Frank's POV. Gerard hasn't been speaking to me since I told him about how we should act considering we're just friends

Gerard hasn't been speaking to me since I told him about how we should act considering we're just friends. He'd acknowledge me in front of the rest of the co workers, but today, when I asked him if he'd light me a cigarette, he said 'no'. Because that would mean he'd have to put my cigarette in his mouth which meant he'd be making out with my cigarette or some shit. I got pissed off with him and walked away from him. It's not like he'd be giving the cigarette a blow job or anything. All he'd have to do was set it on fire. I thought it was cool how he lit cigarettes. But apparently he's taking everything very seriously and even him lighting me cigarettes appears to be out of the question.

When we both got home from superheroing, which by the way was also a very awkward experience involving Gerard ignoring almost everything I was saying to him, Gerard went into the bedroom and went to sleep without even saying goodnight. I was gonna go in there and get into the bed, but he'd hogged the whole bed. So I turned on the light. I was not gonna accept him into my home only to be treated like shit.

"What the fuck Frank?" he asked me, rubbing his eyes as he woke up from the light now blaring into his eyes.

"I'll give you what the fuck. You're fucking hogging the bed. And you're ignoring me. You know, friends do speak to one another. Just because I want to distance myself from you does not give you the right to make both our lives even more miserable. Now tell me, am I wasting my time by loving you? Am I better off finding a guy who will not just lead me along and will actually show affection and love back to me? Because right now, I'm having some doubts. I can't help but love you and I have no fucking clue how to act around you because you only see me as a friend whose cock you can perve on at any time you feel like it," I ranted.

Gerard looked at me with a stunned expression on his face. I had no idea how he was feeling, but he looked like he was struggling to find the right words to say.

"I... I don't know. But I... I want us to be how we were. Friends who were comfortable with holding one another's hands in the street. Friends who kissed one another's cheeks. Friends who would give one another long hugs. Look, just forget it. If you want me to decide right now whether I want to be with you or not, I can't decide. I have so many feelings towards you that are beyond just friendship. But I'm just scared that I'm gonna be hurt," he said, standing up and getting out of bed.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"To sleep on the couch," he informed me, walking to the cupboard and grabbing himself a spare blanket before walking to the living room.

I laid there in bed with the light off. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't help but dwell on everything that had happened. Gerard wasn't taking this whole friendship thing well either. So why the hell did he want to only be just friends? I wasn't planning on hurting him. I wanted to love him and comfort him when he was upset. I wanted to be able to make him smile. Sighing, I knew what I had to do. I got out of bed and walked to the living room. Gerard was laying there, the moonlight coming through the window and lighting up one side of his body. A tear glistened from the corner of his eye. It would make a beautiful photograph if I were someone who could take good photos.

I walked closer to Gerard and pulled the blanket down before laying on top of him. In the process, he obviously woke up, if he wasn't awake already. He looked at me confused, and I looked up at him.

"I'm sorry," I said, pecking his neck, before snuggling into his chest. "If I wasn't so worried about loving someone who didn't love me back, this would never of happened. Of course I don't want to stop doing those things with you. I like hugging you and kissing your cheek and watching you blush afterwards," I apologized.

"It's ok. I'm afraid of rejection. Like, what if you don't like something about me and just dump me? What if I gained 5 pounds or let myself look like a hobo again or decided that I really did have a fire fetish?" Gerard asked. I cupped one of his cheeks with the palm of my hand and gently caressed the skin.

"Gerard, I love you. Love means that you don't give a shit about the faults of the person you love. You could weigh 500 pounds and I would still love you. You could look like a hobo again if you want... if you look really run down and stop shaving and don't change your clothes, people might throw money at you on the street which would be pretty sweet because you could buy some cool stuff with it. And you can scorch your cock all you want and I would let you. Because you are you and I know who you are deep down. Just be yourself. Be annoying if you want to. Be horny if you want to. Go and fuck rabbits if you really want to... but I'd make you see a doctor before you even came near me because I don't want rabies. The point is, I would love you no matter what you did because I get along with you so well. We're like a puzzle made of magnets. You attract me and I instantly fit in your arms. Everything's so comfortable between us. We both know one another's secrets. And that's all I'm gonna say, because I am tired," I said, shifting my position on top of Gerard. He held onto me tighter and we fell asleep on the couch in one another's arms.