red lollipop.

“Oh really? I mean I heard the same about you, though I can’t tell ya my sources. I wouldn’t want ya to be upset with them. I mean…whoops.” Felix joked around, smiling some as he glanced over to the other. “Hopefully. I mean I don’t even think there’s any fun clubs here but I’m believing in you and your taste Gerald, don’t disappoint me.” said the man in the pink suit.  “Oh are ya? What ya got one boy yer toppin, yeah that’s really spreading yer name about.” he snorted, refraining from shoving back so that they didn’t crash.  “Yer right, I’m much more handsome than you. Like by a lot. And I’m taller, you shrimp.” he snorted  as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Ugh, of course. I’m gonna have to work my ass off.”

Gerald looked over at his brother and rolled his eyes. “I get called a cunt by them all the time, they don’t count, ya shite,” he replied before looking back at the road. “Look, Negative Nancy, it’s a new place. Sure the clubs here might not be up to your fancy California nightclubs but they’ve got some pizzaz,” Gerald said, trying to mimic Felix’s little lispy voice. “You’ll like them, shut up. And if ya don’t, well, I guess you’ll just have to throw fancy parties and have a nightclub at your own place,” Gerald said and shrugged his shoulders a little bit. “Well, doesn’t matter anymore anyway. I’m not lookin’ to hop in bed with anyone else at the moment. Alf’s all I need,” Gerald said, smiling as he thought of his fiancee. It was a big adjustment for the both of them, but he had hoped that it wasn’t too awful for Alfie. “Are you kiddin’ me?” Gerry asked once George went on to talk about how he was better looking. “Last I checked I’m the twin engaged and about to settle down whilst you’re still roamin’ around lookin’ for someone. I think I’m definitely the better lookin’ one, even short and all,” Gerry said with a shrug. It took no time and they were pulling into the diner parking lot as Felix whined about needing to work out after. “Aw, you poor baby,” he said and reached over to pinch at his cheek. “Get out, I’m starvin’,” he said as he cut the car off and got out of it. He waited for Felix before walking in and getting his normal booth in the back corner. Gerald ordered himself a Coke and sat the menu aside since he knew what he’d be getting anyway. “So catch me up on things. What’s been goin’ on in the world of Felix Williams,” Gerry said, moving his hands in a motion in the air as if he were making some kinda banner for his name.

“Alfie’s not too bad. It’s just sad he mixed us up so early otherwise they’d be with me.” he sighed playfully. The one thing he really loved teasing his brother about was Alfie being in love with him. They all knew it wasn’t true,  but Gerry always got up in arms about it. “Yeah, I know. I’m just feeling grumpy more than anything, but I’m working on it. It’s hard.” he  murmured before shrugging and glancing out the window as his brother sped off. “You’re crazy.” he half sighed half gasped as he buckled himself in and tossed his cig out the window. “Yeah I definitely need a play thing to get him off my mind.  It sucks you don’t get recognized here though, I mean…half the people I fucked in California thought I was you. You’ve got a pretty good rep as a dom now so congrats on that.” he winked as he tried to cheer himself up. While this seemed like more of a joke, Felix had used his brother’s name a few times when he was particularly needy. “Oh wow, organic, isn’t that nice?” he said playfully, his already lispy voice only sounding worse as he teased Gerry. “What’re we eating?”

“oi, fuck off,” Gerry said and shoved his brother some. “Anyway, you’re not his type. You’re quite the cunt from what I’ve heard,” Gerry said and smirked smugly at him. “Well, maybe a night out on the town sometime this weekend’ll get you outta your funk. There’s plenty of places here to go, trust me. I feel like me and Alf have seen every damn bar this place has to offer,” Gerry spoke honestly. Parties weren’t a thing at their house because well, Alfie hated if it weren’t really spotless and Gerry knew he made messes when drunk, as did others. So there was no use in even bothering with that. “You fuckin’ twat,” Gerry said and used a hand to shove his brother against the door in a playful manner. “Not like I needed any help from ya, I like to think I’m establishing that just fine on me own,” Gerry said in a matter of fact tone of voice. “How dare ya fuckin’ imitate me, we don’t even look alike,” Gerald said and scoffed just a little bit. “I figure I’d take ya to an actual southern food diner, Georgie. So lots of greasy food to go with this greasy air. You’ll love it,” he said and grinned at him. “What’ve you been up to anyway? You don’t call, ya don’t write, what gives, mate?”

