coffee dates and other things || frerard oneshots

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just a short one today lads

With a sigh Frank flopped onto the couch, his body sinking into the soft cushions before a pair of cold hands was lifting him up by the shoulders. They only lifted him long enough to sit down and then lowered him back to his previous position so that his head was now resting on someones thigh. With his eyes still closed he breathed in the coffee and paper smell that clung to his husband and felt himself relax properly for the first time in a few days. 

Gerard ran his hands through his husbands hair and carefully untangled the knots his fingers snagged on before speaking. "How was work?" He asked, unsurprised at the answering groan.

"My boss made me beat someone up because they spilled orange juice on his daughter, how do you think my day was?" Frank muttered, wriggling a little bit to get comfortable.

Gerard hummed in sympathy but didn't say anything else, just kept playing with the kind of greasy strands of Franks hair. After a moment said man leaned his head back a bit to look at Gerard. 

"What about you? How's school been?"

"Well," Gerard started. "Wasn't as hectic as having to beat someone over orange juice, but my professor did cut back the due date for our assignment, so i've had to pull a couple all-nighters while you were away. Other than that, my flytraps are healthy and my paper on medicinal plants in Europe got excellent marks."

Frank smiled warmly and carefully took one of Gerards hands, kissing his palm. "I'm proud of you."

Gerard and Frank had met a year or two after highschool, when Gerard wasn't sure if he was going to go to university and when Frank wasn't sure if his dad was going to make him follow in his footsteps. They'd only been twenty at the time, but fell in love fairly quickly, and by the end of the year Frank was well apart of the Way family, and had an open invitation to any family events. With his boyfriends encouragement Gerard eventually enrolled in university to study botany and while it had been more then challenging in the first few months, he'd gotten in the swing of things and now found it almost fun. 

Eventually though, Franks dad dropped by and decided that Frank was more than old enough to join the organisation his family had been working in for generations. Not entirely sure what was going to happen to Frank after that, the two got married at 23 and just hoped that things would turn out well.

They were 27 now and so far Franks main job had been to beat people up over small inconveniences, but there had been occasions when he'd been taken overseas for things Gerard never asked about. There had also been an instance where Gerard had been contacted directly, after it was discovered that he was ridiculously well-read on poisonous plants, and he'd had to rather awkwardly diagnose a mans cat with aloe vera poisoning whilst standing in his kitchen half-dressed and partway through making spaghetti.

Honestly, Franks job had included a shit-tonne of more violent things than just beating people up but both he and Gerard were content with Gerard not knowing that, so it didn't get brought up. Sometimes it's hard to ignore, though. Like when your husband comes stumbling through the door at 2am, covered in a nice mixture of his own blood and someone elses, but Gerard had spent a majority of his teen years absorbed in Fangoria magazines and shitty horror films so he coped pretty well with it. Their first aid kit on the other hand, had not.

At the moment though, they were on their shitty couch in their shitty apartment that was filled with plants and strategically placed paintings that hid a majority of the cracks and dents in the walls. Gerard was in his pyjamas and Frank was in his work clothes minus the blazer that he hated wearing, and it was quiet other than the constant sound of their neighbour vacuuming. This was what they had gotten used to over the years, and Frank was very content with knowing it was unlikely to change for awhile. 

Sure, his hands hurt like fuck and he had scars he'd only ever shown to Gerard and he barely trusted the barista at their favourite cafe anymore, but he had Gerard and their awful apartment. And that was really all he needed. Especially because Gerard didn't give a fuck about how suspicious the barista was, he'd go and order their coffee's anyway.

hope this was okay, stay safe x