I wont ask for you for Christmas (2/3)
Title:I wont ask for you for Christmas (2/3)
Authors: cassandra_ml & Delilah
Rating: NC-17 (for the last chapter)
Disclaimer: I dont own or know the guys, and every line of this story is pure fiction
Warnings: swearing, sex
Beta: stillchaos Thank you, you do a great job!!
Gerard yelped as the beard snapped back into his face and Frank fell off his lap. Landing on the floor, where he sat for a few moments staring at Gerard with wide eyes.
“You…” he trailed off weakly and tried to get up and run away.
Why did those things always happen to him?! His face was flushed and he wanted nothing more than to vomit.
He just had spilled the beans about his little secret to the person he craved for, fuck. Why didnt things ever go the way he planned them?
Perplexedly Gerard watched Frank get up and turn around, before jumping up quickly and grabbing Frank’s arm to stop him from running.
“Hey, please wait.”
Frank didn’t want to stop, he just wanted to get away. To go to his flat and hide there for the next three years.
But Gerard obviously didn’t agree to Frank`s unspoken plans. He just held Frank’s arm a little tighter making him finally stop and create an uneasy silence between them as they stared at each other.
Not knowing what to do or say Gerard settled for taking his fake beard off, causing Frank to wince as if seeing his face made it more unbearably embarrassing.
Gerard stopped and looked at Frank.
“Uhm… I know, I'm ugly. I can leave the beard on, if you want. But it’s really hot…”
“What are you doing here?” Frank cried, ignoring Gerard’s voice completely.
“Erm...Trying to earn extra money.”
“Here?”
“Well…it’s close to work.” The taller one tried to defend himself. "And... I like kids...?" Gerard's expression showed some hesitating, when he tried to make up some better excuses. "Yes?...no...?"
"Really?" Frank questioned, trying to find something wrong in Gerard's answer as the taller one's face turned red.
"Uhm...yeah..." and even that Gerard knew...or let's say he 'thought he knew' about Frank's feelings after his little shrift, he didn't want to be exposed so much.
He didn't want to say that he was desperate finding an extra job here, just to have a chance to see the boy before going home. How luckily it went on.
Frank sighed as he sat on the big, red chair, burying his face in his hands, trying to hide his face red with humiliation.
"Are you okay?" Gerard came closer to the boy, lowering his voice.
Frank hit his head annoyed.
“I can't believe you found out. That I told you about it! I'm so stupid. Shouldn’t you be creeped out?”
“Maybe I would be if I hadn’t planned all my shifts so I could see you as often as possible.”
Frank opened his mouth to speak but no words seemed to form. He just closed his mouth again and gawped at Gerard surprised.
“You did?” He finally managed to ask and a weak smile formed on his lips.
Gerard looked down at his feet embarrassed and nodded. Even though he confessed this to make Frank feel easier, he felt exposed and dumb now.
“You were late today.” He tried to cover up his uneasiness. Thursday was the day Frank stayed most of the afternoon at the store.
Frank couldn’t believe it. Did he really notice him?! But how? He always thought he was invisible to others.
Gerard coughed awkwardly when he didn’t get a reply, frightened as hell that he had scared Frank with his stalker ways.
“I'm Gerard, by the way.” He muttered trying again to cover up his embarrassing slip. Why did he possess the talent to scare all the people he liked away? Why couldn’t it be different with this adorable guy?
Frank couldn’t help but smile. As if he didnt know his name all along. But Gerard didn’t have to know that he already knew, did he?
“Hi! I'm Frank.” He simply replied and watched Gerard pull off his gloves to shake his hand.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
Frank swallowed as he felt Gerard’s warm grip on his hands. This was exactly how he liked handshakes. Not to tight and not to weak - just perfect.
Right in this moment he wanted nothing more than to entwine his fingers with Gerard’s and hold his hand forever.
“But I wanna see Santa!” Both jumped apart as they heard an infant’s voice yell behind them.
