Brendon stood by Gerard as he was cutting carrots for their dinner. Brendon was rather important today, not waiting like the good boy he usually was.
"Not now, Brendon," Gerard sighed out. Brendon whined as he pulled Gerard's waist against him. Gerard whirled around.
"Brendon! I said not now!"
Gerard pushed Brendon away, his back hitting the fridge.
"Go set the table."
Brendon stormed off to the table and set the forks and plates out. Why was Gerard so damn moody today?
*
Brendon was in pain from the intense heat in his lower abdomen. While Brendon had lost his appetite, he pushed his plate away. As discreetly as possible, Brendon slowly slid his hand down under the table. He gently palmed himself in attempt to releave some pain. A moan escaped his lips. "God dammit, Bren!" Gerard said, slamming his fist onto the table. He gripped onto Brendon's wrist and dragged him from his seat.
