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It was past midnight when Frank finally arrived in New Jersey. From the back seat of the taxi cab, he could see rows of houses and trees illuminated by the street lights as the vehicle was getting closer to his own house. Those were the same old streets that he had walked countless times during his childhood in the town that had recently become his home again. The sight of them brought pleasant memories to Frank.
When the car stopped moving he got out and waited for the driver to open the trunk and take out his luggage. Once that all his bags were piled on the sidewalk, he turned around and his lips curled into a small smile as he saw the facade of his house. He walked to the porch with a sensation of contentment that he hadn't felt in a while, although, he had felt something resembling that when the manager of his band informed them that they had predicted heavy snowstorms in Russia.
It wasn't that Frank was happy about the bad weather affecting that part of the world, but thanks to that, they cancelled the last shows of the tour and the band came back to the States two weeks earlier and that way, he was able to spend most of December at home. Frank was shivering a little as he fumbled in his pockets for his key ring. A north wind was blowing persistently at the time and it was too damn cold out there, not as cold as Russia of course, but still.
The moment he got the door open, he turned on the lights and the heating, left his bags in the doorway and then headed to the kitchen. He was desperately craving for coffee, but instead, he made himself a cup of hot chocolate that he sipped slowly as he made his way up to his bedroom.
He didn't want any caffeine in his system since he was planing on spending the whole weekend in a state of hibernation and he didn't want any stimulating substances to interfere with his plans. Opposite to his bandmates, jet lag didn't cause him sleep difficulty, but made him zonk out as soon as was able to lay down on any semi comfortable, horizontal surface he could find and close his eyes.
Frank was sure that the amount of hours he spent asleep after every international tour surpassed the daily requirement for humans, but he didn't give much thought to the possible effects of that on his health; he just needed to hibernate for a couple of days and after that, he would be perfectly fine, as always.
So that was exactly what he did. He spent the weekend sleeping, just having a few periods of wakefulness per day that were long enough for him to grab something to eat and drink and maybe watch a movie or something else on the TV and then, going back to napping.
By Sunday evening, the ringing of the doorbell woke him up. He had fallen asleep on one of the couches in the living room while he was watching some old movie. The day before, he had heard the doorbell and also heard the voices of some woman and a man coming from outside.
He figured that they have probably been Mary and Nathan, his neighbors. They were nice people, sure, but they were also too talkative and bit nosey and Frank was still too sleepy to be in the mood for socializing with the people in the neighborhood, so he decided to ignore the ringing.
This time, though, the sound of the bell was more insistent, they kept pressing the button at least once every minute, so he thought that maybe they had seen earlier the delivery guy bringing him some food and that they had figured that Frank was actually there, so he had no choice but to stand up and go answer the door.
But then, when he pulled it open, he had a series of bodily reactions that there was no way that any of his neighbors could be causing him. There was only one person that could make him feel that sudden jolt all over his body.
“Gerard?” Frank said, utterly surprised when he recognized the man standing in front of him. “Hi, Frank,” Gerard tilted his head a little and gave him a small smile. “Hi,” Frank breathed out. His mouth was suddenly dry and his heart was pounding like crazy. He wasn't expecting to see Gerard there at all, so instead of saying something else, he stared at him for a moment, dazed by his presence.
Gerard looked the same as six months ago, except for his hair that was longer and bit messier than usual. For a split second, the unbidden thought of reaching out and brushing off the strands of hair that were falling over his forehead and obscuring his eyes, crossed Frank's mind, but then Gerard shifted in his place.
Frank noticed that he was hunched in his coat; he had his hands shoved in his pockets and his chin buried in the thick scarf that he was wearing. Suddenly, Frank realized that Gerard had been standing there in the cold for several minutes. “Come in,” he said, finally reacting and stepped back to let the other man walk inside.
“Mikey told me that you were back,” Gerard said as Frank was closing the door. “So I decided to drop by and say hi,” he added with a shy grin. “Well, it's nice to see you again,” he smiled back and waited for Gerard to take out his coat and unwind his scarf.
It was more than nice to see Gerard again, actually, but Frank wasn't sure of the point from where they were supposed to start, from the part where they were only good friends? Or from the part where they both said that they loved each other, but they couldn't be together because of their circumstances?
