Frank Stop Staring

The next morning came, and luckily for them it was a Saturday.
Frank stirred in his sleep as Gerard cuddled him like a teddy bear, resting his head in the slope of Frank's neck.
Once Gerard's breath began to tickle his throat, Frank tugged on Gerard's sleeve (that happened to be so conveniently placed across his belly).
"Gee...," Frank started, "You're tickling me, stahp." Frank giggled.
"Am I?" Gerard smiled, holding Frank even closer.
"Yes." Frank tried to escape as he spoke, but Gerard had a good grip on him.
Suddenly Gerard got on top of Frank and lavishly tickled his stomach.
Frank screamed, "I'm gonna pee myself! STAHP!"
Gerard continued, feeling his stomach hurt from so much laughing, "Oh yea...you're just saying that so that I'll stop. Prove it."
"I-swear-to-fucking-god-Gerard, I will pee on this bed if you don't stop." Frank threatened.
Gerard chuckled, "You're hot when you're mad. You know that?"
"Yeah, well it won't be so hot when you have piss all over you..." Frank turned away.
He faced away from Gerard as Gerard stopped and waited for Frank to look at him.
"Oh come on, Frankie...don't be mad." Gerard begged.
Frank shrugged, still not turning around.
"Come on, I'm sorry," he paused, "I won't do it again-- I swear."
Frank still didn't turn around.
"I wanna see that cute little face of yours," Gerard smiled, "Pleas-s-e." He said with a toothy grin.
Frank waited a little longer before acting on his plan. Once he felt it was the right time to do it he jumped on top of Gerard, staring at the surprised Gerard.
Frank attached his lips to Gerard's, making out ruggedly. Then Gerard ran his fingertips through Frank's hair, not even needing a second to figure out what was going on. Frank moaned lightly when their lips parted, but only for a split second and then they were at it again. In less than a minute Frank's shirt was lying on the floor as Gerard glided his fingers over Frank's burning hot skin. Just as Gerard was taking off his boxers, the doorbell rang, both of them starting to sigh.
"I'll get it." Frank said as he got up and put his shirt on.
He made his way to the door, looking through the peeking hole, but he didn't know who it was. Frank decided to still open it.
Before Frank could even get a "who are you," out, he was up against the wall getting choked by the man.
Frank struggled to breathe, and barely got out a whisper, "Ger-rar-d...hel-p..."
The oxygen in his blood was decaying, his eyes were growing bloodshot.
As Gerard listened, he realized there wasn't any talking, any. He got up and slowly tip toed out.
He could see from the corner of his eye Frank tugging on the man's shirt as he was getting choked on the wall. There was only one person it could be, and Gerard knew that back better than anyone's.
Gerard came out, quietly went to the kitchen, grabbed a pot, then went right behind him. He then whacked the man with the pot, knocking him unconscious and Frank fell forward gasping for air. It felt like years since he last saw him, but it was only in the span of twenty seconds.
"Frank, Frank! I'm so sorry, oh my god..." Gerard got out, finally realizing what he just did.
Frank fell into Gerard's arms, crying his heart out.
"It's okay, Frank, I-I have you." Gerard sniffled, feeling scared himself.
They cried in each other's arms, both just terrified that they could've lost one another.
"I-I thought I was gonna die." Frank admitted. He hated when his voice quivered, and he hated crying in front of people but here he was doing all of it.
Gerard petted his head, "I thought so too."
He was filled with so much hatred that he realized Frank didn't know who was choking him but Gerard knew.
It could only be Bert.

Notes

All my updates are hella short but I don't like dragging on a chapter, you know?

-XOXO Fqomb.