Frank gasped softly when he felt gerard’s hand onto his thigh but quickly pulled away. he was just gonna ignore it. but fuck..it was making him feel something in his chest. was it love? it couldn’t be. Frank hadn’t sent gerard so impulsive. “do you wanna watch somethin?.. Or just go to bed now. I’ll do whatever you want really..” Frank looked up at gerard’s face. fuck.. he did always think gerard was the handsomest man ever. it was really processing now wasnt it?