The thing was that they hadn't talked since Bandit's birthday. After Frank left the party, he went back to his house to start packing his bags and the next day he got on a plane to Germany, first thing in the morning. He spent half of the year away and even when all he wanted to do while he was on tour, was talking to Gerard again, he didn't call or email him because he didn't think that it was the right thing to do at the time.
Gerard didn't try to contact him either and Frank thought that it was for the best. Frank would get over him eventually or at least that was what he had hoped, but right then, the other man was there in his house in what was, apparently, a friendly visit and was smiling at him as if nothing messed-up had happened between them.
“So, this is your new house,” Gerard stood in the middle of the hall and looked around, taking an exploratory glimpse. “Yeah,” Frank nodded and then squinted at the unpacked boxes that were still remaining by the wall. “It's still a mess,” he said, scratching his head awkwardly and feeling the need to excuse himself because of it, “I haven't had time to finish unpacking and start redecorating and...”
“I think it's nice,” Gerard cut him off with a smile. Frank looked up at him and exhaled, “Thanks,” he replied quietly and felt his pulse speeding up the moment that the other man's eyes fixed on his. Staring into bright hazel, Frank realized that despite all his efforts to move on and get over Gerard, his feelings for him were still alive and still strong.
“Um...” he blinked after a moment and looked away. “I made some hot chocolate,” he remembered, suddenly. “Do you want some?” He offered, facing Gerard again. “Sure,” the other man nodded. “Why don't you go to the living, I'll be there in a minute”. “Okay,” Gerard agreed, gladly.
He turned around, walked the few yards that separated the hall from the living room and sat down on one of the couches. Meanwhile, Frank made his way to the kitchen and took a series of deep, reassuring breaths as he was filling two mugs with the sweet, dark liquid that he had prepared hours earlier and put them in the microwave.
When Frank entered the living, he saw that Gerard was flipping on some magazine that was over the coffee table. “Here,” Frank stepped closer and handed him a mug. “Thanks,” Gerard replied, putting the magazine aside. “It smells good,” he commented, over the rim of the mug and started blowing on it. “It is good,” Frank said confidently and sat down next to him. “It has soy milk and some organic cocoa that I got from this new store that I found in New York”. Gerard nodded and took his first sip.
“So,” he said after swallowing. “Are you quitting coffee or is this a new trend?” Frank chuckled. “No,” he shook his head, “Not a new trend and I still love coffee, but I need to sleep like 18 hours a day after every tour so I've been avoiding caffeine the whole weekend”. “Um...” Gerard hummed delighted as he took another sip.
“This is really good, maybe I'll trade coffee for cocoa too,” he looked down at the mug he was holding in his hand with a pensive expression like if he was seriously considering quitting his caffeine addiction. Frank grinned at that and suddenly realized that he wasn't tense or nervous anymore, it was surprising how fast he started feeling comfortable around Gerard again.
“So, how you've been?” Gerard asked him, casually. Frank leaned forward to put his mug on the little table in front of him before answering. “Good,” he said, it was a short and kind of empty answer, but what else he was supposed to say? He wasn't going to bring up how awful he felt after he left Jersey six months ago.
“And how was the tour?” Gerard crossed his legs and tilted his head in question. “The shows were awesome,” Frank smiled to himself when he remembered how good the concerts had been in most of the venues. “In some cities the kids were wild,” he commented, “They were?” Gerard asked curious. “Yeah,” Frank sighed.
“I don't know if kids are getting louder and crazier with the time or if it is just that I'm getting older,” he said, his tone got a little gloomy at the end. Gerard smirked, “I think that it's a little of both,” he reach out to pat softly the back of the hand that Frank had resting on the edge of the couch as a gesture of sympathy.
Frank snickered. “How about you? Mikey told me that you were still working on your new comic book,” he commented and reach out for his beverage. “Actually...” Gerard wrinkled his nose, “It'll be out in stores next February,” he said a little shyly. “Really?” Frank lifted his brow, surprised by that. “That's great news, man!” He added, excited. “You have to show it to me before it goes to the stores, though, I want to be the first one on reading it”. “Okay,” Gerard agreed with a smile. “Actually, you can come over to Mikey's and I...” He gaped and contentment suddenly vanished from his face.
