Coffee Stains and Sound Waves (frerard) [SLOW UPDATES]

Part 7

I woke up the next morning with a weight on my chest and looked down to see Frank. He looked so peaceful and cute, despite the tattoos covering his flawless body. I never wanted to move, but I vaguely remember Frank saying he had work today at dinner. "Frank, baby?" 

His eyes fluttered open as he gazed up at me through his lashes. "Mmmm?"

"Haven't you got work today?" His eyes were unable to focus so he just kept them closed.

"Fuck, yeah." He said, furrowing his brow. "I might just call in sick."

"Don't do that, it's not right." He sighed and opened his eyes properly before propping himself up on his elbows next to me.

"Well I probably can't walk after last night so there's no use going to work."

I climbed out of bed, turning slightly red at his comment. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be that rough." I mumbled, walking towards the bedroom door.

"It's okay, it was really good, like, really good." He started to get out of bed, struggling to stand up straight. "But that doesn't change the fact I'm not going in today."

I sighed and walked over to where he was failing at standing upright. "Come here." I gestured for him to come into my arms before hoisting his legs up around my waist and carrying him into the kitchen. Once we were in there, I sat him on top of the counter. He released a quiet grunt from the contact and shifted into a comfier position. "You're gonna need breakfast if you're going into work today, you want pancakes?"

"Mmmmm, I always want pancakes, but I'm not going in." He picked up a wooden spoon, absentmindedly twisting it through his fingers like a drumstick. I bent down to get a pan from one of the bottom drawers. "Unless..." He smacked may ass with the spoon.

"Ow." I stood up straight before snatching the spoon off him. He started giggling like a lunatic. "Unless what?"

"Unless you come in with me." 

I poured the batter into the pan before glancing up at him. "You wouldn't want me there, I'd just get in the way."

He frowned at me before struggling off the counter and wrapping his arms around waist from behind. "You wouldn't get in the way." He kissed my shoulder softly. "Anyway, you owe me a work visit for the amount of time I've visited you at work." 

"Okay, what time do we have to be there?"

***

I was currently sat outside a small sound booth, watching Frank set up. There was a guy with incredibly spiky hair in the booth. He said he was 'warming up', but it sounded more like he had vocal bipolar. One second he would be screaming at the top of his lungs, and the next he was whispering like a possessed child in a horror movie. Franks co-worker, Pete, came and sat next to me, smirking in the guys direction. Pete was friendly, kinda goofy, but he seemed good-natured. "I see you've met Jimmy." 

Jimmy, huh, it kind of suited him. "Yeah, I guess I have." 

"Has he spoken to you yet?"

He had, when he arrived. "Yeah, he asked me if I had any drugs."

Pete started chuckling. "Sounds about right." We were silent for a minute. "You and Frank are together, right?" I nodded. "Damn, thought I could see a slight limp."

My face flushed. "Um, what?"

"Hey, no, I'm not making fun of you or anything, I just have a really messed up way of complimenting people. Anyway, you wanna go out for a drink later, with Frank obviously."

"Can I bring my brother? I was supposed to be hanging out with him tonight."

"Is he cute?" He chuckled again. "I'm kidding, he's more than welcome."

Bit of a filler chapter, sorry guys.