Downstairs (frerard)

Morning

"Wake up pumpkin!"

   Frank slowly opens his eyes, cringing at the brightness of the morning.

   "Fuck off, maybe?"

   Gerard grins. Suddenly, he jumps on top of Frank and starts shaking.

   "It's 11:30 already, make me food!" 

   Frank finally sits up, facing Gerard who's sitting on his lap, grinning from ear to ear. It's too early for this shit.

   "First of all, i can't cook. Second of all, get off of me, your face is way too close to mine."

   Gerard smirks mischievously.

   "Oh you don't wanna be close to my face? Shame. I thought we really had something frankie."

   Gerard runs his fingers through Frank's messy hair, leaning closer. The shorter boy almost forgets how to breathe.

   Then he pulls back.

   "Morning breath."

   Gerard jumps off the bed, grabs his toothbrush and walks out of the room, swaying his hips a bit. Fuck, is that really necessary?

   Once they got back upstairs Frank was finally ready to put what happened behind him, and just focus on spending time with this gorgeous man. Their fighting was really helping the cause.

   "I'm not gonna make food. We need breakfast first, and i can't cook anyways.", Frank complains.

   Gerard frowns.

    "Well neither can i. Also, it's dinner time! We have to eat actual food!"

      "Why don't we eat breakfast... but bigger? Like, A LOT of fuckin breakfast, with extra food-y stuff?"

   Gerard laughs.

   "You mean brunch?"

   "Wait, it has a name?"

   They quickly figured out their cooking duties. Frank is making tortilla pizzas and toast, while Gerard makes pancakes.

   "Don't you dare put pineapple on mine!", Gerard shouts over his shouoder, mixing the batter.

   "Of course not! Pineapple doesn't belong in pizza. Or in a tin jar, for that matter."

   "I'm glad we agree on that, because the knives are in this cupboard-" Gerard taps on the cupboard next to him. "-and i am one hundred percent willing to defend my opinion."

   Frank just laughs, digging a jar of jalapenos out of the fridge. 

   "Do you want any?"

   Gerard looks over his shoulder to see waht the younger boy is referring to, and once he sees the peppers, he makes a face.

   "No. How can you eat those?"

   "I'm from New Jersey, fucker.", Frank says, dropping three whole jalapenos on his tortilla-pizza.

   "Firstly, what the actual fuck are you doing, those will destroy your mouth, secondly, Frank, we're both from New Jersey."

   ...

   "This is New Jersey."

   ...

   "Frank we are literally in New jersey."

   Frank didn't answer, instead he chose to do this the peaceful way.

   Meaning, he's starting a food war.

   Frank grabs a handful of flour, dumping it on Gerard's head. The older boy quickly responds by taking the ketchup bottle from the table, and squirting it in Frank's face.

   The fight goes on until Gerard calls it quits, claiming that the pancakes need to be done before Frank ruins the batter with the things he's throwing. The food is done suprisingly quickly, and despite their lack of skill, it turned out pretty good. Of course Frank flicks some whip cream towards Gee, but it backfires when he seductively licks it off of the back of his hand where it landed.

   This has to be the first time Frank has actually enjoyed cooking.

Huh.

Yo! Sorry for the wait, i was visiting my parents. Still keeping it short, i'll post more tomorrow! Bye.

-Me