Video Games 🎮 FRERARD

↳ LEVEL 26.0

NOT EDITED!! DONT KILL ME
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BUTTERFLY LIPS— I-I MEAN CLIPS! YEAH... CLIPS.
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Frank lay on his couch, feet twitching to music only he could hear, face almost as passive as it was in his sleep.

Gerard, who had unbeknownst to Frank come back into the living room lazily, knelt down, touching the skin on Frank's arm lightly. Though Frank was already awake, he opened his eyes slowly as if he was waking up from a deep sleep and smiled the same smile he often greeted Todo with.

Frank's voice tumbled out softly, "What's up?"

Gerard smiled and shook his head, "Just wondering..."

Frank sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his head lazily. He let his lips twitch up to a smile that mirrored Gerard's. "Wondering what?"

"You like pink right, Frankie?"

Now Frank was intrigued. Sure, initially he had been napping whilst Gerard showered in his bathroom (after the two of them had covered each other in flour making mug cakes, of course.) To be honest, both of them were just trying to take advantage of the fact that neither Anthony nor Frank's mother were home, but now Frank's desire to sleep itched away as he heard Gerard's question. Though even he had to admit that weeks ago he probably would never have felt comfortable enough for Gerard to roam around his messy house whilst he was unconscious- but they had gradually, at an incredibly slow pace, become more accustomed to one another.

Frank could even count the times he'd stuttered in front of his boyfriend in the last week in one hand! How impressive.

At Gerard's question, Frank raised an eyebrow before nodding slowly. Almost completely unprepared for the startlingly pure and innocent cheshire grin that spread across Gerard's face.

"Well," Gerard said almost in a suspiciously slow tone. He waved his hand around weakly - as if to indicate Frank should move his damn feet off the couch. "Scoot over then, bite-size."

Frank slightly grumbled before retaliating weakly to the nickname. "I'm not bite-sized."

"Yeah, yeah, I don't care, babe." Gerard mumbled distractedly, magically materialising a small plastic box from thin air. Okay, in reality Gerard had simply stuck a hand in his yellow sweatshirt and yanked out a small package, but Frank had a wild imagination when he was on the brink of sleep.

"You wound me." Frank normally would have blushed at the pet-name Gerard used, because he wasn't quite used to that yet, but the moment he saw a package, excitement spurred inside of him and his eyes flickered up to Gerard's downcast ones.

Frank could tell Gerard was also getting quite excited. He could always tell from the way the bold emotion swam in his pretty eyes. There was just something about Gerard's gaze in general that made it easy for Frank to decipher his emotions, and Frank didn't think he'd ever been so good at reading anyone apart from maybe his dog. Gerard's eyes were also probably the only set of eyes that Frank had ever spent so much time trying to decipher. He wasn't an eye-freak or anything of the sort, well... he hoped at least, but Gerard's eyes reminded him of the vibrant colours of a new season, and who wouldn't want to stare at that all day?

God, now that he was reciting it, it sounded way too cheesy- cringy even, but Frank was practically the embodiment of cheesy and cringy so at this point he may as well just brush his own thoughts aside.