First Date & Forever Beach ~ Frank/Gerard
Title: First Date & Forever Beach
Author : slashxyouxup
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG13
Summary: Two one shots around 500 words each, both set in the Killjoy verse.
Warnings: Kissing.
Disclaimer: Writers lie - just like your parents.
Written for the ‘First Date’ and 'Long Walk On A Beach' prompts from my schmoop_bingo card.
First date
Sunshine, the Killjoy’s treasured and prided Trans Am, comes rolling noisily down the desert road. Frank looks from the car, to Mikey and back again. They’re on their way back from a gas run, trailing a tank each behind them from the only station around in this particular zone. The car slowly pulls to a stop next to them, and they both peer down to see Gerard in the driver’s seat. He grins up at them both.
“Hop on in, Ghoul,” he says. Frank smiles and looks back at Mikey who rolls his eyes and pushes the gas tank forward.
“Put these in the trunk,” he says, “and don’t ever tell me what the two of you did in that car.” He taps the bonnet of the car, shoots the gun fingers at his brother “later Poison,” and then stalks off in the direction of the diner.
Frank lugs the tanks round to the popped truck and loads them in quickly. Mikey’s in the distance now, walking with his head down and hand dangling by his holster. Frank slips in to the passenger seat, locking the door and winding the window down, more out of habit than anything else. He leans over and kisses Gerard’s lips quickly. “Hey poison,” he whispers. Gerard grins.
“You can call me Gerard now, Frankie,” he says.
Frank licks his own lips. “Gerard,” he purrs, rolling the r’s in such a way it makes Gerard’s stomach flip. They don’t use each others real names when they’re out in the desert. No one outside of the Killjoys is to know their real names - ever. Sometimes Frank misses it. He loves the name ‘Party Poison’, but Gerard just rests on his tongue so easily.
“Buckle up,” Gerard orders before pulling back on to the road. Frank obeys quickly and then settles back in to the seat.
“So, where are we off to?”
Gerard presses his lips together for a few seconds before replying, “Just a little place I know.”
Frank arches an eyebrow. “Like a date?” he asks, though receives no reply. “We’ve never been on a date…” still nothing. “What are you up to?” Gerard doesn’t say anything, just grins and carries on driving. Frank flips on the radio and searches through the channels, but all he receives is a speaker full of static. “No broadcasts today, again,” he sighs.
Gerard sets a hand on Frank’s thigh and squeezes softly. “Any day now,” he says. They drive in silence after that, and Frank kind of enjoys it. He doesn’t get a lot of time to just be with Gerard, alone and uninterrupted by brothers or dracs or radio broadcasts.
It doesn’t take long to get to where Gerard’s going, and soon he’s pulling up in front of a burned out, collapsed warehouse. Frank stares out of the window hard, trying to place it in his head. “Where are we?” he asks.
“What, you don’t recognise it?” says Gerard, turning off the ignition and leaning back in his seat with a triumphant smile. After a few more seconds of confused silence, Gerard sighs and gives in. “Well, imagine it not blown up. There’s a drac on every floor, Mikey’s been knocked out, Ray’s carrying him back to the car and we’ve got to pull some impossible moves to get out of that place alive.”
Frank’s eyes light up. “Our first kiss,” he says quietly. Gerard nods. Frank reaches out to touch Gerard’s cheek. “Oh, baby. You getting sentimental in your old age?” Gerard rolls his eyes and kisses Frank, popping the clasp on Frank’s seatbelt so they can slide closer. He curls his fingers in to Frank’s hair and deepens the kiss as Frank grabs at Gerard’s leather jacket, moaning in to his mouth.
Frank pulls back a few moments later, when his lips are red and he tastes like Gerard, and nuzzles his nose against Gerard’s. Gerard looks up at Frank through his dark lashes with wide and trusting eyes. “I love you, Frankie,” he whispers.
Smiling, Frank leans in and licks across Gerard’s bottom lip. “Love you too, Gerrrrard.”
Forever Beach
Frank’s sure there used to be water here, a lot of it. Maybe a lake or something. There’s a few pebbles scattered in the sand and a large hunk of wood half buried by the golden dust. Maybe there used to be cabins here Frank thinks as he and the rest of the Killjoys trek across the beach, sand goggles on and bandanas up. The sun is high and beating rays of heat down on them relentlessly, making each step heavier than the last. Frank sighs, the air is hot and hard to digest beneath his dirty bandana as he huffs, tired and annoyed.
