I was in the kitchen, using up the last of the coffee, when I heard the front door open. I knew that drinking the remaining coffee we had would piss Gerard off - not because it was the last of the coffee, but because I wouldn't tell him - but somehow that was the least of my worries. Though it would be pretty hard to tell him, seeing as he hadn't said a word to me for three fucking days.

As I lifted the mug towards my lips, my back to the kitchen door, I felt arms slip around my waist from behind. I involuntarily tensed, even though I wanted nothing more than to sink into my boyfriend's warmth.

"Is that an empty coffee jar I see, sugar?" Murmured Gerard, home from a day at work teaching artsy kids artsy shit.

"Yes, that's an empty coffee jar you see, Gerard." I said curtly, taking a sip. "Problem?"

He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, letting out a small noise of protest. "Frankie..."

"Yes?"

He huffed. "I missed you."

I set the mug on the counter with a sigh. "You haven't spoken to me for three days, I don't think an 'I missed you' and an attempt at a messy handjob in the shower later on is gonna make up for it, do you?"

He spun me around and pushed me against the counter, his hands either side of me. "No, I don't, which is why I was gonna suggest that I take you out for dinner tonight."

I rose an eyebrow. "Dinner." He nodded. "Right, and where?"

"Your choice." He placed his hands on my hips and I took hold of his tie, twisting it around my hand and pulling him closer. "There's that new restaurant just opened outside of town, the one on the hill, remember?"

"Uh-huh. We can go there."

"Ew, guys, I make food in here." Bert's voice floated into the room, and I glanced over Gerard's shoulder to see him walk in.

"Won't wanna use the table, then." I replied, and he froze, in the middle of opening the fridge. I laughed, but he stayed right where he was. "I'm kidding. For now." I added, smirking as he gagged.

Gerard went to kiss me, but I turned my head so he got my cheek. When he pouted, I gave him a deadpan look. "I'm pissed at you, remember?"

He rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna go shower. Be ready by six, okay?"

I waved a dismissive hand and he walked off, leaving me to pick up my coffee and pray that it wasn't lukewarm. It was still marginally hot, but as I sipped at it, I could feel Bert's eyes on me.

"What?" I said, as he eyed me with an almost pitying expression.

"You'd let him get away with murder, wouldn't you?" He said softly, the same pity in his voice that was on his face. What the heck was he pitying me for?

"Of course I wouldn't."

"Yes you would." He was silent for a few seconds, his hand on the door of the refrigerator. "He could kill your entire family and have no remorse, but within ten minutes you'll be making out like he's not about to go to jail."

I slowly lowered my mug. "I think killing my family is a slightly bigger deal than ignoring me for three days."

He paused, considering, and then nodded. "Okay, yeah. But he could break every promise he's made, lie to you again and again, and completely break your heart somehow, but you'd still let him back with open arms."

"Technically it was my fault he wasn't talking to me -"

He cut me off, his eyebrows rising. "Are you sure, Frank? Because it seems like he was the one who overreacted to a pretty simple and logical question to me."

I set my mug on the counter, and approached him on my way to leaving the room. "I'm gonna go join Gerard in the shower. I'll try not to be too loud when he's fucking me."

~

"Are you actually gonna get dressed?" Gerard asked, not turning around from his position in front of the open closet.

"In a minute." I replied, lying back on my palms and watching him.

We didn't have sex in the end, because, as Gerard said, it would've defeated the whole object of getting clean. He was just cockblocking himself if I'm honest. But hey, I was pretty okay with making him wash me and then watching him wander around in nothing but a towel afterwards. Even though technically I was mad at him.

The black fabric hung low on his hips, water still dripping down his pale back from his hair, which had been forcibly pushed away from his face. He hummed a little, his hips swaying the tiniest fraction as he decided what to wear.

"Suit, or t-shirt and pants?" He asked.

"You're fine as you are." I replied, adjusting my own towel to make sure I was covering everything. "Actually, wait - you're wearing too much."

He turned his head to look over his shoulder, giving me a tiny smirk. "Do you want me to get arrested for indecent exposure?"

"Of course I do. How long in jail do you think you'd get?"

"I don't actually think I'd get put in jail, Frankie."

"Sure you would - nobody wants to see you running around the place, especially with your tiny dick."

"Oh baby, you know full well that my dick is not tiny."

I shrugged, sitting up and crossing my legs. "I was talking about the one on your forehead, but okay."

He arched an eyebrow, turning back to the closet. "Me-ow, someone's had his bitch-flakes today."

