Perspective (1/1)
Title: Perspective
Author: Spencizzle (insanitywhore)
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: 12
Summary: Jesus Christ Frankie, how did you manage to get cum on the fucking ceiling!?, After that they just picked up from where they left off.
Disclaimer: I do not own them, not for lack of trying. -_-
Frank stopped by starbucks on his way home, the shop was cosy and warm compared to the harsh winter outside. He stood in the queue and rubbing his hands together blowing at them slightly to try and warm himself up. The air was thick with the smell of fresh coffee and sweet, sugary buns and cake. He grinned to himself, and walked up to the counter when it was his turn to be served.
“A Hazelnut Latte and a Mocha, please,” he said cheerily to the server who looked slightly stunned, “Oh and four double chocolate muffins.”
She nodded and wrote down his order on a notepad, “That’ll be… 15 pounds.”
He handed over the money and she passed him a bag with the muffins before he went to wait by the end of the counter. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out.
“Hey baby,” he said smiling to himself, “Yeah, no I’m just at starbucks. Of course I got you coffee, silly. A hazelnut latte, you’re welcome, oh and I got some muffins for after tea. Oh okay, see you soon. I love you too.”
He turned back to the counter and grabbed the coffee. He turned to walk back out to his car when something caught his eye. He stopped for a second frowning before he stepped out into the December evening. The sharp wind whipped his hair around his face and it has started to rain slightly. He half ran towards his car and jumping in quickly, he sighed and started the engine.
His house even warmer than starbucks and for that he is thankful. He slams the door behind him and hears the sound of small feet racing towards him from the kitchen.
“Daddy frank!” she runs into the hall arms outstretched for him.
“Bandit!” he leans down and scoops her up spinning her around, “hey there, dollface.”
“What’s all this?” said a voice from the door and Frank looked round smiling at his husband. Gerard stood in the door with Dylan on his hip and Aaron clinging to his trousers. Bandit had turned four in the spring and the twins were only two. It became more obvious how like her father Bandit really was with each day. She would sit in the studio with Gerard for hours and even paint on some scrap paper, silent and apprehensive. Dylan and Aaron however, were like Frank. Dylan would sit in her chair chattering all day and Aaron would try to climb up the curtains and onto the furniture and then fall off squealing. Frank put Bandit down and walked up cupping Gerard’s face in his hands. There was a paint stain on his left cheek, Frank traced his thumb along the mark and kissed his husband passionately.
“Daddy!” Bandit squealed, and they broke apart laughing.
Frank pulled a frozen lasagne from the fridge and stuck it into the oven, while Bandit sat up at the table with some crayons. Whilst Dylan and Aaron were sitting in the living room with Gerard and some seriously kick ass building blocks.
“Daddy,” Bandit jumped off her chair and scampered over to Frank, presenting him with a piece of paper. It was a childish drawing of five stick figures, Frank could make out two figures at each end as him and Gerard and Bandit was in the middle of the picture with the twins.
Frank smiled, “It’s wonderful, honey.”
Bandit beamed, “I drew it for you.”
Frank’s heart swelled as it did a lot with his kids he loved them to bits, “It’s beautiful.”
She smiled and skipped off to show Gerard.
He grinned and turned to check on the lasagne. He straightened up and felt a pair of arms slip round his waist. He smiled as Gerard began to kiss his neck, “Gee…”
“What?” Gerard said innocently spinning Frank round to face him so he could kiss him.
“Nothing,” Frank replied, “Just that, I love you.
Gerard grinned as they bumped their foreheads together, “I love you too,” he breathed, kissing Frank slowly and softly.
Author: Spencizzle (insanitywhore)
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: 12
Summary: Jesus Christ Frankie, how did you manage to get cum on the fucking ceiling!?, After that they just picked up from where they left off.
Disclaimer: I do not own them, not for lack of trying. -_-
Frank stopped by starbucks on his way home, the shop was cosy and warm compared to the harsh winter outside. He stood in the queue and rubbing his hands together blowing at them slightly to try and warm himself up. The air was thick with the smell of fresh coffee and sweet, sugary buns and cake. He grinned to himself, and walked up to the counter when it was his turn to be served.
“A Hazelnut Latte and a Mocha, please,” he said cheerily to the server who looked slightly stunned, “Oh and four double chocolate muffins.”
She nodded and wrote down his order on a notepad, “That’ll be… 15 pounds.”
He handed over the money and she passed him a bag with the muffins before he went to wait by the end of the counter. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out.
“Hey baby,” he said smiling to himself, “Yeah, no I’m just at starbucks. Of course I got you coffee, silly. A hazelnut latte, you’re welcome, oh and I got some muffins for after tea. Oh okay, see you soon. I love you too.”
He turned back to the counter and grabbed the coffee. He turned to walk back out to his car when something caught his eye. He stopped for a second frowning before he stepped out into the December evening. The sharp wind whipped his hair around his face and it has started to rain slightly. He half ran towards his car and jumping in quickly, he sighed and started the engine.
His house even warmer than starbucks and for that he is thankful. He slams the door behind him and hears the sound of small feet racing towards him from the kitchen.
“Daddy frank!” she runs into the hall arms outstretched for him.
“Bandit!” he leans down and scoops her up spinning her around, “hey there, dollface.”
“What’s all this?” said a voice from the door and Frank looked round smiling at his husband. Gerard stood in the door with Dylan on his hip and Aaron clinging to his trousers. Bandit had turned four in the spring and the twins were only two. It became more obvious how like her father Bandit really was with each day. She would sit in the studio with Gerard for hours and even paint on some scrap paper, silent and apprehensive. Dylan and Aaron however, were like Frank. Dylan would sit in her chair chattering all day and Aaron would try to climb up the curtains and onto the furniture and then fall off squealing. Frank put Bandit down and walked up cupping Gerard’s face in his hands. There was a paint stain on his left cheek, Frank traced his thumb along the mark and kissed his husband passionately.
“Daddy!” Bandit squealed, and they broke apart laughing.
Frank pulled a frozen lasagne from the fridge and stuck it into the oven, while Bandit sat up at the table with some crayons. Whilst Dylan and Aaron were sitting in the living room with Gerard and some seriously kick ass building blocks.
“Daddy,” Bandit jumped off her chair and scampered over to Frank, presenting him with a piece of paper. It was a childish drawing of five stick figures, Frank could make out two figures at each end as him and Gerard and Bandit was in the middle of the picture with the twins.
Frank smiled, “It’s wonderful, honey.”
Bandit beamed, “I drew it for you.”
Frank’s heart swelled as it did a lot with his kids he loved them to bits, “It’s beautiful.”
She smiled and skipped off to show Gerard.
He grinned and turned to check on the lasagne. He straightened up and felt a pair of arms slip round his waist. He smiled as Gerard began to kiss his neck, “Gee…”
“What?” Gerard said innocently spinning Frank round to face him so he could kiss him.
“Nothing,” Frank replied, “Just that, I love you.
Gerard grinned as they bumped their foreheads together, “I love you too,” he breathed, kissing Frank slowly and softly.