“No Ronny, it’s too late. We have to go home.” They turned around to see a mother scolding her son, pulling him to the exit.
“But I wanna!” The little boy insisted again causing his mother to growl.
Quickly Gerard adjusted his beard not wanting to ruin the kid’s belief in Santa Claus.
“You know that only good kids get presents from Santa.” The young woman asked annoyed.
“Yes! That why I need to tell him that I flamed the carpet only by accident. Please!” Her son whined and gave his mother his best pleading puppy eyes.
“But Santa’s isn’t here anymore.” She tried again, but couldn’t fool her kid.
“He is standing right there!”
“But he’s busy talking to one of his elves.”
“Hey I'm not that short!” Frank crossed his arms muttering as Gerard chuckled.
“Pleeeease.” The boy tried again and Gerard moved over to his chair, sure that the woman would lose.
“Fine.” She sighed defeated letting herself be pulled towards the Christmas stand.
Even if Gerard hadn’t asked him to wait, Frank still stayed around and watched the little boy climb onto Gerard’s lap beaming. He practically melted as he saw how lovingly and kind Gerard handled little Ronny. Listening to his incredible story about candles and a Persian carpet.
“It was an accident, I promise.” The five-year-old vowed breathlessly, scared that he wouldn’t get any presents.
“I know, I know. But you should the careful the next time, it’s really dangerous and your mommy and I don’t want you to get hurt, understand?”
The kid nodded frantically.
“And do I still get my Spiderman action figure?”
Gerard quickly glanced at Ronny’s mum, who nodded massaging her temples, before answering the kid with sparkling eyes.
“Of course! Do you like Spiderman?”
Frank smiled expecting one of Gerard’s infamous rambles about the comic book heroes he liked. He had heard quite a few the times he stayed in the store.
But just as Gerard was about to start he was interrupted.
“Do I get a photo now?”
“Uhmm…” Gerard hesitated wondering were Ray was when he needed him. Oh, yeah. He was probably drooling into his date’s necklace by now.
“Ill do it!”
Gerard smiled with glee as he noticed that Frank was still around and so willing to help. He knew this guy was the most adorable person he has ever met.
“You are a really good Santa.” Frank stated when Gerard’s last clients finally left.
“You think so?”
“Yup, you’re great with kids.” Gerard just smiled and pulled his beard off again and unbuttoned his jacket.
“I can't wait to get out of this outfit though.” He stated and Frank watched as he pulled two pillows out of his jacket discovering the soft frame of his body.
“I like your hat.” Frank giggled, not really finding it funny but wanting to distract himself from staring at Gerard’s body.
“So? Wanna try it?” Frank considered this for a moment. This could help to break the ice between them and it would avoid an awkward silence, wouldn’t it?
“Yes of course! I always wanted to dress up as Santa.” He joked and moved over to where Gerard still sat on his chair.
“But people would look at me weirdly, huh?”
“True. As for Halloween, it’s just too lame.” Laughing Gerard pulled the hood of his head, revealing his dark hair. Frank always liked his longish messy hair, he was always tempted to tangle his fingers in it and smooth it.
Just like today, but again he didn’t have the chance because Gerard tried to restrain his hair on his own.
“Jacket too?” It would still have Gerard’s warmth and smell…
“Sure!” Hastily Frank slipped his own jacket off and threw it onto a pile of presents next to them. Not noticing a little something falling out of his pocket again.
Gerard did though. And while Frank tugged on the Santa robe Gerard picked it up. Wasn’t this the same thing Frank got from his friends earlier?
“Uhmm, Frank?”
Frank looked up so quickly the Gerard’s Santa hat fell over his eyes and blocked his vision. Once he had pulled the hood up again he regret seeing what he had to see.
“You dropped something.” Frank’s eyes were fixed on the present. That fucking little box was going to be the death of him.
“Uh…”
“The tag says my name.” Gerard asked confused and Frank just nodded unable to look him into the eye. Things have gone so well and now the little gift was destroying it.
“Is it for me?”
