Frank's head was spinning, and he couldn't breathe, not with Gerard kissing the life out of him, and right now, Frank really wished Gerard was oxygen, and his body could live off of his lips alone, that way, Frank would never have to break this perfect moment, because he didn't want it to end - not ever.

So Frank kept their mouths firmly pressed together, even after his lungs began to burn painfully, even when colorful spots began to dance behind his eyelids, because Frank needed more - more of Gerard's taste, his tongue, his lips, more of everything.

Gerard was the one to finally break the kiss, his chest heaving and his cheeks stained with color, but Frank only took a moment to observe these things before pressing his face into the crook of Gerard's neck, even though he could have stared at Gerard for years, as he had already proven last night, but right now, he wanted to keep this physical connection for as long as possible.

Mouthing at Gerard's pale skin in-between gasps for air, Frank pressed their bodies even closer together, drinking in the soft moans that fell from Gerard's mouth as desperately as the oxygen he was currently forcing into his lungs, and honestly - Frank would have chosen the sounds Gerard was making over breathing any day, because fuck - they were the hottest thing Frank had ever heard, and Frank wanted to cause Gerard to produce more of them.

And even though the kissing was nice, Frank was selfish, and there was so many things that he wanted to do to Gerard, he barely knew where to start - he basically had a fucking list in his head for fucks sake, but Frank knew which one he was craving most, which was getting Gerard's dick in his mouth as soon as possible.

"Wanna suck you off," Frank muttered determinedly before dropping to his knees with a muted thump, hiding his wince behind the curtain of hair that had fallen over his face.

Frank didn't even wait for an answer from the older man before he began undoing the button of Gerard's jeans, because if Gerard really didn't want this, he was going to have to literally drag Frank off his dick, but if the way Gerard was panting like he had just ran five miles meant anything at all, Frank had a feeling that Gerard wasn't going to deny Frank this.

Frank needed this right now; he needed to feel this connection to another person, and even though he had just been fucked by Gerard last night, simply being around the gorgeous man had Frank's sex drive at an all-time high, and Frank was desperate for more of Gerard's cock, especially since he hadn't been given much of an opportunity to appreciate it before now.

Slipping his hand into Gerard's boxers, Frank gazed upward at the dark haired man who was staring back at Frank, his eyes wide and his bottom lip in-between his teeth as he watched Frank eagerly. Frank wrapped his hand around Gerard loosely, waiting for the accompanying groan that followed, and Frank wasn't disappointed.

Gerard flung his head back as Frank began to move his hand up and down, a strangled noise leaving his throat before he clasped a hand over his mouth in an attempt to silence himself, but Frank quickly grew frustrated with the awkward angle, so he returned to his main goal, which was getting Gerard's jeans off as quickly as humanly possible.

Frank struggled with that though, because Gerard's pants were fucking tight, and he couldn't seem to get them down his legs properly, not to mention that Gerard wasn't helping at all, he was almost hindering the process actually, and Frank was beginning to get very pissed off with the thick fabric very quickly.

"Fucking hell -" Frank grunted out, his fingers fighting with a third hidden button that he hadn't noticed, but seriously - who the fuck has more than one button on their jeans, besides Gerard apparently.

"Here," Gerard finally spoke, removing his hands from where they had been pressed against the wall so he could help Frank shuffle his jeans down a bit, taking his boxers with them as well so finally - fucking finally, his cock sprang free from the confining denim.

Frank had to take a moment to stare, because even though he had gotten a glimpse of Gerard's dick last night - this was different, and now Frank was up close and personal with Gerard's impressive length, and as weird as this sounded, Gerard had a beautiful cock, even though Frank would never actually put that into words, he would probably die of embarrassment if that happened.

It was the truth though, and Frank was sort of in awe over how perfect Gerard's dick actually was. Frank leaned forward slightly, licking away the drop of pre-come that was hanging off the tip before pulling back again so he could observe the small shudder that wracked Gerard's body, causing his cock to bounce upward slightly, and fuck - Gerard was so hard already, Frank's own dick was swelling just from looking at him.

