Art is the Weapon Against Highschool as a Symptom

(THIRD PERSON POV) The moment the door slammed, Gerard leaned back against the couch, smirking. "Gerard, next time you're planning on waking me up like this, could you do it where your brother can't see?" "It was totally hot. Besides, it's not like I was grabbing your- you know what, you're the one who woke me up in the first place." Frank leaned forward and shoved Gerard's shoulder, sending the older Way brother falling to the floor, where he lay on his side and batted his eyelashes. "Oh, Frankie, you know what it does to me when you get dominant...." Laughing, Frank slid off of the couch to join Gerard on the floor. "How about instead of being a filthy tease, we make use of being left alone for a few minutes and play Mario Kart?" "What a typical teenager you are, Frank, getting me all alone in a locked room so you can get your filthy hands all over my Mario Kart controller." Gerard moaned overdramatically, throwing his head back and pulling at Frank's shirt before his face cracked into a grin. Frank swatted at his hands, giggling, as Gerard slid them up under the other boy's shirt to tickle him. There was a knock at the door, and Pete's voice called "HEY, WHO TOPS? USE PROTECTION!", and you could actually hear the winking emoji in his voice. Like, actually sense it's physical presence. For real. Frank took a moment to shove Gerard's hands back and catch his breath before answering. "WELL, I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE EXPECTING BUT I'M WINNING AT MARIO KART!" Pete and Ray had a whispered conversation in the hallway outside the door before Ray replied. "MIKEY WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU ARE CURRENTLY OR PLAN ON IN THE NEAR FUTURE DOING ANYTHING OF THE SEXUAL VARIETY TO AND/OR WITH EACH OTHER." Frank started giggling uncontrollably as Gerard turned bright red, stuttering in indignation. "I- I'm not-! I'm not- we're not! I wouldn- well, I would, but- I'm not!" Frank was gasping for breath at this point, rolling around the beige-carpeted floor and hugging his sides. Gerard had buried his face in a pillow, sulking as Pete and Ray shrieked with giggles in the hallway. Frank flopped out next to Gerard, stretching his arms above him and slowly trying to catch his breath. "Soooo..... you said you would do something of the sexual variety to me?" ~Insert suggestive eyebrow wiggling here~ "I- that's not the- Frank, stop!" Gerard squealed the last part, shoving out an arm to elbow Frank in the stomach. "GEE, your elbows are sharp as FUCK!" "That's how elbows ARE, Frank!" A noise of frustration and some intensely unfair tickling later, Frank had Gerard pinned to the carpet. Gerard was half-grinning still, his messy black hair splayed out away from his face in all directions. Frank's legs were on either side of Gerard, pinning the other boy to the carpet in a splay of limbs. Just as their eyes met and the grins faded to something a bit more serious, the door clicked open and a wave of sound hit them. "No, Mikey, I'm absolutely positive that they're not- well damn. Never mind then." "Patrick, they've got their clothes on, it's fine. You can uncover their eyes. Although they do seem to be having some sort of romantic moment-" "We're not having a romantic moment! IT'S AN INTENSE BATTLE, AND IT'S COMPLETELY SERIOUS." Gerard looked flustered, even more so than usual, and Frank winked at the others before thrusting his hips- just a little. He obviously wasn't trying to make Gerard uncomfortable, he would never do that. Ever. Obviously. Which was why he gave a (vaguely high pitched) cackle before leaping up to join Pete in a game of 'Make Patrick Blush.'

Notes

Sorry about the quality of this fic.
I rewrote this and several other chapters to make them better and more flowing, so idk maybe reread?