“Uh…well…yeah.” Frank whispered the last word, feeling the old feeling of vomiting again.
“Can I open it?”
Frank considered for a few seconds and then nodded. He had nothing to lose anyway, right? Gerard already saw it and it didn’t make a difference if he opened it as well.
“Cool!” Gerard smiled and sat down again ripping the ripping paper off the little box carelessly and opening it.
“Oh my goodness!” Frank couldn’t believe that the high pitched squeal was actually from Gerard.
“This is so cool! Oh my goodness, oh my goodness! I’ve always wanted these!” Gerard continued excited like a little girl. Before Frank knew what was happening Gerard had pulled him into his lap again and hugged him cheerfully.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”
Frank just blushed not knowing what else to do, he watched Gerard as he took the pair of black skeleton gloves out of the little box and tried them on.
“They are so perfect.” He beamed at Frank giving him his brightest smile and Frank couldn’t help but mirror it.
“Oh what’s this?” As soon as Gerard took a little note out of the box Frank’s smile dropped again. Fuck! He had completely forgotten his little stalkerish letter.
“I won’t ask for you for Christmas?” Gerard read aloud and looked at Frank confused, almost hurt.
“Why not?”
Frank’s heart warmed at Gerard’s desperation and he just turned the note around, showing Gerard that the letter continued.
“Just to see you smile is enough.”
Gerard stared at the letter, reading the words over and over again. This was by far the most beautiful thing somebody has ever said to him.
“Wow!” Was all he managed stammer, he couldn’t help but smile at Frank brightly blinking away the tears in his eyes.
“Wow…that’s just…wow.”
Trying to stop himself from crying he started looking around frantically for something.
“I don’t have anything for you.”
“That’s okay.”
“No, its not.”
Quickly Gerard grabbed one of the gifts next to his chair and shook it next to his ear, as he could tell what it was.
“Hmm, that doesn’t sound good.” Frank chuckled as Gerard took another gift and repeated be process.
“That’s better.” He finally smiled and handed the gift over to Frank.
“Oh…and what is it?”
“I dunno, just open it.” Gerard giggled in reply and watched Frank ripping the present open.
“Aww, Jack Skellington!” Frank laughed as he pulled out a little doll. “Perfect choice!”
Happily Frank pressed the button on the doll’s body and both started chuckling at Jack’s terrifying laughter.
Contently Frank looked down at the little doll in his hands, meanwhile Gerard squealed again admiring the gloves on his hands.
This was Christmas for him, his wish come true. He finally had Gerard’s attention and it was better than he had dreamed of. Maybe he could fulfill a wish for Gerard too?
“So…” Frank started as a short but comfortable silence enveloped them. “…may I ask what Santa wants for Christmas then?”
Gerard blushed and bit his lip thinking, before singing in a low voice.
“I just wanna see my baby standing right outside my door.”
“And…and who’s your baby?” Frank asked confused, not getting the hint and causing Gerard to smirk.
“Well…I just know who I want it to be.”
“Oh.” Frank muttered lost in Gerard’s eyes as there faced inched closer to each other. Slowly he closed his eyes feeling the other guy’s breathe on his cheek licking his lips absently in pleasant anticipation.
In the middle of a gun fight, in the center of a… But it never got that far. Both drew apart quickly as a few piano cords cut the silence.
Gerard groaned annoyed and nervously reached into the jacket Frank now wore. Don’t think I'm a pervert, don’t feel molested.
Carefully, not to touch Frank’s body, he searched for his phone.
“Hello?”
“Hmpf?! Hi Mikey what’s up?”
“Didn’t I tell you not to lurk for the presents?”
“No the microwave is, for sure, not for you!”
“Cos you blow it up all the time.” Frank chuckled at the last comment, trying harder to understand the person on the other line, but failing again.
“You did it four times Mikey!” Gerard rolled his eyes and cracked a smile at Frank.
“Mikey….I told you not to call me Santa.”
“You’re so mean.”
“Yes, no and I aka Santa won’t bring you anything.”