And even though this wasn't a perfect setup, and Gerard's pants were still too far up around his thighs, Gerard made no attempt to move them any lower; in fact, Frank thought he saw him trying to hold them up on the back, but whatever - Frank was too turned on to care by this point, and Gerard's dick was sort of demanding all of his attention right now.

"Is this okay?" Frank asked, feeling a little thrown off by Gerard's odd behavior, not to mention the fact that he wasn't being anywhere near as vocal as he had been last night, and Frank felt the need to make sure he wasn't crossing some sort of line here.

"Yeah - fuck yeah...but Mikey's home," Gerard whispered, his eyes darting toward his brother's room nervously as he spoke.

That should have been Frank's cue to stop, because he wasn't an exhibitionist, and the idea of Gerard's brother that Frank had been considering fucking the other night walking in on them was not a turn on, but Frank was too far gone to stop this now, and every rational brain cell in his body had shut down under the weight of the overwhelming lust that was currently taking over Frank's mind.

"I guess you will have to be quiet then," Frank smirked before wrapping his lips around Gerard's head, inhaling through his nose as his mouth was flooded with Gerard's taste.

Frank moaned as much as he could when Gerard's hips kicked forward slightly, pushing just a bit more of Gerard into Frank's mouth, and fuck - this was even better than Frank had imagined it would be; Gerard was thick, stretching Frank's lips wide over his pulsing length, and Frank felt so used, so filthy, but in the best way possible, which didn't really make sense, but it did if you were Frank.

Frank pulled off for a second, digging his tongue into Gerard's slit so he could lap up the bitter pre-come that was weeping from it, wanting more of Gerard's unique flavor, and Frank couldn't help but groan in delight when the heady taste overflowed his senses, causing an accompanying moan to fall from Gerard's lips.

When Frank glanced at Gerard through his eyelashes, he actually had to reach down and cup his own aching cock, because Gerard was staring at him with blown out pupils and desperation written all over his features, and Frank felt so fucking good, because he was the one making Gerard fall apart - his tongue, his mouth, and he wanted to see Gerard lose it completely.

Deciding to tease Gerard for just a little bit longer, Frank pressed his tongue to the side of Gerard's cock, trailing it lower until he reached his balls, making sure to take his time licking each one softly until Gerard's legs were trembling around him.

"Please..." Gerard gasped out, one of his hands coming down to tangle in Frank's hair, trying to encourage Frank to return to his cock without having to actually form any more words, because speaking was obviously a struggle for him right now.

Frank responded instantly, taking Gerard in as deep as he could go, using his hand to cover the rest of his length that he couldn't fit in his mouth. Gerard keened softly, his hold on Frank's hair tightening to an almost painful degree as Frank sucked down hard, but Frank was loving every second of this.

"Fuck - fuck...oh god," Gerard chanted as Frank began to move up and down, spit dripping from his mouth obscenely as he hummed happily around Gerard's cock.

Frank fucking loved this - he loved sucking cock, because he was good at it, and there was something about the taste, and the weight, and the fact that he was making Gerard feel so fucking good that caused Frank's skin to catch fire, his nerve endings tingling as if he was the one getting sucked off, and Frank had to slip his free hand into his pants, popping the button on his jeans so he could begin stroking his own cock harshly in time with his movements around Gerard's.

Gerard was holding back though, and Frank didn't want that; he wanted Gerard to shove his cock down his throat, deeper, harder, he wanted to fucking choke it on, he wanted Gerard to take control, but Gerard wasn't moving at all, besides for the involuntary twitches of his hips that he didn't seem able to control.

"I want you to fuck my mouth," Frank rasped out as he pulled off Gerard's cock, his voice coming out deep and hoarse, a combination of Frank's arousal and having a dick in his mouth.

"Jesus Christ sugar..." Gerard groaned out, his cock jumping as Frank began to move his hand up and down his length ever so slowly.

"Is that a yes?"

