Sex and violence.

Christmas had already past, Gerard coming home for the weekend. Already losing the rest of his hair, but lucky enough. Frank gotten Gerard a little santa hat to help bring the two of them spirit for the holidays.


Frank had off school till January tenth so the for the most part he stayed with his brother in his hospital room. Together they played Pokemon, a little bit of board games but mostly talked and cuddled. With Frank's short size, the two boys were able to share the hospital bed perfectly.


Since Christmas the two boys have began dating, Frank's first boy crush. Now his first boyfriend, and he was proud too. But still keeping it a secret from their dad, which was probably the best idea when you're fucking your brother.



January was crawling closer, and tomorrow already being New Year's Eve. Today, also. Gerard
would be coming home for a few more days since he had no chemo scheduled till next week. Now Frank had his license so he was not able to drive him places. And today he decided to take him somewhere neat.


"C'mon hurry!" Frank giggled, almost pushing Gerard out the hospital doors towards the underground parking lot.


"Seriously dude, why are you in such a hurry?" His brow folded as the ball of his Santa hat fell over his face.


Gerard attempted to blow it out of the way but that did no good.


"Let's get home real quick, alright?" Frank grinned. Digging in his pocket in search for his keys.


"You're weird." Gerard laughed, waiting for Frank to unlock the doors to his large pick up truck.


"That's why you ask to sleep with me." Frank smirked, Gerard almost turning around to slap him, but his arm hurt from the fresh wound of his IV scar.


Gerard rolled his eyes to the whole situation before hauling himself in the car, Frank already turning the keys when Gerard gets his door shut.


He feels his stomach drop a few feet from sadness, how he's always holding Frank back. He's always taking twice as much time to do something than him.


I should be dead right now.


He thought.


"Gerard, you're just showering when we get home. Right?" Frank said, cutting all Gerard's thoughts down.


"Oh, yeah sure." Gerard replied.


"Alright." Frank nodded, keeping his eyes on the road.


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"No you're not going." Frank stated, sitting on the couch. His eyes glued to Donnie Darko.


"Why not? I haven't seen him in forever." Gerard whined.


"He's fucking Twenty one. I honestly don't feel comfortable with you two hanging around. WHo knows how high his sex drive is." Frank didn't even meet eyes with his boyfriend as he watched the cheesy movie.


"Please, what if you and Justin go play for him." Gerard walked in the way of his boyfriend. Blocking his view of the television.


"No." Frank answered blankley. Leaning over to see past Gerard who just moved with Frank.


"Then no more sex." Gerard crossed his arms.


Frank finally stopped moving.


"C'mon, you've been gone for like two weeks. Even you can't resist." Frank stared at Gerard, telling himself that Gee's just blushing.


"Oh, believe me I could." Gerard smirked.


Frank stared at him for a few more seconds, his face changing with emotion.


"Find." He turned away from him. "Now can you please move out of the way."


"It's at six so make sure you're showered." Gerard smiled, beginning to turn around.


"You owe me, Way." Frank shouted out.


"Whatever." Gerard cheered as he made his way back over to his room.


Removing the red and white cotton hat off his head, looking over his head. No hair being left on it.


Gerard hated his reflection, he didn't even know who Frank did. He was ugly, he had cancer. He was an orphan, he was him.


Gerard hated himself. The man in the mirror, why couldn't he be perfect. Why couldn't he have a normal life. Why couldn't he have Mikey.


Mikey...


He's dead. He's dead. He's dead.


Gerard thought to himself.


Was like even worth living, all he ever was to someone was sex. But why did he still care for Drew?


Why did he still want to go over to his party, with Frank.


Why did he still think about him?



"Gerard!"


He heard a voice call, Frank.


"Yeah?" He called back from his room.


"You still owe me." Frank reminded him.


Without and argument, without a fight. Gerard walked out of his room, meeting Frank half way down the hallway.


Frank had a smirk on his face as he stood outside the bathroom.


"Shower?" He grinned.


"Sure." Gerard agreed, showing no emotion at all.

Notes

okay, I'm just slitting this in two parts.