I'm No Angel and You're Certainly No Exception 4/?
Title: I'm No Angel and You're Certainly No Exception 4/?
Author: storm_silver
Rating: PG-13 just cause they curse like sailors...
Warnings: Cursing and again... character death. :/ ( I really should quit killing them off )
Disclaimer: I don't own! If I did why would I be sitting here writing lies?!
Summary: Gerard stirred in his sleep as Frank got up and padded into the kitchen. When the smell of coffee reached Gerard, he got up and zombie walked to where the coffee was. Stealing Frank's mug, Gerard settled down into a chair and blinked slowly as he practically inhaled the drink.
Frank remembers the day Matt died. Matt was an atheist, he pointed it out continuously when he woke up on the pavement outside of his apartment. He'd been in a mugging gone wrong, gave up too much of a fight and got shot. God had not intended this, nor did He want an atheist in His Kingdom.
"Who are you? What happened?" Matt had asked, and when Frank explained that Matt had been shot and was dead but not wanted in heaven, Matt flat out said.
"Good. I'm an atheist anyway." Frank nodded at that, not suprised, and continued to tell Matt of how he could never talk to family or friends that were alive. Matt shook his head at that, as if to say 'I will talk to who I damn well please.' and promptly strolled off to his own apartment, Frank trailing behind and pulling helplessly on Matt's arm.
"Matt. Matt. Pleasepleaseplease listen to me, don't talk to family!" Frank had begged, digging his heels into the pavement with no avail.
"Get off, Frank." Matt insisted, knocking on his apartment door. A pretty blond girl with warm brown eyes answered skeptically.
"Hello?" She had asked, her voice thick.
"Don't do this!" Frank pleaded, causing the girl to turn on him like 'What the hell?'
"Mia? It's me, Matt." Matt said, smiling a little. The girl shook her head furiously, tears forming in her eyes, and attempted to shut the door. Matt's foot blocking the the door, he stated "Mia. Please, it's me, you have to believe me."
"Prove it." Mia said in small voice. Matt thought hard before he replied with.
"We were going to get married and the colors were going to be red and black because you liked them best." Mia's eyes filled up even more with tears before she threw her arms around Matt's neck, sobbing freely. Frank sighed in defeat before he got up and left. No point in watching Matt go. A shrill shreik came from behind him, and he turned in time to see Matt's hand clawing at a large hole in the ground. Matt's hand slipped and the hole closed up as Mia threw herself down onto the ground where Matt had last been seen. She screamed and cried and all Frank could do was look on as an ambulance pulled up to the curb, the EMT's taking her on a stretcher, and zoomed away. When Frank showed up to the apartment Matt-less, Ray asked him kindly where the new addition was. Frank grimaced said he didn't want to talk about it.
He would never talk about it.
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Gerard stirred in his sleep as Frank got up and padded into the kitchen. When the smell of coffee reached Gerard, he got up and zombie walked to where the coffee was. Stealing Frank's mug, Gerard settled down into a chair and blinked slowly as he practically inhaled the drink.
"Mornin Frankie." He mumbled, mainly into his cup. He heard a click, like a camera shutter and looked up to find Frank nonchalantly putting his phone back in his pocket. "Di'you juss take a picture of me?"
"Maaybe." Frank sang, pouring another cup of coffee and sitting down next to Gerard. They sit there, just drinking
coffee and waking up for about ten minutes. When Gerard's a little more coherant, Frank poked him lightly in the ribs.
"Hey. Hey. Hey, Gee. Geeee." Frank said, annoying Gerard to the point he's turning red, but is refusing to do anything. The 'maybe if I don't react he'll get bored and leave' method. "Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Fine. I'll hold my breath until you answer me then." Frank gulped down air and held it as Gerard turned to him with a quirked eyebrow. Frank's losing oxygen fast, and he knows his face is red or maybe purple.
