You Won't Fuck My Friends

I awoke to the light streaming through the window and hissed slightly as my eyes seemed to burn.
"Nice to see you too!" Bert laughed and kissed my forehead, I smiled up at him lovingly.
I was lying with to the right of Bert with my head on his shoulder and my right arm stretching across his torso, his left hand was holding mine down at his waist and his other arm was around my shoulders, holding me close. I felt so safe and warm that I wanted to stay there forever. But no, Frank had to burst in at that moment, crashing the door and making my already aching head split.
"Calm yourself, Frankie." Bert grinned as I hissed again, he squeezed my hand and pulled me closer and Frank smiled apologetically.
"Sorry guys, I was just wanting to ask you a question but you're obviously, er," He paused, glancing at the lump in the duvet which was our bodies tangled together, "You're obviously busy."
"No, we're not actually," I said brightly, "We've just woken up, you can come join us if you want?"
I made to pull back the duvet, forgetting we were naked and Bert cried out as he snatched it back, making me jump. I almost fell out the bed but Bert's strong arms around me saved me and we both lay there giggling. Frank just shook his head and smiled, slightly sadly.
"I think I'll pass, but thanks." He replied, "I'm going to make some coffee anyway, you want any?"
"Yes please!" I sat up quickly, startling Bert and Frank laughed.
"If you make a pot please Frank, then we can pour ours out once we're up and all?" Bert said as he sat up next to me and ran his fingers through my hair.
Frank nodded and left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him. Bert continued running his fingers through my hair, playing with the slightly greasy strands and twisting them together before tugging them out straight again. I sat motionless and silent, enjoying it a lot more than I should have done, but not in a hot way - just in a loving sort of way.
"You have beautiful hair, Gerard." Bert whispered softly and I smiled, closing my eyes. "It's really soft and silky, but also kinda greasy and fuck, it's beautiful."
I giggled breathlessly and murmured a noise of appreciation.
"In fact, you're beautiful, never mind your hair." Bert breathed and I suddenly hugged him tightly. He didn't expect it but laughed and hugged me back just as tight, burying his face in my hair.
"I love you." He whispered, his voice slightly muffled.
"I love you too." I replied and hugged him even tighter. He tried to move away but I refused to let go, making him laugh.
"I love you more baby, but if we don't get up now then that coffee is gonna go cold." Bert grinned and I finally let him go. I reached down to the floor and picked up my dressing gown, I wrapped it around me then put on some boxers before tying it. Bert did the same next to me and we hopped out of bed once we were done.
The action made my head throb and my vision wavered, making me fall to my knees with a small whine. Bert was at my side immediately.
"Gerard. It's alright, look at me, we'll get you painkillers and coffee in a moment, it's fine."
I nodded with my eyes clenched tightly shut, trying not to submit to the pain that was battering my skull from the inside out. Bert took ahold of my lower arm and helped me up, I wobbled a bit once I was standing but took a deep breath and opened my eyes. He looked at me for confirmation and I nodded back, smiling, Bert smiled back at me, looking relieved. I felt for his hand and slid mine into it, he brushed the hair away from my face and leant down to kiss me before straightening up and walking through to the kitchen with me still holding onto him.
I leant against the counter as Bert poured the coffee into two mugs and set them down on the bunker, he walked over to me and placed his hands on my hips. He kissed the top of my head then lifted me so I was sitting on the counter, a little taller than he was, he then pressed his nose to mine as I smiled and blushed before reaching over for the coffee cups and passing me one.
I muttered a thanks as I raised the steamy liquid to my mouth, Bert opened a drawer beside me and pulled out a packet of little white tablets. He popped two out and handed them to me whilst he put the box back into the drawer and began to drink his own coffee. He leant next to where I was sitting and I absentmindedly stroked his hair, smiling for no reason.
"What you looking so happy for?" Bert asked, looking once his cup was empty.
"Because you're here." I replied vaguely staring into space, Bert smiled and rubbed my thigh before taking my now empty cup and placing both of them by the sink.
"How're you feeling now?" Bert asked after a moment, helping me down from the counter.
"Mm'kay." I replied, letting myself slide along the floor as I stepped forwards.
"You sure?" Bert pressed, laughing at me slipping around the kitchen.
"Yep! I'm good!" I chirped, and he smiled. I slid into him, knocking him to the wall accidently and crashing into his chest.
"Come here you!" He growled and made to grab me. I screeched and ran across the kitchen, smashing into a cupboard on the other side and crashed into the back of me. I yelped at the contact and yelped a second time as Bert pinched the back of my leg. I whipped around and Bert smirked at me, raising his hands then suddenly grabbing my waist.
"Don't tickle me." I whispered breathlessly, "Don't you fucking dare tickle me."
Bert bit his lip as he grinned and began to tickle me ruthlessly, I weakly slid to the ground protesting and laughing at the same time as he laughed too. I lay on my back kicking my legs and squealing as he continued to tickle me, I was saved by Frank's arrival.
"Would you guys mind keeping it down a little?" Frank asked as Bert heaved me into a sitting position, both of us gasping for breath, "I'm trying to work through there."
"Okay we shall, sorry," Bert panted and I giggled a little, "We should probably get some breakfast anyway."
Frank nodded and Bert stood up, pulling me with him. We followed Frank through, Bert grabbing some food on the way, and the three of us sat around the table. Frank went back to his laptop to continue working and Bert began to pour cereal.
"What do you want, Gerard?" Bert asked as he pushed the full bowl to the side.
"I'm not wanting anything thanks." I said as I watched Frank work, his hair hiding his face slightly.
"You should eat something, Gerard." Frank said, without looking up from the computer.
"No, I'm good thanks." I replied as Bert flicked his eyes from me to Frank and back again.
"Gerard, please, it's not good for you to skip meals." He tried again, still not looking up.
"I'm not hungry to be honest." I said, tearing my eyes away from Frank to stare at the table.
"Gee?" Bert said softly, I looked up, "Baby, please eat something?"
I sighed, "Alright then." And accepted the bowl of muesli he passed to me.
Frank moved his eyes from the screen to me, and watched me for a moment, a strange look upon his face, before going back to his work.
"So how did yous feel about last night then?" Bert asked, as I ate a spoonful of the cereal.
"It was great!" I exclaimed, my eyes bright.
"Yeah, it was good I guess." Frank said, sounding a little vague and unsure.
"So you up for doing it again tonight then?" Bert laughed, looking at the both of us.
"FUCK YES!" I yelled and punched the air as Bert grinned at me.
Frank sighed and nodded, pushing his laptop away and pulling a bowl of cereal towards him. He didn't eat however, only sat and stared thoughtfully at me, an unreadable expression on his face. Although I wasn't entirely sure, I would have possibly guessed that it was sadness, like he felt sorry for me.

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