Book Of Stuff

We Started With Sketches

"Sorry."

"No, no." Gerard placed a light hand of Frank's shoulder "It's fine. Perfectly okay. I was just surprised. You never really talked to me before. I was surprised you'd want to come up here, in the first place."

"Oh..." Frank trailed.

"What?"

"No. Nothing."

Gerard wasn't buying it.

"What?" He said with a smile, poking Frank's shoulder.

"I've always really liked you Gerard, I've just never said anything. Mikey thinks I'm weird for liking you."

"Really?"

Frank looked Gerard in the eye and nodded.

"I've always liked you too, Frank."

Frank smiled, but didn't know if Gerard was really getting it.

"No, I mean...like, like you."

Gerard's eyes got a little wide.

"Oh, oh!"

Embarressment took over Frank and he turned to leave.

"Sorry, Gerard, I'll just go."

Gerard's arm stretched out and he grabbed Frank's upper arm. He spun him around, and pulled him back.

"No, Frank. I really do like you too. Like, like you."

Their eyes locked together and Gerard leaned down and stopped an inch from Frank's lips.

"You can kiss me, if you want." Gerard's hot breath whipped against Frank's lips.

Frank placed his lips on Gerard's and closed his eyes. Gerard's right hand went in Frank's hair as he pet it, and his other hand cupped Frank's face. Frank put his hands on Gerard's waist and he pulled him closer to his body. Frank's bottom lip slipped in between Gerard's lips and they somehow got closer. Gerard pulled back, and Frank whimpered at the loss of the kiss.

"Gee...why'd you pull away?"

"You want more?"

Frank nodded.

Gerard pressed his lips to Frank's again, but Frank was the one to pull back.

"What?" Gerard asked, totally confused.

"No, Gerard...I want more."

"Frank, what do you mean?"

Frank looked behind him to make sure the door was closed.

"Like, you know."

Gerard still looked puzzled.

"Gerard, do I need to show you?"

"Uh...I guess."

Frank pushed Gerard down on the bed and kissed his lips hungrily. Gerard was shocked, but he fell into the kisses, breathing hard. Frank's kisses started trailing down Gerard's neck and back up to his lips. Gerard felt something hard pushing on his thigh and he pulled away from Frank and looked down. Frank blushed for what felt like the hundredth time that hour.

"Are you hard, Frank?" Gerard asked seductively.

Frank answered Gerard's question with a hungry kiss on the lips.

Now Frank felt Gerard push him over so Gerard was on top. A pair of soft lips bit Frank's collarbone, making Frank cry out. Gerard looked at him, smiled, and repeated the gesture.

"Ohh...Gerard."

"Hmm?"

"Can...can you...?"

Gerard understood what Frank was asking for, and his hand moved to the top of Frank's pajama pants, pulling them down slowly. When they reached his ankles, he tore the sweats off and tossed them in a corner that was already filled with clothes. He grinded himself against Frank, making Frank gasp loudly and hook an arm around Gerard's neck. This continued on for a few minutes, Gerard pushing down and Frank pushing up, where'd they'd meet in a spot of ecstasy. Now Gerard was fully hard, so he stood up, and striped off the rest of his clothes. Frank followed suit and took his shirt off, along with his socks and tossed them in a random direction. They stared at each other's naked bodies, and Frank turned to the side to hide himself.