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The next morning, Frank feels a pillow smack his shoulder. He balls up out of instinct, arms surrounding Gerard and gaurding his body protectivly.
Another pillow hits him in his face this time, and he lets out a loud groan. When he sits up, Mikey and Pete are both standing a foot from the bed with shit-eating grins on their faces.
"Morning," Pete says with a smirk, tone of voice syrup-sweet, yet slightly devious.
"Morning dickwads," he mumbles, lying back down and pulling the sleeping boy closer.
Mikey grabs a pillow and prepares to toss it, "We leave for the airport in 20."
Frank groans again and sits up. He looks down at his boyfriend, sleeping peacefully next to him, pretty face calm and mouth open. "I don't wanna wake him up... I feel bad doing that, look at him, he's so fucking cute and sleepy!"
"I volenteer to wake him!" Mikey hits his brother with the pillow and grins when he jumps like, a foot in the air and clutches to Frank with a death-grip.
"We leave in 20."
"Okay. Out."
Mikey and Pete both follow orders and leave the room, closing the door behind. Frank and Gerard both look at each other tiredly, exhaustion running through their body.
"Mornin', Pumpkin," the older boy mumbles, grogilly kissing him on the forehead.
Frank gives him a peck on the forehead, "Morning baby, you sleep okay?" He gently touches his thumb to his boyfriend's eyebags, caressing gently.
He shrugs, "Just kinda tired, I don't know. Nothing a little Xan can't fix."
"Don't phrase it like an addict," the smaller boy sighs, stretching his arms way above his head.
Gerard randomly places his fingers under the other boy's armpit and makes him squirm. He's really ticklish. "You have, like, no body hair. You might be the definition of twink."
"What? Man, I got plenty!"
"If you didn't have a bush and happy trail you'd be like one of those naked cats. I don't think chest hair exists on you other than baby hairs."
"Man, we're just late bloomers in my family! All Ieros are, trust me. Speaking of, I can't wait for when you'll get to meet my dad some day, he's gonna love you."
"I can't wait to meet your dad! You talk so highly of him. That picture on your desk in the little checkered frame of you and him in the go-kart is so sweet. You were the cutest little baby ever, too precious."
"I've never seen your baby pictures," Frank recalls, "G, show me your baby pictures!"
"Man, I don't know where any are! We'll have to ask my mom. Actually, as stupid as this may sound, Pete's probably come across them in his little snoop journeys."
"Probably, not the craziest assumption. I bet you were adorable."
Gerard lets out a little giggle and rolls his eyes, "Not as cute as you, Pumpkin. We actually need to get moving, we've spent way too long talking.."
Frank nods and jumps up, rushing to the chair with both sets of clothes. He hands one over and starts dressing himself, pulling Batman boxers up his thighs and Batman pajama pants over those.
"Very Batman today," Gerard comments, underessing.
Frank shrugs and pulls his Ramones shirt over his head, "I like Batman, what can I say? Go get your Superman boxers and pjs."
Gerard rushes to his drawer and does exactly that, pulling them on along with a Misfits shirt. "People ship Batman and Superman, right?"
Frank narrows his eyes, "Ship..? To where?"
The older boy shakes his head and lets out a giggle, "Forgot you're a hockey jock... basically characters or people that you want in a relationship so you draw them or imagine them in those scenarios. Make sense?"
Frank nods, "I guess..? Is that, like, fanfiction?"
"Sometimes, yeah. It can be whatever you want, whoever you want."
"So lemme get this straight, somebody has drawn Batman and Superman getting gay together? Y'know, I love living in the 21st century. Let's get gay together."
"I love getting gay with my twink," the older boy smirks, hands landing on his hips and fiddling with his waistband, "I love my twink more than anything else."
"I love my faggot more than anything else," Frank smiles, kissing his nose, "Okay, socks, shoes, downstairs."
"Doyle and Stella, too. We can put them in our carry-ons so they're closer to us and far safer." He goes over to the stuffed animals and picks them up, handing Stella to Frank.
"I'd like that," the smaller boy says softly, hugging the stuffed dog tight, "Okay, now we actually need to go before the other two come back and yell at us."
