I love how distinct all their voices are and how the relationships (current or forming) between each of them are different.
When the Bowie posters showed up (Frank had obviously taken to spying through his neighbour's windows to discover their douchebag quotient), Frank decided they were going to be friends. Once Frank decides to befriend you, you really don't have a choice in the matter. Gerard should know.
Since Adam practically beat a promise out of Gerard to let Adam do his brownish roots--with an earnest, hopeful voice he's only ever had Frank use on him, and the backup of two sets of wide brown eyes peering over his shoulder, which is old school Mortal Kombat overkill—
When Frank trots out the desperate, imploring gaze, he looks like somebody not only killed every single puppy in the world, but did so in the most heinous, repellant way possible, and it involved spiders. Adam's isn't quite as impressive, but it's close enough that Gerard wants to hug him so hard and tell him it's okay, it was only a nightmare, all the puppies are safe and sound curled up in happy spider-free piles of adorableness.
Grabbing onto Gerard's jeans, Frank climbs him like a tree. In danger of losing his pants, Gerard takes hold of his arm and hauls him the rest of the way up, stumbling back into Adam. Adam barely budges, Bob-solid. It's impressive. Frank's a squirmy little fucker.
"Tommy," Adam explains with a shrug. They share a silent moment of fond commiseration. Gerard loves silent moments.
"Oh god." Gerard shudders, his cock twitching. "I'm not a fucking sex toy-"
"That's right!" Adam declares.
"-you got to give me a minute to catch my breath," Gerard finishes weakly.
"Me! Fucking- Dude. Dude. You took one look at Sleeping Beauty here and wanted all up in his business so fucking fast fucking NASA saw your boner from fucking space."
"They're really fucking hot for each other, Adam, Jesus, they don't need to talk about it, they need to fuck."
"God," Adam groans, groping for a pillow to shove over his face. "Gerard, you have no idea how happy I am you're here. These two have been fucking killing me."
Adam looks up, a small, happy smile on his face, then flicks a glance down at Frank, all, check him out, he's so fucking delighted, Gerard smiles back, thinks that yeah, yeah, this is good.
Adam and Gerard are so damn sweet and considerate and thoughtful and it’s a good thing they have their crazy boys to drag them into trouble.*g*
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Date: 2011-07-19 02:10 pm (UTC)When the Bowie posters showed up (Frank had obviously taken to spying through his neighbour's windows to discover their douchebag quotient), Frank decided they were going to be friends. Once Frank decides to befriend you, you really don't have a choice in the matter. Gerard should know.
Since Adam practically beat a promise out of Gerard to let Adam do his brownish roots--with an earnest, hopeful voice he's only ever had Frank use on him, and the backup of two sets of wide brown eyes peering over his shoulder, which is old school Mortal Kombat overkill—
When Frank trots out the desperate, imploring gaze, he looks like somebody not only killed every single puppy in the world, but did so in the most heinous, repellant way possible, and it involved spiders. Adam's isn't quite as impressive, but it's close enough that Gerard wants to hug him so hard and tell him it's okay, it was only a nightmare, all the puppies are safe and sound curled up in happy spider-free piles of adorableness.
Grabbing onto Gerard's jeans, Frank climbs him like a tree. In danger of losing his pants, Gerard takes hold of his arm and hauls him the rest of the way up, stumbling back into Adam. Adam barely budges, Bob-solid. It's impressive. Frank's a squirmy little fucker.
"Tommy," Adam explains with a shrug. They share a silent moment of fond commiseration. Gerard loves silent moments.
"Oh god." Gerard shudders, his cock twitching. "I'm not a fucking sex toy-"
"That's right!" Adam declares.
"-you got to give me a minute to catch my breath," Gerard finishes weakly.
"Me! Fucking- Dude. Dude. You took one look at Sleeping Beauty here and wanted all up in his business so fucking fast fucking NASA saw your boner from fucking space."
"They're really fucking hot for each other, Adam, Jesus, they don't need to talk about it, they need to fuck."
"God," Adam groans, groping for a pillow to shove over his face. "Gerard, you have no idea how happy I am you're here. These two have been fucking killing me."
Adam looks up, a small, happy smile on his face, then flicks a glance down at Frank, all, check him out, he's so fucking delighted, Gerard smiles back, thinks that yeah, yeah, this is good.
Adam and Gerard are so damn sweet and considerate and thoughtful and it’s a good thing they have their crazy boys to drag them into trouble.*g*