Coffee Stains and Sound Waves (frerard) [SLOW UPDATES]

Part 24

I know I haven't updated in a while, but I guess I just got carried away with my other fic. I am back now, with a chapter. 

Also, Abi, if you're reading this, I'm sorry, xo-G.

I was sat at my desk in the room that Frank had dubbed the 'crazy-fun-time' room when my phone chimed. I looked at the e-mail, realising it was just the bike company telling me that the bike Patrick wanted was going to be delivered between eleven and three fifteen. I then sent a text to Patrick.

Hey Patrick, this is Gerard from the workshop. I have just received an e-mail telling me your bike will be delivered today between 11 and 3:15.

Patrick: Thanks, could you text me when it arrives please?

Sure thing.

I put my phone back on the desk and checked the clock on the wall before going to clean up my watercolours. Once everything was neat and tidy, I grabbed my empty coffee mug and made my way to the kitchen.  

I put on some more coffee, enjoying the mixture between the quiet of apartment and the racket of the old coffee machine. I stood back, leaning against the peninsular counter and admiring the calmness of being home. I got out an extra mug, knowing that Frank would be pissed off if I didn't wake him up before ten, and pouring the liquid gold into it. I carried it through, nudging the bedroom door open with my foot as quietly as I could. I walked to the nightstand and set both mugs down. I looked over to where my beautiful boyfriend was sleeping peacefully, on his back with his arms gently curled around the cats. His chest rose and fell slowly in the warm, muted light that crept through the gaps in the curtains. 

I perched on the bed next to him, pulling out my phone and snapping a picture of him. I set it as my lockscreen.

"Dog person, my ass." I mumbled under my breath. 

I moved my hand to brush the hair out of his eyes, watching them flutter slightly, but remain closed. 

"Frankie," I said gently, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

He groaned at the back of his throat, moving his head to the right.

"Frankie, it's almost ten, you gonna get up or am I gonna have to make you?"

His eyes opened slowly while I moved the cats to the end of the bed.

"How are you gonna make me move?" He said, his voice scratchy and sexy from disuse.

"Hm, I have my ways." I smirked.

He furrowed his eyebrows, moving his hand to sit on my thigh.

I moved away, walking over the the window and ripping the curtains open, before walking over to the nightstand, grabbing the mugs and walking to the kitchen. 

"If you want coffee then you'll have to move." I perched my pyjama clad ass on one of the breakfast bar stools and took a long sip of coffee.

I heard a distant mutter of 'fuck' and the patter of bare feet on hardwood. I turned my head to watch Frank as he walked into the kitchen in his boxers, yawning loudly and stretching his arms. He slumped on the stool next to me, drinking half of his coffee in one go.

"Morning baby." I pecked his lips and stood up, walking into the actual cooking area to get out a bowl and some childish cereal Frank insisted we had to get. I poured some into the bowl, placing it in front of Frank and turning to get out the milk and a spoon.

He said a quick 'thanks' before digging in. I sat back down and continued to drink my coffee, humming a little tune under my breath.

"How are you so fucking happy in the mornings? I swear you're not human."

I smirked.

"Well, I guess I like how calm it is." I cradled the warm coffee to my chest. "And I can do stuff without you around."

He made a 'hmph' noise and continued eating his cereal.

"I've gotta go in to work today, I'm expecting a delivery."

"But it's Wednesday." He whined. "I thought we were gonna stay home and watch Disney movies or some shit."

"No, Frank, you thought we were gonna stay home, watch Disney movies and end up fucking to the soundtrack of Cinderella" 

He smirked around his spoon. 

"Anyway, I'm gonna go take a shower." I stood up to wash my mug.

"Gimme thirty two seconds." He said, mouth full.

I raised an eyebrow and placed my mug in the drying rack while he practically inhaled the remnants of his cereal. Once that was gone, he drank his coffee in two large gulps.

"Impressive." I said, sarcasm dripping off my words.

"Let's go." He said, still chewing the cereal and coffee mix in his mouth.

He dumped his bowl and mug in the sink before pulling my arm and dragging me into the bathroom. Once we were in there, he immediately dropped his pants and started the water, staring at me expectantly. I stripped down and joined him under the hot stream. He moved to lean up, kissing me softly as the water slid across his olive skin. After a few seconds though, the kiss became more heated and his hands began to wander. I pulled away.

"Baby, we don't have time." I mumbled against his lips.

He frowned.

"I promise, though, when I get home after work, we can do whatever you want."

He kissed me again before dropping down to his knees and marking up my hips. 

"Frankie, we don't ha-" I was cut off by a moan escaping my lips as he took me straight to the back of his throat.

He planted his hands firmly on my waist and began to bob his head. The sensation was incredible, his hot, wet mouth and tongue were sending my system into overdrive. I moaning and panting, I leaned against the wall for support as he took everything I could give. I thrust my hips forward, feeling my nerves tingle as my stomach became tighter. He pulled back to suck on the tip , causing my knees to buckle as my body released down his throat. He pulled off and stood up.

"You're welcome?" He said in mock-bitterness.

"Uh- yeah, thanks." I mumbled, still trying to catch my breath from where I was plastered on the wall.

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Super short and a mega filler but idk where im going with this fic so yeah...