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ten.

gerard frowns, hearing the person on the other end of the line hang up.

how could they do this to him? he'd literally been planning this for over a month now, and now he can't even take his fucking husband out for a surprise fucking dinner.

fuck.

gerard was pissed.

he slams his phone down onto the table and stomps back upstairs, pulling his tie over his head, and kicking off his fancy dress shoes, changing into sweats and a white t-shirt.

he was really pissed.

he hears his ringtone downstairs, and runs to pick it up - maybe they miscounted and didn't give away his fucking table?

"h-hiya, babe," frank mumbles at the other end of the line. gerard smiles, his worries instantly dissapearing, especially at the lack of the stutter. frank must've been practicing.

"hey, love. what's up?"

"are-arent you c-coming to ge-get me?" frank asks, and gerard groans. with all the dinner shit, he forgot he was going to be picking frank up to be going to the dinner.

"fuck, shit, i'm sorry babe, i'll be there in ten," he says, and he hears a giggle on the other end of the line.

"o-okay, g-gee. i love you," frank says, and gerard's heart swells.

"i love you, too, frankie. see you in a minute," he says, and frank hangs up.

gerard runs out to the car, only just bothering to put shoes on, and speeds to the recording studio where frank had been recording some new stuff.

frank waits outside patiently, tapping his foot and humming a song he'd been writing earlier. gerard pulls up next to the curb, and frank grins at the frazzled looking man.

"hiya," franks grins at him, and gerard smiles back.

"hey, love. listen, i tried so hard to make tonight special, but-"

"g-gee. i s-said n-no sp-special events," frank rolls his eyes, and gerard places a hand on his thigh, rubbing gently.

"i know, but like, i dunno. you've just been doing so well lately and i really just wanted to take you out to dinner-"

"in that?" frank giggles, looking at gerard's ratty, (yet still attractive,) outfit.

"if you'll let me finish," gerard grins, "the cunts gave my fucking table away." gerard squeezes frank thigh. "like, honestly, what the fuck? what right do they have to fucking give my fucking table away, to some rich prick who-"

"gee, babe, c-calm down," frank continues to giggle, only leaning over and kissing gerard's forehead. "you know i-i'd rather stay indoors and w-watch movies with you th-th-than go to a fancy f-fuckin' restraunt," frank says, and gerard sighs happily, rubbing frank's thigh gently.

"that's why i love you," gerard says, and frank flushes scarlet.

"i love you, too," frank says, and they pull back up to their house.

gerard sprints to the other side of the car to open the door for frank, who giggles. "and they say chivalry is dead," he says, making gerard laugh as he unlocks the door.

"i'll make the popcorn if you choose the movie?" gerard asks, and frank nods eagerly.

"horror?" frank asks, his face lighting up, and gerard just doesn't have the heart to say no.

"anything you want, baby," he says, kissing the top of frank's head, who stumbles upstairs to change and grab the laptop.

gerard waddles to the kitchen and makes the popcorn, and by the time he's finished frank has everything set up - the conjuring two being chromecasted, he's changed into sweats as well, and an almost blanket fort set up on the couch.