You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

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A/N: Apologies if this bothers you.

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*FRANK'S P.O.V*

"I got you something," Gerard says after a few more seconds. I look down at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"What?" I ask with a smile. He smirks and gets up of my lap, jumping off the bed and running to his dresser. He pulls the drawer open and pulls out something pink from the back of it. He tosses it to me.

I catch it in a spazzy move and hold it out in front of my face. I hold back gasp and look grumpily.

"Who's are these?" I ask, crumpling up the pink, lacy panties into a ball in my hands.

"Yours," he says, walking over to me, plopping himself down. I cock an eyebrow. "I bought them for you, to wear."

"Explain further."

"Well," he said, scratching the back of his neck. He makes a cute squishy face as his chin-long black hair falls in front of it. "You said you shaved you legs so that you weren't gross and hairy?"

I nod, flushing a bit. "So I was thinking that to make our, um," He continues, stumbling over his words. "Intimate times a little more sweet and special."

I nod again because what he was trying to do made sense. I understood that I was the girlier one. I was the younger, shorter, cuter one. I knew obviously I was the girlfriend figure. He would think I would wear the panties.

I was probably going to be on the bottom when we would have sex. Gerard just wasn't like that. He was more dominant, even with his masochistic attitude during foreplay.

Gerard would top, I would bottom, I would wear the panties.

Gerard's voice ripped through my thoughts. "What are you thinking about, sugar?" He asks softly, moving a piece of hair out of my face. I blush lightly.

"Just, y'know." I say lightly. "Thinking about when we finall..."

Gerard hums in understanding. "You think about it too?"

I don't answer right away. I put my head down and just feels how my cheeks turn crimson.I played with the lace on the underwear. I took a good look at them. The front of them were a thicker lace so you couldn't see anything when you put them on, in contrary to back which was about ruler thin and see-through.

"Do you think you can put them on me?" I blurt out before thinking. His head snaps up and he gives me a weird look.

"Um," he scrambles for words. "Shit, yeah, Frankie. Yeah."

I jump off he bed and shed my pants. Gerard, for the first time fucking ever, looks nervous. I furrow my eyebrows because I seriously do not understand. He has never been nerves undressing me before, that was many,

many times. So why now?

I pull down my boxers and kick them off my ankles. I put my hands on my hips and face Gerard. He was playing with the lace on the panties and staring at the ground. I frown.

"What's up, buttercup?" I ask.

His head comes up and he flushes red.

Was this still Gerard I-like-sex-a-lot Way?

He drops to his knees in front of me and shakes his head. "N-nothing is wrong."

"Gerard, they're just underwear." I reason with a small smile and he just sighs, sitting back on his heels.

"But they're not, y'know?" He says vaguely. What he said seemed to be blurted out by accident. I shake my head because honestly, I don't. He sighs again. "These are something only you and I know about, something to keep us intimate. It's just, it's a weird gift. Like, who gives their boyfriend fuckin' panties! I just wanted to be intimate like you wanted and I-" He finished his ramble with a groan, rubbing his face. I feel the frown on my face deepen.

"Gerard?" I ask, dropping to my knees. I uncover his face. "Are you embarrassed?"

Gerard avoids the question all together, but at the same time answers it. "I mean, oh God! What if they don't fit or if they were too sexy? I don't even wanna think if you thought they were the wrong type. Jesus, what if you thought 'Wow, he's trying to get to cake and it's not even his birthday!' This is just a train wrec-NGFH!"

I cut him off with a kiss, pulling on his shirt. I forget for a few seconds that I am naked from the waist down and just kiss him. He seems taken aback by me cutting him off, but that doesn't stop him from reciprocating.

I pull away to speak. "Gerard Way." I say in a warning tone. "There is no need to be embarrassed. I love that you thought about my intimacy quirk and got me something saying you approve and support. Gerard, this is probably one of the most special gifts I have ever received."

Gerard seemed a bit relaxed by this. He smiled softly as I brushed away the hair from his face. I smile back.

"And it doesn't even matter what you got me. It's the thought that counts." I add as Gerard blows out air in relief. I kiss his check. "Now, are you gonna put them on me."

His eyes widen again as he nods. He watches as I stand up with a horrified facial expression. I give him a look like

You can do it! and he gulps loudly.

He rings he panties around my ankle and starts sliding them up. Every time the panties move up a bit, Gerard kisses the space where panties just moved from. He kissed up my calf all the way up to my thigh. He finishes putting the underwear on with a kiss to my crotch. He runs his hands up and down my legs, looking up at me with a smile.

"I don't know how much this means. I mean it's not an 'I love you', but," Gerard looks up at me earnestly, licking his lips and looking for his next words. "But, I seriously dig you."

Sure, I didn't understand the choice of words or why now he said them, but I got the message.

"I seriously dig you too."