jumped him, holding Frank by his shoulders and leaning over him to make him stop. "Enough," he said, even though he was trying to hold in a smile, and when Frank tickled his sides Gerard's grip on Frank's shoulders slipped, and he took a nose-dive into Frank's face.
"Ow, jeez, you okay?" Frank asked, "I didn't think you'd let go of me."
Gerard laughed into his cheek and lifted his head a little. "My face kinda hurts," he said quietly, pressing his wet mouth to Frank's and adjusting his legs to sit awkwardly either side of Frank's waist.
Frank welcomed the contact with his hands resting on Gerard's hips, but it was evident to him that it was an uncomfortable position from the way Gerard winced slightly each time he moved even a fraction, as his knees were pressing awkwardly into the sides of the tub. He could see the tip of Gerard's cock sitting above the water line, could feel it heavy on his stomach, but tried to ignore it in favor of taking a sponge from his conveniently placed little shelf, lathering it with body wash, and spreading it over Gerard's back as he nestled forward into Frank's neck.
Gerard sighed happily a couple of times before Frank finished, laying kisses along Frank's shoulder and just pressing his lips to the wet skin. When Frank urged Gerard to sit up, he did so without complaint, and Frank smoothed the sponge over Gerard's shoulder, over his neck and down his chest in slow circles. "You really like taking care of people, huh?"
"I like taking care of you," Frank smiled, paying attention to where his hand was moving across Gerard's slippery skin, rather than getting excited about the fact that Gerard was ever so slightly rocking against him. Not that he could help getting excited about it anyway; they were naked and wet, there was no way Frank wasn't getting hard over that.
"Let me do you now," Gerard said, all mouth off to the right, and bottom lip slightly curled. Frank would've said Gerard could 'do' him anytime, but he was already taking the sponge and swiping it over Frank's sides and across his chest, paying particular attention to his collar bone. When he leant forward, swapping hands and moving on to Frank's back, Frank closed his eyes and tried to relax.
At the same time as the sponge washed over his lower back, Frank felt Gerard's other hand trail down his chest and disappear under the water. He kept his eyes closed in anticipation, only opening them when Gerard's palm closed around his dick and started stroking him excruciatingly slowly. "Gee... I, mmm."
Gerard shifted slightly, dropping the sponge to the water and curling his hand around Frank's neck, lifting his head to whisper in his ear. "Boner of your life," he said, barely audible above Frank's gasp as Gerard pressed their erections together and held them both in his one hand. He didn't continue with his strokes for long enough for Frank to get too into it, though Frank pretty much felt he was hanging on the cusp of something amazing from the second Gerard touched him. "Bath time's over," Gerard winked, his face barely far enough away from Frank's for him to see it with his eyes half shut.
And then he was up. Up and getting out of the tub. Frank had a fleeting worry that that was it, that he was going to be left hanging, but Gerard held out a towel for him and told him to hurry up and get out before he pruned. He took the towel, and the hand that was offered to help him out, Gerard attaching himself to Frank immediately to get wrapped up with him. He wasn't really helping with the drying process though, just rubbing himself up against Frank, kissing his neck, running his hands all over his body. Frank laughed a little and pressed his lips to Gerard's ear. "This isn't getting us very dry, you know."
"That's okay," Gerard practically purred, taking the towel back and dropping it on the floor, "I want you a little slippery." Frank's eyebrows raised and Gerard took his hand, leading him off to the bedroom. "Get on the bed," Gerard instructed with a sly grin, letting go of Frank's hand.
Frank got on, lying on his back with his hands cushioning his head, knees slightly bent to leave his feet flat. The air was cool against his skin but he wasn't cold, rather warm instead as he dried off against the sheets. "Like this?" he asked, biting his lower lip and rather enjoying being so exposed. Definitely enjoying Gerard walking around his room buck-naked and seemingly going through his drawers to look for something. There was something about the way he was bent over the drawers, completely comfortable with his state of undress that turned Frank on so bad it almost hurt.
"Uh," Gerard looked over his shoulder quickly, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear, "that'll do," he smiled, bringing a small bottle with him and spreading Frank's legs enough to sit on his heels between them. Frank didn’t ask what he was doing, too busy watching Gerard open the bottle and pour some of the clear liquid onto one of his palms, rubbing them together and covering every millimeter of his fingers and hands.
Frank did furrow his eyebrows though in wonder. It definitely didn't smell like any lube he'd ever seen, which was what he was expecting it to be.
Then Gerard placed both hands on Frank's chest and started moving them around in small circles, over the rounds of his shoulders and down to his sides, his hips. A massage, Frank realized finally, letting his eyes close to concentrate on just feeling what Gerard was doing.
The hands went down his thighs, wrapping underneath each one and kneading the muscles firmly before sliding back up over Frank's stomach. For a moment he was sure he felt Gerard's breath on his dick, but then it was gone, and he didn't dare look to see if he was right. It just felt so good, so relaxing. "Nice?" Gerard asked hopefully, and then Frank realized the puff of air he felt was against his dick, because he could feel each spurt of warm air from Gerard's lips ghosting over him.
