Wake me up at 4:20/ Frerard

Challenge 36

A/N: I thought I published this 4 days ago but it never did and I was legit sad cause I love reading comments :( but I went to check how many people read it so far and apparently it never published

I just realized Gerard already made his hair blue in chapter 4 and like 3 chapters ago I made his hair blue 🌝 just imagine he had red hair until like 3 chapters ago. I'll have to go back and edit it. Also I feel like im not incorporating enough Frerard Fluff in here so just drop a comment of what you'd like to see more of (Arguing, cute fluff, smut, etc).

ALSO I found a song I used to like (Paralyzed by NF) AND I feel like it goes with this fic extremely well soooooooo I recommend listening to it. It's been stuck in my head alllll day.

Also ALL of the trigger warnings for this chapter (If you've gotten this far into this fic, you probably don't need them, but just in case)

Frank's head was pounding and he felt like his skull was going to crack from how much it hurt. He was hungover, since the vodka had left a toll on him, and the only thing he knew of that cured hangovers was more alcohol. He was wearing shades since light just made it even worse and it was a bright day outside, a reason he wished it wasn't Spring. He carried another bottle of his father's vodka in his interior pocket, heading over to Gerard's house to share the drink. He knew he shouldn't influence Gerard to drink, but he knew how much hangovers sucked and that Gerard probably needed it.

He walked inside the Way household, not even bothering to knock anymore; and trudged himself up the stairs. "Heyyyy," He giggled, seeing Gerard laying in bed. His windows curtains were muffling some of the light from entering the room, however there were still beams of it that shown through.

"Fuck, don't talk so loud," Gerard grumbled, turning over to face away from Frank "My head is killing me and no matter how much water I drink, my throat is still dry as fuck. I hate this,".

"I've got something for that," Frank sat on his bed and Gerard looked up a little skeptically.

"Painkillers?" He asked hopeful and frowned when Frank pulled out the Vodka bottle, "No, Frank...," He sighed, shaking his head.

"Why not?" He frowned, opening it and taking a small sip; earning a look from Gerard.

"Because I already hate myself enough for relapsing yesterday, I don't need to be mad at myself even more," He told him, averting his gaze from the bottle so he wouldn't even be tempted.

"Fine," Frank mumbled, putting the bottle away a little grumpily but Gerard still seemed weary.

"Let me take care of you, I can make you feel good another way," Frank told Gerard, laying behind him on his side and pulling him close; his chest pressing against Gerard's back. He rubbed Gerard's side, pushing his loose T-shirt up a bit and exposing his skin. Frank kissed at the side of Gerard's neck, making Gerard squirm from the feel of his hot breath against his ear. His breath was musky with the undertones of alcohol and Gerard felt uncomfortable by just the smell of it.

"You still smell like alcohol," Gerard mumbled worried, but pressed back against Frank. He could feel butterflies in his stomach, something that he never felt with his previous boyfriend.

"It'll be okay," Frank assured him and Gerard's movements faltered. It was a phrase Bert had constantly told him whenever Gerard was too tired or drunk to have sex, however Bert wanted it anyway and would do it despite Gerard's protests. He had many memories where he had woken up just used and discarded by him, but Gerard was too scared to tell anyone because he felt like it'd be pegged as his fault for getting drunk. Suddenly in his mind, Frank's grip was too tight and he was being too rough. His hands were traveling where Gerard didn't want them and he was all too close.