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

Part 8

Sorry I've been gone for so long, got a bit of the writers block, ya know? Here's a chapter.

Later that evening we went out for drinks. I was properly introduced to Mikey, he was a cool dude. He currently worked in a comic book store downtown, but still lived in his parents basement. So cliche. Over the course of the evening, Mikey and Pete got extremely close, close enough that when a very drunk Pete proposed to a slightly tipsy Mikey, he replied with a slurred 'maybe someday'. That was when we decided to call it a night. I had just dropped Gerard off and was nearly home myself when my phone buzzed from the cup holder.

Gee💕: Hey, I miss you xx.

I leaned over to grab my phone.

Gee you're gonna get me killed, I'm still in the car.

Gee💕: Are you driving?

Yes.

Gee💕: Then why don't you take a u-turn and come over?

I pulled over to avoid getting arrested.

I can't do that.

Gee💕: Why not?

Well, you're drunk, we both have work tomorrow and I'm low on gas. 

Gee💕: Aww. 

Gee💕: I'm not drunk.

Gee💕: You're a meanie.

Goodnight sweetie xx.

Gee💕: Night meanie.

I tossed my phone back into the cup holder before continuing my way back home.

***

A few weeks later I was sat in my apartment, changing my shirt (cos it smelled kinda funky) when the doorbell rang. I pulled the skintight black shirt down my torso as i ran to the door. I opened it to find a smiling Gerard holding a box of microwaveable popcorn. "Nice slippers." He said, glancing at my feet. I was wearing a pair of shark slippers (all credit to @parasite420 and the amazing sharks on their feet), I know, It's weird, I only wear black, but I saw these guys and they were too cute to be left in the store. 

"Come in." I said, being the gentleman I am, holding the door open as he walked in. We were going to have a movie night, a movie night I hoped would lead to something else, wink wonk. Gerard flopped onto the couch as I went into the kitchen to grab snacks. I set them down on the coffee table before grabbing the remote and cuddling up to Gerard. "What do you wanna watch?" 

I clicked the button for Netflix and we eventually settled on Shawn of the Dead. About twenty minutes in, I shuffled into a comfier position, one I hoped would tell Gerard exactly what I was thinking. I lay down with my head on his crotch, but he was captivated by the movie and barely noticed. I began to slowly move my head, the back of it rubbing against his jeans.

"Frank," He said, his glance shifting to me momentarily. "Stop wriggling or I'm gonna make you sit on the floor."

I stopped moving and thought for a moment. An idea popped into my head, and a brilliant one at that. I got up and walked towards my room. "I'm going to get into my pyjamas." He turned to me and nodded before gluing his eyes to the TV again.