"Yeah," Frank opened his eyes a crack to stare down, and Gerard moved his hands up further, straightening Frank's arms up above him as he massaged his skin all the way to Frank's wrists and locked their fingers together. He was leaning over Frank, lowering his hips down to grind against him lightly.
Frank lifted his head to catch Gerard's lips, "what was that for?" he mumbled.
"Just wanted to," Gerard replied, fully laying on him and propping himself up on his elbows by Frank's head. "Wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel," he smiled, and Frank shifted his hips and ran his hands down Gerard's sides, over his back until they were both engulfed in the scent of whatever oil Gerard had been using on him.
"What is that stuff? It's all," he sniffed, burying his nose in Gerard's neck, "creamy?"
"Cocoa butter oil. Relaxing and dreamy. Or, that's what it says on the bottle anyway."
"The bottle's right," Frank nodded, and the conversation kind of died there. The atmosphere wasn't awkward, but Frank wasn't sure exactly what to say next, or what to do.
Gerard obviously picked up on it. "Something wrong?" he tilted his head to the side.
"No, not wrong, just. It's weird... I kind of," Frank rolled onto his side, knocking Gerard off to lie next to him. "We've done... this, y'know, but it's like at the diner-when you were nervous because we'd never really been on a proper date-"
"Oh, so," Gerard pursed his lips, "do you not want to?"
Frank brought Gerard's hand down to his cock, let him feel how much he wanted to. "Hey, I want to," he said reassuringly, "it's just like its new, because we've had to really think about it and worry and be so careful... It's not nerves exactly, more like anticipation."
Gerard's top lip curled slyly, and he took Frank's erection fully in his hand, thumbing over the skin and pulsing veins, using his tongue to part Frank's lips and make him go weak, like putty in his hands.
Frank got his arm out from underneath himself, and used both his hands to hold Gerard's head, dragging him further into the kiss while he rocked his hips back and forth. Gerard broke the kiss briefly to ask, "how do you wanna-"
Frank cut him off immediately, "I want you inside me when I come."
"Yeah? Yeah, yes," Gerard swapped hands on Frank's dick and reached over behind himself to the drawer, "lemme just get... this," he strained to say, bringing over with him the lube Frank had kept by the bed ever since their first time together.
Kissing for a while longer, Frank brought Gerard back on top of himself, spreading his legs either side of him and finding the lube. He held it up over Gerard's back so that he could use both hands to open it, and after getting a load in one hand, found Gerard's palm and smeared it across it. Gerard stared at it a second and lifted his lower half to fit his hand down between them. He hummed into the marker-applied 'Gerard' that Frank kept re-applying over his heart as he slipped two fingers inside him, working them around immediately and locking eyes with Frank. There was no question in his eyes but Frank nodded slowly anyway, arching a little against Gerard's fingers.
As Gerard worked a third finger in, Frank's hands rounded over his ass, squeezing in appreciation and encouragement."Yeah, Gerard, more. Please, more," he breathed, brushing his lips over Gerard's ear and biting the lobe gently between his teeth. Gerard pressed his forehead into the pillow as he re-arranged his legs and lifted Frank's to a more suitable position.
"You ready," he asked teasingly, already moving his erection against Frank's hole before waiting for an answer.
"More than you know," Frank replied eagerly, immediately feeling the light burn of Gerard pushing in, filling him slowly. He bit his lip, guiding Gerard's head away from the pillow in order to look at him properly, savor the moment. Gerard smiled, open-mouthed and gorgeous, dragging his fingers along Frank's thighs and peppering kisses across his jaw, murmuring into his skin.
When he was in all the way, deep and tightly encased, he started moving his hips slowly back and forth in shallow jerks. Frank could feel everything; the burn fading and giving way to the perfect stretch, the perfect glide of Gerard inside of him, every ridge, every vein. Nothing was more perfect than that moment of them moving together, slight sweat forming on both of them as the cool air of the room chilled them just enough to really need the body heat, crave it. Gerard moved one hand underneath Frank's lower back, keeping him close and holding himself up with the other one up by Frank's shoulder as he increased the length of his thrusts, until he was pulling out an almost dangerous amount just to slam back in. Frank got a tight grip on Gerard's arm and waist, pulling him harder and harder and still asking for more. Faster, harder, deeper, whatever he could get.
Gerard licked a long strip along Frank's throat, feeling the way the muscles moved under his tongue and lips. It spurred him on further, and Frank couldn't keep himself from panting rather than breathing, digging his nails into the soft flesh of Gerard's arm, putting more pressure on his hips. He wanted to touch himself, his cock wedged between them and getting just enough friction to almost satisfy but not enough to really get him off. He was going to ask, ask Gerard to do it because he wanted everything he felt to be because of Gerard, and if he didn't do it soon Frank felt like maybe he'd die or just explode-and not in a good way.