Frank stared at him a little preoccupied. “Um...” Gerard hesitated, “I don't know if you knew, but I've been staying with Mikey this past months”. Frank actually knew that, but he hadn't wanted to mention it before. “Yeah,” Frank breathed out. “He told me, he also mentioned that you....” The younger man averted his gaze and bit his lip. I was hard for him to talk about that specific subject, but it seemed that he had no choice at the time. “That you are getting a...”
“A divorce?” Gerard completed his sentence. Frank nodded. “Yeah, we..” Gerard huffed and then shifted in his seat to face Frank completely. “Lindsey and I decided that it was for the best”. Frank didn't know exactly why, but he felt like if someone had poured ice cold water all over him when he heard the other man saying that.
“Gerard I'm sorry if I...” “No,” Gerard cut him off, immediately. “No, Frank,” he said, firmly. “It wasn't because of you, okay?” Gerard gave him an earnest look and grabbed his hand. “We realized that we were not working as a couple anymore and that was it”. Frank sighed and thought about it for a moment.
“So...” he frowned. “How it's gonna be? With Bandit I mean”. Gerard licked his lips and squeezed Frank's hand a little tighter. “I see her every other day and she stays with me and Mikey on the weekends. I'm planning on getting my own place soon, though, because when Lindsey starts touring again with her band, Bandit's going to stay with me the whole time”.
Frank lifted his brow, “Well, that's... That sounds good,” he said, cautiously. “Yeah, it is,” Gerard grinned. “It's a good arrangement,” he added. At that moment, Frank felt his shoulders relaxing. Gerard seemed to be doing fine with his divorce and that was a relief for Frank, also it was really nice feeling the warm touch of Gerard's hand on his own.
“So...” he looked up at him. “You're a new single on the market, then,” he said, playfully and Gerard chuckled. “I guess I am,” he bit his bottom lip and looked intently at Frank. “I was hopping that I wouldn't stay single for much longer, though,” he added and Frank's pulse started racing once again.
Their eyes locked and they stared at each other for a long moment. Frank was strangely aware of his breathing at the time and noticed how it got slower and deeper with anticipation, but then Gerard turned away abruptly. “I brought you something,” he said out of nowhere and stood up. “You brought me something?” Frank asked, disconcerted.
“Yeah, it's like a...” Gerard looked down at him, “Like a housewarming gift”. Frank narrowed his eyes. “Did you bring me one of those baskets full with cleaning products?” Gerard let out a laugh. “No,” he shook his head. “It's something completely different, let me go get it, it's in my car”.
He walked quickly towards the door and Frank followed him, but he stopped by one of the front windows. He pulled back the curtains and watched as the other man was taking something out of the trunk of his car. It was a big, flat, rectangular thing wrapped in paper. “A painting,” Frank thought.
“You brought me a painting?” He asked the moment that Gerard crossed the threshold. “It's not a painting,” Gerard shook his head and his lips curled into a lopsided smile. “Then, what is it?” Frank asked, impatience obvious in the tone of his voice. “You have to unwrap it to find out,” Gerard said, still smiling and Frank didn't hesitate in taking it and put it on the hall table.
He started tearing off the paper carelessly and parts of a wooden surface appeared before his eyes. “Turn it over,” Gerard told him and when Frank did, he saw what it was. It wasn't a painting, but a collage made with pictures of him and Gerard. Frank stared at it speechless. The background of the collage was black and it had a series o photographs overlapped with drawings and little objects, diferent bands memorabilia like pins, stickers and guitar picks.
Frank wanted to examine carefully the piece so he started with a group of pictures that were at the top. He recognized himself playing on different stages, so those had to be taken during the band's live shows in the most riveting moments, judging by his own poses. In most of them, he had his neck was arched, his mouth half open, his eyes shut, his guitar clutched tight against his body, whoever took these photos was able to capture the precise moments when he was completely lost in the music. “I got those from some of your fans,” Gerard explained. “Oh,” Frank breathed out, that explained why he hadn't seen those pictures before and why they were so good.
Then he looked down to the side and his attention focused on a piece of paper that he remembered seeing years ago. “You designed this,” he said, pointing at a flyer for the first gig that My Chemical Romance got. It had the drawing of a couple, a boy and a girl, standing in front of each other about to kiss and splatted with blood. “Yeah, I did,” Gerard nodded. “It turns out that Ray had kept a copy all this time,” he explained. “Really? Wow,” Frank was definitely impressed by that.
