"I--you!" Gerard spluttered, and then crunched his candy cane before he could say anything more revealing. Ugh, stupid little brothers. "It'd be hard for him to dip you anyway," he pointed out grumpily, sticking out a sticky tongue, "seeing as you're a giant beanpole person."
And what weird noises had Frank made? Weird noises mid-kiss? Weird noises, like, what? Moans? Protests? Comments on Mikey's impossible lankiness? What the fuck was Mikey talking about? Gerard wasn't going to ask and give him the satisfaction.
Then inspiration dawned and he smirked. The tables had turned! Well, hopefully. It was a bit of a stretch, but at least it'd be a shift in the conversation.
"I only wondered, since, you know," he said innocently, "it sparked such vivid dreams and all. I mean, really vivid. So vivid that you came in your pants. Or was that a different dream?" He cocked an eyebrow and steepled his fingers, the picture of cool academic interest.