i'm not okay frank x illi
warnings: smut, cursing, choking
summary: everyone knew who frank iero was. not because he was popular, necessarily, but because he was different. tattooed, private high-schooler in a punk rock band, not something you see everyday. what happens when he falls for shy, artsy illi?
a/n: hii everyone!! sooo i did a poll on insta (dailygerardstabbingclown go follow!!) and you guys chose frank x illi for this fic! hopefully it's not too dragged out buttt i hope you guys enjoy :D (peep the fob title, no this fic was not based off the song, i thought it was cute :3)
Illi looked at themselves in the mirror for a particularly long while this morning. Turning this way and that, they were making what felt like the hardest decision in their high school career: skirt or pants. Skirt or pants. Fuck, why is this so hard, Illi thought and huffed as they stormed off to their brother, Mikey’s room. Mikey was sitting on his bed staring at his phone and only acknowledged Illi when they huffed, very loudly, mind you, in his direction. Mikey pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and raised his eyebrows, waiting. “I don’t know what to wear today,” Illi huffed as they stood awkwardly in the doorway. “It’s private school, we literally wear the same thing everyday,” Mikey said in a humorous tone. Illi threw their head back dramatically and groaned. “I know that, Mikey, but you know what I mean. Do you think I’ll be okay if, well, you know…” Illi trailed off, shuffling their feet anxiously. Illi had been struggling a lot with this particular decision lately. They hated wearing pants with all their being; they fit weird, they were uncomfortable, and they felt like they looked awkward as fuck in them. Plus, let’s be honest, the gray pants weren’t exactly the most flattering. The pants versus skirt debate was more so for comfort over anything, but still. Illi didn’t get bullied, per se, but they weren’t exactly the most popular person at Belleville Preparatory. They didn’t want to give people another reason to make jabs at them.
Mikey gave them a soft smile and said, “I think you look great, honest. And if anyone gives you shit for it I’ll kick their ass.” Illi grinned at that and hummed in consideration. “Okay, fine. But I blame you if anything happens to me.” Illi said and turned on their heel to finish getting ready. Mikey was soon yelling at them that they had to go, and Illi took one last look at themselves in the mirror before heading out. It’ll be okay, it’s just a piece of clothing, Illi repeated mentally to themself the short car ride to school. Mikey parked the car and looked at Illi before getting out. “You ready?” he asked comfortingly, and Illi hesitated for a moment, suddenly second guessing their decision. Holy shit why did I think this was a good idea, everyone’s going to be staring at me, everyone’s gonna– “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. I promise. You rock, let’s do this,” Mikey said before stepping out to open the passenger door and practically dragging Illi out of the car. Illi huffed and smoothed their skirt over before grabbing their stuff and heading inside the main building.
Illi got quite a few stares as they were walking in the hallway, a couple of snickers too, but other than that, everything had gone relatively well. No one had deliberately gone out of their way to make fun of them. Illi heaved a sigh of relief as they made their way to their first class, which coincidentally was a free period. Illi hummed and pulled out their sketchbook to work on their most recent drawing. A man and a woman facing each other, covered in blood. Illi was most proud of this one and their mind wandered as they focused on the piece’s small details, like the splatters of blood. They were soon interrupted by someone sitting in the seat next to them, pulling the chair out with a loud, metallic screech. Illi looked up from their sketchbook and saw the most beautiful boy they had ever seen. Dark hair sticking up all over the place, hazel eyes, and a scorpion tattoo on the side of his neck. Illi’s mouth hung open and they blushed as the boy caught them staring. Why does he look so familiar, Illi thought to themselves, now completely distracted from their drawing. And then it hit him: this guy’s in a band. Illi had never really seen him around school, but remembered going to some show with Mikey, which they were dragged out of their comfy, comfy, basement to see, Illi remembered. What did he play again, guitar or something? Illi thought to themselves and tried to focus their attention back on the drawing that, a minute ago, had been occupying their mind.
The bell rang and the teacher stood up momentarily to take attendance. Illi perked up and realized that they could use this to find out who cute-mystery-boy was. “Frank Iero?” the teacher asked, looking around, and cute-mystery-boy replied, "Present," and straightened his tie. Frank Iero, Illi thought to themself as they started to zone out, such a pretty name. They were lost in their own thoughts until Frank leaned over and whispered, “Hey, is that you?” They shot out of their daydream and the teacher repeated, “Illi McMillin?” Oh shit. “Here!” they replied, voice squeaking at the sudden realization. How long was she calling my name for?
