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Chapter 8
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"Frankie?" Gerard asked, the next day at 6pm while the pair where eating. Frank nodded, showing he was listening, but was also focusing on the paper in front of him telling him about politics and a lot of things he didn't really care about. "Why isn't this house decorated for Christmas?"
"Um," Frank looked up at Gerard from across the table now, leaning back in his chair and scratching the back of his head, "I guess it's because Mikey usually spends Christmas with your parents and I don't make a big deal out of it when I'm all on my own."
"But it'll be us this time," Gerard said rightly, resting an elbow on the table and letting his cheek rest in the palm of his hand, "Can't we make a little effort? Please Frankie, it's my first Christmas away from that stupid house in so long."
Frank sat for a while, letting silence fill the room. He was happy, and he was sort of smiling, but he was more thinking about why he was happy. He was happy that Gerard was confident enough around him to ask for things now. There was no shyness anymore. And as cute as that shyness was, Frank loved the confident Gerard more.
"I suppose I could buy a tree," Frank said, thinking about where he could get a cheap tree, "But I don't think we'll get many decorations for it on Christmas Eve."
"That's okay," Gerard smiled. He lay his hand down flat across the table and held onto Frank's that was lay beside it. Frank stared at their now connected hands. "Thank you."
"For?"
"Helping me have an amazing Christmas away from home," Gerard beamed, his white small teeth making Frank's heart throb, "Mikey didn't really notice how lonely I got around the holidays, and you did. So, Thank you."
"Don't thank me for being a decent person," Frank shook his head, "I'll never hurt you Gerard, or do anything to make you feel uncomfortable."
Frank let them both sit in a comfortable silence before removing his hand from Gerard's grasp and patting his jean pockets. When he felt his mobile and keys he stopped. "I'll go get us a tree and you can make Christmas cookies? I'm pretty sure there's the ingredients in the cupboard. But if you need anything just text me and I'll bring it."
Gerard nodded, because he could totally do Christmas cookies. In his spare time Gerard would often watch Masterchef or FoodTV and would practice the meals they made. He might as well learn to cook for himself if he was going to be alone for the rest of his life.
~
"I've got tinsel, but that's the best I could do," Frank said when he was finished putting up the tree in the front room. "Where's the cookies I plan on stuffing myself with?"
"They're cooling. You can't eat them yet," Gerard said and grinned when Frank groaned. "God, you're such a child Frank."
"Yes, a hungry child!" Frank sat on the couch and flicked through the channels, hating almost everything that was on them right now. They could watch a movie, yes, but Frank didn't really feel like doing anything that involved moving right now. He was so tired and was stressed out by Christmas that it had made him kind of moody. But he hid that from Gerard, because Gerard had finally started to trust him and if he wrecked that now he would never forgive himself.
"They'll be cool in about half an hour." Gerard sat on the couch next to Frank and got comfortable. Frank was glad that Mikey wasn't around today, because whenever Mikey was around either of the pair everything became awkward and strained. At least when Gerard and Frank were together the atmosphere was calm and relaxing. They could enjoy each other's company.
"Fine," Frank fake huffed and laughed, "I'm counting on them to fill me up until tomorrow morning when I heat up my mom's pancakes for out Christmas breakfast."
"Frank seriously," Gerard gave Frank a pointed look that expressed exactly what he had just said. "You still can't cook?"
"Nope," Frank grinned, "It's a good thing I have you and my mom to cook for me."
Yes, Gerard thought, yes it is.
~
"Gerard," Frank moaned. It wasn't what you'd think, or maybe it was, but Frank had already eaten 5 out of 12 cookies and he was feeling slightly full and bloated. "These are fucking good cookies. Shit."
"Thanks," Gerard blushed and Frank noticed the pink tint to his pale skin at his cheeks.
"Oh my God, Gerard!" Frank beamed again, "You're blushing!"
Frank then realized how much Gerard had actually made him smile today. It was just that he couldn't help but be happy when he was around Gerard. No matter how moody he was, he couldn't be angry or moody at Gerard. It was something Frank hadn't ever felt before. These facts knocked Frank's brain into overdrive of thoughts of explanations and reasoning and Frank figured that he had fallen for Gerard, and hard. Frank left the room, feeling slightly overwhelmed. He walked up to his room, and lay on his bed, feeling like a teenage girl with a crush.
Gerard, was sat in the front room feeling embarrassed and confused. Had he said something that would make Frank feel uncomfortable? Was it because he was blushing? Gerard was confused and feeling sad and rejected so he walked upstairs to his own bedroom and fell asleep.
~
Frank woke up and looked at his alarm clock. It was 2am but there was a loud noise filling the house every so often. They were moans and Frank smirked, because there was only one other person in the house and so the moans must belong to Gerard. Frank decided to investigate and maybe wake Gerard up because the moans were loud and the neighbors might hear.
