Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Three Days
Hey, sorry it’s been a few days, I’ve had a bunch of stuff to do. And this one might be shorter, but I’ll do my best. :) (If only we didn’t need to sleep…X.X lol)
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Frank sat sideways in the back seat of Ray’s car, his knees pulled up to his chest as he leaned back on Gerard’s shoulder. “That was really awesome tonight, Ray. Good thing we ran into you.”
“Yeah, or you would’ve been on the news being held up at gunpoint somewhere.” Ray smirked, threw a glance at Frank through the rearview mirror. “We play great together though, don’t we?”
“Fuck yeah, we always have!” All it had ever been was just playing around, though. They never could seem to actually go through to the stage of forming a band, even though it was something Frank had always wanted. At of all of them he was the only one that hadn’t finished college, and he was the worst about keeping a steady job. He’d been through a few bands, but none of them had lasted. And every time he couldn’t help but think that none of them had a lead guitarist like Ray, and absolutely none of them had anyone that could sing like Gerard. He snuggled back closer against his husband, turned his head to leave a kiss on Gerard’s cheek. “Thank you, for singing with us. You were beautiful.”
Gerard shook his head, stroked Frank’s cheek. “No. You’re beautiful. And you two were awesome.” He raised his voice on the last part, including Ray. “Shit, man, I wouldn’t have believed it but I think you’ve gotten even better than the last time I heard you play. How the hell is that possible?”
Ray laughed a little, shrugged. “Thanks, Gee. It’s really nothing special.”
“Right. I know you’ve heard me try to play but I think you’ve forgotten how many hours I practiced in order to be able to play that badly.” They all laughed before drifting into silence, and Frank felt Gerard’s arms tighten around him. He was so comfortable, like this. He never felt more at home than he did with Gerard holding him. He was watching out the window in the dark, absently, and he saw the dull sheen of streetlights on marble, the shadows of crumbling mausoleums. He knew exactly what part of town they were in now, not far from his old house. And that cemetery…
He could feel his skin heat at the thought and he squirmed, tried to get his mind onto something else.
“What is it, Frankie?”
Gerard’s whisper against his ear was hot and soft, and didn’t really help him clear his mind. “I ah…the cemetery. My 16th birthday. Do you remember?”
He felt more than heard the low hum in Gerard’s chest, felt him pull him closer against his lap. “How could I ever forget?” His voice had dropped lower, still in a hushed whisper. “You looked like a fucking god in the moonlight. I knew I didn’t deserve you. I never have.”
“Not true.” Frank reached for Gerard’s hand, their fingers instinctively fitting perfectly together. He could remember the night like it was yesterday, even though 11 years had passed since then. Halloween had fallen on a Saturday night, and Gerard had come home from art school for the weekend. He had promised Frank a surprise and kept him whining and guessing until he had taken him out late, after all the kids had gone in. There were still some teenagers running around, and worse than that, the everyday dangers of Belleville’s streets but they hadn’t cared. Gerard had led him to that cemetery and given him his presents, a Black Flag hoodie and a leather cuff bracelet with both their names on the inside. He had told him that if he’d had the money, he’d have had a car for him. Frank hadn’t cared. They made love against the white wall of a mausoleum, and Frank could still feel the cold of the marble against his back, hear the way Gerard had moaned his name. They could have been caught by anyone, including several people that would’ve just been out to rob them and quite a few that would have killed them for no other reason than the fact that they were together, but they were young and reckless and utterly in love. He could remember trembling in Gerard’s arms afterward, his strong arms holding him close. He had never wanted to go home.
“Gee?”
“Hm?” His voice was still low, and Frank knew he had been seeing it all over again as well.
“Can we do that again? For my birthday this year?”
He felt Gerard’s chest freeze behind him, his breath catching. “Boston’s a bigger city. More likely to be noticed.”
There was something guarded in his voice, but Frank couldn’t identify it. “ ‘Kay.”
“Hey.” Gerard’s hand was gentle on his cheek, turning him to face him. “I didn’t say no.” He smiled, slightly. “It sounds wonderful to me.”
“Really?”
“Fuck, yes, babe. That was so damn good.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I really don’t wanna know, but we’re here.” Ray parked, turning around in the seat to look at them. “You know me and Bob once had a bet about how long you guys could keep your hands off each other in public.”