“That’s a cool drawing,” Frank said a few minutes later. Illi’s hand froze, pencil digging into the paper. “Oh, i-it’s really nothing,” they replied, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Frank shifted on his elbow to take a closer look. “Hmm, nope. I still think it’s pretty cool.” He smiled all toothy-like at Illi and ran a hand through his hair. “So, Illi, right? I’m Frank if you didn’t hear at attendance.” He waited for a response but when he got none, he continued. “Look, I’m in this band, I don’t know if you know? Anyways, we’re Pencey Prep, the band I mean, and we’re doing a show at the prom. And it would be totally awesome if we had a flyer and, holy shit, you’re talented as fuck at that drawing shit.” Illi felt their face getting hot again and prayed to God that their cheeks didn’t exhibit it. “Uh, I mean, yeah, totally. I’ve been to a show with my brother before, you guys are pretty cool,” Illi replied, heart pounding out of their chest.
Frank smiled again as he leaned back in his own seat. “Hey, thanks! We usually have band practice on Fridays if you wanna come? I can meet you at the front of the main building after school and we can drive to my place?” he questioned. Illi smiled and nodded and Frank grinned at them before going back to, well, whatever he was doing now. Illi snuck their phone out to send a quick text to Mikey:
You won’t believe what just happened
Their eyes shifted from their phone to the front of the classroom to ensure that their teacher wasn’t looking around. Mikey replied almost right away and responded:
Cheating on a test. Lunch
Illi rolled their eyes. Of course he is, they thought to themselves and went back to their drawing to distract themselves from what they knew was about to be the longest day of their life.
“What happened?” Mikey asked as he met his older brother for lunch. Illi sat down on the concrete and explained what Frank had asked him in class today.
“Holy shit, that’s awesome, Illi! Frank’s band is pretty popular in the scene, you know? Maybe if people know you designed that shit they’d want you to do theirs too.” Illi smiled at the possibility. That would be so cool, people wanting to display my art. Especially in the music scene. Illi was convinced if they weren’t so entranced with art that they’d be a music freak. Mikey and Illi ate lunch in comfortable silence until they were distracted by a,
They brothers watched as the sandwich flew in the air, and hit–holy shit, Frank? Illi gasped as they watched the sandwich hit Frank right in the face. Frank rolled his eyes in annoyance and picked up the sandwich, looking around. Frank locked eyes with Illi, and Illi pressed their lips together and shook their head at him. They were watching the, ahem, jocks table, laughing and pointing hysterically, as if that was the funniest thing in the world. Illi gave Frank a, don’t even bother, it’s not worth it, look and Frank huffed as he turned back around to his lunch.
Mikey smirked to himself as he watched the encounter unfold. They totally like each other, he thought to himself as he turned back to his lunch as well.
The rest of the week went by as every other week did, except for Frank’s plans hanging over Illi’s head the entire time. It was all they could think about, all they could talk about, and Mikey swore to himself that if he heard his sibling mention Frank one more goddamn time, that he was going to hide all the coffee in the house.
When Friday finally rolled around, Illi was ecstatic. They spent thoughtful time getting ready for school, looking in the mirror every five seconds until they had to leave with Mikey. As they pulled into the school Illi reapplied their cherry chapstick before getting out of the car to walk with Mikey. “What, you trying to get in his pants already?” Mikey joked as they pulled the double-doors open. Illi huffed, annoyed, and replied, “Shut up, Mikey. This is how I get ready every morning.” It was a lame excuse, but they didn’t care. All they could think about this week was Frank and maybe they just wanted to look good for him. And in front of his band. But only maybe.
“Hey, Ills!” Frank exclaimed as he sat down. He looked especially disheveled today; but in a totally cute way, Illi thought to themselves and blushed at the nickname Frank had given them. “Hi, Frank,” they replied, fidgeting with the hem of their skirt. Class went on normally, the students having free reign as long as they stayed “on task.” Illi began counting down the minutes until the end of the day, excitement and nerves stirring together internally.
