"Gee?" Frank asked as the two cuddled on Gerard's couch a few days later.

"Yeah?" The red head answered, turning to face the punk. Their arms were wrapped around each other as they absently watched TV.

"Why don't you wear your pastel clothes anymore?" He asked quietly, looking down at the boy in his arms.

Gerard shrugged, not looking away from the screen. Frank frowned, shifting to pause the television.

"No really, why?" He asked again, nudging the boy's side with his thumb.

"I..." The boy pointedly trailed off, "I don't want to."

"Why don't you?"

"I- I don't know... I just, it doesn't give me the comfort it used to." Gerard settled on saying. It wasn't really the truth but it wasn't exactly a lie.

The real reason he had stopped was because he couldn't find it in himself to be the person he was before. It really was ridiculous how broken he felt after Frank ditched him.

"Aw, I miss your cute overalls." Frank whined quietly, laughing when the red head blushed and looked down.

The two were quiet for a moment before Frank lifted Gerard's chin up and placed a small kiss. Gerard tried to return it, but he was still quite new at showing affection, so he accidentally ended up slapping Frank's cheek instead of carefully placing his hand over it.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry-"

"S'okay." The other whispered with a smile before repeating his action, this time slowly bringing Gerard's hand to his cheek. The red head shuffled around so that their positioning was a bit more comfortable.

They kissed passionately, Gerard trying his hardest not to accidentally sneeze or something random like that. He slowly trailed his hand down Frank's cheek and to his neck. The red head gripped the hair on Frank's neck softly, hesitant about initiating anything.

Though the moment he heard Frank's little groan of appreciation, he mentally fist bumped the air. Frank carefully ran his tongue along Gerard lower lip, wordlessly asking for entrance.

Gerard however, didn't take it as that, and instead pulled back immediately and made a grossed out face.

"What was that for?" He asked with red cheeks.

Frank laughed with a raised eyebrow, "Is this your first make out session?"

Gerard chocked on air, coughing violently.

"F-First m-make out session? No- no, I've had.. sex before. Actually, um, I'm such a pro- I-I did it when I was like... ten- fuck no-" Gerard was practically having a mental breakdown, Frank giggling a little at the other.

"Gee, it's fine if I was your first kiss. I think it's cute." He smiled warmly, brushing a strand of hair away from the boy's face.

"It's not, but thanks for saying that." Gerard blushed, kissing the side of Frank's mouth as he got up slowly.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." He explained softly, almost tripping as he made his way to the small room.

Gerard gingerly made his way to the restroom, taking little breaths as he did. He had to mentally psych himself up to have Frank's tongue in his mouth.

Maybe it wouldn't feel so weird once he got used to it...

The boy fixed himself up a bit in the bathroom mirror, before hurrying back to Frank. The punk smiled when the boy came back, petting his lap invitingly.

Gerard snickered with a blush as he took a seat, "You're cute."

"Why thank you." Frank smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to Gerard's lips again. The kiss started out slow, just like the last one.

The red head shifted so that he was seated on the boy's lap, his arms wrapped around Frank's neck. He felt himself being pulled closer by Frank as he felt the same unfamiliar feeling of Frank's tongue along his lower lip.

He grimaced a bit internally as he opened his mouth a bit, humming in surprise when the boy licked the roof of his mouth. Gerard tried his hardest not to move away, and after a while, he started to actually quite like the feeling.

He even found himself sucking experimentally on Frank's tongue, earning a soft moan in return. They kissed for a bit longer before Gerard pulled away with a proud grin.

"How was that?" He asked with a giggle, absently tracing patterns on Frank's tattooed neck.

"It was great." Frank smiled warmly, chuckling before kissing Gerard's cheek. "I should probably go though."

The red head pouted before nodding weakly, "You better come back tomorrow."

"We have school tomorrow, Gee." Frank laughed.

"Well- you better wait for me at the school gates tomorrow." He settled on saying.

"Sounds like a plan." The black haired boy grinned, pressing a chaste kiss on Gerard's lips before leaving.

The red head felt himself smile as he thought about the two of them. He practically skipped back to his room, giddy with excitement.

- -

"Geetard, you're in the way." Tim sighed as Gerard walked down the hallway.

"Maybe you're just not coordinated enough to fucking walk normally." Gerard grumbled under his breath, shrieking when he felt himself being shoved up against the lockers.

This was becoming a regular occurrence for him, he supposed.

"What'd you say to me?" Tim growled lowly, pushing the boy's chest with more force.

Gerard rolled his eyes, squirming as he tried to escape the boy's grasp.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Frank demanded as he appeared next to the two.

Tim instantly let go of Gerard as he stepped back, "Nothin'.." He mumbled.

Frank looked over at the red head for confirmation, causing Gerard to gulp nervously. He could feel Tim glaring at him, so he just nodded furiously.

Tim looked pleased, but Frank just looked skeptical. As the brown haired boy went to move away, Frank kicked him really hard in the shin.

Tim groaned loudly and bolted away, limping. The punk boy sighed before walking over to the wide-eyed Gerard.

"Frank... you didn't have to kick him." The red head mumbled, kissing Frank on the cheek.

"Hey, you said I couldn't punch anyone. You never said anything about kicking." Frank defended, connecting their lips gently.

"Oh my fucking god-" Gerard mumbled with an unimpressed face.

Frank laughed at that and made a little noise of victory in return. The red head shook slightly when the punk boy kissed him again, harder this time.

Frank continued attacking his lips as he felt his back being pressed against the lockers.

"Frank," Gerard got out between kisses, "c-class-"

"Skip?" Frank asked when he pulled back, leaving only a small space between the two of them.

"Can't." The boy laughed, dodging Frank's attempt to start making out again.

"Why?" The boy pouted, rubbing little circles on Gerard's hips.

"Because," Gerard stated like it was obvious, "I have art next... But we can leave after lunch?" He compromised.

"Deal." Frank boy grinned, kissing his cheek before pulling away completely to head to his class.

As Frank sauntered to his own respective class, Gerard couldn't help but feel his heart thump a little faster. Who knew that the physical embodiment of a rollercoaster, could manage to get such a sweet boyfriend?

Well, sweet according to him, not Tim or Bob.

And somehow, the fact that him and Frank had fought made him feel closer to the other. As if, if they hadn't, their relationship wouldn't feel as intimate and appreciated.

Because you can't really have the sweet without the sour, and Gerard learned that the hard way.

Maybe everything would turn out sweet. Maybe a month from now, Gerard would go back to wearing flower crowns and overalls. Maybe a week from now, Bob and Tim would both apologise for being such assholes.

And maybe, six years from now, Frank would propose to Gerard.

But that's just a maybe, Gerard supposed.

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hey lads, that's a wrap!! hope you guys liked that :) the ending was a bit rushed but woops