"Fuck, Frankie, quit holding your breath, you're scaring the shit out of me." Gerard said finally, and Frank gasped for awhile, focused on keeping the flow of oxygen normal. "What did you want?"
You.
What the fuck, really? Really, othere side of my brain?
Yes really. Answer him, dipstick, or I will.
"Can we do something fun today?" Frank asked instead, giving Gerard the trademark Iero puppy-dog eyes. Gerard stared in defiance for about 3 whole seconds - a record for anyone's resistance of the eyes- and huffed out a reply.
"Like what, Frank?" Frank made a face of mock surprise, clasping a hand over his heart.
"You didn't call me Frankie!" Frank pointed out. Gerard rolled his eyes and repeated himself.
"Like what, Frankie?" Frank squealed in happiness and hugged Gerard across the table, causing him to stiffen before he returned the hug. Like always.
"I wanna um.... um...... um. I dunno, just somethin' fun." Frank mumbled into Gerard's neck where his face is awkwardly smushed. Gerard giggled - and seriously, it was fuckin' creepy how much their giggles were alike - and there was a pause of halfway awkward silence as Gerard mused.
"I dunno. I just kinda want to do nothing but something at the same time." Gerard mumbled, and Frank knew Gerard had to be in a equally awkward position by the way Frank could feel Gerard's breath on his ear. It was nice.
Do It..... Doooo it.
Now?
No, yesterday. OF COURSE NOW!
A'ight.
Frank turned his head and kissed Gerard.
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Error.... Gerard's mind is melted because Frank - cute, adorable, and as far as Gerard knew, straight- was kissing him.
Gerard didn't dare move, just kind of was there. Frank pulled away, biting his bottom lip and glancing up at Gerard. Frank looked at Gerard, who was still gathering the bits and pieces of brain matter from the confines of his skull, and bit his lip harder.
"Gee?" Frank asked quietly, looking up at Gerard with huge hazel eyes. Gerard realizes - too late - that it was his cue to speak or kiss Frank back, but Frank's gone before Gerard can process this. The door slams, and Gerard jumps up and follows as fast as he can in his shattered mental state.
"Frankfrankfrankfrankfrankfrankfrank." Gerard thought as he opens the door, just barely catching sight of Frank's dark head before it disappears into an elevator. "Fuck my fucking life." And Gerard runs down five flights of stairs, again throwing wide the door to catch Frank disappearing out of sight. Gerard sprints to the entrance, only just getting caught on the shoulder by Bob.
"What's wrong Gerard?" He asked, his eyes filled with worry.
"Not now, Bob." Gerard near yelled, shaking Bob's hand off and chasing after Frank. He got out onto the sidewalk an looked long and hard. Short little fucker's gone. Gerard ran to the Starbucks where they always would eat, but there's no Frank. Comic book store, nope, but when asked, Ray pointed out that Frank may have headed to the music store or to the park. Gerard sprinted to the music store, and of course Frank's not there. Giving up, Gerard huddled himself in the small alley in between the music store and the store next to it. Gerard's too out of breath to run to the park - sometimes he thinks it's smoking - and too scatter-brained to think. Gerard had barely began to recapture his thoughts,most about Frank, and was almost out of the alley when he heard a sniffle. Turning around, Gerard spots a tuft of dark hair sticking up from behind a small crate that's labeled Fragile and Gerard nears the crate cautiously. Peaking over the side, he nearly screamed in joy. Frank.
"Frankie!" Gerard squealed, throwing himself over the crate and landing next to Frank. Looking up at Frank, Gerard's joy
drained quickly. His eyes are red and there's a stray tear tracing down Frank's cheek.
"What?" Frank sniffled, wiping his eyes angrily. "What do you wa-umph!" Gerard crushed Frank in a hug.
"Don't you ever scare me like that again, Frankie!" Gerard chastized, sounding very much like Linda Iero. Frank shrugged quickly away, glaring at the dirty wall of the neighboring store.
" Look at me." Gerard thought hopelessly. "Please please please" Frank did nothing but glare at the wall, as if he was able to light it aflame with his eyes alone.
