*Frerard* Frank has a bad dream so he goes to Gerard. Fluff warning.
Disclaimer: Gee and Frankie don't belong to me.
I woke suddenly in the middle of the night to see a dark figure silhouetted in my doorway. The figure walked into my room and stood beside my bed.
"Gerard, I had a nightmare." I rolled my eyes.
"Frankie you're not a little kid."
He pouted. "So what? I can still come and see you if I want..."
He crawled over till he was lying beside me and smiled flirtatiously, bringing his face closer to mine. I pushed him away.
"Frank, stop it." He put his arm around my shoulders and moved closer.
"What’s wrong Gee?" I stared at my hands.
"Nothing. I just had an argument with Mikey today and now I feel kinda depressed."
"Aww it's ok." He said to me, placing his hand on the side of my face. "It'll get better."
"I know." I replied. "It just kinda sucks at the moment." I put my head on his shoulder and my arm around his skinny waist. He looked at me like he was about to laugh.
"Geez honey, anyone would think you were trying to make a move on me." I sighed theatrically.
"How do you know I’m not?"
He laughed. "Because, honey, you're supposed to be straight. Or at least you were last time I looked…” He grinned at me. I glanced up and smiled.
“Yeah?” He asked me.
“Would you give me a kiss if I asked nicely?” Without waiting for a reply, I pushed him down and pressed my lips to his.
He looked surprised for a moment, then recovered and started kissing me fiercely. His lips tasted like coffee. “Mmmm…” I sighed into his mouth. In reply he moved his hands into my hair and pulled my head closer to his.
This was so much better than any of the kisses I'd had from a girl. I ran my tongue along his lower lip, his metal lip ring cool on my skin. I shivered. He pulled away slightly.
As our mouths came apart, I stared into his beautiful brown eyes. Already I was lost in them. I blinked sleepily.
“Do you want to go to sleep, honey?” he murmured.
“Only if you stay, Frankie.” I whispered back.
“Honey, I promise.” He moved closer so that he was holding me around the waist and our noses were almost touching.
“Night, honey.” He breathed.
“Good night Frankie,” I smiled. “Love you…”
You gotta love Frerard fluff.. ^_^