Frank slowly walked toward's Gerard's room and opened the door, seeing the black haired beauty sleeping peacefully in his temporary bed. Then Frank walked closer and put a hand on Gerard's shoulder.
"Gee," Frank shook him a little, "Gerard. Gee. Wake up."
Gerard woke with a jump and sat up quickly. He looked around the room, his head snapping back and forth a few times until his vision rested on Frank.
"Jesus, Frank," Gerard panted, clutching his chest, "You scared me."
"You wanna tell me about that dream huh?" Frank smirked, and Gerard looked a little confused but then spoke anyway.
"Sometimes I have these dreams," Gerard spoke, looking at his hands like he was ashamed.
"So do we all Gee, it's nothing to be ashamed of," Frank laughed and Gerard shook his head.
"No, no Frankie." Gerard shook his head a little more as Frank continued to laugh. "Not those kind of dreams."
Frank looked at Gerard questionably, looking confused and then sat on the bed beside Gerard. Frank wasn't laughing anymore when he saw how serious Gerard looked.
"So they weren't moans of pleasure?" Frank asked, "They were moans of.. pain?"
"Sometimes," Gerard paused and thought about how to phrase his next words, "Sometimes it feels as if someone's gripping my throat and squeezing. It happens when I feel sad or like I disappointed someone. Sometimes it feels as if someone's watching me and laughing at me, but I never know who they are. And other times, I see the people I love dying and I can't wake up. I can't."
"Gee." frank sighed, resting a hopefully comforting hand on Gerard's shoulder, "You could have told me."
Gerard just shook his head. "Well lay down," Frank said and shifted on the bed so Gerard could lay down and then Frank stroked the hair away from his forehead.
"Just shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye, and sleep. The hardest part, is the awful things you've seen," Frank sang and kissed Gerard on the forehead before standing.
"Hey Frankie?" Gerard whispered, clearly tired, "You should write that down."
"No," Frank shook his head, though that was in vain because Gerard's eyes were closed, "That one is just for you."
A/N: I was meant to be writing an English essay, but I got a very nice comment begging me to update and I thought I'd post this early. I never originally intended for this to be written, it was meant to be a few days after Christmas after the last chapter, but as promised, fluff! Next chapter will be the same and the next will start the drama. Uh oh. xoxo .
P.S It is possible for Gerard's sleep talking to wake Frank up. I sleep talk and I wake up everyone. Sometimes I even sleep sing. So, y'know.
P.P.S Obviously I altered the lyrics a little.
"Um," Frank looked up at Gerard from across the table now, leaning back in his chair and scratching the back of his head, "I guess it's because Mikey usually spends Christmas with your parents and I don't make a big deal out of it when I'm all on my own."
"But it'll be us this time," Gerard said rightly, resting an elbow on the table and letting his cheek rest in the palm of his hand, "Can't we make a little effort? Please Frankie, it's my first Christmas away from that stupid house in so long."
Frank sat for a while, letting silence fill the room. He was happy, and he was sort of smiling, but he was more thinking about why he was happy. He was happy that Gerard was confident enough around him to ask for things now. There was no shyness anymore. And as cute as that shyness was, Frank loved the confident Gerard more.
"I suppose I could buy a tree," Frank said, thinking about where he could get a cheap tree, "But I don't think we'll get many decorations for it on Christmas Eve."
"That's okay," Gerard smiled. He lay his hand down flat across the table and held onto Frank's that was lay beside it. Frank stared at their now connected hands. "Thank you."
"For?"
"Helping me have an amazing Christmas away from home," Gerard beamed, his white small teeth making Frank's heart throb, "Mikey didn't really notice how lonely I got around the holidays, and you did. So, Thank you."
"Don't thank me for being a decent person," Frank shook his head, "I'll never hurt you Gerard, or do anything to make you feel uncomfortable."
Frank let them both sit in a comfortable silence before removing his hand from Gerard's grasp and patting his jean pockets. When he felt his mobile and keys he stopped. "I'll go get us a tree and you can make Christmas cookies? I'm pretty sure there's the ingredients in the cupboard. But if you need anything just text me and I'll bring it."
Gerard nodded, because he could totally do Christmas cookies. In his spare time Gerard would often watch Masterchef or FoodTV and would practice the meals they made. He might as well learn to cook for himself if he was going to be alone for the rest of his life.
~
"I've got tinsel, but that's the best I could do," Frank said when he was finished putting up the tree in the front room. "Where's the cookies I plan on stuffing myself with?"
"They're cooling. You can't eat them yet," Gerard said and grinned when Frank groaned. "God, you're such a child Frank."