“Okay, bye.”
Gerard sighed and looked at Frank apologetic. “Sorry…sibling.”
“It’s okay, he sounds funny.”
“He is…but annoying too.” Gerard grinned and then fell silent for a few moments.
“Erm…so what I wanted to ask earlier is…”
But again, he got interrupted.
This time it was Frank’s hysterical squeal as the lights in the mall went out suddenly and only dim lights remained.
“Oh my goodness, what happened?” He asked frightened jumping up running to the exit to pull at the bars.
How could they miss this?!
“I guess the mall is closed and locked now.” Gerard shrugged watching Frank run around hysterically.
“What are we gonna do now?! We are locked! They need to get us out. It’s fucking Christmas, we’re gonna be here forever.”
Gerard giggled, wondering himself why Frank didn't start running around and yell “we will all gonna die in here! Death! Aaa! Apocalypse!”
“How about we call the guards? And while they come and get us out, we can get something edible.”
Frank looked at Gerard with big eyes, wondering how he could stay so cool about everything. But in a way it was good, because he never thought of a little thing called a phone to get them out of there.
Only a few minutes Gerard later, was leading him to a random store with food and clothes.
“This could be out of a movie.” Frank muttered. And it could because every other person would be amused by the image of a short guy in a huge red jacket and a Christmas hat with another guy next to him in Santa pants and a T-Shirt.
The only thing that could be heard was their soft footsteps on the shiny white floor.
As Gerard touched the boy’s hand Frank couldn’t help but blush for the 100th time this evening.
Neither Gerard nor Frank dared to say anything on their way to get their snack, let alone mention their entwined fingers.
From the corner of his eyes Gerard saw Frank’s bright red face and smiled shyly. Why hadn’t this happened earlier?
They met almost every day at the comic store, but not once did it occur to him that Frank might be gay. His gaydar definitely sucked.
“Man, lifting a giant Elmo sure makes one really hungry.” Frank joked rubbing his growling belly.
“So Santa, what are we gonna eat?”
“Probablement le pizza, monsieur? “ Gerard offered frozen plate, making the other one giggle.
“Gerard, it’s Italian, not French.”
“Well… pizza is pizza… it’s in every country, and everyone loves it, so what’s the big deal?” Gerard countered, a sexy smirk forming on his lips.
“Well…yeah I see your point… but still, it’s Italian.” Frank poked his tongue out in a winning gesture.
“So, what’s French then?” Gerard put the cold box back into the fridge, bending down, while Frank was staring at the other’s butt.
“Uhmmm…Well, that’ll be snails and frogs…”
“We stay with Italian then…” Gerard nodded quickly, taking the box back out of the fridge and moving leading to the microwave.
***
"Isn't it ...against the law?" Frank interrupted, watching Gerard rip the box open and putt the pizza into the microwave.
"Yes, it is... unless you pay for it." Gerard stated happily, closing the little door, and pressing some little green buttons in the keypad.
“Are where are we paying now?” Frank asked pointing to the empty cash points.
"Do you wanna eat frozen pizza then?"
"Not really..."
"Then chill." Gerard grinned. It was easy for him, he knew that Bob, the floorwalker, would turn a blind eye for him.
The sound of the microwave was the only sound t heard for a while, before Frank spoke again.
"So... your...sibling, right?"
"Brother, Mikey..." Gerard answered turning to look at Frank.
"How did he break down all the devices?"
"HA! Good question. I don't know. Have no idea." Gerard rolled his eyes, but his smile was so genuine, that Frank wished he could make Gerard have such lovingly feelings for him.
He could tell...Gerard loved his brother, no matter what he did. Just this smile was betraying his feelings.
"Huh...?"
"Don't ask me... just let me tell you... even McGyver couldn't fix them."
***
Frank giggled and couldn’t believe all the stories Gerard told him about Mikey, while they were eating hot and delicious pizza back at the Christmas stand. The call for the safety guards was long forgotten. Frank's eyes were sparkling like never before. This was by far the best Christmas Eve of his life...
