You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

XXIX

*GERARD'S P.O.V*

"Who ever fucking wrote this," I said, tossing the note back to Mikey. Mikey makes a spazzy move to catch it, sighing in relief when he has it in his hands. "Is a genius. I mean a dead genius, but a genius."

Mikey just smiles down at the note and shifts further into the sofa in our living room. "I dunno who it is." Mikey shrugs.

I smirk. "Who ever it is, they wanna be your," I point at my brother. "Bitch."

"Ew, shut up!" Mikey squeals with a blush. He throws a pillow at me and I giggle. "Whatever, you're Frank's bitch."

"No I'm not!" I exclaim. "He's my bitch if anything. I am no one's bitch." Mikey cocks an eyebrow.

"Gerard! Can you come here?" Frank calls from the kitchen.

"You can come here, babe! Gerard Way has no master!" I call back, giving Mikey a smirk. My little brother gives me a look at screams 'dude, the fuck?'

"

Gerard ."

Mikey laughs at how fast I get off the couch.

When I get into the kitchen, I see my grandma and Frank drinking coffee and looking in an old photo book.

"Why didn't you show me these?" Frank looks up at me with a twinkle in his eye. "They're so cute!"

I shoot my eyebrow up at him as I steal some of his coffee. He wrinkles his nose at me drinking from his cup.

"Seriously, after all things we have done, you ew me drinking from your cup-"

"Oh, Frank!" Elena speaks up, pointing a nimble finger at the page. "Look at Gerard in his little cowboy boots and his diaper!"

I roll my eyes as Frank squeals. "Oh my gosh, Gerard!" Frank points his finger at the picture next to it. I look over to see him and my grandma ogling at my eighth grade graduation picture. "Why aren't you smiling?"

I grab the photo album and close it, holding it close to my chest. "Because I was thinking to myself 'oh God, I hope my grandmother doesn't show this to my future boyfriend because I am fat and have a fail of a mullet'."

Nonna tsks. "You weren't fat." Comments, smacking my arm as Frank gets up to hug me. I place his cup down and hug him back, giving him a kiss on his forehead. He whines and I look down at him, eyebrow cocked. His eyes were sparkling with something the screamed 'bad intentions'. I smirk at him.

"We're gonna take a shower, Nonna." I say petting Frank's head, who was smiling in satisfactory.

My grandmother raises her eyebrows. "Shower?"

"Yeah, it's just something we do." I explain as Frank cuddles further into me. My grandma smiles softly.

"That's really cute. You both are very cute together." She replies, bringing her coffee cup to her lips.

I smile widely. "I know."

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In the shower, Frank pushes me up against the wall. He slams his lips against mine and tangles his fingers in my hair. I pull back a little bit.

"What-?" Frank crashes our lips back against each other's once again.

"Don't question it." Frank says against my lips, pulling a lock of hair causing me to moan. "I just really wanted to make out. Really badly."

I put my hands in his hips and squeeze. "I can see that." Frank moans to that.

Then Frank goes right back to Kissing which means I follow along. I move my hands up and down his back as he untwists his fingers from my hair and wraps them around my neck, sorta hanging off of me. He hums pleasantly when I lick his bottom lip, opening up so I could taste.

The kiss becomes rougher and I take the opportunity to reach down and cup his package, only to have my hand slapped away. My eyes widen as I look down at him.

We pull apart and pulls me back. "Kissing is good." He says as he slams his lips on to mine.

I was honestly confused and I thought I knew most stuff about this. I knew that when I was 16, all I wanted people to do was touch my dick, we could skip the kissing part if I was really hard. Hell, I still am horny all the time. But Frank, he confused me. Just kissing? I didn't have a problem with Frank's kisses but I was perplexed.

I guess the 16 year old noticed my confused look because he pulled away.

"I like being close to you." Frank said, then said something that I was surprised to hear. "Intimate."

"Last time I checked intimate meant sex."

Frank rolls his eyes and licks his swollen lips. "Intimate as in close. Passionate. I wanna be intimate with you, but I am not ready for sex."

I nod, slowly understanding what he was saying. Slowly but surely, a smile spreads on my face. I pull Frank into a tight hug. He lets out a struggled exhale.

"Gee, can't breathe-"

"Sorry," I say loosing the hug, a smile still on my face. Frank looks up at me and smiles back with an eyebrow cocked.

"What up with the deadly hug?"

"Nobody has ever said that to be before." I inform him, running my fingers through his hair.

"Well, that's because no one has felt the way I feel about you Gee." Frank mumbles against my chest. "I can promise you that."