When I woke up, not only was it the middle of the night, but Gerard wasn't in bed and I needed to pee.

I took care of the peeing problem first, shuffling to the bathroom in the near-darkness, wearing nothing but sweatpants. I closed the door behind me and did my business, still half-asleep. After, I washed my hands, avoided looking in the mirror, and proceeded to shuffle back to Gerard's room.

But I bumped into someone on the way, and I scowled when I realised that it was Bert. His eyes widened, apparently surprised by my facial expression, though I didn't know why. I thought it was pretty clear how I felt about him.

"Where's Gerard?" I said, not even trying to keep the edge out of my voice.

"Went back to his room." He replied quietly. I brushed past him, and I heard him turn around. "Um. Frank?"

I faced him, my eyes narrowing. "What?"

"Do - do you think you could be a - a little quieter, when, y'know..." His cheeks tinted red, and I smirked, knowing what he was getting at.

"Sorry, am I too loud?" He nodded, refusing to look at me, and I laughed harshly. "My bad. Gerard's just that good."

And with that, I continued down the hallway to Gerard's room.

Even with my stuff in there, it didn't feel like my room too. I knew it would take time to get used to the fact that it wasn't just a week-long visit. It was forever.

Gerard was in bed, the lamp on, with his sketchpad on his lap and a coffee in his right hand. He glanced up when I closed the door, smiling a little.

"Hey, you. I wondered where you'd got to." He said, placing his mug on the nightstand as I climbed into bed.

"I was thinking the same thing about you when I needed to pee." I curled up beside him, my head on his shoulder, watching him draw.

He grimaced. "Woke up, needed coffee. When I was in the kitchen, Bert wanted to talk to me." He didn't look like he was going to say anymore, so I sighed, resting a hand on his thigh beneath the sheets.

"What are you drawing?" I asked, my hand slipping beneath his pajama pants and touching the warm skin of his leg.

"Take a wild guess."

I took a closer look, feeling a blush rise on my face as I realised that he'd been drawing me. "Why are you so good at everything art-related?" I almost whined, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "Why are you so warm? Why do you smell so good? Why, Gerard? Why?"

"Someone's tired." He teased, setting his drawing on the nightstand and picking up his coffee. "You need sleep; it's like three a.m."

"You're not sleeping."

"I'm older. I don't need to sleep."

"Yes you do, old man." I poked his arm with my free hand, the one that wasn't down his pants stroking his upper thigh like it was the most normal thing in the world. "You have work later."

"Unfortunately." He set his empty mug on the nightstand and turned the lamp off, lying down. I lay down with him, wrapping my arms around his waist and letting him pull me closer. "But it's my last day before the summer - and aside from a couple of summer classes something like twice a week, I'm all yours until September."

"Mm, that sounds good." His fingers stroked my hair, his cheek on the top of my head, and it was extremely comfortable. "Hey, Gee?" I said a minute or so later, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?" He replied sleepily.

"I ran into Bert on my way back from the bathroom. D'you know what he asked me?"

"What?"

I snorted laughter. "He asked us - or, specifically me - to keep it down next time we have sex."

He giggled. "Whoops."

"Fuck that. I don't quieten down for anyone." I pressed a kiss against his neck. "I love you."

"I love you too, beautiful." He murmured, and with his hands in my hair and his heartbeat in my ears, I eventually drifted off to sleep.

~

I was woken later on by my phone, which vibrated noisily on the nightstand on my side of the bed. I picked it up, seeing that the time was just gone ten-thirty, meaning that Gerard would've already gone to college, and I was alone in the house. With Bert.

What had woken me was a text from Brendon, and I rubbed my eyes, opening it.

Brendon: Get yo' ass on Skype, beeyatch!

I rolled my eyes, climbing out of bed and picking up my laptop. On my way back to the bed, I spotted a note on Gerard's pillow, and I practically jumped on the bed to get to it.

'Morning, sugar (or afternoon, if that's when you woke), you were fast asleep when I left, so I just kissed your forehead and wrote you a note.

You've got the house to yourself today, I took Bert into town before work to meet some friends, and he probably won't be back until tomorrow morning, so it's just us tonight.

