Frerard OneShots (finished)

LIII - Inappropriate Jokes #2

[mention of Chad's homophobic behavior and the fight between him and G in this one]

"So," he leaned his elbows on the table, "what'd you say?"

Gerard glanced to the side and back at him, mug already in hand. "I asked if you wanted a cup of coffee?"

"That's not what I meant- but thank you," Frank took the mug from him, "what'd you say to Chad, I mean."

"Oh," he faltered, then sat down opposite of Frank with his hands wrapped around his own cup of coffee, "nothing, really."

"No, I wanna know," Frank pushed, "you never lose your temper to people like Chad or Tray. Why this time?"

Gerard sighed heavily, his gaze fixated on the brown liquid. "He called me a faggot and proceeded to ask me 'who's the bottom?'" Frank gave him a look when he glanced up shyly, silently asking him to continue and he sighed in defeat. "Chad talked shit about you, saying you'd cheat on me and sleep around and all that crap."

Instantly, Frank paled, staring at him in concern, "he did?" Silently, Gerard nodded. "What a fucking cunt. You know that's not true, right?" He reached over and took one of Gerard's hands, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.

Gerard gave him a small smile but it didn't reach his eyes. "I know. But he talked shit about you and therefore crossed a line." His smile widened into a grin. "And, I wanted to punch him for a while now, so that was a great excuse to do so."

Frank grinned back and pulled his hand up, kissing his knuckles. "You're awesome."

Gerard instantly leaned over the table and kissed the tip of his nose, then sat back in his chair, wearing a grin that was just as dorky. "And you're the cutest boyfriend I ever had."

Shyly, he blushed but his grin widened, too. For a second, he just gazed at Gerard, neither quite needing words to tell the other about their feelings.

Suddenly, Gerard seemed to snap out of the thoughts he had been in. "Will you stay the night?"

Frank shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "I don't think that's a good idea, to be honest," he said, shuffling his feet on the ground, "my mom would be so pissed 'cause I'm already here and didn't go home after school and it's a school night and I kinda have to have her calm if I want to tell her about- well, us."

Gerard took a sip from his coffee. "You want to tell her?" Nervously, he hummed, too afraid that his voice would shake if he tried to talk. "But why would you?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I mean," he lifted the cup to his lips again, "she could make you break up with me."

Frank scoffed, squeezing his hand. "I wanna see her try." When he realized how nervous and unconvinced Gerard looked, he leaned on the table again. "Hey, there's nothing that can get between us, okay? Not Chad, not my Mom, nothing. If you want to get rid of me, I'm afraid you have to kill me."

Gerard snorted and squeezed his hand back. "You know I could never do that, Darling."

"Seriously?" Mikey asked as soon as he walked into the kitchen and spotted the two of them. "Go to your room or something, Jesus fucking Christ." Continuing to mutter under his breath, he opened the fridge and took a can of energy drink out.

"Hey, I didn't say anything when you called Kyla 'Bubbles' the other day--which is, really, such a bad nickname for a girl," Gerard shot back, giving his brother a look.

Mikey sipped provokingly. "At least I'm creative with nicknames and don't just use 'Darling' or 'Sweetheart'."

"Well, but it-"