Gerard has been... feeling weird lately. He knows it's not touring, not the drinking, not the endless slew of groupies and hangers-on constantly throwing themselves at him. Not anything, really... Unless?

He and his bandmate Frank have been friends since... well, since his brother Mikey introduced him to him, when they first met at the Barnes and Noble he and Mikey used to work at, Gerard knew that he would find a great friend in Frank... Unless?

No, how could he possibly feel this way towards his friend? Was it even wrong? Maybe, since most people (especially the media) thought of him as straight, but really, Gerard just didn't care. Did he want to be with Frank? Yes, and probably constantly ever since Frank broke up with Jamia, he just wanted to be there for him.

It was yet another one of those nights when Frank called him and asked him to come over, it happened to be a very rainy night.

Gerard arrived at Frank's run-down apartment, and he knocked on the door.

Frank had been feeling down since breaking things off with Jamia he had been clinging onto gerard like a lost puppy and yet again he had called Gerard over almost like every other night,

frank creaked the door open he looked disheveled like he had been crying maybe even.. "hey.." frank shut the door beside you making sure to be quiet so his neighbours wouldn't complain like they always did

"Hey," Gerard said simply, plopping down on the couch and taking his shoes off.

frank followed after Gerard and sat down on the couch beside him visibly much smaller "I missed you.. I couldn't sleep right without you last night." frank nuzzled into gerard softly wanting his affection

(excuse my grammar I hope its readable still..)

Gerard blushed softly, but just put his arm around Frank's shoulders and pulled him closer, resting his head on top of his. "You did?".

frank nodded his head and looked up at gerard’s face taking in how he looked “yeah. the rain was really hard against my window. not even in the soothing way. it just made me feel alone.” frank curled up into a ball beside you wanting to take your warmth.

Gerard's blush intensified slightly, he wanted to stop feeling like this towards Frank, but he simply couldn't, it was his friend he was falling in love with. "Yeah, it's pretty bad weather.." he mumbled, as he traced soothing circles on Frank's arm.

frank got more comfortable as Gerard traced circles on his arm. it felt so soothing. he felt like an asshole for liking someone so quickly after a breakup but you can’t hide how you feel right? “It doesn’t help with how i’m feeling either..” frank let out a tiny sigh right after he spoke “can you stay the night again?” Frank felt pathetic for being so desperate for gerard but he couldn’t help it that’s just how he was.

"Yeah, I can." Gerard mumbled again, and before he could stop himself, he kissed the top of Frank's head. Oh, he's so fucking screwed. "Um, I didn't m-mean that, sorry..." Gerard's face was like a tomato at this point.

frank froze for a second before looking up at gerard’s face after he had kissed his head, he was also blushing. he looked at you like a puppy. “no-..no it’s okay..It’s okay.” frank murmured “.i’m glad you can stay tonight. it’s so hard being alone Gee.” Frank looked away from Gerard’s face to the carpet

"I guess so..." Gerard looked back at the TV, trying to forget whatever just happened. Yet again, before he could stop himself, Gerard's other hand went to Frank's thigh. "Jesus..." Gerard muttered under his breath, his blush ever-increasing in intensity as he immediately pulled his hand back. Wow, he was being really impulsive tonight wasn't he? What's next, he's going to pounce on Frank and French kiss him? Oh lord, how he did want that, now.

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?

"Um, we can go to bed if you wanna, I'm tired anyway." Gerard yawned and stretched like a cat, his back arching slightly.

frank nodded and stood up. he watched gerard with a soft smile. he loved the way Gerard acted like a cat he didn’t like cats as much as dogs and all but gerard might change his mind with the way he was acting. “..cmon then.” Frank trailed into his bedroom wich was littered with random junk and guitar equipment.

Gerard followed Frank to the bedroom, and immediately got in bed, putting his arms behind his head and yawning again, he crossed his legs.

frank crawled onto the bed and laid beside gerard. he rested his head on the pillow and stared up at gerard’s face. his mind not clocking how hard he was staring.

"Like what you see?" Gerard asked teasingly with a subtle flirtation in his voice.

frank released what he had been doing and his face flushed. he looked away embarrassed very quickly. “uhh-..uhh..” He looked back at gerard’s face and whispered “maybe..”

"Hm, did you always have a thing for me?" Gerard's fingers started to trail up Frank's arm.