“The cast list for the school production of Peter Pan can be found outside of the drama studio,” Miss Handyside says as the bell goes, informing us that it is the end of drama, my last lesson of the day. I nervously make my way over to the door and read the castings.

Pete Pan: Frank Iero
He is probably the most deserving for the lead role. He is fucking perfect, tiny but perfect none-the-less. His hazel eyes are deep and rich. His smile lights up any room. His short hair frames his face which is covered in smooth pale skin, like I imagine every inch of his toned body is. His voice, whether he is talking or singing, is wonderful and sends shivers up my spine. And of course, as well as being visually flawless, the most popular guy in school – which he somehow maintains without being a complete arsehole, he is actually incredibly sweet – and musically talented, he can act so realistically it is if he believes every line of the story. So like I said, he is the most deserving. Oh shit, did I forget to mention the minute crush that I have on him?

Wendy Darling: Georgia Williamson
John Darling: James Green
Michael Darling: Richard Farr
George Darling: James Potter
Mary Darling: Thomas Elms
Tootles: Michael Morton
Nibs: Joshua Eldridge
Curly: Patrick Weston
Slightly: Tony Mumford
Twin 1: Iain Macdonald
Twin 2: Kevin Macdonald
Hook: Mikey Way
When the fuck did Mikey audition? The little shit was fucking mocking me when I mentioned that I was auditioning! I am so going to kick his arse when I get home.

Mr. Smee: Ray Toro
What? I really didn’t expect Ray to get cast, the guy is way too awkward to act… although perhaps they felt the strangely high pitch to his voice suited Mr. Smee?

Starkey: George Kelsey
Cookson: Joseph Osbourne
Little Richard: Andrew
Great Big Little Panther: Robert Bryar
Tiger Lily: Ciara Clark
Why did that loser get cast? Why did that loser even audition? She fucking hates Peter Pan!

Indian tribesman 1: Jack Gaskarth
Indian Tribesman 2: Alan Carlile
Indian Tribesman 3: Oliver Franceshi
Mermaid 1: Holly Sargent
Mermaid 2: Emma Pritchard
Tinkerbell: Gerard Way
…
What
the
fuck
!?!?

Maybe I read it wrong… I’m going to check again because seriously, I have not been cast as a fucking fairy!

Tinkerbell: Gerard Way
Fuck!

I only auditioned for this to get Frank’s attention, and affections, but how the fuck would I achieve the latter when my role is Tinkerbell… Fucking Tinkerbell!?

“Miss,” I call as I dash back into the classroom.

“Yes, Gerard?” she asks with a wide smile.

“I think that there was a mistake with the casting,” I say and she nods for me to continue. “I have been put down as Tinkerbell, that can’t possibly be right… can it?” I ask uneasily as I see her expression not once falter… she doesn’t seem fazed… fuck!

“No, Gerard, there has been no mistake,” she says calmly and I just stare at her with my mouth agape and eyes blown wide. Like seriously, what the fuck? “You have been cast as Tinkerbell because, even more so than any girls, you fit the part,” she explains. “You have soft, feminine, features and your nose is a little upturned like a fairy or a pixie,” she says with a smile gesturing at my face. “You are just very pretty and fairy like, it had to be you,” she finishes explaining.

“So are we making Tinkerbell a boy fairy?” I ask, hope clear in my voice.

“No, you’ll be wearing a dress,” she tells me. How the fuck is she maintaining a straight face right now when I am probably the colour of a fucking tomato? I can feel the heat of blood having rushed to my face from the embarrassment of the situation and there is no way that my blush isn’t obvious.

“A dress?” I whisper to which she nods before she tells me to go home and practice getting in character.

---

“Mum!” Mikey calls as soon as we hear the front door open from where we are sat in the basement, aka my bedroom.

“Mikey, don’t you fucking dare!” I whisper in the most aggressive tone that I can muster. Mikey just smirks and runs up the stairs. Arsehole.

I trudge upstairs grumpily and am welcomed with the sounds of laughter. Fucking excellent.

