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

The young man groaned quietly as he woke up, apparently to an empty bed.

He stretched his arms and legs, moving around like a starfish in attempts to find the other man, but there was only him on the wide mattress.

Yet he wasn't alone, as the quiet blurry sound of guitar being played was what shook him awake in the first place.

'Maybe Gerard turned on the radio', he thought to himself.

But as the guitar kept playing, and a familiar voice filled his ears, he realized that whoever was playing the guitar was there with him in the bedroom.

He blinked in slight confusion, because the last time he checked, Gerard said he didn't know how to play. Who else could possibly be there with him?

He shifted a little and looked over to the other side of the room, to the older man's drawing desk, where a black-haired figure sat on the wooden chair, with his back to Frank, the small acoustic guitar supported by his knee, and he was streaming peacefully as he sang with his face towards the window above his head.

Frank scanned his dark-blue t-shirt and ripped jeans, immediately recognizing the pale muscular arms as they moved, and the greasy hair that reached all the way to the man's shoulders, and of course, the beautiful sounds that fell from between his pink lips as he sang a song Frank needed a while to figure out, but eventually he did.

xoxoxoxo

'I remember all the summer days,
drinking wine in the sunshine, I hope it never leaves.
And I remember all the summer nights,
staring at you in the moonlight, I hope you never leave,
'cause baby you're so good to me,
you have all that I ever need...

xoxoxoxo

It's easy to love you, so easy to love you,
you know it's true.
The best part of being with you, to know you're with me,
it's not so hard to say:
it's easy to love you...'

xoxoxoxo

Frank grinned tiredly, rubbing his eyes and settling quietly with his back against the headboard, as he continued to listen to his boyfriend's beautiful voice.
Gerard, not hearing or noticing Frank's awakening, kept on singing as he played the guitar gently with his delicate hands.

xoxoxoxo

'Can anybody else see it?
Oh, can anybody else see what I do?
Can anybody else feel it?
Oh, can anybody else feel the way I do?
Now I'm with you

xoxoxoxo

Hard to forget all the moments when,
we'd be sitting there hoping it would never end,
'cause this is meant to be...
so baby, will you marry me?'

xoxoxoxo

Frank felt small tears well in his eyes, and his lips hurt with how wide he was smiling, because honestly, he never heard something more beautiful than his boyfriend's singing.
He just wanted to sit there for the rest of his life and listen to it.

xoxoxoxo

'It's easy to love you...
so easy to love you...
you know it's true, the best part of being with you,
to know you're with me, it's not so hard to say:
it's easy to love you...'

xoxoxoxo

The young man waited patiently for the rest of the song, and once Gerard finished with a small sigh he grinned at the man's back, feeling his breath hitch quietly as the other turned his head to the side a bit, and the morning sunlight hit his face, creating a perfect image that Frank wished to see every day for the rest of his life.

Gerard must've sensed the younger's reaction, because he suddenly turned around, and a heavy blush covered his face as he met the boy's gaze, the same one who apparently heard the whole thing and stared at him with that huge smile on his face.

"H-hi," he murmured with a shy smile and turned in his chair to face the other.

"Hey," Frank replied happily from the other side of the room. "God, Gerard, that was... so beautiful. So fucking beautiful."

"You really think so?" He asked quietly and moved a strand of black hair behind his pink ear.

"Yes! Fuck, that was amazing. Almost as amazing as you."

Gerard giggled, and Frank's grin widened.

He slowly got up from the bed, still in his clothes from last night, and walked over to his boyfriend as the older layed the guitar aside, not breaking eye-contact and biting his lip shyly.
Frank calmly climbed on his lap, straddling him and running his hands through Gerard's long hair.

"When did you learn to play guitar?" Frank whispered, as he leaned down to press soft kisses along the older's neck, making him shiver and grab the boy's hips.

"Well, I had plenty of free time at home lately. Y-you went out to the record store a lot, and I-fuck-I thought it would be nice to learn," he replied, being cut off by his own small noises as the younger slowly moved his hips back and forth on him, rubbing both men together through their pants and humming in approval as his lips continued to explore Gerard's skin.

"That's nice. It's actually really hot to hear you play like this, all concentrated," the young man murmured into his shoulder and licked up to his jaw, holding the older's head and making him lean it back to give him more access.

"I'm glad y-you like it," he whispered, tightening his grip on Frank's hips as the boy grinded harder on him, practically driving him crazy as his lips grazed the sensitive skin of Gerard's neck.

