Babysitting The Way (VERSION THREE)

Frank receives a knock on his door at 11:32 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Who dare enrage the great Frank Iero with their thoughtless banging on his place of refuge before the hour of noon? Frank rolls out of bed in his Deadpool boxers, slips on some sweatpants, and remains shirtless as he stumbles to the door. He has class in an hour, so it better not be some Jehovah’s witness who’s going to preach to him forever.
Frank swings open the door to see the person retreating. Once they realize Frank had answered, they turn to face him, jogging back up Frank’s porch steps.
The man has bright red hair, which Frank appreciates. He’s wearing a leather jacket with skinny jeans so tight and form fitting that they look more like a tattoo than actual pants. His hair falls in stringy tangles into his eyes and nearly down to his shoulders.
The man realizes that Frank’s shirtless, and blushes, his hazel eyes flashing from Frank’s chest to meet the smaller man’s eyes. “Um… your…. Your name’s Frank, right?”
“How do you know my name?” Frank asks. He’s never seen this man before.
“Well, my family moved in about a week ago…. We never had time to introduce ourselves…” he mutters. “Anyways, the landlord gave us a list of surrounding neighbors.”
“Do you want to come in?” Frank offers. It’s pretty damn hot outside, and the man’s hair is already pasted onto his forehead with sweat.
“No, I’m fine,” he insists. He sticks out his hand, telling, “I’m Gerard Way, and I’m about to ask for a huge favor.”
Frank takes his hand, giving it a loose shake. “What’s the favor?”
The handshake breaks, and Gerard asks, “Are you by any chance good with kids? And available tonight from 7:00 to like 11:00?”
“Yes, and yes, why?” Frank questions.
Gerard shifts uncomfortably, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “You see, there’s a party tonight, and my parents are out of town, so….. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind babysitting my younger brother, Mikey.”
Frank is quiet, so Gerard continues to ramble,
“I’ll pay you thirty dollars and he’s really well behaved and he’s not a picky eater and he wipes his own-”
“I’ll do it,” Frank decides.
“Really? G-great!” Gerard stammers. “So… um, we live at 105…. Stop by at about quarter till?”
“Sounds fine,” Frank agrees.
Gerard steps down the stairs, walking backwards. “Thanks so much. See you tonight, Frank.”
“Bye,” Frank calls, shutting the door after Gerard.
Frank heads over to the kid’s house at 6:45, dressed in what he dubbed as “babysitting attire”; straight slim fit jeans, black Converses, and a grey American Eagle pullover with a blue button down underneath.
Gerard answers the door, now dressed in the same skinnies, combat boots, and a Misfits sweatshirt. He grins at Frank, telling, “Hey. Mikey’s upstairs, if you want to say hi.”
“Alright,” Frank says, stepping inside.
“So… you look handsome,” Gerard compliments, turning pink.
“Thanks. So do you,” Frank replies.
Gerard turns even more red, and shakes his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. “I’ll be home at midnight at the latest. And if you can do me a favor, don’t mention to my parents that this happened; I wasn’t supposed to go to this party.”
“Yeah, okay,” Frank chuckles. He waves goodbye as Gerard leaves. Frank steps forward, closing the door for Gerard. When he turns around, a little boy who, according to Frank’s deduction, is Mikey, is standing at the top of the steps, staring at Frank.
The boy is wearing thick glasses, jean shorts, and a shirt with Pikachu on it. He glares cautiously at Frank, one leg behind him in case he has to retreat.
Frank takes a step towards Mikey, saying, “You must be Mikey.”
Mikey is quiet, looking Frank up and down with wide hazel eyes. “Who are you?”
“My name’s Frank, and I’m here to babysit you,” Frank answers, taking another step. He sees Mikey back up, so Frank settles for sitting at the foot of the steps.
“Why’d Gerard leave?” Mikey demands.
“He… uh….” Frank, while being an only child, has heard enough of his friend’s complaints about their siblings to know that if he told Mikey the truth, there was a big chance Mikey would rat on Gerard, especially because of the giant age gap between the two. “He…. Went to a friend’s house,” Frank lies.
“Mommy said he wasn’t ‘sposed to,” Mikey complains.
Fuck. “Oh. So…. What do you want to do, Mikey?”
“I want you to leave,” Mikey answers blatantly.
Frank laughs nervously. What can he do with the kid for five hours if he doesn’t even want Frank to be there? “I can’t do that. But what I can do is play something with you.”
“Like what?” Mikey sneers.