“Hi, Fairy!” my mother, my fucking mother, laughs out. I glare at her and she stops laughing… mostly. “Oh, c’mon, it isn’t so bad!” she coos, wrapping her arm around me. “Just tink of all the fun you’ll have!” she says with cackling laughter, to which I huff and slump back into my room. Behind me I hear my brother laughing and commending my mother of her pun, one of many to come in the following month I’m sure.

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Miss Handyside emails the cast the days which they need to be at rehearsal. My rehearsal time is much less than most, probably because I don’t have any fucking lines and just have to prance about in a fucking dress on stage.

Today is, however, my first rehearsal and miss asked that I arrive ten minutes earlier to see if the dress they already have fits or if they’ll need to get the textiles department to make another in my size… oh joy…

I walk into the drama room, early as requested, and find Frank Iero sat talking to miss. “Hi…” I interrupt.

“Oh, Gerard, perfect, just on time. Your costume is in the office, try it on and call me if it doesn’t fit,” she says as I make my way to the office. “And if it does then come out here and show us,” she says, chuckling. Frank joins her in her chuckling and I look over at him to find that he is already looking at me, I swiftly avert my eyes and rush into the office.

After three minutes of struggling, I manage to get the green tights and dress onto my body. I probably look fucking ridiculous. I see the make-up and hair accessories on the desk and decide that if I’m going to go out there embarrassed then I may as well be in full costume. Sighing, I apply the foundation, also touching up the eyeliner and mascara that had smudged from a full day of school and adding some more to actually make me look female. I then lightly dust glitter to all of my exposed skin in a light layer. Finally I tie my black hair into a bun on the top of my head. I step back and take my full appearance in. I look like a punk version of Tinkerbell, it is fucking ridiculous. Sighing yet again, I open the door and step out to where Miss Handyside and Frank are yet again conversing. I clear my throat and they turn to look at me. Both of their faces showing shock but where delight is visible in Miss Handyside’s eyes there is something… else… in Frank’s.

“Fuck…” I hear Frank mutter as he look across my entire body, causing me to blush deeply… like really deep… like imagine the core of the Earth, that deep… except with blushing… Fuck I’m too flustered to make sense. I avert my eyes from Frank as the sight of him staring at me is making me feel weak at the knees. Wow, cliché much?

“See, Gerard, I told you that you could pull it off, you look incredible!” Miss Handyside says with a bright smile. “Right, Frank?” she asks, nudging Frank with her elbow. Frank continues to gaze across my body for a moment before he shakes his head and look at Mrs Handyside again.

“Huh?” he asks, dumbly. Aww, he is so cute.

“Gerard, he looks good in his outfit, right?” she repeats.

“Umm, yeah, he looks… yeah… good… it’s nice… I have to go home now, bye!” he says as he shoots to his feet and rushes out of the room. Well that was weird.
We are two weeks from the first performance and I haven’t rehearsed with Frank once! Every single time we were scheduled to rehearse together he just wouldn’t turn up. What the fuck is that even about? A, that is very unprofessional and, B, that is really jerky and I thought he was a nice guy. Urgh. After he, unsurprisingly, didn’t turn up to our rehearsal again today Miss Handyside gave me his address so that I could rehearse with him at his house.

So that takes us to where I am now, right outside of, what is supposedly, Frank’s door waiting for someone to answer. After about one minute, just as I’m about the turn away, the door opens to a smiling Frank, who’s smile instantly drops when he sees me.

“Fuck, Gerard, what are you doing here?” he asks, his eyes wide as he takes in my appearance. Miss Handyside made me leave for his house immediately so I didn’t have time to change back to my normal clothes and am thus still dressed as Tinkerbell.

“Miss Handyside sent me here because we have to rehearse,” I explained in a shy tone as I felt my skin darken in a blush from his gaze on me.

