It's almost pitch black and the song of the cicadas is the only thing they can hear. It's still hot but there is a breeze blowing through the parking lot, cooling off the sweat on their skin and making Frank shiver.
He lights up a cigarette and passes his lighter to Gerard, brushing his knuckles over Gerard's fingers in the process.
There are a few fireflies swirling around their heads, buzzing and flickering in the air and it feels just like being home.
It's not home though. They're in Kansas tonight and they'll even further away from home tomorrow.
Frank leans back against the side of the van and watches the fireflies as they dance around the cigarette smoke.
They've put a lot of miles in the van but the old piece of junk is still running. It's not the most comfortable thing to sleep in but Frank is getting used to it and he can't really complain. He's doing what he loves with the people he loves.
"Mikey said I should stop tip toeing around you," Gerard announces as he shoves the lighter back in the pocket of Frank's hoodie.
"About what?" Frank asks, because what the fuck are they even talking about now? They were discussing Spiderman and how he would do against the Green Lantern not two minutes ago, and Frank is confused as hell right now.
Gerard's fingers twitches as he takes another drag on his cigarette. He crooks his mouth and blows the smoke upwards.
"Gee. What is it about? Is it because I called Spiderman a pussy?"
Gerard shakes his head and smiles, lopsided and a little red in the face.
"What is it then? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
Now Frank is a little worried. Maybe they want to ditch him. Maybe they came to their sense and decided he wasn't good enough to be in the band.
"You know I like you, right?" Gerard finally asks as he starts staring into Frank's eyes, all intent and weird.
Frank doesn't like the sound of that. His last girlfriend said the exact same thing before dumping his ass. "I guess."
"Hmm. This isn't as easy as Mikey made it sound," Gerard mumbles to himself.
Fucking Mikey. Frank would never thought he could be such a fucking jerk. Of course, booting him off the band isn't going to be easy. He's in his favorite band, for fuck's sake.
"Listen, man," Franks says, inching towards Gerard and stomping on his half smoked cigarette, "if you're going to do it, do it now and quick, and don't let --"
Gerard interrupts him by snaking an arm around Frank's waist and pulling him close. Then he's pressing their mouth together and Frank's brain finally catches up with the program.
"You like me," he mutters when Gerard breaks the kiss.
It's not like there weren't signs. Frank discarded most of them as Gerard being Gerard.
They can do some really fucked up shit when they're drunk, mostly giving each other messy handjobs in the back of the van or making out on stage to get the crowd riled up. There's no such thing as personal space when you're touring in a little box. Sleeping all over each other and dry humping each other to get rid of the morning wood didn't seem like such a big deal.
But maybe it was.
"Now and quick," Gerard breathes out. He lets go of Frank and takes another deep drag in his cigarette, leaning back against the van like nothing happened.
Soundtrack of the summer ( Part 1) - Frank/Gerard
He lights up a cigarette and passes his lighter to Gerard, brushing his knuckles over Gerard's fingers in the process.
There are a few fireflies swirling around their heads, buzzing and flickering in the air and it feels just like being home.
It's not home though. They're in Kansas tonight and they'll even further away from home tomorrow.
Frank leans back against the side of the van and watches the fireflies as they dance around the cigarette smoke.
They've put a lot of miles in the van but the old piece of junk is still running. It's not the most comfortable thing to sleep in but Frank is getting used to it and he can't really complain. He's doing what he loves with the people he loves.
"Mikey said I should stop tip toeing around you," Gerard announces as he shoves the lighter back in the pocket of Frank's hoodie.
"About what?" Frank asks, because what the fuck are they even talking about now? They were discussing Spiderman and how he would do against the Green Lantern not two minutes ago, and Frank is confused as hell right now.
Gerard's fingers twitches as he takes another drag on his cigarette. He crooks his mouth and blows the smoke upwards.
"Gee. What is it about? Is it because I called Spiderman a pussy?"
Gerard shakes his head and smiles, lopsided and a little red in the face.
"What is it then? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
Now Frank is a little worried. Maybe they want to ditch him. Maybe they came to their sense and decided he wasn't good enough to be in the band.
"You know I like you, right?" Gerard finally asks as he starts staring into Frank's eyes, all intent and weird.
Frank doesn't like the sound of that. His last girlfriend said the exact same thing before dumping his ass. "I guess."
"Hmm. This isn't as easy as Mikey made it sound," Gerard mumbles to himself.
Fucking Mikey. Frank would never thought he could be such a fucking jerk. Of course, booting him off the band isn't going to be easy. He's in his favorite band, for fuck's sake.
"Listen, man," Franks says, inching towards Gerard and stomping on his half smoked cigarette, "if you're going to do it, do it now and quick, and don't let --"
Gerard interrupts him by snaking an arm around Frank's waist and pulling him close. Then he's pressing their mouth together and Frank's brain finally catches up with the program.
"You like me," he mutters when Gerard breaks the kiss.
It's not like there weren't signs. Frank discarded most of them as Gerard being Gerard.
They can do some really fucked up shit when they're drunk, mostly giving each other messy handjobs in the back of the van or making out on stage to get the crowd riled up. There's no such thing as personal space when you're touring in a little box. Sleeping all over each other and dry humping each other to get rid of the morning wood didn't seem like such a big deal.
But maybe it was.
"Now and quick," Gerard breathes out. He lets go of Frank and takes another deep drag in his cigarette, leaning back against the van like nothing happened.
"You just kissed me."