Frank woke up before Gerard the next morning. His arm was curled around his waist, and since Gerard was dead weight on him, he couldn't move. So, he just curled into his chest and sighed.
A while later, Gerard started walking up, which Frank could feel because his breathing changed and he shifted a little. After a few minutes of Gerard getting accustomed to being conscious, he flipped them over. Frank squeaked as he was pinned under Gerard. "H-hi."
"Hi." Gerard laid down on top of Frank and kissed him, sliding their lips together and getting a taste of his tongue. He pulled away only when he absolutely had to to get a breath.
Frank panted under him. "One."
"Not gonna lie, you look kinda hot panting under me."
"Are you horny?"
"No. I woke up hard like two days ago, that's probably gonna be the last time for like three months."
"Oh. Damn."
"I can still remark on your hotness, though." Gerard leaned down to kiss him again but stopped himself. He frowned and sat back up.
Frank wiggled his eyebrows. Gerard laughed and rolled off of him, colliding with the mattress and making the springs squeak. "Your mattress is so creaky."
"I've had it for twenty years."
"You're eighteen."
"It used to be my parent's. Technically I've only had it for about fifteen years. My parents got a new mattress, and my mom still has that one." Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard's neck. "None of your mattresses squeak? Not even the one at Brimstone?"
"That one does, a little, and the one on my bed in Florida does too. Mikey and I used to jump on my bed down there when we were little, though, so it's safe to say some of the springs are worn out."
"Is it louder than this one?"
"I don't know, honestly. I haven't been there in a while."
"Well, this one is squeaky as hell. I accidentally fucked a girl on here once while my mom was home. She knew."
"Yikes."
"Yeah, yikes. I got yelled at for like an hour."
Gerard snuggled into Frank's neck. "What are we doing today?"
"I was thinking about going to the holiday festival."
"It's open? I thought it was just yesterday."
"Nope! It's open until New Year's. Yesterday was the first day, and everyone in town shuts down to go. All the small businesses and stuff have booths set up to sell things and promote business. It's really fun! At night, they light a giant menorah if it's in season for Hanukkah, which I think it is this year-"
"It's the third day of Hanukkah, yeah."
"Yeah. So they'll do that, and then they have Christmas lights and bands and stuff playing. It's really fun!"
"That does sound fun. We should go. I need to spoil you, anyways."
"Shut up. You're not spoiling me."
"Frankie, I can do whatever the fuck I want with my money. If I choose to spend it on my boyfriend, then so be it."
Frank rolled his eyes. "I hate you."
"No you don't."
"No, I don't." Frank rubbed their noses together.
They got up and dressed, then took Sweet Pea for a short walk and made their way downtown. Frank was regretting not wearing a heavier jacket. He was shivering by the time they got to the park the festival was at. Gerard noticed this and held his jacket open a bit. Frank tucked himself beside Gerard, pressing up against his warm body.
"You cold, pretty boy?" Gerard asked softly. Frank nodded, so he rubbed his arm. "That won't do. Let's get some breakfast, maybe that will warm you up."
There was a Dunkin Donuts booth there. It was late enough that not everyone was crowded around it. Gerard bought them some sandwiches and coffee while Frank stood wrapped in his arms, shivering.
"Are you okay? Like, really?" Gerard asked as they stepped aside to wait for their food. "Should we go home and get you a jacket? You don't have a lot of fat to keep you warm. You're tiny."
"I'll be okay. I think."
"If you start to get too cold, let me know immediately, do you understand?"
Frank nodded.
Gerard got their sandwiches and coffee while Frank wandered off to look for a table to sit at. He found a clear picnic table and brushed some snow off the top.
Gerard walked over with their sandwiches and coffees. "Yours, pretty boy, and mine."
Frank's cheeks heated up. That name would always get to him.
Gerard sat across from him while they ate. He made sure Frank was eating and drinking, and also felt his fingers every once in a while to make sure he wasn't too cold.
"Can't believe I thought this was okay for twenty degree weather," Frank mumbled.
"Twenty? That's warm."
"Aren't you American?"
"Oh! Right, Fahrenheit. I was born in America, and my parents are, so I do have the accent, but I was raised mostly in Europe, so I use things like Celsius and the meter system."
"Oh. That's...cool." Frank took a sip of coffee.
"So don't start talking to me about feet or whatever."
Frank put his foot between Gerard's thighs, resting his foot against his right leg. "What's wrong with feet?"
Gerard giggled and pushed Frank's foot off the bench.
"Wanna go look around?" Frank asked. "The bands start around eight, and restaurants will start serving food around noon."
"What time is it?" Gerard checked his phone. "Ten, okay. We woke up early."
"The day feels longer because I've only kissed you once."
"I can change that." Gerard pinned him up against a tree, a begging look in his eyes. "I mean...we've only been awake two hours..."
"If you wanna use a kiss, Gee, go for it. They're your cookies on the line."
Gerard whined and crashed his lips into Frank's, tangling his hands in his hair and brushing their tongues together. Frank tilted his head a bit, working his jaw until Gerard pulled away for air.
"Eight left," Frank said.
"I really want cookies." Gerard pouted.
"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. I'm gonna make them whether or not you win this game."
Gerard stared at him for all of a second before he kissed Frank again, pushing him against the tree. Several people walked by and gave them judging looks, but neither of them cared. They were much too wrapped up in each other to even see.
Frank's eyes slowly fluttered open as Gerard pulled away, brushing his bottom lip over Frank's top lip. "Let's never do that again."
"Mhm." Gerard pressed another soft, chaste kiss to his lips. "Never."
xXx
Once the clock hit eight, the festival changed a little bit. Bands started performing on the pavilion, and all the little kids and families went home, so Frank could make out with Gerard much more freely.
They were currently sitting on a blanket that Linda had so kindly brought them along with Frank's winter jacket because she cared for her son's safety. The blanket was spread out in the snow, out of the way and behind the booths. They were watching the bands, and Gerard's back was pressed up against a tree, and Frank was straddling him and kissing him and life could not be more perfect. There were bags and various loose items scattered all around the blanket, things Gerard had bought for Frank because goddamn, if he wanted to spoil his boyfriend, he was going to.
The bands took a short break around nine o'clock so that someone could light the candles on the menorah to the side of the pavilion. The Christmas lights had been on for a long time, but Frank still loved the way they made Gerard's eyes sparkle.
"Gerard?" he whispered as the next band started gearing up to play. It was a soft, romantic song, perfect.
"Mm?" Gerard pressed his lips to Frank's cheek.
"I'm in love with you?" It came out a question, even though he was so sure- he knew he was in love with Gerard. There was no need to think about it.
Gerard stared up at him. "Really?"
Frank nodded, swallowing hard.
"I'm in love with you too."
Frank's heart swelled, and he crashed his lips into Gerard's, because even if they kissed every second of the day it still felt good and this was a time to celebrate. They were young idiots who loved each other, and their lips were attached to each other like magnets.
Frank pulled away and climbed off of Gerard, sitting next to him and pressing up against him. Gerard wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed the top of his head, and just held him.
Frank let himself be held.