Frank laughed, sitting up. “And?”
“I won. He said 5 minutes, I said no way. Got me $20.” He shook his head, amused. “Anyway, it’s so good having you guys back here. How long are you staying?”
Gerard was quick to answer. “However long we feel like. Haven’t decided.”
“Well, I hope it’s awhile. We gonna see you tomorrow?”
Frank felt Gerard’s eyes on him, his hand tightening on Frank’s for a moment. “I don’t know. We’ll have to see what we end up doing, but we might come by or something. Or run into you again.”
“Alright, sounds good, just give me a call and let me know ok?”
Frank slid toward the door, still holding Gerard’s hand. “Ok. Night!”
“Goodnight, guys.”
He had dropped them off not at the lobby but at a hall with elevators closer to their room. Gerard, however, had other ideas. He tugged Frank into the stairwell, and the door was barely shut before he had him up against the wall, kissing him ravenously. No matter how long they had been together, Gerard always had the same effect on him. Frank’s knees went weak and he whimpered, wrapping his arms around Gerard to help hold himself up.
“Talking about that in the car…God I can see you. The way you looked. That sound I found out you make when I do this…” Gerard slid a hand between them, rubbing Frank’s growing erection as his lips fastened onto Frank’s neck, sucking hard. The combination of sensations was heaven, and Frank could hear the desperate moan that escaped his throat, could feel Gerard’s length swell against his thigh at the sound. “Yes. Just like that. Sounds so fucking good.” He pulled back a little, panting, rested his forehead against the wall beside Frank’s head. “Shit, I’m sorry. I just want you so fucking bad; you don’t know what you do to me.”
Frank laughed breathlessly, nuzzled against Gerard’s cheek. “Are you apologizing for that? Seriously? You know how hard I am for you right now?” He slid a hand up Gerard’s arm, found his hand and guided it back between them, sighed as he pressed it exactly where he wanted it. “Gee…”
Gerard shook his head, wrapped his arms around Frank’s waist and kissed his forehead gently, his breath still heavy. “Still. Not like this. Slower. I want to make love to you.”
The heat that took him at hearing those words from Gerard’s lips was enough to make him shiver, but the emotion that rose in response to the guilt in Gerard’s tone was stronger. He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with him, his hand trailing against his jaw. “We always make love. Every time. It’s ok.”
He smiled, but Frank knew him well enough to see the guilt still lingering in his eyes. “I know. But it’s…different, like that.” He dipped his head, his lips against Frank’s ear. “I want to worship you like you deserve. How does that sound?”
His fingers closed the fabric of Gerard’s t-shirt, clinging tight. “Good.”
“Hmm…just good? Not good enough then.” He slid away from Frank, though he kept his hand. “C’mon, upstairs.”
“No, it’s definitely good enough it’s-“
“Uh-uh, you just said good.” He glanced over at Frank, and the guilt in his eyes was gone, replaced by a sparkle he knew well and hadn’t seen in a very long time. Gerard was just playing with him now, and no one played a better, more torturous game than he did. Frank grinned and stayed quiet, unsure how this was going to play out. On the third floor he followed Gerard into the hallway and into their room, until he pulled his hand away.
“Since I didn’t earlier…” Gerard’s hands fell to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head quickly to reveal his beautiful chest. “Think I’m gonna go take a shower now.” He smirked, his hand flicking open the button of his jeans before sliding the zipper down slowly. Frank was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, now, and he knew Gerard was loving watching him squirm. He stood before him in just his boxers now, his eyes dancing as he took in the expression on Frank’s face. “I’ll be back.” Quickly, he sidestepped into the bathroom and shut the door.
“The fuck you will.” Frank stripped his own clothes off quickly, heard the water start as he was pulling off his jeans. He shoved his boxers off as well before slipping into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. He stepped around the shower curtain and inside, his body immediately responding to the sight of Gerard under the hot water, head back and eyes closed.
“I think that’s the fastest you’ve ever stripped, Frankie.”
“Doubt it.”
“And you can’t laugh at me for staring you-“
“Hey, I could still hear you talkin’. I have you beat for multitasking. Now come here.”
“With pleasure.” Gerard stepped forward, arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him against his chest for a slow, passionate kiss. He kept the pace carefully controlled, his hands moving gently over Frank’s back. Frank slid his hands to Gerard’s chest, rubbed him just the way he knew could make him almost purr. “Yeah, babe, just like that…” Gerard whispered against his lips, sucked his lower lip between his own. “Can’t get enough of you touchin’ me.”