Help yourself to food, what's mine is yours now. I'll make something nice for dinner, yeah? I'll stop off at Walmart on the way home, pick up some cigarettes and candles and shit.

I woke up late, so I'm kind of in a rush, but I'll see you later honey.

Love,

Gee xoxo'

I smiled, opening the laptop and powering it up. I read the note several times over as I waited, memorising the curves of his letters and the words he'd written. Then my laptop was on, Skype was up, and I was waiting for Brendon's face to fill the screen.

"How many times?" Was the first thing he said, and Ryan, who was beside him, punched his arm.

"How many times what?" I asked, confused, and Ryan gave me a 'what do you think?' look. "Oh." I flipped Brendon off. "What makes you think I'm gonna tell you?"

"Because..." He trailed off, scratching his chin. "You tell me these things?"

"Uh, no, no I don't."

"How's it going with you-know-who?" Ryan interjected before Brendon could ask me more about my sex life, and I knew immediately who he was on about.

I shrugged. "I don't want him here, but I'm gonna have to deal with it. Any sort of resistance upsets Gerard, so I'm just gonna have to be civil, y'know?" Then I smirked.

"What?" The two caught on. "Why are you smirking like that?" Brendon demanded. "Has he been listening to you and Gerard going at it? 'Cause if he has then that's gross."

"I suppose that's my fault, 'cause apparently I'm too loud."

There was a pause, as they stared at me, and then Ryan snorted, and Brendon burst out laughing. "Oh my God!" The latter cried, laughing so hard tears rolled down his face. Ryan watched him in what seemed to be disbelief until he calmed down, wiping his eyes as his laughter trailed off into giggles. "I'm sorry." He said. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure why I found that so funny."

"I found it amusing myself, dude." I admitted.

"And you still don't know why he's there?" Ryan asked.

I shook my head. "Nope. 'Problems'," I air-quoted. "that's all Gerard says when I ask. I don't know what problems, but..." I shrugged. "Gerard says he's out tonight, so we've got the place to ourselves."

Brendon waggled his eyebrows suggestively, before typing something on the keyboard. "Anyway, I didn't want to Skype you to talk about your sex life." He clicked the mouse, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth, and then something appeared in the chat-box. "Stop the call, check this out, and call me back." It was a link to something.

"What is it?"

"It's the band we've booked for our wedding. You might recognise them."

He hung up, and I rolled my eyes, clicking the link. It took me to a YouTube video, and while it loaded up, I read underneath to see who it was.

Fall Out Boy - Sugar, We're Goin' Down.

I frowned. I hadn't heard of them before. And then the screen faded from black to show me a familiar bedroom, one I'd spent time in a lot, with Brendon and Ryan.

It was Pete's room, and as I watched, four people walked in. I recognised Joe Trohman and Andy Hurley, the former picking up a guitar and the latter sitting behind the large drum kit at the back of the room. Pete was there, picking up a bass, and so was Patrick, who also had a guitar, and he stood by the microphone. I pulled the laptop closer, turning the volume up as the music started.

They were good - no wait, they were amazing, totally deserving of playing at the wedding. They had a real pop-punk vibe to them, yet that wouldn't be how I'd describe them. I didn't know how to describe them apart from awesome. I couldn't wait to see them live.

How had they hidden this from me?

The minute the song ended, I listened to it three more times before calling Brendon back.

"That took you a while." He commented, and my eyebrows rose.

"What did you do with Ryan?" I asked, and he smirked.

"Cleaning up."

My eyebrows threatened to disappear into my hairline. "You work fast."

Ryan reappeared then, sitting on Brendon's lap, so Brendon had to move the laptop so I could see both of them. "What can I say?" He said, turning his gaze to the boy on his lap. "He's good."

"Wait, what?" Ryan said, clearly confused. He saw Brendon's smirk and grimaced. "Now what have you said?"

"Nothing, baby."

He turned to me. "I spilled my coffee, okay? Whatever Bren's suggested, it's not true."