"Fuck yes." Gerard tugged hard on Frank's hair, forcing his mouth back onto his dick roughly, and yes - this is what Frank wanted; he wanted to lose control, to lose himself in Gerard, and Gerard finally seemed to be getting with the program.

Gerard's first thrust was tentative, shallow, as if Gerard was just testing Frank, but Frank was so fucking done with waiting, so he used both of his hands to pull Gerard even closer to him, his head banging against the front door as Gerard's cock was shoved down his throat roughly.

And even though Frank gagged slightly, and he couldn't breathe for a short moment, he didn't care; actually - this is what he wanted, and he tried to let Gerard know that by releasing a loud moan, well - as loud as possible with a dick in his mouth that is.

"Holy shit Frank," Gerard murmured in-between gritted teeth, pushing in just a bit further until spit was dripping down Frank's jaw, but Frank simply swallowed around Gerard, causing him to release a throaty cry that was much too loud, but Gerard instantly quieted himself as he began to move.

Gerard's dick slid in-between Frank's lips quickly, soaked with Frank's saliva, and fuck - Frank wanted to see this, he wanted to watch as Gerard's cock disappeared into his mouth before being pulled back out, but Frank couldn't keep his eyes open any longer, so he simply leaned back against the door, enjoying the feeling of being trapped between the unforgiving wood and Gerard's warm body.

Frank slipped his hand back into his open jeans, palming himself rapidly as Gerard snapped his hips even faster, his fingers holding Frank's head exactly where he wanted him, and Frank yielded completely, letting his body go lax as Gerard's movements quickened by the second.

"Fucking hell Frank - fucking look at you...so fucking hot, I love your fucking mouth," Gerard whispered in a breathy voice, quiet moans punctuating every other word, and Frank could only hum in agreement, his eyes watering slightly as Gerard hit the back of his throat with a particularly harsh thrust.

Frank was getting so close just from this, just from having Gerard use his mouth to get himself off. Frank's dick was leaking in his jeans, the pre-come helping the slide of Frank's hand as he continued to fist himself furiously, desperate for some release from the aching pressure in his stomach.

"So close - fuck...come on," Gerard growled, and Frank made sure to tighten the suction of his lips as much as he could, swallowing deeply around Gerard, keeping him trapped in the back of his throat as Gerard's dick began to pulsate wildly, and it was only seconds later before he was coming - hot spurts filling Frank's mouth as Gerard trembled and cried out hoarsely.

Gerard pulled away from Frank's mouth weakly when he was empty, and Frank could feel come dripping down his chin; he felt messy, and disgusting, and so fucking turned on, but Frank just couldn't get a good enough angle to get himself off, so as soon as Gerard's cock was past his lips, Frank was ripping his jeans down angrily, trying to get his dick out so he could fucking come like he had been needing to for ages.

"Come here," Gerard demanded, shocking Frank out of his desperate race to get his jeans down, and for a second, Frank had almost forgotten that Gerard existed, his need to come had taken over everything else right now.

"It hurts - fuck," Frank whined when Gerard dragged Frank's body against his, trapping Frank's hard dick against his stomach, making it impossible for Frank to touch himself.

"I've got you baby, god - you are so fucking perfect - wanna watch you come, are you gonna come for me?" Gerard asked, reaching down in-between their torsos, and yes - that was just what Frank needed.

Gerard seemed to know exactly how to touch Frank, from the way he dropped his hand down to cup his balls, to the way he flicked his wrist when he reached Frank's tip, and embarrassingly enough, it only took Frank about a minute before he was spurting all over Gerard's hand, his body convulsing violently before his muscles went limp and Frank collapsed against Gerard's chest in a boneless mess.

Frank wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, Gerard kneeling on the floor with Frank basically sitting in his lap as their heavy breathing filled the otherwise silent room, Gerard occasionally pressing soft kisses to Frank's sweaty forehead, but finally, Frank lifted his head, gazing up at Gerard with a lazily smile on his face.

