"Gerard, why the fuck are you eating your cereal on a plate?"

Gerard cringed, his face spinning through every shade of red before exploding into a color brighter than his own firetruck red hair. He'd just dyed it too, causing the amber that lit his cheeks to burn brighter. In that moment, Gerard was truly a flaming homosexual.

"There aren't any more clean bowls," Gerard mumbled awkwardly, averting his gaze from Frank's. He could feel his boyfriends venomous hazel gaze boring into the back of his neck like poisonous fangs.

"You seriously couldn't have, like, washed a bowl? Gee, you know I love you but sometimes I swear you're the laziest asshole on the planet," Frank said, his warm voice lit with exasperation. Gerard rolled his eyes, shooting a sassy glance at Frank out of the corner of his eye because yes, looks could be sassy, especially those of hella gay Gerard Way's.

"That's too much effort," the taller boy whined before proceeding to starfish on his chair. Miraculously, he didn't fall onto the glimmering hardwood floor of their apartment's kitchen, although Frank secretly knew that he'd absolute laugh his ass off if Gerard had fallen, because who wouldn't?

"Gerard you're going to fall," Frank said, his voice shining with that motherly tone that he always used when his dorky boyfriend did something, well, dorky.

"Okay mom," Gee grumbled, exasperation evident in his tone. As if on cue, there was a loud bang as Gerard went toppling to the floor, hitting the ground with such force that Frank swore Brendon Urie was going to crawl up from hell to punish Gerard for disturbing his satanic sanctum.

"Fuck, Gerard are you okay?" Frankie exclaimed, rushing over to his boyfriend and kneeling beside him. Frank's mind started to whirl with what he could possibly do because it was evident that Gee wasn't going to respond, and Frankie, although the biggest emo on the face of the earth, was also the biggest piece of Gerard trash on the planet, and a protective one at that. Hell, Frank loved Gerard so much that he was pretty sure he would endure the wrath of demon Brendon Urie, which was almost as bad as when the people at Starbucks messed up Brendon's order. When that happened, Frank knew to stay the fuck away from him at all costs.

"Boo!" Gerard screeched like the child that he was and hugged Frank. Gerard couldn't help but giggle at the irritated look plastered on his Frankie's face. "I scared you, huh?"

"You fucking piece of fuck I had fucking  forty fucking heart attacks," Frankie said, embracing Gerard tightly. Gerard held him close and stroked his hair.

"You sure it wasn't sixty-nine?" Gerard purred into his boyfriend's ear. Gerard wasn't even sure Frankie had heard him because Frankie's dark emo hair was seriously starting to get really fucking long, not like Gerard was complaining though because, as much as he denied it, he secretly thought Frankie's hair was the cutest fucking thing on the planet. Well, aside from Frankie overall. And cats. Cats were always cute, no matter what.

Awhile back, Frank had promised Gerard that they could get a kitten someday. It had been four years since the discussion and he still hadn't gotten his kitten. Gerard was seriously considering calling Ray and asking him to tell Frank to go the fuck through with his commitment, but part of him knew that Ray was too lovely to ever yell at Frank. Besides, Ray knew just how obsessed with cats Gee could be; it was even more so than he was obsessed with Frank, and that was a lot.

"Quite sure," Frankie grumbled before lightly pushing Gee off of him and getting to his feet. Gerard pouted a bit because he had actually just been cockblocked by his boyfriend. At the moment Gerard hit an all time low, one that Alex Gaskarth would certainly be impressed with.

"Gee, I made you coffee," Frank said, leaving the red-haired boy on the floor without even helping him get up. However, when Frank mentioned coffee, Gerard levitated off the floor like a fucking angel; he would go to any length to get coffee, aside from anything involving harming Frankie or a cat.

"Thanks Frankie!" Gee giggled like a child, kissing Frank on the cheek. Frank did his best to hide it, but his face lit up like a stoplight, or, in this case, Gerard's hair. They'd been together 5 years now, Gerard being 30 and Frank being 26, and still Gerard's little kiddish personality and actions made him blush like hell.

"Frankieeee come watch the news with meeeee," Gerard whined. Frankie rolled his eyes before proceeding to grab his own mug of coffee and burning himself in the process because fuck it was hot (yet not nearly as hot as Gerard); Frankie then made the long journey to their black fabric couch and collapsing into it with a weary sigh.

"Cuddddleeee!" Gee whimpered like a child. Frank giggled and buried his face into his boyfriend's cat-onesie-covered chest and draped an arm over his lap. Gerard wound his fleecy arm over Frank's shoulder and they snuggled together like they'd been doing this for years, which they indeed had.

Frank smiled to himself as the realization hit him. He lived in an apartment with his fucking dorky boyfriend, where he could have stupid ass pillow fights and build forts with and fucking pick flowers- and you better believe they did all these things- and something about being there with him curled up on the couch after Gerard literally falling out of his chair felt so tranquil, like it was meant to be.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Gerard asked, gazing down at little Frankie. Frank giggled and pressed his chapped lips to Gerard's.

"Just how lucky I am, to have you and to be here with you," Frankie said happily.

"You're cute, but wouldn't it be better with a cat?" Gerard asked, gazing at Frank with some sort of hope of feline love in his eyes.

"Someday Gee, someday," Frank giggled. Frank intertwined his fingers with Gerard's, creating some sort of metaphorical chain through the action, a promise that he would never leave Gerard- not that he'd ever want to because who in their right mind could ever want to leave Gerard?- and although he hadn't quite kept his promise about the kitten, Frankie knew for certain that he was going to keep this one, because Gerard wasn't simply something he could put off or forget because he was just that lovely of an asshole and a persistent one at that, but Frank could never deny that he was in love with him, because then he'd be lying and Frank never lied, especially not to Gerard.

Frank was pulled from all these thoughts with a simple like from the newscaster, "Now, the traffic."

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hahahahahahahaha okay so first frerard fic I've literally ever written and sorry that it kinda sucks I tried and and stuff it'll get better from here I promise lol feedback is much appreciated and I love you guys and you're all strong and stuff and yeah *huggles*

Until next time,

-Callie