Below the flyer there was the photo of him, Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Bob that he himself had found in one of the boxes that had been stored in his mom's basement. He frowned because he actually remembered framing that photo and putting it on the mantel in the living. Then, he looked down and recognized some of his photographs from when he was in collage that he kept in some albums. “How did you get these?” he asked, pointing at them.
“So...” Gerard faltered a little before answering. “Maybe I broke into your house at some point,” he admitted, sheepishly. “You did?” Frank chuckled. “Yeah, with a little help from Mikey and Irene's assistant”. “Manuel?” Frank arched an eyebrow. “Yep”, Gerard nodded, “It turns out that they still had a copy of the key that opens the back door and Mikey only had to flirt a tiny bit to convince Manuel to lend it to me”. Frank let out a laugh.
“You went to my mom's house too, huh?” He said running his fingers over a set of old photographs from when he was little. “Yeah, getting her adress and finding her house was relatively easy,” Gerard explained, taking a hand to the back of his head. “Getting her to lend me the photos not so much; she keeps those albums like holy relics”. “I know,” Frank agreed with a grin.
Among his own pictures there was a bunch of Gerard's photographs from when he was in collage, one he assumed was taken in the facilities of Cartoon Network, a few of him in comic conventions and some recent ones of him and Bandit playing happily at a park.
There was also a bunch of photos from when Gerard was a kid. Frank had seen one in particular a lot of times, every time he went in the Way's house, actually, because it was in their living room. It was a photo of baby Gerard and baby Mikey wearing blue shirts and grinning at the camera. Then he noticed an image that didn't seem to fit with the theme of the piece.
“It's that the picture of a cake?” He said, squinting at it. “Yeah, I had to make a special order, they only make the heart shaped ones for Valentine's day”. “Oh my god!” Frank chuckled and shook his head. He looked back at the collage and couldn't stop smiling; he was amazed by the work that Gerard had done and the effort he did to collect all those pictures and put them together, but then he noticed something at the bottom corner of the frame. It was a little piece of yellowish paper. Frank froze suddenly and felt a lump rising up in his throat.
“It's that...?” he turned to look at Gerard with a mix of surprise and hope. Gerard nodded and stepped a little closer. Frank's eyes went back to the college to double check the that piece of paper. The letters were blacker than the last time that he saw them, Gerard must had trace the outline of the words with a marker, but even if they were completely faded, Frank would recognize them anyway.
He took a hand to his mouth and inhaled deeply, feeling his heart beating faster. “You really mean that?” Frank asked after a moment, his voice sounded a little strained, but he was too moved, he couldn't help it. “Yeah, Frank, I do,” Gerard said, looking deep into his eyes, then he took a step further, slid one hand around Frank's waist and place the other one on his hip.
Frank didn't know what to do or what to say so he just stared back. Gerard pulled him closer with a light pull and started rubbing one thumb over his cheek, gently. Frank shivered a little at the touch. “Frank,” Gerard said quietly. “I love you,” he whispered and his long finger cupped his chin.
“Gee...” Frank couldn't say anything else, not because he didn't want to, but because at that moment, Gerard leaned in and kissed him. The difference between their previous kiss and this one was huge. The time they kissed at Bandit's party it had been something stealthy, desperate and tempestuous.
This time, though, there was nothing preventing them from being together and there wasn't a swirl of messed-up emotions taking over them, so now the kiss was slow and gentle. For a long moment, Frank let himself sink in the sweet sensation of the brushing of their lips and in the warmth of their bodies pressed together.
He had wanted this to happen so badly and for so long, but now that he finally had it, he realized that as good as it was, it wasn't enough, it couldn't be enough until he got all of Gerard. So he started stroking Gerard's lips with his tongue and making his way into the other man's receptive mouth.
Soon, the kisses became deep and hungry and their breathing got shallower. The space between their bodies was minimal, nevertheless the closeness didn't seem to be enough for Frank, he needed more contact, so he held Gerard by the hips and stepped forward, pushing him back without letting their lips separate.
The moment that Gerard's back bumped against the wall, Frank slid one leg between his thighs and started rolling his hips, making their growing erections rub together. A moment later, Gerard moaned into Frank's mouth and tilted his head back.
