Drunken Love- Frerard
Franks POV
Where the hell is he. Fourteen calls that all led to voicemail. Over 50 messages. No answer. Maybe his phone died. But he can't be out drinking. Can he? He was doing so well. I give up trying to reach him. I'm going out.
Before I can do anything though, the door opens, and a Gee stumbles in the door.
"Gee?"
"Hi Frankie." Gee slurs. Oh no.
"Gee! You're drunk!"
"'M sorry." I grab his hand and lead him into the bathroom. He fucking reeks of alcohol. "What are you doin' Frankie?"
"I'm running a shower for us." He wasn't showering by himself.
"'M fine Frankie!"
"No you're not Gerard. You reek of alcohol and sweat. I'm not sleeping with you in these conditions." His eyebrows scrunch in anger.
"I AM FINE!" There's angry Gee that I did not miss. Two can play at this game.
"GERARD ARTHUR WAY! EITHER YOU GET IN THIS SHOWER AND LET ME CLEAN YOU OR YOU CAN SLEEP ON THE COUCH!" I know his weaknesses. No cuddles. Needles. And teenagers. Before he could say anything, he passes out an falls right into my arms. That ain't stopping me.
I set Gerard down on the ground. I run the shower and pull the curtains back. Gerard is out cold. I kneel down and start to unbutton his shirt to reveal his little tummy. He's so freaking cute. I finish unbuttoning and take off his shirt. Now with his pants. The button was rather difficult but I managed to get it undone and slide his pants off along with his boxers. No, I'm not weirded out by his dick and you can figure out why. Now for the tricky part, getting Gee in the bath. I mean, I've carried him to the bedroom before. So I put my arms under his armpits and knees, picked him up bridal style, and got him into the tub. I grabbed a washcloth and some soap, and started washing him.
After that, I grabbed our shampoo, and started to wash his hair. I lather my hands through his soft hair, giving him a head massage. He looks so cute asleep. His cute little nose and his cute little lips. I could stare at him forever, but he starts to shiver, so i rinse his hair and take him to our toasty bedroom. I find some fuzzy pants and a shirt and surprisingly got them on with ease. I find a blanket and put it over us, and as I'm snuggling under, Gee wraps his arms around me.
"G'night Frankie." He mumbles.
"Anything, my love." And we fall asleep, wrapped in each others arms.
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MISC. ONESHOTS
FanfictionONESHOTS FROM THE FOLLOWING SHIPS: *JOSHLER* *PHAN* *GAWSTEN* *FRERARD* *RYDEN* *BRALLON* This shit ranges from angst that you will want to sob your eyes out to fluff that you just can't handle because it's cute af Trigger warnings in the title + A...
