I Hope You Sing Along And You're Still Alive

“Extremely tired.” I said, pushing him back and snuggling into his side, grinning as he sighed and put his arm around me and to pull the blanket over us.
He hummed while I fell asleep, stroking my hair and keeping me close to him.
“Frankie?” He asked as I was closing my eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Are you um, I mean, do you like-“
I cut him off. “Gerard. Yes, I’m gay. I thought you realised that when I kissed you back. And yes, I do like you.”
His grip around me tightened and I could see the faint outline of his smile right before his lips ghosted over mine. He pulled away and peppered my neck with kisses.
“You jerk, you’re tickling me.” I said, laughing and pushing him away.
“You freaking love it, shut up. “ He said, pinning down my arms and kissing the tip of my nose.
“Not as much as I love sleep.” I pushed him off and curled up next to him, putting my hand on his chest so I could make sure he was actually real.
“You don’t love me more than sleep?” Gerard asked, pulling me closer into him.
“Of course I do, you idiot.” I said, flicking the side of his head.
“Mmmhmm. How long have you liked me?” He asked.
My eyes widened and I could feel the blush going across my face.
“Since I was 13.” I said, biting my lip.
“Really? I have you beat. I liked you since you were 12 and you couldn’t shut up about how much you wanted tattoos. Once I imagined how amazing they’d look on you I was crazy about you.”
My heart sped up, making me wonder if he could hear it.
“Now I realised that I loved you last year. I wanted to murder that group of arrogant, close-minded homophobes when I saw them beating you up. I meant what I said, Frankie. I’ll never let them hurt you ever again.”

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