Gerard looks over to Frank and smiles. Frank can tell Gerard’s smiling, because even though he can’t see Gerard’s mouth his eyes are crinkling at the sides like they do when he’s happy. Frank has no idea how anyone could be happy in this heat, but Gerard smiles still. He trudges closer to Frank, close enough so he can reach out and take Frank’s hand. “Tired?” he asks loudly through the material of his bandana. Frank nods. Gerard moves closer, letting go of Frank’s hand to slide an arm around his waist. “We’ll be back at the diner soon,” he says a little quieter. Mikey and Ray are talking a few steps ahead of them, all hand gestures and head bobs. “Maybe we can make a fort under one of the tables,” he suggests, eyebrows bobbing.
“Yeah? And what we gonna do under there?” asks Frank as their shoulders bump together. Gerard stops walking and puts his hand on Frank’s elbow. He lifts both his and Frank’s bandanas before leaning in and kissing Frank, soft and quick. As soon as they’re gone Frank aches to feel Gerard’s lips again, but he doesn’t complain when Gerard steps back and carries on walking. He slips his hand in to Frank’s and squeezes. “Oh, that,” Frank says, eyes smiling.
“Yeah,” replies Gerard. “That.” They walk on a little further and Frank feels like this beach is going to go on forever. To the left of them it stretches right out to the horizon and further. Frank imagines there being water there. He hasn’t seen water that wasn’t half dirty and not in a bottle for god knows how long. He misses swimming. He’d love to go swimming, if he could even remember how to. He’d love to go swimming with Gerard and see him dripping in something other than sweat, though he doesn’t mind seeing that. Not ever.
“I’d like to go swimming again,” Frank suddenly finds himself saying. “You think they have pools in the city?”
Gerard shrugs. “Maybe. I was never too good at swimming.”
“Oh…” Frank trails, but Gerard squeezes his hand again.
“But I’d still go with you,” he adds and Frank beams back at him and they walk on.
The diner should be coming in to view any moment now, and Frank can already see the edges of the road. He can’t wait to get inside, out of this heat and out of the sand. He can’t wait to shake it from his boots and hair and climb under a table with Gerard. He can’t wait to rest in the shade, to kiss and sleep and dream about swimming.
Author : slashxyouxup
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG13
Summary: Two one shots around 500 words each, both set in the Killjoy verse.
Warnings: Kissing.
Disclaimer: Writers lie - just like your parents.
Written for the ‘First Date’ and 'Long Walk On A Beach' prompts from my schmoop_bingo card.
First date
Sunshine, the Killjoy’s treasured and prided Trans Am, comes rolling noisily down the desert road. Frank looks from the car, to Mikey and back again. They’re on their way back from a gas run, trailing a tank each behind them from the only station around in this particular zone. The car slowly pulls to a stop next to them, and they both peer down to see Gerard in the driver’s seat. He grins up at them both.
“Hop on in, Ghoul,” he says. Frank smiles and looks back at Mikey who rolls his eyes and pushes the gas tank forward.
“Put these in the trunk,” he says, “and don’t ever tell me what the two of you did in that car.” He taps the bonnet of the car, shoots the gun fingers at his brother “later Poison,” and then stalks off in the direction of the diner.
Frank lugs the tanks round to the popped truck and loads them in quickly. Mikey’s in the distance now, walking with his head down and hand dangling by his holster. Frank slips in to the passenger seat, locking the door and winding the window down, more out of habit than anything else. He leans over and kisses Gerard’s lips quickly. “Hey poison,” he whispers. Gerard grins.
“You can call me Gerard now, Frankie,” he says.
Frank licks his own lips. “Gerard,” he purrs, rolling the r’s in such a way it makes Gerard’s stomach flip. They don’t use each others real names when they’re out in the desert. No one outside of the Killjoys is to know their real names - ever. Sometimes Frank misses it. He loves the name ‘Party Poison’, but Gerard just rests on his tongue so easily.
“Buckle up,” Gerard orders before pulling back on to the road. Frank obeys quickly and then settles back in to the seat.
“So, where are we off to?”
Gerard presses his lips together for a few seconds before replying, “Just a little place I know.”
Frank arches an eyebrow. “Like a date?” he asks, though receives no reply. “We’ve never been on a date…” still nothing. “What are you up to?” Gerard doesn’t say anything, just grins and carries on driving. Frank flips on the radio and searches through the channels, but all he receives is a speaker full of static. “No broadcasts today, again,” he sighs.