Frank sighed in pleasure, moved one hand up to twist in Gerard’s hair and keep their lips together. Even slow Gerard’s kiss was powerful, and even more utterly intoxicating. He could taste him so thoroughly, could feel every movement his tongue made as he delved into Frank’s mouth. He was whimpering, he knew, and he could feel Gerard’s muscles flexing, responding to the sound.
It was all deliberate and unhurried, but it wasn’t long before they had drifted against the wall of the shower, Gerard’s hips rubbing against Frank’s at a torturously slow pace. After being so turned on the car, remembering, and even more by their rough encounter in the stairwell he was too eager to wait long, and he could feel himself throbbing with need. He whimpered louder, his hips jerking harder against Gerard’s. “Gee…please.”
Gerard groaned, bit gently at his shoulder. “Not yet. Here…” His hand slipped between them again, warm fist wrapping tight around Frank’s erection. His eyes snapped shut, body arching forward as he pulsed in Gerard’s hand. “You’re so close, aren’t you, Frankie? Will you come for me, babe?”
“i…” He gasped, his body trembling with the urge to do just as he had said. Still, he didn’t want it this way, not right now. Especially not after hearing the doubts Gerard had seemed to have earlier about being with him. He wouldn’t have Gerard thinking he was anything other than utterly satisfied by him every time. He tugged hard on Gerard’s wrist, pulling his hand away. “No. Want you…now…please…” He rocked his hips against him, pulled one leg up to wrap around his waist.
“Fuck.” He could hear the surrender in his voice, and Frank smiled, hands kneading the muscles in his shoulders appreciatively. “Yes. Right now. Here.” His fingers brushed against Frank’s lips and he sucked them in eagerly, muscles in abdomen tightening when Gerard moaned at the sensation. “Shit, enough, you’re gonna kill me doin’ that, Frank.”
He prepared them both quickly, but it was enough. His body had been taking Gerard in for years. They fit together perfectly. He cried out as they came together, holding on tight and wrapping one leg more securely around his waist. Gerard’s strong hands slid under his other thigh, squeezed it and led him to wrap that one around his waist as well, let himself be supported by pressure against the wall. Gerard’s movements were quick and short but focused, and Frank could feel himself close to losing it.
Gerard kissed a trail up his neck, claimed his lips in kiss. “Let go. Let me feel you.”
He did, head coming back hard against the shower wall, his grip on Gerard’s arms tightening. Gerard moaned against his shoulder, thrust one last time before letting himself go. When they both came down from it he smiled, kissed Frank softly as he pulled out and set him back on his feet. Frank felt weak like he always did afterward, so warm and like his joints had been turned to jelly. It was a wonderful feeling. Gerard pulled him to his chest, leaned back against the wall right under the spray and let it rinse them.
“Not exactly what I had planned, baby. I had something in mind.”
“ ‘S ok. Doesn’t feel like I missed anything.” Gerard laughed, and Frank nestled in closer to him, sighing. “We hadn’t showered together in awhile.”
Gerard took a deep breath, his lips pressed against the top of Frank’s head. “No. I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok.” At the moment, everything felt ok. His eyes drifted shut, the warm water contributing to his sleepiness. “ ‘M sleepy, Gee.”
Gerard laughed once, soft. “Come on then. Let’s get out of here and in bed, huh?”
He shut the water off and pulled Frank out after him, toweling them both to a damp sort of dry. Back in the room he gently pushed Frank in the direction of the bed, turning to look for his bag and pajamas, but Frank wouldn’t let go of him. “Uh-uh. Don’t need clothes. Just come to bed.”
“Alright.” If he was more awake, Frank would have been more surprised that Gerard didn’t argue. He loved his pajamas. Gee pulled back the covers, slipped into bed behind Frank and rolled over to turn out the light before spooning up behind him, pulling him back close against him. “Goodnight, baby.”
“Night, Gee.”
“I love you.”
“Mm, love you.” He fell asleep quickly, warm and focused on the feel of Gerard’s even breaths behind him.
