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

Part 18

I was sat in Gerard's apartment, waiting for him to choose something to wear. Luke and Leia were sleeping on me, little purrs being emitted now and then. As I shifted further into his pillows, he hurried out of the closet in his underpants.

"Gee, baby, we don't have time for sex, we have to leave in half an hour." 

He threw his discarded jeans at me. "I'm not asking you for sex, I just don't know what to wear." He glanced at the closet door.

"Let me help then."

I moved the peaceful kittens off my lap and walked towards the closet. I found a white shirt and some clean black skinny jeans near the back. I threw him a pair of smart black shoes before settling back onto the bed with the kittens.

"Frank, I can't wear these jeans! They're far too small for me, I can't get them over my underwear." He held the pants in front of him.

They did look a tight fit, but how good was his ass gonna look in them. "Then don't wear your underwear, problem solved."

He began to pull his boxers down.

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"Gerard!" We were stood outside Gerard's childhood home. "And you must be Frank!"

Gerard's mom embraced me in a warm hug. "It's nice to meet you Mrs. Way."

"Please, call me Donna." She led us into the house, through a photograph lined hallway, to a fairly large living room. The doorbell rang again. "Donald, someone's at the door!" She called into the next room. 

A tall man with greying hair hurried past us out of what I assumed was the kitchen, due to the fact his shirt and dress pants were covered by a pink apron. We heard the door open and some obscured conversation before Donald raised his voice.

"Mikey!" He walked past the doorway holding a flat box. "Your pizza's here, pay up!"

Mikey must be hiding out in the basement all night, hence the large pizza.

Later that evening, we were sat around the dining table. We all had a large slice of lemon drizzle cake in front of us, freshly baked by Donna this morning. We had already covered the topics of childhood, hobbies and whether or not I had any siblings. 

"So, Frank," Donald looked me in the eye, a piece of cake slowly sliding off his fork. "Mikey says you make music."

"Yeah, it's actually a lot of fun."

"You ever worked with anyone famous?" He finally ate the piece of cake that was trying to escape him.

"Yeah, I guess I mixed the backing for a couple of Green Day songs, and a couple of other big names, but mostly we get up-and-coming artists."

"That's pretty neat."

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After dinner, we sat in the living room again. Donna had gone upstairs for some reason, I could hear her bustling about above our heads. 

"You boys want a drink?" Donald came in, holding three beers.

He handed one to Gerard, who accepted. He held one out for me.

"I'll pass, thanks, designated driver."

Donald's face lit up. "Well done, you passed the test." 

"Test?" What test?

"I had to make sure you were worthy of my little boy, and you, my son, just saved Gee from dying in a nasty car accident." He walked back into the kitchen.

I turned to Gerard. "Did you know he was going to do that?"

"Not that exactly, but I knew he would do something." He pecked my cheek. "Well done though, you're doing so much better than my ex did."

"Really?"

"Yeah, she showed up in a tiny skirt and a tank top. I had to lend her a shirt." He smirked at the thought.

I chuckled.

He took my hands in his. "Thank you."

"What for?" I held his gaze.

"For being so perfect." He kissed me gently, his soft lips applying minimal pressure as I kissed back. It was per-

"Woah there," We broke apart. "you should have some kind of sign to warn us this sort of thing is going on. " Donald sat down opposite us as Donna came down the stairs with a box.

"How about we look at some photos?"

"Mom." Gerard whined.

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