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Frank and Gerard were at a concert, pushing through the audience to get to the front.
Since Gerard was taller, people tended to move out of the way quicker, and since Frank was shorter (and more aggressive), he did a great job weaving through and breaking up the mass of people around them.
With Frankie in front and Gerard following behind, it was an impeccable system, and this strategy has always worked for them in the past.
This time was tricky.
This crowd was dense, the venue was clearly way over capacity, and as the two musicians tried to part the crowd even a little, finding spaces to wriggle through, some other fellow fans has the same goal, but with no such system and far less tact.
"Hey! Watch it!" Frank shouted as he was shoved sideways by some idiot to the right of him, but his voice got lost in the crowd. He could have lost his footing and caused a domino effect had it not been for Gerard's hand firmly attatched to his - they'd realised earlier when Frankie briefly lost Gerard at the edge of the crowd that constant attatchment was a non-negotiable - those 4 and a half seconds unable to find Gerard had been the most terrifying of Frank's life. The relief when the taller boy found him was immense.
"Frank! Over here."
'Relief' doesn't describe the comfort and warmth that flooded Frank's body at the sight of his boyfriend, the intense anxiety dropping away as suddenly as it arrived, he rushed over to wrap himself in his boyfriend's arms.
After checking that both were okay, each grabbed the other's hand, lacing their fingers together defiantly against any force that would attempt to seperate the two of them.
This defiance was now directed at the unknown figures attempting to shove everyone else aside - even Frank and Gerard had accepted that getting to the front was impossible, having settled into a spot near the middle left of the audience, Gerard having a clear view of the stage, despite Frank in his tallest platforms standing directly in front.
This would have annoyed Frank if it weren't for the fact that this was the perfect arrangement to watch the entire show from the comfort of his boyfriend's arms (which were, as per usual, wrapped around his shoulders.)
Frank couldn't see the stage as well as Gee could, but that didn't matter.
Gerard has always wanted to see Johnnie Guilbert live, and Frank had always promised to go with him when they managed to get tickets to a show - "To remember it on his behalf", he'd always said, or "to make sure you don't die" or "to catch you when you inevitably swoon".
Frank was a man of his word, so here he was, in his skeleton gloves and red eyeshadow, net skull overshirt over his dancing skeletons tee, four bracelets on one heavily tattooed arm, about a thousand on the other to trade or give away.
There was no opening act, and the crowd was getting restless. They'd tried chanting "Johnnie! Johnnie! JOHHNIE! JOHNNIE!" to no avail,
and the music from the speakers in the background was the electric guitar equivalent of hold music, only managing to add texture to the crowd's chatter.
This left Frank hyper-aware of every detail around him, the passing of time, and his annoyingly tall, extremely hot boyfriend behind him.
He was just wondering whether the chanting was going to start again when he felt a hand - Gerard's, he realised - tap on his shoulder, brushing over his neck. Curious, he turned his head around, looking back over his right shoulder.
When he saw Gerard's face moving towards his
That fraction of a second was busy with feelings and thoughts.
The initial curiosity was overtaken as realisation dawned, then anticipation flooded in before he felt Gerard's lips on his.
Gerard's lips were soft, and Frank's were dry and cracked from the harsh london air.
Gerard didn't seem to mind.
In that moment, it felt like no-one was watching them. That they were the only people in that room.
"So that's how it happens." Frank thought to himself happily. The mystery of the pair's first kiss finally solved.
Grinning like an idiot, he finally turned his head back around, facing the stage once again.
Holding tight onto him, Frank practically melted into his boyfriend's arms.
Squeezing the taller boy's hand's and rocking happily, doing the best he could to convey the fucking massive smile on his face to the boy standing behind him.
There was a small silence as they stood there.
"...Ok. the lights are dim and all I can see of that guy is his eyes, is he real?" Gerard asked nervously
Frank looked over to where Gee had pointed
"That guy on the balcony?"
"yeah."
"yeah, he's real. Don't worry. He's just got a hood up."
"Ok thankyou"
An idea stirred in Frank's mind.
"I'm real too, by the way."
"Are you sure? " Gerard asked suspiciously
"Yep. promise."
"I'm not sure." said Gerard casually
"I think we need to check."
Gerard tilted Frank's face towards him and bent down to kiss him again. "two." Frank noted in his head, hoping to keep track of how many times they kissed.
Frank grinned. "Seems real to me."
"Yep. Okay, you're real." Gerard grinned back at his boyfriend.