HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEE!
CAPS ARE COOL WITH EVERYONE, RIGHT? 'CAUSE IT'S MY MOTHERFUCKING BIRTHDAY AND I WILL CAP ALL OVER THE PLACE IF I SO WISH :D. KAY? COOL. IT IS LATE AND I SHOULD BE SLEEPING.
AND, A BIT OF FIC...FRANK/GERARD. ARGUMENTS, AN AIRPORT, AND SEX.
ALSO, FOR ANON. AND I'M GONNA GET BACK TO YOUR EMAIL WHEN I GET UP.
Frank doesn't usually argue with his wife, really, practically never. It's like, against the law or something in their house. And Gerard doesn't usually argue with his, much. That people see. He picked a fiery lady to marry, okay? And pregnancy just blew what he thought was fiery, right outta the window.
So it's awkward when Gerard calls and tries to air his problems to Frank because Jamia overhears and calls Lindsey, who of course explains why Gerard just has to stay with them for a few days or she'll seriously lose it with him. Jamia understands and takes her side, while Frank takes Gerard's, and that's how they start arguing as Gerard desperately catches the first flight across the country to get out of Lindsey's hair for a while.
It's such an argument that it gets childish, and even after a short and restless sleep they're still at it. "You'd better go meet him at the airport," Jamia tells him, "and make sure he won't be complaining about how hard his life is when he gets here."
"Why is wallpaper that important to you people, anyway?" Frank asks.
"You people? She just wants things decorated nicely for when the baby comes. Not everything has to be blood red, Frank! You always side with him. Anyone would think you married him, not me."
That's not fair, not really. They both know it, but they also both know she won't apologize until Gerard's arrived and gone home again. It'll come, it's just that Frank will have to wait. So for now he storms out and drives to the airport.
Ages. He has to wait for fucking ages before Gerard appears. Out of cigarettes, mostly half wasted as he runs back and forth between the parking lot and arrivals just so as not to miss Gerard coming in, Frank's frazzled and tired and about to snap at the next asshole who tells him to cheer up as they pass by.
The next person who does it happens to be Gerard. He creeps up on Frank from behind, looking pale and clutching his coffee tight in both hands.
"Dude, where'd you come from? You were supposed to be walking towards me, not from... you have coffee?"
"Yeah," Gerard grins and hands the paper cup to Frank, "I've been wandering around for half an hour looking for you."
"You should've just called me. You holding up okay?" he asks, sneaking his arm through Gerard's and stearing him through the crowds.
"Mm, yeah. Can I tell you a secret? You gotta promise you won't breathe a word of it though."
Frank laughs, finishing the coffee and dropping the cup into the nearest trash can. "Spill."
"I didn't really hate the wallpaper," Gerard says quietly.
Wide-eyed, Frank says, "What?! Then why-"
"I was being stupid, alright? Everything's gone so smoothly lately. Lindsey wants this and that and I like it all, I agree with her. But it's too easy," Gerard admits, "I just wanted to... rebel? Just a little, and then it turned into this huge thing and I couldn't just say I was fine with it after all that."
"If all you wanted was a little rebellion..." Frank starts, eyes flashing mischievously as he changes the direction they're heading in. He pulls Gerard into the room with the stick figure man on the door, and shoves him inside a cubicle, closing and locking the door behind him.
"Frank, what are you-"
"Shhh," Frank says, a group of people having come in straight after them, "someone'll hear you."
There's no arguing with that statement, not really, but it doesn't stop Gerard from trying, so Frank kisses him slow and deep, eases the backpack from Gerard's shoulders and drops it on the floor at their feet. Gerard sighs, but doesn't push him away; it's been too long since they did something like this. Anything like this. Especially in a public bathroom. Gerard has his arms around Frank's neck as they kiss, and Frank turns his head really fast to spit on his hand before he slips it down the back of his loose jeans and starts fingering himself for what he wants.
Whether it's because he knows what Frank's doing, or didn't even notice, Frank isn't sure, but Gerard doesn't ask any questions, starts rubbing Frank through his jeans and grinding against his thigh. "Pants down," Frank half moans, "now, c'mon," and helps, even though Gerard's going as fast as he can.
"I think you just broke the zipper," Gerard complains, shoving his boxers down, too. Frank shrugs, not caring, kneels down and sucks Gerard's dick until he's fully hard and pulling on Frank's hair.
"I'm helping you rebel," Frank eventually says, wiping his mouth dry and turning to the door. "Gotta be quick, though."
