Frank’s POV
“Gerard get up! Come on! Get up, get up, get up!” I jump on the bed enthusiastically.
“Frank,” Gerard whines grumpily. “It’s too early for this!”
“Don’t be silly, Gee!” I chastise, attempting to pull him out of bed by the arms. I dig my heels into the carpet and keep dragging until he flops from the warm cottony duvet and onto the floor like a ragdoll.
“Ugh!” he moans, throwing an arm over his eyes dramatically.
“If you don’t get up right now I’m going to have to tie your wrists and drag you down the stairs, Gerard.” I threaten mock-seriously.
“Kinky,” He replies, smirking.
“Oh, fuck you.” I sigh.
“That’s an idea,” he quips.
“Gerard!” I squawk.
“Boys!” Mum calls out. “Breakfast is ready!”

I bound down the stairs eagerly, Gerard following behind me in a sulky mood. I guess its cause I woke him up so early. Mikey is already seated at the kitchen table when we arrive, and jumps up when he sees us walk in.
“Happy Birthday, Gee!” he cries, pouncing on to Gerard.
“Morning to you too,” he replies with a stunned expression on his face.
“Happy Birthday,” Mum says warmly from over at the stove.
“Thank you, Mrs Iero.”
“You can call me Linda, you know that right?”
“Yes ma’am,” Gerard smiles.

Mum settles a plate of pancakes onto the table that takes us about two minutes to eat (or inhale in Gerard’s case). Then she sits down at the table with a steamy cup of tea and clears her throat. Almost instantly, nerves start to flutter in my stomach. I really hope this was the right choice.

Mikey hops up from the table and goes to retrieve the little blue booklet that we had for Gerard. He returns soon after, the little logo on the booklet drawing a curious glance from Gerard. Mikey places it in front of Gerard, who looks up at us inquisitively.

“Open it,” Mum encourages.

He does, folding back the cover to reveal a newspaper clipping of a property, and virtually a whole novel of paperwork underneath it. There was also a sterling silver key taped onto the inside.

“Is…is this?” Gerard stutters speechlessly.
“Mhm,” I nod. “It’s your own apartment.”
“Holy shit,” he breathes.
“Gerard!” Mum scolds with a snort. Gerard flushes red.

He takes out the clipping to examine the photo of the property for rent. Then he reads the list of specs, and thumbs through the paper work.
“Only one neighbor, thank god.” He chuckles.
“Yeah we figured you wouldn't want to be surrounded by people, you fucking hermit.” I giggle.
“Frank you know not to use that sort of language in my house,” Mum reprimands but then laughs. “Oh, fuck it.”
We all gasp in reaction to the outburst.
“Mother!” I exclaim, slapping a hand to my chest as though I am extremely offended.

After Gerard has thanked us an infinite amount of times, he takes me by the hand and leads us upstairs. Before the door has even clicked closed Gerard has pushed me up against it, smashing his lips to mine almost bruisingly. He places one warm hand so that it is delicately cupping my jaw, the other pressing our bodies closer by the small of my back. He flickers his tongue against my bottom lip so I part my lips for him, letting him explore my mouth. We kiss like this for a while, then he slips both his hands down to my thighs and lifts me off the ground. I immediately wrap my legs around him and he stumbles backwards until we fall onto the bed, breaking our kiss only momentarily.

I change positions so that I am leaning over Gerard and straddling him, our mouths still connected. Gerard’s hands trace up and down my back, his nails occasionally digging into my skin through the t-shirt and making me whimper. I push myself further down on Gerard so that our chests are touching, separated only by the material of our t-shirts. He slips his hands under my t-shirt and tugs upwards on it; alarm bells ring through my head that he’s about to see me shirtless: i.e. half naked.
“Gerard,” I say, eyes stupidly filling with tears.
“Oh my god, Frankie I’m so sorry! What did I do?” he asks urgently.
“Nothing, I just…I dunno. I don’t want you to see me without a shirt on. You’d…It’s dumb but you’d hate me if you did.”
“Frankie,” he coos softly. “Your worth has nothing to do with what you’ve got under your clothes baby. If you think I’d hate you for a little bit of chub, you must be insane.” He laughs. “Besides, it’d take a lot more than that to put me off of you. I love you too much.”

I smile tearily at him, then pull away to take the shirt off completely.

As soon as I finish we are connected again; Gerard's warm hands sending shivers down my spine, our bare chests flush against each other. He plays with the waistband of my jeans a little, and then rolls us over so that he can undo them. Gerard pushes the denim all the way to my ankles so that I can kick them off while he yanks his shirt over his head.

He sinks down over me and rests his forehead against mine, our lips almost touching but not quite. I breathe in the minimal air in the space between us, feeling dizzy and light headed. Gerard kisses me briefly on the mouth and then trails his lips across my jawline, flicking his tongue against my skin. I let out an involuntary whine and tip my head back against the mattress.
“How the f-fuck…Are y-you…Oh my lord!” I stutter nonsensically.

I reach my hands up and tangle them in Gerard’s soft raven hair, pulling and raking my fingers against his scalp. Gerard nips the porcelain skin on my jaw bone one final time before licking a stripe down to my collarbone, where he dips his tongue in the hollow of my collarbone and scrapes his teeth across the bone whilst nibbling faintly.
“You’re gonna be marked up real pretty, Frankie,” Gerard rasps.
I tilt my head back further, letting my eyes slip closed and knotting my fingers in his hair.
“Jesus Gerard,” I murmur breathily.

I take both my hands from his chaotic hair and pull his chin upwards, then kiss him insistently. Gerard snakes both arms underneath me and arches my body closer to his, his knee pressing into the bulge between my thighs and oh my god. I push Gerard off of me without warning so that he tumbles over onto the other side of the mattress, and then pounce back on him so that I'm on top. I seal our lips together once again and blindly work my fingers on loosening the button of his pants.

The button pops undone so that I can push the material down to his mid-thigh. I gently place a hand over his erection, palming him softly and drawing muffled groans from him.
“Frankie,” he pants.
I press my palm harder into his crotch, making Gerard writhe.
“Say my name again,” I demand, unexpectedly controlling.
“Frank!” he gasps.

I kiss him sloppily and, whilst doing so, slip my boxers down so that I am completely naked. Gerard eagerly does the same to his own pair.
“Frank,” he says breathlessly. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I do want to, Gee. I love you so much.” I reply equally breathlessly, gazing into those hazel eyes that had captured me from the very start.
Gerard’s epic smile threatens to over spill from his face and stain the sheets in colour.
“Then we’re going to make this the best night ever.” He pronounces, sealing his lips to mine once more.

Notes

Yoooo holy shit I finally wrote some smut what is this :O I dunno about this one though cos I find the whole idea of sex kinda icky and so it probably sounds rly cringey and awkward but I tried for you guys anyways ^-^ That's why I cut it short and didn't include all the gory details since it's just not comfortable for me at all and also why it took so long
I wanted to get it perfect so it took a while and is still rly bad sry

- Run Bunny x