Gerard seemingly read his mind though. "Just feel it, Frank. Really feel it. Concentrate for me," he said firmly, like he had some kind of master plan Frank really wanted in on. So Frank kept his hands steady on Gerard's body, let him take over, gave him all the trust he deserved even though his dick was protesting otherwise. If body parts could talk, he was sure his wouldn't be very kind to him right then. Gradually Gerard changed his position slightly, went from kind of kneeling, to having one foot planted flat on the bed. It was a definite change of angle that Frank noticed right away. Every sway of Gerard's hips had his cock stroking expertly over Frank's prostate, and pretty quickly his whole body tingled into a constant buzzing state of pleasure so intense he might have asked for a breather, had he been able to find the words. He was just about able to mutter Gerard's name, eyes rolling lazily around his head as Gerard took hold of his cock and started pumping him. The only indication that was even happening came from Frank peeling his eyes open and managing to focus for long enough to see him do it. He couldn't really feel it exactly, it was just another beautiful feeling blurring in with the rest.
The next thing Frank felt was the tight build up in the pit of his stomach, quick and sudden, and just as suddenly Gerard's mouth was all over his, kissing and licking at him as he came, with a sensation so completely overwhelming and a sound so ridiculous that in any other situation, with any other person, would have been totally and completely embarrassing. He was still trying to get his breath back as Gerard gasped into his still open mouth and slid their cheeks together, hips twitching out of sync and winding down to a slow finish. He collapsed onto Frank for a second, running a hand along his arm and patting his shoulder, before pulling out gently and relaxing beside him on his back, hand over his own chest as if to make sure his heart was still working.
Eventually Frank began to chuckle, as his head stopped buzzing and he started breathing instead of hacking out every bit of air from his lungs. He turned on his side, cum drizzling down his stomach and towards the bed. "What the fuck was that?" he asked, well aware of the blush creeping over his cheeks at what he deemed such a stupid question.
Gerard picked up a conveniently placed cloth from underneath his pillow--he'd obviously planned for the evening while Frank had slept--and caught the cum before it touched the sheets. "I just read this thing, about prostate orgasms," he shrugged, "wasn't sure it'd work, to be honest... I guess it did though."
"Fuck yeah it worked. I thought I was gonna hyperventilate or something for minute." Frank stared at the ceiling, fumbling for Gerard's hand between them, holding it tight and threading their fingers together. "Fucking amazing though."
Gerard smiled a goofy sort of smile, swinging a leg over to tangle his ankle with Frank's. "Y'know, in a fucked up way I'm kinda glad that what happened to me, well, happened. We'd have never met otherwise."
Frank shook his head, "No, we would've met some other way, some other time. I just know it. I'd still give anything for you not to have gone through that."
"I know," Gerard said sadly, slipping his fingers free of Frank's and sliding his arm around Frank's middle, rubbing his thumb over his hip.
"Hey, cheer up," Frank said, breaking the sudden silence, "I wanted to ask you something." Gerard looked up at him through his eyelashes, a crooked smile forming on his lips, and Frank was never surer of what he wanted to say in the whole three weeks it had been on his mind. "Move in with me?"
Gerard's smile quickly turned into a full on, face-cracking grin. "You're serious?" Frank nodded, biting his lip in lieu of the answer. "Of course I will. I don't know if you noticed, but I'd kind of been leaving random shit here for ages." Frank raised his eyebrows, trying to remember all the things he'd seen around in recent times that weren't his own. "In fact, I reckon most of the stuff I use on a daily basis is here already."
Frank remembered the socks, random art pencils, the crushed charcoal on the kitchen floor, the t-shirts, sneakers, and multitude of other things that didn't belong to him which he'd come across since Gerard had started staying over regularly. "You're a sly fox, Gerard. I had no idea, I can't believe I didn't realize."
Gerard made a show of shrugging like it was nothing, smirking, "I've got serious ninja skills," and pulled himself closer to Frank as he prepared for the sleep that was burning at his eyes, laughing quietly, "you're so oblivious, I love it. And I love you."
"I love you, too," Frank said sincerely, and with the happiest sigh of his life as he wrapped himself around Gerard for the last time on what felt like the first night of the rest of their lives.
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CHAPTER: Part six b. LAST PART.
PAIRING: Frank/Gerard
RATING:Individually rated. NC-17
SUMMARY: Frank Iero, male nurse at Pete Wentz's private hospital and possibly more to one new patient he can't keep his eyes off of.
DISCLAIMER: Not real, never happened.
WARNING: standard Implied rape warning.
A/N: Beta'd by behindskylines
part one
part two
part three
part four
part five
part six a
They'd been walking for about twenty minutes by the time they'd arrived. It wasn't until they'd stepped inside, that Gerard realized the diner was probably halfway between their homes. It wasn't huge, but like Frank had said, it was pretty cozy. There was a wall lined with little booths on one side, and the middle held small tables in front of the counter.
