Candy [1/1]
Title: Candy [1/1]
Author: toromuffin
Pairing: Frank/Gerard. obv.
P.O.V: Third
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own MCR. My pet Unicorn Bob brought them for me off of ebay. =D Don't know, don't own, don't sue. Plznthx.
Summary: May 6 - No Diet Day "I don't like 'em anyways."
Warnings: Junk food. Over use of the boys' names.
Author's Note: Ahm. Yeah. =] Series of oneshots that can be read together or separately - some may not actually link together. A little more is explained here. =]
Previous Oneshots: Easter With Milky Way || Birthday Surprises || ...That Wasn't My Fault... || Who Needs A Car? || The New Garden || Prince Gerard, Prince Frank and the Evil Bert-dragon
Frank walked into the living room sometime in the afternoon to see Gerard lying on the couch covered in crumbs and all sorts of wrappers.
There was an array of food stuffs on the coffee table and the floor, as well as a few things still sitting on Gerard's chest and stomach.
"Wh-" Frank cut himself off, gaping at his boyfriend and going over scenarios in his head.
Gerard looked up at the noise and grinned at Frank, moving slightly and patting the space he had made.
His smile dropped as he saw the bewildered look on his lover's face and he too glanced at all the food and trash.
"Oh, that," he said, looking back to Frank and shrugging. "I was hungry."
Frank stared blankly for another minute or two before he shrugged himself and made his way over to the couch.
He lifted Gerard's legs out of the way, laying them in his lap once he had sat down, and reached over to the coffee table. He picked up a random chocolate bar and unwrapped it, but as he opened his mouth to take a mouthful, he heard a gasp.
"What are you doing?!" Gerard exclaimed, making a grab for the candy.
Frank moved away and laughed, batting at Gerard's hands.
Frank turned and looked at the other, taking a bite from the chocolate and smirking. Gerard gasped.
"Fine!" he pouted. "Then you can't have these." And he pulled a packet of Twizzlers off the floor.
Frank's eyes widened and he lunged forward, tackling Gerard and trying to grab the red package from him.
After ten minutes of struggling, the pair collapsed on top of each other on the floor, panting and grinning as they made eye contact.
"Here," Gerard breathed, lazily throwing the candy at Frank. "I don't like 'em anyways."
Frank giggled and pulled himself back onto the couch, helping Gerard up before ripping open the bag and munching on his Twizzlers.
And that is where the couple sat for the rest of the afternoon, eating junk food and watching TV.
Author: toromuffin
Pairing: Frank/Gerard. obv.
P.O.V: Third
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own MCR. My pet Unicorn Bob brought them for me off of ebay. =D Don't know, don't own, don't sue. Plznthx.
Summary: May 6 - No Diet Day "I don't like 'em anyways."
Warnings: Junk food. Over use of the boys' names.
Author's Note: Ahm. Yeah. =] Series of oneshots that can be read together or separately - some may not actually link together. A little more is explained here. =]
Previous Oneshots: Easter With Milky Way || Birthday Surprises || ...That Wasn't My Fault... || Who Needs A Car? || The New Garden || Prince Gerard, Prince Frank and the Evil Bert-dragon
Frank walked into the living room sometime in the afternoon to see Gerard lying on the couch covered in crumbs and all sorts of wrappers.
There was an array of food stuffs on the coffee table and the floor, as well as a few things still sitting on Gerard's chest and stomach.
"Wh-" Frank cut himself off, gaping at his boyfriend and going over scenarios in his head.
Gerard looked up at the noise and grinned at Frank, moving slightly and patting the space he had made.
His smile dropped as he saw the bewildered look on his lover's face and he too glanced at all the food and trash.
"Oh, that," he said, looking back to Frank and shrugging. "I was hungry."
Frank stared blankly for another minute or two before he shrugged himself and made his way over to the couch.
He lifted Gerard's legs out of the way, laying them in his lap once he had sat down, and reached over to the coffee table. He picked up a random chocolate bar and unwrapped it, but as he opened his mouth to take a mouthful, he heard a gasp.
"What are you doing?!" Gerard exclaimed, making a grab for the candy.
Frank moved away and laughed, batting at Gerard's hands.
Frank turned and looked at the other, taking a bite from the chocolate and smirking. Gerard gasped.
"Fine!" he pouted. "Then you can't have these." And he pulled a packet of Twizzlers off the floor.
Frank's eyes widened and he lunged forward, tackling Gerard and trying to grab the red package from him.
After ten minutes of struggling, the pair collapsed on top of each other on the floor, panting and grinning as they made eye contact.
"Here," Gerard breathed, lazily throwing the candy at Frank. "I don't like 'em anyways."
Frank giggled and pulled himself back onto the couch, helping Gerard up before ripping open the bag and munching on his Twizzlers.
And that is where the couple sat for the rest of the afternoon, eating junk food and watching TV.