“Frank,” he gasped, “Wait,” he pressed one hand against Frank's chest, pushing him back lightly. Frank froze immediately. He looked at Gerard and took one step back. Suddenly he started feeling worried. Maybe Frank was doing something wrong, maybe he was trying to push things too fast and Gerard wasn't ready for that yet, maybe... “Can we go to your room?” Gerard asked and when Frank heard that he was able to breathe again.
He took a moment to stare at Gerard before answering. The other man's hair was all messed up, his lips were red and shiny with spit, his cheeks were as flushed as Frank's must have been at the time and the tails of his shirt were sticking out from his sweater because of the way that Frank had been tugging his clothes up, desperately looking for points where he could have direct contact with his skin, but Gerard didn't look scared or hesitant, instead, he looked as eager as Frank was to take that further.
“Sure,” Frank replied. With their hands twined, they went upstairs in silence. As they were walking up the steps, Frank noticed from the corner of his eye, that Gerard kept giving him glances as if his whole attention was only on him. The younger climbed the top step with a leap and turned back. “Come on,” he beckoned and tugged lightly Gerard's hand.
The moment they entered the room, Frank dropped Gerard's hand and wrapped his arms around the other man's neck. The combination of arousal and anticipation was making Frank feel the heat irradiating from his face and the sensation of his pulse vibrating within his ears. He looked into Gerard's eyes and leaned in.
The kiss that followed was deep and dirty and he didn't want to separate his lips from Gerard's not even to take their clothes off, even when he was desperate to have direct contact with his skin, but the time they would need in order do that, seemed to be too much for Frank.
They broke the kiss eventually because Gerard needed to catch his breath, although, Frank didn't give him much time for that. He waited for just a second or two before leaning in, this time he caught Gerard's bottom lip between his teeth and started tugging a little. With one leg hooked around Gerard's, Frank started rolling his hips slowly. Gerard gasped into Frank's mouth as their bodies were rocking back and forth rhythmically.
“Frank,” Gerad pulled back a little. “Wait,” he said out of breath. Frank stopped moving suddenly and put down his leg, feeling disconcerted. Was Gerard having second thoughts? Frank didn't know, but he was desperately hoping that it wasn't the case because he was incredibly turned on at the time. “I just...” Gerard bit his lip, “I want to go slow”. “Slow?” Frank wasn't sure what he meant by that, so all he could do was give him a confused look.
“Yeah, just...” Gerard reached out to rub Frank's chest idly with one hand and pulled him closer with his other one. “Let me take care of this, okay?” Gerard he said, his voice was husky and his pupils were still blown, so Frank knew that Gerard wanted that to happen as much as he did. “Okay,” the younger man nodded faintly and let Gerard put his hands around his waist and tug his hoodie and the tank top that he was wearing underneath, up and over his head. After tossing both pieces of clothing to the floor, Gerard did the same with his sweater and shirt.
“Take off your shoes,” he commanded. Frank leaned down, and took his socks off along with his sneakers. Once that they were both barefoot and shirtless, Gerard grabbed Frank's hand and led him to the bed. “Lay down,” he said softly. His eyes were fixed on Frank as the younger man sat on the bed and laid back, propping his elbows back on the mattress and letting his head fall slowly on the pillow. Gerard gave him a small smile before climbing on the bed and laying down next to him.
Frank shifted and bent his knees so they could be laying face to face, with their legs intertwined. After that Gerard grabbed one of his hands and laced their fingers together. For a long moment, the silence in the room was only interrupted by the quiet hiss of their breathing.
“I love you Frankie,” Gerard whispered, he was brushing his fingertips along the inside of Frank's hand and forearm, tracing delicate lines over his tattoos, and Frank felt lulled by that. “I love you too, Gee,” replied fondly and shifted a little to move up the arm he had resting on the mattress and slide it over Gerard's head. He started caressing the other man's head gently, hooking his fingers in the locks of his hair.
They cuddled like that for a long while and Frank was transfixed, looking into the bright hazel of Gerard's eyes that flickered whimsically under the light of the lamp placed on the bedside table.
