059: Pink

“Geeeeeeeeeee….GEE! GET UP!”

“AH! WHAT WHERE??”

Frank rolled back on his heels and laughed as Gerard sat bolt upright in bed, his long hair in his face and his amber eyes wide.

“You promised we would go to the amusement park today!” said Frank happily, as if nothing had happened.

Gerard held a hand to his head, yawning, now that he knew there wasn’t any immediate danger, like the house being on fire again. He groaned and fell back on his pillows, letting his arms fall out to the side, one hanging off the bed.

“What time is it?”

“8am.”

“WHAT? They’re not even open yet!”

Frank giggled from where he was sitting on the floor. “I know. I also know it’ll take you 35 minutes to get ready, and another 20 to get there, leaving only 5 until they open.”

Gerard glared at Frank. Frank just smiled.

“Do I at least get a cup of coffee?”

Frank shook his head. “You get one better.”

“What?”

“Me.”

Gerard raised an eyebrow and Frank leveled himself off the floor and climbed on top of Gerard, straddling his waist, leaning forward to pin his wrists to the bed and kiss him.

Gerard groaned and pulled his hands free to tug at Frank’s hoodie. It was quickly removed, along with the blue shirt and jeans. Upon seeing Frank in just his boxers, Gerard stopped.

“Frankie, Honey…”

“Yes?”

“Why, are your boxers Hot, Fucking. PINK???” Gerard asked with obvious disgust and fear of the things.

Frank grinned. “So you’d want them gone faster.” The kissing resumed.

“Can I burn them later?” Gerard gasped as the offensive boxers and the blankets that separated them vanished and bare skin collided.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Good.”