If You Marry Me, Would You... (Frerard)

Gerard did not feel well.

As happy as he was with last night's activities, he woke up in the early morning hours feeling like he was about to throw up.

He slowly got up from the bed, leaving the younger man's side, and sloppily slipped on a pair of gray boxers, and sweatpants, and a t-shirt, because he was suddenly starting to feel the cold hitting his skin, before heading into the bathroom.

He leaned over the sink, coughing quietly. He didn't know why he was feeling that way. Maybe he was ill. The seasons were changing, and he was extremely sensitive to tricky weather.

He felt shivers go through his body, and his lower lip began shaking slightly.

He leaned further above the sink, propping himself with his hands, and did his best to hold back the annoying feeling in his gut.

"Are you okay?" A small voice came behind him.

He turned his head to the bathroom door, seeing no one, but when he looked over at the small window, he saw Jonathan leaning on the window frame with a look of concern.

To Gerard's surprise, it seemed pretty genuine.

"Sick," he replied coldly, really not in the mood to deal with that man right now. He simply kept his head down, trying not to shake so visibly, but of course Jonathan noticed.

"Aww baby, you know I hate seeing you like that," he cooed, masking the smirk in his voice perfectly.

"Please don't call me that," Gerard said brokenly, his face now showing misery, yet he didn't dare to look up.

"Why not? You know you don't really hate me," Jonathan replied, leaning more comfortably on the windowsill.

Gerard made a low growl, but his voice was cut off by another wave of nausea, and it just came out as a pitiful whimper.

"Please just go away," he whispered. He didn't really know why he was BEGGING Jonathan to leave. This was HIS house, not Jonathan's (well, not anymore). He didn't need favours from the man.

But the younger was already speaking up.

"And leave my baby here to take care of himself? I can't do that to you."

If Gerard hadn't felt like his legs were about to give up underneath him, he would've snapped by now. But he was just tired now. Too tired to put up with this.

"You're a bitch, Jonathan," he said darkly.

"A bitch that cares for you. Talk to me, baby."

Gerard took a deep shaky breath, mainly because he was fighting back his anger and will to fucking kill Jonathan, and slowly turned around so his back was leaning against the sink, and he looked up at the other with hatred in his eyes.

"And why the FUCK would I do that?" He asked, both weakness and fury heard through his tone. "Why do you think you can just show up here and talk to me like that? Like we're still together? It's not your job to look after me anymore. I don't need or want you here, and you've caused enough damage to simply think I'm gonna let you take care of me."

"Do you want to repeat the conversation we already had just a few weeks ago?" Jonathan asked, an impatient frown on his face. Gerard didn't reply, only crossed his arms and looked down at the ground in sort of a childish manner.

Jonathan sighed and rolled his eyes. "I'm coming in. Don't move."

"The door is locked."

"Open it."

"Like hell I'm opening it for you," he growled like a wounded animal.

Jonathan sighed again, and suddenly he disappeared, leaving Gerard relieved, but mostly confused.

That was, at least, until he heard the front door making weird noises. He spent the first few seconds trying to wonder what it might've been, then his eyes widened and he ran towards the door as fast as his suddenly weak body would allow him.

Just as he entered the corridor, the front door opened quietly, and Jonathan was standing in the doorstep, looking at Gerard with concern.

"I know how to break into places baby. You know that," he said quietly and began walking towards the older man, who carefully backed away.

Jonathan let out a small noise of disappointment.

"Baby, I know how to take care of you when you're ill. I've done it for years, remember?"

"Yes, but you ain't doing it now. Not ever," Gerard hissed out, and kept walking when his back was suddenly met with the wall behind him.

Jonathan kept walking forward, getting closer and closer until he was standing right in front of Gerard, the elder looking up at him powerlessly. He didn't even try to resist at this point.

"Let me look at your face," Jonathan whispered, and tried to tilt Gerard's head with his fingers, but the older turned his head away, to the point where the younger man had had enough, and cupped Gerard's face in his hands, forcing him to look him in the eye.

