Desolation Row

When Patrick Stump finished the story, they wanted to talk, but Gerard told them he wanted them all to get some sleep. “I think we’ve all had enough for now” He said, but Gerard was the one who looked as if he had had enough; his face was tired and drawn, and Frank thought he looked physically ill. “You alright Gee?” Frank asked, watching him intently. Gerard nodded his face pale as he shakily placed his 3rd cup of coffee on the coffee table. There was a moment of quiet while they looked around at each other. Then Patrick got to his feet and the others rose with him. “We’ll meet tomorrow” Gerard said, breaking the silence as he glanced up at the clock. “Later today I mean”.

“I want you to be careful Pat for the rest of the night” Frank instructed, handing Patrick his black leather jacket. “She’s been into my house before and she can be wherever you are” Frank stared at him, a worried look in his eyes as he silently prayed that they would all be safe tonight. He had never been a religious man but after everything he had heard tonight perhaps a little bit of faith was all he needed to stay sane right now.”All right” Patrick muttered, putting on his coat. The flat seemed very silent now, shadowy, frightening. He felt the last few days catching up with him all at once, pilling up on his back. If it had been weariness that would have been ok, but it was more: a feeling that he was cracking up, dreaming, a sensation of being watched. Maybe I’m not really here at all he thought to himself as he headed towards the front door. Maybe I’m in Bedlam mental asylum, surrounded by the four padded walls of my cell with only the flies and my delusions of monsters and the undead to keep me company.

He glanced behind him and saw Frank was now standing in the living room doorway. Gerard was standing behind him, watching over them. His hands were stuffed into his pockets and shoulders slumped as he stared glassy eyed after Patrick, a thin, unconvincing smile smoothed across his face. His eyes trailed to the floor, flashing them a weak smile before quickly opening the door, shutting it behind him as he wandered off into the night.

Frank sighed, walking off into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on. Gerard slowly followed, his eyes fixed guiltily upon the floor. Frank was chatting away about something as he busied himself making coffee but Gerard wasn’t listening; his mind drifting back to the memories of his father. How the abuse ruined his relationships with everyone around him, how he tried so hard to protect Mikey from the horrific things he said and did to him.

“My dad knew” He said suddenly, forcing Frank into an uncomfortable silence. His hands tightly squeezed the counter, sighing as he turned back at Gerard who stood leaning against the door frame. “I came home one day from school and he just knew about us. Did I ever tell you what he used to say to me when he was mad?” He continued.
“What?”
“You’re a faggot. That’s what he used to say. You’re a dirty little faggot” He laughed and shivered at the same time. “He wanted me dead, Frank. I mean... he’d hurt me before, but the last time, after Mikey... he was different. I loved him. I did love him but...” He looked at him, perhaps wanting Frank to say it for him. He wouldn’t; it was something he was going to have to say for himself, sooner or later. “I hated him, too” He sighed, reaching out and gently taking hold of Frank’s hands. “I never told that to anyone before” He added quietly. Frank pulled him closer, seeing the guilt swim in his lover’s eyes was heartbreaking. He inched closer to his lips, a sympathetic smile spread across his face as he locked eyes with Gerard.

“Say it again.”
“No, I...”
“Go on. It’ll hurt, but maybe it’s festered in there long enough. Say it” Frank urged, his soft voiced lulling Gerard into the sense of security he had always felt around him. He sighed, closing his eyes, trying to hold back the tears. “I hated my dad” He said and began to sob helplessly. “I hated him; I was terrified of him Frank. I hated him, I was never good enough for him and I hated him, I did but I loved him too and I hated myself for it”. Frank pulled him in, wrapping his arms tightly around him. Feeling Gerard’s arms slide around him in a panicky grip, his tears wet on the side of Frank’s neck. He suddenly became very conscious of Gerard’s body, his slender frame and muscles that he kept hidden from view. He moved his torso away from his slightly, almost not wanting him to feel the erection he was getting.... but he moved against him again.

Gerard turned his eyes gravely down to Frank’s, brushing a lock of dark out of his eyes; sniffing as his lips turned into a trembling smile. “I need something now” He said. “What’s that?” Frank asked quietly, his head moving closer to Gerard’s again. “I need you to kiss me” He purred. Frank smiled, pressing his lips tenderly against his boyfriends. His kiss was warm and firm and sweet, feeling Gerard's hips moving against him... away... and then against him again. When his hips moved away a second time, he plunged both of his hands into Gerard’s poison red hair and moved against him. Gerard felt him growing hard, uttering a small gasp and placed his face against the side of his boyfriends neck; Frank feeling his tears on his skin, warm and secret.

“Come on” He purred, his fingers entwining with Frank’s as he led him slowly to the bedroom

Notes

Just a filler chapter, but I couldn't resist a bit of Frerard/ lovey dovey stuff x

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