All I Want is Nothing (Frerard)

You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want

-a/n- ok so i HOPE most of u red potat yog summertime and i just. ugh okay no spoilers just feels and denial ok bi frnds im sorry for delay also i recommend listening 2 summertime bc its gr8 k bye-

-Frank's POV-

Frank's eyes shot open, and he sighed. His dreams were just fucked up versions of his memories, and the one he had just experienced was a prime example. He groaned, sitting up and stretching his sore muscles. Gerard was still sleeping, obviously enjoying his time spent on the oh-so-soft and oh-so-cumstainedbutnoonewouldhavetoknowbecauseofthemagicsubstancecalledbakingsoda mattress.

Frank smiled, shifting so his face was near Gerard's, and just watching him. Watching him like he was more than just some grown ass man in his bed that another grown ass man sent to him to "look after" while he jacked off to pictures of his brother sleeping, watching him like someone he actually loved.

Watching.

Gerard changed positions, and let out a little noise which startled Frank. He chuckled silently, reaching forward to place his hand against Gerard's cheek. Warm. He had to say, out of all the people he had ever "been" with, the man laying before him was the most beautiful one. 

He felt so weak, almost submissive to Gerard. Frank caressed the man's cheek, growing hard as he thought about him. The way his body moved when they fucked, the little moans and gasps he made, everything. He thought a little longer, deciding something. He was going to keep him.

He was going to keep him, but not like he kept the rest of his pets. He would become someone important in his life.

~Gerard's POV~

Gerard attempted to steady his breathing as he felt Frank exhale on his face and neck, then a hand on his cheek. He stroked for what felt like seconds, but must have been hours as they both were lost in thought.

"Gerar... Gee?" Frank said surprisingly timidly, his voice slightly shaky.

Gerard didn't know what to say, or if he wanted to reply at all.

Silence.

"Gerard, please tell me if you're awake." 

Please? Now Gerard was seriously concerned for not only the man, but himself as well.

"Gerard, I swear if you're awake je veux va te faire encule dans le cul."

That sounded pleasant.

"Okay, sleeping beauty. Here's the deal, I used to do this thing with my mom before she went all batshit, so maybe it'll work with you too. It's that sort of thing where you're too tired to give a shit and you say yes because you want the person to go away," Frank took a moment to breathe, "That's how I got my first cat."

Gerard followed silently, still trying to fool Frank into thinking he was sleeping and dreaming about being fucked by Morrissey or something. 

Because Gerard bottomed.

He would always bottom.

"So, I'm going to ask now. I'm a bit nervous honestly, which is quite ironic considering the circumstances." Frank paused, removing his hand from Gerard's face to most likely run it through his hair."Will you marry me?"

Gerard almost shat his pants.

-Frank's POV- 

Gerard stayed silent, and after a few seconds Frank was sick of it.

"Hello!? Asshole!? I know you're awake, okay?! Your breathing is different! Please just answer me, I can't take this!" Frank simply lost it. He wished he could take those stupid words back, because Gerard was awake. He was awake as ever, and he decided to just torture Frank with the thing that normally comforted him the most.

Silence.

-a/n- wow ok im sorry im running out of ideas and this chapter took me 3 days 2 write bc i suck ok rip bye frnds thx 4 reading

and holy shit 600 reads guys GUYSSDFJG

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