“Mm, maybe you’re exempt from it because Alfie’s neither here nor there.” He murmured, speaking about their gender. “But men? Men are evil.” he said humming. “Or boys, rather.” he sighed to himself as they moved into the car. “Sorry.” he finally sighed as he forced himself to look over to his brother.  “I promise I’m not…going back to being all annoying.” he murmured as he buckled himself in. “Well don’t you think I cry about everything?” he joked. The truth was neither of the boys really cried. They were almost trained not to.  “You’re more vegan than me, weirdo.  But yeah I’d love food.  Maybe it’ll wake me up, I’m exhausted.”

“Maybe,” Gerry said and shrugged a half shrug. Even if Alfie identified as a man, Gerald just thought that Felix was just being salty because of his little break up. “I hope not, because it’s not a good look for ya,” Gerald said seriously. Gerald wasn’t saying that Felix couldn’t not be upset, but to just wallow around in sadness, it wasn’t worth it. And well, he didn’t want to picture Felix going back down Emo Avenue. “Besides, new place. New start. Before ya know it you’ll be ready to find a new boy toy and you’ll be over that other. The boys here are cuter anyway and have Southern drawls, it’s kinda dreamy,” Gerry said, hoping maybe that’s help a little bit. “You do cry about everything. Remember when ya cried to mum about me wearin’ one of your jumpers? Fuckin’ drama queen, ya are,” Gerry said and smirked just a bit at his brother before he started his engine and sped off. “Only ‘cause I gotta be, and for the record, not vegan. I’m just into organics,” Gerry said and grinned some. 

“Oh. Right.” Felix hummed as he looked to his brother, letting out a quiet hum.  “Congrats, I suppose. You’re locked in for life, the worst mistake you can make.” he said dramatically, lighting his cig as soon as he was outside, letting out a sigh. “Mum told me to come and I don’t want to be on her badside again.” he admitted, though it wasn’t the whole truth. After Ryangate, George had seemingly shrunk back into his sad ways. He barely even wanted to take photos anymore, he figured maybe a change of pace would help.  “He’s been out for a while though hasn’t he? I’m sure he’s fine.” he shrugged as he smoked while the pair of twins walked.  “Mm, I’ve just really had a hankering for that rock and roll.” he joked, rolling his eyes as he opened the passenger door to the Lincoln. “It’s far too cold for this.” he warned, tossing his luggage into the rear.

“Thanks, Debbie Downer,” Gerald said with a shake of the head. Leave it to Felix to make an exciting thing the most emo situation the world had to offer. Typical Felix. “Ah, I see,” Gerald said as he helped George put his things into the trunk of his car. “Well, yeah but I love him and he’s mine so I worry,” Gerald said and shrugged his shoulders as he shut the trunk and then hopped into his car. “Aw, are you gonna cry if you get a little cold?” Gerry asked before moving to press a certain little button that’d raise the roof of the car. “The rock and roll thing, that’s a stretch. Lots of honky tonks here with country folk, not rockstars,” the youngest of the two said, teasingly so. “Have ya eaten? There’s a lil diner a bit away, close to downtown and all and it’s pretty damn good. Though, you are from California and they’re all vegans. You might go into some sort of shock if ya try real food.”

Felix rolled his eyes at the other.·“Me? Fancy houses. Look at yerself, mate. Or rather your girlfriend.” he huffed as he pulled out a cigarette, slotting it between his teeth.·“Alright, let’s get out I gotta smoke, and try not to get my arteries clogged by the greasy air.” he teased with a big smirk as he looked around the airport.·“How’re things at home?”

“I think ya mean fiancee but I’ll take girlfriend,” Gerald pointed out before he started making his way towards the nearest exit.·“Oi, shut the fuck up. Ya didn’t have to come here ya big baby. Besides, it’s better than San Diego. There’s actual people here that aren’t tryin’ to fuck ya just because of your name. It’s a big shock to the system, so I’ll let that sink in for a bit,” he said and shrugged his shoulders some.·“Things are good though. Alfie’s home, bein’ a little shite, not doin’ what the doctors told·‘em to do. We’ve two kids and all, got a ring on the boy’s finger. So, I have to say it’s good,” he said and smiled at the other as he led them to his car.·“And what about you huh? What made ya finally agree to gettin’ down here?”