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So, a chapter of pretty much just fluff. But it was fun. :)
Now, I have really really got to go to bed, cause I’m 40 minutes over when I said I’d stop. X.X
You guys are so amazing, thank you so much for the ratings and reviews!! I know everyone’s dying to know whether or not Frank actually dies but just…wait and see. ^^
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Frank sat sideways in the back seat of Ray’s car, his knees pulled up to his chest as he leaned back on Gerard’s shoulder. “That was really awesome tonight, Ray. Good thing we ran into you.”
“Yeah, or you would’ve been on the news being held up at gunpoint somewhere.” Ray smirked, threw a glance at Frank through the rearview mirror. “We play great together though, don’t we?”
“Fuck yeah, we always have!” All it had ever been was just playing around, though. They never could seem to actually go through to the stage of forming a band, even though it was something Frank had always wanted. At of all of them he was the only one that hadn’t finished college, and he was the worst about keeping a steady job. He’d been through a few bands, but none of them had lasted. And every time he couldn’t help but think that none of them had a lead guitarist like Ray, and absolutely none of them had anyone that could sing like Gerard. He snuggled back closer against his husband, turned his head to leave a kiss on Gerard’s cheek. “Thank you, for singing with us. You were beautiful.”
Gerard shook his head, stroked Frank’s cheek. “No. You’re beautiful. And you two were awesome.” He raised his voice on the last part, including Ray. “Shit, man, I wouldn’t have believed it but I think you’ve gotten even better than the last time I heard you play. How the hell is that possible?”
Ray laughed a little, shrugged. “Thanks, Gee. It’s really nothing special.”
“Right. I know you’ve heard me try to play but I think you’ve forgotten how many hours I practiced in order to be able to play that badly.” They all laughed before drifting into silence, and Frank felt Gerard’s arms tighten around him. He was so comfortable, like this. He never felt more at home than he did with Gerard holding him. He was watching out the window in the dark, absently, and he saw the dull sheen of streetlights on marble, the shadows of crumbling mausoleums. He knew exactly what part of town they were in now, not far from his old house. And that cemetery…
He could feel his skin heat at the thought and he squirmed, tried to get his mind onto something else.
“What is it, Frankie?”
Gerard’s whisper against his ear was hot and soft, and didn’t really help him clear his mind. “I ah…the cemetery. My 16th birthday. Do you remember?”
He felt more than heard the low hum in Gerard’s chest, felt him pull him closer against his lap. “How could I ever forget?” His voice had dropped lower, still in a hushed whisper. “You looked like a fucking god in the moonlight. I knew I didn’t deserve you. I never have.”
“Not true.” Frank reached for Gerard’s hand, their fingers instinctively fitting perfectly together. He could remember the night like it was yesterday, even though 11 years had passed since then. Halloween had fallen on a Saturday night, and Gerard had come home from art school for the weekend. He had promised Frank a surprise and kept him whining and guessing until he had taken him out late, after all the kids had gone in. There were still some teenagers running around, and worse than that, the everyday dangers of Belleville’s streets but they hadn’t cared. Gerard had led him to that cemetery and given him his presents, a Black Flag hoodie and a leather cuff bracelet with both their names on the inside. He had told him that if he’d had the money, he’d have had a car for him. Frank hadn’t cared. They made love against the white wall of a mausoleum, and Frank could still feel the cold of the marble against his back, hear the way Gerard had moaned his name. They could have been caught by anyone, including several people that would’ve just been out to rob them and quite a few that would have killed them for no other reason than the fact that they were together, but they were young and reckless and utterly in love. He could remember trembling in Gerard’s arms afterward, his strong arms holding him close. He had never wanted to go home.
“Gee?”
“Hm?” His voice was still low, and Frank knew he had been seeing it all over again as well.
“Can we do that again? For my birthday this year?”
He felt Gerard’s chest freeze behind him, his breath catching. “Boston’s a bigger city. More likely to be noticed.”
There was something guarded in his voice, but Frank couldn’t identify it. “ ‘Kay.”
“Hey.” Gerard’s hand was gentle on his cheek, turning him to face him. “I didn’t say no.” He smiled, slightly. “It sounds wonderful to me.”
“Really?”
“Fuck, yes, babe. That was so damn good.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I really don’t wanna know, but we’re here.” Ray parked, turning around in the seat to look at them. “You know me and Bob once had a bet about how long you guys could keep your hands off each other in public.”
Frank laughed, sitting up. “And?”
