"C'mon Gerard," Mikey sighed and flopped down on the couch next to his brother, "At least give him a chance." Mikey had been talking about Frank for the past 20 minutes, persuading Gerard to at least go on a date with him.
"All he wants is sex, Mikey." Gerard huffed as he continued to stare down at the sketchpad that was occupying his lap, "Even if I did give him a chance, he'd end up fucking me and then just leave."
"I saw the way he kissed you." Mikey said, snatching the pencil out of Gerards hand to capture his attention, "He's never kissed anyone else like that. And he offered to take you on a god damn date, at least let him do that."
"And what am I gaining from going on a date with a fuckboy?" Gerard snapped and grabbed his pencil back from Mikey's thin fingers.
The younger Way brother sighed, almost ready to give up on his stubborn sibling, "The possibility of getting a boyfriend and the chance to not be alone anymore. Oh, and stop calling him a fuckboy."
"That's like telling someone not to call you Mikey." Gerard replied smugly. "Therefore, I can call Frank a fuckboy as much as I want."
"Whatever." Mikey answered, "Anyway, Frank-"
"Fuckboy!" Gerard corrected.
"Ok first of all, shut the fuck up." Mikey hissed, "And second of all, Frank is coming over later and I want you to at least talk to him."
"Why can't I just enjoy my Saturdays without you always trying to hook me up with somebody?" Gerard groaned and sunk back into the couch.
"Beacause i'm a good brother." Mikey smiled. "Now go make yourself presentable."
"This is as 'presentable' as i'm getting on a Saturday morning." Gerard frowned as he gestured toward his sweatpants and paint splattered Metallica hoodie. "And if you're implying that I should make self look good for Mr. Fuckboy, then you clearly haven't met me. I don't dress to please others."
"Can you at least put some jeans on?" Mikey begged.
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"Fuck off."
Mikey scowled, "Fine, at least make sure you don't smell like shit."
"I'm taking a nap, get off the couch with your freakish legs." Gerard said, completely ignoring his brothers smart ass remarks.
"I'm just warning you, if you're still asleep when Frank gets here, he'll probably lay down and try to fucking spoon you."
"Bitch I said get off the fuckin couch." Gerard yelled and threw a pillow at Mikey, hitting him right in the nose. He ignored his younger brothers squealing and groaning and let himself close his eyes, laying deeper into the couch, falling asleep almost instantly.

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The first thing Frank noticed when he walked into the Way household was Gerard sleeping on the couch. Mikey had to regain his attention many time because he was so focused on how adorable Gerard looked when he slept.
They both sat on the opposite couch, waiting for Gerard to awaken. Mikey tried countless times to make conversation with Frank, but of course, he was focused on the sleeping Way brother.
"If you're so focused on him, why don't you just wake him up?" Mikey snapped at Frank and crossed his slim arms over his chest.
"He'd probably slap me if I did that." Frank laughed, his eyes staring lovingly at Gerards sleeping figure, all curled up with a pillow hugged to his chest.
"Fine." Mikey said bluntly and stood up, taking a pillow with him. He strode over to Gerard and stared at him for a second before raising the pillow, then bringing it back down over his brothers head. As soon as the pillow made contact with his face, Gerard shot up, scowling at Mikey and ready to strike back, "Um no!" Mikey scolded holding his arm up, "We have company."
Frank smilled as Gerard looked over at him slowly, his eyes darkening. "Fucking hell." Gerard mumbled and rubbed his eyes on his hoodie sleeve.
"Okay okay," Mikey sighed, "You two talk things out while I make sammiches!"
"Sammiches?" Gerard questioned, "Did you just say sammiches?"
"It doesnt matter," Mikey huffed and Frank stiffled a tiny laugh, "Just talk eachother please, and don't fuck on the couch if you get that far please."
Gerard scrunched his face, staring at Frank disgustedly.
Mikey then snuck away into the kitchen, a smirk played on his lips.
Gerard and Frank sat in silence for a few moments, Frank admiring the others round, pale face.
"Why are you staring at me?" Gerard asked, hiding behind his hair slightly.
"Because you're beautiful." Frank answered, scooting himself torward Gerards side of the couch.
"Why would you even say that?" Gerard asked, and Frank was almost shocked because there was no sarcasm in his voice.
"I say whats on my mind." Frank replied.
"Then what else is on your mind?" Gerard almost whispered.
"Well," Frank sighed, running his tattooed fingers through his black hair, "I'm thinking about how much I like you, even though I barely know you."
"You can't like me." Gerard hissed. "You fuck a different person every night."
"No I don't-"
"Look me in the eye and tell me you did not have sex with someone last night." Gerard yelled, staring into Franks hazel orbs.
Frank stayed silent.
"Fuck you." Gerard said under his breathe.
"I like you."
"I don't care."
"Kiss me."' Frank whispered, his hand resting on Gerards shoulder.
"Um, no." Gerard laughed.
"I wasn't asking if you wanted to or not."
Gerard didn't know exactly how Frank had ended up sitting so close to him, but he wasn't focused on that. He did want to kiss Frank, really badly, but he was afraid he would get hurt if he started liking him. Frank was beautiful, he was the perfect height, his eyes were gorgeous, and his lips looked so soft, and Gerard knew they were.
"Please." Frank whispered, his face getting closer and closer to Gerards. Frank was begging Gerardto kiss him, and Gerard had no idea how to respond to that.
Gerard just let his eyes close as he felt Frank get even closer, their lips hovering over each others. Franks hands were now rested on Gerards thighs, tempting to slide up toward his crotch. There was a split second of awkwardness before their lips finally touched, shocking both of them. It wasn't opened mouth like the other two kisses they had, it was Frank showing that he really did like Gerard.
Gerard was awkward with it, he didn't know where to put his hands or if he should move his lips or what. Frank understood that and didn't push him any farther, he just let their lips stay together softly before they both ran out of air and had to pull away.
Frank sighed in relief when he saw Gerard smiling, "I don't think...I don't think I wanna punch you in the throat anymore. But, that doesn't mean I like you, I'll get there eventually though."
"Well...will you at least let me take you on a date?" Frank asked, reaching for Gerards hand and linking their fingers.
Gerard nodded, "Sure. If you promise not to randomly throw yourself on me."
"No promises." Frank smiled. He was almost happy with himself, there was a possibility that Gerard Way might like him too.

Notes

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