Gerard sets a hand on Frank’s thigh and squeezes softly. “Any day now,” he says. They drive in silence after that, and Frank kind of enjoys it. He doesn’t get a lot of time to just be with Gerard, alone and uninterrupted by brothers or dracs or radio broadcasts.
It doesn’t take long to get to where Gerard’s going, and soon he’s pulling up in front of a burned out, collapsed warehouse. Frank stares out of the window hard, trying to place it in his head. “Where are we?” he asks.
“What, you don’t recognise it?” says Gerard, turning off the ignition and leaning back in his seat with a triumphant smile. After a few more seconds of confused silence, Gerard sighs and gives in. “Well, imagine it not blown up. There’s a drac on every floor, Mikey’s been knocked out, Ray’s carrying him back to the car and we’ve got to pull some impossible moves to get out of that place alive.”
Frank’s eyes light up. “Our first kiss,” he says quietly. Gerard nods. Frank reaches out to touch Gerard’s cheek. “Oh, baby. You getting sentimental in your old age?” Gerard rolls his eyes and kisses Frank, popping the clasp on Frank’s seatbelt so they can slide closer. He curls his fingers in to Frank’s hair and deepens the kiss as Frank grabs at Gerard’s leather jacket, moaning in to his mouth.
Frank pulls back a few moments later, when his lips are red and he tastes like Gerard, and nuzzles his nose against Gerard’s. Gerard looks up at Frank through his dark lashes with wide and trusting eyes. “I love you, Frankie,” he whispers.
Smiling, Frank leans in and licks across Gerard’s bottom lip. “Love you too, Gerrrrard.”
Forever Beach
Frank’s sure there used to be water here, a lot of it. Maybe a lake or something. There’s a few pebbles scattered in the sand and a large hunk of wood half buried by the golden dust. Maybe there used to be cabins here Frank thinks as he and the rest of the Killjoys trek across the beach, sand goggles on and bandanas up. The sun is high and beating rays of heat down on them relentlessly, making each step heavier than the last. Frank sighs, the air is hot and hard to digest beneath his dirty bandana as he huffs, tired and annoyed.
Gerard looks over to Frank and smiles. Frank can tell Gerard’s smiling, because even though he can’t see Gerard’s mouth his eyes are crinkling at the sides like they do when he’s happy. Frank has no idea how anyone could be happy in this heat, but Gerard smiles still. He trudges closer to Frank, close enough so he can reach out and take Frank’s hand. “Tired?” he asks loudly through the material of his bandana. Frank nods. Gerard moves closer, letting go of Frank’s hand to slide an arm around his waist. “We’ll be back at the diner soon,” he says a little quieter. Mikey and Ray are talking a few steps ahead of them, all hand gestures and head bobs. “Maybe we can make a fort under one of the tables,” he suggests, eyebrows bobbing.
“Yeah? And what we gonna do under there?” asks Frank as their shoulders bump together. Gerard stops walking and puts his hand on Frank’s elbow. He lifts both his and Frank’s bandanas before leaning in and kissing Frank, soft and quick. As soon as they’re gone Frank aches to feel Gerard’s lips again, but he doesn’t complain when Gerard steps back and carries on walking. He slips his hand in to Frank’s and squeezes. “Oh, that,” Frank says, eyes smiling.
“Yeah,” replies Gerard. “That.” They walk on a little further and Frank feels like this beach is going to go on forever. To the left of them it stretches right out to the horizon and further. Frank imagines there being water there. He hasn’t seen water that wasn’t half dirty and not in a bottle for god knows how long. He misses swimming. He’d love to go swimming, if he could even remember how to. He’d love to go swimming with Gerard and see him dripping in something other than sweat, though he doesn’t mind seeing that. Not ever.
“I’d like to go swimming again,” Frank suddenly finds himself saying. “You think they have pools in the city?”
Gerard shrugs. “Maybe. I was never too good at swimming.”
“Oh…” Frank trails, but Gerard squeezes his hand again.
“But I’d still go with you,” he adds and Frank beams back at him and they walk on.
The diner should be coming in to view any moment now, and Frank can already see the edges of the road. He can’t wait to get inside, out of this heat and out of the sand. He can’t wait to shake it from his boots and hair and climb under a table with Gerard. He can’t wait to rest in the shade, to kiss and sleep and dream about swimming.