He leaned closer, but didn't make any move, much to the black-haired man's surprise. He examined Gerard's face for a few minutes, before his grip around his face loosened and he simply gazed at him worriedly.

"You look pale," he commented quietly.

"I always look pale, fucker," Gerard spat back, but the shakiness of his body made the venom in his voice sound a lot less intimidating, and Jonathan replied by brushing his hair out of his face.

"No, I mean..." he began softly, "You really are ill. You should take some medicine."

"No shit."

"Gerard, shut the fuck up already," Jonathan said sternly but quietly. "I might be a bastard to you right now, but you're fucking sick and I fucking care about you, so let me take you to the goddamn bathroom and give you some fucking medicine!"

Gerard glared at him, his face still held by the younger's hands, but nodded regardless.

"I could've woken Frank," he muttered.

"Frank is asleep," Jonathan shot at him, "Now come on."

He grabbed Gerard by the arm, not too harshly, and dragged him back into the bathroom, ordering him to sit on the toilet.

He quietly kneeled in front of him and put a hand over his forehead, immediately pulling it back, eyes wide.

"You're burning," he commented. "How does your head feel?"

"Awful," Gerard answered tiredly.

Jonathan nodded in understanding and stood up. He went to the cabin, where the older man still kept all the medicines, just where the younger remembered them.

First he grabbed some Advil for Gerard's head, and then some pills against flu, and a few painkillers, before filling a small glass he found with water and walking back to Gerard, who hadn't moved from his sitting position on the toilet, only he looked far worse than he was a few minutes ago.

"Jesus, don't die on me here," Jonathan said, trying to smile or chuckle, but the worry and care that built inside him told him to just help the older man.

So he carefully gave him the pills and the water, and Gerard swallowed them down without further questioning, all along with Jonathan's hand rubbing his back slowly.

He didn't mind. In his sleepy blurry state, he could care less about who it was that helped him, as long as they did.

And in that case, Jonathan had brought him medicine and waited patiently until the elder was good enough to stand up again, and he supported his weight as he led him back to the bed they once shared.

"Here, lie down," Jonathan whispered, as he slowly put Gerard on the bed and pulled the blanket over him. "Remember to drink a lot. You can..." his gaze fell. "You can ask Frank for help. I'm sure he'll give you more pills if you ask him. He'll do a good job."

Gerard's voice was no more than a weak whisper, but he still managed to speak up.

"W-who are you and what have you done to bastard Jonathan?"

The younger gave a small chuckle along with soft smile and brushed the older man's hair again.

"You know I care about you, Gerard. No matter what happens. We were a couple, a perfect one. I'm gonna try to get you back for as long as it takes, and even if it doesn't work for now... you still mean a lot to me."

The black-haired man didn't answer. His eyes were already half-shut, and he was hanging on the thin verge of sleep.

Jonathan stroked his face and leaned down to press a kiss onto Gerard's forehead.

"I hope you get better, Gerard. You're strong baby, so fucking strong," he whispered against the skin, not really sure at this point if the other was still hearing him. He spoke up anyway. "I love you."

xoxoxoxo

Gerard woke up shaking. He blinked his eyes open and tried to overpower the pounding sensation in his head.

Small pieces of the night he's been through slowly started to come back. He remembered seeing Jonathan, probably the usual stalking. But more than that, he remembered... Jonathan... HELPING him.

He frowned. Jonathan... actually helped him?

Yes. He did. He sat Gerard on the toilet, soothed him, gave him medical treatment. He didn't use Gerard, or try to make a move. He just... helped him.

Frank was already up. When he stepped into the room, he was holding a cup of tea and looking at Gerard with sympathetic eyes.

"Hey," he said quietly as he sat down near Gerard's lying figure, giving a small smile as he put his free hand on his shoulder. "I realized you were sick by the way you were shivering and sniffling when I woke up and saw you. So I decided to make you some tea. Hopefully it can make you feel any better."