It was obviously a place where a lot of couples came, that much was clear from the amount of hand-holding that was going on. There was a free booth in the corner though, and as Gerard sat down, Frank sat opposite him and picked up one of two laminated menus, handing it to him. "Have a look and see if there's anything you'd like. I've heard the fish is nice... I don't eat it, of course, but someone said it was good."
Gerard thumbed over the menu in concentration, but did look up when the waitress came over, asking what they wanted to drink while they waited. "I'll have a water, please," he said politely.
"Same, thanks," Frank said, turning to Gerard after she walked away, "I'm glad you didn't say coffee. They're food is awesome, but the coffee? Not so good. See anything you'd like?" Gerard smirked and rubbed the toe of his sneaker over Frank's calf. "Any food, from the menu?"
Gerard giggled, "Party-pooper. Huh, they have vegan pizza? If it's any good, do you wanna share?"
"Yeah, sure. It's just non-dairy cheese and tomato, with some veggies an' stuff." Frank tipped his head in the waitress' direction, and she came over to take their order. "Um, could you add some cheesy nachos to that?"
"Sure thing. You want non-dairy cheese on those, too?"
Frank nodded and the waitress went off with their order. "I love nachos," Gerard smiled, stretching his arms over the table to hold hands with Frank. "Come sit over my side," he looked to the empty spot next to himself, and Frank got up, nudging Gerard closer to the wall as he sat down.
Once settled, Frank saw Gerard playing with his fingers in his lap, and when he looked up at Frank with a cute lop-sided smile, he couldn't help but notice how much brighter Gerard's eyes seemed, shiny and happy. He couldn't keep it in when he said, "you're fucking beautiful, Gerard." Gerard blushed, and laughed. "What?"
"Nothing. It's just, we've never really been on a date, y'know? And this is nice. I'm kinda nervous. I feel like a seventeen year old waiting to get groped by her boyfriend in the back of his car."
They both laughed then, and Frank took one of Gerard's hands, kissing the back of it and rubbing their thumbs together. "Except neither of us are seventeen, you're not a girl, I don't have a car, and I've groped you plenty already," Frank grinned.
"It's still nice though," Gerard said, leaning forward with one hand on Frank's hip and the other sliding up to his shoulder. Frank leant in too, far enough for them to kiss lightly, and he ran a hand through Gerard's hair, cradling his head as their kiss deepened slowly. They stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing softly; Gerard moved his body closer to Frank until the hand on his hip could sit comfortably in the small of Frank's back, and until someone tapped Frank on his shoulder, coughing loudly.
He pulled away slowly, mumbling against Gerard's parted lips, "I think our-Mikey?" he said when he'd turned to look.
Sure enough, Mikey was stood there, hands on his hips. "What are you doing here?" Gerard asked in surprise.
"That girl? I brought her here... I didn't know you knew this place."
"Frank brought us. We're having vegan pizza," Gerard said enthusiastically.
"Well, yeah. Great. But if you see us when you're leaving or whatever, please pretend you don't know me, I didn't really wanna introduce people, we're just talking and stuff. She's super sweet."
Gerard was just about to answer when a dark haired girl appeared by Mikey's side. "Hey, I thought you'd skipped out on me before we even ordered."
Mikey's face turned bright red, and Frank tried to suppress a laugh at how not-stealthy Mikey was. "No, of course not. I just, uh. This is my brother, Gerard, and um, his boyfriend, Frank. Guys, this is Alicia."
"Nice to meet you," she said, reaching out to shake hands with them both. "Do you guys wanna join us?"
Mikey was making 'no!' eyes at Gerard, and he was about to try and say something to get out of it for Mikey's sanity, when the waitress came back over with their pizza and nachos. "Maybe another time," Gerard offered, "we'll be done way before you guys anyway. Have a nice evening."
Mikey steered Alicia away quickly, sitting as far away as he was able to, and Gerard laughed as he started pulling apart the pizza to get a slice. "It's so cute. She was pretty, don't you think?"
"Yeah, they suit each other," Frank agreed, ripping a cheese covered nacho from their plate and holding it out for Gerard. "Try that, and tell me it's not heavenly."
Taking a bite, Gerard's eyes widened, and some cheese dripped down his chin. "That's so good!" he said, wiping his chin with a napkin. "You were definitely right."
The pair carried on eating, feeding each other pizza and nachos, stealing kisses between bites, until Gerard decided he couldn't eat anymore. "I'm officially stuffed," he said, sitting back and resting his hands on his stomach as Frank continued to eat. "I don't know where you put all that," he laughed.
"Me neither. My grandpa always said I must have hollow legs or something." Frank took a few more bites of pizza before giving up and taking a glance at where Mikey was sitting. "Shit, I think your brother grew some balls!"
Gerard craned his head around to see, gasping, "I think we should leave, that's not something I should never have to see." Mikey was sitting back in his seat, a lap and face full of Alicia.
"You think he's okay?" Frank asked when he saw Alicia's hand reach up to grab Mikey's hair.
"Well... I. Uh, yeah. I think he's fine," he said, voice light and slightly surprised.
"Okay, I'm gonna go and pay. You wanna wait here or meet me outside?"
