Catholic School Brat

Our Lord And Savior Brian Molko

Gerard woke up to the unusual combination of screaming followed by a cute giggle (of course provided by Frank Iero). He lifted his head up from his pillow-which he later found was Frank's chest-and looked around.

He looked kind of like a confused gay ass turtle to Frank, because honestly, Gerard was really rocking that emo-three-day-old-eyeliner-smeared-face and unwashed-black-messy-hair look extremely well. And Frank was genuinely resisting the urge to tangle his hands into the greasy hair of the boy that lay on top of him, but he was also cautious and a little afraid. Because Gerard wasn't another Brendon Urie makeout session. Gerard wasn't another Pete Wentz I'll suck you if you suck me. Gerard was Gerard, and Frank wanted to squish his lil chubby cheeks, and also make out with him and suck him off, but he also /really/ wanted to squish the squish.

"What?" Gerard asked absent mindedly, croaking out a noise that Frank Iero swore to god was the noise a turtle would make if he knew what noise turtles made. Well, with Gerard talking, he guessed that he had a fair idea of it.

"You fell asleep during The Ring, so I put on The Shining while you were "sleeping"-and then I finished all of the red velvet Oreos," Frank replied, grinning at Gerard as he pushed some of the hair out of his eyes which were constantly growing more confused, growing more what the fuck happened while I was passed out.

"And your shirt?" Gerard asked as he tapped Frank's naked chest with his finger twice. "Well I sure as heck can't relax with clothes on-" and Gerards eyes turned as wide as saucers as he realized that oh fuck he might have a naked Frank Iero in his bed and dear god did he thank his lord and savior Brian Molko for this opportunity "-but I borrowed some of your pj pants. They were Star Wars themed-you can't expect me to just not put on Star Wars pjs." Frank finished as he continued to grin at Gerard's adorably confused wave of expressions and he wondered what would have happened if he had left, per say, all of his clothes off. But he pushed the thought out of his head, regretfully, because he was about to have a little-kind of large actually-problem against Gerard's leg, which was tucked in between his own, if he didn't stop.

What had surprised Frank was that when he returned to the blanket pillow cushions of wonderfulness with the newly acquired pjs, a supposedly sleeping Gerard had snuggled up to him and rested his head on his chest, and slid a leg in between Frank's. Gerard currently, however, had settled on a facial expression-a blushing one because that motherfucker remembered most of it now-and cuddled right the fuck back up to Frank. Because fuck, cuddling really was amazing in Star Wars pillows and blankets and shit, and cuddling was actually the best with Frank Iero. Because to Gerard, Frank was warm and smol had a nice amount of chub. He also breathed kinda slow-which was probably due to health reasons unfortunately-but it was extremely comforting.

Frank, on the other hand, was pretty sure he had just fallen in love with the way that Gerard had just smiled at him and snapped the waistband of the star wars pjs and stated, "I don't have a problem with the pjs, I just wish I could remember your cute ass in my clothes, because hot damn are you slayin," and Frank Iero wanted to eat his own intestines because Gerard talked like an eighth grade girl with the kik app, but Gerard was also really sleepy and adorable and meant well, or didn't, depending on your perspective. But Gerard also wanted to eat his own intestines because he didn't remember in full cuddling with Frank Fucking Iero because of course he choose to pop a few pills before Frank came over for confidence, and well, other reasons.

"Thanks Gerard, I really appreciate that," Frank retorted as he proceeded to snuggle further into the depths of the pile of comforters and pillows and fluff, "You're welcome Oreo, I appreciate your appreciation almost as much as I appreciate," Gerard winced as a girl screamed and was dragged across the floor, "that." Except the word 'that' didn't come out, what came out was a girlish turtle squeal as Gerard wrapped an arm around Frank's stomach and pressed his face to his chest.

"What a baby," Frank said as he smiled at Gerard and rested his hands on Gerard's back, "I'll be your baby," was the slick as fuck comment that Gerard replied with. And Frank could feel the motherfucker smile against his chest, proud of himself.

"Fuck you, turtle man," Frank replied and tugged on Gerard's hair slightly, in a fond and almost gentle way. And Gerard just blushed-which Frank could feel against his naked chest, "You asked for it, Oreo."

"Actually, fun fact of the day, I did not."

"Hey, who called who 'baby' here?" Gerard asked and lifted his head up to look at Frank and smile at his cute face-adorned with a few red velvet Oreo crumbs.

"Actually I called you a baby not baby," Frank retorted and booped Gerard's nose for extra emphasis, because if you want emphasis, booping Gerard Way's nose is the only way, my friend.

"Well, still, you can call me either," Gerard replied with a scoff like it was obvious.

"Okay then, baby," Frank said with a lazy smile as he dragged out the vowels of the last word, and Gerard blushed embarrassingly and laid his head back on Frank's chest.

Frank sighed happily as he watched people being brutally murdered on screen. He cuddled closer to Gerard as the movie progressed and just when he thought Gerard had fallen asleep again, a small, tired voice said "what time is it, Frankie?"

Frank tried to pretend like he wasn't phased by the nickname as he clicked on his phone and replied "It's about midnight."

"Oh shit," Gerard sat up suddenly and untangled himself from Frank. Looking absolutely devastated, he said, "I forgot to do my art homework again."

"Don't you always do it in the morning, though? Isn't that like, how me met? Plus, I don't even have any 'arrangements' with anyone tomorrow," Frank quickly replied, anxious to have Gerard cuddle up to his side again, which was now unlawfully cold tbh. But Frank soon feared that the cuddling would end for the rest of like forever because Gerard glared at Frank like he'd never been glared at before, and Frank knew he was in deep shit. Oh man.

"This is your fault, Frank. Because of you, I have "forgotten" to do my art homework for what, twoish fucking weeks? All so that I can see you. Because I'm such a fucking stan for your damn cute face and damn cute giggle and damn-and damn," Gerard started getting flustered as his face turned red and he stuttered violently and Frank immediately relaxed and replied with a giggle, "and damn Daniels?"

And just when Gerard thought he couldn't be more platonically angry at his friend he stood up, red faced, and stalked upstairs. Because damn daniel was funny for about two seconds until everyone was literally memed to death.

"Gerard! Wait!" Frank called up to Gerard as he laughed, used to Gerard's antics, specifically the one where if he couldn't handle something, he just left. Normally, he'd come back, but it all depended on how mad or upset he was. And damn, did damn daniel set him off.

"Geraaaaarrrd," Frank called again as he heard Gerard nearing the top of the stairs, when he had a brilliant idea, seriously, even better than his idea to romance Gerard with horror movies and candy, "babyyyyyy," he said with a smirk and he heard Gerard's footsteps stop, "babyyyyyyy," he tried again, louder this time; he heard slow footsteps recede back down the stairs.

When Gerard reached Frank's line of vision a deep, melodramatic frown was on his face as he stared at Frank. Frank giggled at him and lifted an arm up, inviting the art bean to lay with him.

"Baby come back to our cuddle horror movie/ fuck school in the morning thingy, please," And Gerard mumbled something like 'what an idiot dork' as he cuddled up to Frank, who happily curled his arm around Gerard and pulled the taller boy (can I get away with semi-platonically at this point?) against his chest.