"Frankie?" Gerard asked quietly, waiting for the fire-eyes to turn on him.
"What?" Frank snapped, not looking away from the wall.
"Please, just - just talk to me or something." Gerard begged. Frank's eyes turned on him, and Gerard suddenly did want to spontaineously combust.
"Why?" Frank bit out, glaring full-on sun rays at Gerard, who opened his mouth and closed it again. He didn't know what to say. Instead, Gerard pushed himself forward and kissed Frank. Frank stiffened before melting into the kiss all the same, his hands tugging at Gerard's hair. When they pulled away, Frank was beaming happily, and Gerard could feel his own mouth tug into a crooked grin. Frank stood up first, offering a hand to Gerard to help him up and not letting go of it the rest of the day. Bob looked unsuprised when Frank practically skipped up with Gerard, showing off their clasped hands. Ray nodded and smiled, happy that Frank was happy. Frank was like Ray's little brother, he only wanted to see him happy. And if Gerard didn't have a hold on Frank's hand, Frank probably would have been bouncing off the walls. Hell, Frank was bouncing in his spot on the couch. Gerard put his free hand on Frank's thigh to calm him, all to no avail.
"Give him about ten minutes. He'll be out like a light." Ray murmured in passing. Gerard nodded and squeezed Frank's knee like 'Calm the fuck down, please'. Again it didn't work. And, right on time like clockwork, Frank began to yawn and rub his eyes after ten minutes.
"'M sleepy, Gee." He murmured, pushing his face against Gerard's chest.
"Then sleep Frankie." Gerard mumbled back, pressing a kiss to Frank's forehead. He sighed happily and laced his fingers with Gerard's, falling asleep. Gerard giggled at Frank's sleeping form, usually he had been too tired to stay awake much longer than Frank. Frank would twitch in his sleep, he would kick and slap at thin air. It was fucking adorable. "My Frankie." Gerard whispered, and Frank twitched again, nearly knocking an open drink onto the floor. "C'mon, restless sleeper." To which Frank whined low in his throat, kicking out at the table blindly. Gerard sighed and picked Frank up -he was really light- and carried him to his bed, setting him down carefully. When his back touched the mattress, Frank's eyes snapped open, and he gasped like a fish out of water. Fuck. Frank had fallen to his death; maybe randomly putting him places was not Gerard's best idea.
"Gee!" Frank gasped, grabbing Gerard's collar. Gerard lay down next to Frank, smoothing his hands over the ones clutching his collar.
"It's okay, Frankie. Go back to sleep, I'm right here." Gerard soothed, pressing a kiss to the corner of Frank's mouth. Frank mumbled some agreement and fell asleep again with his head on Gerard's chest.
He didn't move an inch the rest of the night.
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Frank hoped he wasn't dreaming.
"Heaven can go fuck itself," He thought joyously," this is heaven." Gerard's arms were slung around Frank's waist, wrapped tight like a bow. Frank wanted to push himself out of bed and wake Gerard up, but he was just so fucking cute when he was asleep. Gerard's head was lolled to the side, his mouth open in a little 'o' and not to mention that he kept muttering in his sleep. Would it be called sleep talking? Frank could only pick out a few words, and if he was lucky he could make out a phrase.
"Fra- .....my Frankie." Gerard mumbled, causing Frank to light up like a Christmas tree. Frank kept referencing Christmas for some reason... oh well. His Frankie, huh? Frank's heart felt like it was clogging his throat because he had no room in his chest it was so big. Gerard's Frankie.
"Your Frankie." Frank murmured. Gerard sighed in his sleep and he tightened his grip on Frank's waist. Preparing to just spend the day in bed, Frank snuggled back against Gerard's neck. Just when he's comfortable, he heard the phone ring. He stayed still, hoping Ray or Bob will answer it before- and it's too late, Gerard's blinking his eyes open. Abandoning all hope of sleeping in, Frank got up and ran for the phone when Gerard lets go of his waist. The call had been from
work. Calling back hastily, Frank can hear Gerard getting up and thumping about in his zombie-like state. With that in mind, Frank makes coffee while the phone rings.
