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Sick Day

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“Would...soup make you feel better?”

“No.”

“Candy?”

“No.”

“Ice cream?”

“No.”

“Porn?”

“No.”

“…sex?”

Frank sniffed, looking up at Gerard from his position on the couch. He was hunched up under a blanket, arms wrapped around his legs and chin resting on his knees. He didn’t even smile while answering. “No.”

“Damn.” Gerard cursed. Taking care of Frankie while he has a cold was much more work than he’d thought. He had called Mikey, begging him to come over and help him out, but Mikey insisted that he was ‘better suited’ to take care of Frank. The conversation went something like this:

“Mikeeeey, I need you to come over and help me. You’re better at this than I am.”

“Gerard, you’re the best person for Frank right now, and much better suited than I am.”

“Why is that?”

Mikey audibly sighed on the other end of the phone. “Because you’re his goddamn boyfriend, Gerard. But a word of advice: No sexytime. You’ll just get sick. Now, I have to go, so good luck!”

“Mikey, wait—"


And Mikey hung up on him. What a great brother, eh?

Gerard sat down on the couch beside Frank, watching him watch cartoons. He couldn’t help but observe how hellish Frank looked, even in the dim light of the coffee table lamp. Messy hair, bruised eyes, red Rudolph nose, pale skin…

“I know I look like Satan just shit me out of his big fat red ass, but that doesn’t mean you have to gawk at me.” Gerard snapped to attention, seeing Frank glaring at him. Gerard grinned and shrugged.

“Satan’s big fat red ass, huh?” Gerard muttered, unable to stop the images from flooding his brain. He quickly shut them out, shuddering. Ew.

“Yeah. Now be a good dog and go fetch me some coffee.” Frank said, unable to stop himself from smiling at the discomfort he had caused Gerard.

“Oh, so I’m your bitch now, huh?” Gerard raised an eyebrow. Frank giggled.

“Yep. You’ve always been my bitch.”

“But if I remember correctly, it was always me ontop, doing the—“

“Less talky, more fetchy!” Frank shooed Gerard away before he could finish. Gerard huffed, hiding a smile and heading towards the kitchen to brew some coffee.

He returned, handing the steaming mug of coffee over to Frankie and sitting back down. He took it eagerly, taking a sip. He managed to swallow it before another one of his coughing fits started.

“UGH. I feel like SHIT.” Frankie cursed, falling over to his side on the couch and scrunching up into a ball. Gerard sighed, once again at a loss for what to do. Absentmindedly, he started to hum a random song stuck in his head while he thought. Frank looked up at him, an eyebrow raised.

“The coconut song?”

“…is that what it is?”

“Yeah. You’re humming the coconut song.”

“Hmm…well then…” Gerard stood up, clearing his throat. Frank sat up, curious as to what the hell Gerard was about to do.

“I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts!” he started to sing dramatically, “There they are, standing in a row~” “Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head!” Gerard exclaimed, making circular shapes in the air.

Frank stared at him, jaw dropped. Gerard stopped, shrugging. “What?” Frank continued to stare at him in shock for another minute or so before busting out into hysterical laughter. Which only lead to more coughing.

“You okay?” Gerard finally asked, glad he at least made him feel better for at least a moment. Frank regained his composure, shaking his head.

“I only wish the others could have been here to see that.” Frank giggled.

“What, you don’t like my coconuts?”

“Oh, I love your coconuts, Gerard.”

“Which ones?”

“…huh?”

“The upper ones or the lower ones?”

“…uh…both?”

“Yay!” Gerard cheered, only to be pulled down ontop of Frank.

“I wanna see your coconuts.”

“Which ones?”

“God dammit, Gerard. Just fuck me.”


~The Next Day~


“You can’t say I didn’t warn you, Gerard.”

“Shut up.” Gerard groaned, buring his head under the pillow, coughing mercilessly.

“I told you. No sexytime, or you’d get sick. But no, don’t listen to me. I’m not the smart brother, oh no.” Mikey continued, stirring the bowl of soup, sitting on the chair beside Gerard’s bed.

“Ugh, okay. I learned my lesson.” Gerard said, pulling the pillow off of his head.

“Good, now shut up and eat.”
Title: Sick Day
Pairing: Fee/Gee
Rating: R (for RETARDED LOLZ)
Summary: Gerard takes care of Frankie :/
Warnings: Retardedness, poorly written literature, bad humor, implied sex, coconuts.

This was for Peppa. MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT WRITING AFTER A LONG TIME. So, yeah. It's short, it's stupid, it's rambling, it's gay. What else is new? BUT IT WAS WRITTEN FOR MY DEAR SWEET SICK PEPPA-SAN. WHO LOVES MY COCONUTS. (riiiight? ;D) I hope it makes you laugh just because of it's ridiculousness. :/

Get well sooooon~ x3
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OnyxheartedZAKBlover's avatar
I can see this happening if im sick or my boyfriend is. I take FOREVER to get over being sick, like frankie.