CSI: New Jersey [2/3]
CSI: NEW JERSEY Frank & Gerard.
NC-17 for language, sex and murder.
001 {Bleeding Rubies}
“It’s from a vintage Polaroid SX-70 land camera.” Frank stated. “They’re not overly common but you can still find them in at least 100 stores across America.”
Gerard slammed his fist down on the glass table. “God damnit!” He yelled in frustration, causing Frank to flinch slightly.
“No prints at the scene I take it?” Frank asked, his voice soft and calming. Gerard shook his head slowly. “I thought as much.”
“I hate it when they get clever.” He growled.
Frank placed a hand on Gerard’s shoulder, his fingertips running over the material of his white shirt. “We’ll get him.” He reassured. “Hell, if they have you on this case, the guy doesn’t stand half a chance.”
Gerard turned slightly towards Frank and smiled weakly in appreciation. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Frank affirmed. “You’re the best New Jersey has man, hot shit.” He grinned, causing the older man to laugh.
“You’re not so bad yourself, y’know, for a newbie.”
Frank rolled his eyes playfully and punched Gerard’s arm. “Go verbally abuse some of your other staff.”
Gerard sighed. “Ray will get Mikey to whine at me, and Bob scares me. And Oscar, well, respect your elders and all that shit.”
“Yeah.” He drawled, just as Gerard smirked.
“Yeah, respect your elders, punk.”
“Old man. Well, you will be as of next week.” He grinned.
Gerard scoffed. “30’s not old!”
“Yeah,” The younger agreed, before mumbling. “For trees.”
“I heard that!”
“So sue me.”
“Maybe I will.”
_-_-_
She was beautiful. Her hair, once bright like the sun, was now dark, crimson and clotted with that perfect liquid and she was dripping rubies from the next down. An utter sight of perfection, he thought, the human form at it’s most perfect.
Another photo must be taken. Another memory must be kept, a triumph he could re-live and show off to those who knew where to find his prize.
Each trophy would be so simple to find.
Just follow the trail of rubies.
_-_-_
Frank was alerted from the flat computer screen by tapping. His head jolted up to see Gerard stepping in to the room, a weak smile smudged over his dry lips. Frank returned the expression and hopped down off the stood, walking over to the end of the glass table where Gerard stood.
“Hey,” He said with a little too much enthusiasm for 8 in the evening after a long days work.
“You still here?” Gerard asked, lolling his head to one side.
“Evidently. I’m just doing some research.” He explained.
“Oh really? What on?”
“The Ripper.” Frank stated, eyes glancing down to the table and quickly back up to Gerard’s face as it fell in to an almost pained expression.
He sighed and let his head drop. “This case, this fucking case.” He began. “There’s only been one body and already it’s tearing me to shreds. The worst part is I know there will be more, and all I can do is sit here being totally fucking useless waiting for another victim.”
Frank frowned. “You’re not useless Gerard.” He stated. “And we have no leads what so ever to go off here. We’re all feeling a little useless.” He placed a hand on Gerard’s shoulder in a comforting manner. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
Gerard smiled, stronger this time, and nodded lightly. “Thanks Frank.” He just more than whispered.
“Anytime.” Frank replied, taking his hand from the older man’s shoulder. He wouldn’t have admitted it then, but Gerard was disappointed to lose the contact. “Hey, why don’t I print off some of this stuff I found on the net, and we’ll sift through it together?”
Gerard thought for a moment, and then nodded. “Yeah, I’d love to.”
He watched as Frank wandered back to the computer, clicking several times, hitting a key or so and then the printer buzzed to life, spewing out twenty or so pages of research. Frank collected them all and sprawled them out of the bright surface, the light from beneath the table shining through each sheet of paper, making it glow.
Gerard grabbed a stool and perched on it, Frank grabbing the one he had been on previously and sitting at the corner, a few inches from Gerard. He smiled warmly, handed Gerard a pen and half of the wad of paper.
It didn’t take long for them to start talking. Firstly, it was about the research, and then progressed on to several other subjects including music, coffee, films, how overrated underwear is and how much of an idiot Mikey could be. That seemed to be their favourite topic.
“So,” Frank began after underlining a sentence or so on his fifth sheet. “Any plans for when you hit the big 3 - 0?”
Gerard grumbled. “I don’t know. Curl up under a rock and wait for my pension?”
Frank chuckled. “You’re not old.”
“No, if I were a tree I’d be in my prime.” Gerard noted with a sarcastic smile to which Frank beamed.