The end of the day finally arrived, and Illi waited anxiously for Frank outside. Shifting their weight on their feet, second guessing everything Frank had told them. He said to wait here, right? Is it Friday or did I get the days mixed up? Illi was starting to get anxious until they heard a familiar voice. “Ills!” Frank yelled as he jogged over to them. Illi gave him a small smile and squeaked as he suddenly grabbed them by the wrist. “C’mon, I’m parked over here.” Illi blushed as Frank led them to the parking lot and Frank opened the passenger door for them, smiling widely. Frank turned on the radio and punk music blared loudly as they started on their way. Illi kept their hands folded in their lap, not daring to shift eye contact anywhere else.
“I hope you like punk rock,” Frank said as they pulled into his driveway. The garage was open and there were already people waiting inside surrounded by instruments. “Hey, guys!” Frank called out as he opened the door for Illi and began to introduce them. “Guys, this is Illi, the person I was talking about. They're gonna design our flyer for prom so I figured they could sit in today while we practiced and we could talk all that artsy shit after.” Various different murmurs of hey and nice to meet you went around as Frank went on to introduce everyone. “As you know, I play guitar and I also sing. That's Ray, he's also on guitar, Pete plays bass, and Bob’s on drums.” Illi waved and stood awkwardly as the band went on to set up. “You can just hang out in here with us,” Frank said as he gestured Illi over to a couch. Illi smiled and mumbled, “Thanks,” as they sat down.
Illi took out their sketchbook as Frank and his band practiced, finishing their drawing of the two figures covered in blood. Illi set down their sketchbook and observed the finished product, swelling internally with pride. This is probably one of my best pieces, they thought to themself happily. They decided to watch Frank’s band rehearse now, and by Frank’s band, they really just meant Frank.
They watched in awe at Frank’s presence as he practiced. You could tell he was passionate; he played and sang with all he had and when he wasn’t singing, he was moving around all over the place. Illi’s mind shot back to the show where they and Mikey saw Frank’s band for the first time. Illi had been annoyed at Mikey because he had dragged them out of the house. “Please, Illi, c’mon. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Illi rolled their eyes at him and agreed because, well, how could they say no to Mikey? Illi vaguely remembered Frank’s band; honestly, they had been huffing and puffing most of the night from being forced to go out. But it was totally different in an awesome way watching them practice now. If this is how they practice, their shows must be even better, Illi thought to themselves.
Practice eventually ended and Illi watched intently as the band cleaned up. Frank gestured to Illi to come over with a jerk of his head and they followed the band inside into the living room. “So,” Frank started as he sat down on the couch, “what’s the vibe we’re going for?” Illi sat down next to Frank on the couch and listened as the band went back and forth between ideas. They eventually spoke up and said, “If you guys want I can just sketch a few ideas and you can see which one you like the best?” The band agreed and Illi let out a small smile. They hung out with everyone for a long while, eventually loosening up and becoming more comfortable with Frank and his bandmates. It started to get dark and once everyone else had left to go home, Frank drove Illi to their house.
“Hey, thanks so much for doing this,” Frank smiled as he walked Illi to the front porch. Illi shrugged and said, “It’s no problem. You guys are like, really good.” Frank laughed at that and rocked back and forth on his heels. “So, uh, I’ll see you at school, I guess?” Frank questioned. Illi smiled and nodded and before they could turn to walk inside, Frank gave them a peck on the cheek and dashed off. “See you, Ills!” he called as he walked back to his car.
Holy shit, Frank Iero just kissed me.
If Mikey thought Illi wouldn’t shut up about Frank before, now it was even worse. Frank Iero this, Frank Iero that; Mikey was convinced that he wouldn’t hear the end of it ever.
The weeks dragged on as prom got closer and closer. The band, Pencey Prep, Illi eventually discovered, chose a flyer but Illi continued to show up to practices. They talked to Frank constantly in class, sat with him and his group at lunch, and flirted shamelessly. Illi was convinced that Frank was just being friendly, and Mikey rolled his eyes whenever they said that because it was so obvious they liked each other. But, whatever. It wasn’t Mikey’s place to get involved in his sibling’s love life. Even if they were being an idiot.
