(Gerard's P.O.V.)

Frank and I were sitting around in my living room talking. It is a Saturday and I couldn't be more happy for the weekend to be here.

He and I were reminiscing about the past.

"Oh my God. Do you remember when you came to my show and stood in line to get autographs from the band?"
My face turned crimson. "I was such a loser. I couldn't even form complete sentences. I was like a teenage girl."
Frank let out a giggle. "Or how about when you called me on the phone and left me a voicemail?"
"Jesus Christ, Frank. Don't even go there. That was awkward as fuck and I sounded like a moron. I'm surprised you called me back after how ridiculous I sounded."
Frank giggled and layed his head on my chest. "Nah, not ridiculous. You were adorable."
"I sounded like a teenage boy with a crush failing miserably to be smooth."
"Aw, it's okay. It worked didn't it?"
"Yes, it did, but I'm still embarrassed about it."
Frank snuggled closer and looked up at me and smiled. "Babe, seriously don't worry about that. You were nervous. I get it."
I leaned down and pressed my lips against Frank's. "Okay okay. If you say so."

"Remember our first date? When you tried to kiss me I was so nervous that I backed away from you, and ran inside the door and left you standing there in shock."
Frank laughed so loud he snorted, causing me to laugh too. "That was so funny. You came back outside with your face so red in embarrassment."
"Yeah. Then you yanked me by my shirt down to your level, backing me against the front door, making sure I didn't run away. You kissed the hell out of me and when you pulled away-"
"When I pulled away I glanced down by accident. You had a boner."
I nodded and hid my face in my hands. "Yes. And you laughed at me and poked it."
"Oh yeah. I forgot about that part actually." He giggled.

Frank and I talked and talked and talked until 4:00 in the morning. We had so much to talk about. It felt amazing to hold him in my arms and have a night to ourselves, like we used to.

****
I was woken up with a very eager Frank on top of me.

I blinked my eyes several times at him and he giggled. "Good morning my beautiful Gee."
I groaned and tried to shove him off. But it didn't work. That tiny little shit is strong. "Ughhhh, Frank. Get off of me."
I gasped when he suddenly ground his boxer clad hips down onto my own."

Luckily, I was pretty much dressed the same way...except Frank didn't have a shirt on.
"Fraaaaaaaaaaankkkk no. Too early."

He smirked and roughly grabbed me through my boxers. "Your cock says otherwise, my love."
I squeaked, admitting defeat. "Okay okay. Fine. You bastard."

When we were both spent, we cleaned ourselves up and I made Frank and I some pancakes. It was nearly 3 P.M. Huh, most of the day gone. Oh well.

I finished placing the last pancake on a plate when I felt Frank wrap his arms around me. "Mmmmm..smells delicious."

I grinned and gave him a quick kiss. Next, I set the plate down on the kitchen table and we sat down and ate in a comfortable silence.

He helped me wash up the dishes. After we were finished in the kitchen and I ran out to buy more cigarettes for the both of us and pick up a few things at Target.

. When I got back, Mikey's car was parked out front of my house. I shrugged and walked inside.

What I didn't expect was to see my boyfriend and brother yelling at the top of their lungs at each other.

"I am not going to hurt Gerard again, Mikey!"
"You did it once, you're bound to do it again!"
"No. It isn't going to happen again. Never ever again." Frank barked back at him.
"Guys what the fuck is going on?!" It was my turn to yell.
Mikey glared at Frank, then turned to me. "Well...I came over here to ask you if you wanted to go to the Panic! At The Disco concert tonight since Brendon gave me two free tickets."
"No, that's not what I mean, Mikey. Why are you two at each other's throats?"
"I don't know. I wasn't expecting your boyfriend here to answer the door. I kinda lost it. You know I'm still unhappy about this."
I groaned and ran a hand through my messy red locks. "Mikey...I told you."
"I know you did. You said you love him, blah blah blah. I know. It doesn't mean that what you're doing is smart."
"Just..just get out Mikey, okay? I don't wanna do this. Especially in front of Frank."
"Whatever man. Call me later if you feel like it."

Mikey left immediately, leaving an awkward tension in the air.

"Your brother hates me."
"He's only trying to think of my best interests and doesn't want me to get hurt again. He knows how bad of shape I was in when you know..."
"Yeah. I guess so."
I smiled, pulling Frank to me. "Don't let it bother you. I think when Mikey finally realizes how much you still care about me, he'll change his mind."
Frank shrugged his shoulders. "Eh, alright."

I called Mikey after Frank left. I told Mikey I wasn't going to the concert with him. I was angry for what happened. I don't know what all was said before I walked in. I hope not much was said. How I sure hope.

I didn't question Frank about it. I figured it was Mikey being overprotective. God. I'm the older brother here. I should be the overbearing brother, not him.

I watched Family Guy on TV until I fell asleep. Too lazy to get up and walk up the stairs to my room.

at 1:30 I woke up with the urge to piss so I had to go upstairs. Ugh the stairs. I should have got an apartment like I wanted to..eh there's still time to look into that..but for now it's time for me to make my way back to bed.

Notes

In this story, Frank is younger than he actually would have been during LeATHERMOUTH.

Frank was 24 when he and Gerard first made contact and Gerard was 26.

(In the majority of my fics I tend to make the ages range from 21 to 30. I do this to try to match up better with what they look like in the stories.)