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Gerard Way awoke with a smile; not just a small turned-up-corners smile, but a full-on toothy grin. He got odd looks from Mikey, who was currently staying at his house for the week-end, but he couldn't, nor did he want to, stop it.
The reason behind his permanent facial expression was Frank Iero.
My Chemical Romance had ended a couple of months ago, but Gerard hadn't seen Frank since then, Ray and Mikey often came over to see him, but never Frank.
Gerard suspected that Frank was upset about the band breaking up, but whatever it was he'd obviously gotten over it when he phoned Gerard last week.
After his routine of coffee, toast and shower, Gerard was ready to go.
Frank on the other hand, was still asleep.
Gerard waited for fourty minutes before he spotted the short man running towards him.
"I'm so sorry, I was asleep, and I forgot, and-" The black-headed was cut off as Gerard pulled him in for a loving hug, Frank responded almost immediately; wrapping his arms around the red-head tightly.
"Hey Frankie." Gerard smiled, releasing him from the embrace.
"Hi." He grinned back.
They walked to the cinema whilst exchanging their lives for the past three months.
"I haven't done much, I went back home, to Jersey, adopted a new dog, a husky-corgi, I named him Harley..." Frank told Gerard.
The older man, told him of his new comic, some new songs he'd written, and the general boredom of "regular life".
Despite Gerard's pleas to see a new horror film, Frank firmly disagreed, getting them two tickets for "Now you see me."
Gerard huffed, and begrudgingly bought some sweets and popcorn.
However, after the film, Frank had his signature grin plastered to his face; Gerard loved the film, even if he didn't admit it.
They stopped at Starbucks to pick up a vanilla latte and a caramel frappuchino to go.
"So, music wise, do you think you'll start anything?" Gerard asked Frank as they sat on a park bench in the shade.
"Hmm.." Frank mumbled, sipping his coffee, "Probably, I mean, you said it yourself, "regular life" is boring, and I miss performing anyway." He shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess you're right..." Gerard sighed.
"What's up?"
"I don't know, I just wonder if splitting up was the best idea; the fans are devistated, and I miss the stage, and-"
"Stop worrying Gee, you know we did the right thing, we weren't feeling it anymore, the fans will get over it after a while, I'm sure." He smiled reassuringly. Although, in his mind, Frank Iero was full of doubt as well; he never wanted to break up, but he went along with it to make Gerard happy, he didn't want a solo career or a regular life, he wanted to be My Chemical Romance again, but he kept his mouth shut and downed the rest of his coffee.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, until Frank felt a sudden wetness trickle down his forehead, and then on his hand and again on his face: it was raining.
Great.
The two men threw their empty coffee cups in the rubbish bin and ran; Gerard's house was the closest, but that wasn't saying much, it was still a couple of blocks away.
By the time they were at the front door, they were soaked and their stomachs hurt from laughing so hard.
Frank had mud splattered all over his face from when he tripped over his own feet and landed straight in a puddle.
Gerard unlocked the door and they rushed through, basking in the warmth of the living room.
"It was supposed to be sunny goddammit!" Giggled Gerard as he fetched towels.
He handed one to Frank along with a change of clothes. The smaller man gave him a look that Gerard didn't quite understand until Frank walked out of the bathroom in Gerard's clothes; his joggers were rolled up and the long-sleeved top looked more like a dress, hiding his hands completely.
The taller man burst out laughing as he saw the scowl on Frank's face.
"Fuck off Gerard." Frank huffed, sitting on the sofa.
"S-Sorry Frankie." Gee mumbled, ruffling Frank's long hair, which caused a small smile from Frank.
He plopped down next to him and flicked through the channels, settling on a cooking program, Frank groaned slightly and Gerard lightly smacked his arm, mumbling a small "Shut up."
Halfway through the show, Frank shivered slightly, holding back a sneeze, and failing miserably.
Gerard looked at him, before hesitantly wrapping his arm around Frank's shoulders and pulling him closer to him.
"Gee...? What are you doing?" Frank asked, cheeks warm.
"You're cold, I'm warming you up." He mumbled timidly with a red face.
"Oh, thanks." Frank grinned, placing his hand on the embarrassed man's chest, and snuggling in closer.
"I've really missed you, y'know?" Frank said after a while.
"Then why didn't you ever come over?"
Frank sighed, "Because I didn't want to see you happy."
"What? Frankie, that doesn't make any sense." Gerard looked at him, puzzled.
"I didn't want to see you so happy, when I was so miserable." He started, looking anywhere but at his best-friend. "My Chem was everything to me, and I didn't like the fact that it was slowly slipping through my fingers..."
Gerard looked at him for a second, before crashing his lips on Frank's.
The ex-guitarist took a while to respond, but as soon as he got over his confusion, he wrapped his arms around Gerard's neck.
The latter, pushed him onto his back, hovering over him, without detaching his lips, and placed his hands on either side of his face, cupping his cheeks gently.
Frank made a small sound as Gerard deepened the kiss; their tongues danced and swirled together.
Finally, Gerard pulled away for air, he rested his forehead on Frank's.
"Sorry, you just looked so damn perfect, I couldn't help myself." He smiled.
Frank was about to reply, when the front door swung open and Mikey and Ray stepped in the house.
The younger one grinned: "Finally."

