Gerard P.O.V

"Did you drive here?" I asked, letting go of the door to the bar. I knew that I was too drunk to drive, but it was only a short journey back to the motel. There wouldn't have been any police patrolling that dark, country road anyway. It wasn't a desirable place anyway.

"Yeah. Shall I meet you there?" He asked, a innocent eagerness lurking in his gaze. I nodded with a smile, imploring him to keep my jacket on. I got into the driver's seat, watching him drive off. I hoped that he wouldn't lie to me, and leave me to spend a drunken night alone. If that was to be the case, I would certainly drink myself into a coma and wake up whenever my body decided- unless it decided that my time was nigh. And I died. I shook my head, knowing that I was definitely overreacting. I sighed, pulling out if the dingy bar, trying my hardest to keep my eyes on the road. Everything seemed to distract me as I drove, Frank, the trees, myself.

To my luck I made it back to the motel unscathed, Frank was waiting by the trunk of his car. I smiled again, probably for the millionth time that night, but I was incredibly happy to see him. I was glad that he hadn't decided to make a getaway, and try to avoid me. Especially whilst wearing my expensive jacket- it was my favourite one. I slammed my car door- accidentally- and jogged over to him. He tried to hand my jacket back to me, but I forced him to keep it on until we got inside. When we got to my room, he perched on the end of my bed, his hand awaiting either my hand, or a glass of whiskey. Being as drunk as I was, I filled the glass to the top, sloshing it on the floor. I placed it in his hand, sitting down next to him, pouring the bottle into my mouth. I shook my head quickly, eyes squinting from the strength of the liquid. Frank giggled, sipping from his glass.

"Don't do that, you know that it's strong." He said through giggles, his eyes squinting just as mine had done.

"You can't tell me what to do. You don't know my story." I slurred, drinking some more, before forcing myself to put the bottle down. I laid down, my arms behind my back. I could feel him watching me, but I was too focussed on staring up at the ceiling.

"What is your story?" He asked innocently, looking down at me. He had set his glass on the floor so that he could move without it going all over himself. I opened my mouth to talk, I scowled. What was my story? I thought to myself, realising that I didn't really have one of any interest. The only interesting part of my story was that I was struggling with my sexuality, and that my brother had some sort of death wish against me.

"You know, I don't think I know. There's nothing too interesting. The only thing I suppose that's noteworthy is the fact that my brother hates me- with a passion. And I'm not sure why." My words came out more quickly than I had initially wanted, but Frank seemed to understand what I was saying.

"Maybe he's jealous of your wealth," he started. There was some truth to his statement, and I believed that could've been the case. But there wasn't just that, there was something more to his hatred towards me. "Or, maybe he knows that you're gay, and he just doesn't understand. It's the same with my family, trust me." He said, lying down next to me. I turned my head so that we were face to face. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, and he could probably smell the same on mine. I resisted all of my urges to kiss him, settling instead for staring into his eyes.

"I don't get why people don't understand a sexuality. It's not a mental illness, it's not a disease. It's as simple as being straight I think it's unfair why people persecute us over their opinions." I slurred again, my hand groping the  air beside the bed to find my whiskey bottle. I took another swig from it, gently setting it back down with a sigh.

"Life's a bitch, am I right?" Frank laughed, playing with his hands. At that point, I was fighting all of my urges to kiss him, to never ever let him go.
He did what I was too shy to do, he sat up, climbing on top of me. I was surprised- pleasantly surprised- yet my drunkenness and overactive emotions refused to stop me now. I leant up, holding the back of his head. Our foreheads were against each other, I stared intently at his lips, before he pressed his lips against mine.

I had never felt so happy in my entire life. He was the first guy- first person, that I had ever kissed. The moment seemed oddly magical, like somebody up there had granted me my wish. My wish of receiving love and affection from somebody that I craved it from. I smiled behind the kiss, as his hips ground against the growing bulge in my pants. I sat up, his legs wrapped around my waist. He pulled away, our foreheads still pressed together, my hand cupping his cheek. We both breathed heavily, my thumb stroking his cheek affectionately.
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Song Of The Chapter- Tête-À-Tête by WALK THE MOON

A.N
I hope that you all don't think I'm making Frank and Gerard move too quickly- I mean it's been seventeen chapters now like it's gone above my fifteen chapters before affection rule XD

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