"Why Don't You Have Pants On?" [1/1]
"Why Don't You Have Pants On?" [1/1] by all_tattooed
Frank/Gerard [PG-13 - was supposed to be crack!fic]
RPS. Don't know. Don't own. No harm intended.
~689 words
Summary: Frank wants to know what it's like to love Gerard.
Thanks to skelterellax for beta'ing. xo
Con-Crit welcome. Comments are nice.
Prequel
***
After finishing reading the story Gerard had suggested, a completely intrigued Frank spent the next four hours lurking on slash fiction sites, trying to fill his head with as many different concepts as he possibly could. Some stories had him cringing, however, others it seemed had him wondering.
Gerard had retired to bed a few hours ago, leaving Frank to do his business. He was a little put off at first when the guitarist claimed he was ‘so staying up to read more’, but he shrugged it off, he couldn’t complain too much; Frank had caught him reading something that was definitely more messed up than ‘Ferard’ stories. Though maybe it was because it was about the two of them that it worried him so much.
Feeling his eyes getting too heavy to read on anymore, Frank closed down the computer, but not before writing down the names of a few stories he wanted to show Gerard the next morning. Walking past Gerard’s room to get to his own, Frank found himself a little curious. He didn’t know if he was wondering what it would be like to sleep with Gerard or just boys in general, either way in his tired state he decided on crawling in to bed with his friend anyway.
After sneaking into Gerard’s room, Frank took his jeans off and quietly slipped into bed, snuggling himself up behind the singer and wrapping an arm around his waist. This is nice, he thought.
Gerard stirred in his sleep for a moment, before violently sitting up in bed, throwing Frank’s arms off of him and flicking on the lamp.
“Frank! What the fuck?” He shrieked, running a hand through his hair and looking utterly puzzled.
“I just wanted to see what it was like to love you.” Frank almost whispered, slowly sitting up as well.
“What? To love me?” Gerard’s brow furrowed, he wasn’t sure if he should be laughing or crying at Frank’s curiosity. “How many of those stories did you read?”
“A few ...ish. Actually I wrote some down I want you to read.”
Gerard stared blankly at a now smiling Frank, before his eyes started to search the room for something pointless to look at.
“Why don’t you have pants on?” He asked, noticing his friend’s knee poking out from under the blankets.
“You don’t have pants on either.”
“Wha, wh, I…” Gerard’s hands flew around in front of him as he searched for something to say. “…this is my bed. I never wear pants to bed and you’re never in my bed, so I don’t see how it’s a problem.”
“Oh but it’s a problem for me, huh.” Frank implied coldly, jutting his chin forward, raising his eyebrows and folding his arms and legs.
Gerard stared down at his lap, shaking his head slowly, though not in answer to Frank’s question, he was just that confused.
“Do you want me to leave?” Frank asked quietly, playing with a thread on his shirt.
Gerard looked at him for a moment, a little smirk playing on his lips. “What the hell are you? A shy school boy?” He laughed.
“What?”
“Playing with your shirt all nervous and shit.”
Frank smiled, throwing his head back a little. “This is weird, huh?”
“It is quite strange.” Gerard grinned at his friend, sliding back down in bed.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I really don’t care. I was just a little shocked at first is all.” Gerard moved closer to where Frank was sat, threw the quilt off himself and began stroking the empty space next to where he lie. “Lay here. You can love me if you want. I would love it if you loved me. We can love together. I will hug you and we can pretend there’s no awkwardness.”
They both laughed quietly together before Frank climbed over Gerard’s body and shifted himself against the singer. Gerard slid his hand up the inside of Frank’s shirt and pulled him closer, nuzzling into the smaller man’s neck and whispering, “That story I showed you about us,” he paused and Frank nodded, smiling to himself. “I wrote that.”
Frank/Gerard [PG-13 - was supposed to be crack!fic]
RPS. Don't know. Don't own. No harm intended.
~689 words
Summary: Frank wants to know what it's like to love Gerard.
Thanks to skelterellax for beta'ing. xo
Con-Crit welcome. Comments are nice.
Prequel
***
After finishing reading the story Gerard had suggested, a completely intrigued Frank spent the next four hours lurking on slash fiction sites, trying to fill his head with as many different concepts as he possibly could. Some stories had him cringing, however, others it seemed had him wondering.
Gerard had retired to bed a few hours ago, leaving Frank to do his business. He was a little put off at first when the guitarist claimed he was ‘so staying up to read more’, but he shrugged it off, he couldn’t complain too much; Frank had caught him reading something that was definitely more messed up than ‘Ferard’ stories. Though maybe it was because it was about the two of them that it worried him so much.
Feeling his eyes getting too heavy to read on anymore, Frank closed down the computer, but not before writing down the names of a few stories he wanted to show Gerard the next morning. Walking past Gerard’s room to get to his own, Frank found himself a little curious. He didn’t know if he was wondering what it would be like to sleep with Gerard or just boys in general, either way in his tired state he decided on crawling in to bed with his friend anyway.
After sneaking into Gerard’s room, Frank took his jeans off and quietly slipped into bed, snuggling himself up behind the singer and wrapping an arm around his waist. This is nice, he thought.
Gerard stirred in his sleep for a moment, before violently sitting up in bed, throwing Frank’s arms off of him and flicking on the lamp.
“Frank! What the fuck?” He shrieked, running a hand through his hair and looking utterly puzzled.
“I just wanted to see what it was like to love you.” Frank almost whispered, slowly sitting up as well.
“What? To love me?” Gerard’s brow furrowed, he wasn’t sure if he should be laughing or crying at Frank’s curiosity. “How many of those stories did you read?”
“A few ...ish. Actually I wrote some down I want you to read.”
Gerard stared blankly at a now smiling Frank, before his eyes started to search the room for something pointless to look at.
“Why don’t you have pants on?” He asked, noticing his friend’s knee poking out from under the blankets.
“You don’t have pants on either.”
“Wha, wh, I…” Gerard’s hands flew around in front of him as he searched for something to say. “…this is my bed. I never wear pants to bed and you’re never in my bed, so I don’t see how it’s a problem.”
“Oh but it’s a problem for me, huh.” Frank implied coldly, jutting his chin forward, raising his eyebrows and folding his arms and legs.
Gerard stared down at his lap, shaking his head slowly, though not in answer to Frank’s question, he was just that confused.
“Do you want me to leave?” Frank asked quietly, playing with a thread on his shirt.
Gerard looked at him for a moment, a little smirk playing on his lips. “What the hell are you? A shy school boy?” He laughed.
“What?”
“Playing with your shirt all nervous and shit.”
Frank smiled, throwing his head back a little. “This is weird, huh?”
“It is quite strange.” Gerard grinned at his friend, sliding back down in bed.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I really don’t care. I was just a little shocked at first is all.” Gerard moved closer to where Frank was sat, threw the quilt off himself and began stroking the empty space next to where he lie. “Lay here. You can love me if you want. I would love it if you loved me. We can love together. I will hug you and we can pretend there’s no awkwardness.”
They both laughed quietly together before Frank climbed over Gerard’s body and shifted himself against the singer. Gerard slid his hand up the inside of Frank’s shirt and pulled him closer, nuzzling into the smaller man’s neck and whispering, “That story I showed you about us,” he paused and Frank nodded, smiling to himself. “I wrote that.”