Gerard gave him a weak smile and reached a shaky hand to take the cup.

"T-thank you." His voice sounded wrecked, even more than last night, when he spoke to Jonathan.

"Hey, relax," Frank soothed and guided Gerard's hand back to the side of his body, and the elder raised an eyebrow at him. "You don't have to hold it in your hand. Your muscles are tired. You need to rest. I'll hold it for you."

He put the mug to the vampire's lips gently, the older drinking it sip by sip. Frank watched the whole time to make sure he didn't choke or something.

When Gerard was done, he put the mug on the nightstand and then turned to stroke the man's head, making sure he was warm enough under the blanket.

"You're burning," he commented, and Gerard felt slightly uncomfortable, because he remembered the last time he'd heard those words, coming from the mouth of the man he shouldn't have been talking to last night, especially after stalking him again and breaking into his fucking house.

He pushed that thought aside and looked up at his boyfriend.

"What time is it?"

"Almost noon," Frank replied. "I asked Bob to come over, so he should be here soon."

Gerard nodded slowly, curling under the covers when a wave of coldness suddenly attacked his body, and Frank's eyebrows furrowed with worry.

"Do you want me to hold you?"

Gerard looked up at him.

"You m-might get s-sick t-too."

"Bullshit," Frank frowned. "You're my boyfriend. If you're cold, I'm going to hold you until you're warm again."

Gerard realized there was no point in arguing, and he was too tired to do that anyway, so he simply let Frank climb over beside him, crawling under the covers and half-lying with his back pressed against the headboard, and he gently moved Gerard's head to rest over his chest.

Then he began murmuring sweet things in his ears as he stroked his hair and let Gerard feel his slow heartbeat, and wow Gerard could really fall asleep like that.

They laid there for long minutes, the older about to sink into unconsciousness again, listening to Frank's gentle voice and heartbeat, that made him feel so safe in the younger's arms.

"S-sing something to me," he said quietly.

Frank looked down at him and nodded, hand still brushing his slightly long hair.

xoxoxoxo

If I could find assurance to leave you behind,
I know my better half would fade.
And all my doubts is a staircase for you,
opened out of this maze.
The first step is the one you believe in,
the second one might be profound.

xoxoxoxo

I'll follow you down,
through the eye of the storm,
don't worry I'll keep you warm.
I'll follow you down,
while we're passing through space,
I don't care if we fall from grace,
I'll follow you down...

xoxoxoxo

You can have the money and the world,
the angels and the pearls,
even trade my heart for color blue.
Just like the tower we never built,
and the shadow of all the guilt,
when the other hand was pointing at you.
Yet the first step is the one you believe in,
the second one might be profound.

xoxoxoxo

I'll follow you down,
through the eye of the storm,
don't worry I'll keep you warm.
I'll follow you down,
while we're passing through space,
I don't care if we fall from grace...
I'll follow you downto where forever lies,
without a doubt I'm on your side,
there is no where else I'd rather be...
I'm not about to compromise,
give you up to say goodbye,
I'll guide you through the deep,
I'll keep you close to me.

xoxoxoxo

I'll follow you down,
through the eye of the storm,
don't worry I'll keep you warm.
I'll follow you down,
while we're passing through space,
I don't care if we fall from grace,
I'll follow you...

xoxoxoxo

If I could find assurance to leave you behind,
I know my better would fade...
I'll follow you down...

xoxoxoxo

Frank looked down at the sleeping figure lying quietly over his chest. He smiled as he moved Gerard's head as gently as possible so it rested on his lap. It was a better angle and it allowed Frank to stroke the other's head better.

Soon after he was done singing, there was a knock on the door, followed by the muffled sound of it opening and shutting.

Bob stepped into the room with a few special pills in his hands.

"How is he?" He whispered as he sat on the bed beside the couple.