All of the sudden, memories of the countless nights during the tour when all he wanted was being with Gerard like that and all he could do was closing his eyes and try to picture the other man's face and remember the sound of his voice, came to his mind. “It was so hard being away from you,” he commented, his tone was unavoidably gloomy. “I know,” Gerard exhaled and reached out to caress Frank's cheek. “It was really hard for me too, but we're together now,” he smiled and it was genuine and comforting in a way that told Frank that despite the time they were apart, they were finally getting a chance and that could sweep away all the paint that they had felt before.
They stared at each other until Gerard's gaze dropped and he leaned forward, looking intently at Frank's mouth. The kiss was soft, their lips and tongues were brushing tenderly and their hands moving gently along the smooth skin of their backs. Frank was finally getting what Gerard meant by slow.
When in a hot situation like this one, Frank usually was fast and a little rough, quickly discarding clothes and throwing himself on top of the other person to kiss, bite and grind and get as most body contact and friction as he could, but the rhythm that they had set at the time was really, really nice. With their bodies entangled in a delicate motion, he could savor every kiss and every inch of skin beneath his fingertips.
After a few minutes of slow kissing, Gerard pulled back a little only to tilt his head to the side and start pressing his lips along the line of Frank's jaw. “Mmh..” Frank moaned softly when Gerard reached his collarbone and shifted to lick and bite lightly a patch of skin above his clavicle.
Frank had gone completely relaxed before while they were cuddling, but now he was fully hard again and desperate for friction, but he was letting Gerard go as slow as he wanted, so he just bit his lip, shut his eyes and allow himself to enjoy, as much as possible, their time together.
The next move that Gerard made was unexpected, he pushed Frank back by the shoulder propped himself up and hooked his leg higher over Frank's thighs. He leaned down and the moment that Frank felt the pressure of the other man's his lips and teeth sucking and tugging gently his nipple, his neck and back arched. He groaned when Gerard moved to the other side and did the same with his other nipple. That felt so good, even though, Frank wanted more.
“Gee,” he gasped. “Um” Gerard hummed a reply, not bothering with taking his lips off of Frank's chest. “Touch me,” he said, desperately and that made Gerard look up. Some strands of hair were falling over his forehead, obscuring his eyes, even though, Frank could see a suggestive glint in his gaze. “Do yo want me to touch you Frankie?” Gerard asked in what resembled an innocent tone. “Yeah,” Frank breathed out.
“How do you want it?” Gerard tilted his head and arched and eyebrow in question. He wasn't really looking for an answer, Frank could tell because Gerard started speaking again almost immediately, reciting a known line. “Do you want me to put my hand on your pants?” He said sultry, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants. Frank realized quickly the kind of game that Gerard wanted to play at the time and he was more than willing to go along with it.
“Do you want me to slide my hand down to the space between your legs, Frankie?” He continued talking low and seductively, caressing Frank's chest with one hand and gliding the other one lower to palm the bulge of Frank's erection. “Mmh...” The younger man caught his bottom lip between his teeth and sank his head back on the pillow.
A breathless moan escaped from his mouth when Gerard started moving his hand up and down, rubbing gently over the thin fabric of his pants. Frank started writhing and his moans went louder as Gerard increased the pressure and the speed of the motion of the hand.
He shifted his head to the side as a sudden jolt of pleasure hit him and Gerard took the opportunity to bury his face in his neck and speak next to his ear. “Do you want me to tuck one hand in your pants and grab that big cock of yours?” He asked and Frank chuckle at that, he couldn't help it. “Oh my god!” he tilted his head up and propped one elbow on the mattress.
“Who taught you to talk like that?” he asked, playfully. Gerard grinned fondly at him, “Some guy I know,” he shrugged. “Well, that guy has a dirty mouth, let me tell you,” Frank said, still grinning. “Yeah...” Gerard bit his bottom lip. “I was hoping that it would get even dirtier,” he looked intently at Frank and leaned down again.
This time he kissed Frank on the mouth, long and deep before burying his face back in his neck. He slid his hands down Frank's stomach and started pulling the waistband of his sweatpants and shorts. “Take them off,” Gerard said and Frank obeyed immediately, only that it was a little hard for him to focus on taking off his pants down while Gerard was sucking his earlobe in such a hot way.
