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"Hey, mom." Gerard paced back and forth as he prepared himself for the conversation, hoping his mom didn't pry too much into his personal life.
"...so, Frank's parents are going on vacation for the holiday, and I was wondering-"
"Of course, he can come here. You know that boy is practically family." Donna said from the other end.
"Mikey and Kristen are bringing that puppy they're fostering. Did you see the photos? He's got the cutest little face." Donna gushed.
"Yeah, mom. I saw them." Gerard looked over at Frank to see him busying himself with his phone, trying not to eavesdrop.
Frank already felt like a burden, having his best friend take pity on him and invite him over for Christmas. But it was better than spending it alone eating instant ramen and watching Die Hard by himself. Plus, Donna was an amazing cook from what he heard.
"Alright, Frankie. I hope you're ready to be spoiled." Gerard tossed his phone onto the couch, making Frank jump.
"What? Are you sure your parents are cool with me being there?" Frank felt so embarrassed.
"Are you kidding? Mom's excited to see you. Wouldn't be surprised if she gave you my old room. I think she's got the hots for you or something." Gerard teased, making the younger boy blush.
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Frank hated snow. He hated being cold, and he hated Christmas. But seeing Gerard with bed- head, when he knocked on his bedroom door was worth it. The way he blinked at Frank and rubbed his eyes was adorable.
He also loved how cute Gerard looked with his goofy hat with Jack Skelington's face on it.
His nose was turning red from the cold as he packed the last of his things into the car. They were only staying for the weekend, but with how Gerard packed, you'd think they were moving in.
It was only a few hours to Gerard's parents, but they wanted to leave early before traffic got too bad. Which meant waking up early, and neither of them was good at that.
"Can we stop and get coffee?" Gerard gave Frank his best pleading face, knowing he couldn't say no to him, or coffee.
"Yeah, I wanna get snacks anyway." Frank agreed.
"Don't eat too much. Mom's gonna make enough food to feed the neighborhood." Gerard half-joked.
There was no way they were leaving the table without having to undo their pants. They'd likely be sent home with leftovers to last them a week too.
"I was just gonna get donuts."
After a quick trip to the gas station, burnt coffee and cheap donuts in hand, they were finally on their way. The sun hadn't come up all the way yet, and Frank couldn't keep himself from yawning. Gerard was in the passenger seat, scrolling through Spotify. Deciding on the Bouncing Souls, knowing it would put Frank in a better mood. He couldn't help but sing along and it made the drive go faster.
They arrived at the Way's house in the early afternoon. Donna greeted them both with bone-crushing hugs and called for Mikey to help with the bags.
Kristen was sitting on the couch with a small puppy in her lap and Frank desperately wanted to pet it.
"Frankie, come here sweetie. Let me know how this tastes." Donna was guiding him to the kitchen before shoving a spoonful of something in his mouth.
"Gee told me you can't eat dairy, so I made you a vegan chocolate silk pie. How is it?" Donna was already scooping up another spoonful of pie filling, attempting to feed Frank more.
"Donna, don't feed the boy too much. He'll ruin his dinner." Don called from the living room.
"Oh, he's fine. Could stand to put on some weight anyway. Doesn't anyone feed you?" Donna was pulling Frank so he stood right in front of her as if she were inspecting him.
Frank had filled out considerably since the last time he saw her. Put on at least forty pounds and was currently wearing Gerard's pants, his belly hung slightly over said pants. Maybe Donna was just being polite.
"I made up Gee's old room. Hope you're okay with sharing a bed." Donna wiped her hands on her apron and went back to cooking, unaware of the stress she just put Frank under.
Sharing a bed? Sharing a bed! There's no way he could handle that.
Gerard and Mikey's voices pulled him away from his panicked thoughts as the two finally came back with all of their bags.
"Just take them downstairs," Donna called from over her shoulder.
Frank followed the brothers down to the basement that was Gerard's old room. It looked mostly the same as it always did. Still had that Danzig poster above his bed still had the mismatched star wars sheets and the anime figures on his dresser. But the room is the cleanest Frank had ever seen. No dirty dishes or half-eaten bags of food were scattered across the desk. Or dirty clothes on the floor. Was that a new rug?
"We still have a while before dinner." Gerard dropped one of his bags on the floor before flopping down on the bed.
Frank did the same, allowing himself to get comfortable.
Frank didn't mean to fall asleep, but when he woke up his mouth felt like a desert and his neck hurt. Gerard had fallen asleep as well, head resting on Frank's shoulder as he snored lightly. One of Gerard's hands was on Frank's chest and he shifted slightly, cuddling in closer to Frank's body. The basement was colder than the rest of the house and Frank was regretting not getting under the blankets. But he couldn't bring himself to wake Gerard up, already panicking over how he was going to explain their compromising position.
"I can hear you thinking. What's got you so worked up?" Gerard's sleepy voice broke the silence.
'Oh, no. He sounds hot like this.' Frank realized as his mind raced for an excuse.
"Are you still worried about being a burden?" Gerard began to sit up, making Frank shiver slightly from the lack of body heat.
"I-yeah…" Frank admitted.
Before Gerard could comment, Kristen called from upstairs that dinner was ready.
"Finally, I'm starving."
Gerard wasn't kidding when he said that Donna made enough food to feed the whole neighborhood. There was barely room for the plates, the table was so full. Everything looked delicious.
It was sweet of Donna to consider Frank's diet. Normally, he had to deal with whatever side dishes there were. But she somehow managed to get a tofurky roast that Frank could have all to himself.
"Don't be shy, Frankie. We're not going to run out of food." Gerard encouraged, adding more food to Frank's plate.