"I think he's good," Frank replied with a soft smile and looked down at his boyfriend. "Poor thing. He must be feeling awful."

"Well, when he wakes up, give him that," Bob said gently and handed the pills to Frank. "It always helps him when he's sick. He's just really sensitive to changes in the weather, so that must be it. Make sure he eats enough and drinks a lot."

Frank nodded.

"You're welcome to stay here if you want to."

"I wish I could buddy, but we have a busy day today at the store and Livvie needs my help. So I guess I'll stop by tomorrow if you still need help."

Frank nodded gratefully, and Bob put a reassuring hand on his shoulder before ruffling his sleeping best friend's hair and heading out.

"By the way," he said right as he was about to walk out of the house, "I brought you guys some pizza. It's on the table, so just take it whenever you want."

"Thanks!" Frank called, and shortly after, the front door was shut carefully, and the two were left alone again.

The younger looked down at his boyfriend, smiling lovingly at him.

"You are going to feel better Gee. I know it. You're amazing," he murmured, even though the older man was already fast asleep, probably not even able to hear him.

But he didn't care. He would express his feelings for Gerard anytime, even if he didn't say the three words yet. He knew he would mean them if he said them. They just needed to wait, at least a little more, a little longer. And then they would say it.

There's no pressure in a relationship. They didn't feel obligated to say those words. It wouldn't change much anyway. They knew how they felt, and as Frank was sitting there, with the older man curled up against him, dozing peacefully, he knew he would give away everything he had to be able to just hold Gerard forever.

Because the vampire was special. Frank didn't know how many people got to hold him like this in the past. He didn't care. Gerard was his now, they were together, and he was the one who got to hold him like that, hopefully for the rest of their lives.

xoxoxoxo

"SICK?!" Michael exclaimed. "That's not good. That is VERY not good."

"Well, what do you expect me to do about it, huh? Magically heal him or something?" Jonathan asked, putting his hand on his hip.

"No, I just..." Michael cut himself off with a long sigh and palmed his face. "Okay, let's just... okay. I had something planned for him this week, but since it won't work out we're gonna have to wait."

"What did you have planned for him?"

"Doesn't matter now. The point is, we need to wait for that fucker to heal up. And since I know my brother, it is going to take ages."

"Don't worry," Jonathan said slowly, wrapping his arms around Michael's waist and looking up at him. "We have all the time we want. Besides," he smirked, "I know how we can pass the time until he gets better."

He leaned up to kiss Michael's lips, which the older returned immediately, and soon the two were naked and fucking roughly on Michael's bed, Jonathan's screams echoing through the whole place.

xoxoxoxo

Gerard blinked his eyes open. His body was still shaking slightly, but he was tucked warmly under the covers and his head was resting on a comfortable lap. The light from outside was gone, meaning it was already evening, maybe even later.

He groaned quietly at the throbbing feeling in his head and squirmed a little on the mattress, whimpering slightly with pain.

Frank was sleeping above him, his back still against the headboard and his head leaning against his own shoulder as his hand was still in the older's hair.

Gerard stilled after a few minutes, and simply listened to the steady breathing of his boyfriend. With some effort, he turned his head and pressed a kiss to Frank's thigh, before settling back and sighing.

Frank made him feel so much better. The boy erased everything he'd been going through...
Well, almost...

The elder's mind kept wandering back to Jonathan. He was trying to realize just how stupid he was by letting the man enter his house and take care of him.

He blurrily remembered Jonathan's words after he put him on the bed. He couldn't quite place what it was he was saying, but he remembered feeling him kiss his forehead and murmur sweet things in his ears.

He felt somewhat ashamed. Ashamed that he let Jonathan in again. Not into his house, but his feelings. The younger man was making his way back into his thoughts, his heart, turning his whole life upside down and making his head spin.

And as much as Gerard hated it... he also didn't.

Both him and the younger knew how turned on he could get when being teased. Jonathan was playing with his emotions, making him doubt everything he said to everyone, everything he's done, taking over his brain.