“I won. He said 5 minutes, I said no way. Got me $20.” He shook his head, amused. “Anyway, it’s so good having you guys back here. How long are you staying?”
Gerard was quick to answer. “However long we feel like. Haven’t decided.”
“Well, I hope it’s awhile. We gonna see you tomorrow?”
Frank felt Gerard’s eyes on him, his hand tightening on Frank’s for a moment. “I don’t know. We’ll have to see what we end up doing, but we might come by or something. Or run into you again.”
“Alright, sounds good, just give me a call and let me know ok?”
Frank slid toward the door, still holding Gerard’s hand. “Ok. Night!”
“Goodnight, guys.”
He had dropped them off not at the lobby but at a hall with elevators closer to their room. Gerard, however, had other ideas. He tugged Frank into the stairwell, and the door was barely shut before he had him up against the wall, kissing him ravenously. No matter how long they had been together, Gerard always had the same effect on him. Frank’s knees went weak and he whimpered, wrapping his arms around Gerard to help hold himself up.
“Talking about that in the car…God I can see you. The way you looked. That sound I found out you make when I do this…” Gerard slid a hand between them, rubbing Frank’s growing erection as his lips fastened onto Frank’s neck, sucking hard. The combination of sensations was heaven, and Frank could hear the desperate moan that escaped his throat, could feel Gerard’s length swell against his thigh at the sound. “Yes. Just like that. Sounds so fucking good.” He pulled back a little, panting, rested his forehead against the wall beside Frank’s head. “Shit, I’m sorry. I just want you so fucking bad; you don’t know what you do to me.”
Frank laughed breathlessly, nuzzled against Gerard’s cheek. “Are you apologizing for that? Seriously? You know how hard I am for you right now?” He slid a hand up Gerard’s arm, found his hand and guided it back between them, sighed as he pressed it exactly where he wanted it. “Gee…”
Gerard shook his head, wrapped his arms around Frank’s waist and kissed his forehead gently, his breath still heavy. “Still. Not like this. Slower. I want to make love to you.”
The heat that took him at hearing those words from Gerard’s lips was enough to make him shiver, but the emotion that rose in response to the guilt in Gerard’s tone was stronger. He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with him, his hand trailing against his jaw. “We always make love. Every time. It’s ok.”
He smiled, but Frank knew him well enough to see the guilt still lingering in his eyes. “I know. But it’s…different, like that.” He dipped his head, his lips against Frank’s ear. “I want to worship you like you deserve. How does that sound?”
His fingers closed the fabric of Gerard’s t-shirt, clinging tight. “Good.”
“Hmm…just good? Not good enough then.” He slid away from Frank, though he kept his hand. “C’mon, upstairs.”
“No, it’s definitely good enough it’s-“
“Uh-uh, you just said good.” He glanced over at Frank, and the guilt in his eyes was gone, replaced by a sparkle he knew well and hadn’t seen in a very long time. Gerard was just playing with him now, and no one played a better, more torturous game than he did. Frank grinned and stayed quiet, unsure how this was going to play out. On the third floor he followed Gerard into the hallway and into their room, until he pulled his hand away.
“Since I didn’t earlier…” Gerard’s hands fell to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head quickly to reveal his beautiful chest. “Think I’m gonna go take a shower now.” He smirked, his hand flicking open the button of his jeans before sliding the zipper down slowly. Frank was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, now, and he knew Gerard was loving watching him squirm. He stood before him in just his boxers now, his eyes dancing as he took in the expression on Frank’s face. “I’ll be back.” Quickly, he sidestepped into the bathroom and shut the door.
“The fuck you will.” Frank stripped his own clothes off quickly, heard the water start as he was pulling off his jeans. He shoved his boxers off as well before slipping into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. He stepped around the shower curtain and inside, his body immediately responding to the sight of Gerard under the hot water, head back and eyes closed.
“I think that’s the fastest you’ve ever stripped, Frankie.”
“Doubt it.”
“And you can’t laugh at me for staring you-“
“Hey, I could still hear you talkin’. I have you beat for multitasking. Now come here.”
“With pleasure.” Gerard stepped forward, arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him against his chest for a slow, passionate kiss. He kept the pace carefully controlled, his hands moving gently over Frank’s back. Frank slid his hands to Gerard’s chest, rubbed him just the way he knew could make him almost purr. “Yeah, babe, just like that…” Gerard whispered against his lips, sucked his lower lip between his own. “Can’t get enough of you touchin’ me.”
