Frankie Baby

My eyes snapped open and II sprung up from the couch when Frank’s warmth was missing from my arms. I whipped my head from side to side scouring the empty living room. My heart was racing and the room spun from getting up too quickly. My tense demenor relaxed when I heard Frank’s soft humming and the smell of pancakes. A soft sizzle sound filled the air. The radio was playing quiet Christmas carols , which I hated with a passion. Stupid jingles that got stuck in my head for at least a week. The cheesy singers sounded like death against Frank’s humming. I rubbed my head to reduce the spinning , while running a hand through my tangled hair. I sighed quietly and slipped on a pair of boxers on while walking to the kitchen doorway. I stopped and lent against the kitchen doorway , taking in the scene in front of me. The smirk that pulled at my lips was impossible to stop. Frank wore his red plaid boxers with my over sized pullover , covering a majority of his body. He was bustling around the stove , humming and carefully flipping the pancakes. Our clothes were picked up from the hallway and the potted plant’s dirt was cleaned. An amazing smell curled into my nostrils. He had his back to me and to top off the wonderful sight , an apron was strung around his waist and neck. I smiled when he lifted the spatula in the air and hummed a high note on one of the carols. I couldn’t resist not hugging him , he was just so adorable. I quietly stalked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist , putting my chin on his shoulder. He jumped when I wrapped my arms around him and made a surprised squeak. “Gerard! Jesus Christ!” he gasped clutching his chest. I chuckled and kissed his neck. “Whats cookin good lookin?” I drawled. He giggled at my corny line , making me smile into his neck. “Pancakes.” he giggled out leaning his body against mine slightly , pressing against my morning wood. “hmm. Whats this for?” I mumbled , toying with the apron’s strings. “Oh um-,” he flipped a pancake , interupting himself. “I didn’t want to get this sweater dirty from the batter, so.” he trailed off shifting the pancake on the pan. “S’cute.” I nuzzled his neck , closing my eyes , comfortable against his body. I breathed in his wonderful smelling shampoo from the corner of his neck. He sighed and put his hand on mine , caressing my scabbed knuckles with his thumb. We stood there for a while. Me dozing off on Frank’s comfy shoulder and him humming again, flipping the pancakes. Suddenly he took his hand off my knuckles and pulled away gently , shutting off the stove. “Done!” he exclaimed , walking off with a plate of pancakes setting them on the kitchen table. I sighed and lazily opened the cabinet , pulling out two plates and forks. I set them on the wooden table and dropped myself into the chair next to his. It was beyond me how he was so happy in the morning. He smiled graciously at the steaming pancakes and stabbed one with a fork. I drowsily gazed at his lips as he ran his tongue over them. Shivers ran down my spine just watching the innocent gesture. Almost automatically I reached over and gripped his chin gently , guiding his lips to mine. I sighed through my nose when our lips collided. He smiled behind the kiss and entwined his fingers in my hair. He pulled away , flushed , when I ran my tongue over his lip. I groaned in frustration when he giggled and took a bite into his pancake. I stabbed a pancake and and took a bite of it. It was probably the best pancake i’ve ever eaten. Cooked to perfection and fluffy. “These are fuckin amazing.” I exclaimed with my mouth full of pancake. He shot me a playful glare , and then I immediately shut my mouth. He hated it when I spoke with my mouth full. He giggled and I rolled my eyes shoveling another half of pancake into my mouth. Another reason to promise myself to Frank Iero. He’s a wonderful cook. I couldn’t cook for my life. The one time I attempted to cook popcorn , I almost burnt the house down. I chuckled and stiffed another pancake in my mouth. I looked over to Frank who was watching me with his perfect eyebrows arched. I held the piece of pancake by my open mouth. Slowly I put the pancake in my mouth , Frank giggling as I ate in slow motion. “You’re an idiot , Gerard.” He snickered and chewed daintily on his pancake , turning away. We ate for a bit , me practically inhaling the whole plate of pancakes while Frank only eating two. “I miss you.” I whined while pulling him onto my lap. He sighed and settled himself on my lap , his arms draped around my neck. I slid my fingers under the thick knit of the sweater and squeezed his slightly chubby hips. “This is better.” I smirked. He squirmed a bit and grinned. His smile made my heart beat faster in my chest. I sighed and grinned as I watched him settle back onto my lap , playing with the strands of hair on at back of my neck. “You are so beautiful.” I sighed. The morning sun hit his face perfectly , making his hazel eyes lighter. Specks of dust floated around his head and his tousled hair was outlined with light. I took a mental picture of this moment , drinking in his overall gorgeousness. It was perfect , the comforting smell of pancakes hung in the air. Soft Christmas music played in the back round, as much as I hated it , it was filling. The sunlight made him look more angelic than he already did. “So beautiful.” I repeated quietly , my thumb caressing his cheek. The blush on his face was glorious and he turned his head away , avoiding eye contact. I couldn’t wrap my head around his shyness and modesty. He was , in my view , the definition of beauty. He just didn’t see it. At all. It was baffling that he was completely blind towards his looks. “Why don’t you believe me , sugar?” I whispered tracing his prominet jaw line. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly and shrugged. His gaze was intent on the floor. “Look at me , Frankie Baby. Please.” I begged quietly. He sighed and looked up at me. He had a thin film of water covering his precious eyes. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him soft lips quickly. “Every inch of you is beautiful.” I kissed him again. “Its weird to see someone so..so..” I drifted off scrambling to put my emotions into a sentence. “Someone so fucking angelic completely blind to their looks.” I wrapped my arms around him , his small smaller hands pressed flat against my chest. His face was pressed flush in the crook of my neck. “I love you.” I sighed in defeat unknowing what to say, rubbing his curved back. “I love you too Gerard.” he whispered into my neck , his words a bit muffled. I squeezed him tight against my body , vowing I would make him feel beautiful one day.

Notes

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