“Exactly! But seriously, 30’s not old, no where near. You’re still practically a baby.”
“I don’t feel like a baby. I feel like an old man. I want to be a teenager again.”
“Dude,” Frank grinned “No one wants to be a teenager again.”
“Ok, so maybe twenty. I want to go to clubs and dance and have fun.”
“You can still do that. And trust me, you’re not missing much. Aside from underwear night clubs are the most over rated things.”
Gerard sighed. “Yeah, well it’d be nice to go and feel young, flirt and talk and-” He stopped himself there to sigh once more and glance up at Frank. “Bet you got guys breaking the door down.”
Frank let out an airy laugh. “Yeah, of course I do. That’s why I work late almost every night.” He began. “You wanna try telling people you work in forensics, it’s like telling them you baby sit for Michael Jackson, they think you’re sick!”
Gerard laughed, throwing his head back and leaning away from the table. Frank cocked his head to the side and watched. He was beautiful when he laughed, or even smiled. His whole face lit up completely.
“You’re still hot.” He stated quietly. “If that’s what you’re worried about.” Gerard stopped laughing, his face losing all comic value.
“Um, well thanks.”
Frank leant his elbows on the table, leaning forward, closer to Gerard as a smile took over his lips. “I mean it,” He began, as Gerard copied his position, both bodies drawing forward as if being moved by invisible strings. “You’re really, really gorgeous.”
By now, their lips were so close Frank could feel Gerard’s breath, he could taste it, and his mouth watered in anticipation. As the soft skin brushed together, releasing a bolt of electricity between them, Gerard’s radio crackled and buzzed to life, a voice breaking through the static.
“Detective Way, Detective Way!”
They jumped apart immediately. Gerard sighed and grabbed his radio from where he’d placed it on the table.
“Detective Way.” He confirmed.
“We have another one.”
“On my way.” He clipped the radio to his belt, stepping from the stool and turning round to face Frank. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”
“I know,” Frank sighed. “It’s ok.”
Gerard leant in and kissed Frank’s cheek, letting his lips slowly crawl across the supple flesh, catching the corner of Frank’s mouth before pulling back. “Rain check yeah? We’ll finish the research in my office tomorrow.”
Frank smiled, his cheeks flushing still from the feel of Gerard’s lips on his skin. “Yeah.”
_-_-_
Gerard sighed as he reached the hallway of the converted loft apartment, another naked body torn and abused with a Polaroid picture laid on the peak of the left breast.
And this time, this time there was something a little different. She wore a necklace, silver with a white gold heart. Searches of her apartment lead to no further findings of any piece of jewellery quite like it.
A forensic on the scene carefully took it from herm being careful not to disturb the wound, the ghastly incision in to her ribcage which left her with only the one lung.
Her face was still beautiful though.
Her skin was a ghostly white, her lips still surprisingly plump even with their bluish tint. Her hair curled up tight around her face and her green eyes open, wide with fear and an unnerving knowledge of the end.
Gerard stood and watched as the photos were taken of every inch around her, the flashes illuminating her skin and the surrounding area and for a brief moment, she looked like an angel.
As Gerard slipped on his white gloves he was handed the second picture. This time it had been a white dress with dark blue flowers and swirls embodied in to the material, the corset laced with black ribbon.
He sighed and ran his latex covered fingers over the photograph. “Beautiful.” He whispered.
_-_-_
Gerard dropped the necklace off at the lab quickly the next morning, only staying for a moment to shoot Frank a flirtatious smile before he scampered back off to the scene. Frank sighed and took the plastic bag, getting to work straight away.
He had a feeling Gerard wouldn’t be back until late.
Ray joined him a moment or so later and together they swabbed and tested every inch of the necklace, tested for prints, blood and other fluids. Ray researched the necklace for maker and date as Frank tweezed tiny strands of fibre from the chain and lock, testing the strands for human DNA.
Frank then went to work on other cases as Ray trundled down to Oscar in autopsy. Frank wasn’t fond of being around dead bodies, just the things which came from them (e.g. clothes, blood) and a room full of them being cut open on a cold metal table would be more than he could handle.
By the time Gerard came back it was closing in on 9pm. Frank stood at his work station, safety glasses over his eyes as he added chemicals, drop by drop, to a cut of carpet from another murder, unrelated to The Ripper cases, to determine just how old the blood stain was.
He felt someone standing behind him, the presence of another body, eyes hovering over him. It made him shiver and the hairs on his neck and arms stand up. He could always tell when someone was watching him, and he hated the vulnerable feeling, even if it was only Gerard.