"Thanks - uh, I needed that," Frank chuckled quietly, his voice coming out pretty much wrecked because of the rough treatment he had just received, but Frank reveled in it, almost like it was a badge of honor that he was proud to bear.

"Did you seriously just thank me for letting you suck my cock?" Gerard arched one of his perfect eyebrows at Frank, and now that Frank thought about what he had just said, it did sound sort of ridiculous, but it wasn't necessarily the action he had been referring to, it was more the fact that Gerard had been there for Frank, and he had let Frank use him to drown out the world for a little while, but Frank didn't know how to put any of that into words.

"Uh...yeah, I guess I did," Frank smiled, wiping his mouth discreetly as he stood up on shaky legs, fastening his pants back up in the process, and Gerard repeated Frank's actions.

Gerard held up a finger, signaling to Frank that he would be right back, and Frank watched as Gerard disappeared down the hallway leading to his bedroom, stripping off his shirt - which was covered in Frank's come - as he went. Frank's own clothing had emerged relatively unscathed, besides for the fact that he had been wearing them for two days now, and they were starting to smell, but whatever.

Gerard returned with a new shirt, as well as a wet towel which he handed to Frank, and Frank gratefully wiped his mouth with it. Frank wasn't sure if he would ever get used to how caring Gerard was, but it was really fucking nice to have someone help him clean up afterward instead of being kicked out as soon as the other guy had gotten off, and Frank wondered if Gerard knew how much the simple gesture meant to him.

"So...did you still want breakfast? I don't know if you ate at your mom's or whatever, but I sort of don't want you to leave yet," Gerard asked once Frank was finished peering in the small mirror hanging by the doorway, making sure he looked mostly presentable, and not like he had just gotten his mouth fucked for a good ten minutes.

"Yeah - I'm actually pretty hungry, so if you aren't busy or anything, that would be nice." Frank's stomach growled as if to punctuate his words, and Frank only just now realized it had been way too long since he had last eaten a proper meal.

"I'm never too busy for you," Gerard smiled widely, and even though Frank knew he was probably just saying that, and it was only another compliment that meant nothing, Frank couldn't help the fierce blush that overtook his cheeks, and he knew he would be repeating those words to himself late at night when he needed to hear them most.

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Frank had quickly discovered that Gerard had nothing even remotely edible in his house, so staying in for breakfast was out of the question, and that was how they found themselves at the iHop down the road, the two of them seated in a large booth that made Frank feel oddly isolated. There was too much distance in-between him and Gerard, and he almost wanted to move so he could be sitting next to him, instead of across from him, but Frank wasn't that comfortable with their relationship yet, if you could even call it that.

"Get whatever you want - it's on me." Gerard set his menu down after barely glancing it at for a second, and Frank repeated the process, because he already knew what he wanted, and that was a fuck ton of pancakes.

"I can pay," Frank insisted, because even though he was tight on funds, he wasn't so poor that he couldn't afford breakfast, and he didn't want Gerard to think that he was.

"I know you can, but I want to since this is our first proper date after all, and it's my treat okay - no arguments." Gerard crossed his arms stubbornly, and if Frank's brain hadn't been so distracted by what Gerard had just said, he would have noticed how fucking cute Gerard looked when his face took on a stubborn cast.

"So this is a date?" Frank managed to choke out, picking up his menu again in a pretense of interest so he could hide his red cheeks from Gerard.

"Well yeah - I know I'm supposed to take you out before we fuck, but better late than never I hope?" Gerard asked quietly, and if Frank wasn't mistaken, Gerard's voice cracked slightly, as if he was nervous to hear Frank's answer.

"This is perfect Gerard - seriously," Frank assured the older man, and the smile that formed on Gerard's lips had Frank's blood thrumming under his skin.

"You boys ready to order - oh - couldn't stay away I see?" The blonde waitress asked as she came to a stop at Frank and Gerard's table, causing Frank to shoot Gerard a quizzical look.

"Oh - um...yeah, I might have come here with Mikey earlier," Gerard informed Frank with a sheepish look before turning back to the waitress. "I'm just going to get black coffee."

