turps

AN: Not sure this is what you wanted...I just really have a think for Gerard/Adam.../o\

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If someone should ask (but no one ever does, damnit!) Gerard would point out that he just kind of stumbled upon it – like one does, because the web is endless and big and scary. Amen. He wasn’t looking for it.
What he could not explain is why he kept going back and watching it and wondering.

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“So…you’re being creepy,” Frank says and Gerard looks at him.

“I’m always being creepy, it’s my thing. People find it hot,” Gerard answers.

“Wanna go for a smoke on the balcony?”

“They have a balcony?” Gerard asks. “Never mind, yes I want to.”

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“I mean more than usually and you were staring. Like…” Frank takes a drag of his cigarette, leaning against the railing. The balcony is far away from the main party that you can’t even hear the music. Gerard waits.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re wondering how he’ll taste,” Frank answers grinning.

Gerard can feel his cheeks going pink. Fuck it, seriously. He is so over being a teenager. “I wasn’t… wondering that is. I mean I was, wondering, but not about how he’ll taste.”

“Yeah? What then?”

“Is this a thing? Straight boys making out on stage?”

Frank gives him a look. One that says: are you stupid? Or high? Gerard takes a deep drag from his cigarette. “Adam,” Frank answers exhaling smoke, “can never ever be called straight.”

“That is – not what I mean!” Gerard says, his hands fluttering nervously around. They look like crazy, nightmarish, pale butterflies against the dark sky – he needs to store that image away for later.

“What do you mean?” Frank asks and watches as Gerard takes a drag, bites his lips and tries to gather his thoughts.

“You think we…? Never mind it’s stupid.”

Frank sighs and then it dawns on him. “Oh my god!” he says, turning to look at Gerard properly. “You are worried they look hotter than us!”

“I- NO! I’m not worried they look hotter than us, Jesus.”

“You totally are. I bet you were analysing their technique!” Frank says grinning. “The way they move towards and against each other, and how Adam tilts his head and how his hand looks against Tommy’s jaw, tangled in his hair and-“

“Shut up,” Gerard interrupts hastily.