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Authors: cassandra_ml & Delilah
Rating: NC-17 (for the last chapter)
Disclaimer: I dont own or know the guys, and every line of this story is pure fiction
Warnings: swearing, sex
Beta: stillchaos Thank you, you do a great job!!
Gerard yelped as the beard snapped back into his face and Frank fell off his lap. Landing on the floor, where he sat for a few moments staring at Gerard with wide eyes.
“You…” he trailed off weakly and tried to get up and run away.
Why did those things always happen to him?! His face was flushed and he wanted nothing more than to vomit.
He just had spilled the beans about his little secret to the person he craved for, fuck. Why didnt things ever go the way he planned them?
Perplexedly Gerard watched Frank get up and turn around, before jumping up quickly and grabbing Frank’s arm to stop him from running.
“Hey, please wait.”
Frank didn’t want to stop, he just wanted to get away. To go to his flat and hide there for the next three years.
But Gerard obviously didn’t agree to Frank`s unspoken plans. He just held Frank’s arm a little tighter making him finally stop and create an uneasy silence between them as they stared at each other.
Not knowing what to do or say Gerard settled for taking his fake beard off, causing Frank to wince as if seeing his face made it more unbearably embarrassing.
Gerard stopped and looked at Frank.
“Uhm… I know, I'm ugly. I can leave the beard on, if you want. But it’s really hot…”
“What are you doing here?” Frank cried, ignoring Gerard’s voice completely.
“Erm...Trying to earn extra money.”
“Here?”
“Well…it’s close to work.” The taller one tried to defend himself. "And... I like kids...?" Gerard's expression showed some hesitating, when he tried to make up some better excuses. "Yes?...no...?"
"Really?" Frank questioned, trying to find something wrong in Gerard's answer as the taller one's face turned red.
"Uhm...yeah..." and even that Gerard knew...or let's say he 'thought he knew' about Frank's feelings after his little shrift, he didn't want to be exposed so much.
He didn't want to say that he was desperate finding an extra job here, just to have a chance to see the boy before going home. How luckily it went on.
Frank sighed as he sat on the big, red chair, burying his face in his hands, trying to hide his face red with humiliation.
"Are you okay?" Gerard came closer to the boy, lowering his voice.
Frank hit his head annoyed.
“I can't believe you found out. That I told you about it! I'm so stupid. Shouldn’t you be creeped out?”
“Maybe I would be if I hadn’t planned all my shifts so I could see you as often as possible.”
Frank opened his mouth to speak but no words seemed to form. He just closed his mouth again and gawped at Gerard surprised.
“You did?” He finally managed to ask and a weak smile formed on his lips.
Gerard looked down at his feet embarrassed and nodded. Even though he confessed this to make Frank feel easier, he felt exposed and dumb now.
“You were late today.” He tried to cover up his uneasiness. Thursday was the day Frank stayed most of the afternoon at the store.
Frank couldn’t believe it. Did he really notice him?! But how? He always thought he was invisible to others.
Gerard coughed awkwardly when he didn’t get a reply, frightened as hell that he had scared Frank with his stalker ways.
“I'm Gerard, by the way.” He muttered trying again to cover up his embarrassing slip. Why did he possess the talent to scare all the people he liked away? Why couldn’t it be different with this adorable guy?
Frank couldn’t help but smile. As if he didnt know his name all along. But Gerard didn’t have to know that he already knew, did he?
“Hi! I'm Frank.” He simply replied and watched Gerard pull off his gloves to shake his hand.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
Frank swallowed as he felt Gerard’s warm grip on his hands. This was exactly how he liked handshakes. Not to tight and not to weak - just perfect.
Right in this moment he wanted nothing more than to entwine his fingers with Gerard’s and hold his hand forever.
“But I wanna see Santa!” Both jumped apart as they heard an infant’s voice yell behind them.
“No Ronny, it’s too late. We have to go home.” They turned around to see a mother scolding her son, pulling him to the exit.