Like that's going to be a problem.
Frank gets his jeans down around his knees and leans against the door on his elbows and forearms, head resting where they're cossed over. "Okay, fuck. Fuck, Gerard pants quietly, "haven't done this in forever." He sounds excited though, so Frank says nothing to encourage him further, looks over his shoulder as Gerard presses against him.
Frank inhales sharply as Gerard eases inside of him. It would've been easier with real lube and a condom, smoother, but since when is 'easy' any fun? Easy doesn't burn and stretch and take your breath away through sheer pleasure.
Frank pushes back immeditately, and Gerard alternates between pressing his fingers into the fleshy parts of Frank's hips, and having one hand braced against the door and the other across Frank's stomach as he fucks him fast and hard, panting into Frank's hair.
They can afford to make a little noise, covered by the near constant sounds of the hand dryer or running water, but choose to stay mostly silent, except for a few strained and out of breath curses when Gerard finally wraps a hand around Frank's cock and pumps him in time with the thrust of his hips. The door rattles lightly under their weight against it, but only lightly, barely registering as noise, and certainly quieter than the, "Oh fuck, fuck," Frank utters at the exact moment the dryer shuts off and the room goes silent, when Gerard pushes harder, up on his toes and the angle just does it for Frank.
He comes, over Gerard's fist and the door, and Gerard keeps going, fucks him gently through it, kissing Frank's neck and then speeding back up as Frank relaxes breathlessly against the door. A few stuttering thrusts and a slightly too hard bite of his bottom lip to keep quiet, and Gerard exhales long and hard, shakily as he jerks through his own orgasm.
He rests his head on Frank's shoulder for just a minute before pulling up his clothes and handing Frank a wad of tissues. "You go out first," Frank grins, a quick press of lips to Gerard's cheek as he passes Gerard his backpack. He's about to lock the door when it gets pushed open and Frank is faced with a shocked looking man, obviously having seen Gerard just exit the cubicle. "Do you mind? I'm trying to piss here," Frank says quickly, as serious sounding as he can, and then shuts the door again in mock disgust. He hears Gerard snigger on the other side and shouts, "Hey, Gee. You wanna hold it for me? Sprained my wrist, doc says I shouldn't lift anything heavy."
Gerard's waiting, blushing and trying not to laugh, as Frank comes out. "C'mon, let's go before that guy you accidentally flashed, calls for security."
AND, A BIT OF FIC...FRANK/GERARD. ARGUMENTS, AN AIRPORT, AND SEX.
ALSO, FOR ANON. AND I'M GONNA GET BACK TO YOUR EMAIL WHEN I GET UP.
Frank doesn't usually argue with his wife, really, practically never. It's like, against the law or something in their house. And Gerard doesn't usually argue with his, much. That people see. He picked a fiery lady to marry, okay? And pregnancy just blew what he thought was fiery, right outta the window.
So it's awkward when Gerard calls and tries to air his problems to Frank because Jamia overhears and calls Lindsey, who of course explains why Gerard just has to stay with them for a few days or she'll seriously lose it with him. Jamia understands and takes her side, while Frank takes Gerard's, and that's how they start arguing as Gerard desperately catches the first flight across the country to get out of Lindsey's hair for a while.
It's such an argument that it gets childish, and even after a short and restless sleep they're still at it. "You'd better go meet him at the airport," Jamia tells him, "and make sure he won't be complaining about how hard his life is when he gets here."
"Why is wallpaper that important to you people, anyway?" Frank asks.
"You people? She just wants things decorated nicely for when the baby comes. Not everything has to be blood red, Frank! You always side with him. Anyone would think you married him, not me."
That's not fair, not really. They both know it, but they also both know she won't apologize until Gerard's arrived and gone home again. It'll come, it's just that Frank will have to wait. So for now he storms out and drives to the airport.
Ages. He has to wait for fucking ages before Gerard appears. Out of cigarettes, mostly half wasted as he runs back and forth between the parking lot and arrivals just so as not to miss Gerard coming in, Frank's frazzled and tired and about to snap at the next asshole who tells him to cheer up as they pass by.
The next person who does it happens to be Gerard. He creeps up on Frank from behind, looking pale and clutching his coffee tight in both hands.
"Dude, where'd you come from? You were supposed to be walking towards me, not from... you have coffee?"
"Yeah," Gerard grins and hands the paper cup to Frank, "I've been wandering around for half an hour looking for you."
