Trapped In A Skeletal Coffin Called ''My Body''

~next day, Frank stayed over btw, he’s allowed to stay for a week~

Frank's POV-

‘’Gee, will I be able to convince you to eat, now?’’ I asked, as he looked up from his comic book.
He smirked, putting the book down, and kneeling up on the bed, pushing my face down to his level, whispering in my ear.
‘’You may be able to convince me…’’ He trailed his hand down my chest, stopping on my crotch.
I bit my lip, before dismissing his hand, ‘’Okay, but after you eat something.’’
‘’Frank!’’ He whined, crossing his arms like a 5 year old.
‘’Gee, you’re such a killjoy’’ Gerard continued, whining.
I smirk, ‘’Oh, it’s a tough life, come on, what do you want to eat now?’’

He shrugs.

‘’Toast?’’

He nods.

I leave to the kitchen, quickly putting a piece of bread in the toaster, waiting for it to be done.
After making it, I return and place it in front of him.
I watch him as he eats, seeing in his eyes how hard, and horrible this is for him, but he’s doing it for me.
‘’Gerard, I know how hard this is for you… I just want you to know that I’m really proud of you, so are the guys, and I love you.’’
He pulls me into an embrace, after he’s finished half of the toast.
I hug him back, then set him so he’s sitting on my lap, and bring back the rest of the toast.
‘’Frankie…. I-I don’t want anymore…’’ He says.
‘’I know, darling but please? After this you don’t need to have anything else till much later.’’ I try convincing him.

He sighs, but obliges and eats the rest.
I kiss his cheek, and he snuggles into my embrace.

‘’Thank you, Frank…’’ He says, and even though he didn’t say why he thanked me, I understood what he meant, and tightened my arms around him.
‘’Of course….I’ll always be here’’ I say

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