Frank turned to greet Gerard who stood in the doorway, two cups of coffee in his hands. He set them down on the table as Frank slinked closer to the older man, one hand trailing behind his back and the other on the table, slowly gliding over to the cup.
“To say sorry for the interruption” Gerard explained as Frank picked up the cup and took a generous sip. He smiled at the taste and took another.
“Mmm” He mumbled, taking another well deserved gulp before placing it back on the table. He moved to he was stood in front of the Detective, leaning back ever so slightly on the glass table. “And, what exactly was interrupted?” He asked, cocking his head to the side with a lopsided grin on his face.
Gerard grinned, his lips stretching around his teeth as he dipped his head down quickly to capture Frank’s lips in a soft quick kiss, drawing back before it had a chance to begin.
“Um, the necklace,” Frank breathed, just as Gerard’s lips captured his again for a brief moment. “I found some stuff,” But alas his sentence was once again obstructed by Gerard’s warm inviting lips.
“In a moment” Gerard whispered before sliding his hand to cup the back of Frank’s neck and pressed their lips firmly together.
Frank whimpered as his knees went weak. He was grateful for the sturdy table as he began to melt against it and Gerard, those soft warm lips rubbing over his. The tip of Gerard’s tongue licked at Frank’s bottom lip getting the younger man to quickly deepen the kiss along with him. Frank’s hand fisted Gerard’s shirt as they kissed, lips like jigsaw pieces, slotting so perfectly together as they got deeper and deeper to the point of what seemed like no return.
“Frank,” Gerard gasped in to his mouth, to which the younger boy whined in response, continuing to kiss and bringing his other hand up to the side of Gerard’s face. At the feeling of soft material Gerard glanced side ways, lips still locked, to view the cause of such a strange sensation. “Frank,” He mumbled around his tongue. “Why do you have an oven mitt on?”
Frank pulled back slightly, holding his hand in front of his face. He giggled. “Oops” And received a rather strange look from the other man. “Hey!” He pouted. “Don’t give me that look; some of those chemicals can get hot.” He stated, taking the mitt off and setting it on the table. “Happy now?”
Gerard grinned, pecking the Frank’s lips. “You’re cute.”
“Mmm,” Frank mumbled as he trailed his hand down Gerard’s shirt, slowly and softly over the material until he gently squeezed Gerard through his black pants. Gerard gasped, his eyes widening and then closing. “How cute am I now?” Frank whispered, hot breath running over Gerard’s ear.
“Not so much cute now,” Gerard grinned, “More horny bastard.”
“Sexy horny bastard.” Frank pointed out, to which Gerard laughed and nodded, pulling Frank back in for another kiss as he growled-
“Definitely.”
_-_-_
Her red hair caught the bright sunlight so well as she threw her arms around the taller dark haired man. She smiled, red lips and white teeth, as his hands ran down her sides and down to cup the denim covered cheeks of her round ass.
He watched, with more admiration than lust. She was so beautiful. Although he was some distance away he could see the light freckles on her cheeks, chest and arms, and longed to turn them in to glorious rubies.
He shoved his black gloved hands in to the pocket of his over coat, his mind reeling with thoughts, plans. As he made his final decisions his eyes set alight. He kissed his palm and blew it in her direction before whispering,
“I’ll see you tonight, my sweet.”
_-_-_
Two days and many stolen kisses later Frank once again found himself pressed up against Gerard’s office door, the file he’d brought some where on the ground as Gerard’s tongue claimed his mouth.
He had come to get him to sign his forensic report, but this worked too.
Frank’s fingers coiled in to Gerard’s hair as the older man ran his hand across the flat of Frank’s stomach, causing it to flip and set free a rampage of butterflies.
Gerard was the first to pull away from the kiss. He panted softly, his warm breath running over Frank’s face as they started at each other with lazy smiles. Gerard hadn’t felt this alive in ages. He felt younger, he felt free.
His lazy smile turned in to a grin as he leaned in to capture Frank’s lips once more, just for a quick second before he was pulling away again.
“I think I’d like to take you out tonight.” Frank whispered, swallowing his fear of rejection.
“You are going to take me out?” Gerard asked, raising an eyebrow.
Frank nodded. “Yeah, why not? Just because you’re older doesn’t mean I have to be the bitch.”
Gerard chuckled and rubbed his nose against Frank’s cheek bone. “Ok,” He sighed. “I’ll be the bitch.”
“So was that a yes?”