Description
Gerard Way awoke with a smile; not just a small turned-up-corners smile, but a full-on toothy grin. He got odd looks from Mikey, who was currently staying at his house for the week-end, but he couldn't, nor did he want to, stop it.
The reason behind his permanent facial expression was Frank Iero.
My Chemical Romance had ended a couple of months ago, but Gerard hadn't seen Frank since then, Ray and Mikey often came over to see him, but never Frank.
Gerard suspected that Frank was upset about the band breaking up, but whatever it was he'd obviously gotten over it when he phoned Gerard last week.
After his routine of coffee, toast and shower, Gerard was ready to go.
Frank on the other hand, was still asleep.
Gerard waited for fourty minutes before he spotted the short man running towards him.
"I'm so sorry, I was asleep, and I forgot, and-" The black-headed was cut off as Gerard pulled him in for a loving hug, Frank responded almost immediately; wrapping his arms around the red-head tightly.
"Hey Frankie." Gerard smiled, releasing him from the embrace.
"Hi." He grinned back.
They walked to the cinema whilst exchanging their lives for the past three months.
"I haven't done much, I went back home, to Jersey, adopted a new dog, a husky-corgi, I named him Harley..." Frank told Gerard.
The older man, told him of his new comic, some new songs he'd written, and the general boredom of "regular life".
Despite Gerard's pleas to see a new horror film, Frank firmly disagreed, getting them two tickets for "Now you see me."
Gerard huffed, and begrudgingly bought some sweets and popcorn.
However, after the film, Frank had his signature grin plastered to his face; Gerard loved the film, even if he didn't admit it.
They stopped at Starbucks to pick up a vanilla latte and a caramel frappuchino to go.
"So, music wise, do you think you'll start anything?" Gerard asked Frank as they sat on a park bench in the shade.
"Hmm.." Frank mumbled, sipping his coffee, "Probably, I mean, you said it yourself, "regular life" is boring, and I miss performing anyway." He shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess you're right..." Gerard sighed.
"What's up?"
"I don't know, I just wonder if splitting up was the best idea; the fans are devistated, and I miss the stage, and-"
"Stop worrying Gee, you know we did the right thing, we weren't feeling it anymore, the fans will get over it after a while, I'm sure." He smiled reassuringly. Although, in his mind, Frank Iero was full of doubt as well; he never wanted to break up, but he went along with it to make Gerard happy, he didn't want a solo career or a regular life, he wanted to be My Chemical Romance again, but he kept his mouth shut and downed the rest of his coffee.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, until Frank felt a sudden wetness trickle down his forehead, and then on his hand and again on his face: it was raining.
Great.
The two men threw their empty coffee cups in the rubbish bin and ran; Gerard's house was the closest, but that wasn't saying much, it was still a couple of blocks away.
By the time they were at the front door, they were soaked and their stomachs hurt from laughing so hard.
Frank had mud splattered all over his face from when he tripped over his own feet and landed straight in a puddle.
Gerard unlocked the door and they rushed through, basking in the warmth of the living room.
"It was supposed to be sunny goddammit!" Giggled Gerard as he fetched towels.
He handed one to Frank along with a change of clothes. The smaller man gave him a look that Gerard didn't quite understand until Frank walked out of the bathroom in Gerard's clothes; his joggers were rolled up and the long-sleeved top looked more like a dress, hiding his hands completely.
The taller man burst out laughing as he saw the scowl on Frank's face.
"Fuck off Gerard." Frank huffed, sitting on the sofa.
"S-Sorry Frankie." Gee mumbled, ruffling Frank's long hair, which caused a small smile from Frank.
He plopped down next to him and flicked through the channels, settling on a cooking program, Frank groaned slightly and Gerard lightly smacked his arm, mumbling a small "Shut up."
Halfway through the show, Frank shivered slightly, holding back a sneeze, and failing miserably.
Gerard looked at him, before hesitantly wrapping his arm around Frank's shoulders and pulling him closer to him.
"Gee...? What are you doing?" Frank asked, cheeks warm.
"You're cold, I'm warming you up." He mumbled timidly with a red face.
"Oh, thanks." Frank grinned, placing his hand on the embarrassed man's chest, and snuggling in closer.
"I've really missed you, y'know?" Frank said after a while.
"Then why didn't you ever come over?"
Frank sighed, "Because I didn't want to see you happy."
"What? Frankie, that doesn't make any sense." Gerard looked at him, puzzled.
"I didn't want to see you so happy, when I was so miserable." He started, looking anywhere but at his best-friend. "My Chem was everything to me, and I didn't like the fact that it was slowly slipping through my fingers..."
Gerard looked at him for a second, before crashing his lips on Frank's.
The ex-guitarist took a while to respond, but as soon as he got over his confusion, he wrapped his arms around Gerard's neck.
The latter, pushed him onto his back, hovering over him, without detaching his lips, and placed his hands on either side of his face, cupping his cheeks gently.
Frank made a small sound as Gerard deepened the kiss; their tongues danced and swirled together.
Finally, Gerard pulled away for air, he rested his forehead on Frank's.
"Sorry, you just looked so damn perfect, I couldn't help myself." He smiled.
Frank was about to reply, when the front door swung open and Mikey and Ray stepped in the house.
The younger one grinned: "Finally."