"What are you talking about, Frank?" If there was one thing Gerard had learned in the past few months with Frank, it was how to feign ignorance for the sake of Frank's mentality. If Frank got worried, he would start to get agitated and jumpy and nervous. Of course, Gerard hated to see Frank so high-strung and on-edge, so he had somehow learned how to lie to Frank. He wasn't proud how often he actually did it, but he did it so that Frank would burst a vein in his neck out of strain. Or something. Gerard himself wasn't entirely sure.
'Did you kill James Dewees???' The words on the notebook paper are underlined a few times. Frank is worrying again. Gerard won't have that, so he keeps lying.
"Frank, why would I kill James Dewees? He's not worth my time." In all actuality, he had James Dewees under surveillance at this very moment. They would catch him when Gerard and Frank got back from their little vacation of sorts. Then Gerard would torture and possibly kill him. Actually, there was no 'possibly' about it.
Gerard Way was going to kill James Dewees for hurting his Frank. His Frank. No one else's.
'You told me you were going to for hurting me!!!' Gerard only laughed quietly and smoothed his hand over Frank's hair softly. Frank needed to calm down. Gerard was all better, but if he got too worried about Frank(or anything, for that matter), he'd need to take a minute or two out and wait for the pain in his heart to stop. Frank was the cause of all his pain, but also the source of all of his happiness. It was like Frank was yin and yang. Good and bad at the same time. Gerard pressed a kiss to Frank's crease forehead.
"Frank," He said, "You told me forever ago not to hurt him. So I won't. I promise I won't." Frank nodded and let Gerard pull him into his lap.
Gerard's office was boring, devoid of anything personal like a picture or even a little trinket on the desk. Just a bunch of blueprints and paperwork to be signed. Frank didn't like it when Gerard had to work in his office. It was too quiet. The only sound other than the scratch of pen on paper and their breathing was the occasional squeak of the chair and the AC when it came on in the summer. It was Autumn now, so the heat was on. The heat was much quieter, though, and it bothered Frank that they couldn't have anything else in here.
'Hell,' he thought, 'Even a fuckin' plant would be completely welcome.' Gerard treated Frank almost like a small child when they were in his office. Kept Frank either in his lap(he would sign and read papers around Frank) or seat Frank on the floor with some markers and coloring pages. Surprisingly they kept Frank busy and docile enough for Gerard to finish whatever he needed to do to get on with the day.
"Frank?" Frank picked his head up off of Gerard's shoulder and moved to get out of Gerard's lap. That was usually how it would go after Gerard's legs would get a little numb. He would ask Frank to sit on the floor for a bit.
But this was different. Gerard kept his arms around Frank tight. It was... well, it wasn't unwelcome, but it was strange. Gerard never treated Frank as anything more than a disabled person in his office. Now, though, Gerard wasn't letting go of him.
"What do you want for Christmas?" Frank's mouth twitched up at the corners. He breathed a few words into Gerard's ear, earning a large grin from the older of the two before Gerard had Frank seated on his desk and he was between Frank's legs, kissing him eagerly. This wasn't exactly what Frank had had in mind when he had whispered the words to Gerard, but a month and a half early Christmas present wasn't unwelcome, not at all.
Of course, Bob Bryar had to walk in. Gerard nor Frank could blame him for being surprised. Gerard's office was supposedly the place where Gerard kept his head level and cool... not the place where he tried to get into Frank's pants. He stuttered out a few apologies and Gerard laughed into Frank's neck.
'What do you want for Christmas, Gerard?' Gerard tossed the notebook aside and leaned forward. He repeated what Frank had told him earlier, earning silent laughter and a large hug from Frank. 'Unoriginal ho-bag.' Gerard read the small slip of paper before bursting into a fit of giggles.
"C'mon, it was the best I could do!" He tried to defend himself. Frank wouldn't have it, though.
'No, you gotta put it into your own words.' Frank wrote stubbornly. Gerard only had to think for a moment before knowing what he wasn't for Christmas from Frank.
"All I want for Christmas... is you."