“But I wanna!” The little boy insisted again causing his mother to growl.
Quickly Gerard adjusted his beard not wanting to ruin the kid’s belief in Santa Claus.
“You know that only good kids get presents from Santa.” The young woman asked annoyed.
“Yes! That why I need to tell him that I flamed the carpet only by accident. Please!” Her son whined and gave his mother his best pleading puppy eyes.
“But Santa’s isn’t here anymore.” She tried again, but couldn’t fool her kid.
“He is standing right there!”
“But he’s busy talking to one of his elves.”
“Hey I'm not that short!” Frank crossed his arms muttering as Gerard chuckled.
“Pleeeease.” The boy tried again and Gerard moved over to his chair, sure that the woman would lose.
“Fine.” She sighed defeated letting herself be pulled towards the Christmas stand.
Even if Gerard hadn’t asked him to wait, Frank still stayed around and watched the little boy climb onto Gerard’s lap beaming. He practically melted as he saw how lovingly and kind Gerard handled little Ronny. Listening to his incredible story about candles and a Persian carpet.
“It was an accident, I promise.” The five-year-old vowed breathlessly, scared that he wouldn’t get any presents.
“I know, I know. But you should the careful the next time, it’s really dangerous and your mommy and I don’t want you to get hurt, understand?”
The kid nodded frantically.
“And do I still get my Spiderman action figure?”
Gerard quickly glanced at Ronny’s mum, who nodded massaging her temples, before answering the kid with sparkling eyes.
“Of course! Do you like Spiderman?”
Frank smiled expecting one of Gerard’s infamous rambles about the comic book heroes he liked. He had heard quite a few the times he stayed in the store.
But just as Gerard was about to start he was interrupted.
“Do I get a photo now?”
“Uhmm…” Gerard hesitated wondering were Ray was when he needed him. Oh, yeah. He was probably drooling into his date’s necklace by now.
“Ill do it!”
Gerard smiled with glee as he noticed that Frank was still around and so willing to help. He knew this guy was the most adorable person he has ever met.
“You are a really good Santa.” Frank stated when Gerard’s last clients finally left.
“You think so?”
“Yup, you’re great with kids.” Gerard just smiled and pulled his beard off again and unbuttoned his jacket.
“I can't wait to get out of this outfit though.” He stated and Frank watched as he pulled two pillows out of his jacket discovering the soft frame of his body.
“I like your hat.” Frank giggled, not really finding it funny but wanting to distract himself from staring at Gerard’s body.
“So? Wanna try it?” Frank considered this for a moment. This could help to break the ice between them and it would avoid an awkward silence, wouldn’t it?
“Yes of course! I always wanted to dress up as Santa.” He joked and moved over to where Gerard still sat on his chair.
“But people would look at me weirdly, huh?”
“True. As for Halloween, it’s just too lame.” Laughing Gerard pulled the hood of his head, revealing his dark hair. Frank always liked his longish messy hair, he was always tempted to tangle his fingers in it and smooth it.
Just like today, but again he didn’t have the chance because Gerard tried to restrain his hair on his own.
“Jacket too?” It would still have Gerard’s warmth and smell…
“Sure!” Hastily Frank slipped his own jacket off and threw it onto a pile of presents next to them. Not noticing a little something falling out of his pocket again.
Gerard did though. And while Frank tugged on the Santa robe Gerard picked it up. Wasn’t this the same thing Frank got from his friends earlier?
“Uhmm, Frank?”
Frank looked up so quickly the Gerard’s Santa hat fell over his eyes and blocked his vision. Once he had pulled the hood up again he regret seeing what he had to see.
“You dropped something.” Frank’s eyes were fixed on the present. That fucking little box was going to be the death of him.
“Uh…”
“The tag says my name.” Gerard asked confused and Frank just nodded unable to look him into the eye. Things have gone so well and now the little gift was destroying it.
“Is it for me?”
“Uh…well…yeah.” Frank whispered the last word, feeling the old feeling of vomiting again.
