If Home Is Where The Heart Is, We're All Just Fucked

After everything that happened today with Gerard, he left me to get cleaned up and rest.
During my shower I could do nothing, but think of that raven haired god. These thoughts brought a problem to a certain place down there. Of course, being the horny little teenage boy I was, I took care of this problem.
After getting out of the shower I grabbed a misfits hoodie from my luggage and pulled it over my head, along with some skinny jeans to cover my scrawny legs.
Once I was done getting ready I joined Gerard downstairs. His eyes were fixed on his cheap television as he watched L.A ink. It was a pretty cool show. I mean, tattoos and all great, right? I know I loved tattoos, but hearing about them just made me sad. I had always wanted to get some ink, but being a foster child prevents you from getting any ink/ piercings, unless your birth parents gave them to you, or your foster parent provides it to you. This is because the system think piercings and tattoos are ‘too expensive’ and ‘bad’ so they won’t allow anyone to get them, which really sucks.
“Hello, Frank.” Gerard greeted me. “h-hey uh… Mr.W- Gerard?” and cue the stutters. This happened every damn time I got a crush around someone. “s-s-orry… uh you better get used to that. I s-stutter around people i-I like.”
“Exhibit a…” I mumbled. Gerard chuckled. “well c’mon. Don’t just sit there and stare at me. Unless you’re into that…” he joked, but honestly I would be more than happy to stare at him for the rest of the night.
I joined Gerard on the couch and marveled at a tattoo this man was getting. It was a scorpion. I’ve actually always wanted to get a scorpion tattooed, right on my neck. “you wanna get ink huh?” Gerard asked me, inferring from my astonishment. “yeah. We can’t though.” He nodded. “I know. I would get you some if you’d like. Piercing too, if that’s what you’re into.” My eyes widened, but I shook my head anyways. “no, Gerard. I’m not worth it. Please don’t.”
“Frank Anthony Iero.” Oh, using full names are we now? “yes, what is it, Gerard something Way?”
“Arthur.” He said. “what?”
“Arthur is my middle name.” I nodded. “Your name is so unique. Just like you.”
“anyways, Frank, I want to get them for you. Where do you want them?”
“well I wanted tattoos on my neck, my arms, and knuckles. I wanted a lip piercing, a nose piercing and gauges.” Gerard nodded. “fuck.” He said, with a breathy laugh. “what’s the matter Gee? Mental image too hot for you?” I asked innocently. “that’s exactly what the problem is though.” He giggled
“ so I guess there’s no way that I can convince you to not get me tattoos or piercings.”
“nope.” He smiled and I pecked his lips. “you’re not so bad after all Mr. Way.”

Notes

sorry this is really short but it just felt like the right time to end it y'know?? anyways have some fluff. this chapter was by placebo, and the last two chapters were by michaeljamesway and myself