fic
Title: Drawn between two lungs
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Author: mcrnut
Rating: PG
P.O.V: Third, Frank centered
Disclaimer: don't own, never happened.
Summary: Frank smiles, and the panic coiling his his stomach stills for a second.
Warnings: None.
A/N: Inspired by a prompt on my schmoop_bingo card. It's also completely ripped off the opening scene in the movie "Valentines Day". This is super silly, unbetaed fluff you guys, bear with me!
Frank is pacing around the room restlessly, his bare feet making little squeaky noises against the hardwood floor and he sighs, running a hand though his messy hair. He looks over at Gerard's sleeping form on the bed, sheets curled around his waist and one arm thrown over his chest, rising and falling with his body each time he takes a slow, peaceful breath. He's beautiful, as always.
Frank smiles, and the panic coiling his his stomach stills for a second.
When Gerard sniffs in his sleep, scrunching his nose up, though, Frank is right back to hyperventilating and messing with his hair. He rubs his hands together, and walks over to the bed, sinking down beside the edge and leans over the soft mattress. Gerard makes a small noise, rolling closer in his sleep, pushing half his face into Frank's pillow and getting the sheets even more tangled in his legs.
Frank reaches out to touch his cheek carefully. "Baby?"
"mm...shniffleplum." Gerard says, an eyebrow twitching.
"Morning." Frank takes Gerard's hand carefully in his and slides his nose along Gerard's milky cheekbone.
Gerard blinks awake, wincing at the golden morning sun in his eyes. "I..what?" And his voice is scratchy against Frank's skin.
Frank sits back on his heels, still leaned against the bed and he swallows down every 'what if' and 'maybe' and 'stop this oh god it will end in disaster' and strokes a hand through Gerard's hair, clearing his throat. He ignores Gerard's worried look and laces their fingers.
"When I was a kid.." He starts, running his thumb over Gerard's eyebrow and up over his forehead in careful strokes. "My dad used to say a lot of stupid shit. He still does, actually, but one of the things he said that wasn't complete and utter bullshit was that.. 'if you're ever with someone .. Someone that's better than you, marry them'."
Gerard leans up on one elbow and gives him a confused look. When he opens his mouth to speak, though, Frank just shakes his head and reaches into the pocket of his pajama bottoms, fishing up a clean, simple golden band. He slides it onto Gerard's white ring finger and they're both looking down at his hand, Gerard's eyes wide and confused.
"So I was just wondering.." Frank whispers, and Gerard looks up at him with shiny eyes. "If you'd marry me?"
Gerard goes from staring at Frank, to down at their hands, and back up to Frank again. He opens and closes his mouth, and Frank can't breathe. "I..." He says and blinks furiously. "What the fuck, Frank? Yes, yes, jesus christ, yes!"
And Frank exhales, dropping his head to the mattress, a startled laugh escaping him, and when he looks up again a second later, Gerard is pressing the heel of his palm under his eye. He pulls Frank up on the bed and they're both laughing, Frank fitting himself between Gerard's legs and burying his face in his neck. He smells like sweat and morning and Gerard. Frank can't think, he can't breathe.
He pushes himself up so he's looking down at Gerard. He half laughs, half sobs when he sees the wet lines down Gerard's cheeks and runs the back of his hand over them, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose. "You're such a girl."
"Fuck you." Gerard rests a hand at the nape of Frank's neck. "And kiss me, asshole."
"Happy birthday." Frank tries to say into Gerard's mouth, but it disappears into the smear of their lips and sound of their breathing, but it doesn't really matter, because he thinks Gerard gets it anyway.