“Can I open it?”
Frank considered for a few seconds and then nodded. He had nothing to lose anyway, right? Gerard already saw it and it didn’t make a difference if he opened it as well.
“Cool!” Gerard smiled and sat down again ripping the ripping paper off the little box carelessly and opening it.
“Oh my goodness!” Frank couldn’t believe that the high pitched squeal was actually from Gerard.
“This is so cool! Oh my goodness, oh my goodness! I’ve always wanted these!” Gerard continued excited like a little girl. Before Frank knew what was happening Gerard had pulled him into his lap again and hugged him cheerfully.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”
Frank just blushed not knowing what else to do, he watched Gerard as he took the pair of black skeleton gloves out of the little box and tried them on.
“They are so perfect.” He beamed at Frank giving him his brightest smile and Frank couldn’t help but mirror it.
“Oh what’s this?” As soon as Gerard took a little note out of the box Frank’s smile dropped again. Fuck! He had completely forgotten his little stalkerish letter.
“I won’t ask for you for Christmas?” Gerard read aloud and looked at Frank confused, almost hurt.
“Why not?”
Frank’s heart warmed at Gerard’s desperation and he just turned the note around, showing Gerard that the letter continued.
“Just to see you smile is enough.”
Gerard stared at the letter, reading the words over and over again. This was by far the most beautiful thing somebody has ever said to him.
“Wow!” Was all he managed stammer, he couldn’t help but smile at Frank brightly blinking away the tears in his eyes.
“Wow…that’s just…wow.”
Trying to stop himself from crying he started looking around frantically for something.
“I don’t have anything for you.”
“That’s okay.”
“No, its not.”
Quickly Gerard grabbed one of the gifts next to his chair and shook it next to his ear, as he could tell what it was.
“Hmm, that doesn’t sound good.” Frank chuckled as Gerard took another gift and repeated be process.
“That’s better.” He finally smiled and handed the gift over to Frank.
“Oh…and what is it?”
“I dunno, just open it.” Gerard giggled in reply and watched Frank ripping the present open.
“Aww, Jack Skellington!” Frank laughed as he pulled out a little doll. “Perfect choice!”
Happily Frank pressed the button on the doll’s body and both started chuckling at Jack’s terrifying laughter.
Contently Frank looked down at the little doll in his hands, meanwhile Gerard squealed again admiring the gloves on his hands.
This was Christmas for him, his wish come true. He finally had Gerard’s attention and it was better than he had dreamed of. Maybe he could fulfill a wish for Gerard too?
“So…” Frank started as a short but comfortable silence enveloped them. “…may I ask what Santa wants for Christmas then?”
Gerard blushed and bit his lip thinking, before singing in a low voice.
“I just wanna see my baby standing right outside my door.”
“And…and who’s your baby?” Frank asked confused, not getting the hint and causing Gerard to smirk.
“Well…I just know who I want it to be.”
“Oh.” Frank muttered lost in Gerard’s eyes as there faced inched closer to each other. Slowly he closed his eyes feeling the other guy’s breathe on his cheek licking his lips absently in pleasant anticipation.
In the middle of a gun fight, in the center of a… But it never got that far. Both drew apart quickly as a few piano cords cut the silence.
Gerard groaned annoyed and nervously reached into the jacket Frank now wore. Don’t think I'm a pervert, don’t feel molested.
Carefully, not to touch Frank’s body, he searched for his phone.
“Hello?”
“Hmpf?! Hi Mikey what’s up?”
“Didn’t I tell you not to lurk for the presents?”
“No the microwave is, for sure, not for you!”
“Cos you blow it up all the time.” Frank chuckled at the last comment, trying harder to understand the person on the other line, but failing again.
“You did it four times Mikey!” Gerard rolled his eyes and cracked a smile at Frank.
“Mikey….I told you not to call me Santa.”
“You’re so mean.”
“Yes, no and I aka Santa won’t bring you anything.”
“Okay, bye.”
