I'll Be Your Gerard If You'll Be My Frank

Make Out Buddy

{Frank's POV}

"What now then?"

"Hm... I honestly don't know. Maybe next time you can take your T-shirt off instead."

He laughed and hit me.

"I'm serious, Frank. What does this mean for us?"

I stood up and stretched.

"Well," I held out my hand and he passed me my T-shirt, "What do you want it to mean?"

"Uh..."

I pulled my T-shirt on and smirked at him.

"What?" He blushed.

I shook my head and sat back down, still smiling.

"What is it?" He demanded.

He was trying his best to keep a straight face but I could tell he could crack a smile at any minute.

"It's just that..." I laid back and put my hands behind my head.

"Just that what?" He was getting impatient.

If I was being honest, I was enjoying winding him up.

"Frank!" He whined.

I started laughing.

"Stop being mean!" He was suddenly on top of me.

"Fuck! Gee!"

He started tickling me.

I couldn't stop laughing.

"Ge-ee! Fuck off!"

"Nope!" He didn't stop.

In between laughing and swatting him off, I managed to grab his wrists.

He was now lying on top of me.

Even though he was more than five inches taller than me, he wasn't very heavy.

Probably because his stomach was always empty.

"Let go!" A grin appeared on his face.

I shook my head.

I waited to see what he would do next.

His smile disappeared and I saw a glint in his eyes.

I opened my mouth to say something but I didn't get the chance because Gerard's own mouth was suddenly on top of mine.

I smiled into the kiss and let go of his wrists.

That was the last thing on his mind anymore though.

My hands moved down to his waist and his ended up in my hair.

His lips moved in synchronisation against my own.

So... This makes it our second make out session in what? Twenty minutes?

Hey, no complaints here.

This is what I'd been dreaming about for the past three weeks.

And... it had finally happened.

He was finally in my arms.

It was about fucking time!

"Frank!"

God, my Mom had a set of lungs on her when she wanted.

Gerard pulled away and looked towards the door then back at me.

"Yeah?!" I yelled back down.

Gerard pulled his hands out of my hair and rested them on my chest.