“Fuck me” I whine. He pulls me into the bedroom and before I know it, I’m on the bed, he’s on top of me and he’s frantically undressing me. He jumps on top of me again, the skin on skin contact blissful and I relax into one of the best nights of my life.

Gerard POV.


I wake up to quite shuffling. I crack an eye open to see Frank trying to slide out of bed... Naked... I close my eye and just to make things difficult for him, I wrap my arm tightly around his waist, pulling him back to me.

"Mine." I mumble, my voice laced with sleep. He giggles that really fucking adorable giggle and squirms, trying to escape my grip. "Gee if you don't let me go right now I will have to piss on you." He warns as he slaps at my arm. "Hmm... Valid reason, proceed" I grin, unwrapping my arm and sitting up to stretch as Frank rushes to the bathroom. I get up and slide on a pair of sweat pants, stretching is awkward positions in doing so.

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I'm sitting on the counter, waiting for the coffee machine to finish, when Frank strides in to the kitchen only in his boxers. "So, what are we gonna do today?" I ask, Frank now standing in front of me. "Well, i have to go home later, but that's not for a couple hours." He answers, sliding his arms around my waist. I pout in response but lean in to peck his lips. He giggles before stepping back, unwrapping his arms from me so I can grab the mugs to poor the now completely finished coffee.

We sit at on my faded couch sipping at our drinks when an idea pops into my head, "you know, we never have technically went on a date..." Franks eyes widen a little, and he nods slightly, "true true, why do you bring it up?"

"Because, I wanna take you out on a date." I say looking at Frank with a small smile on my face. He sets his coffee mug on the table and snuggles into my side as I wrap my arm around his shoulders. "Hmm... I don't know,,, you didn't even ask me." He giggles, looking up at me. I roll my eyes in response and chuckle, "Frank Oreo, will you go on a date with me?" I pull out my puppy face, my bottom lip sticking out.

"No. You called me Oreo." He pouts playfully and moves away from me. "Aww I sowwy. I won't call you Oreo again unless it's necessary." I apologize... Kind of.

"Make it never and I'll go on a date with you." He says, poking me in the side knowing its my weak spot. I giggle uncontrollably and swat at his hand, "okay okay, never will I call you Oreo."

"Promise?" He asks, slowly moving his fingers towards my side in a threatening way.

"Promise!" I yell just as he dives in to tickled me.

Notes

So... That sucked. Writers block from hell.

Well... I actually don't even remember if this was my date and I'm too lazy to check. Sorry not sorry. This was more of a filler than anything else...

Have a a great day, night, don't get murdered, bye.

xoxo I Hung em' Too High