Listen Before You Go

Chapter 8: Maybe This Time

I'm sorry my authors notes are long as fuck

IM EARLY BECAUSE IM EXCITED (don't expect a chapter on Saturday lmfao) 

Frank's eyes fluttered open, then squeezed shut, a half-ass attempt to shield himself from the light. 

"Fuck." He groaned. He reached up to rub his eyes but stopped when he felt his bed move underneath him. 

Wait. 

That's not his bed. 

He snapped his gaze upward to see Gerard sleeping peacefully under him. 

He grinned at the sleeping man. He barely remembers falling asleep on him his morning. 

What time is it?

He reached for his phone on the coffee table in front of him, but stopped when Gerard mumbled something that sounded like 'good morning' and frowned.

Reaching up to rub his face, both boys realized too late that his hands were dangerously close to Frank's ass.

"Excuse you, sir." Frank jokingly sassed. "I don't appreciate the placement of your hand."

"What a shame." Gerard laughed, sitting up. Frank's voice was hot as hell, probably because he just woke up. Gerard was just glad that they could play this off as a joke instead of wading in the tension that was so obviously between them. 

"How'd you sleep?" Frank grabbed his phone and turned so his back was to Gerard, dropping  backward to lay on him. 

Gerard chewed on his lower lip and took his own phone out of his pocket. 

"Fine I guess."

Frank lifted his head back as far as he could, looking at Gerard upside-down. 

Gerard grinned at him. 

"I hope you didn't plan on getting up any time soon." Frank giggled. "I'm quite comfortable." 

"I never want you to leave." Gerard said. "I love cuddling."

Frank went bright fucking red and looked back down at his phone. Was this cuddling? Were they cuddling together right now? He had to admit, it's really fucking nice to be this close to Gerard. Pressed together in an innocent bodily embrace. 

It was calming. 

"You're a good cuddle buddy." Gerard murmured.

No longer calming.

Frank's heartbeat went absolutely fucking wild. 

"Thanks. You're pretty comfortable yourself." He said, praising God that his voice wasn't as strained as he thought it would be.

Gerard smiled, ruffling up Frank's hair.

"Hey!" Frank giggled. "Though it may not look it, I have a method to my madness when it comes to my hair."

"Frank, you've been asleep for six-"

"Shut up. I like to complain."

"I've noticed."

"I won't complain, however, if you continue to play with my hair."

Gerard giggled and began massaging his hands over Frank's scalp.

"Fuck." Frank groaned. "I could fall asleep again right now."

"Go ahead, I won't mind."

"Darling! I'm home!" Lindsey's voice brutally murdered the comfortable silence like a spoon dropped on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night.