Truth be told, Gerard thought Frank looked cute with the extra weight he'd gained recently. His face was so round and squishy, and his belly looked so firm. His body still had a good amount of muscle, but with a layer of chub, they were hardly noticeable. Gerard always thought Frank was handsome, but now that he had that extra pudge it just added to his good looks. Even if he was self-conscious about it.
"How's the tofurky?" Mikey asked through a mouthful of green beans.
Frank took a large bite, eyes going wide. It was the best tofurky roast he'd ever had. Donna was a wizard, there was no other explanation. He took another bite, then another.
Mikey and Kristen went to four different grocery stores to find that roast to accommodate Frank's diet, but he didn't need to know that. They knew he would feel terrible if he found out they went through any trouble for him. But Frank was practically family. He deserved to enjoy things like this.
"I guess you like it, huh Frankie." Gerard teased, putting more on Frank's plate.
Frank just nodded through a full mouth before gulping down his drink.
Frank let Gerard refill his plate a second time before he started feeling full. He knew he should stop there, but everything tasted so good. And that look Gerard gave him when he asked if he wanted more, Frank would agree to anything to have Gerard look at him like that again.
After cleaning his third plate, Frank felt ready to bust. He couldn't eat more if he wanted to. But then he remembered the pie Donna made.
"Hope you saved room." Gerard grinned, placing his hand on Frank's swollen middle as if he was testing it to see if there was room. Frank just whined. He knew he should have worn a bigger pair of pants today. Maybe he could undo them without anyone noticing. Before he had the chance, a large slice of chocolate silk pie was placed in front of him.
Fuck.
No one else seemed to be as full as him. Frank glanced around the table and saw Mikey and Kristen look like they ate a normal amount. Don and Donna seemed to be doing about the same. And Gerard was basically a bottomless pit.
That's when Frank realized.
Gerard was the one putting more food in front of him, knowing Frank would be too shy to say no.
Did this mean Gerard enjoyed feeding him? Did he know about Frank's kink? That he loved the idea of being stuffed and then taken care of? That all the weight he'd put on recently was from his own indulgence? No way. Gerard wasn't interested in Frank like that.
Frank was so lost in thought that he hadn't realized he'd eaten his pie until the fork scraped against the plate.
"Guess he liked it," Don said with a quiet laugh. Donna blushed. There was no greater compliment to her than knowing someone liked her cooking. Especially with someone with a particular diet like Frank.
Frank was more aware of Gerard putting a second, slightly larger slice of pie on his plate and watched as he ate the whole thing with that look Frank couldn't get enough of.
Eventually, everyone was finished eating and moved to the living room. The puppy that had been sleeping on the couch stretched out its little body and began wagging its tail. Frank had to pick it up and scratch its little ears. He had no choice.
Frank realized as Gerard walked into the living room that he was stuffed as well. His belly pushed against his already too-small sweater, and he looked good like that.
Frank felt better after sitting on the couch, those dining room chairs got uncomfortable after a while.
"I'm gonna head to bed. I think I ate too much." Gerard announced.
Now that Frank thought about it, laying down sounded amazing. Plus he didn't want to intrude on what was clearly family time.
"I think I'm gonna do the same." Frank echoed and followed Gerard down to the basement.
Once Frank waddled his way to Gerard's room, he noticed that Gerard had already removed his pants and was laying on his bed in just boxers and shirt.
"Your toiletry bag is in there." Gerard pointed in the direction of the bathroom. Frank nodded before making his way there, knowing he'd wake up feeling gross if he didn't do his nightly ritual.
Never had Frank been more grateful for oversized pajama pants. He couldn't wait to get out of his restrictive skinny jeans and let his belly rest. He was honestly surprised they hadn't exploded off him with how stuffed he was.
"So, I hope you're ready for a massive breakfast tomorrow. Mom always makes these sugar cookie pancakes on Christmas day and you'll want to eat your weight in them." Gerard laughs, his tummy wobbling lightly.
"How is everyone in this family not as big as a house?" Frank joked. Feeling his pants creak as he sat on the bed.
"Don't let mom find out you like to cook. She'll start sending you recipes. Then we'll both be as big as a house." Frank blushed at the thought. He wouldn't mind being bigger. Gerard would look cute with some extra weight too.
"But you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Gerard's tone suddenly changed.
"I-what? What are you talking about?" Frank was panicking now.
"I know, Frankie. I know that you like the idea of being stuffed to the point that you can't breathe." Gerard pushed Frank onto his back. He rolled over so that he was on his side and whispered into Frank's neck "I like it too."
Frank gulped, body suddenly feeling overheated as Gerard ran his hand over the crest of Frank's belly.
"Gee…" Frank trailed off as Gerard flicked at the button of his pants. The slight pressure was enough to open them. Now that Frank's stomach had the room, it expanded and pushed the zipper down.
"Wow, you're more stuffed than I thought. I bet you would have kept eating until you popped that button, huh?" Gerard couldn't help but stare. Frank wore his weight so well. He couldn't wait to explore this...whatever this was between them once they got back home. But for now, he was happy to just give Frank a belly rub and praise him.
"Lift up your hips for me, baby." Gerard instructed.
Frank did as best he could, but his stomach still hurt and he didn't want to move around much.
"There, much better. Wait a minute, these are my jeans! You little fatty! Got too big for your own?" Frank just blushed and shrugged.
Climbing over Frank, Gerard planted a kiss on his tattooed belly before working his hands in a circular motion. Frank sighed in relief as the cramps were worked out and he relaxed further into the bed.
"That's it, good boy. Just relax and let me take care of you." Gerard cooed in his ear.
"Gee…" Frank yawned. He was getting too comfortable and becoming sleepy.
"What is it, Frankie?"
Instead of answering Frank pulled Gerard down for a soft kiss.