"Hello?" A voice - Bob - asks, "Howe's Music."
"Bobert! Why'd you call?" Frank crows, cradling the phone on his neck so he can use both hands to make coffee.
"Oh. Frank. You're late, and the boss is not happy." Bob explains, causing Frank to nearly drop the coffee mug he was holding. Holy fuck, its the third time he'd been out without calling the store. 3 strikes and poof there goes Frank's job.
"Oh FUCK! Shitshitshit. Cover for me Bobert, I'll be there in like five minutes... maybe ten." Frank cursed. Bob mumbled some assent and a chipper 'Thank you for calling!' that told Frank that bossman was near. Putting the coffeepot under the drip, Frank ran about getting dressed.
"Frankie?" A tiny voice asked quietly, and Frank whirled around with a shirt around his neck. Gerard was standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes and yawning like a small child. "Whatcha doin?"
"Late for work, probably gettin' fired, coffee's bein' made, gotta go Gee." Frank slurred, hugging Gerard quickly and pecking him on lips before he pulled on some shoes and tugged his shirt over his head. He pat his pockets, having fallen asleep in his jeans, and found the extra keys where there. Gerard watched with his head sideways like an interested dog. Frank burst through the doors of a quickly closing elevator, finding himself standing with an old woman who kept glaring at him. The doors dinged, and Frank ran out of the apartment and down the street, nearly shoving the crowds out of the way. He got to Howe's, huffing and coughing up a lung. Bob made wild cutting motions over his neck, and either Frank should go away or he was fucking doomed. He took a slow step towards the door, causing Bob's motions to get more frantic. Oh. Frank backed up quickly, and Bob nodded. Frank turned and shoved his hands in his pockets, making his way back against the flow of people to the apartment. He fumbled with the door, jiggling the handle until it unlocked. Gerard's there, looking more coherant and worried.
"Did you, ah.. uhm..." Gerard mumbled, making a cutting motion similar to Bob's across his neck. Frank giggled and threw his arms around Gerard, telling him that no he did not, and he should be fine if Bob told the boss he was sick and the phone was broke or something. Gerard nodded at that, and Frank looked up from under his fringe of hair at Gerard before he pushed their lips together. Gerard groaned, allowing Frank's tongue to slip past his lips and fight with his own. Frank's hands were again in Gerard's hair, tugging on the strands and lacing his fingers in between. Gerard grabbed at Frank's hips, and didn't let go even after Frank had broken the kiss and looked up at Gerard again, beaming.
"Your Frankie, huh?" Frank smiled, quirking an eyebrow. Gerard turned bright red and began to stumble out some sort of sentence. Frank giggled and pushed their lips together again quickly, pulling away and kissing Gerard's jaw. "Your Frankie." Frank agreed, answering his own question. Gerard smiled and unlocked his hands from Frank's hips, wrapping them around his torso instead. The pair of them stood there for who knows how long, holding each other.
"Gee? Can we look for another job for me? I think the one I have'll be gone pretty soon." Frank mumbled against Gerard's chest, rolling his head up to meet Gerard's eyes.
"Well, we'd need a newspaper. But, I kind of want to spend my day off with my boyfriend, so..." Gerard laughed and Frank giggled, punching Gerard lightly on the shoulder. "Alright, alright. Fine. Let's go, Frankie." Frank cheered at that, throwing his hands up in the air. Lacing his fingers with Gerard's, Frank pulled them outside to find the help wanted ads. The only mishap is when they can't find the help wanted ads, but Gerard just murmurs that no one wants to hire adorable, tattoed midgets.
"Shut the fuck up." Frank said, kissing Gerard right under his jaw.
And if Gerard was going to get kissed everytime he talked, he would never shut up.