"Well someone hasn't spoken to me for three days and has just decided he wants to take me out for fucking dinner."

"No, we won't be doing that while we're eating. We'd get arrested for that, too."

"Good. I hope they put us in separate cells."

"Jeez," he turned around, holding one of his suits by the hangers they were on. "you're really mad at me, aren't you?"

"Too fucking right I am! Do you know how it feels to think your boyfriend hates you?"

The look he gave me was completely deadpan, and there was a pause before he spoke. "Yes, I do." He said. "I've lost count of the times I've felt like you or Bert hate me."

I didn't reply, not even when he took off his towel and threw it on the bed. He got dressed slowly and meticulously, making sure his tie was done properly and his shirt was untucked but not scruffy. He glanced at me once as I watched him, a flicker of a smile gracing his lips as he spotted that I wasn't dressed yet. I hadn't even put underwear on.

He went over to the mirror inside the closet door, running a hand through his hair and messing it up. I got to my feet, padded across the room, and picked up his suit jacket. Clearly this was serious business if he was going to all this trouble. I helped him into the jacket, smoothing out the creases across the shoulders.

"Thanks, baby." He smiled, and I managed a small rise of the lips in return. "Are you going to get dressed now?"

I thought for a moment before shaking my head. "Nah."

"We don't have long until we have to leave -"

I rolled my eyes, stepping back. "Okay, okay, fine! I'll get dressed. What am I supposed to be wearing?"

"Well take a look at what I'm wearing," he turned around. "and make an educated guess."

I grumbled and complained, but a few minutes later I was dressed semi-decently, which was the best that Gerard was gonna get.

He probably thought I was being deliberately petulant, but I didn't care. I wasn't just going to fall back under his spell just because he was going to buy me food.

Though that was a promising factor.

We ended up leaving at six-sixteen, which Gerard was grumpy about, and to be honest I was going to cause another argument if I wasn't careful. I sat in silence for the entirety of the journey, listening to Gerard humming along to some new CD he'd bought a couple of days ago.

He seemed particularly jittery, constantly tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and licking his lips. He just couldn't keep still. I didn't know whether to be worried or not; the only other times I'd seen him like that - that I could remember - was late at night, after he'd had way too much coffee during the day.

"You okay?" I asked, as we pulled up outside the restaurant.

He blinked, as if deep in thought. "Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm okay." He climbed out the car and I followed, letting him take my hand. "I'm actually allowed to touch you?" He mock-gasped, and I rolled my eyes.

"Shut the fuck up, of course you are."

His eyebrows rose but he said nothing else, leading me up the path towards the restaurant. He asked for a table for two, and the girl stood there took us over to a table in the corner, by the wall-length window.

When you looked out of the window, there was a hill leading down to a lake, and you could see it behind all the trees that lay at the bottom of the hill. Around us were other couples or small groups, and it was quiet bar various conversations and ambient music in the background. There was a candle in the middle of the table, and the rest of the lights cast an dim orangey glow around the room.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked softly, and I arched an eyebrow.

"You getting arrested for indecent exposure." I managed to speak with a perfectly straight face, even when he snorted.

"What, so you're imagining me getting pinned front-first against a cop car by some burly cop?" I rolled my lips into my mouth, and he must've noticed, because he smirked. "Might even pretend I'm high so he can search me for drugs. I'll be naked, but there is one place they could be hiding."

"Uh okay no, that's too far." I raised a finger, ready to tell him just why that was too far, when a waitress came over.

"Good evening; have you decided what you'd like to drink?" She asked, a warm smile on her face.

Gerard, amused by me sitting there with a finger in the air and my mouth open, picked up his menu and scanned it. "Could I just have a soda, please?" She nodded and scribbled it on her notepad, and he turned to me. "Babe?"

I blinked momentarily, turning to the waitress. "Uh. The same. Please."

"Okay! I'll be right back." She walked off, leaving Gerard to snort laughter and me to completely forget what I was going to say.

"Better put that finger to good use, Frankie." He said, before collapsing into giggles.

"Dream on." I replied, smiling as he snickered and snorted and covered his mouth with his hand.

"Aw, but -" he began to giggle all over again, his face flushing and his hair falling over his face. "You just want me to get felt up by a cop."

I pointed a warning finger at him. "If anyone's gonna feel you up, it'll be me."

There was a cough beside us, and I saw the waitress stood there with our drinks. She set them on our table as Gerard tried so hard not to burst out laughing, and she got out her notepad once more.