One day after school, the week before prom, Illi got a message from Frank:
Frankie: Hey, Ills, running some errands after school. I’ll pick you up after xo
Illi drove home with Mikey that day, slightly mopey, but they didn’t let it get to them. I’ll see him in a little bit, Illi thought to themselves as they trudged down to the basement upon coming home. They hummed to themselves as they changed out of their uniform into something more comfortable. Illi was listening to music and sketching when they heard a knock on the door. Taking one last look at themself in the mirror, Illi smoothed their outfit over before opening the front door.
Illi’s jaw dropped as they saw what awaited them. Frank was standing on the front porch with flowers and a sign that read, ‘IT WOULD TOTALLY ROCK IF YOU CAME TO THE PROM WITH ME.’ Frank smiled nervously as he rocked back and forth on his heels, one of his many habits that Illi had picked up. “What–” Illi stuttered and was at a loss of words. “Hey, Ills,” Frank said nervously. His usual mysterious-punk-rock-don’t-fuck-with-me vibe was gone as the bundle of nerves smiled nervously. “You can totally say no, but, uh. It would be totally rad if I was able to take you to the prom. We can match and I can pick you up and–” Frank was cut off as Illi practically jumped onto Frank and gave him the biggest hug. “Of course I wanna go to prom with you, you idiot,” Illi’s response muffled through as they buried themself in the crook of Frank’s neck. They took the flowers and rushed inside to put them in a vase, but collided harshly with Mikey, who had apparently been standing in the doorway the entire time. He smiled evilly with his camera and hand and said, “I told you he liked you.” Illi rolled their eyes and smiled as they put the flowers away and rushed out to meet Frank, who was gently setting the poster on the table in the dining room. “You ready?” he smiled, and Illi nodded fervently as they drove off with their new date.
The week went by with Illi in a daze as they prepared for prom the upcoming weekend. Dragging Mikey and his girlfriend Kristin with them to the mall, they huffed as they tried on what felt like a billion dresses. Mikey was no help, saying, “Oh, that’s totally the one,” to every single outfit, which is why Illi had asked him to bring Kristin along. Illi wanted to look perfect.
Kristin stood outside their dressing room and said, “Here, Illi, I think this one would be perfect.” Illi opened the curtain to have her head peak out and grabbed the dress to try on. Long, black dress. Nothing too fancy, but they were in love. They walked out to show Mikey and Kristin and Kristen squealed as she said, “Oh, yeah, that’s the one. You have to get it!” Illi smiled and turned to Mikey who gave them two big thumbs-up.
Illi stared at themself in the mirror for an especially long while that night. Black dress, sweater, boots. Hair way too grown out but Illi thought it added to the look. Mikey peeked his head around the corner and smiled. “Hey, you look great! Mom wants some pictures of the two of us before we go.” Illi adjusted their hair before following Mikey out into the living room.
“Oh, you two look wonderful!” she exclaimed, taking about a million pictures before the sound of the doorbell saved them. Illi rushed to the door to leave but was stopped by their mom. “Ah, ah, ah, I want to meet this young man who’s going to be escorting you tonight.” Illi huffed and stayed put while their mom opened the door.
Illi’s jaw dropped as they saw Frank standing in the doorway. He looked especially good, Illi thought; wearing black-on-black with his hair doing that little swoopy thing that Illi loved. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and slipped one out before handing it to Illi’s mom. “For you, Mrs. McMillin. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” he smiled warmly. She began to gush over Frank, making them take another million pictures before she shooed them out. “Go, go, you kids have fun!” Illi and Frank said goodbye to Mikey as he left to pick up Kristin and they agreed to meet up sometime later that night.
Illi went with Frank to unload his gear for their performance and chatted with the band. They were growing quite fond of everyone, and they all joked about how long Frank had been pining for Illi for. “Seriously, he’s been obsessed with you for like, ever,” Ray joked, emitting a playful shove from Frank. “Dude, shut up,” he mumbled, blushing. Illi blushed too, because, no way. Illi felt bad that they hadn’t really noticed Frank other than that one show, but they were in relatively different social groups. Illi was surprised that Frank even knew who they were.
Illi decided that this night was the best night of their life. Being with Frank and dancing and joking around was so much fun, and being with Frank and Mikey’s friends as well was definitely a highlight. Before Frank and his band went on to perform for the last portion of the night the group collectively decided to take some photo booth pictures. Illi’s favorite, other than the group photo, was one they took with Frank: Illi wearing these funky, plastic sunglasses, Frank’s arm around them, kissing their cheek.
