“No, really I want to hear more about that,” Adam says.

Frank turns around a bit shocked. He obviously didn’t hear Adam entering. To be honest Gerard didn’t either (damn this really freakishly silent doors), he just felt his presence.

“Wow, gave me a heart attack here. Don’ sneak up on people like that,” Frank grins.

“How could I possibly sneak up on people?” Adam asks and yeah, Gerard thinks, point. “One of you have a lighter?” he adds as he gets his pack out. “I lent mine to…someone.”

“Sure,” Frank says, Gerard can only stare as Frank lights Adam’s cigarette. Adam is so tall and his grin is stupidly charming and his eyes are really blue. (Gerard likes blue, okay?) His lips looks pliant and shiny and he bets they taste like a girl's.

“I bet you taste like a girl,” he blurs out and Adam stares at him for a second before he laughs out loud.

“That one is new, but I’ll go for it.”

“What? I’m not- it was an observation!” Gerard splutters and wants to take another drag, but his cigarette is burned down to the freaking filter. Great. Frank who was bouncing on his heels back and forth, watching amused, lights another one for him.

“I think he’ll taste like you right now. Like smoke.”

“I have it on good authority that I taste like glitter and rock’n roll,” Adam throws in with a grin.

“You kissed Lady Gaga?” Gerard asks a bit awed. He would totally kiss her too.

“You’re listening to Lady Gaga?” Adam wants to know. He sounds surprised.

“I like…music,” Gerard shrugs.
Adam smiles. It looks warm and happy. Gerard can’t help it he smiles back, a stupid warm feeling spreading inside him.

“You are adorable,” Adam says, quietly. Something in his voice makes Gerard shiver.

“I am kick ass,” he answers and wonders if Adam ever thought about him when-. Yeah, not right now.

“So,” Frank interrupts and he’s grinning again, which can’t possibly mean anything good. “You think we look hot making out on stage?”

“Frank!”

“Yeah; I do,” Adam answers and there it is again this tone in his voice.
Gerard takes a nervous drag.

“Because Gerard is worried we don’t look hot being al sweaty and aggressive, you know?” Frank goes on.

“Frank!” Gerard hisses. Frank grins wider.

“He thinks-“ but Gerard grabs his shirt and shuts him up by pressing his lips against Frank's, hard and angry. He can feel Frank’s grin against his mouth.

“Shut up!” he says, licking his lip.

Adam makes a noise and Gerard turns to look at him. “So, wanna compare notes?” he asks.
The thing is that Gerard really, really does. He lets go of Frank’s shirt as Adam reaches out for him. Adam’s hand big and warm around Gerard’s neck, fingers tangling carefully in the red strands. “I like what you did with your hair,” Adam whispers and Gerard licks his lips without meaning to. This is different, this feels somehow more real and less for it. Gerard wants to ask if it means something, anything to Adam, but there are questions better left unasked. Adam has to lean down: his whole presence blocking out the rest of the world for a few brief moments. So up close Gerard can see the freckles on Adam’s lips and has the urge to rub the make-up away from his skin. He doesn’t, he grabs at Adam’s jacket instead. And then Adam pulls him closer, gently guiding him until their lips meet. It’s not aggressive in the least. It’s soft and gentle, but not hesitant. Adam is a fantastic kisser, Gerard realises and closes his eyes.

“Peaches,” Gerard whispers as they separate. “I knew it,” he grins, letting go of Adam’s jacket and stepping back. It’s really stupid how much it costs him to do it. Frank wraps his arms around him and hooks his chin on Gerard’s shoulder. He doesn’t ask.
Adam looks awed, and rumbled and a bit sad and Gerard doesn’t know what to say, so he lights another cigarette.

~end~