They Don't Believe In Us (frerard)

18- "Tell Me A Story Every Night Before Bed..."

Frank's POV

This weekend was just going to be a lazy, bonding weekend with my boyfriend.

Hm, bonding.

I hadn't gotten out of my head what Gerard had said about being ready. I was scared, really. He's underage. And I thought that we wouldn't have a problem with waiting because he had always been nervous about this kind of stuff. I guess he was maturing.

It may or may not happen this weekend. Like I had said to Gerard, it was going to a heat of the moment kind of thing. Okay, so yeah it might actually happen this weekend.

We weren't exactly not going to make out this weekend.

The end of the day arrived and I was headed out to my car, I had spotted Gerard in the distance turning the corner from the school in the direction of where we decided to meet. I put my stuff I needed to grade, etc. in my trunk before getting into my little black car, that rattled a little whenever you started it, and going a little longer route to get there. To give Gerard time to get there.

About 10 minutes or so later I arrived at our destination, just when Gerard did as well. I smiled as he shook his head in amusement before climbing into the passenger seat and throwing his stuff in the backseat.

"Do you wanna get Starbucks?" Gerard freezes at my question. I've got him!

"Oh my God, please." I'm gonna tease him. Fuck yes. I'm so happy this idea popped in my head.

"Hmm, actually, nah, I changed my mind. I got this creamer that I've never tried before and I really want to use it, we'll just have some at home." Gerard's eyes go scarily dark for a brief second, and honestly, I got worried for my life for a moment there.

"Don't you fuck with me, you noob." Gerard's voice was so much more serious than I was expecting.

"Oh my God you really do want Starbucks, I was kidding. I was messing with you. I was gonna go to Starbucks all along. Please don't scare me like that I was literally about to piss my pants you were scaring me that much." I reached my hand over and squeeze Gerard's upper thigh and left it resting there on the drive to the overpriced, but way too delicious coffee hotspot for mainstream white girls.

"I don't fuck around about my coffee." his voice was quiet, but forward and unwavering as his hands played with mine on his leg.

"I know, sweetie. Which is why I should know by now to not joke around about it. It's serious business, coffee is. A lifesource." I felt his hand tighten around mine when I said the nickname. I smiled to myself at that. The little things he did like that in reaction to things I said or did managed to melt my insides more and more.

"It is a motherfucking lifesource, man, don't ever mess around about it again."

"I'm not gonna!"

"You better not."

"Oh God, I love you."

"I know."

"Don't turn this into Star Wars. This isn't Han Solo and Princess Leia. And if anything, you'd definitely be Princess Leia." Gerard's eyes widen and his jaw drops with a smile with a stare.

"Why am I Princess Leia!?"

"Oh come on, you totally act gayer than me. Gayer equals more feminine, feminine scientifically equals a girl, girl equals Princess Leia. There."

"But-"

"Nope, butts are for sex." Gee's cheeks go pink.

"Fine. You win. That just means I get to kiss Harrison Ford, then."