Frank sighed in pleasure, moved one hand up to twist in Gerard’s hair and keep their lips together. Even slow Gerard’s kiss was powerful, and even more utterly intoxicating. He could taste him so thoroughly, could feel every movement his tongue made as he delved into Frank’s mouth. He was whimpering, he knew, and he could feel Gerard’s muscles flexing, responding to the sound.
It was all deliberate and unhurried, but it wasn’t long before they had drifted against the wall of the shower, Gerard’s hips rubbing against Frank’s at a torturously slow pace. After being so turned on the car, remembering, and even more by their rough encounter in the stairwell he was too eager to wait long, and he could feel himself throbbing with need. He whimpered louder, his hips jerking harder against Gerard’s. “Gee…please.”
Gerard groaned, bit gently at his shoulder. “Not yet. Here…” His hand slipped between them again, warm fist wrapping tight around Frank’s erection. His eyes snapped shut, body arching forward as he pulsed in Gerard’s hand. “You’re so close, aren’t you, Frankie? Will you come for me, babe?”
“i…” He gasped, his body trembling with the urge to do just as he had said. Still, he didn’t want it this way, not right now. Especially not after hearing the doubts Gerard had seemed to have earlier about being with him. He wouldn’t have Gerard thinking he was anything other than utterly satisfied by him every time. He tugged hard on Gerard’s wrist, pulling his hand away. “No. Want you…now…please…” He rocked his hips against him, pulled one leg up to wrap around his waist.
“Fuck.” He could hear the surrender in his voice, and Frank smiled, hands kneading the muscles in his shoulders appreciatively. “Yes. Right now. Here.” His fingers brushed against Frank’s lips and he sucked them in eagerly, muscles in abdomen tightening when Gerard moaned at the sensation. “Shit, enough, you’re gonna kill me doin’ that, Frank.”
He prepared them both quickly, but it was enough. His body had been taking Gerard in for years. They fit together perfectly. He cried out as they came together, holding on tight and wrapping one leg more securely around his waist. Gerard’s strong hands slid under his other thigh, squeezed it and led him to wrap that one around his waist as well, let himself be supported by pressure against the wall. Gerard’s movements were quick and short but focused, and Frank could feel himself close to losing it.
Gerard kissed a trail up his neck, claimed his lips in kiss. “Let go. Let me feel you.”
He did, head coming back hard against the shower wall, his grip on Gerard’s arms tightening. Gerard moaned against his shoulder, thrust one last time before letting himself go. When they both came down from it he smiled, kissed Frank softly as he pulled out and set him back on his feet. Frank felt weak like he always did afterward, so warm and like his joints had been turned to jelly. It was a wonderful feeling. Gerard pulled him to his chest, leaned back against the wall right under the spray and let it rinse them.
“Not exactly what I had planned, baby. I had something in mind.”
“ ‘S ok. Doesn’t feel like I missed anything.” Gerard laughed, and Frank nestled in closer to him, sighing. “We hadn’t showered together in awhile.”
Gerard took a deep breath, his lips pressed against the top of Frank’s head. “No. I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok.” At the moment, everything felt ok. His eyes drifted shut, the warm water contributing to his sleepiness. “ ‘M sleepy, Gee.”
Gerard laughed once, soft. “Come on then. Let’s get out of here and in bed, huh?”
He shut the water off and pulled Frank out after him, toweling them both to a damp sort of dry. Back in the room he gently pushed Frank in the direction of the bed, turning to look for his bag and pajamas, but Frank wouldn’t let go of him. “Uh-uh. Don’t need clothes. Just come to bed.”
“Alright.” If he was more awake, Frank would have been more surprised that Gerard didn’t argue. He loved his pajamas. Gee pulled back the covers, slipped into bed behind Frank and rolled over to turn out the light before spooning up behind him, pulling him back close against him. “Goodnight, baby.”
“Night, Gee.”
“I love you.”
“Mm, love you.” He fell asleep quickly, warm and focused on the feel of Gerard’s even breaths behind him.
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So, a chapter of pretty much just fluff. But it was fun. :)
Now, I have really really got to go to bed, cause I’m 40 minutes over when I said I’d stop. X.X
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