"I loved it," Frank growled, and suddenly bit down on a spot below Gerard's ear. The elder groaned, shutting his eyes and resting his hands on the younger's lower back.

"In that case, I should've learned how to play a while ago," he let out a short breathy laugh, and Frank grinned into his neck.

The young man kissed up to his jawline, and chin, until he was met with the older's mouth, pressing their lips together slowly, and Gerard made a happy moan that was muffled by the passionate kiss.

The two made out for a few minutes, Gerard's hands traveling along Frank's body, sending shivers through the boy, and when he leaned his head back in pleasure, the older buried his face in his neck.

"Oh god Gee," Frank moaned and kept thrusting steadily against the older man, and Gerard grabbed his ass in encouragement as he kissed and licked down to his chest.

The younger groaned when the other slipped his hands up his shirt and pulled it over Frank's head, and settled on his nipples, making the other move his hips faster in desperation.

He chuckled softly against Frank's chest, holding his hip to stop his movement and pulling him out of his pants in a swift motion.

The young man threw his head back once again, gripping Gerard's shoulders as the older stroked him teasingly slow and grazed his teeth across his nipples, making him cry out needily.

"Gerard. Please. M-more," he begged, and the older pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest before grasping his cock firmly and beginning to move fast, hearing Frank moan above him. "Oh god, mmh... so good baby," he breathed out as his back arched.

The elder groaned and rested his head on Frank's shoulder, as the young man bucked into his hand frantically, his mouth hanging open as he moaned loudly.

"Gee. C-close. Fuck! I need you baby," he whined. Gerard kissed his neck several times, speeding his hand to an almost inhuman level, and then, in a blink of an eye, Frank was cumming, hard, crying out and clawing at the other's shoulders as he rode him out of it slowly, and then let go to allow Frank to catch his breath.

Eventually he recovered, staring up at Gerard with tired eyes, and opened his mouth.

"That was-"

A phone rang.

Both men turned their heads to the nightstand at the vampire's side of the bed.

Right next to the old lady's framed photo, there was his phone, vibrating as the screen flashed.

The older helped Frank off of him, went to the nightstand and picked up the phone, not even checking who it was.

"Hello?"

"Hey Gerard, how are you?" Came Bob's sweet voice.

"Oh, I'm great," Gerard smiled through the phone, and mouthed Bob to Frank, who nodded in approval and went to sit on the bed near him.

"Good. Listen, is it okay if I come over later? I just wanted to see you for once."

"Oh yeah, sure, no problem. You can come whenever you want, Frank and I are just relaxing here."

"Okay, cool. Thanks. I'll be there in about twenty minutes."

"No problem. Bye."

"Bye."

Gerard hung up with a soft smile and looked down at Frank, who was playing with the older's fingers aimlessly.

"Bob is coming over soon," he informed, and Frank nodded before kissing Gerard's hand and standing up.

"Good. You can talk to him while I take a shower," the young man said, still holding the other's hand in his.

"Okay," Gerard whispered, and the two leaned in for a short kiss before pulling apart slowly and turning away from each other, Gerard heading to the kitchen and Frank grabbing a fresh towel.

The older man made coffee, pouring it into three mugs and listening to the radio.

As he was humming along to the tune of a random song and putting the mugs on the table, a small object suddenly hit the glass window above the counter.

Gerard turned around from the dining table, looking at the window suspiciously and walking over to it.

When he unlocked and opened the window, there was no one there, but he did notice a small note on the windowsill, which was strange, since Michael always bothered him at night and Jonathan only came to him in his bedroom.

He picked up the note with a frown.

'I know I'm a bit late, but a rumor came to my ears, about you and little Frankie lacking lube.
So I bought you some. Don't worry. That one's on me. You can thank me later Baby ;)
Have fun xoxo'

Gerard's eyes widened as he dropped the note back to where it was rested before. His eyes searched across the windowsill until they landed on a small bottle of lube.

When he grabbed it and scanned it frantically, he saw it was strawberry flavoured, and on the bottom the word "remember?" was scribbled in red pen.

Oh, Gerard remembered. He knew exactly who sent it to him and what they meant.

That night was still clear in his head, all the sounds that left him, noises of unbearable pain and mind-blowing pleasure, the sweat that covered his skin and soaked the bed underneath him, as Jonathan stretched the older's boundaries with nothing but his fingers.

