"Do you want another smoke?" Gerard asks, ignoring Frank and the fact that they fucking kissed in the middle of a deserted IHOP parking lot.
"You fucking kissed me, you dickwad."
Frank isn't pissed off because Gerard kissed him. He's pissed off because Gerard didn't even give him a chance to get into it and pulled away when it was just getting good.
"Mikey said you wouldn't mind. He said you were into me too," Gerard says, his eyes wide and his shoulders dropping. He waves his hands in front of him and ducks his head. "I'm sorry if I...It's just that...Everything we did. It matters to me. I know it might not look--"
It's Frank's turn to interrupt him. He cups Gerard's face in his hands and licks Gerard's lips open.
Frank kisses Gerard until he can't feel his legs anymore, until they're both panting and Gerard's cigarette is down to its filter. He doesn't pull away for the longest time and licks the inside of Gerard's mouth slow and lazy because they have all the fucking time in the world.
His fingers trail off Gerard's face and down to his neck. Frank wants to be under Gerard's skin. He wants to rip out their clothes and let the breeze kiss their naked skin.
But since they're in a public place and being naked isn't an option, Frank just lets his fingers wander underneath Gerard's t-shirt, circling around his stomach.
When he opens his eyes, the darkness has settled in and the only thing Frank can see is Gerard's upturned nose and his spit slick lips, parting again for another kiss.
Behind them, the cicadas are still singing, and it's like they're the soundtrack of this summer night. The soundtrack of this kiss.
Soundtrack of the summer (Part 2) - Frank/Gerard
"You fucking kissed me, you dickwad."
Frank isn't pissed off because Gerard kissed him. He's pissed off because Gerard didn't even give him a chance to get into it and pulled away when it was just getting good.
"Mikey said you wouldn't mind. He said you were into me too," Gerard says, his eyes wide and his shoulders dropping. He waves his hands in front of him and ducks his head. "I'm sorry if I...It's just that...Everything we did. It matters to me. I know it might not look--"
It's Frank's turn to interrupt him. He cups Gerard's face in his hands and licks Gerard's lips open.
Frank kisses Gerard until he can't feel his legs anymore, until they're both panting and Gerard's cigarette is down to its filter. He doesn't pull away for the longest time and licks the inside of Gerard's mouth slow and lazy because they have all the fucking time in the world.
His fingers trail off Gerard's face and down to his neck. Frank wants to be under Gerard's skin. He wants to rip out their clothes and let the breeze kiss their naked skin.
But since they're in a public place and being naked isn't an option, Frank just lets his fingers wander underneath Gerard's t-shirt, circling around his stomach.
When he opens his eyes, the darkness has settled in and the only thing Frank can see is Gerard's upturned nose and his spit slick lips, parting again for another kiss.
Behind them, the cicadas are still singing, and it's like they're the soundtrack of this summer night. The soundtrack of this kiss.