We sat in his kitchen for a pretty long time. I rocked slowly, cradling him in my arms like he was a little kid. He was so short, bless him, he fit quite nicely in my arms. Like he belonged there. The thought made me smile. It felt anazing just to hold him, sat in the peaceful silence at his dining table. But after I while, the cold began to get me. That late at night, it wasn't exactly warm out. I shivered, despite being fully clothed. Frank must have been freezing, I thought, in a t-shirt and his boxers. Time to move, apparently. I kissed his head. "Hey," I whispered. He didn't move. Frowning, I tilted to look at his face, and had to hold back,laughter. He'd fallen asleep, right there in my arms, curled up in my embrace. He looked adorable, his face relaxed and vulnerable in slumber. Smiling softly, I stood, holding him clpse still. I wasn't the strongest guy in the world, so I stood for a moment getting used to his weight, before heading slowly to the stairs. I climbed them pretty clumsily, i have to admit, trying to hold him securely, but he got jostled more than I would have liked. He didn't wake up, thankfully, despite his earlier claims at being a light sleeper, and I made it to his room with him still softly snoring into my chest. I pushed the door open with my foot, grateful that it wasn't closed properly, and headed to the bed where I laid him gently down. I had to prise his fingers from my shirt where he'd been clutching it, and place them carefully at his sides. I looked at him for a moment, and couldn't resist leaning down and kissing his forehead gently. At the light contact, his eyelids fluttered. Oops. He opened his eyes slowly and blinked, glancing around. "Gerard...?" He slurred my name, muffled by sleep. I smiled at him gently. "You fell asleep downstairs, sorry I woke you," I murmured. He looked at me for a moment, before curling himself up. Awww. "Mmm... s'okay," he mumbled. I laughed, brushed back the long part of his hair, and straightened up to return to his spare room. Before I could move, though, he caught my hand in his own. I glanced down in surprise. "Stay here," he said without opening his eyes. "What?" I was shocked. "Stay... please," he whispered. "Sleep here." I stared for a moment, then slowly, hesitantly, I lay down beside him and faced him. He smiled, watching through half-open eyes, and then he moved so that his back was to me and he was snuggled into my chest. I laughed and wrapped my arms arms around his frame, pulling him in tightly and drifting off to sleep. *******TIME LAPSE******* Frank's stirring roused me out of sleep the next morning. I opened my eyes and he flipped around to look at me. "Morning," I yawned, making him giggle. "Good morning," he returned. I smiled, and he surprised me by propping himself up on his elbows and leaning down to press our lips together. I welcomed his mouth, and pulled him until he laid on top of me, not breaking our kiss. Our tongues danced elegantly, our lips twisted in sync. It was an excellent way to wake up. Frank eventually pulled back, and I traced his swollen lips with my fingertip. He smiled against my skin.,"Gee..." His voice was low and... nervous? "Yes?" I replied carefully. "Well... um, I was thinking... would you..." He blushed furiously. "Willyoubemyboyfriend?" He said the question all in one breath. I stared at him. His blush spread deeper over his face, darkening as his embarassment increased. I grinned at him. "Of course I will, Frankie." His entire face lit up, and I laughed and hugged him. "As if you even needed to ask," I muttered into his hair, faking a sulk. He giggled and replied, "I wasn't sure if you would want to... Since you keep trying to leave and everything..." He trailed off. I stilled, and pushed him back to look him square in the face. "Frank, I tried to leave because I was worried about you... I didn't want you hurt. I care about you, Frank, like a lot. Please don't be offended, I was honestly doing it for your sake." I bit my lip, holding his gaze and searching his face. His expression softened and he laid back down to cuddle me. I gladly obliged, pulling him as close as I could as lacing my fingers with his. I could have stayed there forever, but time caught up, of course. I began to get panging hunger pains, and I'm pretty sure I heard Frank's stomach gurgle. I stood up, and I swung Frank into my arms, bridal-style. He squeaked. "Gee, put me down dude, what the fuck?" I just smirked at him, and carried him out of him bedroom. He protested all the way down the stairs, but I ignored him and carried on walking. Eventually, we hit the kitchen, where I sat him in a chair before straightening up. He was watching me, eyebrows raised. "Was there a purppse behind that?" He asked. I shrugged. "Not really," I answered, grinning. "Just kinda felt like it. I carried you to bed last night, too." He rolled his eyes and I laughed at his expression, before turning to face his kitchen. "What do you want forbreakfast?" I asked. I rubbed my hands together and then I felt his arms encircle me from behind. He kissed the side of my neck. "Considering you have no idea where anything is... how do you plan on making me breakfast?" I scowled at him. " I was trying to be cute. Thatnks for ruining it," I accused. He smirked. "You're already cute, Gerard. You don't have to try."

Notes

Bit filler-y, isnt it? But I'm planning something big for the next chapter, and I wanted it to kind of... Flow right, I guess. If you don't like fluffy stuff, I'm really sorry, but I just love writing it. Fluff and angst, thats my thing, in case you all didnt notice already :D Paranoia Violence out xø