And if we can't find where we belong, We'll have to make it on our own (Oneshot)

Is it gay to kiss the homies

Gerard woke up with a massive headache, shifting in his bed he realised he was not alone in it. Turning to the body he gasped, it was Bert, his best friend. Looking down Gerard realised he was only wearing underwear, and looking at Bert and checking under the covers he realised that Bert too was only wearing his boxers.

In a state of panic Gerard shot up, causing the bed to jerk enough to wake Bert, who seemed also confused at the idea of where he was waking up.

"Gerard, what am I doing in your bed?" Bert asked.

"You think I know, I just remember going out to the bar last night after the casinos, everything after that is gone."

Looking down at his finger Gerard noticed something new, a ring. He looked back up to Bert who had also noticed an identical ring on his finger.

"You don't think..." Gerard trailed off, and Bert started to laugh his ass off.

"We got drunk off our asses and got married in fucking Vegas."

Gerard fell back onto the bed, this was bad, what was he going to tell his family, what would his brother think? Hell Mikey was the only family member he had told that he was gay, and though he knew Mikey would be accepting he couldn't say the same .

Bert was seemingly not as panicked as Gerard, he placed a hand on Gerard's shoulder, "So husband..."

Gerard glared at Bert, "Sorry, look Gerard, we got drunk, we got married, that's what we tell our family and if you want a divorce we can go to the court and get one."

Did Gerard want a divorce, surely he did, it's not like he was in love with Bert, she he was hot, but he never liked him like that. Bert was a lot less subtle than Gerard about asking questions, "Hell do you even want to get a divorce, being married to you seems pretty chill."

He looked up at Bert confused, "Think about it Gerard, if we're married no more getting hit on by women who can't understand we're both gay, we can just tell our parents we can't afford a divorce, and on top of all that we can get tax benefits."

Gerard thought it over for a second, on one hand he would no longer have to deal with his parents constantly questioning his lack of a girlfriend, and less taxes sounded pretty cool.

"Fine we can stay married, but how are we gonna approach telling our parents this?" Gerard asked.

"We just tell them what happened, what are they gonna do?"

"Call us slurs, disown us, yell at us-"

"Gerard stop, that's not the point, what I'm trying to say is we don't have to come out, and we can still be gay."

Sighing Gerard grabbed a pillow and pushed it into his face is a poor attempt to strangle himself. God why did he have to agree to go out and get drinks last night, and what possessed his drunk self to think it was a good idea to marry Bert McCracken of all people.

He felt the bed shift and hair fall onto his chest, "Come on Gerard, it could be fun."

"The last time you said that we almost caught a church on fire," Gerard deadpanned.

"It was fun though."

"No it wasn't, we almost committed arson," Gerard groaned.

Bert pulled the pillow off of Gerard climbing on top of him, "Think of it like this, we already cuddle in bed and live together, and we even kiss occasionally, we were practically married before, now we are just making it official."

Gerard looked down at Bert who was giving him a face, "Fine, but you get to tell my parents when we show up for dinner this sunday."

Bert smiled, "Sure, baby," he quickly got off Gerard and ran to the bathroom after that comment.

Reaching to the bedside table Gerard grabbed his phone and dialled Mikey.

He picked up at the first ring, "What do you want?"

"Not even an hello?"

"It's four in the morning, what the hell do you want?"

"Oh shit I forgot about time zones."

"Clearly"

"I got drunk last night."

"Is that what you called to tell me because if it is, I'm going to kill you."

"No, that's not what I called you for but it's significant to the story."

"Then get on with it."

"That's what, nevermind. Bert was also there and in typical Vegas fashion our drunk asses got married."

"What" Mikey seemed awake at that last statement, "I'm sorry you did what."

"I got drunk and married Bert."

"Of course you did. Is that it?"

"I got married and that's all you have to say?"

"Are you sure you and Bert weren't dating before, because that's what it looked like, and I didn't really want to tell you, but even our parent's thought you were dating."

Gerard was dumbfounded, "I'm sorry what?"

"I mean, you both live together, I've watched you both sober make out, and you act like a couple."

"But we're not."

"Well now you are, Mom and Dad are gonna be disappointed that they didn't getnvited."

"Mikey, I don't even remember my own wedding, who cares about mom and dad."

Mikey let out a dry laugh, "Goodnight, never call this early again, or I will find you, and I will kill you."

Mikey hung up, Gerard placed the phone down as Bert got out of the bathroom clearly having just had a shower. His wet hair stuck to neck and the towel around his waist proved it.

He layed back on top of Gerard causing him to yelp, "Ahh, you're getting me wet."

Bert smirked at that comment and Gerard slapped him gently on the shoulder, "Got your mind out of the gutter you know what I meant."

"Sure, I heard you talking, who was it with?"

"Mikey."

"And what did he have to say about our unexpected marriage."

"That it was apparently expected, even from my parents, who thought we were dating."

Bert laughed, and pulled himself further up Gerard kissing him on the forehead, "Now why would they think we're dating."

It was Gerard's turn to laugh, "I have no clue," he said before kissing Bert on the forehead.

Suddenly married life to Bert didn't seem too bad, it was a bearable thought that maybe he now found himself looking forward to as he lay on top of Gerard. 

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A/N

Title from the only hope for me is you

I'm so tired rn, so if there are mistakes i'm sorry I can barely read when I'm not half asleep