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Matt Pelissier
1989- 2010
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Author: storm_silver
Rating: PG-13 just cause they curse like sailors...
Warnings: Cursing and again... character death. :/ ( I really should quit killing them off )
Disclaimer: I don't own! If I did why would I be sitting here writing lies?!
Summary: Gerard stirred in his sleep as Frank got up and padded into the kitchen. When the smell of coffee reached Gerard, he got up and zombie walked to where the coffee was. Stealing Frank's mug, Gerard settled down into a chair and blinked slowly as he practically inhaled the drink.
Frank remembers the day Matt died. Matt was an atheist, he pointed it out continuously when he woke up on the pavement outside of his apartment. He'd been in a mugging gone wrong, gave up too much of a fight and got shot. God had not intended this, nor did He want an atheist in His Kingdom.
"Who are you? What happened?" Matt had asked, and when Frank explained that Matt had been shot and was dead but not wanted in heaven, Matt flat out said.
"Good. I'm an atheist anyway." Frank nodded at that, not suprised, and continued to tell Matt of how he could never talk to family or friends that were alive. Matt shook his head at that, as if to say 'I will talk to who I damn well please.' and promptly strolled off to his own apartment, Frank trailing behind and pulling helplessly on Matt's arm.
"Matt. Matt. Pleasepleaseplease listen to me, don't talk to family!" Frank had begged, digging his heels into the pavement with no avail.
"Get off, Frank." Matt insisted, knocking on his apartment door. A pretty blond girl with warm brown eyes answered skeptically.
"Hello?" She had asked, her voice thick.
"Don't do this!" Frank pleaded, causing the girl to turn on him like 'What the hell?'
"Mia? It's me, Matt." Matt said, smiling a little. The girl shook her head furiously, tears forming in her eyes, and attempted to shut the door. Matt's foot blocking the the door, he stated "Mia. Please, it's me, you have to believe me."
"Prove it." Mia said in small voice. Matt thought hard before he replied with.
"We were going to get married and the colors were going to be red and black because you liked them best." Mia's eyes filled up even more with tears before she threw her arms around Matt's neck, sobbing freely. Frank sighed in defeat before he got up and left. No point in watching Matt go. A shrill shreik came from behind him, and he turned in time to see Matt's hand clawing at a large hole in the ground. Matt's hand slipped and the hole closed up as Mia threw herself down onto the ground where Matt had last been seen. She screamed and cried and all Frank could do was look on as an ambulance pulled up to the curb, the EMT's taking her on a stretcher, and zoomed away. When Frank showed up to the apartment Matt-less, Ray asked him kindly where the new addition was. Frank grimaced said he didn't want to talk about it.
He would never talk about it.
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Gerard stirred in his sleep as Frank got up and padded into the kitchen. When the smell of coffee reached Gerard, he got up and zombie walked to where the coffee was. Stealing Frank's mug, Gerard settled down into a chair and blinked slowly as he practically inhaled the drink.
"Mornin Frankie." He mumbled, mainly into his cup. He heard a click, like a camera shutter and looked up to find Frank nonchalantly putting his phone back in his pocket. "Di'you juss take a picture of me?"
"Maaybe." Frank sang, pouring another cup of coffee and sitting down next to Gerard. They sit there, just drinking
coffee and waking up for about ten minutes. When Gerard's a little more coherant, Frank poked him lightly in the ribs.
"Hey. Hey. Hey, Gee. Geeee." Frank said, annoying Gerard to the point he's turning red, but is refusing to do anything. The 'maybe if I don't react he'll get bored and leave' method. "Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Fine. I'll hold my breath until you answer me then." Frank gulped down air and held it as Gerard turned to him with a quirked eyebrow. Frank's losing oxygen fast, and he knows his face is red or maybe purple.
"Fuck, Frankie, quit holding your breath, you're scaring the shit out of me." Gerard said finally, and Frank gasped for awhile, focused on keeping the flow of oxygen normal. "What did you want?"