"I'll be outside. If you can borrow some bleach for my eyes, I'll be all set."
Frank sniggered and kissed Gerard quickly before getting up to pay. He watched him walk outside and light a cigarette, leaning up against the window. "Hey, Frank. You guys leaving?"
He turned to see Mikey standing there as he handed some money over the counter. "Yeah, you having a good time?" he winked.
"Fuck, dude, the chick's crazy," Mikey blushed. "I like her."
"Awesome. Oh, uh, did she go to the bathroom?" Mikey nodded. "I think she just came out, better grab her before someone else does," he joked. "See you later. And I'd cover that up if I were you," he looked down, and Mikey's blush only grew as he started to walk back.
Frank made his way outside, taking a cigarette offered to him as they started to walk back to Frank's. "Was he alright-when you talked to him?" Gerard enquired after a minute or so.
"Are you kidding? He has a massive boner for that girl," Frank laughed.
Gerard narrowed his eyes. "Saying 'massive boner' and mentioning my brother in the same sentence is not cool, Frank. Just disturbing."
Frank thought for a few moments, slipping an arm behind Gerard and into his back pocket. "How about... I have a massive boner for you?" he questioned, grabbing his crotch with his cigarette-holding hand.
"Not disturbing, but a big fat lie. Now look who's being a tease."
"Give me your hand; I'll make it the truth-"
"Frank!" Gerard swatted his hand away, laughing and taking Frank's hand from his pocket to pull him along faster. "Hurry up and I'll give you the boner of your life."
When they finally reached Frank's house, they both collapsed against the door, panting heavily. "Can you maybe remember next time, that I hate," Frank pointed his finger at Gerard for emphasis, "running? God."
Gerard hunted Frank's pockets for the house key as he pant-laugh-giggled, opening it and letting them both in. "Maybe some things are worth running for..." Gerard mused, pulling Frank to the couch, not that he needed much persuasion. "Wait here," he kissed the top of Frank's head, and ran off upstairs. Where the hell he got the energy from, Frank wasn't sure. Probably the fact he practically fucking lived on coffee or something. But Frank was pretty fine with just laying on the couch for a bit while Gerard went around doing whatever he was doing. It was a pretty comfortable couch, and if he angled his head just right on the arm, it was very, very relaxing.
Maybe a little too relaxing, because the next thing Frank knew, Gerard was sitting in front of him, smiling sweetly whilst poking at his ribs. "Shit," Frank rubbed his eyes, "I fell asleep?"
"You dozed, it wasn't long." Frank sat up straight, stretching out his back before Gerard stood up and held his hands out for Frank to hold. It was only then, oddly, that Frank realized Gerard was only wearing boxers. "Come on, you're coming upstairs with me," he said with a wink, and Frank followed close behind, barely stopping himself from squeezing Gerard's ass all the way up the stairs as he wiggled at while he walked. Frank was sure it was more exaggerated than Gerard's normal walk.
Instead of turning towards the bedroom though, Gerard opened the bathroom door. "I hope that's for both of us," Frank said, any traces of sleep immediately disappearing as his eyes took in the large bath Gerard had run.
"Absolutely," Gerard replied, and started helping Frank remove his clothes.
Naked Frank, plus almost naked Gerard, plus a nice warm bath-with bubbles-meant Frank didn't feel one shred of embarrassment at being half-hard already, as he climbed into the tub. "You getting in or what?" he motioned to Gerard, laying back as far as he could until his knees poked out of the water and it crept up to his neck.
Gerard rolled his eyes. "You gonna make room then? I don't wanna step on you."
While Frank sat up Gerard took off his shorts, and Frank was pleasantly surprised to realize he wasn't the only one looking forward to the bath, or what might happen in it. Gerard seemed oblivious though, stepping in carefully and drawing his knees up to fit. He sat sideways, as he was at the tap end, and rested a hand on one of Frank's wet knees. "It's so nice to just relax," he said with a content sigh, turning his head to Frank with a warm smile that reached his eyes.
"Mmm, it is." Frank slid his legs under the arch of Gerard's and leant against the side of the tub lazily, holding Gerard's hand under the water. "I love you," he said suddenly, not sure why but unable to fight the urge.
Gerard smiled widely and closed his eyes, "love you more."
"What? More? How can you love me more?"
"I don't know," Gerard laughed at Frank, "just felt like saying it."
"Well that's not fair, how do you know? Maybe I love you more," Frank said indignantly, flicking up a few bubbles with the back of his hand. And if a few floated gently down onto Gerard's cheek, well, maybe it was an accident, and maybe it wasn't.
"It's not a competition, Frank," he replied, wiping the suds from his face and flinging some at Frank. "It was just a statement," he shrugged.
The bubbles missed Frank completely, but that absolutely wasn't the point. He threw some back, and when they didn't get too far, grabbed a handful and rubbed them over Gerard's chin, laughing. "You have a bubble beard!"
