A/N: tw for drug use, its recreational and supports it i guess so just a warning if that makes you uncomfortable 

this was super fun to write and i rly love this idea/au/whatever

enjoy!

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The sun prickled against Gerard's closed eyelids, turning his vision that sort of red color that always happens when you look at the light. He was dozing on his and Frank's screened in porch, splayed across a pile of squishy pillows like a well-fed cat.

They had several wicker seats on the porch, painted white by Gerard's decision to match the posts holding up the roof and the spotless white floor. He had torn the cushions off the love-seats and chairs, and tossed them onto the floor so he could relax in the sun.

Gerard's husband was inside, doing God knows what, and Gee was waiting patiently for him to join him outside. Frank had told Gerard he just needed to grab something before he joined him, and Gerard listened to the faint shuffling coming from inside the house with a soft smile.

All the windows were open, as well as the door to the screen room, and the cool breeze wound its way through the house. The "porch" was more like another room in the house than what would be considered a typical back porch. It was painted neatly and as spotless as any of the rooms inside, sparsely decorated with furniture and plants, with open walls that had screens attached to them so the natural air and light could get in. It was Gerard's favorite place in the whole house - his safe place to go to where he could write, draw, or just relax. Most of the time he was accompanied by his husband as well.

Their band had broken up just about two or three years ago, and now Frank and Gerard worked happily side by side on their own solo projects. They lived a pretty relaxing life-style, mostly spent side-by-side, wearing soft, old pajamas for days on end, smiling and just enjoying each other's presence, and of course creating art.

In their recent years cascading more and more into domesticity, Frank had started talking about wanting to grow a garden. Gerard encouraged him, growing fond of the idea himself. However when Frank had returned later that day with his little plants and a smug grin on his face, Gerard was finally made aware of what kind of "garden" Frank had actually been planning on. Of course there was still no protest from Gerard, who had tried to hide a smile and grumbled his way to the kitchen for another cup of coffee.

It was several months later and Frank's garden was getting on wonderfully. It was the perfect thing to help Frank or Gerard relax when the stress of the music business got too high (no pun intended), or when they just felt like winding down a bit.

On one occasion, in a fit of giggles, they had even given silly names to each plant. There were five, and every single one had been named after a Star Wars character by Gerard. Personally, Frank preferred Princess Leia. It was the tiniest plant but it was strong as hell. Gee liked Luke Skywalker the best. (Hence why it was the one named after his favorite character.)

Now, Frank cradled the fuzzy bud in his hand as he padded down the hall and out to the screen room where Gerard was lounging.

"Feel like giving Skywalker another try?" Frank asked with a smile, his eyes traveling across Gerard's outstretched form.

"Do or do not, there is no try," Gee responded in a monotone voice without even opening his eyes.

Laughter bubbled up out of their throats in the same moment, and Frank fell to his knees on the pile of pillows that Gee had put together.

"Well, do or do not?" Frank asked, still laughing a bit.

Gerard sat up with bright eyes, "Do."

Again, they laughed, as Frank set down the pipe and lighter he was holding in one hand and unfolded the other, careful not to let the bud slip away. He settled in on the cushions next to Gerard and scraped the little screen before loading the pipe. The thing smelled like spice and ass and reeked like hell, filling the room with the stench rapidly already.

Frank held the glass out to his husband with a smirk,"You hit greens."

"Such a thoughtful husband," Gerard tutted as he brought the stem to his mouth, putting his thumb over the hole, pinching the lighter in his other hand.

The flame flickered and Gerard inhaled deeply, the burning sensation filled him and he pulled his thumb off and moved the pipe away, tilting his head back with closed eyes and a chuckle as he held his breath. He let the smoke go slowly, the white cloud billowing out between his pursed lips and momentarily filling the small gap between him and Frank before dissipating.

He handed the pipe back with a smile. Frank took his own hit and blew the smoke in Gerard's face, passing it back again to his husband who proceeded to make an attempt at blowing smoke rings.

"That's enough Gandalf, give it back," Frank giggled, holding out his empty hand.

They went back and forth for a few more minutes until they collapsed into a giggling mess, rolling around on the pile of cushions. Gerard reached out towards Frank with grabby hands and tangled his fingers in his partner's long hair, pulling him closer and catching his lips in a deep kiss. Their laughing was silenced now, except for the occasional involuntary chuckle as their lips moved together and they snuggled closer.