You.
What the fuck, really? Really, othere side of my brain?
Yes really. Answer him, dipstick, or I will.
"Can we do something fun today?" Frank asked instead, giving Gerard the trademark Iero puppy-dog eyes. Gerard stared in defiance for about 3 whole seconds - a record for anyone's resistance of the eyes- and huffed out a reply.
"Like what, Frank?" Frank made a face of mock surprise, clasping a hand over his heart.
"You didn't call me Frankie!" Frank pointed out. Gerard rolled his eyes and repeated himself.
"Like what, Frankie?" Frank squealed in happiness and hugged Gerard across the table, causing him to stiffen before he returned the hug. Like always.
"I wanna um.... um...... um. I dunno, just somethin' fun." Frank mumbled into Gerard's neck where his face is awkwardly smushed. Gerard giggled - and seriously, it was fuckin' creepy how much their giggles were alike - and there was a pause of halfway awkward silence as Gerard mused.
"I dunno. I just kinda want to do nothing but something at the same time." Gerard mumbled, and Frank knew Gerard had to be in a equally awkward position by the way Frank could feel Gerard's breath on his ear. It was nice.
Do It..... Doooo it.
Now?
No, yesterday. OF COURSE NOW!
A'ight.
Frank turned his head and kissed Gerard.
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Error.... Gerard's mind is melted because Frank - cute, adorable, and as far as Gerard knew, straight- was kissing him.
Gerard didn't dare move, just kind of was there. Frank pulled away, biting his bottom lip and glancing up at Gerard. Frank looked at Gerard, who was still gathering the bits and pieces of brain matter from the confines of his skull, and bit his lip harder.
"Gee?" Frank asked quietly, looking up at Gerard with huge hazel eyes. Gerard realizes - too late - that it was his cue to speak or kiss Frank back, but Frank's gone before Gerard can process this. The door slams, and Gerard jumps up and follows as fast as he can in his shattered mental state.
"Frankfrankfrankfrankfrankfrankfrank." Gerard thought as he opens the door, just barely catching sight of Frank's dark head before it disappears into an elevator. "Fuck my fucking life." And Gerard runs down five flights of stairs, again throwing wide the door to catch Frank disappearing out of sight. Gerard sprints to the entrance, only just getting caught on the shoulder by Bob.
"What's wrong Gerard?" He asked, his eyes filled with worry.
"Not now, Bob." Gerard near yelled, shaking Bob's hand off and chasing after Frank. He got out onto the sidewalk an looked long and hard. Short little fucker's gone. Gerard ran to the Starbucks where they always would eat, but there's no Frank. Comic book store, nope, but when asked, Ray pointed out that Frank may have headed to the music store or to the park. Gerard sprinted to the music store, and of course Frank's not there. Giving up, Gerard huddled himself in the small alley in between the music store and the store next to it. Gerard's too out of breath to run to the park - sometimes he thinks it's smoking - and too scatter-brained to think. Gerard had barely began to recapture his thoughts,most about Frank, and was almost out of the alley when he heard a sniffle. Turning around, Gerard spots a tuft of dark hair sticking up from behind a small crate that's labeled Fragile and Gerard nears the crate cautiously. Peaking over the side, he nearly screamed in joy. Frank.
"Frankie!" Gerard squealed, throwing himself over the crate and landing next to Frank. Looking up at Frank, Gerard's joy
drained quickly. His eyes are red and there's a stray tear tracing down Frank's cheek.
"What?" Frank sniffled, wiping his eyes angrily. "What do you wa-umph!" Gerard crushed Frank in a hug.
"Don't you ever scare me like that again, Frankie!" Gerard chastized, sounding very much like Linda Iero. Frank shrugged quickly away, glaring at the dirty wall of the neighboring store.
" Look at me." Gerard thought hopelessly. "Please please please" Frank did nothing but glare at the wall, as if he was able to light it aflame with his eyes alone.