"Hey!" he complained, shaking his head to throw them off. It just made them dribble down a bit, like a long pointy beard, and Frank laughed more, adding to it gently so as not to knock it off. "Seriously, Frank, you're playing with bubbles," Gerard reminded him, and when Frank only laughed at that too, he scooped up some bubbles-and possibly some water-and launched them at Frank, who was too busy giggling and holding his stomach to notice.
He noticed when it hit him though, and suddenly, it wasn't so funny, which actually was funny for Gerard. Or, hilarious, to be more precise. "Oh, Frank, your fucking face, I wish you'd seen it when the water hit you-"
"I felt it," was all Frank bothered saying before readying his hands to do the same to Gerard. "It is so on," he said, splashing him, not even bothering with bubbles, just water.
That was precisely when the water fight started, and the two traded attacks until their hair was wet too, and Gerard ended up shielding himself with his hands because Frank had pretty good aim. He didn't let up though, and in the end Gerard jumped him, holding Frank by his shoulders and leaning over him to make him stop. "Enough," he said, even though he was trying to hold in a smile, and when Frank tickled his sides Gerard's grip on Frank's shoulders slipped, and he took a nose-dive into Frank's face.
"Ow, jeez, you okay?" Frank asked, "I didn't think you'd let go of me."
Gerard laughed into his cheek and lifted his head a little. "My face kinda hurts," he said quietly, pressing his wet mouth to Frank's and adjusting his legs to sit awkwardly either side of Frank's waist.
Frank welcomed the contact with his hands resting on Gerard's hips, but it was evident to him that it was an uncomfortable position from the way Gerard winced slightly each time he moved even a fraction, as his knees were pressing awkwardly into the sides of the tub. He could see the tip of Gerard's cock sitting above the water line, could feel it heavy on his stomach, but tried to ignore it in favor of taking a sponge from his conveniently placed little shelf, lathering it with body wash, and spreading it over Gerard's back as he nestled forward into Frank's neck.
Gerard sighed happily a couple of times before Frank finished, laying kisses along Frank's shoulder and just pressing his lips to the wet skin. When Frank urged Gerard to sit up, he did so without complaint, and Frank smoothed the sponge over Gerard's shoulder, over his neck and down his chest in slow circles. "You really like taking care of people, huh?"
"I like taking care of you," Frank smiled, paying attention to where his hand was moving across Gerard's slippery skin, rather than getting excited about the fact that Gerard was ever so slightly rocking against him. Not that he could help getting excited about it anyway; they were naked and wet, there was no way Frank wasn't getting hard over that.
"Let me do you now," Gerard said, all mouth off to the right, and bottom lip slightly curled. Frank would've said Gerard could 'do' him anytime, but he was already taking the sponge and swiping it over Frank's sides and across his chest, paying particular attention to his collar bone. When he leant forward, swapping hands and moving on to Frank's back, Frank closed his eyes and tried to relax.
At the same time as the sponge washed over his lower back, Frank felt Gerard's other hand trail down his chest and disappear under the water. He kept his eyes closed in anticipation, only opening them when Gerard's palm closed around his dick and started stroking him excruciatingly slowly. "Gee... I, mmm."
Gerard shifted slightly, dropping the sponge to the water and curling his hand around Frank's neck, lifting his head to whisper in his ear. "Boner of your life," he said, barely audible above Frank's gasp as Gerard pressed their erections together and held them both in his one hand. He didn't continue with his strokes for long enough for Frank to get too into it, though Frank pretty much felt he was hanging on the cusp of something amazing from the second Gerard touched him. "Bath time's over," Gerard winked, his face barely far enough away from Frank's for him to see it with his eyes half shut.
And then he was up. Up and getting out of the tub. Frank had a fleeting worry that that was it, that he was going to be left hanging, but Gerard held out a towel for him and told him to hurry up and get out before he pruned. He took the towel, and the hand that was offered to help him out, Gerard attaching himself to Frank immediately to get wrapped up with him. He wasn't really helping with the drying process though, just rubbing himself up against Frank, kissing his neck, running his hands all over his body. Frank laughed a little and pressed his lips to Gerard's ear. "This isn't getting us very dry, you know."
"That's okay," Gerard practically purred, taking the towel back and dropping it on the floor, "I want you a little slippery." Frank's eyebrows raised and Gerard took his hand, leading him off to the bedroom. "Get on the bed," Gerard instructed with a sly grin, letting go of Frank's hand.
Frank got on, lying on his back with his hands cushioning his head, knees slightly bent to leave his feet flat. The air was cool against his skin but he wasn't cold, rather warm instead as he dried off against the sheets. "Like this?" he asked, biting his lower lip and rather enjoying being so exposed. Definitely enjoying Gerard walking around his room buck-naked and seemingly going through his drawers to look for something. There was something about the way he was bent over the drawers, completely comfortable with his state of undress that turned Frank on so bad it almost hurt.
