Gerard and Frank sat in comfortable silence on the worn out leather couch, Gerard's arm slung around Franks shoulders. Abandoned dishes lay on the coffee table in front of them, displaying remnants of their dinner.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Gerard asked, tilting his head slightly to look at Frank.

Frank laughed quietly, "Right now? I'm amazed. Amazed that you're sitting here, that you didn't push me out that door and never talk to me again. But overall, I'm tired, Gee. I'm exhausted. I haven't slept properly for weeks and..." He trailed off, rubbing his forehead. "Yeah, I'm tired."

Gerard pointed to the hallway that led to his bedroom, " Well there's a bed in there, feel free to have nap time."

Frank looked at Gerard with a slightly puzzled stare. "But... That's your bed."

"And?"

"Well... aren't you going to sleep in it tonight?"

"Well, I usually do." Gerard responded, laughing slightly.

Was Gerard giving him permission to sleep in his bed tonight? Surely not. That would be... He had to ask. To confirm.

"And you're okay if I sleep there too?" He emphasized the word too, hoping Gerard meant they would be sleeping there together.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Gerard asked, a sarcastic frown creasing his forehead.

Frank stared at his fingernails with sudden interest. "I don't know..." He looked slightly awkward, but with a hopeful expression that couldn't be denied.

Gerard laughed at Franks apparent nervousness, "You're fucking adorable, I hope you know that. Now get your ass in that bed."

Was that... an order? Frank blushed as he stood up from the couch. He managed to mutter something that sounded like "okay," and couldn't help the small smile that had began creeping its way to his lips.

He walked into Gerard's bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He pulled off his jeans and threw them into a crumpled heap on the floor, exchanging them for far more comfortable flannel pajama pants. He wore an oversize, baggy misfits tee that dwarfed his slight frame even farther.

He pulled back Gerard's sheets and covers, smiling lopsidedly at the ragtag mess of quilts and and flannel tie blankets. It was as if Gerard slept in some sort of den, surrounded by years and years of handmade quilts. He snuggled down under several layers of cloth, burying his face into the pillow. He inhaled deeply, so utterly content in this perfect moment. Before he knew it, his eyelids were growing heavy and he lost the will to move, even think.

Gerard looked around the living room for his sketch book, desperately needing to pour his feelings into something. After digging under old pizza boxes and piles of abandoned clothing, he realized it was in his room, "Shit." he muttered. He rolled his eyes and quietly padded into his bedroom. "Don't mind me." He whispered, glancing around the room for any sign of his sketch pad.

Frank rolled over in a sleep induced haze.

"Gerard?" He called out

Gerard mumbled something that sounded vaguely like a 'yes' as he continued to rummage through his junk filled closet.

Frank pulled the blankets up over his nose and mouth, only his eyes showing over the top of the covers.

"Come here." His voice was slightly muffled, but there was the unmistakable overtone of a devious plan inflected in those two words.

Gerard smiled slightly and stepped away from the closet. He turned around and an ecstatic grin broke onto his face at the sight of Frank buried under the covers. He laughed and jumped in bed next to him, pulling blankets onto himself.

Frank moved closer to Gerard, snuggling up under his arm. He lay his head on his chest, extremely content with the arm resting casually around him. He could stay like this for weeks on end.

Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank tighter, moving him so they were closer. He smiled and bent to kiss him on the top of his head.

"Gerard?"

"Mhmm?" He responded, muttering into Franks hair.

Frank forced himself to pull away and propped himself up on one arm, moving the hair from his eyes with a casual flick of his head. He searched Gee's face, holding eye contact a second longer than he intended to. It was far too easy to lose his way in those eyes. He noted the way the half-clean red locks framed the outline of his cheekbone. The way his skin looked. That look he was giving him right now. All of him.

"You..." he began. He knew what he meant to say, but lacked the proper eloquence to do poetic justice to the man lying across from him. "You are amazing."

He leaned in and kissed him softly, not giving him time to respond. He knew he would deny it.

Gerard smiled against Frank's lips, a sudden warmth growing inside of him. His fingers laced through Frank's hair, cupped his neck, and trailed their way over his shoulders. His heart was drumming in his chest hard enough to ache, but a good kind of ache. Like the ache you feel when your favorite band plays their best song.

Frank rolled so he was halfway on top of Gee, one hand resting gently on his chest, the other pulling his head upward into his by the back of the neck. He deepened the kiss, losing himself entirely in the moment. He thought he would explode from the emotion cavorting about his chest. This feeling... it had to be something dangerously close to love. Not just the heat of the moment, not lust, not animalistic passion. Love.

Gerard drew a deep breath through his nose, propping them both up with one arm, the other slung around Frank's neck. Emotions flooded him, happiness, bliss, love, the list was almost endless. But most of all, he was at peace. All the feelings that usually cluttered his brain were gone. He was devoid of the blackness that usually consumed his life.

Frank moved to straddle Gerard. Gerard leaned back against the wall behind his bed. He pulled Frank closer to him, grabbing the sides of his frayed Misfits shirt.

Frank began unbuttoning Gerard's crisp black button down shirt, starting at the collar. He kissed the newly exposed skin, running his hands over every available inch.

Gerard was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of delusion. He wondered if this was all a dream, some cruel trick his mind was playing on him. He paused, smothered by fear that this was mere fantasy.

Frank sensed Gerard's hesitation. He pulled back and looked at him questioningly, searching for explanation in his eyes.

Gerard brushed the feeling off, shaking his head and leaning back in. Frank kissed him briefly, but worried. Was he taking things too fast? Was he doing something wrong? He pulled back even farther, too far for Gerard to simply kiss him again.

"What's wrong?" He inquired.

"I thought it was a dream." Gerard replied, slightly confused by reality.

Frank kept his face in a mask of perfect composure, but before he could even fully establish any degree of seriousness, he burst out laughing. He was relieved that he wasn't the only one feeling that he was living in a fantasy world. He let his arms to cease supporting him and fell forward onto Gee's bare chest. His laughter died away, but he remained there, lying comfortably atop Gerard an ear to his chest. He traced a single finger down his side.

"You know, you're kind of... beautiful." Frank blushed as the words escaped him. He had meant to make that observation in the privacy of his own mind, but somehow the words slipped out.

Gerard ignored the compliment, instead pouting at the fact Frank had laughed at him. "You weren't supposed to laugh." He said, comically hurt.

Frank looked up a little too quickly, slightly worried that Gerard had misinterpreted his laughter. "No! I laughed because I was thinking the same thing. You're too perfect to be real."

Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank, suddenly realizing that Frank had come in here to sleep and was probably exhausted. "You're supposed to be sleeping." He said quietly. .

"Only if you stay with me," Frank replied.

"I don't think I could leave if I wanted to." Gerard said, and it was true. Right here, with Frank, was the happiest he had been in a while. Leaving would be absurd.

"Then don't."

Frank looked up to meet Gerard's eyes.

Gerard stared down into Frank's eyes, smiling. "I won't."

Frank sighed contentedly as he closed his eyes.

"I'll hold you to it."

Gerard, smile still plastered to his face, let his body relax into the pillows as his hand traced patterns into Frankie's back.