"Frankie?" Gerard asked quietly, waiting for the fire-eyes to turn on him.
"What?" Frank snapped, not looking away from the wall.
"Please, just - just talk to me or something." Gerard begged. Frank's eyes turned on him, and Gerard suddenly did want to spontaineously combust.
"Why?" Frank bit out, glaring full-on sun rays at Gerard, who opened his mouth and closed it again. He didn't know what to say. Instead, Gerard pushed himself forward and kissed Frank. Frank stiffened before melting into the kiss all the same, his hands tugging at Gerard's hair. When they pulled away, Frank was beaming happily, and Gerard could feel his own mouth tug into a crooked grin. Frank stood up first, offering a hand to Gerard to help him up and not letting go of it the rest of the day. Bob looked unsuprised when Frank practically skipped up with Gerard, showing off their clasped hands. Ray nodded and smiled, happy that Frank was happy. Frank was like Ray's little brother, he only wanted to see him happy. And if Gerard didn't have a hold on Frank's hand, Frank probably would have been bouncing off the walls. Hell, Frank was bouncing in his spot on the couch. Gerard put his free hand on Frank's thigh to calm him, all to no avail.
"Give him about ten minutes. He'll be out like a light." Ray murmured in passing. Gerard nodded and squeezed Frank's knee like 'Calm the fuck down, please'. Again it didn't work. And, right on time like clockwork, Frank began to yawn and rub his eyes after ten minutes.
"'M sleepy, Gee." He murmured, pushing his face against Gerard's chest.
"Then sleep Frankie." Gerard mumbled back, pressing a kiss to Frank's forehead. He sighed happily and laced his fingers with Gerard's, falling asleep. Gerard giggled at Frank's sleeping form, usually he had been too tired to stay awake much longer than Frank. Frank would twitch in his sleep, he would kick and slap at thin air. It was fucking adorable. "My Frankie." Gerard whispered, and Frank twitched again, nearly knocking an open drink onto the floor. "C'mon, restless sleeper." To which Frank whined low in his throat, kicking out at the table blindly. Gerard sighed and picked Frank up -he was really light- and carried him to his bed, setting him down carefully. When his back touched the mattress, Frank's eyes snapped open, and he gasped like a fish out of water. Fuck. Frank had fallen to his death; maybe randomly putting him places was not Gerard's best idea.
"Gee!" Frank gasped, grabbing Gerard's collar. Gerard lay down next to Frank, smoothing his hands over the ones clutching his collar.
"It's okay, Frankie. Go back to sleep, I'm right here." Gerard soothed, pressing a kiss to the corner of Frank's mouth. Frank mumbled some agreement and fell asleep again with his head on Gerard's chest.
He didn't move an inch the rest of the night.
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Frank hoped he wasn't dreaming.
"Heaven can go fuck itself," He thought joyously," this is heaven." Gerard's arms were slung around Frank's waist, wrapped tight like a bow. Frank wanted to push himself out of bed and wake Gerard up, but he was just so fucking cute when he was asleep. Gerard's head was lolled to the side, his mouth open in a little 'o' and not to mention that he kept muttering in his sleep. Would it be called sleep talking? Frank could only pick out a few words, and if he was lucky he could make out a phrase.
"Fra- .....my Frankie." Gerard mumbled, causing Frank to light up like a Christmas tree. Frank kept referencing Christmas for some reason... oh well. His Frankie, huh? Frank's heart felt like it was clogging his throat because he had no room in his chest it was so big. Gerard's Frankie.
"Your Frankie." Frank murmured. Gerard sighed in his sleep and he tightened his grip on Frank's waist. Preparing to just spend the day in bed, Frank snuggled back against Gerard's neck. Just when he's comfortable, he heard the phone ring. He stayed still, hoping Ray or Bob will answer it before- and it's too late, Gerard's blinking his eyes open. Abandoning all hope of sleeping in, Frank got up and ran for the phone when Gerard lets go of his waist. The call had been from
work. Calling back hastily, Frank can hear Gerard getting up and thumping about in his zombie-like state. With that in mind, Frank makes coffee while the phone rings.
