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Frank had a fistful of Gerard’s hair as he slammed him against the brick wall; they were tired. They were sweaty, and this thing they had going on was getting too serious. They were in the alley behind the small venue where they were about to play; it was dark and cold. The winter had been harsh all season, leaving them with rosy noses and stiff fingers.
Frank's breathing was ragged, each breath making a small cloud in front of him. The frosty air burned his ears as he glared at Gee.
“Frank, get the fuck-“ Gerard tried to get out of his grasp, struggling to pull away from the wall only to be slammed back against it. Frank anchored himself by grabbing a fistful of Gerard’s shirt while the other held his hair.
His hazel eyes were dark; it didn’t help that they were in a poorly lit alleyway. Car headlights smearing past, splashing water onto nearby sidewalks.
The clamber of people crowding into the little dive bar to see other bands play. Excited chatter and X’s written on hands as a band played loud enough you could hear it from the alley.
“Frank... we... this has to stop.” He sounded exhausted and broken. Probably from the wrestling to get out of Frank's grip, but more so wrestling with the feelings between them.
“What?” Frank's eyes softened; he swallowed dryly before speaking through clenched teeth
“Frank I-“
“Lie to me.” He clenched his jaw so tight you'd think he'd crack every tooth in the process.
“No, Frank, it's not like that-” Gerard tried to explain, but Frank wouldn't let him get a word in.
“Lie! Fucking lie to me!” Frank released Gerard's hair.
“Frank-”
“You want to stop?! We can stop! But don't act like this never happened.”
It was quiet between them for a while; they were going on last, and this was for sure going to be a long night. They leaned against the wall next to each other. The cold was starting to settle in a bit. Frank sniffed as the cold started to burn with every breath he took. He rubbed his hands together before stuffing them in his pockets for warmth. Gerard couldn’t help but stare; he could feel the anger, and he knew what he needed to say, but wasn’t sure if he had the strength to say it.
“You’re staring,” Frank said, rolling his eyes before chewing on his lip, his lip ring cold.
Gerard scoffed, sucking in a breath.
“For fucks sake, Frank.” He turned towards Frank, staring until he started to get uncomfortable.
“You know I hate that.”
“Then look at me.”
“Gee-“
“Look. At. Me.” Gee is soft-spoken, but he’s stern, and Frank is being obnoxious and agro before even hearing him out.
“We can’t… keep doing this, Frank. " There’s someone, and it’s serious and real and-“
“REAL?! So what. This is fake?!! Huh.” Frank gets closer, shoving Gerard.
“HUH, gee? Is this fake?!” He pushes him again, harder, and this time Gerard shoves him back.
“God damnit! Stop! Fucking-“ he huffs through gritted teeth and grabs Frank's jacket collar and slams him against the wall this time, and on impact Frank grabs his hair with the same strength while holding Gee’s face in the other hand. They huff from scuffling, both out of breath and freezing but too angry to care. Their faces are close enough that their noses brush against each other. Gee’s eyes shift to Frank's plush, pouty lips and then back to his hazel, manic-filled eyes. They both have each other in a lock, tightly gripping each other, sure to leave bruises underneath their clothes. Frank licks his lips to soothe the burn the winter air has given them. He tries to lean in a bit before Gerard tightens his grip, keeping him in place.
“No-“ Gerard takes a deep breath before letting go of Frank.
“You can’t. You can’t do that anymore-“
Before he can finish, Frank grabs Gee's face with a better grip, turning his head to the side, yanking his hair again in the process and sucking a large bruise onto his neck. Once Frank pulls off, it immediately becomes a galaxy of blues and purples contrasting against Gerard’s pale skin.
“Fine.”
Frank pushes off of Gerard by shoving him away and walking back to the front of the venue, flipping him off.
To Be Continued…maybe :3