My Dynamite (frerard/funpoison)

Chapter 11

When I wake up in the morning, I feel disoriented. I'm laying on top of the blanket, I'm holding onto my pillow like a lifeline and I'm still fully dressed. All of those things make zero sense as they are things that don't happen.

But then I notice the jacket covering me and memories of the previous day hit me like a brick. Hanging out with Poison, their graffiti, making sandwiches with them, watching "Lord of the Rings" and finally, falling asleep on their chest.

Wait.

I did what now.

The more I remember of that part specifically, the more my face heats up. We literally cuddled. Me and Gerard were cuddling and I fell asleep with my face buried in their chest.

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

I groan and bury my face into the jacket which is laid on me like a blanket. It smells very strongly of Poison- I've noticed this is their favorite jacket. This just makes me blush more. God fucking dammit, I am quite literally fucked.

And of course, right when I'm clutching their jacket like it's all that matters and my face looks almost as red as Party's hair, is when they decide to walk into the room. Their hair is falling freely on their face and they're still wearing my shirt and sweatpants from yesterday. They're carrying two cups of coffee, one black and the other with the tiniest bit of milk.

I try to not think about how do they know how I like my coffee.

"Oh, good morning Ghoulie! Nice to see you awake." They set the two cups next to my bed and sit down.

"Yeah.." I rub my eyes, using all my physical willpower to stop blushing. "How long did I sleep?"

"Well, you fell asleep around 11 and now it's like.. 10:30?"

Shit. "Oh fuck- I'm so sorry Party, why didn't you wake me up earlier? I seriously didn't mean to pass out like that I-"

"Hey," Poison interrupts me, putting a finger on my lips. "Shut up. It's fine, yeah? I'm glad you got some rest."

I push their hand away. "But I didn't even show you where you can sleep- I would've given you the bed."

"And I would've refused anyway. I took the couch, it was comfortable."

"I literally fell asleep on you-"

"Frank." I look up from my hands at that- they never, never, call me Frank. Only Ghoul. "Look at me. If you don't stop talking and apologizing over stupid shit, I swear to God. I told you it's fine, I don't mind at all. Okay?"

"Yeah.... alright."

"Good." They hand me my coffee and I carefully take a sip. It's hot, but not too hot so I don't burn my tongue. They sip theirs too and before long- and without neither of us acknowledging this- we are leaning against each other, Poison's face on my shoulder and me practically on their lap. It's very comfortable.

"Is there anything you'd like to do today?" I ask eventually. By now they are actually holding me on their lap and I am this close to ascending. This is the fucking best.

"Mm... I'm not sure yet." They sip their coffee again. "Maybe go to the park? We could get breakfast on the way there."

"That sounds nice."

"Alright." We go back to drinking coffee and thinking our own thoughts. It's nice... I could almost imagine this happening more often. Or well, I wish. It would be even better if I could cuddle them throughout the night.

I mean, that part obviously won't happen. But hey, a guy can dream y'know?

We finish our coffees, meaning that I have to get off Party's lap. I do it, immediately missing their warmth. They stand up slowly and lean down ruffle my hair. "I'll go get ready."