"Uh," Gerard looked over his shoulder quickly, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear, "that'll do," he smiled, bringing a small bottle with him and spreading Frank's legs enough to sit on his heels between them. Frank didn’t ask what he was doing, too busy watching Gerard open the bottle and pour some of the clear liquid onto one of his palms, rubbing them together and covering every millimeter of his fingers and hands.
Frank did furrow his eyebrows though in wonder. It definitely didn't smell like any lube he'd ever seen, which was what he was expecting it to be.
Then Gerard placed both hands on Frank's chest and started moving them around in small circles, over the rounds of his shoulders and down to his sides, his hips. A massage, Frank realized finally, letting his eyes close to concentrate on just feeling what Gerard was doing.
The hands went down his thighs, wrapping underneath each one and kneading the muscles firmly before sliding back up over Frank's stomach. For a moment he was sure he felt Gerard's breath on his dick, but then it was gone, and he didn't dare look to see if he was right. It just felt so good, so relaxing. "Nice?" Gerard asked hopefully, and then Frank realized the puff of air he felt was against his dick, because he could feel each spurt of warm air from Gerard's lips ghosting over him.
"Yeah," Frank opened his eyes a crack to stare down, and Gerard moved his hands up further, straightening Frank's arms up above him as he massaged his skin all the way to Frank's wrists and locked their fingers together. He was leaning over Frank, lowering his hips down to grind against him lightly.
Frank lifted his head to catch Gerard's lips, "what was that for?" he mumbled.
"Just wanted to," Gerard replied, fully laying on him and propping himself up on his elbows by Frank's head. "Wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel," he smiled, and Frank shifted his hips and ran his hands down Gerard's sides, over his back until they were both engulfed in the scent of whatever oil Gerard had been using on him.
"What is that stuff? It's all," he sniffed, burying his nose in Gerard's neck, "creamy?"
"Cocoa butter oil. Relaxing and dreamy. Or, that's what it says on the bottle anyway."
"The bottle's right," Frank nodded, and the conversation kind of died there. The atmosphere wasn't awkward, but Frank wasn't sure exactly what to say next, or what to do.
Gerard obviously picked up on it. "Something wrong?" he tilted his head to the side.
"No, not wrong, just. It's weird... I kind of," Frank rolled onto his side, knocking Gerard off to lie next to him. "We've done... this, y'know, but it's like at the diner-when you were nervous because we'd never really been on a proper date-"
"Oh, so," Gerard pursed his lips, "do you not want to?"
Frank brought Gerard's hand down to his cock, let him feel how much he wanted to. "Hey, I want to," he said reassuringly, "it's just like its new, because we've had to really think about it and worry and be so careful... It's not nerves exactly, more like anticipation."
Gerard's top lip curled slyly, and he took Frank's erection fully in his hand, thumbing over the skin and pulsing veins, using his tongue to part Frank's lips and make him go weak, like putty in his hands.
Frank got his arm out from underneath himself, and used both his hands to hold Gerard's head, dragging him further into the kiss while he rocked his hips back and forth. Gerard broke the kiss briefly to ask, "how do you wanna-"
Frank cut him off immediately, "I want you inside me when I come."
"Yeah? Yeah, yes," Gerard swapped hands on Frank's dick and reached over behind himself to the drawer, "lemme just get... this," he strained to say, bringing over with him the lube Frank had kept by the bed ever since their first time together.
Kissing for a while longer, Frank brought Gerard back on top of himself, spreading his legs either side of him and finding the lube. He held it up over Gerard's back so that he could use both hands to open it, and after getting a load in one hand, found Gerard's palm and smeared it across it. Gerard stared at it a second and lifted his lower half to fit his hand down between them. He hummed into the marker-applied 'Gerard' that Frank kept re-applying over his heart as he slipped two fingers inside him, working them around immediately and locking eyes with Frank. There was no question in his eyes but Frank nodded slowly anyway, arching a little against Gerard's fingers.
As Gerard worked a third finger in, Frank's hands rounded over his ass, squeezing in appreciation and encouragement."Yeah, Gerard, more. Please, more," he breathed, brushing his lips over Gerard's ear and biting the lobe gently between his teeth. Gerard pressed his forehead into the pillow as he re-arranged his legs and lifted Frank's to a more suitable position.
"You ready," he asked teasingly, already moving his erection against Frank's hole before waiting for an answer.
"More than you know," Frank replied eagerly, immediately feeling the light burn of Gerard pushing in, filling him slowly. He bit his lip, guiding Gerard's head away from the pillow in order to look at him properly, savor the moment. Gerard smiled, open-mouthed and gorgeous, dragging his fingers along Frank's thighs and peppering kisses across his jaw, murmuring into his skin.
When he was in all the way, deep and tightly encased, he started moving his hips slowly back and forth in shallow jerks. Frank could feel everything; the burn fading and giving way to the perfect stretch, the perfect glide of Gerard inside of him, every ridge, every vein. Nothing was more perfect than that moment of them moving together, slight sweat forming on both of them as the cool air of the room chilled them just enough to really need the body heat, crave it. Gerard moved one hand underneath Frank's lower back, keeping him close and holding himself up with the other one up by Frank's shoulder as he increased the length of his thrusts, until he was pulling out an almost dangerous amount just to slam back in. Frank got a tight grip on Gerard's arm and waist, pulling him harder and harder and still asking for more. Faster, harder, deeper, whatever he could get.