"You should've just called me. You holding up okay?" he asks, sneaking his arm through Gerard's and stearing him through the crowds.
"Mm, yeah. Can I tell you a secret? You gotta promise you won't breathe a word of it though."
Frank laughs, finishing the coffee and dropping the cup into the nearest trash can. "Spill."
"I didn't really hate the wallpaper," Gerard says quietly.
Wide-eyed, Frank says, "What?! Then why-"
"I was being stupid, alright? Everything's gone so smoothly lately. Lindsey wants this and that and I like it all, I agree with her. But it's too easy," Gerard admits, "I just wanted to... rebel? Just a little, and then it turned into this huge thing and I couldn't just say I was fine with it after all that."
"If all you wanted was a little rebellion..." Frank starts, eyes flashing mischievously as he changes the direction they're heading in. He pulls Gerard into the room with the stick figure man on the door, and shoves him inside a cubicle, closing and locking the door behind him.
"Frank, what are you-"
"Shhh," Frank says, a group of people having come in straight after them, "someone'll hear you."
There's no arguing with that statement, not really, but it doesn't stop Gerard from trying, so Frank kisses him slow and deep, eases the backpack from Gerard's shoulders and drops it on the floor at their feet. Gerard sighs, but doesn't push him away; it's been too long since they did something like this. Anything like this. Especially in a public bathroom. Gerard has his arms around Frank's neck as they kiss, and Frank turns his head really fast to spit on his hand before he slips it down the back of his loose jeans and starts fingering himself for what he wants.
Whether it's because he knows what Frank's doing, or didn't even notice, Frank isn't sure, but Gerard doesn't ask any questions, starts rubbing Frank through his jeans and grinding against his thigh. "Pants down," Frank half moans, "now, c'mon," and helps, even though Gerard's going as fast as he can.
"I think you just broke the zipper," Gerard complains, shoving his boxers down, too. Frank shrugs, not caring, kneels down and sucks Gerard's dick until he's fully hard and pulling on Frank's hair.
"I'm helping you rebel," Frank eventually says, wiping his mouth dry and turning to the door. "Gotta be quick, though."
Like that's going to be a problem.
Frank gets his jeans down around his knees and leans against the door on his elbows and forearms, head resting where they're cossed over. "Okay, fuck. Fuck, Gerard pants quietly, "haven't done this in forever." He sounds excited though, so Frank says nothing to encourage him further, looks over his shoulder as Gerard presses against him.
Frank inhales sharply as Gerard eases inside of him. It would've been easier with real lube and a condom, smoother, but since when is 'easy' any fun? Easy doesn't burn and stretch and take your breath away through sheer pleasure.
Frank pushes back immeditately, and Gerard alternates between pressing his fingers into the fleshy parts of Frank's hips, and having one hand braced against the door and the other across Frank's stomach as he fucks him fast and hard, panting into Frank's hair.
They can afford to make a little noise, covered by the near constant sounds of the hand dryer or running water, but choose to stay mostly silent, except for a few strained and out of breath curses when Gerard finally wraps a hand around Frank's cock and pumps him in time with the thrust of his hips. The door rattles lightly under their weight against it, but only lightly, barely registering as noise, and certainly quieter than the, "Oh fuck, fuck," Frank utters at the exact moment the dryer shuts off and the room goes silent, when Gerard pushes harder, up on his toes and the angle just does it for Frank.
He comes, over Gerard's fist and the door, and Gerard keeps going, fucks him gently through it, kissing Frank's neck and then speeding back up as Frank relaxes breathlessly against the door. A few stuttering thrusts and a slightly too hard bite of his bottom lip to keep quiet, and Gerard exhales long and hard, shakily as he jerks through his own orgasm.
He rests his head on Frank's shoulder for just a minute before pulling up his clothes and handing Frank a wad of tissues. "You go out first," Frank grins, a quick press of lips to Gerard's cheek as he passes Gerard his backpack. He's about to lock the door when it gets pushed open and Frank is faced with a shocked looking man, obviously having seen Gerard just exit the cubicle. "Do you mind? I'm trying to piss here," Frank says quickly, as serious sounding as he can, and then shuts the door again in mock disgust. He hears Gerard snigger on the other side and shouts, "Hey, Gee. You wanna hold it for me? Sprained my wrist, doc says I shouldn't lift anything heavy."
Gerard's waiting, blushing and trying not to laugh, as Frank comes out. "C'mon, let's go before that guy you accidentally flashed, calls for security."