License

“Frankie, can I drive?” Gerard asked with a mischievous smile lingering over his features. “Please?”

Frank raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend. “Of course you can’t.”

His smile melted into a puppy-pout. “Please? I’ll be really careful this time.”

“You said that last time.”

“Bu—”

“Gerard, I am not having this argument.” Frank moved to open the driver’s side door just as Gerard’s fingers found his and pressed them against the car, pinning him and grazing the sensitive spot on his neck.

“Now can I drive?” he whispered against the shorter man’s skin. Silence. Frank couldn’t bring himself to say anything. Gerard moved his lips towards Frank’s eye and then gently moved towards his ear, tracing the line with his tongue. “How about now?” Still no answer. Gerard traced another line to Frank’s lips, taking them with his own softly before sliding tongue against tongue. Frank tasted apple lip balm.

“Ohhh…” was all Frank could say.

Gerard pulled away, smirking. “Can I drive now?” Frank took a few deep breaths before dropping the keys into Gerard’s outstretched palm.