midnight madness |frerard; boyxboy|

Ace and Baked

Before the Read:
I don't know how often I'll update this, but I love one shots and I hope yall do too!

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Flick, flick, flick- pause- flick, flick, flick. 

"Gerard," Frank said, rolling his eyes as he looked over at the relentless smoker in his front seat. "Quit, the fucking lighter doesn't work. Let it die."

Gerard raised his head, lighter and cigarette still in his hand, and curled his lip up at Frank, brow arched in annoyance.  "No, I need this cigarette. Are you aware of how bad of a driver you are?" 

"Are you aware of how moody you are when you can't smoke? And aren't you the one who asked to drive around tonight?" Frank countered, turning the curve particularly fast, earning a worried grunt out of the older man.

Not that Gerard knew, but Frank had perfectly good matches in the console, but he wanted to see how irritated Gerard could get before he let him have them. It was only right. 

Gerard didn't argue that. He was in fact the one who requested to ride around, however Frank didn't mind this at all. Frank had two weeks of college coursework he had been avoiding, so it seems tonight worked out for both of them. Gerard was bored and lonely and Frank was procrastinating until he no longer possibly could. 

"So, I know you only agreed to tonight because you refuse to do work for classes you paid for, but I don't want to be the reason you flunk, so..." Gerard said, finally giving up on the cigarette and sliding it back into the pack.

Frank glanced over, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Okay?"

"Okay, so, I could help you. God, you're dense sometimes," he teased. "Seriously though, I could help. I mean, we have nothing better to do."

Frank physically could not help but roll his eyes, heaving out a dramatic sigh. The car came to a stop as they reached a red light and Frank laid his head against the steering wheel. "I just don't want to do it. I can't do this paper, I've tried." Well, the last part definitely wasn't the truth; he hadn't tried, he just wasn't ready. 

"You have not. Now, turn around and let's get the paper done tonight. We can smoke beforehand to get the gears turning," He continued, seeming serious. "Can you work after you smoke?"

Frank nodded in affirmation and Gerard shrugged, slapping his hands down on his knees as he brought them back down. "Then why are we not back on campus yet?"

Frank just obliged and made a U-turn, letting out a defeated sigh. Even though he was dreading the next few hours ahead of them, he couldn't fight the genuine gratitude. He dug around in the console and found the book of matches as Gerard played on his phone.

"Here," he smiled, holding the matches in front of Gerard's face, who seemed to suddenly lose interest in whatever he was looking at on the screen. "I've had these the whole time by the way." 

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"Let's stop here." 

"No, Frank, we just pulled up the Word document." Gerard sighed as he looked at Frank, who was currently rolling three joints. One for each of them, then one to share after the paper was done.

Gerard made sure Frank knew that the third joint was not to be touched until he actually completed the paper. What Frank didn't know was that Gerard had more, he just wasn't going to tell him that. He was going to tell him before the match incident in the car.