"Okay." I said, as if I didn't believe him, and Brendon laughed. "Anyway, good choice of band. I think I recognise the bass player. What's his name?" I tapped my chin, as if I was thinking. "P...P...Percy? Patrick? No wait, that's the singer. P..."

"Pete?" Brendon said, and I pointed at him.

"That's the one! I knew it was something like that!" I grinned. "Seriously, though - they're amazing! How did I not know they were up to this?"

Ryan shrugged. "We didn't either, until Hayley sent me the link. She was just as surprised as us."

"I'm gonna kill Pete when I next see him. How dare he keep that a secret from me?"

"I've already killed him." Brendon's expression turned dark. "For lack of speech."

Ryan rolled his eyes. "Babe, it's two weeks -"

"And if it's not done now - which it isn't - then it'll never be done. You know Pete."

"I have faith in him." He looked at me. "You'll get yours done, won't you, Frank?"

I nodded. "Of course I will. I'll ask Gerard to help me tonight."

"That's if you can keep your hands off each other." Brendon muttered, and I flipped him off.

"I'm sure you two are just as bad."

We talked for another hour or so, and then they had to go, because they were meeting Pete, Patrick and several others. I turned my laptop off, slipping out of bed and wandering towards the kitchen in search of something edible. It was after one by this time, and my stomach was rumbling, but I also decided I needed to pee, so I made a detour to the bathroom. While there, I brushed my teeth before actually going to the kitchen, and opening the fridge door.

Despite there being actual food to make meals with, when I looked in the freezer I saw ice cream, and my mind was made up. I took the tub and a spoon into the front room, sitting on the couch and turning on the TV.

There was some kind of documentary about cross-dressing on. I didn't know what it was about - cross-dressing, obviously, but you know what I mean - but I watched it anyway; it seemed interesting. Dressing up in lingerie counts as cross-dressing, doesn't it?

Oh, crap. It probably does. Whoops.

~

Arms slipped around my shoulders from behind, crossing around my neck, and I was worried it was Bert coming to strangle me for a second - until I saw the promise ring, almost identical to mine.

"Ugh, I missed you." Gerard's voice said from behind me, pressing his lips to my neck. "I kept getting distracted in class and thinking about you." His lips travelled to my cheek, and over my jaw. "It's a good job I have self-control."

I hadn't realised the hours had passed, but when I glanced towards the clock, I saw that it was nearly four-thirty; the time Gerard would be home.

He came around the side of the couch, sitting beside me and swinging his right leg over both of mine. He was officially sitting on my lap, but I didn't care - in fact, it was quite comfy.

"How much did you miss me?" I asked, pulling him closer by his tie.

"Mm, a lot." He attached his lips to my neck, placing hot open-mouthed kisses on my skin.

"On a scale of one to ten?" I pulled his tie harder, my hand drifting towards the inside of his thigh. "One being not at all, ten being 'I want you to fuck me so damn hard right now'."

"Maybe an eight." I began to palm him through his jeans, and he let out a low groan. "Or a nine."

"Relax, Mr Way." I breathed, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, freeing him from the material. His shoulders slumped a little, his forehead hitting my shoulder, and his hands went to the back of the couch, either side of me. "Relax."

I started stroking him slowly, his skin warm in my palm, and if he wasn't aroused before, he was now. He kissed down my neck to my shoulder, my lack of shirt being an incredibly great idea. My movements gradually got faster, my thumb brushing over the tip, and he gasped, rocking his hips towards me.

"Ten, fuck - Frank, ten, just - please - I want -"

And then the front door opened, just as the loudest moan fell from his lips.

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Wahey! That's the second chapter done!

It took longer than I thought, my bad, but there's smut to make up for it so;) smut always makes up for it, right?

There will be smut in the next chapter anyway *shrugs*

Uh what else was I gonna say...fuck I can't remember. Why lofe? (apparently it's lofe now, not life)

I got kik today, therevengeparade, message me if you want - to ask questions, to say hi, to...whatever...just message me, I got it to talk to you guys, and if I'm not talking to you guys then why the heck do I have it?

I don't think there's anything else to say, apart from I'm changing my sign-off...idk what to yet, I'm gonna experiment for a while.

Let's see...

We'll meet again...

-xorvnge