Gerard ground his full hips up against Frank's bony ones, lifting one of his legs and throwing it over Frank, bringing their bodies even closer together. He titled his head to give his husband better access and they only pulled away when they had finally run out of breath. There was still a lingering burning feeling in the backs of their throats from the smoke and they were breathing hard. They shared another fit of laughter before swooping back in and resuming their impromptu make-out session.

Frank had known to expect this - weed always made Gerard horny, and high sex was fucking awesome. A perfect way to spend a lazy Sunday.

He tugged Gee's loose shirt up, exposing his pale tummy that pooched out a bit over the waistband of his pajama pants. Frank scooted down on the cushions and trailed wet kisses along Gerard's soft flesh, becoming more open mouthed as he went and eliciting noises from Gerard that grew more whiny by the second.

Slipping a hand into Gerard's pajama pants, Frank tugged at his growing erection and pushed the pants further down with his other hand. He kissed up his husband's neck, finding the sweet spot just under his ear and sucking lightly, making Gee whimper and squirm in arms.

Gerard shifted his weight to roll on top of Frank, pushing his hips further into his hand and helping him out of his own clothes.

It wasn't long before they were both completely undressed, now naked and desperate on top of the pile of cushions and growing more and more impatient. Frank brought his free hand to Gerard's lips and he sucked his fingers into his mouth eagerly, coating them in spit and getting ready for what was going to happen next.

Pulling his fingers out with a pop, Frank trailed them down his partner's spine and found his entrance, pushing in gently and making Gerard groan. Rocking back and forth between Frank's hand on his dick and the other in his ass, Gerard let out another whine. He threw his head back and breathed deeply, clawing at Frank's exposed, tattooed chest.

"Come on," he moaned.

Frank arched his back up to catch Gerard in another kiss.

"Go ahead if you want it so bad," Frank murmured against his lips.

In one swift movement Frank removed his hands from Gerard and gripped his wide hips tightly. Gee scooted up Frank's body and seated himself on Frank's cock, taking it all at once down to the hilt. He threw his head back once more, moaning loud and sighing in relief. His short, white-blonde hair stuck out in all directions and his lips were pink and swollen.

They both took a moment to collect themselves, sitting still and catching their breath. They were both beginning to come back down, though still feeling the familiar tingly and floating sensation in their hands accompanied by the lightheadedness.

"Wanna hit it again," Gerard panted, leaning over to grab the stuff and still full of Frank.

Frank groaned at the friction, keeping his hands firm on Gerard to steady him. Gee brought the pipe to his wet, puffy lips and tapped the bowl with the lighter to shake up the little bit of weed that was left. He lit it and the burning sensation bloomed through his chest once more. Then, leaning down so that his belly was pressed against Frank's torso, Gerard brought his mouth to his partner's as though he was about to kiss him and blew out the smoke. Frank would have laughed, but Gerard was too hot for his own good and it took everything he had not to make some sort of needy noise.

Gee smirked at him, then brought the pipe to Frank's lips and held it there, waiting for him to be ready before lighting it. He removed his thumb from the hole, setting the glass down gently along with the lighter and starting right into a hard, steady rhythm in Frank's lap. Frank couldn't hold back his moan this time, and pushed up into Gerard with the same force that Gee was exerting down on him.

As they both grew closer to the edge, Frank flipped their bodies so that Gerard was beneath him, and he was able to fuck him right into the cushions. Gerard was moaning louder and louder, breathing his husband's name and letting out a high-pitched yell as he came between their stomachs. Frank followed close behind, filling Gerard and sending a rush of warmth through his tummy.

Between the feeling in his belly and the warm, tingly feeling still lingering in his chest, Gerard felt cozy and satisfied. Frank slipped out of him and settled into the cushions as well, his husband turning to curl into his side and nuzzle the crook of his shoulder. They very suddenly found themselves right on the edge of sleep, but the nagging hunger in their stomachs was too much to bear.

"There's a box of Cosmic Brownies in the pantry..." Gerard murmured, followed by giggles.

Frank started laughing too. "Mm, and we still have popcorn..."

"And those cinnamon bun Oreos you got," Gee chimed in.

Nodding, Frank threw his head back and let out another laugh. "And you know what'd be great for dessert?"

They both giggled again and spoke at the same time: "Hotdogs."

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A/N: i hope you liked it!!