Mr. Brightside ♕ Frerard

chapter twenty-eight

"And... we're done." Frank sighed, as he gazed over the now clean bakery.

"Yup." Gerard laughed, setting the broom down near the door.

The two held hands as they smiled at their good work.

After Frank had calmed down, and the two had started cleaning. Th Punk had turned back into his normal, flirtatious self, though Gerard thought that maybe he was just doing that in an attempt to make Gerard forget his breakdown, but Gee wasn't going to let it go that easily.

Frank seemed really wrecked and upset that day, and Gee knew it was from repressed emotions. He definitely didn't want it to happen again, so he decided he was going to play close attention to Frank's behaviour from then on.

After a few quiet moments, Frank let out another breath.

"Well... do you wanna go home?" He asked.

"Uh yeah- but not to mine. Pete trashed the place after a very serious argument about dresses yesterday." Gerard said with a serious expression.

The Punk laughed and raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"L-let's not talk about it." Gerard blushed.

"Huh, okay," Frank smiled in confusion. "uh, let me get my keys."

"Okay." Gee grinned, letting go of Frank's tattooed hands.

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"No!" Gerard squeaked as he accidentally spilled coffee on himself.

He was currently at Frank's apartment,l and the boy was trying to pour himself a cup of coffee. The Baker had excused himself to go to the bathroom and had told Gerard to make himself at home.

"Is everything okay, baby?" Frank asked as he walked back into the kitchen with worried eyes.

"Uh y-yeah." Gerard chocked out as he turned away from the other, trying desperately to wipe his now stained shirt.

Frank chuckled walking over to Gerard. He put his hands on the boy's hips, turning him back around. He smiled softly as he saw Gerard's cute blushing face.

He smiled slyly as his gaze slowly fell onto Gerard's coffee-stained shirt. And that's when it clicked.

"Aww, Gee, don't be embarrassed. I can just lend you a shirt." He chuckled kissing the boy's forehead.

"I-... sorry." Gerard mumbled. Still incredibly embarrassed by his chronic clumsiness.

"Don't be. I'll be right back, cutie." Frank smiled unwrapping his arms from Gerard's lower back. He quickly rushed to his bedroom, grabbing a clean Black Flag shirt before heading back to Gerard.

Frank grinned as he passed the shirt to Gee, who was still casting his eyes down in a timid manner.

"Here."

"Thanks, Frankie." Gerard smiled, accepting the shirt. He went to take his own shirt off but quickly stopped himself.

He was most definitely not changing in front of Frank. He was an ugly, fat mess and he definitely did not want his not-really-boyfriend, boyfriend seeing that.

"Uh... do you have a b-bathroom?" He asked quietly.

Frank looked at the boy confused, why couldn't he change there? He didn't see a problem with it since they were both guys and somewhat dating.

He decided not to question it and just cleared his throat, "Uh y-yeah it's just down the hall.."

"Okay, thank you." Gerard said quickly, practically sprinting down the hall.

Once Gerard was changed into the shirt, that smelled very much like Frank, he headed back out to look for The Punk.

He saw the boy sitting on the couch, looking through his phone. Once Gee entered, he lifted his head up to face him. Frank's lips curled into something between a smirk and a smile.

"What?" Gerard asked softly, feeling self conscious about Frank's staring. He looked down as he sat next to the brown haired boy.

"Nothing... you just look incredibly good in my clothes." He smirked, weaving his arm around the boy's lower back.

Gerard blushed looking up at Frank, smiling.

And Frank would have popped a shameful boner if he didn't have the self control. But luckily he did, because that would have been incredibly awkward considering all Gee did was wear his shirt and blush a bit.

But it wasn't like he could help it.

Gerard looked so good doing the most innocent, random things- Frank quickly cleared his throat, trying to clear his mind of all the dirty thoughts circling it.

"Umm, do you want to watch something?" Frank asked reaching over for the remote.

Gerard nodded, giggling. He leaned into Frank's embrace, loving the boy's sent and overall warmth.

"What do you wanna watch?" Frank's asked, absently rubbing little circles on Gerard's hips, making him sigh in relaxation.

The Baker smiled at the sound, continuing his actions. He was quite enjoying the little breaths that fanned his neck.

"Uh... w-we could watch The Dark Knight?"

"Sure thing, cutie." Frank smiled clicking the movie.