Cold Feet [Frerard]

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It had been a long day, and all Gerard and Frank wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep.

So, that is exactly what they did.

Gerard, nearly asleep on his feet, yanked his shirt off and left it on the floor before slipping into bed, while Frank actually took his time to put his clothes into the laundry bin.

He flopped beside Gerard, who made a disgruntled noise of protest.

"Frankie, don't be so violent" Gerard grumbled, stuffing his face further into the pillow.

"Sorry, Gee." Frank chuckled, crawling under the covers next to his boyfriend. "Meh, roll over..." Frank whined, wanting to cuddle.

Gerard did so, lifting his chin so Frank could put his head there.

"Thank you." Frank smiled, cuddling into Gerard and tangling their feet together.

Gerard tensed up. "Jesus, Frank, why the hell are your feet so cold?"

Frank shrugged before closing his eyes.

"Why don't you just wear socks? Are feet even supposed to be that cold?"

"Shut up and go to sleep." Frank giggled.

Gerard shook his head and buried his nose in Frank's hair before falling asleep himself.

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