Thinking of the exact sensation in these moments sent an immediate spike of pain through Gerard's ass, and he closed his eyes with a small hiss at the memory.

Details would rather be saved, but let's just say it took a lot of strawberry flavoured lube to get him to fucking relax and physically be able to take it in while still conscious.

Gerard gulped heavily, and suddenly heard a knock on the door. His eyes shot open and he quickly looked around before swiftly slipping the bottle under the small couch and running to get the door open for his friend.

"Hi," he breathed sharply, trying to plaster a smile on his sweaty face. But as Bob looked him over, he could see right away that Gerard's face was paler than it should have been, much, MUCH paler.

"What happened?" The bearded asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

The fake smile on Gerard's face disappeared on an instant, and he quickly looked around before pulling Bob inside and slamming the door shut behind him.

"Jonathan sent me fucking lube," he whisper-yelled, panicked yet trying to keep quiet so Frank wouldn't accidentally hear him.

Bob's eyes shot open like Gerard's did a few minutes ago.

"What? When?"

"Just now. I heard a sound from the window and when I opened it it was there with a note," he explained in a rush.

Bob understood him even with his stressed tone and barely audible words. He put his hands on Gerard's shoulders and looked him dead in the eye, forcing the man to calm down with his gaze.

And the older did. He knew that look, and he knew that Bob would help him out as soon as he started listening.

"Look, relax, okay? This doesn't have to mean anything. Jonathan is just teasing you, remember? He's messing with your mind."

"You don't know that!" Gerard whispered in the same scared tone. "What if he did that as a sign that he's going to fuck me?"

"He is NOT going to fuck you," Bob said sternly.

"How can you be so sure? He already did it once..." Gerard gulped and blushed. "I mean... after we weren't together anymore."

Bob sighed. "Look, this doesn't mean he is going to fuck you. Not as long as you don't let him."

His gaze flickered into a glare momentarily when he said that last sentence before it changed back to soothing. He was still slightly mad at all the times Gerard let Jonathan back in.

"He doesn't have to have this kind of effect on you. You're stronger than that."

"Where the hell have you been in the past seven years?" The older man snapped quietly.

"Gerard!" Bob said firmly, and the other shut up. "I get it, okay? I get it, he bought you lube, he has a huge effect on you. I've been there, I've seen it, and I know all there is to know."

"Then why aren't you as worried as I am?" Gerard whispered, looking up at him with glassy pleading eyes.

"Because I want you to relax," the bearded man replied. "I can't be as scared as you are right now, because I'm trying to find a solution for you. But if you really want anything to work you need to calm down first."

Gerard swallowed and nodded slowly, looking down.

"O-okay."

Bob sighed, tugging Gerard closer to him and rubbing his back in an attempt to calm him.

"Let's go to the kitchen. I smell coffee."

"That's probably because I made coffee," Gerard chuckled against his shoulder, and Bob smiled.

xoxoxoxo

"So where did you put it?" The bearded man asked as he sat down in front of the small wooden table. Gerard pointed with his head towards the couch in the corner of the room.

Bob searched with his eyes for a few seconds before Gerard spoke up.

"It's hidden underneath."

Bob nodded in understanding as the older sat in front of him.

"What are you going to do with it?"

Gerard shrugged, sipping his now-not-so-warm coffee.

"Um... use it, I guess? But I can't build up the courage to look at it right now."

"Because it's from Jonathan?"

"Because it's strawberry flavoured," Gerard said along with sending Bob a sharp look.

He watched as the bearded man's face turned a deeper shade of red than he's ever seen.

In these kinds of moments, Gerard was VERY glad Bob knew his sex life so well, because otherwise he would probably have to explain once again what happened that night with Jonathan.

He subtly reached down and touched his own ass lightly, releasing a shaky breath.

"Oh," Bob said eventually.

Gerard nodded in agreement, his gaze stuck on the table. After the night in the alley, this was the second night he remembered best. It stung in his memory more than that time when he got beat up by one of his one-night-stand's friends and couldn't move his leg for hours.

Mainly because after what Jonathan did to him, he couldn't move at all for about a week, so...

"Hey," came a soft voice from the doorstep.

Both men turned their heads to look at Frank standing in the kitchen, his hair slightly slick with water, wearing baggy clothes that made him look really cute, but Gerard was too busy trying to get rid of the stinging in his ass to get turned on by his boyfriend.