Gerard nods in agreement and grabs the blanket from his bed, slinging it over his shoulder. They both put plain black socks on before heading downstairs, then tie their beat up black converse. They can only tell the four pairs of them apart based on size, the fact that Frank and Pete put their initials in their shoes, and Gerard's are decorated in little bones and skulls and a few hot-glued studs from an old broken belt.
When the others are ready, the 6 of them set off and load into the car. Once buckled, Gerard spreads the blanket across them both and rests his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.
The car ride is only a little over 20 minutes. They haul everything into the airport and toss their suitcases and bags onto the conveyor belt, with the exception of their carry-ons, of course. It takes off at 9, and it's only 8:15, so the four boys get half an hour to wander before theyve gotta deal with TSA bullshit.
"They're probably gonna make you take your rings out," Pete tells Frank, hand gesturing to his face.
He sighs, "Fuckin' hate TSA. It's a ton of racial profiling, transphobia that goes into sexual assault territory— so much bullshit and a lot of it's due to fucking 9/11. People just suffer due to this shit. Look, literally TSA is activly patting that dude down really close to his crotch, not cool."
He's right.
Gerard's stomach twists, "Oh my fucking God. I hate airports. What if they do that to me?? I need Xanax."
Frank reaches into his pocket and grabs one from the small plastic bag, handing it to his boyfriend and watching him dry-swallow. "I'm not gonna let TSA lay a finger on you, don't be scared."
"Guys, can we move on and go get smoothies? Look how fucking good those look," Mikey asks randomly.
He's totally correct, they're majestic. Pete whips out his wallet and pulls $40, "On me, let's go."
They all walk over and the only one who doesn't order strawberry (the safest and always good option) is Pete because he's always gotta be different and gets peach instead. Which Mikey realizes quickly is actually really good when he tries a sip.
Suddenly, their phones all buzz and it's Mr Way telling them to come back and have things checked. They all start making their ways over.
"Can someone hold my piercings? I don't want them to get mixed up and end up with my nose ring in my mouth."
"I got ya," Gerard says immidiatally, snaking an arm around his waist.
When they get there, Frank goes first and asks if he should take out his piercings, which is a yes. He hands them to Gerard, and steps through. The rings get passed back one at a time and he manages to get them back in. Pete goes after and it goes smooth.
"Grab your bags," Mikey directs, walking to them.
Gerard stumbles through like he's hammared and the guy looks at him weird.
"He has to take Xanax to fly," Mrs Way informs, "He's 18."
The guy nods and rolls his eyes, then the parents get through. They all head over to the gate, Mr Way shows the tickets, and the 6 head through the jet bridge. They all split up and find their seats, Frank and Gerard making it before whoever's next to them.
Gerard lifts the arm rest while Frank puts their bags up above, flopping down after and buckling up. His boyfriend does the same and spreads the blanket, "Shit, forgot the pillow."
Frank shrugs, "I'll live as long as I'm with you, beautiful."
Gerard smiles and nuzzles into the crook of his neck, purring slightly like a cat and licking his throat. He doesn't bat an eye, just pulls him closer and yawns.
The girl next to them looks about their age and Frank can't exactly pinpoint where or if he knows her from. He thinks she's just got one ot those faces until she looks right at him and her energy shifts.
"Heyyyyy Frankieeeeeee," Chrissy drags the 'y' and 'e' way too long.
Frank suppresses his groan, "Hi Chrissy.."
"What's with you and that kid? It's like you can't quit touching each other."
Frank looks at Gerard and then at Chrissy. "You really wanna know?"
"Yeah."
Frank lifts the older boy's chin gently and kisses him tenderly.
"Frankie— you're.. gay...?!"
"Bi, actually."
"Don't call him Frankie," Gerard slurs, "And don't think I forgot about when you took his shirt and colorgne."
"Colorgne?" Frank giggles quietly.
"Shut up, Pumpkin, I'm tryna make a point. You better give his shirt and cologne back."
"Fine, he can have them. But be warned, I've done a lot with both items.." she winks at him creepily, which makes him shutter.
"Disgusting. Keep them. Don't fuck yourself with your classmate's cologne."
