Sex and violence.

Gerard's P.O.V

Frank dragged me all the way home, after he dragged me downstairs to his room. I just sat on the couch as he paced his floor. I watch him as his fingers grab his hair and pulls on it, his eyes are fucked up and red. What the hell did he do?

Only after about two hours Frank calmed down enough to tell me what happened. He just stood in front of me was I sat on the couch.

"Dude.. no, this isn't happening." My eyes are glued on to him. I don't say anything. "Dude.. fuck.. um.. Gerard can you keep a secret?" His eyes look down on me, they're filled with desperation and fear. I only nod my head.

"Yeah. Sure I can."

"Well.. I went off and I met up with.. you know my friends and all and we were screwing around. And then.. umm well Chris brought out acid, we all dropped it and uh..." His hands never leave his hair as he keeps on pulling on it. "Well, we were throwing bottles and all that then Justin misses and it hits a wall and well.. a fire started in the ally and all four of us ran you know.. then we um.. we lost track of Justin and we're all freaking out you know, Justin's missing. So I ran off looking for him then I ran into you and.." His voice stops as he looks down on his shoes. "Dude I'm gonna go to jail.."

Shit, is Frank really about to cry? "No.. you won't get caught." I try to calm him.

"You really think so?" He rubs his arm over his face.

"Yeah, I mean. No one saw you right?" I watch him as he walks towards me, sitting next to me on the couch.

"No, but I'm still fucking scared. I still don't know were Justin is." He pulls his legs up and crosses them.

"Justin's fine. Me and Donnie ran into him. He was frying but he's gonna be okay." I look at him as his eyes stare at his lap.

"Gerard.. I'm still really scared. What if the cops come over and know it was me."

"They won't Frank, I promise. Even if they do come, I won't let them take you away." I hold my breath as I wait for Frank's reaction. Thinking he's gonna throw himself off the couch.. telling me to fuck off.. but he doesn't.

"Gerard, could you.. maybe stay down here for tonight.. You don't have to I mean.. it's just cause I'm really scared." I watch his hands push down on the couch, his eyes never meet with mine.

"Yeah.. sure." Okay. Frank is seriously not okay, I mean. Hours before he beat the shit out of me. Now he's asking me to sleep down stairs with him. Like that's not weird.. "So, well what do you want to do now?" I say blankly I still try to figure out what's going on.

"I don't know watch a movie?" His eyes still don't catch up with mine. I can't help myself but stare at him.

"Well okay. I'll go get one." I shrug everything off and I lift myself from the couch. Frank's dad's gone elsewhere as I get upstairs. The house is quiet as I stand in front of the book case full of movies. Which is actually pretty overwhelming. So many movies.. Not much time.

Finally I grab a movie and meet Frank back downstairs. With his pants off... Guess he's the type to sleep in his boxers. I throw myself down the rest of the stairs as I work the movie, going on the floor like I was last night.

"No.. you can sit up here.." Frank looks down at me, my eyes finally meet with his. They're still bloodshot and his pupils haven't gone down. So this kid's still high.

So I go and sit next to him, he still doesn't say anything when the movie comes on. I guess Frank was really tripping cause as soon as the title screen came up, Frank jumped ten feet and so happened landed on my lap.

"Frank... are you okay?" I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Why is everything so loud." I watch him as he grabs his ears. His back still lays on my lap. Jeeze this kid's seriously going insane. I feel his body tense up on my lap as he holds his head tighter and his eyes squeeze shut.. My only instinct is to wrap my arms around him, just so he feels.. more comfortable.

After about a few minutes his body slowly begins to relax as he brings his hands down from his head. His eyes move to the tv as he watches Insidious with me. I catch him playing with my fingers as I remember I'm still holding him in my arms. My face forms in a smile when I look down at him.. He looks soo,.. innocent. My arms squeeze him a little tighter as he turns his head towards me. He starts laughing when he looks at me.

"what?" I laugh with him.

"Gee, you have a Chelsea grin." He giggles as his fingers still wrap around my own.. My heart melts when I hear him call me by Gee.. A nickname made by Frank.. Even if he's high as hell. It's still cute.

Our eyes lock on for another few minutes till he turns his head back over on the tv. I can't help but notice his body squirming as he gets off me. "Gee, I wanna lay down." His eyes flutter as he looks at me. I can tell he's a little tired so I follow his request and let him lay down. "You too." Wait what? I look at him as his eyes gaze at me. He just smiles.. well alright.

Without a second thought, I lay down behind Frank. Leaving a few inches between us until Frank backs himself up so our body's touch. My face blushes as he snuggles himself against me.. I rest my face against his as I inhale his scent. Only making me hold him tighter, I squeeze giggles out of him as he holds my hands.

Happiness fills my body as I hold him closer to me, his little body. The first time he's not being a total jack ass... but the last time cause he's gonna lose his high by morning.. So I make the moment last as I hold him tighter. "Good night Frank." I whisper in his hair before I hear snores come from his mouth.

Notes

A little bit of Ferard. I think I kept you waiting long enough. But yeah, Frank's a cuddler when he's high c;