Wave of Gay 2 (Frerard and Peteky)

Plot and Plot and Thot and Plot

Pete woke up without his human blanket. Take 2 was not going to plan. He had a sticky note on his forehead-

'Sorry-Forgot I had work today! Have a good morning my love. Feel free to break the law because I'm probably missing you and could use a visit. I love you, Mikey x'

Pete sighed, his boyfriend was endlessly romantic even with sticky notes.

He stuck it up on the wall, in the section he just declared as the 'inspo wall' because despite his actual heritage was a basic white girl who needed her dreams and poor spelling displayed in her house.

He needed a coffee to get over the abundance of adorable.

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"Way!" The head police officer was walking in. He was known as Head Police Officer rather than Sargent because he was said to have only become Sargent by giving a lot of head to the ex-Sargent.

"Uh, hello?"

"So I've got this thing...." The officer droned, he was a complete idiot, Mikey and his colleagues did all the work and this bozo got all the Christmas benefit.

"Uh-huh."

"This thing means flying out to New York for a few days."

"And...."

"Well I don't want to do it. So I've put your name down. Thanks so much Mikey."

And before Mikey could swear under his breath and refuse the cocksucking idiot had gone and given Mikey a folder of flight details.

He had a week before he had to go to New York to collect papers and be briefed on security.

He had another half hour at work before he had to go home and tell Pete that he wasn't going to be home for almost a week.

He wanted to pack Pete in his suitcase and bring him around New York in his briefcase but not only did that defy all laws of physics and Pete was bound to complain about how Mikey only had ties in his bag, rather than pies.

He would tell him later, he wanted another cute night with Pete because Mikey was bored and annoyed and Pete's kisses and jokes were the antidote to his foul mood.

He just needed to knuckle down before he punched a wall and/or the Head Officer's balls.

*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*

"Hey Mikey, how was your day babe?" Pete hugged Mikey, who was already guilty enough. He should tell Pete he was going off, 3 days wasn't too long but when you're young and in love with cutest but clingiest boy in the world.

"Good, few people are very annoying but I've got you to relieve that. How was your day?"

"Fine. Who was an ass to you, I'm pummel them?!" Pete growled at Mikey, who grizzle turned into giggles quickly.

"You strain yourself opening the fridge door Pete."

"Not denying. Your turn to spill."

"I've been booked in for a conference in New York, 3 days next week."

Pete's grin fell, and that broke Mikey's heart.

"Okay...."

"I know, I don't want to go, but I have to."

"Have fun, let me teach you how. I bought some movies. We can cuddle and watch them."

"That sounds perfect."

So Mikey wrapped his arms and a blanket around Pete so they could be their own little cocoon of love and cheesy movies.

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Frank was waiting tables, he had coffee spilt on his shirt and he was sure that his hair was a mess. Gerard had decided to give him a lift home and was going to come when his shift ended; he wasn't waiting for him, he knew Gerard didn't have the ability to make a quiet entrance.

"Waiter?" A mother with her children called out to Frank,

He dumped his tray in the dirty dish rack and went over to her,

"Yes ma'am?"

"Can you get my bill please?"

"Of course, be right back."

He went over to the till and put her order in, grabbing the paper and bring it ball over,

"Here you go." He gave her the bill and she went rummaging through her purse.

Frank couldn't help but feel for her, they had the messy hair in common, the key clue on how flustered someone was.

One of her kids began to tug on his apron,

"Uh, hello little one." He said, ducking down to be eye-level with the kid.

"Hiya. Why do you have texta on your arms?"

Frank assumed he was talking about his tattoos, he'd rolled his sleeves up in a fit of clearing tables and cleaning them.

"Because I think they look very handsome so I coloured in my arms."

He decided to not say he had gotten his skin ripped open and filled with ink in front of a toddler.

"Well, I think you look handsome."

"Thanks kiddo." Frank ruffled his hair and the little kid grinned.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he stood up, greeted, surprisingly enough by his boyfriend,

"Hey Gee. Take a seat, I'll be eighth with you."

Gerard went and sat in a booth, the only table were he could sit facing Frank,

Frank turned back to the lady he was serving, who thanked him for his attitude towards her kids, she got out of the cafe quickly though, which was fine with Frank because Gerard looked stunning and he couldn't keep his kid-friendliness intact much longer.

"Hey babe." Gerard lept up and slung his arm around Frank's waist.

"Hey Gee, you look lovely today."

"So do you Frankie, your hair is all ruffled and it's really really hot."

"Thank you, I always go for the 'haven't slept since my mum kicked me out' kinda look."

"It's beautiful, should have had hair like this at our wedding."

With the mention of their wedding the mood went from 'If Gerard calls Frank hot one more time pants will have to come off' to 'oh yeah I'm married to the love of my life, and it's perfect'.

Frank sighed, and leaned in Gerard's chest,

"Wedding...it was so perfect..." He said wistfully.

"Yeah, just like you gorgeous." They learnt against the car, Frank curled into Gerard and Gerard played with Frank's hair as they recounted their wedding and how Gerard had freaked out when he dyed his hair the night before and when Frank stepped on Gerard's foot in their first dance.

"Gerard, honey, you'd better unlock the car, we need to get home."

"Oh, yeah. Got distracted." Gerard said as he unlocked the car and went around to get in the other door.

"By what?" Frank asked when they were both buckled up in the car.

"How stunningly handsome you are."

And Frank blushed and blushed and blushed.

Sorry I'm updating so slowly!!! Just busy watching Star Wars and buying limited edition Iron man posters......no regrets.
-M x