When both pieces of clothing were finally down to his ankles, Frank tossed them to the floor with a kick. Gerard wasted no time on pulling down his remaining clothes and throw them away as well. Then he reached down and clenched his fist around Frank's cock. He started stroking leisurely, using his fingertips to spread the precum along the shaft and make the gliding of his hand slick and easy.
“I wanted to be with you like this so badly, Frankie,” Gerard said next to his ear. “Yeah?” Frank replied breathlessly, writhing under his touch. “Yeah, while you were gone, all I wanted was having you here with me and being able to hear you moan like this and feel you come in my hand,” Frank had never heard Gerard talk like that. The sound of his voice, his closeness, the touch of his hands and his lips, alt that sent Frank to the edge.
“Gee, I'm... Ahn!” Frank groaned when Gerard increased the speed of the strokes. “Come on," Frankie,” he muttered, encouraging him. “Let me feel it,” he tilted his head and buried his teeth in Frank´s neck. "Frankie..." the vibration of the other man's words being pronounced against his skin, sent shivers down his spine. “Oh god!” Frank's back arched involuntarily, he was so close that he couldn't hold it any longer, even if he wanted.
All his muscles tighten and then relaxed suddenly as a massive wave of pleasure hit him from head to toe. He came hard and it felt so good that he could feel, if only for a split second, as if his body had gotten suspended in the air. He sank his head back on the pillow, panting and noticed that his fingers were still digging in the soft skin of Gerard's back.
He released his hold and that allowed Gerard to shift his body and kiss softly, yet insistently the curve of Frank's shoulder at the same time that he started grinding against his thigh. Frank wouldn't let Gerard to get himself off like that, so he held him by the arms. “Gerard, wait,” he said, still panting. “Just give me a minute, okay?”
“Okay,” Gerard accepted willingly and rolled over to lay down on his back. Frank gathered some energy for a minute and then got on his knees and started rubbing the other man's chest and abdomen with both hands. One of them slid lower and grabbed Gerard's dick. He was leaking so Frank's nimble fingers glided easily along the length of his cock. Now that he was relaxed and blissed out, he wanted to prove Gerard that he could go slow as well, unfortunately, Gerard was already so close to the edge that he didn't have much time for that.
“Ahn,” Gerard moaned in a strangled voice when Frank's tightened his grip around his cock and started stroking faster. He clenched his hand around Frank's wrist and the younger man knew that it was his cue. He leaned down and wrapped the head of Gerard's dick with his lips, only the head while his hand kept working along the shaft.
He started making circles with the tip of his tongue when he felt it. Gerard came with a loud groan and Frank held his dick in his mouth just enough for him to catch a hint of Gerard's taste. He pulled back and shifted his hand, letting the remaining spurs of cum drip on Gerard's stomach. Once that Gerard fell back boneless on the mattress, Frank moved forward and pressed a soft kiss on Gerard's lips before laying down and wrapping his arms around him.
The following morning, Frank woke up with arms still around Gerard's torso. The other man was deeply asleep and Frank stared at his serene expression for a while, but as much as he wanted to stay there snuggling beneath the warmth of the blankets, his bursting bladder made him get out of the bed.
After walking out of the bathroom, he thought that since he was already up, he might as well go downstairs and make some coffee, so he could wake Gerard up with the smell of his favorite beverage. While Frank waited for the machine to start brewing, he remembered that the collage that Gerard had given him was still on the small table placed in the hall.
Frank had meant to hang it on one of the walls in the living the night before, but after they had sex, they stayed cuddled for a long while. The younger man got up first and invited Gerard to join him in the shower, then they went downstairs to grab something to eat. They shared a pizza while watching the latest chapter of some sci-fi show that Gerard liked.
Once the show was over Gerard's full attention went back to Frank and they started kissing on the couch, which led to a heated making out session against some wall – because Gerard didn't wait for them to make it to the bedroom – and was followed by the first time that Frank felt the other man's fingers making their way inside him while Gerard was kneeling in front of him, giving him the best blow job he had received in years. So no, they didn't have time to hang the collage the night before, but it gave Frank the opportunity to look at it closely.
His gaze drifted along the surface covered by pictures, until his eyes fixed on one of the bottom corners. He stared at the piece of paper from that letter that Gerard wrote for him more than fourteen years ago, that read my love for you isn't over.
Frank put his hand on it, felt the texture of the paper under his fingertips and smiled.