Frank lets Gerard toy with his tie for a moment while he thinks about all the times he's wound the silk in a knot for Gerard, tightened it until it rested at the base of his throat and folded his collar down. Gerard's weirdly uncoordinated with anything other than pencils, pens, and paintbrushes, so it's not unusual for him to ask for help with his costume.
When he finally moves, it is to reach up and cover Gerard's hand, stilling fingers with the brush of his own. He makes some comment about Gerard strangling himself if he's not careful, and then his fingertips slide under the collar, under Gerard's fingers, to loosen the tie. He doesn't look away from Gerard's face -- years of Catholic school uniforms mean Frank can do this in his sleep -- as he drags the knot away from the notch of Gerard's throat, and he's fascinated and intrigued by the combination of confidence, daring, and pleading he sees on his face.
He shifts, pushing his weight onto his toes, and watches as Gerard's eyelids droop. He knows Gerard's expecting a kiss, maybe even thinking it'll be angry and harsh and demanding after all the unspoken goading that's been going on. But at the last minute, Frank turns his head and presses a kiss to Gerard's jaw at the point where ear and neck meet, just above the smeared ink. When he feels a rush of hot breath against his own neck, Frank smiles and slides his lips lower, taking in the chemical taste of ink and sweat, savoring it briefly before biting down ungently on the tensed muscle there. When he releases his grip (he doesn't bite quite hard enough to leave a mark, though he wants to), he settles back onto his heels, letting a sliver of space build between them. He winds Gerard's tie around his fist and pulls so that Gerard is the one bending, leaning ever so slightly into Frank's personal space.
"Be careful what you ask for. You might get it."
Then he's pushing forward and up so their lips can meet, and for all the times they've done this on stage, Frank isn't prepared for the spark of electricity it causes now.
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Date: 2008-02-12 05:44 am (UTC)When he finally moves, it is to reach up and cover Gerard's hand, stilling fingers with the brush of his own. He makes some comment about Gerard strangling himself if he's not careful, and then his fingertips slide under the collar, under Gerard's fingers, to loosen the tie. He doesn't look away from Gerard's face -- years of Catholic school uniforms mean Frank can do this in his sleep -- as he drags the knot away from the notch of Gerard's throat, and he's fascinated and intrigued by the combination of confidence, daring, and pleading he sees on his face.
He shifts, pushing his weight onto his toes, and watches as Gerard's eyelids droop. He knows Gerard's expecting a kiss, maybe even thinking it'll be angry and harsh and demanding after all the unspoken goading that's been going on. But at the last minute, Frank turns his head and presses a kiss to Gerard's jaw at the point where ear and neck meet, just above the smeared ink. When he feels a rush of hot breath against his own neck, Frank smiles and slides his lips lower, taking in the chemical taste of ink and sweat, savoring it briefly before biting down ungently on the tensed muscle there. When he releases his grip (he doesn't bite quite hard enough to leave a mark, though he wants to), he settles back onto his heels, letting a sliver of space build between them. He winds Gerard's tie around his fist and pulls so that Gerard is the one bending, leaning ever so slightly into Frank's personal space.
"Be careful what you ask for. You might get it."
Then he's pushing forward and up so their lips can meet, and for all the times they've done this on stage, Frank isn't prepared for the spark of electricity it causes now.