Pretty Boy (You Make Me Want To Live)

hold me tight, or don't

With much difficulty Gerard had struggled - with Frank's assistance of course - up stairs and into his boyfriend's bedroom, collapsing onto his bed with pained groan.

"Are you okay? Do you need any painkillers? Can I get you anything?" Frank asked, fluttering by the bedside with an anxious look on his face.

Gerard smiled lightly, his eyes closing slightly as he did so.

"No, I'll be okay, just come 'ere." He mumbled, letting one of his arms spread across the duvet, inviting Frank to come and curl up next to him, pulling the smaller male closer with a quiet sigh, "That's better."

Frank didn't move, he was too scared to, he didn't want to lean in the wrong place and hurt Gerard.

"Relax a little Belle, this side is fine, you've got nothing to be worried about." Gerard then added, fully aware of what Frank was thinking. The smaller male mumbled a quiet okay, resting his head on Gerard's shoulder, his hands tucked up against the punk's side.

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Frank hadn't seen Gerard in almost a week. After staying together for almost two weeks, he'd gone back to stay with his family. Mikey had - albeit begrudgingly - agreed to taxi Frank around when he wanted to see Gerard - which was almost every day- but he only went over when Gerard asked him to. He didn't want to overwhelm his boyfriend, Frank was well aware he had a very undeniable presence that could be considered 'too much' sometimes.

But Gerard hadn't messaged Frank asking him to come over in almost a week, leaving the effeminate boy to worry about his boyfriend. Not as much as before since he was with his family and Mikey would have told him if something bad had happened.

The doorbell's chime rang loudly through the house and Frank pushed himself out of bed with a groan, pulling one of Gerard's massively oversized t-shirts over his head and deeming himself presentable for whoever was at the door.

He tried the handle, grabbing his keys and unlocking the door when it didn't open, pulling the door open and stepping into the now open doorway only to almost be taken out as he was completely smothered by a person, their arms slipping under his own and lifting him off the ground.

"Gerard?" Frank asked, catching sight of the bright red hair, "Oh my god Gerard!"

He let out a small squeal, wrapping his arms around the taller male and hugging tightly.

"I'm sorry Belle, and I- I wanna open up to you, I know I'm quiet but I- I wanna change that. I love you." Gerard mumbled against Franks neck, where his face was pressed against, still holding on tightly.

"Really?" Frank asked quietly, fearing he'd misheard the last part.

"Yes, I don't wanna hide anything anymore-" Gerard offered a weak smile as he finally loosened his grip on Frank, letting the smaller boy drop back to the floor. One of his wrists was still in a cast, but the other was fine, and any lingering marks of faded bruises seemed to have disappeared.

"No- no, I mean, yeah that's great, but... you love me?"

"Of course I do belle, I thought I already told you I loved you... y'know just before Christmas when we-" Gerard trailed off, watching as Frank blushed at the memory with a small smile.

"Yeah... I remember... I just- I- never mind." Frank stuttered, shaking his head and turning to walk back into the house, letting the punk follow him.

"Oh, wait, I just need to grab something from my car-" Gerard mumbled, backing out the doorway again, breaking a short jog to the deep green coloured car and producing a soft pink and sparkly bag with little love heart on it, bearing an embarrassed smile as he held it out to Frank when he reached the door again.

"What's this?" Frank asked, taking the bag and peering in before looking back up to Gerard.

"Just open it."

"Oh, okay, should we go upstairs?"

"Yeah, sure I guess, after you?" Gerard gestured to the staircase, shutting the door behind him. Frank nodded, slipping his hand into the punk's with a shy smile before leading him up the stairs and into his bedroom, jumping onto his bed and landing cross-legged on his bed with a grin, the bag sat in front of him as he waited for Gerard to join him.

The punk sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back as he watched Frank pull away the tissue paper, revealing a small stuffed bear with a silky bow tie around its neck.

"Awh," Frank blushed, hugging the bear to his chest before holding it out again with a stifled smile.

"I dunno, you like that kind of thing right?" Gerard shrugged, clearly trying to seem indifferent to the situation but the blush on his face was evident enough for Frank to lean across, planting a kiss on his boyfriends cheek and grinning widely.

"I love that kind of thing."

He let out a giggle as he watched Gerards reaction, the punk smiling but quickly trying to hide it.

"Aw, Gee, it's okay to be embarrassed," Frank's soft laughter subsided and he crawled over to where Gerard was sitting, straddling across the punk's thighs and holding up the bear with a tiny smile.

"Mr Cuddles doesn't like it when you get embarrassed, he wants you to know no one's ever gonna judge you here." Frank said, waving the bear's arms around as he held it up.

Gerard cracked a smile, "Mr Cuddles?"

Frank blushed again, looking down at the bear before back up to Gerard and nodding, biting down on his lip softly.

"It's cute, you don't have to be embarrassed, no one's gonna judge you here." Gerard repeated Frank's words, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist and pulling the smaller male closer, pressing a light kiss to Frank's lips before pulling away.

Frank scowled, his nose scrunching up as Gerard turned his own words against them.

"You're really annoying sometimes, but I guess I'll have to deal with that." Frank mumbled, his hands trailing up Gerards arms until they were resting on the punk's shoulders. He rocked forwards, pushing the both of them back against the duvet, their lips pressed tightly together, not an ounce of air entering their systems as they both pulled messily at each other, wanting to be as close as physically possible to each other in that moment.

Nothing about it was sexual, they both craved the closeness, the heat soaking off the other, dragging fingers and hands everywhere they could reach before returning back to delicately cup at the face they were so close to.

"I- fuck, I love you too Gee."