_-_-_
Since Frank wasn’t exactly on a million bucks an hour either, he thought the perfect place to wine and dine Gerard would be at the pizza joint near his apartment. The fact that it was just a block’s walk from his place was purely coincidental, of course.
The booth they took was right next to the window. The material on the red seats was torn and taped together, stitched in random places. But yet Frank threw himself on to the seat and sank in to the cheap leather, lazily reaching for the paper plate holding his slice of cheese and tomato.
Gerard sat opposite, digging in to his own slice (meat feast, what else?) and letting his eyes wander out of the window. It was getting dark out now, but there was still a warm breeze as people passed by the window with jackets and sweaters slung over handbags or tied around waists.
“I hope you know you’re going to have a pop a tick tack after that before you even think about kissing me.”
Gerard tore his eyes from the window to shoot Frank an amused smirk. “Says you, cheese boy.” To which he immediately received a balled up paper napkin to the head. The two giggled and Gerard flicked it back across the table.
_-_-_
The inside of the pizzeria looked warmed from the outside, the lights were soft and gave everything inside a comforting evening glow. He watched as the two men ate and laughed, talking with such enthusiasm, smiling with every word.
He vaguely recalled who the detective’s partner was, but knew he had seen him somewhere before. They looked happy and free from worry.
Loosening his shirt at the cuffs and collar he turned quickly back down the way he’d come.
He’d give them plenty to worry about.
_-_-_
“Are you shitting me? Fucking sex therapist?”
Gerard nodded. “Yeah. It’s weird, I know.”
“Not weird, that’s fucking cool.”
“Not when it’s your mother.” He mumbled. “My teenage years are filled with far too many traumatic experiences.”
Frank laughed. “Aw, but you turned out okay.”
“Yeah.” The older man sighed. “So what twisted people made a little shit like you?”
Frank rolled his eyes playfully. “A nurse and a construction worker.”
“That actually fits, strangely. Your folks live in town?”
“My mom does yeah, my dad left when I was eight.”
“My folks split too, when I was 16.” Gerard said in a comforting voice as Frank’s eyes drifted down to the table. “My dad lives in New York with his wife, I see him about once a month, drop by during the holidays and stuff. You still see your old man?”
By the look on Frank’s face Gerard could tell that he shouldn’t have asked that question and it was obvious the younger man was striking up some painful memory.
“A year ago,” His said, his voice just over a whisper. “He got in contact a year ago, we met once, briefly. He pretty much bolted once I told him I was gay. Haven’t seen or heard from him since.”
There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence as Gerard contemplated his next word or move. He settled on reaching his hand across the table to grab a hold of Frank’s. He squeezed it tightly causing Frank to look up at him. They smiled weakly at each other.
“He’s the one who’s missing out.” Gerard spoke softly.
_-_-_
He watched, all smiles, as she gasped for breath through the tear in her throat. He watched the blood spurt, dribble and drip down her skin, over her freckles and on to the material of the red dress. A shudder ran through his body as he saw the blood covered skin, the shining freckles, his rubies.
He untangled his fingers from her long locks of red hair and allowed her lifeless body to hit the floor with a thud. Reaching down to her face he smoothed her hair and ran his blood covered thumb down her left cheek, leaving a smudge of red.
Cry rubies, beautiful.
And then he went to fetch his camera.
_-_-_
After leaving the pizzeria the two men walked half a block to Frank’s favourite ice cream place, where Frank promptly insisted on paying for two cream soda ice cream floats, which Gerard had never had before.
“Like, never?” Frank asked, shocked. Gerard shook his head, peering down at the large cup in his hand. “Dude, what the hell are you waiting for? Try it!”
Gerard picked up the long spoon, pausing as Frank watched him intently, and then dipped it in to the fizzy liquid, scraping off a bit of vanilla ice cream as the spoon ventured out of the cup. He popped the substance in to his mouth and waited for his taste buds to react. Slowly, he began to smile.
“Like?” Frank asked.
“I think my mouth just had an orgasm.” Frank grinned and squealed in triumph as Gerard dove in to the rest of the cup’s contents, Frank eagerly doing the same as they walked.
By the time they reached Frank’s apartment block, both cups were empty and they threw them in to a near by trash can.
“Um, Gerard,” Frank giggled. “You have a little,”
“A little what?” Gerard interrupted, moving to wipe frantically at his mouth.
But, before he could, Frank’s face came right up close to his and the younger man’s tongue took one long swipe up his chin, finishing off by licking his bottom lip. He grinned as Gerard’s eyes fixated on him, and moved in to press their cold sticky lips together.