"Whatever. Have a nice flight, Pumpkin.."
It takes every bit of strength in both of their bodies to hold Frank down when he nearly lunges at her, "You fucking cunt, don't call me that! You don't even know the reason behind the nickname!"
Gerard grinds his teeth, unbuckles, and stumbles to get up, grabbing his iPod and earbuds from his carry on, closing the compartment and sitting back down, buckling back up. He puts an earbud in and cuddles up to Frank more defensively this time, both arms around him.
The smaller boy takes the other earbud and wraps his arms around his boyfriend defensively, melting into his touch and calming down instantly.
Gerard's out like a light as soon as the plane's in the air. Frank falls asleep 15 minutes later.
He wakes up at random and blinks slowly, immidiatally spotting Chrissy taking photos of both of them. He doesn't care that much, at least she'll have to be reminded that Frank's taken by him every time she looks at it.
After a long while, they land. People start clapping and Pete looks over the back of his seat, not surprised to see the whitest, most blonde-haired blue-eyed family ever.
"I'm glad your family doesn't clap when the plane lands," he grumbles to Mikey.
"We wouldn't be caught dead doing that. Nothing pisses off my dad more than people clapping when the plane lands."
Everyone starts getting off and everybody grabs their belongings, Chrissy backing up a little too close to Frank. They practically run out of the plane and find the rest of the crew.
They grab their luggage and sit down while Mr Way goes to figure out the rental car situation. Frank rocks back and fourth on his feet, trying to be patient but struggling so bad. He just wants to eat and lay down with Gerard.
When they get the car, they hurry to load their belongings, maneuvering things behind and beneath the seats in the far rear to make room for more.
It takes a bit, but they arrive at the airbnb and immidiatally start exploring, quickly claiming rooms and bringing their luggage in.
They only unpack the essentials and go to lie down, Gerard deciding to take a shower, without Frank, for once. But that gives the smaller boy the chance to just lie around and explore the house, so its okay. He goes to the livingroom and sits down next to Pete, leaning back against the couch.
"We're going to dinner at 6," Mikey lets him know, resting legs across Pete's lap and feeling 2 hands rest on his knees.
Frank nods and looks over to the TV, Buffy The Vampire Slayer activly playing. They all sit there and watch it until Frank hears the water shut off and scrambles back to the bedroom.
He waits patiently on the bed for his boyfriend, rocking back and fourth while picking at a scab on his knee.
When Gerard walks in, he's just in a towel and Frank immidiatally starts staring. He really can't help it, putting something so hot right in front of a teenage boy is gonna result in these feelings 9 times out of 10.
"Hey," Gerard grins, eyes meeting his.
Frank sits up on his knees and wiggles his lower body excitedly, "Hey, beautiful. How was your shower?"
"The water pressure is actually perfect," he remarks, sitting down next to him and snaking an arm across his back. "It's fucking fabulous."
The smaller boy leans in and sniffs him deeply, glad that the cedar scented shampoo doesn't override his boyfriend's natural scent. "That's awesome.. also, we're going out to dinner at 6."
"Noted, it's only 2 so we've got time galore. Wanna explore the area?"
Frank perks up and nods, "Yeah! What kinda area, though?" He says the last part in a 'hint hint, wink wink' tone.
Gerards cheeks start to flush, "The local one, dude, mind out of the gutter."
"I'm sorry, sweetie, you're sitting here in nothing but a towel so.."
"Okay, okay, that was totally on me. Anyway, let's get dressed and go out, we're not far from the downtown strip."
The smaller boy nods and scrambles to his suitcase, digging out a pair of camo cargo shorts and a Metallica t-shirt. He puts those on along with his converse, then sits down on the bed to wait.
After spending a couple hours down town, they head back to the Airbnb and go out to dinner with the others, good vibes all around and happiness filling the air.
They go back that night absolutely exhausted, both of them changing as soon as they're in their room and practically tackling each other into bed.
"I love this," Frank whispers, caressing his boyfriend's cheek softly.
"I love you," Gerard replies, hand rubbing his back.
"I love you, too," the smaller boy says back, kissing his lips tenderly, "Goodnight beautiful."
"Goodnight Pumpkin."