“O-Okay, Come in,” he stammers and I walk in. Frank closes the door and suggests that we go to his room to rehearse to which I agree, with a blush covering my cheeks. “Okay so there is like one scene that we can rehearse without anyone else, right?” Frank asks and I nod like one of those fucking bobbleheads, get your shit together, Gerard.

---

We rehearse the scene where Tinkerbell drinks the poison and her light goes out or whatever about ten times. It literally takes no more than three minutes each time we rehearse the scene. Every single time we practiced it, though, I felt like Frank was distracted.

“Frank,” I call when we decide to take a break, both sitting on his double bed.

“Yeah,” he replies, his voice sounding as though it was being restrained.

“Is there something wrong? You seem really distracted,” I voice my concern and Frank laughs a rigid laugh, almost as if it were forced, not his regular laugh that has me swooning. “Frank, what’s up?” I ask again, knowing now that there is something.

“N-Nothing,” he stutters, looking up from his phone and into my eyes. I raise one eyebrow in a sassy disbelieving expression. “It’s nothing, seriously,” he says in a much more controlled voice than before, although the panic is still obvious.

“Frank,” I sigh, changing my face to one of understanding, trying to coax out whatever was wrong with him. Frank sighs in turn before something glimmers in his eye and he puts his phone down and shuffles closer to me, smirking.

“Fine, you really want to know?” he whispers in a low voice, causing my breath to catch in my throat. I nod slowly, looking into his eyes for an idea of what is going through his beautiful head.

The next thing I know, Frank is leaning into me, claiming my lips in a searing kiss. Fuck, his lips are so soft and delicate. They are moving with precision, firm enough to take control and move the kiss along but soft enough that I don’t feel as though I’m being attacked mouth first. Fucking hell, he is such a good kisser.

I only now realise that I’m literally sat here doing nothing! Snapping out of it I place one hand behind his neck, combing my fingers through the hair that I could reach at the bottom of his head, and start to move my lips in time with his. As soon as I take action I feel Frank smirk against my lips and he leans against me so that my back hits the mattress and he is on top of me, straddling my hips. Frank grabs my hands, unclasping the one that had been behind his neck, and pin them with his above my head as he continues to move his perfect lips against mine.

Frank breaks away from the kiss and starts placing kisses across my jaw. “Frank,” I say, although it comes out a bit breathy, sounding like a moan. Frank stops kissing me and sits back slightly, looking into my eyes. “ I don’t get it,” I mumble, clearly confused… and out of breath.

Frank chuckles that beautiful chuckle of his. “You, Gerard, you are what’s wrong, what’s distracting me,” he explains… although I am still incredibly confused. I assume that the confusion was evident in my expression because he continues to explain. “I have never found guys dressed as girls hot before but fuck,” he pauses, looking across my feminine made-up face, hair and the top half of my dress. “Look how fucking good you look, Gerard,” he says before leaning down to kiss me again. This time I kiss back instantly. Frank runs his tongue along my lip, causing me to shudder and part my lips to allow his tongue entrance. He explores my mouth and I don’t even try to fight for dominance, I simply allow him to lead the kiss, massaging his tongue with mine. His hands trail down my arms, slide down my torso and rest on my hips, causing me shiver. “You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers against my lips before he proceeds to place kissed along my jaw. My hands launch up to pull at Frank’s hair which causes him to moan. Holy fucking shit. That’s so fucking hot. Franks lips travel down my jaw and to my ear. “I want you,” he informs me in a deep and seductive tone. “What do you say?” he asks, nibbling on my ear. I nod and Frank chuckles. “Speak, Gerard, I want to hear you say it,” he mutters into my ear. My body shudders and my breath catches, Frank’s demands only adding to how aroused I have become. “Go on, Gerard, say it,” he demands again and I can feel him smirk and he sucks my earlobe into his mouth again.

“I want…” I stop to moan as Frank’s hands start massaging my hips. Frank urges me to continue. “I want you… want you to fuck me,” I moan again when Frank grinds his hips down on mine. To be honest I am surprised with my bluntness. I have never been a very sexually, or any other type of, confident. I don’t know how I ever managed to lose my virginity, like I literally don’t know because I was really fucking drunk and that whole night is a blur.

