Ship: Gerard/Patrick
Words: 237

"It's just past eight and I'm feeling young and reckless."

"Dude, you could totally swing me higher than this, come on."

"Shut the fuck up, Stump. I'm getting there." Gerard growls as I giggle from where I sit.

"You love me, Gee," I smirk as I swing down and meet his hands on my back.

"I love you, 'Trick." He sighs, smiling a little in fondness.

Gerard shoved me forward and I squeal a little before he's leaving me and going to the swing on the other side of the set.

"Okay who can swing the highest?" I ask, smiling at him as he quickly matches me pace, swinging higher and higher until his toes touch the starry sky.

"Me." He quickly says.

"Fuck you." I growl passive-aggressively.

"Oh, you've done that plenty of times already, Hun. But if you wanna go ahead, I won't object."

"Oh my god, Gerard. No. You're such a horny little shit." I laugh.

He winks at me, "Which is another reason you love me."

I roll my eyes and jump off of the swing before I step in front of my boyfriend's and watch as he slows his own down.

"What?" He asks, curiously.

I step forward, stopping his swing completely before I press my lips to his, weaving my fingers through his hair.

"I love you, Babe. You're so adorable."

"I love you, too."