A Waste of Time
Title: A Waste of Time
Author: 6_pack_apathy
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
POV: 3rd - Frank-centric
Summary: Frank and Gerard start a casual relationship when the band first starts touring but as the years go on it looks like one of them may have deeper feelings than the other.
Warnings: Sexual content, strong language, drug use
Disclaimer: I made it up.
Frank lit up a cigarette as soon as he stepped outside. His fingers shook with adrenaline and he nearly dropped his lighter several times before actually striking a flame. He took a deep drag, the kind that makes you want to puke your guts out, and tried to exhale as evenly as possible.
Of course he knew things were over. He knew that. He’d known it for a couple of years now - but to hear Gerard say so casually that that part of the band’s image was over now - he felt like he was going to puke again and this time it had nothing to do with smoking too fast.
Gerard stepped out of the building moments later. Even behind his dark Ray-Ban Wayfarers Frank could tell that the red head was giving him a sidelong glance. The cocked eyebrow only proved it.
Rather than immediately say anything Gerard took his time to fish out his pack of Marlboros and lighter from his tiny pockets, light up, and take a tiny drag.
Frank did a mental check as fast as he could: fingers shaking? Keep them in pockets. Eyes darting? Nope, sunglasses covered it. Sweating? Not bad enough for it to be noticeable. Breathing steady? Under control now.
Still, Frank couldn’t get over the way Gerard was staring at him just then. He finally asked when they were both half way through their cigarettes. “What?”
Okay, he could’ve tried to avoid spitting. The way both of Gerard’s eyebrows shot up like a cartoon character getting electrocuted let Frank know that the malice didn’t go unnoticed.
“You’re smoking,” Gerard finally breathed as he exhaled a plume of gray smoke. “I thought you quit when the twins were born.”
Frank looked down in shock at the cigarette that was now being held between his index and middle finger at his waist. He flicked the ashes and tried to remember when he’d bought them. Camel Lights - or Blues now - the same brand he’d switched to back in ’07 so Gerard wouldn’t complain about the taste of his Marlboros. Now seeing the cowboy killer hanging from Gerard’s lips only made him mad. Of course Gerard would switch to Frank’s brand after he’d quit smoking.
“I guess I am,” Frank replied matter-of-factly. He took another defiant drag of his cigarette then felt guilty and put it out. He’d gone two months without smoking so far, Gerard was not worth throwing it away over. “Old habits,” he said sheepishly and glanced in his friends direction before staring back at the ground, “this is my first time away from home and the kids since I quit.”
Gerard wasn’t looking at Frank any more, his head was tilted back with his pointed-nose skyward as he took another drag. “If you think getting back on the road is going to be too stressful-“
“I’m fine,” Frank interrupted flatly, “I already put it out - it was a little lapse. I’m fine.” He rubbed the dead cigarette into the sidewalk with the toe of his boot for good measure.
“All right,” Gerard replied coolly. He dropped his cigarette to the ground and stomped it as he took a step forward. “Mikey and Alicia are in the city, I promised them we’d meet up for lunch. Wanna split a cab?”
Frank looked around from side to side as if he expected to see a sign with a good excuse being held up in the distance. Eventually he shrugged. “Sure, sounds…” he realized Gerard wasn’t listening to him, he was too busy trying to hail a cab, “…good.”
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Okay, I swear if you stick with me I'll actually get through writing this one!
Author: 6_pack_apathy
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
POV: 3rd - Frank-centric
Summary: Frank and Gerard start a casual relationship when the band first starts touring but as the years go on it looks like one of them may have deeper feelings than the other.
Warnings: Sexual content, strong language, drug use
Disclaimer: I made it up.
Frank lit up a cigarette as soon as he stepped outside. His fingers shook with adrenaline and he nearly dropped his lighter several times before actually striking a flame. He took a deep drag, the kind that makes you want to puke your guts out, and tried to exhale as evenly as possible.
Of course he knew things were over. He knew that. He’d known it for a couple of years now - but to hear Gerard say so casually that that part of the band’s image was over now - he felt like he was going to puke again and this time it had nothing to do with smoking too fast.
Gerard stepped out of the building moments later. Even behind his dark Ray-Ban Wayfarers Frank could tell that the red head was giving him a sidelong glance. The cocked eyebrow only proved it.
Rather than immediately say anything Gerard took his time to fish out his pack of Marlboros and lighter from his tiny pockets, light up, and take a tiny drag.
Frank did a mental check as fast as he could: fingers shaking? Keep them in pockets. Eyes darting? Nope, sunglasses covered it. Sweating? Not bad enough for it to be noticeable. Breathing steady? Under control now.
Still, Frank couldn’t get over the way Gerard was staring at him just then. He finally asked when they were both half way through their cigarettes. “What?”
Okay, he could’ve tried to avoid spitting. The way both of Gerard’s eyebrows shot up like a cartoon character getting electrocuted let Frank know that the malice didn’t go unnoticed.
“You’re smoking,” Gerard finally breathed as he exhaled a plume of gray smoke. “I thought you quit when the twins were born.”
Frank looked down in shock at the cigarette that was now being held between his index and middle finger at his waist. He flicked the ashes and tried to remember when he’d bought them. Camel Lights - or Blues now - the same brand he’d switched to back in ’07 so Gerard wouldn’t complain about the taste of his Marlboros. Now seeing the cowboy killer hanging from Gerard’s lips only made him mad. Of course Gerard would switch to Frank’s brand after he’d quit smoking.
“I guess I am,” Frank replied matter-of-factly. He took another defiant drag of his cigarette then felt guilty and put it out. He’d gone two months without smoking so far, Gerard was not worth throwing it away over. “Old habits,” he said sheepishly and glanced in his friends direction before staring back at the ground, “this is my first time away from home and the kids since I quit.”
Gerard wasn’t looking at Frank any more, his head was tilted back with his pointed-nose skyward as he took another drag. “If you think getting back on the road is going to be too stressful-“
“I’m fine,” Frank interrupted flatly, “I already put it out - it was a little lapse. I’m fine.” He rubbed the dead cigarette into the sidewalk with the toe of his boot for good measure.
“All right,” Gerard replied coolly. He dropped his cigarette to the ground and stomped it as he took a step forward. “Mikey and Alicia are in the city, I promised them we’d meet up for lunch. Wanna split a cab?”
Frank looked around from side to side as if he expected to see a sign with a good excuse being held up in the distance. Eventually he shrugged. “Sure, sounds…” he realized Gerard wasn’t listening to him, he was too busy trying to hail a cab, “…good.”
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Okay, I swear if you stick with me I'll actually get through writing this one!