Kitten Play and Wolf Love (B2) (KPAWL)

Chapter thirty six

Gerard sits on the bed next to Frank as he wraps his stitches in plastic wrap. Once satisfied, the dom gets up and walks into the shower adjoined to Gerard's room.

Gerard hears the shower start to run as he sits on the bed, catching glimpses of Frank through the ajar door. He hears the shower door shut.

He gets up, slipping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him, stripping, and removing his collar. He walks into into the small shower after Frank, pulling the curtain closed behind him. Gerard lays his head in the crook of his neck, sighing.

Frank turns into the embrace, hugging Gerard around the waist.

"You have to tell me." The fertile says, allowing Frank to support his weight as they hug.

"I know."

They stay like that for awhile, feeling content with each others' presence.

Frank reaches behind him, grasping Gerard's bottle of shampoo and pouring some into his hand. He rubs it into Gerard's hair, scratching his scalp like he likes.

When the platinum is stuck to his head he grabs the bar of soap, sudsing up his hands and massaging Gerard's neck.

"On Friday I got a note from this kid when you were changing in the bathroom for gym. It said to meet the person who wrote it at the park because me and said person had things to sort out." Frank moves down to his chest, hearing the other hum as he tells the story.

"When I got there, Bert showed up." Gerard goes ridged, slowly relaxing more as Frank keep speaking. "He said he wanted to be with you. I told him that it would never work out. He pulled out a knife and you can figure out the rest." Frank goes down to his stomach, wrapping around to his back.

"Thank you for telling me." Gerard says, looking down to Frank as he kneels to wash his legs. The sixteen year old nods, standing again. He turns them and pushes Gerard under the stream, washing off with gentle hands.

Frank turns the water off, opening the door and wrapping Gerard and himself in fluffy towels. Frank clips his collar back on for him.

They walk back to the the bedroom, Frank dressing Gerard in his skeleton onesie before pulling on a pair of boxers. They crawl into bed, burying themselves in piles of blankets.

Gerard snuggles into the other's chest, sighing. He grabs one of his hands, pulling Frank's fingers into his mouth.

"I love you." Frank says, kissing the top of Gerard's head.

"Wuv you twof." Gerard answers around two fingers, half asleep.

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Frank sighs, pulling his dead arm from under Gerard's head and getting out of bed. The other rolls into a ball, sucking on the tip of Frank's pillow.

After Frank has brushed his teeth and taken a piss, he snuggles back into Gerard, enjoying their Sunday.

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Gerard wakes up buried into the bed, stuck under Frank.

"Motherfucker." He sighs, poking the other in the tummy until he blearily opens his eyes.

"Get off of me." Gerard groans.

"Well excuse me from protecting you from night meteors as I slept. Your welcome." Frank says sarcastically, cracking his neck and stretching.

"Good morning." Gerard sighs, leaning up to peck Frank on the cheek.

"Good morning. What are we doing today?" Frank says, yawning.

"Avoiding responsibilities, shifting, and playing video games. Maybe some Chipotle." Gerard pauses for a moment. "You're getting none of my ass for the next five years if you don't get me Chipotle." Frank chuckles, pecking the determined fertile again.

"Okay princes."

Frank pulls Gerard up, unzipping his onesie and helping him step into skinny jeans. After, he pulls a sweater over his head. Frank covers his hair with a gray beanie before starting to get dressed himself.

"Frank, it's sixty degrees out, I don't need a fucking hat." Frank pops out from the top of his shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. He points at Gerard. In his boxers.

"You're wearing that mother fucking beanie. I am not having you get a cold again." Gerard groans.

"That was one time."

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Frank carries their food, standing with Ray as Gerard and Mikey choose where to sit. They find a cozy booth in the corner. Frank and Ray sit down on the outside, handing their mates their food. Gerard shoves a bunch of burrito into his mouth, moaning.

"I fuckin wuv you fwank." He says, words muffled. Gerard washes everything down with milk.

"Was that even English?" Mikey asks, starting on his own burrito.

"Probably not." Ray says, wrapping an arm around Mikey and biting into his taco. Gerard puffs his cheeks out like a squirrel, chewing away.

Frank kisses him on the head, grabbing their empty cup and going to refill it at the fountain.

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