“God it’s worse than I thought.” Felix sighed as he looked around the airport, letting out a sigh. “I thought it’d at least be warmer than New York, but at this point I’m ready to run right back to San Diego.” he sighed before looking over to the person before him. “Are we sure I have to stay here?”

“Ever dramatic, aren’t we?” Gerald announced as he made his arrival, seeing his brother in Nashville was definitely a surprise but a welcomed one for the most part. And hopefully Georgie was over his little moping phase that he was going through when Gerald went to visit. “Unless ya wanna go to one of your other fancy houses to be by your lonesome, yeah ya do, mate.”

Alfie looked over to his fiance, scrunched up his face childishly at the man. “I did not have my surgery. I would be able to tell ya if I did  have a surgery. I’m not daft.” the Yorkie said with a roll of his eyes. His accent seemed even funnier like this as he slurred through his words. “Plus I’d have a scar.” he said, raising his eyebrows before he picked up the bottom of his gown. A gasp came as he saw the little scar besides his belly button. “They’ve mutilated me. They took a kidney, I know it.” he said, laying there  with his bottom half completely exposed. Soon enough he dropped the gown however, mostly because he was distracted. “I feel like Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.” he admitted as he now looked over  to stare at Gerry again. He wondered out loud how the man had moved from the sofa to the bed so quickly, again scrunching up his face. Later he’d be thankful Gerry was’t filming all of this, as  Alfie really looked like a fool. “Yeah I bet you were waitin’ for me to go cold. Gonna get yerself a Gallagher, and you’ll never worry about being a top again.” he slurred next with a waggle of his brows as he reached out to take Gerry’s hand in his own, pulling him closer.

He sighed and continued to pull the man closer until he could rest his head against him, letting his eyes fall shut again for a moment. “I’m allowed to go home, right?” he murmured. “Soon anyway? I mean I gotta pee first so don’t rush me.” he murmured as he buried his face in the crook of Gerry’s elbow,  as much as he could anyway, it was a pretty small space. “I want Frankie.” he began to ramble next. “I wanna give his snoot a kiss and  I wanna hold him and feed him apple sauce and talk about how we’re gonna get old together and how he’s definitely Dorothy and I’m Blanche….and I think you’re Rose, Gerry.” he murmured, as he glanced up to his fiance. “Oh and you could cuddle too but like… you know. Frankie’s been all alone he needs some love.” he finished his rant as he pulled away from his fiance’s arm. “Did you get ice cream?”

Gerry felt himself laughing at the other as they began talking, he could hardly understand him most of the time when Alfie spoke because of his accent, but now, it was just ridiculous. “Alright then, don’t believe me,” Gerry said and held his hands up in a defensive manner and laughed again. Then when he heard the gasp as Alfie realized that they had in fact had their surgery, Gerry looked at them with a smug look on his face. “I’ve told ya. And they did take it, I was in need of one so they just handed it over to me,” Gerry teased. Rolling his eyes at Alfie, Gerry simply said, “Oh yeah, I was just waitin’ for ‘em to come tell me ya were gone. Had me a bag packed and everythin’ so I could get outta town and go back home,” Gerry responded with a small roll of his eyes. Gerry stayed as close to Alfie as he could without hurting the other, not needing to keep them in longer than they already had to be and all. 

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Alfie whispered, as he glanced back to Gerald. As the woman pushed on his abs, he was grabbing for Gerry’s hand. He was able to lace his fingers with the other as he cried. He wasn’t able to look at the doctor as she spoke, instead he watched Gerry. Once they were alone he began whispering again. “I know the morality rate in hospitals here is much higher but aren’t you terrified?” he asked quietly, still squeezing at the man. He listened as Gerry spoke. He nodded as the other spoke, moving to rest his head against Gerry’s hand as he tried to even his breathing. “I want nutella ice cream…or like…moose tracks.” he warned quietly as he let his eyes fall shut.  All he wanted to do was lie there and cry, but sadly the nurse came in, and she wasn’t ready to let him slack. She asked him what seemed like hundreds of questions. About his sex life, his drugs, and over all habits. He was in too much pain to be embarrassed. He just held onto Gerry’s hand as long as he could, until the other was handed a clipboard. Then his hand moved to grab at  Gerry’s belt loop instead. 

