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Donna sighs; she knows her son. “Sure, Gerard, suit yourself.” “I know you did this for me, Mom, and I’m thankful for that; I just want to see what’s in there.”
“I know, son; don’t worry.” She smiles a bit, the same half smile that Mikey and Gerard have. “I’ll be in the kitchen making something for dinner; it will be just you and me.” His mother is happy, Gerard thinks while he carries the three boxes back to his old room. She’s happy having her thirty-year-old son back under her roof, and even if Gerard finds it pathetic, he prefers to stay here keeping her company to being alone in a big house until the tour starts again.

After all, Gerard keeps thinking with a smirk, he’s a mama’s boy. And . "Frank is here!" The singer laughs softly. "Thanks for making me feel young again, Mom!" I says, I Remembered When Would Any of the guys come to the house and I Would Be In His basement doing anything or nothing and historical Would mom scream at him with the notice of Anyone coming in.
"That's my job, they are!" The woman laughs too, and Gerard is sure I Can Hear a bit of Frank's Laugh Along with her words. "Want me to send him down with Some lemonade to complete your nostalgia?"
"Mom," I says with a smile, while opening the third box, "you never made us lemonade." Donna's and Frank's laughs Are Music to Gerard's ears When He Finds Something Appealing in the box. "PlanningSomething interesting on doing? "Frank asks, Entering the room.
"I found These crayons with the ones I can use to draw on the bathtub," I says, lifting a little box, "I plan to color in the shower wall." Franks Gives him a grin and walks closer. "Do you think your mom Would Be Mad?" "She loves my art," Gerard says in a childish tone, pulling the box away When Frank tries to grab it. "Mine!" I adds. Frank giggles a bit at That, I can not help That that's the effect you have on him Gerard. "Are not you a bit old for drawing on walls?" I tries this time. "Oh my God!" Gerard says, offended, and Adding a bit of drama to the sentence. "You think you have an age That Art?!" CC "I got sick of my own family, and I Remembered That I really liked yours." He smiles. "Or, well, you and your mom."
"We like you too," Gerard answers, Not Really Giving the guitarist much Attention, and INSTEAD paying Attention to the Things I is Finding. "What are you
doing,
anyway?" Frank asks, using the Same words Had the singer before. "Things Mom put in boxes, and if I'm seeing There's Something interesting in Them." "Any luck?" "Beside my crayons," Frank rolls eyes at That historical, and Gerard Gives him the finger while I lifts to book with a brownish cover, "more proof That I Was a school geek and Some Things. All trash reoh so she made Mikey Network With Some questions. " The guitarist Gives him an incredulous look while They walk away from the kitchen's entrance and to the bathroom. If I wonders how Gerard is so crazy Sometimes I blame genetics for dog Clearly That. Gerard opens the shower's curtain, and he's excited about this Until Actually I've done That I've no idea What to draw in there. He turns to Frank, the smirk on His face now a worried frown.
"What's wrong?" The Other ASKs. "I dunno What to" Ah, "I smiles again, and His face lights like a light-bubble Would Do in a kid's cartoon. "Take off your shirt!"
"What?!" Gerard chuckles at Frank's face, "You fucker, I��You’ll do the drawing; how’s it gonna be fun for me?” “If you promise to stay in the lines, I’ll let you color a bit.” Frank rolls his eyes at that answer, and his hands somehow decide to be at Gerard’s side, undoing his belt. When Frank looks up, Gerard is in his boxers in the shower, crayon box in hand, and apparently searching for something in it.
“I can’t believe there’s no black!” he says, indignantly. “What kind of kid would need black to draw?” “One that wants to make normal borders?” “No, a lead singer that spends his free Saturday afternoon coloring in the bathtub with his guitarist would,” Frank answers, going over the to shower and getting innext to Gerard. "Yellow Would Do, it's for birds after all," I says, picking up the crayon. "Do not say anything!" He stops Frank's prosthesis, and the guitarist mutters a 'fuck you' under His breath. He turns on the shower, and There Are A Few curses from Both Of Them Before He Finds the right temperature. Both Then they're soaked, and the silk of Their boxers Their skin is attached to. "Now," Gerard says, turning to watch Frank's hips, where, inspiration is historical. But historical Attention is diverted. Frank's recently long hair is wet, wet and sticking to His face, Which Is Also wet and making him glow - Mostly His lips, look as if raindrops That Had fallen on Them, Making Them look delightful to eat
, is actually kissing him back and even putting his wet hand against Gerard’s neck, playing with the hair there, and pulling it a bit, too.

When the kiss becomes heated enough that their bodies are almost thrusting against each other and Gerard can feel the erection forming in Frank’s boxers against his own mixed with the water falling from both their chests, Frank’s breaks the kiss.
It takes a few breaths before the guitarist can say what he apparently wanted to and what made him break the battle of tongues. “Of all the times,” he says, still breathing erratically, “Of all the times that I imagined fucking you, in your house with your mom in the kitchen was never an option.”
Gerard shivers, in part because of Frank’s warmWhile C Starting to draw, with Frank making remarks Some pretty dirty Gerard That Almost cause to blush - almost - the singer Thinks about Changing the title on the crayons' box.

Going from ' Rub a Dub, draw in the tub ' to '
Rub a guitarist, fuck in the tub ' Seems oddly amusing to him.
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