Gerard licked a long strip along Frank's throat, feeling the way the muscles moved under his tongue and lips. It spurred him on further, and Frank couldn't keep himself from panting rather than breathing, digging his nails into the soft flesh of Gerard's arm, putting more pressure on his hips. He wanted to touch himself, his cock wedged between them and getting just enough friction to almost satisfy but not enough to really get him off. He was going to ask, ask Gerard to do it because he wanted everything he felt to be because of Gerard, and if he didn't do it soon Frank felt like maybe he'd die or just explode-and not in a good way.
Gerard seemingly read his mind though. "Just feel it, Frank. Really feel it. Concentrate for me," he said firmly, like he had some kind of master plan Frank really wanted in on. So Frank kept his hands steady on Gerard's body, let him take over, gave him all the trust he deserved even though his dick was protesting otherwise. If body parts could talk, he was sure his wouldn't be very kind to him right then. Gradually Gerard changed his position slightly, went from kind of kneeling, to having one foot planted flat on the bed. It was a definite change of angle that Frank noticed right away. Every sway of Gerard's hips had his cock stroking expertly over Frank's prostate, and pretty quickly his whole body tingled into a constant buzzing state of pleasure so intense he might have asked for a breather, had he been able to find the words. He was just about able to mutter Gerard's name, eyes rolling lazily around his head as Gerard took hold of his cock and started pumping him. The only indication that was even happening came from Frank peeling his eyes open and managing to focus for long enough to see him do it. He couldn't really feel it exactly, it was just another beautiful feeling blurring in with the rest.
The next thing Frank felt was the tight build up in the pit of his stomach, quick and sudden, and just as suddenly Gerard's mouth was all over his, kissing and licking at him as he came, with a sensation so completely overwhelming and a sound so ridiculous that in any other situation, with any other person, would have been totally and completely embarrassing. He was still trying to get his breath back as Gerard gasped into his still open mouth and slid their cheeks together, hips twitching out of sync and winding down to a slow finish. He collapsed onto Frank for a second, running a hand along his arm and patting his shoulder, before pulling out gently and relaxing beside him on his back, hand over his own chest as if to make sure his heart was still working.
Eventually Frank began to chuckle, as his head stopped buzzing and he started breathing instead of hacking out every bit of air from his lungs. He turned on his side, cum drizzling down his stomach and towards the bed. "What the fuck was that?" he asked, well aware of the blush creeping over his cheeks at what he deemed such a stupid question.
Gerard picked up a conveniently placed cloth from underneath his pillow--he'd obviously planned for the evening while Frank had slept--and caught the cum before it touched the sheets. "I just read this thing, about prostate orgasms," he shrugged, "wasn't sure it'd work, to be honest... I guess it did though."
"Fuck yeah it worked. I thought I was gonna hyperventilate or something for minute." Frank stared at the ceiling, fumbling for Gerard's hand between them, holding it tight and threading their fingers together. "Fucking amazing though."
Gerard smiled a goofy sort of smile, swinging a leg over to tangle his ankle with Frank's. "Y'know, in a fucked up way I'm kinda glad that what happened to me, well, happened. We'd have never met otherwise."
Frank shook his head, "No, we would've met some other way, some other time. I just know it. I'd still give anything for you not to have gone through that."
"I know," Gerard said sadly, slipping his fingers free of Frank's and sliding his arm around Frank's middle, rubbing his thumb over his hip.
"Hey, cheer up," Frank said, breaking the sudden silence, "I wanted to ask you something." Gerard looked up at him through his eyelashes, a crooked smile forming on his lips, and Frank was never surer of what he wanted to say in the whole three weeks it had been on his mind. "Move in with me?"
Gerard's smile quickly turned into a full on, face-cracking grin. "You're serious?" Frank nodded, biting his lip in lieu of the answer. "Of course I will. I don't know if you noticed, but I'd kind of been leaving random shit here for ages." Frank raised his eyebrows, trying to remember all the things he'd seen around in recent times that weren't his own. "In fact, I reckon most of the stuff I use on a daily basis is here already."
Frank remembered the socks, random art pencils, the crushed charcoal on the kitchen floor, the t-shirts, sneakers, and multitude of other things that didn't belong to him which he'd come across since Gerard had started staying over regularly. "You're a sly fox, Gerard. I had no idea, I can't believe I didn't realize."
Gerard made a show of shrugging like it was nothing, smirking, "I've got serious ninja skills," and pulled himself closer to Frank as he prepared for the sleep that was burning at his eyes, laughing quietly, "you're so oblivious, I love it. And I love you."
"I love you, too," Frank said sincerely, and with the happiest sigh of his life as he wrapped himself around Gerard for the last time on what felt like the first night of the rest of their lives.
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