After The Break Up

Frank's P.O.V Time Lapse>>>>>>>>>> Three Months Later. I smiled as I watched Gerard sleeping on the couch. He was on his left side, resting his face on his hands on the couch arm. His legs were slightly bent. After the wedding, we'd agreed to go on honeymoon after he got better. My smile widened. I think it's time to arrange it now. I'll arrange it with the guy's. Surprise Gerard. I headed to the kitchen and took out my phone. Everyone's at the practice studio with Brian. They were working out ideas for the next tour. They intended putting it to me and Gerard later. When Gerard's up to it. I closed the kitchen door and sat at the table, scrolling down to Mikey's number and pressing dial. Mikey: "Hey, brother dearest. How's it hanging?" I shook my head. He'd been acting weird since me and Gerard got married. But never called me bro or bruv. That was saved for Gerard. Me: "Slightly to the left. Thanks for asking." Mikey:"What......eww. Frank, that's gross." I laughed. He's so easy. Me:"Now can we get off the subject of my wedding tackle? Which belongs to your brother, by the way...." Mikey:"Eww...Frank. Too much, man. My ears are burning. Fuck." Me:"Sorry. That's reserved for Gee too." I laughed again as Mikey made gagging noises and muttered profanities. Me:"Look, I had a genuine reason to call." Mikey:" I fucking hope so. You've scarred me for life." Me:"I have. Put the phone on loudspeaker. I need to talk to the guy's too." The phone clicked to signal he'd turned on loudspeaker. Mikey:"Your on." Bob:"What did you say to Mikey? He looks horrified." Mikey:"Drop it. Please?" I grinned at his pleading voice. Me:"Mikey was just enquiring about my wedding tackle. I told him it belongs to his brother. I think he also wanted a fuck. But as I pointed out. That's reserved for his brother too." Everyone laughed as Mikey gagged. Me:"Look, guy's. As fun as it is to torment Mikey, I need to talk to you about Gerard." Mikey:"Is something wrong with Gerard? Is he okay? What's happened?...." I heard the panic in his voice. So I spoke up, quickly. Me:"Gerard's fine....." I smirked. "...Actually he's so much more than fine." Mikey: "For the love of God." Everyone laughed. Ray:"So what's up, man?" Me:"Well, we agreed that we'd wait till Gerard's better before we go on honeymoon...." Brian:"So, you want us to help arrange a surprise honeymoon?" Me:"Yep. Got it in one." Mikey:"We'd love to." Me:" I was thinking somewhere with art galleries, comic book stores, a theatre, stuff like that." Ray:"So you want to honeymoon in Gerard's studio then?" I laughed. Me:"Sounds awesome. It'll save a ton of money." Bob: "I'm sure we can work something out between us." Gerard's P.O.V I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and curry. Okay. Two of my favourite things. I'm in heaven. I opened my eyes to see Frank stood infront of me with a tray. He put it on the coffee table and bent down to kiss me, briefly. "Hey, handsome." He said, smiling. "How did you sleep?" "Not too good." I sighed. The smile vanished and he frowned. "Why, baby? Nightmare?" I sighed again. "Not really." His frown deepened. "I....don't understand, baby. If you didn't have a nightmare....." "Well I dreamt that I was in our bed, dreaming about you......ya know?" I sighed. "But I woke up and you were....gone." He sat down on the edge of the couch. "Oh, honey." He soothed as he pushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "You dreamt that I died?" "No." I smirked. "I dreamt you'd gone to make me food and left me with a hard on." I gestured to the bulge in my jeans. "And you fucking did." He laughed. "You really had me going then." "You already had me going." I groaned as I grabbed his hand and rested it on the bulge. "I made you food and coffee." He said, rubbing me through the jeans. I reached for his belt. "I know but I'm so fucking horny." I whined as I unbuckled the belt. "We haven't been able to do much since I got shot. I really want to fuck you so bad." He stilled my hands as he looked down at me with concern. "But what about your wound? I don't want to hurt you." I smiled. "You won't, baby." I assured him. "If you go on all fours, you won't even touch it. So I'll be okay. Please baby? I really miss being inside you. The hand jobs and the blow jobs are fucking awesome. But I want more, baby. I want you. So fucking much." He smiled. "Fuck, baby." He groaned as he stripped, almost urgently. "That's what I'm hoping for." I smirked as I stripped too.

Notes

Poor Mikey. Frank's a pain. Lol. Love as always. xxx