Just A Home

Since the relationship was fairly new, no one took the chance to talk about sleeping arrangements. So, they slept in their original rooms.

Until one night Frank had a nightmare. Such a bad nightmare, he was drenched in sweat. Wearing one of Gerard’s shirts, that were pretty big on him, plus a pair of tight black boxers, Frank padded his way down to Gerard’s room. Biting his lip, Frank opened the door; seeing random limps in a sea of blankets, he stepped in. Feeling the hard wood on his toes, he walked over silently.

Frank slid his hand under the blanket, tugging it up. But Gerard opened his eyes, seeing a sweaty Frank in front of him.

“I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-“

“Frankie what’s wrong?” Gerard tugged on Frank’s hand, pulling him into his arms, feeling how slick he was.

“I have um, nightmares sometimes. It’s just random, uh, I couldn’t be alone.” Frank whispered. Gerard pressed kisses to his shoulder tasting his salty skin on his tongue.

“It’s okay, love, come on you need a shower.” Gerard stood up, pulling a shaking Frank behind him. Once in the shower, Gerard sat on the bench while the frighten man cleaned himself.

“Um, Gerard, I need uh.” Frank put out his hand as Gerard brought him a towel; wrapping it around his waist, Frank stepped out of the shower to see his blushing boyfriend.

“You’re gorgeous, so gorgeous.” He whispered handing him some new clothes. Frank smiled, turning around to put on his underwear and T-shirt, of course, another one of Gerard’s.

Heading back to bed, Gerard hurried into his room, waiting for Frank to follow suit, but he didn’t. Peaking out his door he saw Frank walking back to his room.

“Where are you going?” Gerard laughed. Frank turned around pointing to his door. “Not to night, I want you to feel safe; I use to have nightmares when I was younger and I always felt better when someone slept in the same room as me, so get your butt over here.” Gerard waved him over; leaving the door open for Frank as Gerard made it back to his bed; watching Frank slowly walk to Gerard’s bed. Pulling the blackest back the older of the two, moved over to make room for the younger one; once both safely embraced in the blankets, Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank, pulling him into his chest, tangling his legs and feet with his brave boyfriend’s,

Frank was ready to cartwheels in the living room; he finally heard back from one of his applications and he had an interview tomorrow morning. It wasn’t too far from the apartment, defiantly walking distance. But he couldn’t wait until Gerard got home so he went to surprise him.

A bus and a train later, he was in front of Gerard’s building, but before he could walk in of course he ran into some trouble.

“Hey! Isn’t it the fag we took clothes from a few weeks ago! What’s up dude, got anything else for us?” They asked, surrounding him, looking at his pockets. Frankie had nothing but a metro card and keys on him.

“More like two months ago, amazing how you can remember that far.” Frank mumbled. Suddenly Frank was smacked in the back of the head.

“Speak up smart mouth.” Holding his head, Frank hissed.

“I have nothing on me.” Frank yelled. “Loud enough?” One of the boys grabbed the front of his shirt and punched him in the jaw. That’s when Frank saw stars; he knew it was over. Landing on his knees Frank looked up at the sky; it was kinda cloudly, but he could see some blue sky. Before the boys could grab him though, Frank heard his name being screamed. Looking back towards the street, he saw Gerard running with office security towards him. The boys scattered, as they got closer. Gerard grabbed Frank’s head making Frank look at him.

“Are you okay?” He asked. Frank nodded.

“I’m okay. I, they didn’t get me too bad.” Frank stood with the help of his boyfriend.

“Should we go to the hospital?” Gerard asked, pulling his stumbling boyfriend closer. Frank shook his head.

“No I’m okay really, I came here to tell you something, why are you out so early?”

“I finished early, I missed you.” Gerard smiled, pressing kisses on Frank cheek. Melting, Frank pressed his lips to Gerard’s, pulling him as close as he could, but it was never enough.

“I got an interview tomorrow.” Frank whispered against the taller man’s lips. Gerard pulled back looking at Frank with a big smile.

“Where!”

“The record shop down the block.”Frank laughed pulling Gerard back into his arms.

“Now I am taking you out to dinner to celebrate.” Gerard cheered, walking both of them towards the garage where the car was.

Once they got to the small café, Gerard took Frank into his arms when they sat at their booth. Gerard checked Frank’s jaw to make sure it wasn’t broken; but Frank reassured him that it would probably just be sore. Running his nose on Frank’s cheek, Gerard closed his eyes.

“I thought you were really hurt. It scared me when I saw you hit the ground. I, I don’t ever wanna see you hurt again.” Frank turned his face to Gerard, whose eyes were still closed.

“Nothing is gonna happen to me okay. I’m with you.” Frank grazed his lips on the bridge of Gerard’s nose.

“I’m not always with you.” Gerard voice cracked.

“I will always come home, and I will always be okay as long as you care for me.” Frank smiled.

“Always.”

“Always.”

Notes

I'm really sorry its short... I am not feeling well tonight, but I will update tomorrow night again. promise. And maybe start another story.