"Have you decided what you want to eat?" She asked, an amused smile on her face.

"Yeah, I'll - uh -" Gerard flipped the menu open, following his finger down the page. "I'll have the...meat feast pizza, please."

"The one with the continental sausage?"

"Yup." He handed her the menu, and she looked at me.

"Just, uh, the tomato soup, please." Gerard's shoulders shook with suppressed laughter, and I was pretty sure I was the color of what I'd chosen to eat.

She nodded, took my menu, and then left. Gerard began to laugh, even when I scowled at him.

"I fucking hate you." I grumbled, and he grinned, rubbing his leg against mine under the table.

"No you don't, baby." He licked his lips, tucking some of his hair behind his ears. "Are you gonna let me kiss you later?"

"No, you're eating fucking sausage!" His grin turned from cute to cheeky in a heartbeat as he let out a dirty chuckle. "Yeah, you're used to that, fucking whore."

"Oh shut up. You're so rude to me."

"I know. But you're the one that wants to get pinned against a cop car." A blush flared up his skin, and I smiled in minor satisfaction. "And I'll only kiss you if you promise to behave."

He bit his lower lip, feigning innocence, but this was Gerard; didn't know how to behave.

~

We ate, he paid, and we walked down to the car a few hours later, hand-in-hand. So far, he'd behaved pretty well - which was surprising, because this was Gerard, and I was waiting for him to like suck me off under the table (wouldn't be the first time) or something. When we got to the car, he pushed me against it, his mouth very close to mine.

"Please let me kiss you." He practically groaned, his hands gripping my hips.

I was painfully aware of the fact that we were in public, but I still found myself licking my lips and seeking out his, placing my hand on the back of his neck. He tugged on my lower lip, his tongue slipping into my mouth, his hands drifting to my ass.

"Mm, Gee -" I pulled away, feeling his hands kneading my ass, pulling my lower body against his. "Anyone could come along -"

"What makes you think I care about that?" His lips went to my neck, his hand to my crotch.

"But -"

"Jesus, Frankie -" he massaged my crotch, and I could feel my pants tightening. "One of the biggest turn-ons for me since I met you was the risk." He looked at me, his forehead against mine. "Knowing that someone could come along any second but still carrying on - it's fucking hot. Listening for footsteps, or voices, and hearing nothing but your own heart beating." He spoke quickly, his breath coming out in small pants against my lips. "Remember that time I got you off in front of the principal? Remember all those times we sucked each other off in the storage closet and the classroom? Remember when you fucked me on my desk?"

"Uh-huh..." My voice cracked as he unbuttoned my pants, slipping his hand beneath the fabric to cup me through my underwear.

"Anyone could have come along. Remember all those times we almost got caught?"

I nodded, leaning my head back against the car, my breathing getting heavier. I could see what he meant; it felt like my body was on fire, my heart thundering too fast in my chest, my fingers weaving into the hair at the back of his head. Someone could come along at any moment - I didn't even know if we were in a dark patch of the parking lot. He could sink to his knees and blow me in public, and really, I wouldn't care.

Being pissed off with him sure lasted long.

"Can you feel your heart beating fast, Frankie?" He whispered, his hands on the waistband of my pants. "Can you feel your hands shaking? God, the thought of being caught is just -" he moaned the tiniest bit, before kissing me hard.

He sucked a little on my lower lip, his hands sliding into my underwear at the back, his cold hands on my warm ass, making me shiver and squirm a little against him. He let out a chuckle, my hands gripping his jacket, and then I heard a sound that made me freeze.

There were footsteps and giggles, a clear sign of someone approaching where we were stood. I pushed Gerard off of me, hastily buttoning my pants and straightening my shirt. My heart hammered beneath my ribcage, but all Gerard did was grin, kissing my cheek and getting into the car.

The bastard was going to kill me one day. That's if I didn't kill him first, of course.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

I'm sorry I took two weeks to update this. I really am. I honestly didn't mean to but things got on top of me and I was thinking too hard and I kept changing my mind about things and ended up not wanting to write. However, I have managed to churn out this drivel for you guys, because I know that a lot of you have been waiting - and I apologise again.

I'll try not to let it happen again, I promise. Two weeks without an update on this is scary. We'll have to see.

Anyway, I'll stop whining now, and hope you liked the chapter :) I said there would be smut, I kinda changed my mind, but whatever.

Thanks Pete,

-xøcharr <3