Continuing to rock his hips into mine, Frank starts kissing my neck, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin and making me gasp and tug harder on his hair every time, much to his liking. “Too many clothes,” he mumbles against my neck. As I was in agreement, I push Frank up and grab the bottom of his Black Flag T shirt, tugging it over his head and launching it across the room somewhere. When I look back at Frank he is staring hungrily at my dress-covered torso. I blush and whimper slightly, sort of an embarrassed kind of whimper. C’mon, wouldn’t you be embarrassed if the hottest guy in school was looking at your body like he wanted to rip the dress from you?

Frank averts his gaze back to my eyes and he smiles sweetly. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, we could always stop” he reassures me, stoking my face with his fingers, which are slightly calloused from playing guitar; although it is a nice kind of calloused, not rough and painful but manly and strong.

“No!” I unnecessarily protest. “I mean, no, I don’t want to stop, I want this,” I correct my outburst, smiling shyly up at Frank, who simply nods – his smile never faltering – as he leans over me again, hands still clasped around my face. He kisses me tenderly, slowly tracing his tongue against mine. This kiss is much softer than the others although it possesses less passion; after five or so minutes that is commended and Frank is rolling his hips down on mine as his tongue is ravaging my mouth, both of us swallowing each other’s needy moans, and my blunt nails rake down his muscly back.

Frank starts kissing down my neck, biting here and there, until he reaches my collar bone, one of my sweet spots. As soon as his lips make contact with it I bite my lip hard, trying and failing to make my moan somewhat quieter, and scratch Frank’s back hard enough to draw blood. Frank bites roughly before sucking, leaving his mark. Frank kisses over my, now purple, skin before sitting up again, me whimpering at the loss of his mouth on me.

“Can I take this off?” he asks, gesturing at my dress. I frantically nod and Frank giggles. Fucking giggles. How can someone be so cute when they are about to fuck someone? Frank’s quick fingers find the zip on the back of the dress; I arch my back, allowing Frank to ease the zip down. Once the dress is undone, Frank’s hands move back up my sides to my shoulders where he gently pushes my back flat against the bed again. Gently, he pushes the straps down my arms, me helping him, until my arms are free. Frank’s lips find my neck again and he kisses across it, down to my marked collar, causing me to moan softly again. Frank smirks against my skin as he starts kissing lower, to my chest. As his mouth reaches my chest, Frank is gently pushing to dress down to expose my whole torso. Frank climbed off of my hips and instead positioned his legs in between mine for ease.

Frank’s mouth moves to my left nipple which he sucked into his mouth, rolling the, now hard, nipple in his mouth and biting hard causing me to moan loudly. “Fuck,” I groan out as I tug on Frank’s hair. Frank smirks against my chest before moving to my other nipple and treating it as he had the first, still giving the first attention by massaging it with his hand.

After a few more minutes of paying attention to my nipples, and a lot more moans on my part, Frank moves further down my body, sucking marks across my stomach and dipping his tongue in my navel, and licking down to where my dress was still up, along with my tights. Frank sat up and motioned for me to lift my legs, Frank immediately pulled my tights and dress off, leaving me in nothing but a tight pair of boxers, made tighter my how hard I am. With a smirk, Frank begins to palm at my dick through the thin material of my boxers.

“Fuck, Frank, stop teasing, please,” I plead him. Frank pulls my boxers immediately off and before I know it his tongue is licking from the base to the tip of my cock. “Frank!” I gasp in, very pleasant, shock from his sudden advances. Frank hums in acknowledgment, sending shivers down my dick, before he is wrapping his lips around the tip of my dick. I moan loudly at the tight, wet, heat that is Frank’s mouth… then it’s gone. I sit up quickly to see that Frank was unfastening his skinny jeans. I instantly shoot up, slapping his hands away and almost tearing his jeans with the speed in which I undid them. Within ten seconds they were down his legs and he was kicking them off, followed immediately by his boxers. I find relief in seeing just how hard he is. At least I’m not the only one into this. Frank smirks down at me and pushes me back on the bed, my head on his pillows. He reaches into the bedside table and grabs a bottle of cherry-flavoured lube.

