fic
Title: Gerard Does Not Have A Crush On Adam Lambert or Gerard Is Asexual Just Not With Frank
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Author: mcrnut
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Summary: The title pretty much explains it all.
A/N: idk. 1k words of boys being domestic.
Frank is not gonna lie, he's bothered by it. Gerard sighs helplessly and gives the magazine a dreamy look.
"You have a crush." Frank says.
Gerard looks up, startled. "What?"
"On that glossy idol guy." He picks up the bundle of letters on the kitchen counter and starts looking through them.
"I do not." Frank can see his stiff posture out of the corner of his eye. "I really don't, I just admire his talents, that's all. He's a very interesting person too, you should read this interview."
Frank snorts and drops the bills back down on the counter. "Does his ass count as one of his talents, 'cause you sure seem to admire that."
"Jesus, Frank, you know I'm not into guys."
Frank rolls his eyes. "I don't get why you keep saying that." He pushes off the wall and stands up on the tip of his toes to grab a glass from the cupboard. He flips on the cold water and holds a finger under the stream, waiting for it to cool. "Last time I checked, I had a dick. You also seemed pretty into me last night."
Gerard sighs exasperated, like Frank's the one talking nonsense and closes the magazine. "That's the thing, Frank, I'm into you, I'm not into guys." He meets Frank's look as he fills the glass and bites down on his thumbnail. "I'm not into girls, either, for that matter."
"I don't get it." Frank says. "So, you never wanted to be with anyone until you met me?"
Gerard looks like he's thinking it over, zoned out on the still running water. "You could say that. I mean, it's not because you're a guy that I like you, it's because you're you."
Frank breathes out a laugh and closes the distance between them, leaning his side against the sharp counter. "Well, that's flattering." He takes a gulp of his water and kisses Gerard's forehead, leaving a wet mark on his skin. "What's on tonight?"
Gerard scrunches up his nose and shrugs. "I don't know." He wipes his sleeve over his forehead and walks over to the couch, slumping down. Turning on the tv, he takes a handful of old popcorn from the bowl on the coffee table and glances over at Frank. "Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure." Frank smiles. He looks at the abandoned magazine, split open in the middle with light text and glittery pictures all over the two pages. "I love you." He says over his shoulder and opens the fridge to get out two cans of coke and some snacks.
Gerard has his unfocused I'm-watching-tv-voice on when he says, "Mhmmm, you too, baby."
It's later, halfway into the movie, when Gerard leans in and breathes hot air on Frank's neck, his eyes half-lidded. Frank gets it and takes Gerard's hand, leading him to the bedroom. They're making out like horny teenagers even before they hit the mattress in their chilly, dark bedroom.
"You can't say you wouldn't do him, though." Frank says a little out of breath, pulling back.
Gerard is already reaching for the lube in the nightstand drawer. "What?"
"The Idol guy."
"Oh god." Gerard sits up and rubs three fingers over his eyes roughly. "Frank, why are you thinking about this?"
"I just. You can't not be attracted to anyone!" Frank takes the lube from Gerard's hand and puts it down beside them.
"I'm attracted to you."
"Except me."
Gerard peels his shirt off and starts working on Frank's belt, taking his time. "Yes I can."
Frank leans in to kiss Gerard's paper-white shoulder affectionately. "I don't believe you. What about high school?"
Sliding his hands under the waistband of Frank's jeans, he huffs. "What about high school?" The bridge of his nose is already reddening.
"You're not gonna tell me you never got one single hard-on during your teenage years." Frank helps him get the rest of their clothes and they fall back on the bed. Gerard is rolling his eyes again, both annoyed and embarrassed. Which is stupid because he is naked in a bed with Frank, he should be able to talk about his past hard-ons without blushing. Frank tells him this.
Gerard pushes both his hands into his hair. "It's not about hard-ons, asshole. It's about who I want to be with, it has nothing to do with sex. Or, I suppose it has a little to do with sex, but that's not even the point. It's about wanting to be close to someone, you know, in a romantic sense. And I've never wanted that until I met you."
Frank lets himself slide down so he's lying half on top of Gerard and rests his chin in his hand. He makes a considering noise. "So basically, I don't ever have to be jealous?"
Touching the side of Franks face, Gerard smiles. "Never."
Frank fucks Gerard slow and lazy and it's pretty much the best sex he has ever had. Gerard is desperate and loud and Frank's muscles feel like warm syrup, sticky and slow. They finish too fast, Gerard's nails digging so hard into the skin on his back that it breaks.
"I'm sorry." Gerard whispers breathlessly, running his fingers over the deep marks by his spine.
They have a cigarette and Frank watches the ceiling. He exhales through his nose and turns his head to the side heavily. "I do turn you on though, right?"
Gerard's laugh is loud and startled, and he looks at Frank with wide eyes, all his little teeth showing. Frank sort of wants to hit him and kiss the shit out of him at the same time.
He settles with throwing a pillow at his head.