Because I'm Broken

Gerard's POV:

*a few weeks later*

I looked over at Frank. He was asleep, in nothing but boxers. We watched every Tim Burton movie he had last night. Which was every Tim Burton movie. Unfortunately, we fell asleep halfway through the fifth movie, me after him. I had made my coffee and eaten a bowl of cereal. Ideas ran through my mind. One idea stuck out the most, like a rebellious nail in a chunk of wood. I pushed it aside, but it still stuck out. I tried focusing on other things. Frank looks adorable while sleeping. His mouth holds its place in a slight smirk. He covers his eyes with one arm, and leans his head on another. He breathes through his nose. And he stays like that all night. I have pictures of him sleeping from the past 10 years, so another wouldn't hurt. I took out my phone amd snapped a picture. The noise awakened him.
"Hm?" He said in a groggy voice.
"It's me, baby" I whispered. He smiled. "Would you like something to eat?" He nodded with his eyes still closed. "Will you pour me Lucky Charms, Geebear?" I nodded. Just like it always has, him saying 'Geebear' flooded me with warmth and happiness. I kissed the tip of his nose and made him cereal.

FRANK'S POV:

click.

I jolted awake. Gee stood in front of me, wearing a shirt and boxers. I wish he wasn't so insecure about his torso, he's honestly perfect. He's got the vertical line of a blossoming six pack, and the rest of his chest is flat as a flat wall. Wow, Frank, way to compare. I flashed back to the scary time where his stomach was hollowed out. Around the release of the Black Parade, he began to starve himself. I forced food down his throat, and he's never tried anything again.

"Hm?" I asked, still half asleep.

"It's me, baby," he whispered to me softly. I smiled. His voice was heavenly, even when he says three simple words.

GERARD'S POV:

As I made Frankie his cereal, that damned idea kept poking through my mind. I looked back at my love. He was not-so-discreetly staring at my ass.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said, "I just love your ass." I thought about when we would tour. He was always grabbing my ass, and smacking it. I think his handprints are permanently there. I brought him his cereal.
"Thanks babe. Did you eat?" He asked.
"Yeah, I had the same thing and some coffee."
"You sure?" He was always skeptical of my eating habits, after my brief waltz with anorexia. I nodded.
"Take off your shirt," he said. Thoughts rushed through my mind. I'm too fat. I'm huge. I can't torture Frankie's eyes like that. He kissed me suddenly.
"You're perfect, Geebear. Take it off." I crumbled at the nickname, like always. He traced a line I had below my belly button.
"This is the beginning of a six pack," he said. I just looked at him. He shoved some cereal in his mouth. After he had finished his food. He looked at me. Did I do something?
"What do you want to do today?" Frankie asked. I shrugged. I wanted to go swimming. But then the idea came back. Why wouldn't it leave me alone?! Anyway, if I did go swimming, I'd be wet. I don't like to be wet. Only when I shower.
"Let's take a drive," Frankie said. "To an amusement park." I widened my eyes, staring into his beautiful hazel ones. An amusement park. People.
"I don't know, Frankie."
"C'mon, Geebear, I need to do something out of the ordinary, like skydiving or bungee jumping. A good roller coaster would do, though." Suddenly, I knew where he was coming from.
"Okay," I said, "but when we get home, we are so having sex." He laughed.
"Deal."

Notes

Well. What do you think Gee's idea is? Should I write the smut?
-Cai :)