Frerard One-Shots

Sleep

Frank likes sleeping, especially with Gerard. Every single time they'd go to sleep, Gerard would hang onto Frank like a Koala and it was the cutest thing. Sometimes, Frank would spoon Gerard and he'd watch them sleep. Sometimes, they'd be wearing one of Frank's shirts to bed , like they are now, and Frank would smile. Gerard always stole his clothes. But, back to now. He was spooning Gerard, watching them sleep and wanting to run his hands all over the pale skin that was visible to Frank.

It was 2:30 a.m. Frank knew he wouldn't get much sleep anyways. He was debating on whether or not to touch Gerard, not wanting to wake them from their precious slumber. But, he did anyways. Frank was gentle with his touch on Gerard, running his hands or his fingers over Gee's throat, arms, face, just whatever he could touch. "So, you do this every night Frank?" Frank was startled, and he swears he didn't shriek. If you ask him he'll say no. But Gerard will say different. "No." Gerard raises an eyebrow at him. "Okay yes. Yes, I do this every night. I like watching you sleep, it's calming." "You sound like Edward Cullen." Frank made a very weird face but it made Gerard laugh and Frank swears on his tombstone that Gerard Way's laugh is the cutest thing in the world to him, besides Gerard themself. "If I'm Edward, then you're Bella." "But she's an idiot, Frank." "Well, what's the difference?" Gerard turned back over, and Frank knew they were mad.

"Gerard, are you mad at me?" Gerard was giving him the silent treatment, of course they were. Frank just called them an idiot. "Gerard, please. You know I was joking with you." Still, Gerard started pouting. Not that Frank could see them anyways, they were face down in the pillows. "Gerard, if you don't look at me within the next three seconds, I'm ticking you so hard you won't be able to breathe." Gerard still did not look at Frank because they 'thought' Frank wouldn't do it. They were wrong...so wrong. Frank ran his fingers up and down Gerard's sides and in-between their neck creases. Those were their most ticklish spots. Gerard hates Frank right now. They truly do. "F-frank, stop. S-top, I ca-can't breathe." But Frank didn't listen and Gerard kept laughing and gasping for air. "Are you going to look at me?" "Yes! Yes, j-just p-lease stop!" They gasped out and couldn't stop giggling when Frank was done. "Stop it, I'm mad at you." They smacked Frank's tattooed hands away from their waist.

"Gee baby, you know I'm kidding. You aren't an idiot. Well, I mean we both are, but you a lot less-" Gerard hit him on the arm and scowled at him. "Let me finish Gerard. But you only are because you're playful, and cute, and so fucking adorable. The only reason I call you that is because that's my way of telling you I love you. I love it when you're yourself and that's what being an idiot is, especially if their name is Gerard Way and their laugh is just the cutest fucking thing I've ever heard in my entire existence. But besides the point, there is no other idiot that I would want in my life besides Gerard Way. I love you, Gerard Arthur Way." Frank held them close and spoke in their ear softly. "I love you Frank Iero." Frank heard them, and smiled. He cuddled them closer and they both drifted off to sleep.