Gerard sighed and looked at Frank apologetic. “Sorry…sibling.”
“It’s okay, he sounds funny.”
“He is…but annoying too.” Gerard grinned and then fell silent for a few moments.
“Erm…so what I wanted to ask earlier is…”
But again, he got interrupted.
This time it was Frank’s hysterical squeal as the lights in the mall went out suddenly and only dim lights remained.
“Oh my goodness, what happened?” He asked frightened jumping up running to the exit to pull at the bars.
How could they miss this?!
“I guess the mall is closed and locked now.” Gerard shrugged watching Frank run around hysterically.
“What are we gonna do now?! We are locked! They need to get us out. It’s fucking Christmas, we’re gonna be here forever.”
Gerard giggled, wondering himself why Frank didn't start running around and yell “we will all gonna die in here! Death! Aaa! Apocalypse!”
“How about we call the guards? And while they come and get us out, we can get something edible.”
Frank looked at Gerard with big eyes, wondering how he could stay so cool about everything. But in a way it was good, because he never thought of a little thing called a phone to get them out of there.
Only a few minutes Gerard later, was leading him to a random store with food and clothes.
“This could be out of a movie.” Frank muttered. And it could because every other person would be amused by the image of a short guy in a huge red jacket and a Christmas hat with another guy next to him in Santa pants and a T-Shirt.
The only thing that could be heard was their soft footsteps on the shiny white floor.
As Gerard touched the boy’s hand Frank couldn’t help but blush for the 100th time this evening.
Neither Gerard nor Frank dared to say anything on their way to get their snack, let alone mention their entwined fingers.
From the corner of his eyes Gerard saw Frank’s bright red face and smiled shyly. Why hadn’t this happened earlier?
They met almost every day at the comic store, but not once did it occur to him that Frank might be gay. His gaydar definitely sucked.
“Man, lifting a giant Elmo sure makes one really hungry.” Frank joked rubbing his growling belly.
“So Santa, what are we gonna eat?”
“Probablement le pizza, monsieur? “ Gerard offered frozen plate, making the other one giggle.
“Gerard, it’s Italian, not French.”
“Well… pizza is pizza… it’s in every country, and everyone loves it, so what’s the big deal?” Gerard countered, a sexy smirk forming on his lips.
“Well…yeah I see your point… but still, it’s Italian.” Frank poked his tongue out in a winning gesture.
“So, what’s French then?” Gerard put the cold box back into the fridge, bending down, while Frank was staring at the other’s butt.
“Uhmmm…Well, that’ll be snails and frogs…”
“We stay with Italian then…” Gerard nodded quickly, taking the box back out of the fridge and moving leading to the microwave.
***
"Isn't it ...against the law?" Frank interrupted, watching Gerard rip the box open and putt the pizza into the microwave.
"Yes, it is... unless you pay for it." Gerard stated happily, closing the little door, and pressing some little green buttons in the keypad.
“Are where are we paying now?” Frank asked pointing to the empty cash points.
"Do you wanna eat frozen pizza then?"
"Not really..."
"Then chill." Gerard grinned. It was easy for him, he knew that Bob, the floorwalker, would turn a blind eye for him.
The sound of the microwave was the only sound t heard for a while, before Frank spoke again.
"So... your...sibling, right?"
"Brother, Mikey..." Gerard answered turning to look at Frank.
"How did he break down all the devices?"
"HA! Good question. I don't know. Have no idea." Gerard rolled his eyes, but his smile was so genuine, that Frank wished he could make Gerard have such lovingly feelings for him.
He could tell...Gerard loved his brother, no matter what he did. Just this smile was betraying his feelings.
"Huh...?"
"Don't ask me... just let me tell you... even McGyver couldn't fix them."
***
Frank giggled and couldn’t believe all the stories Gerard told him about Mikey, while they were eating hot and delicious pizza back at the Christmas stand. The call for the safety guards was long forgotten. Frank's eyes were sparkling like never before. This was by far the best Christmas Eve of his life...
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