He Likes Me

8

PETERICK!!

Frank's eyes fluttered open to see a black haired angel hovering over him, smiling a bright, wide smile that lit up all his features. Frank would have taken a moment to admire his lover's perfect brown eyes and smooth complexion and cute little upturned nose if he wasn't so goddamned tired.

He groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers over his head as he heard Gerard's soft, tinkling laugh from above him. The bed shook a little as he felt the older man get off it, and then his heavy footfalls could be heard traveling around the room and stopping when he was directly in front of Frank's face. The boy squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to slip back into the dreamless sleep which his boyfriend seemed determined to steal from him.

"Frankie..." Gerard whispered, tickling the boy's nose to wake him up. Even though Frank looked adorable when he was sleeping peacefully, it was almost midday and Gerard had to go out at two. He couldn't help but kiss Frank's lips softly, and smiled accomplishedly when the teenager started to kiss back. Frank shuffled backwards until he could lean against the headrest at the head of the bed, propping himself up with his elbows.

As soon as the boy's eyes were open and he wasn't in any danger of falling asleep again, Gerard stood up and held out a hand for Frank to pull himself up with - which he did, grudgingly.

"Mikey already left. He wanted to beat the traffic and get to my parent's house before it got dark; he told me to tell you he's sorry he couldn't say goodbye."

Frank blinked a few times in confusion, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and yawning widely. "Wha - why didn't you - you should have woken me up. I could - could have made you both breakfast." His sentence was broken up with yawns and little sniffles and Gerard would have hugged him if he weren't busy making the bed. Thanks to Frankie's hiding-under-the-covers idea, the sheets were messy and wrinkled and were greatly in need of being straightening out. Gerard didn't understand why everybody he knew seemed content to live in pigsties! Was it really so hard to make the bed in the morning and clean dishes after they're used, and wipe the kitchen counters with disinfectant spray after cooking on them and turning off electrical appliances when you leave the room? He supposed he was partly to blame; he had created Frank the way he was so he could hardly complain.

"You were too cute to wake up. Besides, you're my boyfriend, not my slave - you don't have to do stuff for me." Gerard replied, shrugging and not missing the grin that spread across Frank's face when Gerard said the word 'boyfriend'.

"But I owe you. Owe you my life Gee. I owe you everything." Frank said seriously, his eyes never leaving his lover as the man hurried around their bedroom - theirs! - unnecessarily tidying things. Frank knew Gerard had severe OCD; he didn't know why or when it had begun but he loved Gerard - loved him with everything in his heart - and in his opinion, the man's flaws just made him all the more desirable. People seemed to think famous people had no flaws, no faults, but knowing Gerard was a human with human characteristics and human problems just made Frank love him more - more than he thought was possible.

Gerard stood up straight so fast he made himself dizzy, and he looked at Frank with wide eyes. The boy glanced at him, his lips parted slightly in confusion of the sudden action. He was reminded of the morning Gerard had woken up and freaked out on him, threatening to throw him out of the house and claiming he had no idea who Frank was. They had been together roughly a month before that and the only other time he had been as frightened as he had then was his first night on the streets.

When Gerard charged over to him, taking big, long strides with a fire in his eyes that made Frank's heart pound erratically in his chest, Frank honestly thought the man was going to hit him like his father had when he came out and he couldn't help but cower in fear. Gerard surprised Frank by stopping right in front of him, and when he raised a hand it was to cup his cheek and comfortingly stroke his hair rather than to strike him. Frank whimpered in the back of his throat and nuzzled the palm of his boyfriend's hand, still unsure what he had done to upset Gerard.