Gerard's POV. "Isn't there any way I can fit you in my suitcase?

"Isn't there any way I can fit you in my suitcase? You can call in sick for the next week. Erica knows how to manage the parlor. I don't know why the owner didn't pick her to manage the place," Frank spoke. It was Sunday night. Frank had to wake up early the next morning to catch his plane to LA. Since Erica had crystallized their hands, Dr. Krustallos and The Executioner had not resurfaced. Erica had called up Bob after the news had aired that night to ask if he was ok, playing the concerned cousin role. She found out that both of them had the top few layers of skin eaten away by the acid and their hands hurt too much to do anything. If only it had done more damage.

"You know I don't want us to be apart. Maybe the owner was like everyone else and thinks Erica is stupid, even though we know otherwise," I pointed out.

"I don't know what clothes to pack. Is it much warmer in LA? What if I get there and it's boiling hot and I've packed a whole suitcase of jeans?" Frank asked.

"Pack a mixture of clothes," I suggested.

"Good thinking," he spoke as I went to the top drawer of my nightstand. Pulling out my dildo and some lube, I put them in his bag, making him raise his eyebrows and smirk at me. I just wiggled my eyebrows back at him, making him giggle.

"You need to have something to help you get off with while we're away, and you might have your own sex toys, but you looked so good getting off on my dildo that day I jacked off to you invisibly before we were a couple. You looked like you were enjoying yourself. So I figured I'd let you keep on enjoying yourself. Since my real cock won't be there to give you somethin', I thought I'd lend you my fake cock," I spoke, making him grin as he continued to just throw shit into his suitcase. Once he was packed, he closed his suitcase and at first had some difficulty in shutting the thing, because he'd crammed too much junk food into it, but once he used his super-strength, closing the suitcase was an easy task.

"Well, I'd supposed I'd better go to sleep, considering I have to be awake by 5am to catch a plane by 6:15," he said.

"I'll go to sleep with you," I decided. I was gonna be waking him up early and flying him to the airport anyway, so I needed just as much sleep as he did. We both stripped down to our boxers and hopped into bed, Frank immediately wrapping his arms around me as I leaned down and kissed his lips.

The slow, tender kiss somehow turned into a deep, hurried kiss, as though we felt like we wouldn't have the opportunity to do so ever again. Our hands roamed one another's bodies as we both emitted moans of pleasure. Our boxers were discarded under the blankets of the bed as we both pumped each other's cocks. Lubricant was spread on my cock as Frank pulled me hurriedly towards his entrance. There was a sense of desperation in what we were both doing. It felt like an eternity before I'd get to hold Frank like this again.

As our bodies moved as one, our moans became louder. We both heard Mikey turn up his stereo in his bedroom, making us giggle, our sweaty foreheads touching, small bits of moist hair hanging down over our faces. There was so much passion and need in our love making. As we both reached our climaxes, we screamed one another's names. We spent the following 15 minutes holding one another, kissing one another and professing out love to one another.

And then we fell asleep, only to be rudely awoken by my alarm clock at 5am. Getting dressed and having breakfast, we left the apartment, flying invisibly to the airport, where we didn't become visible until we reached the men's room.

"God I wish time would just stop!" Frank exclaimed, dragging his suitcase behind him. We went through to the section of the crowded airports where all the gates and terminals were. Frank got his bag checked in and we sat down and waited outside of the gate that he would be leaving through. We only had 10 minutes left.

"I promise to call you and message you all the time," I told him.

"Ok, and you better keep me updated on Bob and Ray," Frank replied. I nodded.

"I will," I promised.

"And don't get yourself hurt while I'm gone. I wanna come home to an unharmed boyfriend so that the first thing we do as soon as we set foot in the apartment is to have sex," Frank said cheekily. I chuckled, wrapping my arms around him.

We stayed cuddled up until Frank was allowed to board. We both stood up, looking at one another and wrapping our arms around each other. Our lips crashed together and I didn't give a fuck if people were looking and found what Frank and I were doing to be offensive.

"I love you," I told him.

"I love you too. I'll see you on Saturday night," Frank told me, making me nod.

"Call me as soon as your plane lands so that I know you're ok," I told him, making him nod. We hugged and kissed one last time, before Frank showed the woman at the entrance to the gate his ticket, and we made his way onto the plane. I stayed there for a little while, watching as the plane started up, watching as it approached the runway, watching as it took off into the sky. Watching it for as long as I could until I could no longer see it.

I made my way back to the men's room at the front of the airport and made my way into a cubicle, turning invisible before leaving. As I arrived home, I received a text message. I noticed that it was from Frank. It read:

I miss you already