coffee dates and other things || frerard oneshots

warm mornings

pure domesticity because im sad, gay and lonely

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It was about 9am, Sunday morning. 

Amongst a stupidly vast collection of novelty pillows and darkly coloured duvet, two young men lay somewhat twisted together; a leg thrown over a hip, an arm shoved under a pillow, hair in someones mouth. It was not the most elegant way to wake up, of course, and when Gerard did peel open his weirdly dry eyes, he was rather disgruntled about being awake and seeing sunlight and fuck did Frank leave the window open or something? Because it was seriously bright in their room. 

He smacked his lips together slowly, making a face at the taste in his mouth before lifting himself up a bit and feeling the slightest tug on his hair. Making another face he turning his head, feeling more tugging and then the sudden release of pressure as his hair was freed from wherever it had been stuck. His neck ached dully from the angle he'd been sleeping at considering he'd woke up on his tummy and he kind of squinted down at his boyfriend for a moment, trying to figure out where and when he was. 

It finally registered somewhere in his brain that he was looking at Frank and he smiled softly, feeling a small flicker of warmth in his chest. While, yes, he and Frank has been waking up next to each other for a few months now, Gerard didn't think it would ever get old. 

The sunlight that had previously annoyed Gerard to no end was now angelic as it slanted across Franks face, managing to avoid his eyes by some miracle. The other man was still asleep, eyelashes fanning out along his cheekbones, and the small fly-away hairs at the edge of his hairline glowed white.

Granted Frank had his face smushed against the pillow unattractively and his mouth was hanging open a little and his hair was a total mess and he might've been drooling earlier if the small damp spot on his pillow was anything to go by, but Gerard felt a swell of pure adoration for the man beside him regardless.

Besides, it's not like Gerard looked any better. 

He wriggled a little bit, discovering Franks leg had somehow ended up thrown over the small of his back, and managed to roll onto his side without disturbing the ridiculously heavy sleeper beside him. Once comfortable, he just kind of stared at Frank, feeling the comforting fuzzy feeling in his bones he got whenever he was around the other man. It was warm and safe and the best thing in the world.

Frank shifted suddenly, pulling his leg, and Gerard, closer to him as he sleepily rubbed his nose in the way he did when it was itchy. Gerard waited for a moment, unsure if Frank was waking up for good or just briefly conscious. 

Frank paused, eyes still closed before he pawed at the air until he touched Gerard. Once contact was made he shuffled closer and threw his arm around his boyfriends neck, effectively trapping him in a cage of limbs.

Well, not really, because if Gerard wanted to he could just roll in the opposite direction and escape. But he didn't want to so instead he smiled and leaned forward a smidge to kiss Franks nose. The nose in mention wrinkled cutely and then Frank was blinking open his big doe eyes, looking just as discombobulated as Gerard had felt earlier. 

He blinked slowly, as though struggling to remain conscious and then fixed his eyes on Gerard's face and smiled. It was sleepy and and loving and it made Gerard's insides feel warm and syrupy. God, i can't wait to marry you one day.

"Morning." Frank mumbled placing a sloppy but loving kiss on his boyfriends cheek before taking back his arm and leg as he rolled onto his back. Gerard smiled. 

"Good morning."

Frank stretched, feeling his shoulders pop from the action before he relaxed and turned his head to watch Gerard drag himself out of their bed. He was wearing a star wars shirt and paint splattered plaid pyjama bottoms, his hair an even greasier mess than usual. Frank reckoned he rather closely resembled a zombie when he rubbed his face and yawned like that, dark smudges under his eyes from his usual late nights. 

The light coming in through the window certainly made Gerard look a little more aesthetic than his appearance would lead you to believe but Frank would probably still wanna kiss him if he'd just stepped out of a dumpster and had rotten egg in his hair.

"Why are you staring at me?" Gerard complained, his expression coloured with sleepy annoyance. He was always slightly difficult to deal with before he'd had coffee, but Frank was used to it. 

"'Cause you're pretty." He replied simply, yawning afterwards which made the previous statement seem a little too casual but at least Gerard had that dopey look on his face he got when Frank complimented him. The smile he got in response almost shattered Frank completely, his chest warm with love. 

Gerard mumbled something that sounded like 'thank you' and left the room, opening what sounded like the bathroom door (it had creaky hinges). A few moments later Frank heard the tap run followed by the tell-tale scratchy noises of teeth brushing.

That's smart, get rid of the morning breath.

They had pre-made waffles for breakfast and Frank got syrup in his hair which of course lead to him whining about needing a shower and then using the big-brown-eyes and pouty-lower-lip combo to force Gerard to shower with him. 

i didn't know how to end this haha but i hope it was good!