Lets Dance- Ferard

~39~

"I feel like I just aged fifty years from carrying all that shit. My back feels like a plank of wood." Frank groaned. "That makes you one hot elderly man." Gerard said with a smile. "That's the sweetest compliment I've ever gotten." Frank said. Gerard flopped onto their bed. "We get to share a bed now!" Gerard pointed out. "Oh... I was thinking we could get a bunk bed." Frank said with a shit eating grin. "As long as you're near me it's worth it." Gerard kissed Frank's cheek.

Gerard snuggled up against Frank. "Frankie?" Gerard whispered. "Yeah?" Frank asked. "What's that?" Gerard pointed at a orange pill bottle sitting on Frank's dresser. "Shit." Frank whispered. "What's wrong?" Gerard asked. "I-It's nothing." Frank said. It obviously wasn't nothing. "Frank. What's wrong?" Gerard said in a stern voice. "I just asked what it was. You don't have to tell me but please don't be afraid to talk about whatever it is."

Frank sighed. "T-They're anti-depressants." Frank's whole body tensed while he waited for an answer from Gerard. Frank expected Gerard to slap him, to leave him, or to cut off his dick. Frank expected the absolute worse. But, instead Gerard just nodded and kissed Frank's cheek. "I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me." Frank relaxed. "Really?" Frank asked. "Yeah, being on anti-depressants doesn't define you as a person." Frank smiled. "God, I fucking love you." Frank practically pounced on Gerard and smothered him in kisses.

AN
What they wore wasn't important.

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