“Have you ever…” Frank asks once he sits in between my legs again. I nod sheepishly and he smiles at that, probably relieved that he wouldn’t hurt me too much. His smile turned into that smirk again as he ran his hands along my thighs, massaging them, as his head moves down again. Even though I am expecting it this time I still gasp when I feel his tongue on the head of my cock. His tongue swirls around before his mouth closes around the tip and I have to bite the inside of my cheeks to keep quiet…ish. Frank starts bobbing his head as he sucks firmly, creating a tight suction in his wet, hot, mouth, and I can’t hold back the moans that begin to tumble out of my lips. Frank’s tongue is running across the vein on the underside of my dick as he is bobbing his head up to the head and back down until at least five of my seven inches is in his mouth. Suddenly I feel a lube-slickened finger enter me and I moan louder than I had yet. Frank grins… as much as you can whilst you have someone’s dick in your mouth. Frank starts slowly moving his finger out and back into me as he continues to swirl his tongue around my shaft. I thread my fingers into Frank’s soft black hair, not controlling his movements just something to keep me grounded. I feel Frank pull his finger out and, just as I’m about to whimper from the loss, he pushes two slick fingers in, causing me to groan. I only feel a little bit stretched, certainly not enough to cause the burn that I expect would come when I am filled more – not that I can remember from my one drunken experience. Frank starts thrusting his fingers into me faster, scissoring his fingers a little. After a few moments I feel his fingers hit something that sends all of my nerves alight. I, involuntarily, thrust my hips up into Frank’s mouth before rocking back onto his hand. Surprisingly, Frank handles my dick hitting the back of his throat and, instead of gagging as I’d expected, I feel him swallowing around my dick causing a dirty moan to erupt from my throat. Frank pulls his mouth away from my cock, replacing it with his free hand. “I guess I found your prostate,” he says with a laugh, his voice deliciously rough from me, accidently, having just fucked his throat. I nod frantically and Frank smirks, pulling his fingers back and thrusting back in with three, hitting that spot dead on. Frank continues to stretch his fingers out but, instead of thrusting in and out like he had been, he begins to rub at my prostate. That mixed with the hand jerking my erection, causes me to start writing beneath him and I can feel a rapidly building pool of heat in my stomach.

“Fuck, Frank, stop stop stop stop stop,” I rush out through a chorus of moans. Frank removes his fingers from me, causing me to moan obscenely, and his hand leaves my dick. Frank leans down and places an open mouthed kiss to the slit at the head of my dick before he sits back and winks at me. I watch hungrily as Frank grabs lube and massages it over his neglected cock, causing him to moan softly.

“Gerard, I don’t have condoms,” he says with his eyes shut in pleasure.

“I don’t give a fuck, get in me now!” I command; Frank looks at me with a glint in his eye and a moan leaves his mouth as he grabs my hips firmly.

“Ready?” he asks, sweetly.

“Fuck yes, please, Frank,” I moan. Frank clearly doesn’t need to be told twice as I feel him push his considerably sized erection into my body. Fuck. That feels fucking amazing, why does everyone always complain about the- “Shit!” I grit in pain as I feel myself being stretched further than a human should be, causing Frank to still instantly.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” Frank panics as he moves one hand from my hip to stroke my cheek soothingly.

“No, just,” I pause to wince. “How far in are you?” I asks with a look of worry clearly across my face.

“Like five inches or something,” he says as he looks into my eyes with concern. I nod for him to continue and he pushes slowly into me as he places soothing kisses across my face until I feel his hips against my arse. Frank ceases all movement and continues to kiss my face gently as the hand on my hip begins sliding up and down my ribs in a calming manner.