Soon enough Alyw as out for the count and having his appendix removed. It actually happened rather quickly, prep and everything just taking over an hour, but Alfred was out a little but longer than that. When he finally came around it was in the middle of the morning and he glanced over to see his little angel passed out. Still groggy, Al carefully moved his head from his pillow and threw it at the sleeping body. “You gotta tell them to give me more….I woke up and they didn’t even do the surgery yet. Their anesthesia isn’t even that good.”

Gerry thought for a long moment on how to answer Alfie’s question, because of course he was terrified. How could he not be? But again, he was being the rock for the two of them right now and Alfie needed someone there for him and needed someone that could be strong enough for the both of them throughout this entire process. He needed someone to be brave, and Gerry was going to do his best. So rather than spilling his guts and crying about it, the older man sat on the edge of the bed and gave Alfie’s hand a light squeeze. “I trust that they’re gonna do their absolute best and make sure everything goes right. You’re going to be okay, I promise,” Gerry said and leaned in to peck at the corner of the other’s mouth. Gerry knew that was a big promise, but truly he had to believe that these doctors and nurses were going to take care of his baby to the best of their abilities. “I’ll be sure that you’ve got some after you wake up,” he added softly, offering the other a small smile as he brushed the pad of his thumb against Alfie’s forehead. Once Gerry was handed the clipboard and read over the agreement, and such, all of these legal things, he signed them and handed them off to the nurse once she came back. And within a matter of an hour, Alfie was being whisked away from him. Gerry followed as long as he could, only to be stopped once they reached the area of the OR and he was left standing in the middle of the hallway by himself and that’s when the waterworks came to play. Alfie was back there without him and there was absolutely nothing Gerald could do now but wait and wait and wait some more.

Alfie shook his head as he looked back to Gerry. “This isn’t like giving birth I can’t just squeeze yer hand or whatever.” he said, showing how terrified he was in his eyes. The doctor put her hands on his shoulder telling him to relax which really just made Alfie jump more.  “What if like it’s like a razor and you’re just cutting deeper?” he asked. Sure it made no sense, but at the moment Al was past sense. However before he could say no anymore the woman was gently pushing at Alfie’s stomach while they screamed. It was over quicker than he could count, but it made him upset nevertheless.  “Appendicitis. Bad we’re going to have to do surgery quick as it can burst and everything like that. I’ll have my nurses come in and prep him.” The woman explained as she took off her gloves and rung for the nurse. “And you.” she said, pointing  to Gerry. “We’ll have some forms for you to fill out for him as much as you can.”  she said with a nod as she headed out. Alfie’s eyes were still bugging out as he looked back to Gerald. “What the fuck is appendicitis? What the fuck is the surgery happening?” he rambled quietly, looking more freaked out  than ever.

“Well yeah.” Alfie hummed with a soft smile. “I know I’m cool and calm but I’m always worried about you, baby.” he whispered as he watched the other. “Plus I think feeling so shitty is making me more emotional.” Or the fact that he felt like he was going to die, but he wasn’t going to say that out loud, at least not with Gerry in the room. “Okay, I guess we can just talk about me…” he shrugged with a soft smile as he reached out to hold the man’s hand again, giving it a squeeze. “Okay just..be careful of the tum. I know it’s your favorite.” he murmured before he held onto the man’s shoulders and helped pulled himself up. He moved to rest his head on Gerry’s shoulder as the pair moved together to get him stripped and  into the bad. He let his eyes fall shut as he whimpered at all the moving around.

He let out more than a few cries as they got sat up in bed, their fingers only letting go of Gerry  so he could get them in bed and comfy.  Once he finally stopped fidgeting though, he carefully leaned forward to give him a soft kiss to his lips.  “Just sit down for a second? Maybe rub my hair.” he  asked softly  as he let his eyes fall shut. Though it seemed as soon as he relaxed and was beginning to relax Gerry, a doctor was coming in and rambling about a check. The only thing that really caught Alfie’s ears was that the woman said she was going to feel Al’s stomach. His eyes bugged as he looked over. “No…no fucking way.”