Gerard doesn't actually know where Tonic is, but Mikey does, so he gives Gerard directions.
"Want me to come with?" Mikey asks, but Gerard declines. If he and Frank are going to have a repeat of their first meeting (Which, god, Gerard hopes they are), he doesn't really want his brother there for it. ~ When he gets to the bar, Frank is standing outside, smoking. Gerard takes a minute to admire, well, everything about him, from his ridiculous hair, his pretty face, his slightly-chubby frame, the way his lips wrap around his cigarette and part to let the smoke out... Gerard snaps himself out of his revelry and shoves his hands in his pockets, walking up to where Frank's standing.
"I totally saw you checking me out," Frank says, in lieu of an actual greeting.
Gerard flushes bright red, and Frank giggles as he drops his cigarette and stubs it out.
"No, don't worry about it, dude. It was cute."
Gerard smiles a little, but he still feels like the world's biggest idiot as Frank grabs his wrist and drags him into the club.
The music is loud and the patrons are drunk and the air is full of so much smoke that it hangs in clouds over everyone's heads. Gerard has to admit, as much as he doesn't really like people, if he had to go out somewhere, this would be the kind of place he'd choose.
He's about to ask if Frank wants a beer, but he doesn't even get the chance to open his mouth before Frank yells, "Come on," over the band thrashing around in the corner and yanks Gerard out onto the dance floor and into the press of bodies.
When they get to what Frank deems a suitable place on the floor, Frank gets all up into Gerard's space, forcing Gerard's hands down to his own waist, winding his arms around the back of Gerard's neck and pressing in as close as he can with his body. Gerard's face heats up again, but Frank just smiles, leans in, and kisses the shit out of him. It's nice, amazing, in fact, and Gerard lets himself get lost in it, his hips moving mindlessly to the music against Frank's.
Gerard loses track of time, doesn't know how long they stand there making out and rubbing up on each other, but it doesn't really matter. After awhile, their hips and thighs get all lined up and hit a particularly nice angle, and matching groans come from both of them only to get lost in each other's mouths.
Frank breaks off the kiss and pants into Gerard's neck for a few seconds, leaving Gerard to press his own face into Frank's orange hair, breathing in the scents of pot and tobacco and what Gerard thinks is mango shampoo.
"You smell good," Gerard says, and Frank laughs and says, "You're a weird dude."
Gerard doesn't object because it's true, and Frank pulls back, so their bodies aren't even touching anymore save for Frank's arms and Gerard's hands.
"I like weird," he says, and leans in to peck at Gerard's lips a few more times.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" Gerard asks, and whoa, where did that come from?
Frank's eyes light up, though, and his breathing quickens a little. "Yeah, dude, totally, let's go."
Gerard leads them out of the club, his head spinning, because seriously, when did he become the assertive one here? He's never been this type of guy, but right now he is, and that's enough for him.
"Did you drive here?" Gerard asks, and Frank shakes his head.
"Nah, walked. I live pretty close." Frank tilts his head to the side, motioning down the street. "We could go there, if you wanted. I mean, my mom's home, but my room's in the basement and she never comes down there."
Gerard's eyes go wide. "No shit, dude, I live in my mom's basement, too!"
Frank beams. "I knew you were my kind of guy. Now come on, drive me home." He stops and wiggles his eyebrows. "I've got a big bed."
Gerard chokes a little on nothing, and nods dumbly before leading Frank to his car.
(3/4)
"Want me to come with?" Mikey asks, but Gerard declines. If he and Frank are going to have a repeat of their first meeting (Which, god, Gerard hopes they are), he doesn't really want his brother there for it.
~
When he gets to the bar, Frank is standing outside, smoking. Gerard takes a minute to admire, well, everything about him, from his ridiculous hair, his pretty face, his slightly-chubby frame, the way his lips wrap around his cigarette and part to let the smoke out... Gerard snaps himself out of his revelry and shoves his hands in his pockets, walking up to where Frank's standing.
"I totally saw you checking me out," Frank says, in lieu of an actual greeting.
Gerard flushes bright red, and Frank giggles as he drops his cigarette and stubs it out.
"No, don't worry about it, dude. It was cute."
Gerard smiles a little, but he still feels like the world's biggest idiot as Frank grabs his wrist and drags him into the club.
The music is loud and the patrons are drunk and the air is full of so much smoke that it hangs in clouds over everyone's heads. Gerard has to admit, as much as he doesn't really like people, if he had to go out somewhere, this would be the kind of place he'd choose.
He's about to ask if Frank wants a beer, but he doesn't even get the chance to open his mouth before Frank yells, "Come on," over the band thrashing around in the corner and yanks Gerard out onto the dance floor and into the press of bodies.
When they get to what Frank deems a suitable place on the floor, Frank gets all up into Gerard's space, forcing Gerard's hands down to his own waist, winding his arms around the back of Gerard's neck and pressing in as close as he can with his body. Gerard's face heats up again, but Frank just smiles, leans in, and kisses the shit out of him. It's nice, amazing, in fact, and Gerard lets himself get lost in it, his hips moving mindlessly to the music against Frank's.
Gerard loses track of time, doesn't know how long they stand there making out and rubbing up on each other, but it doesn't really matter. After awhile, their hips and thighs get all lined up and hit a particularly nice angle, and matching groans come from both of them only to get lost in each other's mouths.
Frank breaks off the kiss and pants into Gerard's neck for a few seconds, leaving Gerard to press his own face into Frank's orange hair, breathing in the scents of pot and tobacco and what Gerard thinks is mango shampoo.
"You smell good," Gerard says, and Frank laughs and says, "You're a weird dude."
Gerard doesn't object because it's true, and Frank pulls back, so their bodies aren't even touching anymore save for Frank's arms and Gerard's hands.
"I like weird," he says, and leans in to peck at Gerard's lips a few more times.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" Gerard asks, and whoa, where did that come from?
Frank's eyes light up, though, and his breathing quickens a little. "Yeah, dude, totally, let's go."
Gerard leads them out of the club, his head spinning, because seriously, when did he become the assertive one here? He's never been this type of guy, but right now he is, and that's enough for him.
"Did you drive here?" Gerard asks, and Frank shakes his head.
"Nah, walked. I live pretty close." Frank tilts his head to the side, motioning down the street. "We could go there, if you wanted. I mean, my mom's home, but my room's in the basement and she never comes down there."
Gerard's eyes go wide. "No shit, dude, I live in my mom's basement, too!"
Frank beams. "I knew you were my kind of guy. Now come on, drive me home." He stops and wiggles his eyebrows. "I've got a big bed."
Gerard chokes a little on nothing, and nods dumbly before leading Frank to his car.