You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

XXXII

*FRANK'S P.O.V*

It was a few hours later and I watched from Gerard's lap as Mikey fussed over every little thing.

"Mikey, it's just you, Gerard, Ray and I." I try to reason, holding on to Gerard's hand from where is was slinged over my shoulder. Gerard was sitting down on the couch, leaning against the arm rest and his legs on the couch. I sat on his lap, leaning against his chest, my head in his neck. Our legs were intertwined and the denim material of both our jeans rubbed together. "It'll be fine."

Mikey blushes as he puts the bowl of chips, pushing his glasses back up. "I know that." He says a bit uncertainly. "I just want everything to be okay."

"It will." I promise as Gerard just flips through his sidekick. Gerard seems to be too preoccupied with whatever the hell was on his phone to deal with Mikey's teenaged problems. Gerard reposition his chin on to my head and lifted his cellphone above my head so he can see better, elbows resting on my shoulders.

"Who is so interesting?" I say softly as Gerard groans loudly.

"Melina asked me if I wanna phone sex with her."

I snicker to myself. "Doesn't she know that you are unavailable?" I complain with a goddamn smile on my face. Was I truly losing it? Had Gerard fuckin' Way completely screwed me up? "Say yes, I wanna see what she writes."

Gerard looks at me like

da fuck, Frank? and I just look at him like

I blame you, babe. Gerard giggles and pulls me into a head lock, keeping me close.

"Do you mind doing your sadistic kinky shit in your room, Gerard." Mikey says, putting a hand on his hip. He pushes up his glasses and curls his other hand's fingers over the remaining hip. "I am trying to have a civilized movie night."

Gerard rolls his eyes and frees me from his head lock. Mikey smiles in satisfactory and begins to skip around, fixing the place up. A few minutes later, the doorbell rings.

"RAYYYYY!" Mikey exclaims, popping a gummy bear into his mouth as he rushes over to the door in hyper speed. My eyes widen.

"Gerard!" I whisper-hiss. Gerard looks up from his phone. I point at the mountain of candy on the living room coffee table and Gerard mimics my face. He jumps off the couch and runs over to it, followed by me.

"What the hell do we do with all of it?" He exclaims in a soft voice as was hear Mikey's already high-on-candy voice ring through the house. Who knows what will happen if he gets all of this.

"Hide it where he would not want to eat it. Or where he won't find it." I hiss back. Gerard looks around and sees Mikey walking down the hall. He reacts fast with no real logic on what he was doing. He pulls the waist band of his jeans forward, as well as his boxers, and pours the huge bowl of candy into his underwear. I stare dumbstruck as he beckons me forward, racing down the stairs to his room. I follow just as Mikey makes it to the room.

"We just decided to do kinky shit downstairs, like you suggested!" I quickly explain. Mikey's confused look turns to one of true disgust and Ray just looks uncomfortable. I wave slightly and jog down the stairs.

In Gerard's room, his pants and boxers are on the floor with candy covering the inside and he was wiping sugar of parts that should never be covered in sugar. I lean against door frame (he didn't even shut the door...?).

"Y'know," Gerard's head snaps up. "I could say slash do something really sexy right now, but I don't want Mikey to be right."

Gerard smirks and walks towards me. "Wanna do something about this?" He says suggestively, grabbing my hand and running it down his clothed chest. I smirk back.

"Sure, but close your eyes." He hums and follows orders. He releases my hand and I walk over to his bedside table. I grab a half filled water bottle and uncap it. I splash his dick with the water and he squeals, jumping back.

"That is fucking

cold!" He exclaims, covering his cold member with his hands. I giggle and kiss the side of his mouth. He gives me a grump look and grabs a pair of boxers out of his drawer. I sit on his bed as I watch him pull them up and grab a bag, putting his underwear full with candy in it. He ties it in a ball and shoves it at the back of his drawer. I cock an eyebrow and he shrugs. "You never know if Mikey will find it or not." He grabs his pants from the floors and shakes them off, pulling them on again.

"Do you think Mikey is going to notice that the candy is gone?" I ask the 17 year old, who has a very serious look on his face.

"Defiantly." He states, sitting on the bed. I hum as he lays his head on my lap. I twirl my fingers through his hair with a content sigh.

I analyzed what just happened. My boyfriend and I just shoved candy down his pants to hide it from his little brother who is totally loco, and to cover it up I told him we were doing 'kinky shit'. What kind of situation was this? Where was this normal? Was it normal where Gerard came from? Was it normal in his family? In his brain?

If I were to ask anyone about this, they would straight up tell me this wasn't normal. Was this my new normal? Has Gerard opened up so many new, crazy doors for me to examine and become accustomed to? Was this usual or were we just unusual?

Were we, dare I say, different?

Was it something to fear?

Was this all just craziness that I interpreted to be normal?

All these questions were giving me a headache and maybe they didn't need an answer. I decided to let it go and focus on here and now. Carpe diem?

I feel Gerard turn over in my lap, just a few spaces away from my crotch. He places a small, heart-felt kiss on it and I am confused whether or not it was innocent. I bit my lip.

"You gave me a hand job, like, 2 hours ago." I comment, petting Gerard's head again.

"I wasn't acting on my horniness." Gerard says with a sigh.

For once, I neglect to add. "I was just showing...what's that word you used?" He asks with cute, furrowed squirrel eyebrows. I smile softly.

"Intimate." I supply and he snaps and points at me.

"Yes! That's it. That word." He rolls over a bit, so he was facing the ceiling but still looking at me. I sigh.

"Gerard, you don't have to restrain yourself to be intimate." I explain. "But the actions have to have meaning."

Gerard stops to think about it. "How do you know so much?"

"I know what I want." I say with a shrug. I look down, but away from Gerard. "Plus, I did some research."

Gerard laughs a bit and rolls back near my crotch, hugging around my waist and kissing down. "How is Frank Iero my reality?" He asks with a cooed whisper.

"

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." I quote. "Dr. Suess."

Gerard just smiles. "I guess I should get used to insomnia."