“Okay, move, but like… slow…” I say once the pain fades after a couple of minutes. Frank nods and complies, rocking more than thrusting his hips into mine. There is still some pain but it isn’t like I’m being torn in two anymore. Frank’s rocking soon does turn into thrusting and as his thrusts start to get deeper the pain transitions to pleasure and I let out a sigh of relief.

“You okay?” Frank asks as he continues the slow deep thrusting. I moan in response, seeing Frank give a content smile before the hand on my side moves to grip my hip again. Frank starts to thrust with more intent and he lets out a long moan when I experimentally clench around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Gerard,” he moans again. Smirking, I clench on every pull out, pulling a moan from Frank every time. Frank’s hands move to my wrists as he pins my arms above my head as he had done earlier when we were making out. He then starts to move his hips in different angles and I am confused as to why until he hits my prostate again.

“Fuck, Frank, there,” I gasp and Frank smirks down at me as he hits my prostate on every thrust in. I work one hand from his grasp and clasp my hand behind his head, dragging his head toward mine so that I could claim his lips in a scorching kiss… well I intended on it is more a case of me panting and moaning against his hips. Frank bites my lip, making me moan more, as his hand makes its way to my leaking cock. Frank starts to jerk me at an unnaturally fast pace as his hips still in me and he rocks against my prostate, abusing it in the best possible way. “Fuck fuck fuck,” I chant in amongst my constant stream of moans and I can feel the pooling in my stomach gather. As I feel the sensation build, I begin to rock my hips in time with his.

Frank leans down to my ear, capturing my earlobe between his teeth and sucking before his lips move off and I feel his breath hot on my ear. “Cum for me, Gerard,” he commands and just like that I feel my body light ablaze with the sensation of the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced.

“Fuck, Frank!” I shout as I cum across our chests and Frank’s fist. I feel Frank jerk me through my orgasm before his hands clutch my hips in a tight grip and he begins to pound into me, fast and hard. Frank’s mouth finds mine, covering my mouth with his in a hot kiss.

“Fuck, Gerard, so fucking hot, gonna cum,” he moans against my mouth as his thrusts begin to get messy. I moan as my fingernails scrape down his back and I bite at his shoulder, feeling far too fucked out to contribute properly although my efforts seem to pay off as, with one last shout of my name, I feel Frank cum deep inside of me, coating my walls and making me moan again. His thrusts slow, riding the high of his orgasm, before he pulls out of me and falls down beside me. “Fuck, that was…” he whispers, bliss written across his face.

“Yeah,” I agree.

“Do you… Want to…” Frank trails off.

“Huh?”

“Like… Do that more often…” he says, sheepishly. I laugh softly.

“Like fuck buddies?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Well I was thinking like a boyfriend…”

“What? You want me to be your boyfriend?” I ask to which he nods. “Why?” I ask, confused.

“Well, to be honest, I have sort of had a crush on you for a while. You’re so sweet and funny and smart and fucking hot, especially in a dress, and now that I’ve had the balls to make a move, which by the way I am counting as a total success, I was just thinking that I may as well go for it,” he confesses in a rush to which I stare at him, my mouth open wide in disbelief. “Unless you’d rather we were just fuck buddies… that’s cool too…” he rushes out.

“Shit, fuck, no,” I start. “It’s just that… I’ve been crushing on you too and I find it ridiculously cliché, and awesome, that you have a crush on me too!” I explain to which Frank smiles.

“You have a crush on me?” he checks to which I nod with a chuckle. “Well I guess you’re my boyfriend then…” he says with a cute smile upon his face, accompanied by an adorable blush. I nod and lean in, placing a gentle kiss to Frank’s already kiss-swollen lips. “Awesome…” he laughs as I break away from the kiss. “Do you want to stay over?” Frank asks me to which I nod. Frank climbs under the covers and I follow him. He wraps his arms tightly around me and kisses my head and I drift into sleep.

I guess being Tinkerbell isn’t so bad after all.

Notes

Sorry for any mistakes.
I kind of didn't proof read... Sorry!
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