"Yes, a hungry child!" Frank sat on the couch and flicked through the channels, hating almost everything that was on them right now. They could watch a movie, yes, but Frank didn't really feel like doing anything that involved moving right now. He was so tired and was stressed out by Christmas that it had made him kind of moody. But he hid that from Gerard, because Gerard had finally started to trust him and if he wrecked that now he would never forgive himself.
"They'll be cool in about half an hour." Gerard sat on the couch next to Frank and got comfortable. Frank was glad that Mikey wasn't around today, because whenever Mikey was around either of the pair everything became awkward and strained. At least when Gerard and Frank were together the atmosphere was calm and relaxing. They could enjoy each other's company.
"Fine," Frank fake huffed and laughed, "I'm counting on them to fill me up until tomorrow morning when I heat up my mom's pancakes for out Christmas breakfast."
"Frank seriously," Gerard gave Frank a pointed look that expressed exactly what he had just said. "You still can't cook?"
"Nope," Frank grinned, "It's a good thing I have you and my mom to cook for me."
Yes, Gerard thought, yes it is.
~
"Gerard," Frank moaned. It wasn't what you'd think, or maybe it was, but Frank had already eaten 5 out of 12 cookies and he was feeling slightly full and bloated. "These are fucking good cookies. Shit."
"Thanks," Gerard blushed and Frank noticed the pink tint to his pale skin at his cheeks.
"Oh my God, Gerard!" Frank beamed again, "You're blushing!"
Frank then realized how much Gerard had actually made him smile today. It was just that he couldn't help but be happy when he was around Gerard. No matter how moody he was, he couldn't be angry or moody at Gerard. It was something Frank hadn't ever felt before. These facts knocked Frank's brain into overdrive of thoughts of explanations and reasoning and Frank figured that he had fallen for Gerard, and hard. Frank left the room, feeling slightly overwhelmed. He walked up to his room, and lay on his bed, feeling like a teenage girl with a crush.
Gerard, was sat in the front room feeling embarrassed and confused. Had he said something that would make Frank feel uncomfortable? Was it because he was blushing? Gerard was confused and feeling sad and rejected so he walked upstairs to his own bedroom and fell asleep.
~
Frank woke up and looked at his alarm clock. It was 2am but there was a loud noise filling the house every so often. They were moans and Frank smirked, because there was only one other person in the house and so the moans must belong to Gerard. Frank decided to investigate and maybe wake Gerard up because the moans were loud and the neighbors might hear.
Frank slowly walked toward's Gerard's room and opened the door, seeing the black haired beauty sleeping peacefully in his temporary bed. Then Frank walked closer and put a hand on Gerard's shoulder.
"Gee," Frank shook him a little, "Gerard. Gee. Wake up."
Gerard woke with a jump and sat up quickly. He looked around the room, his head snapping back and forth a few times until his vision rested on Frank.
"Jesus, Frank," Gerard panted, clutching his chest, "You scared me."
"You wanna tell me about that dream huh?" Frank smirked, and Gerard looked a little confused but then spoke anyway.
"Sometimes I have these dreams," Gerard spoke, looking at his hands like he was ashamed.
"So do we all Gee, it's nothing to be ashamed of," Frank laughed and Gerard shook his head.
"No, no Frankie." Gerard shook his head a little more as Frank continued to laugh. "Not those kind of dreams."
Frank looked at Gerard questionably, looking confused and then sat on the bed beside Gerard. Frank wasn't laughing anymore when he saw how serious Gerard looked.
"So they weren't moans of pleasure?" Frank asked, "They were moans of.. pain?"
"Sometimes," Gerard paused and thought about how to phrase his next words, "Sometimes it feels as if someone's gripping my throat and squeezing. It happens when I feel sad or like I disappointed someone. Sometimes it feels as if someone's watching me and laughing at me, but I never know who they are. And other times, I see the people I love dying and I can't wake up. I can't."
"Gee." frank sighed, resting a hopefully comforting hand on Gerard's shoulder, "You could have told me."
Gerard just shook his head. "Well lay down," Frank said and shifted on the bed so Gerard could lay down and then Frank stroked the hair away from his forehead.
"Just shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye, and sleep. The hardest part, is the awful things you've seen," Frank sang and kissed Gerard on the forehead before standing.
"Hey Frankie?" Gerard whispered, clearly tired, "You should write that down."
"No," Frank shook his head, though that was in vain because Gerard's eyes were closed, "That one is just for you."
A/N: I was meant to be writing an English essay, but I got a very nice comment begging me to update and I thought I'd post this early. I never originally intended for this to be written, it was meant to be a few days after Christmas after the last chapter, but as promised, fluff! Next chapter will be the same and the next will start the drama. Uh oh. xoxo .
P.S It is possible for Gerard's sleep talking to wake Frank up. I sleep talk and I wake up everyone. Sometimes I even sleep sing. So, y'know.
P.P.S Obviously I altered the lyrics a little.
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