For the Love of God

Frank tried his hardest to ignore Gerard and his drunken ways, but he couldn't. It's like a car wreck, it's horrible, but you just can't keep your eyes off of it. Frank was instantly snapped out of his thoughts when he felt Gerard's foot whack his thigh.

"Ouch," He mumbled, lightly rubbing the spot where Gerard's foot had come into contact.

"What the fuck was that?" Gerard asked, lifting his head away from the couch cussions, and glancing behind him, and spotting Frank. A smile spread across Gerard's face, and he sat up.

"Aww, it's my sexy boyfriend," Gerard cooed, leaning over and pressing his lips against Frank's.

Frank was paralyzed. The room was silent except for the shocked sounds that came from Bob, who was watching intently. When Frank's mind processed the situation he was in, he pushed Gerard away, who just stared at him, his smile becoming washed away behind a scowl.

"Oh, yeah. Your a bible thumper now!" He slurred. Frank wiped his lips with the palm of his hand and shook his head, not daring to look at Gerard.

"Gerard, please," Frank begged.

"No! You know what I think Frank? If you love your God so damn much, marry the guy! Because I fucking hate you!" Gerard spat. Frank's breathing became uneven, and his bottom lip started to tremble.

"Please, don't talk to me like that."

"Why? What's wrong? Huh?" Gerard said, moving his face closer to Frank's, so close, Frank could smell the alcohol on his breath. Smelling the familiar scent, made Frank's heart skip a beat. It reminded him of how it tasted. How it made him feel.

"I don't like to be t-talked to like that!" Frank said, almost a studder.

"Aww, Frankie is sad. Why don't you go and whine to your fucking God!" Gerard screamed, pushing Frank slightly.

"Whoa, Gerard, stop. Calm down," Bob said, stepping closer to them. Gerard ignored him. And Frank didn't retaliate. He stayed silent.

"Exactly you little prick," Gerard snarled.

"Shut up," Frank muttered, tears stinging his eyes.

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do."

"Gerard, please shut u-"

Frank was interupted by a hard whack to the face. Gerard's hand had collided with Frank's cheek, making a loud popping sound. Frank threw his hands over his wounded cheek, and let the tears fall freely from his eyes. Frank looked over at Gerard, who just glared at him.

"Whoa! Gerard! What the fuck man! Hey Frank, you ok?!" Bob asked, running over, standing in front of the two. Frank just shook his head, and ran out of the room.