Frank’s band played and they were incredible, as always, Illi thought to themselves, as they danced with Mikey, Kristin, and their friends at the front of the crowd. Frank was staring at Illi the entire performance, smiling and singing to them. Frank paused after one of their songs to talk to the audience. “Wow, guys, thanks so much for having us tonight! Especially to my partner, Illi, who’s been coming to all of our practices and being so supportive. This one’s for you.” (We’re gonna pretend that Frank’s band wrote Demolition Lovers okay? Okay!)
Illi’s jaw dropped and they blushed madly as the band began to play. Mikey bumped their shoulder teasingly as they listened to the song.
I’ll let you know just how much you mean to me
Illi’s heart pounded furiously and they began dancing with everyone once the song started to pick up. Frank performed so passionately; screaming into the microphone, moving around everywhere with his guitar. This was definitely the best night of Illi’s life.
Prom ended and Illi left with Frank to meet everyone at Kristin’s for the after party. Parties weren’t usually their thing, but they were having such a great time tonight and all of their friends were going, so they decided to tag along with Frank. And I already promised Mikey, Illi reminded themselves.
“So, how’d you like the song?” he asked as they reached his car. “Frankie, I loved it so much! I love you so much.” Frank froze as he went to open the passenger door. Illi, not realizing what had just slipped out, looked at him in confusion.
“Did you just say that you loved me?”
Illi froze at the sudden realization. Fuck, I just fucked everything up, fuck, they thought to themselves as they stumbled over their words. “Well, I mean–the song, you know, and–”
Frank cut them off and grabbed the sides of their face with his hands and pulled them into a kiss. Illi let out a squeak of surprise and kissed him back, tangling their hands in Frank’s hair. The kiss got heated fast; Frank pressing Illi up against the car, grinding onto them as he whined and slipped his tongue into their mouth. Illi groaned and moved their hand to the small of Frank’s back to press the two of them closer together. Frank gasped and pulled away from the kiss, resting his head against Illi’s chest as he rutted into their thigh.
“Well, I don’t think we can go to the party like this,” Illi mumbled after a moment, petting Frank’s head as their hips instinctively lifted to meet Frank’s. Frank pouted and stuck out his bottom lip. “Unless you wanna continue this somewhere else…” Illi went on. Frank’s head shot up. “I mean, that’s only if you want to, my parents are home, and Kristin’s party, so I guess we can’t really–” they were cut off as Frank shifted away from them to open the passenger door. “Kristin can wait,” he smirked and bowed dramatically, gesturing to the now-open car door. “After you.”
As soon as the front door closed behind them, Frank was on Illi, pressing them against the front door. He pushed their sweater off and stood on his tip-toes to better meet their height. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he mumbled in between kisses. Illi gasped as he moved down to their neck, lightly sucking on the skin. “Please, Frank, I need you.” they whined. Frank held eye contact with them as he slowly sank to his knees, playing with the hem of Illi’s dress. Illi bit their lip as they shrugged their sweater off, their dress following right after. The clothing puddled at their feet as Frank wrapped his hands around their thighs. Illi gulped as Frank moved his hands up and down, moving his face to mouth at Illi through their briefs. Illi gasped at the new sensation, clenching their hands in and out of fists, not knowing what to do with them. Illi was leaking through their briefs trying not to rut up into Frank’s face. “Frank,” they whined, “do something.” Frank smirked and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Illi’s briefs, slowly pulling them down. Illi was about to whine for Frank to just do something, anything, before he took them in his mouth in one smooth glide.
Illi moaned and tangled their hands in Frank’s hair. Frank stared up at Illi through his hair, pulling off slightly to tease at their tip. Illi whined in frustration as they tried not to thrust into Frank’s throat. Frank apparently read their mind and mumbled around their dick, “Fuck my mouth.” Illi blushed deeply at his words and gasped before saying, “But, Frankie, I don’t wanna hurt you.” Frank squeezed their thighs and batted his eyelashes at them. “Pleaseee,” he said, and Illi tugged harder at his strands of hair before forcing his mouth back around their dick. Frank moaned around them, sending vibrations through their dick and making it feel so much better, God, why didn’t we do this sooner? Frank just sat there and took it, eyes rolled back, mouth drooling as Illi continuously bucked their hips up into his mouth.