He even made him hard a while ago, goddammit!

But Gerard promised himself he wasn't falling for that again... right? He wasn't letting Jonathan win, because the man would take his first chance to break Gerard. He would pay a fortune to have Gerard in his bed again, cuffed and fucked breathless, to where the older man was sobbing with pleasure and screaming his name.

Gerard bit his lip slightly. No. God no, he wasn't getting hard again.

Even though his body was still exhausted from whatever he was going through, he could feel the blood steadily rushing down towards his crotch, and the pressure that began building in his now less comfortable sweatpants.

He slowly looked down from where his head was rested on Frank's lap, glancing with a heavy blush at the problem he now had.

He frowned as he tried to will his boner down. This was NOT happening to him again. Hell no!

He sighed and closed his eyes. Maybe if he fell asleep again, it'll go away. Yeah, it probably will.

Or so he thought, but the more he squirmed and tried to ignore it, the annoying tingling feeling in his boxers was growing more and more unbearable.

He considered what would be a wise move, until he told himself that wise moves could go screw themselves and sat up.

He settled next to Frank's sleeping figure against the headboard, and glanced shortly at the boy before reaching his hand down and slowly tugging the suddenly tight sweatpants down.

He took a shaky breath as he reached down and put his hand gently over the bulge in his boxers.

Surprisingly, the throbbing feeling in his head faded slightly as he began moving his hand up and down, his motions growing more and more confident until he was slightly panting, his head tilted so it was leaned on the wall behind him, and he bucked up to meet the movement of his own hand.

He did his best not think about the reason he got hard in the first place, instead picturing his boyfriend's figure, lying underneath him, moaning and begging as Gerard fucked into him in a fast pace.

The older whimpered quietly to himself, and without hesitating, shoved his hand down into his boxers and pulled his aching member out.

"Frankie," he breathed out, his voice a weak growl as his hand went up and down on himself, and the only thing left on his mind was the young boy's tight heat around him, so desperate, just like the older man.

Gerard was breathing heavier, feeling his orgasm slowly building up deep in his lower stomach, and he let out a choked off moan.

He was so close, only seconds away from his climax, when his hand was suddenly slapped away from his cock, and he momentarily opened his eyes in confusion.

That was, until a warm hand wrapped around him and began pumping, faster than he had himself, and Gerard twisted his fists in the sheets.

"Oh god..." he groaned and leaned his head back against the wall.

Frank jerked him off faster and harder, rubbing his thumb over the slit, and Gerard whined loudly as his fingers dug into the mattress.

"Oh, mmh, please... uh, please..." he moaned out, eyes rolling back into his head, and his hips shot up several times before he came, hard and messy, spilling his seed over the younger's hand and the sheets, crying out through his powerful orgasm, his eyes flickering from hazel to red and back under his closed eyelids, as Frank rode him out of it.

When he was done, his body went limp, ans he was left panting and shaking, heavier than before.

"Are you okay?" Came a soft voice beside him.

He cracked his eyes open and nodded in bliss.

Frank smiled at him and moved the older's hair out of his face with his clean hand.

"How are you feeling now?"

Gerard didn't know quite how to answer that, because suddenly all the pain and nauseas had returned.

He sighed weakly and closed his eyes.

"Not so well... I don't even know why I got hard," he lied, "But right now I'm just tired."

Frank smiled sadly and stroked his cheek.

"I'll go make you some more tea and get you something to eat, and then I'll give you the pills Bob brought over, then you can go back to sleep, okay?"

Gerard nodded weakly, not opening his eyes, and listened as Frank stood up and left the room, leaving him to feel fragile and helpless, but happy to have the younger man by his side.

He didn't need Jonathan to take care of him. He had Frank. Frank could make him feel better. Frank could heal him.

Frank was better than Jonathan, no matter what. And Gerard was certain about it.








































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Notes

Song reference: Shinedown - I'll Follow You

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