"Um - I want the strawberry pancakes please," Frank stuttered out when the waitress turned to him with her pencil poised over her small notepad.

"Okay, anything to drink?" she asked cheerfully.

"Coffee's good for me too," Frank finally answered, handing her his menu awkwardly in an attempt to get her away from the table as quickly as possible so he could question Gerard.

"Okay, well my name is Samantha, and just call if you need anything else."

"Yeah - okay..." Frank mumbled distractedly, too busy trying to catch Gerard's eye to grace her with a proper response, which had become a very difficult task since Gerard was staring at the table intently, like it was covered in secret messages that only he could see.

Frank's stomach began to twist violently as Gerard continued to avoid his gaze, and his earlier hunger was almost completely erased as he tried to figure out why Gerard hadn't told him that he had already eaten. It wasn't as if Gerard had lied, and even if he had, it wasn't like Frank was one hundred percent honest with Gerard, but still - Frank couldn't help but feel guilty, burdensome actually, and he honestly wished Gerard had never taken him here right now, even though Frank knew he was overreacting completely.

"Frank...you okay?" Gerard finally lifted his head, but now it was Frank's turn to avoid his gaze stubbornly.

"Why didn't you tell me you had already eaten...I could have gotten something on my own," Frank mumbled softly, still refusing to look up just in case Gerard noticed how upset Frank had gotten over something so stupid.

"Because I wanted to take you out, not to mention there was no coffee at home, so this is a win/win situation for me," Gerard shrugged, reaching across the table to he could engulf Frank's hand in his larger ones, causing Frank to jolt slightly in surprise.

"I - I just feel bad, you didn't have to go out of your way just for me," Frank sighed, but the simple pressure of Gerard's palm, coupled with the way Gerard was tracing his wrist lightly with his index finger had Frank calming down already, and he realized that none of this was important, and he should be grateful that Gerard wanted to spend time with him.

"Sugar...I wanted to, and you sounded pretty upset earlier, so I thought maybe taking you out would cheer you up."

"I like when you call me that," Frank admitted softly, and fuck - he was blushing again, but Frank was starting to get used to the fact that he was constantly going to be reduced to a red faced mess around Gerard.

"Good, because I'm not going to stop," Gerard smirked, and it took all of the self-control Frank possessed to restrain himself from leaning across the table and kissing Gerard within an inch of his life.

The waitress returned just then, bringing their coffee with her, and once their cups were both filled with the steaming liquid, and the waitress had retreated to another table, Frank went back to gazing at Gerard with an adoring smile on his face.

"So...do you want to talk about whatever happened - like I said before, you totally don't have to, but sometimes it helps, and then sometimes it doesn't..." Gerard trailed off awkwardly, taking a large sip of his coffee that Frank was ninety-nine percent sure had scalded the shit out of his tongue.

"I don't really want to explain it right now, because it's a long story, and it's stupid, and being around you makes me forget about all that shit for a little while, and that's helping a lot," Frank sighed, because even though he could tell that Gerard was truly curious about what Frank was hiding, Frank was nowhere near ready to spill his life out to Gerard just yet, and he didn't know if he ever would be.

"That's fine - I will keep you distracted then, I'm good at that."

"Oh yeah - how do you plan on occupying my attention," Frank teased, his mind instantly plunging into the gutter, but they were in public, and Frank really needed to calm down before he popped a boner in the family oriented restaurant.

"Well when I go out, which isn't often honestly, I love to people watch, and like - make up stories about their lives. I know it seems sort of stupid, but it is a really good way to pass the time," Gerard smiled widely, his mind obviously on a completely different track than Frank's, but Frank could sit and stare at a blank wall with Gerard and he would probably find it fascinating.

"Oh yeah - so what is that lady's story?" Frank pointed to an elderly woman seated by herself in the corner, truly curious to see what Gerard was going to come up with.

