Frank jumped violently as he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist, a warm torso pressing against his back.
"What 'cha makin'?" Gerard asked, kissing the cheek of the younger man.
"Food." Frank replied, turning around in his lovers arms, running a hand through his ebony hair to the back of his neck.
"What kind of food?"
Frank giggled softly, "Edible food."
The singer quirked an eyebrow and peeked over Frank's shoulder, "Nutella sandwich, huh?"
Frank pressed his lips together and nodded, his eyes gliding over every highlighted part of Gerard's face, suddenly fascinated by the older. He took in his flawless pale complexion, thin pink lips, high cheekbones and bright hazel eyes. The way that his hair framed his face, making it look slimmer, prettier.
Frank kissed Gerard softly, smiling, and Gerard returned the gesture, slightly more passionate, less chaste. Frank returned the kiss eagerly, leaning up on his tip-toes slightly, opening his mouth and letting their tongues dance.
The Spare Room"Frankie! I'm home~!" Gerard called, placing his keys on one of the hooks by the door. His boyfriend came rushing out from a spare room, wearing an apron covered in dried paint and sawdust. Frank wrestled the dirty apron off and threw it in the basket of clothes to be washed. Gerard chuckled as he watched the smaller man fight with the apron. Once he got it off, Frank ran up to his boyfriend and tackled him in a huge hug.
"I missed you~! How was work?" Frank rested his chin on Gerard's chest and gazed up at him like a puppy whose owner just came home from vacation. Gerard sighed and wrapped his arms around Frank's tiny figure.
"Still no luck getting the Breakfast Monkey published..." The two of them stayed there, just hugging before Frank pulled away and smiled.
"C'mon, I'll make you your favorite birthday dinner~"
The two had finished their dinner, and Gerard had retreated to their room to work on some sketches, while Frank threw his apron back on and snuck back into the spa
I Wouldn't Mind - Frerard
Frank lays on his bed for the 4th or 5th day since, as he says it, the worst day of his life. The day that he had a fight with his, in that days, boyfriend Gerard.
Gerard was holding his hand as they walked out of his bedroom but dropped it quickly as they were approaching the kitchen where his family was, hurting Frank more than he thought. Well, in fact, he didn't think it hurt him at all.
Frank looked at the floor as they walked in. Mikey, Mr and Mrs Way were sitting on the kitchen table, Mrs Way with a mug of coffee in front of her as she chatted happily with Mikey and her husband, while Mr Way was nodding and making sounds in agreement behind a newspaper. Gerard acted as if nothing and sat next to his dad. Frank looked up and noticed Mikey looking up at him with a sad expression. Frank gave him the best fake smile he could, but Mikey didn't buy it. Frank slid next to him and Mrs Way smiled warmly at him.
"Hi dear, how is everything going?" She asked. Frank thought twice about th
Random Rayrad - Day-care"But mummy, I don't want to go there"
Gerard said, frowning as he walked at his mother's side, holding her hand. They crossed a street, and once on the sidewalk Gerard's mother, being careful with the baby she was carrying with the other arm, passed some of his raven black hair behind his ears, and moved his shirt softly so he would look better. However, he still looked unhappy.
"Come on, Gerard, there's nothing wrong in this"
"But I still don't want to go there" he said, pouting his lower lip while looking away.
"Day-care is something good you'll make new friends, and you play hours and hours" Gerard didn't say a thing, and his mother knew he still didn't want to get inside. They were in front of the door, but none of them moved from there. "Look, Gerard, you and Mikey are staying here just some hours, while daddy and I are out" his mother tried to explain, still holding softly Gerard's little brother on her arms.
The two years old kid was sleeping, his little nose lightly pink w
Awkward Flirting: Frerard: OneshotThe way he tosses back his head in laughter, as if whatever that girl is telling him is the funniest joke on earth… Why can't I be that girl?
"Iero, you do realize that you are currently dribbling all over your jeans right?"
"Huh, what, I…oh…" I quickly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shifted my gaze from Gerard Sexiest-Guy-on-Earth Way back to Ray and Mikey.
"Dude, you look like you pissed your pants!" Mikey snickered.
I flipped him off and wiped napkins across my lap. Ugh. Gerard Hot-as-Hell Way always had that effect on me… I usually limited my staring to when I was alone but today, I just couldn't resist. His jeans were sagging like halfway down his butt for God's sake, and the sleeveless grey shirt he was wearing was showing way too much skin! So I was trying to get a sneak a stare while eating lunch with my supposed "best friends."
But I guess I hadn't been very subtle. Ray's eyes were going back and forth between me and Gerard Impossibly-Perfect Way's table a