Just as Illi was getting close, Frank held their hips and pulled off with a pop, smirking up at Illi. “Frankie,” they whined, bucking their hips up into nothing now. Frank wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He quickly pulled their briefs back on, dress slung over his arm, before dragging Illi by the wrist into what they assumed was Frank’s room. Littered with band posters and clothing, Illi took it all in. It was so distinctly Frank, but before Illi could admire too much Frank was practically tearing his suit off and they were both left in their briefs. Frank pulled Illi onto him as he sat down on his bed, Illi now straddling him.
Frank’s hips bucked up into Illi and they moaned loudly at the contact, pushing back down. They were painfully hard now; if they thought they were close before, they didn’t know what this was. Frank gasped and held onto Illi’s hips firmly as he said, “Want you to ride me, Ills. Please.” He looked so desperate, hair-covered eyes blown out as he played with his lip ring. Illi rolled to the side to take their briefs off as Frank did the same and reached in his bedside table to grab lube and a condom.
“Are you sure you wanna do this? Tell me to stop and we can go to Kristin’s party, or hang out here, or whatever.” Frank said. Illi rolled their eyes and said, “I want you, Frankie. You just have to, you know…” Illi trailed off and Frank’s eyes widened before he went, “Oh, right! Sorry, I’ve just never done anything like this before.” Illi’s heart pounded at the confession but was distracted by Frank rolling them over and settling himself between Illi’s thighs. He squeezed a considerable amount of lube onto his fingers and pressed them at their entrance. He eyed Illi in question, always double checking, and slowly pushed a finger in at Illi’s approval.
They hissed at the sudden intrusion, and Frank’s eyes widened in panic. “Shit, Ills, am I hurting you? I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“No, no, it’s okay, keep going.” Frank slowly pushed in and out of them and added another finger at Illi’s approval. Illi gasped as they rolled their hips, trying to fuck himself on Frank’s fingers. “Fuck, Ills, you look so good like this.” Frank groaned as he palmed at his erection. “Frankie, need you now,” they gasped and Frank pulled out before flipping them over again. He rolled the condom on and applied more lube on his hand and slowly jerked himself. Illi hovered over him as they waited and Frank grabbed their hips and guided them over his dick.
“You’re positive?” Frank whispered, making gentle circles on Illi’s hips with his thumbs. Instead of responding Illi slowly sank down and Frank gasped as he tried his hardest not to thrust up into them.
Frank let Illi adjust and gripped their hips so hard he guaranteed it would leave bruises. Illi sank all the way down and Frank threw his head back and gasped, banging his head against the headboard upon doing so. Illi started moving up and down and Frank thrust up gently to meet their pace. Frank thrust up a little more and Illi gasped. “Right there, Frankie. Fuck, keep going, please.” they babbled as Frank thrust up harder into them. Illi was riding Frank shamelessly, unraveling into a moaning mess as they threw their head back.
Illi’s hand was resting on Frank’s shoulder, using it to push themself up and down on top of Frank. Frank moved one of his hands to rest on top of Illi’s, and slowly guided it closer to his neck. Illi slowed down on top of Frank and parted his mouth before wrapping their hand experimentally around Frank’s neck. Frank’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and thrust up harder into Illi. “Harder,” Frank rasped and Illi’s hand tightened around his neck. Illi slammed down harder onto Frank and he felt his orgasm fast approaching. He wrapped his hand around Illi’s cock and started jerking them off in time with their thrusts. “C’mon, Frankie, cum for me. You can do it, baby.”
Frank came hard into Illi, Illi removing their hand from his neck as he did so, hearing his raspy moans spilling out. Illi’s orgasm hit soon after and they gasped as they came all over Frank’s hand and stomach. “There we go,” Frank muttered as they rode their orgasm out.
Illi pulled off of Frank and rolled over next to him, panting heavily. Frank closed his eyes, Illi’s release still laying stickily on his hand and stomach. He reached over to his bedside table for his tissue box and cleaned himself and Illi up. He lay down next to them and rested his head on their chest, a sudden tiredness hitting him.
“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet. As much as I’d like to stay here and sleep with you, I promised Mikey we’d be there.” Frank giggled before responding.
“Technically I did sleep with you.” Frank giggled back. Illi rolled their eyes. “I love you so much, Frankie.”
