#bexles

Frank doesn't think he could seduce somebody and look out for spiders at the same time. Probably he'd try to kiss Gerard and a spider would drop directly onto his face and then he'd die. And always associate kissing Gerard with spiders. And screaming. And death.

"What are you talking about, I'm a great driver!" Gerard says, running a red light and doing a twirly hand-wave out the window as an apology to all the people he almost just killed. "Ooh, bagels."

He kind of looks like he might pass out. "Are you trying to tell me that my baby brother is," his voice drops to a whisper, "Mikey's a slut?"

"In the where?" Mikey said after a minute's pause. "In the faucet," Gerard repeated, shifting so the arm holding the phone wasn't touching the water. "My toe is stuck in the faucet."

Gerard coos into the cup, takes a sip and groans in pleasure and Frank reminds himself sternly that it's irrational to be jealous of a beverage.

“You got your stupid rich-guy peas, okay, quit bitching,” said Frank, and took a left turn.

I love you," he whispered against Gerard's mouth. "I love you just like this. Exactly as you are.