Status: Finished
Sick
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Gerard was curled up on the dirty couch. “I’m dying, Frankie,” he said as Frank lifted his head into his lap.
“No you’re not,” he replied, carding his fingers through the greasy hair. Gerard had a head cold. That was all.
“I am, I’m dying,” he coughed into Frank’s clothed stomach, “and you don’t even care.” And he wondered why people called him a Drama Queen.
“Of course I care,” Frank humoured him, “maybe you should try getting some sleep?”
Gerard grumbled a responce of some kind. “We can snuggle in your bunk,” Frank encouraged, “rest for tomorrow’s show?”
Gerard peeked an eye up at Frank. “Fine,” he said – but it didn’t sound reluctant – and grabbed the almost empty bottle of water and the tissue box by the couch in one hand, and Frank’s wrist in the other.
Mikey didn’t spare them a glance as the two drew the curtain of the bunk. He simply text away to Pete, I would never have sex with a sick person. Ever.
“No you’re not,” he replied, carding his fingers through the greasy hair. Gerard had a head cold. That was all.
“I am, I’m dying,” he coughed into Frank’s clothed stomach, “and you don’t even care.” And he wondered why people called him a Drama Queen.
“Of course I care,” Frank humoured him, “maybe you should try getting some sleep?”
Gerard grumbled a responce of some kind. “We can snuggle in your bunk,” Frank encouraged, “rest for tomorrow’s show?”
Gerard peeked an eye up at Frank. “Fine,” he said – but it didn’t sound reluctant – and grabbed the almost empty bottle of water and the tissue box by the couch in one hand, and Frank’s wrist in the other.
Mikey didn’t spare them a glance as the two drew the curtain of the bunk. He simply text away to Pete, I would never have sex with a sick person. Ever.
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This is just something I came up with in the space of 10 minutes.Enjoy :D