"Hello?" A voice - Bob - asks, "Howe's Music."
"Bobert! Why'd you call?" Frank crows, cradling the phone on his neck so he can use both hands to make coffee.
"Oh. Frank. You're late, and the boss is not happy." Bob explains, causing Frank to nearly drop the coffee mug he was holding. Holy fuck, its the third time he'd been out without calling the store. 3 strikes and poof there goes Frank's job.
"Oh FUCK! Shitshitshit. Cover for me Bobert, I'll be there in like five minutes... maybe ten." Frank cursed. Bob mumbled some assent and a chipper 'Thank you for calling!' that told Frank that bossman was near. Putting the coffeepot under the drip, Frank ran about getting dressed.
"Frankie?" A tiny voice asked quietly, and Frank whirled around with a shirt around his neck. Gerard was standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes and yawning like a small child. "Whatcha doin?"
"Late for work, probably gettin' fired, coffee's bein' made, gotta go Gee." Frank slurred, hugging Gerard quickly and pecking him on lips before he pulled on some shoes and tugged his shirt over his head. He pat his pockets, having fallen asleep in his jeans, and found the extra keys where there. Gerard watched with his head sideways like an interested dog. Frank burst through the doors of a quickly closing elevator, finding himself standing with an old woman who kept glaring at him. The doors dinged, and Frank ran out of the apartment and down the street, nearly shoving the crowds out of the way. He got to Howe's, huffing and coughing up a lung. Bob made wild cutting motions over his neck, and either Frank should go away or he was fucking doomed. He took a slow step towards the door, causing Bob's motions to get more frantic. Oh. Frank backed up quickly, and Bob nodded. Frank turned and shoved his hands in his pockets, making his way back against the flow of people to the apartment. He fumbled with the door, jiggling the handle until it unlocked. Gerard's there, looking more coherant and worried.
"Did you, ah.. uhm..." Gerard mumbled, making a cutting motion similar to Bob's across his neck. Frank giggled and threw his arms around Gerard, telling him that no he did not, and he should be fine if Bob told the boss he was sick and the phone was broke or something. Gerard nodded at that, and Frank looked up from under his fringe of hair at Gerard before he pushed their lips together. Gerard groaned, allowing Frank's tongue to slip past his lips and fight with his own. Frank's hands were again in Gerard's hair, tugging on the strands and lacing his fingers in between. Gerard grabbed at Frank's hips, and didn't let go even after Frank had broken the kiss and looked up at Gerard again, beaming.
"Your Frankie, huh?" Frank smiled, quirking an eyebrow. Gerard turned bright red and began to stumble out some sort of sentence. Frank giggled and pushed their lips together again quickly, pulling away and kissing Gerard's jaw. "Your Frankie." Frank agreed, answering his own question. Gerard smiled and unlocked his hands from Frank's hips, wrapping them around his torso instead. The pair of them stood there for who knows how long, holding each other.
"Gee? Can we look for another job for me? I think the one I have'll be gone pretty soon." Frank mumbled against Gerard's chest, rolling his head up to meet Gerard's eyes.
"Well, we'd need a newspaper. But, I kind of want to spend my day off with my boyfriend, so..." Gerard laughed and Frank giggled, punching Gerard lightly on the shoulder. "Alright, alright. Fine. Let's go, Frankie." Frank cheered at that, throwing his hands up in the air. Lacing his fingers with Gerard's, Frank pulled them outside to find the help wanted ads. The only mishap is when they can't find the help wanted ads, but Gerard just murmurs that no one wants to hire adorable, tattoed midgets.
"Shut the fuck up." Frank said, kissing Gerard right under his jaw.
And if Gerard was going to get kissed everytime he talked, he would never shut up.
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Matt Pelissier
1989- 2010
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