"Hmm...well, she is alone, so maybe her husband passed away some time ago - not too recently, because she doesn't seem weighed down by sorrow, but she still can't bear to come here with anyone else just yet. This is where they came on the first date, and this place holds a special spot in her heart, so on the anniversary of his death, she comes here to remember him." Gerard's eyes got a faraway look in them as he spoke, and Frank had to shake himself when Gerard finished his story, because he had actually gotten lost in the words that Gerard had woven around him like a soft blanket.

"Wow...that was really good."

"Thanks - now it's your turn...how about...him?" Gerard pointed to a man who might have been in his late forties, a briefcase laying on the seat beside him and a stack of papers on the table.

"Uh - well, he's an important lawyer, or something, but his job has taken over his life, and he literally works twenty-four/seven, and he is starting to regret where he has ended up. Yeah - he has money, and a nice house, but he couldn't even get time off work for his parents funeral, and he has been single for ages. If he was given a chance to go back and do it all over again, he would change everything, maybe take out that girl who smiled at him the other night instead of ignoring her because of all the work he has to do, and...um - that's all I got," Frank chuckled, glancing at Gerard for approval of his fictional tale.

"Wow Frank, you are a natural at this." Frank blushed at Gerard's compliment, but before he could respond, the waitress arrived with Frank's pancakes and a refill of coffee, and Frank was distracted by the steaming platter set before him.

Frank ignored Gerard's stifled giggles as Frank dug into his food, because yes - his table manners weren't the best, but Frank was fucking hungry, and Gerard could laugh all he wanted, but Frank was determined to take the biggest bite of pancakes he could fit into his mouth without choking.

"Oh my god Frank - slow down before you hurt yourself," Gerard chucked, earning a glare from Frank as he swallowed the large mouthful of food determinedly.

"Fuck you - I'm hungry okay," Frank mumbled sullenly, but he couldn't hide the way his lips turned up slightly in a smile he was trying his best to keep obscured from Gerard.

"I see that."

"Thank you by the way - for this, for taking me out, for actually caring enough to call and check up on me," Frank spoke up after a few more silent minutes passed as Frank continued to eat.

"You don't have to thank me Frank," Gerard waved him off, but Frank was determined to let Gerard know how much this simple gesture meant to him.

"But I do...because - fuck, I don't know how to explain this without sounding pathetic, but it's been ages since someone has done this for me, and it means a lot, especially coming from you, because I really like you, and I never thought you would like me back, but you do, and that means the fucking world to me." Frank snapped his mouth shut before he said anything else, even though he already felt like he had spilled too much.

"Oh Frank...of course I like you, and even though this has all happened really quickly, and I barely know you, I feel like I do, and I want to know more, and I know I'm moving too fast, or whatever, but I'm always going to be here for you - seriously, whenever you need to get away, or just need someone to call, you have me okay?"

"Okay...I will remember that."

Frank returned to eating after that, because he had no idea what else to say, and he was trying his best to fight back the horde of butterflies that were throwing themselves against his stomach as Gerard's words sunk in, but Gerard seemed to understand that, and he stayed silent as well, humming a nameless tune as he continued to sip on his coffee every now and then, and fuck - Frank had never been happier than he was right now.

And even though nothing had changed, and Frank's life was still pretty shitty, in a way, it seemed like the addition of Gerard into it had made Frank's existence one million times better, and Frank actually had something to look forward to now - he had hope, and that might just be all Frank needed to make it through another day, another week, another year.

Because even if Gerard wasn't by Frank's side that entire time, there was the slim chance that he might be, and that in itself made Frank want to wake up and face tomorrow, because somehow - Gerard made Frank's life worth living again, and Frank couldn't remember the last time he had been able to honestly say that before today.

I didn't actually plan on updating this tonight, but this just sort of happened, and even though I had no idea where I was going with this chapter, I think I like it.

This chapter is dedicated to BeccaNevarez because your comment on the last chapter literally made my day, and you are seriously like the sweetest person ever.

Well, it's 4am, and I have nothing else to say, so I hope you guys liked this chapter.

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