POISON

oh! you pretty things

A place had been made in the wardrobe for the clothes that Gerard borrowed whenever he stayed over at Frank's, since he hardly ever wore his own clothes, preferring to walk around and sleep in one of his boyfriend's oversized t-shirts. Of course, he'd kept a few pairs of his own jeans and shirts here but had steadily come to wear Frank's clothes exclusively over the past month – Frank didn't mind, he found it rather endearing.

They always slept together in Frank's bedroom; two of the walls were painted black, band posters covered almost every inch of the room, including the ceiling, accompanied by old photos in black frames. There was a wardrobe in the corner, a cluttered shelf next to it, showcasing DVDs, CDs, and books. Two guitars had been propped up against the wall by the bed. On the desk, there were many, many notebooks with lyrics, scribbled drawings and guitar tabs in them.

That morning, the sun came streaming into through cracks in the curtains, and the radio on the bedside table had switched on, set on a timer to quietly play classical music.

"Rise and shine!" Frank said cheerfully, earning a low groan in response from under the covers, where Gerard was still curled up on the double bed.

"Rise and shine?" He sounded somewhat confused, lazily throwing the duvet to the side to drag himself up into a sitting position, still hunched forwards, incredibly drowsy. Forcing his eyes open, he squinted in the light to see Frank stood by the door. "What time is it?"

"Nearly eleven."

"Eleven!?" He cried dramatically, picking up one of the pillows to hurl it at Frank, who had to refrain from laughing. Because he was so tired, it barely counted as a throw, and the pillow landed on the floor, nowhere near its intended target. Gerard collapsed back onto the mattress with a huff. "You woke me up before one, motherfucker. I have a rule. Never wake me up before one o'clock. Are you crazy?"

"Maybe." The mischievous tone to his voice was tangible.

The mattress dipped, yet Gerard refused to open his eyes again, determined on falling back asleep, though he grew curious upon realising Frank had placed his knees either side of his waist, his hands either side of his head, leaning over him.

"What if I woke you up like this?" He started placing kisses to Gerard's neck, so soft that it sent tingles down his spine, successfully getting his sleepy frown to break into a smile. Gradually, Frank continued along his jaw to the corner of his mouth, which was where the kisses ended, receiving a small whine of protest in return.

"I didn't say you could stop."

Putting distance between them, Frank sat back on Gerard's thighs. "You'll have to come up here if you wanna kiss me."

Reluctantly, Gerard opened his eyes, glaring up at him. He raised his arm to grab Frank's shirt to pull him down, but he wasn't wearing one and his shoulders were too far away to reach.

Taking Gerard's hands in his, Frank placed kisses to his knuckles on both. "It's not far," he teased, and Gerard wondered when the hell he'd gotten so damn cheeky; he rather enjoyed it. The smug little smirk he had on his lips was very fucking attractive.

"Can't you keep kissin' me, 'nd I'll jus' lie here?"

"Making me do all the work?" Frank replied sarcastically.

Eyebrows raised, Gerard sent him a certain look that told him if his hands were free, he would have gotten another pillow thrown at him. "Get down here," he pouted.

Frank interpreted that in his own way, shuffling further back on Gerard's thighs as he let go of his hands to lift his shirt a little, leaning down to place a kiss to his hip, then one nearer his middle, just above the band of his underwear. "Give me directions, where do you want me to go? Right a bit?"