Gerard tasted like ice cream and soda, sweet and sticky and nice. Frank held on to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss, desperate for a better taste. Gerard’s cold fingers ran through Frank’s hair, his other hand gripping his waist as they kissed. Frank couldn’t remember ever kissing someone who tasted this good, who kissed this good.
Pulling back from the kiss ever so slightly, they began to breathe hot air on the other’s face, panting almost as they stared at the other with lust and want.
“Do you, um, want to come up for, coffee?” Frank whispered.
“No,” Gerard stated, to which Frank’s face instantly dropped to disappointment. “Well, not for coffee anyway.” He added, lips twisting in to a smile as Frank immediately began to fumble for his keys.
It took them a whole five minutes to get from outside to Frank’s apartment door on the sixth floor, his hands fumbling with everything he did. Gerard thought it slightly odd; he should be the nervous one after lacking any intimacy for over seven months.
Frank finally opened the door, and once his dark apartment enclosed them he felt an eerie sense of relief wash over him. Not bothering with lights he threw his jacket and keys on to the floor and pulled Gerard the rest of the way in, having him up against the door briefly to kiss and grope for a minute or so before pulling him off and guiding him to his room, lips still attached.
As they tumbled on top of Frank’s batman sheets, Frank kept his arms around Gerard so he immediately fell on top. He smiled up at the older man, taking a moment to just gaze at him in the moonlight, dark hair falling over his face, his chest heaving to regain breath in the pause. Frank knotted his fingers in to Gerard’s hair and brought his face closer.
“Beautiful,” He breathed on to his lips before launching in to another passionate kiss.
Sitting back so he was straddling Frank’s thighs, Gerard began to remove his jacket, secretly loving the attention as Frank’s eyes watched his every move. The younger man helped him remove his shirt and then they both promptly removed his own.
As they resumed their kiss Gerard snaked his hand to the front of Frank’s jeans and began to cup and rub softly. Frank responded almost immediately, breaking the kiss with a gasp to press his head back in to the pillow and moan breathlessly,
“Gerard. ”
Gerard smiled, trailing his lips up Frank’s jaw line to his ear. “I love the way you moan my name.” His words making Frank shudder and moan again.
It didn’t take long for the rest of the clothes to be shed, not slowly but not frantically, leaving just enough time to learn each new piece of uncovered skin.
By the time Gerard was settled between the younger man’s thighs he was moaning softly every other moment or so. He dipped his hand in to Frank’s nightstand draw, pulling out a bottle of lube.
Frank raised an eyebrow questioningly, to which Gerard smiled. “I am a detective.”
Frank giggled, gripping Gerard’s upper arms and watching as he spread the thick liquid on to his hand. “Prep?” He whispered - the question slightly awkward but needed.
“Just a little,” He replied, and a moment later a cold slick finger pushed quickly in to his hole. He groaned, spreading his legs further and arching slightly from the mattress.
By the time the third finger had made its way in to Frank’s gradually relaxing muscles he was mewling softly, pushing down on to Gerard’s hand. He withdrew a moment later, grabbing the bottle one more to apply the necessary amount to himself, moaning a little at the contact.
Frank wrapped his legs around Gerard’s waist, pulling him closer. Grinning, Gerard dove in for another kiss, slipping his tongue gently in to Frank’s mouth as he quickly pushed in.
Frank’s first few groans of discomfort were lost within Gerard’s lips, and so they kept kissing until every ounce of discomfort had slipped and dissolved in to something better. Frank gasped as the first shudder of pleasure ran through him, Gerard nearing that building ball of pressure and bliss.
Using his legs grip around Gerard’s waist Frank managed to arch himself off the bed, meeting Gerard’s quick thrusts.
“Fuck, Frankie,” He breathed, and Frank couldn’t help but smile a little. Frankie, he liked that.
_-_-_
She was another blonde, pretty and perky where it counted. Her blue eyes shone in the moonlight, her hair appearing almost white. She was fragile and beautiful and he couldn’t wait to transform her in to something else. He couldn’t wait to make her rich with rubies.
He hadn’t initially planned this one, and she hadn’t been as carefully selected as all the others. But, when he saw her, he knew he had to have her. She was a fine specimen, and he figured he could lay her with his most recent success.
He fantasised as he followed her through the night.
_-_-_
“Fucking Christ, Gerard,” Frank’s hand shot above him so his palm hit the flat wood of his headboard, pressing against it as Gerard found the spot again, hitting it with just the right amount of force at just the right time. “Oh, fuck.”