"Oh, hi Frank. I just came around to see how you two were doing," Bob said with a smile, the blush on his face soothing.

Frank never saw the bearded man blush before, he was almost sure that the man physically wasn't capable of it, but apparently Gerard and him were talking about something really harsh if it caused both of them to look so flustered and stuttery.

"Cool," he smiled regardless, deciding not to ask questions, and sat down beside Gerard, in front of the third mug of coffee.

"So..." Bob started on a casual conversation as he sipped his coffee, "Have you two solved your problems? I know the past few days have been harsh, and I just wanted to know that you're good."

"Oh yeah, we're doing great," Frank smiled, linking his hand with Gerard's and raising it slightly for the bearded man to see.

Bob nodded with a soft smile, and the three men drank quietly while the radio kept playing in the background.

The bearded man, who sat facing the counter as his eyes wandered, couldn't help but notice the small piece of paper that still rested on the windowsill. He knew what it was immediately, and he also knew that if this piece of paper didn't disappear anytime soon, Frank would probably pick it up and read what was inside.

He gave Gerard a glance while Frank scanned the newspaper. The older man raised an eyebrow at him, and the bearded nodded his head in the direction of the window.

The black-haired turned his head without Frank noticing, and once he caught sight of the note he left there, he nearly choked on his coffee.

"Are you okay, Gee?" Frank asked when he suddenly heard his boyfriend coughing heavily, and looked at him with concern.

"Yeah, I-I'm okAY," Gerard squeaked, his sentence being cut off by another cough.

Frank put a hand on his back and rubbed softly, the younger's eyebrows furrowed with worry.
"Do you want a glass of water, or..."

"NO!' Gerard said almost too quickly, and coughed a few more times. When he saw Frank's startled face, he was quick to speak up. "I'm good. Don't worry. Just... choked on my coffee a little. I'm fine now."

"O-okay..." Frank said quietly, still rubbing his back.

Once Gerard's coughing fit came to a full stop, he sipped down the rest of his mug before standing up and turning to put it in the sink.

"I'll go do the dishes for you," Bob told Frank gently.

"You don't have to," The younger said, "I can."

"No, you deserve to rest a little. I want to help you two," the bearded man smiled, and Frank nodded with a soft grateful grin.

Bob went to stand next to Gerard in front of the sink. As he started the water, the two man glanced at each other, and the younger one reached his hand towards the window, took the note and subtly put it in his pocket.

Gerard nodded gratefully, and Bob threw him a slightly concerned gaze before silently sending him back to his oblivious boyfriend.

The elder sat down next to Frank, who kissed his cheek lovingly, and Gerard couldn't help but smile a little and wrap his arm around the young man's waist, causing him to sigh happily and lean his head on Gerard's warm shoulder.

"So, Gerard, I know you don't really like to talk about it, but..." Bob began as he did the dishes calmly. The couple turned in their chairs to look at him, as he spun around so his back was against the counter, and he dried his hands on a small black kitchen towel. "Do you have anything planned for your birthday?"

Frank's eyebrows shot up, and he looked at his boyfriend. "When's your birthday?"

"Um... today," Gerard replied awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand.
"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I don't like to make a big deal out of it. It's just a birthday," he shrugged. "Also I knew you'd want to get me something if I told you."

"Because that's what people do for other people on their birthday! For god's sake Gee," Frank groaned, and then pulled away and pouted at him. "Why did you not want me to get you anything?"

"I don't want you to spend money on me," the older shrugged again.

"But I do," Frank said and cupped his boyfriend's cheek and made him look at him. "You're turning twenty nine."

"Don't remind me."

"It's not THAT old."

"It's so close to thirty!" The elder whined, sticking his lower lip out at Frank, who glared at him lovingly.

"Well, I can assure you by saying you still act like a five-year-old." He leaned in and pressed a small kiss to the older's lips, and Gerard broke his stubborn expression to kiss back shortly.
"Thank you," he sassed when Frank pulled away, and stuck his tongue out.

"Fuck you," The younger said and then looked at Bob, who was struggling not to laugh at his best friend. "Has he always been that way?"

"Pretty much," the bearded shook his head. "Believe me, just do what he says. He's never liked birthdays."

"Fine," Frank huffed, and then took his hand off of Gerard's cheek. "But you should've told me anyway."

"You would've probably bought a present," Gerard noted.

"Well I guess we'll never know now."

