Sugar, You'll Be Okay (Frerard)

"You still love me?" Gerard murmured, cuddling closer to Frank on their bed. They had fallen asleep wrapped in each other's arms, like Gerard wished he could every night. Nothing sexual needs to happen, he just loves waking up to Frank besides him. It made the older feel secure, especially since Bert usually had a cigarette after sex and then left. I mean, the least he could do was offer Gerard one...right? Then again, it is Bert McCracken we were talking about.
"Always, baby." Frank whispered into the soft black hair on his boyfriend's head. He loved Gerard's hair. It was always soft, even when Gerard goes weeks without showering. No, it wasn't the most pleasant to run his hands through, but it was soft.
"How, though? I'm you thirty-year-old, good for nothing, use to be crack head English teacher." Gerard sighed, leaning away from Frank's arms.
"Gee, don't talk about yourself like that." Frank whispered shakily. He didn't know what to do, what could he do? For a long time the things coming out of Gerard's mouth had been drilled into both of their head's.
"That's it, though, Frank!" Gerard almost sounded gleeful at his discovery and it broke Frank's heart. "I'm a good for nothing faggot, Frankie!" Gerard chirped.
'Gerard, baby, we are good for nothing." Frank nodded, slightly fearing that the older man was actually going insane. Even just the tiniest bit. Frank was on his knees now, with Gerard, facing his lover, his hands on the older man's face. "We're good for nothing but each other." Frank nodded. "Baby, you're my world. I love you. You can draw like you're the next fucking Picaso and you can sing like the next Michael Jackson, or David Bowie. I love you, the students love you, and even if that's not good enough, Mikey loves you too. That kid really looks up to you."
"That kid is older than you." Gerard giggled. "But, I'm so dirty, babe. How could anyone love this mess?"
"You're a hot mess, Mr. Way, and honestly, the only hope for me is you."
"Frank, I fucking love you." Gerard sighed, taking the smaller boy into his arms. "You're too good for me."
"Too good yet not good enough." Frank sighed out in a way Gerard chose to ignore. Instead, he needed a way to prove to Frank that he was the best thing that's gotten into him since crack.
Now, Gerard supposes comparing his kid boyfriend to crack wasn't the best idea, but it was true. The kid was addictive and gave him a rush like nothing else, Frank was simply perfection.

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