The Majesty of Choice

Someday

Gerard is woken only about an hour after he'd fallen asleep but an hour was long enough for him to feel groggy, weighted with either too much sleep or not enough. He can't tell which, but either way, it makes his eyes feel soar and unwilling to open to face the sun.

The sun is only just rising, dawn coming slowly but surely, and Gerard's eyes don't like the light, even though there's only a crevice of it where Alex had stuck his head in to wake them.

Frank is very surprised when he wakes up because he finds a Gerard in his arms, one that was not there when he'd fallen asleep. He's not exactly protesting, he just hadn't expected to find anyone there. He would say that Gerard's the last person he'd expect to find in his arms upon waking up, but that's not true. He'd be way more surprised if Pete were there.

"Hi there," Frank says. Gerard, still not entirely there, is confused by the tone for a moment until he gets a sudden wave of chills remembering that he's all curled up in Frank's arms and then he instantly tries to put as much distance between the two of them as he possibly fucking can. He's throwing blankets everywhere, kicking his feet, flailing his arms, and then he's grabbing blankets again because he's got a sort of morning problem, and Frank can't know about it, because he's going to assume he had something to do with it, and Gerard cannot have that.

"Are you okay there?" Frank says, feeling dazed as Gerard thrashes around and then confused because literally a second ago Gerard was right there and now he's sitting as far away as he can, looking like a scared chipmunk.

"Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?" Gerard says, overly defensive, and seriously wigged out.

"You just kicked me? And punched me? And scratched me a little bit?" Frank says, because it's true, in his attempt to get away from Frank, Gerard managed to hit him with almost every single one of his appendages.

"Sorry," Gerard says.

"So are you okay?" Frank asks again.

"Yeah," Gerard says.

"Am I going to get an explanation about what all that was about?" Frank asks.

"Which part?" Gerard asks.

"Well when I went to sleep I was definitely not holding you," Frank says.

"Oh. Well, I, uh, I sort of had a bad dream, and I... you were there so I, I just, well you know, and-"

"Okay," Frank nods.

"You're not angry or anything?"

"It's fine, Gerard," Frank says, smiling a little bit, "it's kinda sweet."

Gerard feels a little tingly inside and he can't help it. Frank makes him feel little butterfly sensations in his stomach that he's never felt before, and it's nice, if not a little guilty feeling.

"So you're not still completely freaked out about last night?" Frank asks, because Gerard had been totally petrified last night, and wouldn't even really talk to Frank after they'd kissed. It took a little time for it to sink in that it happened, but he's made a little peace with the fact that it happened after having slept on it.

"No, I'm still pretty terrified," Gerard says, honestly.

"Would you totally object if I tried to kiss you again?" Frank asks.

"No," Gerard says, before thinking about it. The word just slips out, and then he considers it and decides that he'd meant to say it anyway.

"Okay," Frank nods, grinning. Gerard watches Frank intently as he gets nearer, mesmerized with his mouth, but his eyes close instinctually the second that Frank's lips meet his. Gerard's never imagined kissing anyone before, honestly. He never really considered it. He'd figured that it would happen someday but he didn't really dwell on it too much, figuring that he'd just understand the hype when it happened.