"Will you two be quiet and let me do the dishes already?" Bob groaned playfully and turned to face the sink again. "Just... watch a movie or make out, I don't care. But please stop arguing."

The two giggled like two little children and agreed, heading towards the couch and turning on the tv, before snuggling up into each other and sighing happily.

xoxoxoxo

"Hey guys, how about I go out and buy some pasta, and then we can make dinner?" Bob asked as he stepped into the bedroom, where Gerard sat in front of his desk drawing quietly, and Frank was on the bed playing Gerard's guitar.

He had been spending the day in the apartment, helping the two clean around, watching movies with them and constantly making sure that they were fine.

The two other men looked up at him, shaking themselves out of the bubble they sank into, and nodded.

"Sounds good," Gerard murmured quickly and turned back to his drawing.

"Cool," Frank said, and then bowed his head again and continued to move his fingers on the strings.

Bob looked at both of them one last time, before heading out of the apartment and beginning to walk towards the nearest grocery store.

Once he was out, the younger man smirked, and slowly placed the guitar down beside the bed.

He stood up quietly and began walking towards the small desk where his boyfriend was sitting, while peeling his shirt off and slowly discarding it to the floor.

Gerard, completely focused on his work, didn't notice any of the other's attempts, oblivious to the way Frank bit his lip while giving him a predatory look.

That's why, when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders and lips skimming over his ear, Gerard jumped in his chair, letting out a surprised squeal, and Frank let out a quiet laugh as he slid his hands down to rest on the older's chest, waiting until he relaxed.

"You know..." He whispered as Gerard finally calmed down, and leaned his head back to rest on Frank's shoulder. "I still owe you your birthday present," the young man said devilishly, his voice raspy with want, as one of his hands trailed lower to start working on Gerard's belt, hearing the other's breath hitch.

"Oh, r-really?" He chuckled breathlessly, and closed his eyes when he felt the warm hand creeping beyond his jeans and underneath the fabric of his boxers.

"Yeah," Frank replied, and licked along Gerard's pale neck.

"Oh god," the older man groaned when the younger's hand met his semi-hard dick and took hold of it. He then stood up, turned around to face Frank, took his face in his hands and kissed him hard.

The younger moaned happily as he tugged on the other's shirt, and Gerard slowly backed him towards the bed, not breaking the kiss.

The two were soon shirtless, about to fall back to the double bed, as Gerard ran his hands all over his boyfriend's body. The young man groaned and caught the older's lower lip between his teeth, tugging needily.

"Happy birthday Gee," he growled with a smile, as Gerard shoved him hard on the waiting mattress.

xoxoxoxo

Bob was on his way back to the apartment, a bag of pasta in his hands, and he let the April air surround him as he had his earphones plugged, humming quietly to the tunes of "Helena".

Little was he aware of the eyes that followed him from inside the small grey car that parked near the sidewalk, watching his every step, waiting for him to be in a safe distant from the car, and once he was far enough, the tall man stepped out, slowly approaching him from behind as the big knife was grasped firmly in his hand.

The man got closer and closer. Bob continued to march calmly, thinking about his best friend and other things, memories of him and his little sister as kids flooding his mind and causing him to grin to himself, until the song ended, and he looked down at his phone to check out the next one on his playlist.

In the small silent gap between song to song, he could hear the slow steps behind him.

He lifted his head, still walking, and carefully slid the earphones out to see if he was imagining this.

He listened closely, narrowing his eyes, not turning around to look. There was, apparently, nothing nearby, as he couldn't hear the steps anymore, and after a few more seconds he decided to just leave it alone and placed one earphone back in.

And then, right as he was about to put the other one back and press "play"... the steps were back.

He froze. Now the only sound in the whole street was his steady breathing (although it was very quiet), and the steps that went on behind him.

Bob held onto the pasta in his hand, slowly tilting his head to the side with a raised eyebrow, just to catch a glance of who it was that followed him along the street, and suddenly a firm hand grasped his shoulder forcefully.

"Hey! What the f-"

He didn't get to complete that sentence, because the hand swiftly tugged him backwards, and a sharp object pierced into his lower back.

The bearded man gasped, freezing completely. The bag he held fell to the floor, and he was stuck in a state of utter shock, as the hand on his shoulder tightened, and the knife dug a little deeper into his skin, slowly staining the white shirt with sickening crimson red.

Then a pair of dry lips made contact with his jaw.

"Tell Gerard I said happy birthday," Jonathan growled quietly in his ear.

Notes

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