Gerard began to feel light headed as Frank constricted around him, his thighs pressing tighter and he could hear the sound of Frank’s nails scraping against the wood of the headboard.
This wasn’t just sex, fuck, this was sex.
Slow and tender was nice, but this, this was fantastic and just what Gerard needed. He didn’t need to be reminded of the type of sex he had in his last relationship, the comfort, the love (or what he thought was love), he needed passion and aggression and fireworks - which he was sure as hell he could see exploding behind Frank’s eyes as he hit it again just right.
_-_-_
It was a shame to gag such a beautiful mouth, to obstruct such cherry red lips, but even through the gag of material she was making enough noise. She gnawed at it like a hamster, the taste of her own tears bitter against the grime which was already embedded in to the material.
She hadn’t begun to cry until she’d seen the body next to her, the blood still fresh and now seeping in to her own green dress.
He emerged from the shadows and watched as she whimpered, the tears streaming faster as he got closer and closer. He petted her face and she shied from his touch.
Sighing, he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat as she screamed in to the gag. With the blade in his other hand he hummed softly, “Pity, you never got to try the grapes.”
_-_-_
“Frank I’m, I, Frank-” Coherent thoughts and words had been lost about thirty seconds ago.
“Yeah, yeah.” Was all Frank could reply in a whiney voice to let the older man he too was balancing on the edge of orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck. Fra-” Gerard cut himself off as he finally tumbled over the edge, spilling in to Frank, hot and sticky.
With one final sloppy thrust and nudge of his prostate Frank came undone a moment or so after Gerard, and the older man shuddered as he felt Frank tighten around him.
Resting his head on Frank’s chest Gerard waited until his body had finished with its post orgasm daze, catching his breath with a lazy smile on his face. Around a minute later both men were right again, and had enough energy to think about moving. Frank slowly unwound his legs from around Gerard’s waist, allowing them to drop to the side.
Gerard raised his head to Frank, smiling with satisfaction as the other did the same. He kissed Frank then, slow and sloppy, lazy and sleepy. Pulling back a few moments later they laughed breathlessly.
Frank reached to the floor to grab a discarded t-shirt, bringing it back to them to wipe the fluids off both their stomachs.
“That better have been your shirt.” Gerard stated, to which Frank laughed.
“Misfits, you’re safe.” And he threw the used shirt to the side once more. Pressing his head back in to the pillow he yawned.
Gerard cocked his head to the side. “Wearing you out, am I?”
“Oh yeah, because you’re just that good.” Frank replied, his tone some what sarcastic and playful. “Why, you ready for another round?”
“I may be good but I’m not batman. I’m hungry.”
“Well we could go get something if you’d shift your fat ass from on top of me.”
“You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago.”
“Psht, blow me.”
“Would love to.”
_-_-_
It was 5:15am when Gerard’s cell phone started ringing. He groaned and pretended not to hear it for a moment or so as Frank began to stir in his arms. He pressed his lips to Frank’s shoulder, chest pressed to his back as he wished they could stay like this for at least one more hour.
Finally, he rolled over and collected his cell from his pants pocket, flipping it open and not even bothering to say anything before there was a voice at the other end.
“Another two.” Mathews stated.
Gerard rubed at his eyes. “What do you mean, two?”
“I mean there are two of them, together.”
“Shit.”
Gerard hung up after getting the address and slowly started to slip out of bed. Frank yawned and rolled on to his back. “Gerard?” He called sleepily.
Gerard finished fastening his trousers and then leant down over the younger man to give him a sloppy apologetic morning breath kiss.
“More from Ripper.” He stated. Frank went to move to get up, mumbling something about getting in to the lab early. “No, stay in bed for another hour. It’s going to take longer to process the scene anyway.” Frank nodded in defeat. “I’ll see you later.” And he kissed him goodbye, not wanting to leave the warmth of the room or Frank’s lips.
Gerard felt like he was being watched as he left Frank’s apartment building, shivering slightly - he put it down to the crisp morning air and continued to the address he was given.
_-_-_
He watched as the Detective left and scurried off up the road. He stood in his place at the opposite side of the street, his hands twitching in his black leather gloves. He looked up at the building and smiled crookedly before turning to walk in the opposite direction from the Detective.
A/N: -phew- longer than I expected. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! This is my gift to you all. Sex and brutal murder! Aren't i good to you? :] ♥
PART THREE!