It's Not a Fashion Statement

gerards pov
“FUCK-“
I stir awake and look around the room carefully, blinking a few times and letting my eyes adjust to the dim light filing in from around the blinds.
I turn my head to where the noise came from, expecting Frankie to be lying next to me, but instead the space is empty.
“I swear to god I’m so done with this fucking cast-“
“Erm… Frankie?” I ask, curious as to where the muttering and cursing is coming from.
“Ugh, I’m down here-“ he replies, as I lean over the side of the bed to find him lying on the floor just looking up at the ceiling.
“Why are you on the floor?”
“Oh yeah, I just decided the floor was so much comfier than the bed so I just felt like lying down here-“ he rolls his eyes and scowls, which makes me chuckle.
“You fell out of bed?“
“Well I guess I could’ve prevented it, but, I couldn’t like stop myself from falling because of this dumbass cast-“
He throws his hands around in frustration, and then angrily gestures to the thick cast on his wrist, scoffing and cursing.
“Awh baby, come here,” I coo, sliding off the bed and picking him up like he’s a small child, as if I’m cradling him in my arms. He is pretty small and pretty light so it’s easily doable.
“Gerard put me down! I’m not even joking-“
“You’re so cute Frankie,”
I continue, lifting him up over my bare shoulder as he squeals and kicks his legs around like he’s a five year old.
“What the fuck how are you so strong…” he laughs, as I start making my way downstairs whilst he’s still around my shoulders.
“I’m not, you’re just really light and small and tiny…”
“Gerard have you even seen your muscles they’re like fucking huge you could lift a house or something if you wanted to,”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Okay, maybe not, but they’re just like perfect like everything else about you- ah!” he squeals when I lift him over my head and drop him onto the big, cushion sofa, as I then push him down and attach my lips to his.
His hands travel around my shirtless chest (well one hand as his other is thick with bandages), as I do the same but under his thick sweatshirt. I gently hold the side of his face with one hand and I mess with his hair with my other, kneeling over his lap and slowly grinding on him, as melts under my touch and into the cushions.
“Mhm gee, s’good-“ he moans, after pulling away for air. I pull his sweatshirt off over his head so he’s shirtless too.
He wraps his hand around my neck and into the back of my hair, as he tugs slightly and pulls me back to his lips, kissing me slowly and softly, yet passionate and full of lust. I kiss back slowly, tilting my head slightly and rubbing my hands up and down his sides, feeling his soft, warm skin and his perfect slight curves.
I pull away and attach my mouth to his shoulder, lightly biting down as he squirms under me, his hand tangling in my hair and pulling on it, causing me to moan out and cuss.
“Gee, you’re so pretty…” he breathes out, whimpering as I move my mouth to his hip bone, and I lick a stripe over it, tickling his skin with my tongue.
I seal my mouth around the prominent bone and suck, as he moans out and starts to rub himself through his boxers, his hair falling in front of his eyes and his head leaning back into the cushions, and just the sight of him this needy makes my mouth water.
I close my eyes and bite down on the soft flesh, whilst he withers under me, running his graceful fingers along my jawline and feeling around my collarbones.
“Hey, gee, oh my god-“ frank and I both instantly stop what we’re doing and snap our heads around to see Mikey standing in the doorway to my lounge with a bag of groceries and his mouth ajar in shock.
“Mikey what the fuck are you doing here?” I ask, not too happy about our activities being disturbed.
“I was grocery shopping decided to say hi as you live like round the corner, but I didn’t expect to walk in on this.” He replies, still stood still in the doorway.
“You didn’t think to knock?” I practically shout, as frank reaches over to grab his hoodie and cover himself. He still has boxers on, but I guess in front of my brother who he’s only met a few times I can understand how uncomfortable he must feel.
“I did... like 10 times.”
“Did it not occur to you I might actually be busy?”

He shrugs and then drops his shopping and sits himself down on the sofa, reaching for the TV remote.
“I’m not used to you having someone to actually do that sort of stuff with-“
“So?! And now you just let yourself in and watch tv? We were kind of busy,”
I state, standing up and brushing my messy hair out of my eyes, giving Frankie an apologetic look, as he just shrugs and stand up, heading to the kitchen.
“You’re lucky I wasn’t fucking him into the sofa when you walked in.”
I scowl at him, giving him a light slap on the face as I walk past.

“Ooh, I see you bought us some groceries, how considerate baby brother,” I continue, picking up one of his grocery bags and taking it into the kitchen.
“What ever you take, you owe me double-“ he shouts from the room opposite.
“I think you’ll find you owe us, you kind of just interrupted something very important.” I shout back, leaning over the counter and glaring at him.
I hear Frankie giggle from behind me, as he wraps his arms around my waist and leans his chin on my shoulder. I turn my head and give him a quick peck on the lips before unpacking Mikey's shopping, for myself. I actually really need to go food shopping but I honestly can't be bothered, so this is just an excuse to steal his and not have to buy it myself.

Notes

god i'm honestly so sorry, i will start posting proper chapters tomorrow or something, ik it's so short and really crap and only a filler, but i'm just kind of struggling with a few things at the moment and i'm just so sorry i'm not quite up to writing today but i felt like i should. i promise ill actually try to write something good for once tomorrow or something idk im just feeling really shitty atm and i hope you guys understand sorry fuck