“Like….” Frank begins. “Um…. We could… we could play Pokemon,” Frank suggests.
Mikey beams, bolting to the foot of the steps and jumping into Frank. “I get to be Ash, and you’re Gary!”
“Alright,” Frank laughs, swinging Mikey over onto his back and clomping up the steps with him, Mikey bouncing and giggling.
The two bond over their connection to Pokemon, and Frank lets Mikey beat him in abattle, even though Mikey was somehow deluded enough to think that his Pikachu could beat Frank’s Cubone.
They end up watching the Pokemon movie, Frank snuggling with Mikey on the floor of the living room. Mikey soon falls asleep, but Frank watches the movie until the end, crying when Ash is turned to stone and all of the Pokemon feel remorse.
Frank texts friends on his phone and half re-watches the movie until Gerard returns. Gerard, seeing Mikey, shuts the door quietly. Gerard stumbles over, and Frank’s been in college long enough to be able to tell when someone’s tipsy. Gerard definitely was.
“Frank, come upstairs,” Gerard says in a hushed voice. “We can’t wake Mikey!”
Frank stands, and Gerard takes his hand tightly, pulling him up the steps and into what must be his bedroom.
Gerard slinks over to the bed, sitting on the end. He pulls his shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor.
Frank fumbles backwards, stammering, “G-Gerard, wh-what are you d-doing?”
Gerard walks over to Frank, pressing a finger against Frank’s lips. “Frank, let’s not play dumb. We’ve been giving each other the signals, and now that the baby’s to bed…. We’ve got to act on it.”
“Gerard, I don’t think you understand,” Frank responds. “I like you, but… you’re kind of drunk.”
Gerard looks shocked. “What?! I’m not drunk, you’re drunk!” He pins Frank’s wrists above the younger man’s head, kissing him harshly. He licks Frank’s lower lip, so Frank lets Gerard’s tongue into his mouth.
Once the kiss is broken, Gerard looks at Frank, a strand of crimson hair dipping into his hazel eyes. “Okay?”
“Okay,” Frank agrees. He starts undoing his pants, rolling his jeans down to his ankles as Gerard watches, smitten. Frank blushes when he sees Gerard’s wide grin, and takes off his shirt. Gerard begins unbuttoning his jeans, struggling to get them past his thighs.
Frank knocks Gerard’s hands out of the way, sliding his own down the front of Gerard’s jeans. “Allow me.” He slips them inside Gerard’s briefs, finding his dick and closing his hand around just below the head. He works Gerard’s cock, rubbing his thumb in circles around the circumference of the head. Gerard dips his head into Frank’s shoulder, gritting his teeth and letting out a series of whining and whimpering noises.
Gerard’s hips stutter forwards as he comes, hissing out Frank’s name, along with some choice words. He buries his forehead into Gerard’s shoulder, grabbing Frank’s hips with both hands.
Frank helps Gerard out of his clothing and into some clean boxer briefs, and Frank remains in his boxers, watching Gerard make his way over to the bed and flop onto it, crawling beneath the covers.
“When are your parents coming back?” Frank questions.
Gerard shrugs. “Not for another week or so.”
Frank cuddles up next to Gerard, sighing contently, “Well, I guess I have no choice but to sleep with you, Gerard Way.”
Gerard grins down at Frank, replying, “I’m glad your choices are so limited, Frankie.”
Frank snuggles his head on top of Gerard’s bare chest, one of Frank’s arms draped across Gerard’s ribcage. He kisses Gerard’s nipple, and traces it with his tongue before settling back down and falling asleep.
Gerard is the first to wake, to see Frank wrapped around him. Gerard checks under the covers, to see that Frank’s not wearing anything but some Deadpool boxers. He’s slim, and he has two beautiful doves on his hips. Gerard strokes the skin, outlining one of the doves with his forefinger.
Gerard looks down, to realize that he, himself, is only wearing some Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle boxer briefs. As he looks over at Frank, he starts to piece last night together.
When he finally realizes what had happened, he just smiles, pecking Frank on top of the head. He gets up, and sees that the clock reads 6:00 a.m. He puts on a shirt, going downstairs to check on Mikey, to see him sleeping soundly on the floor. He scoops his baby brother up, carrying his light body up the steps and setting him in his bed, taking off his glasses and setting them on the nightstand. Gerard returns to his own room, cuddling back in with Frank, who smiles, unbeknownst to Gerard.

Notes

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VERSION ONE: http://www.mychemicalromancefanfiction.com/Story/29675/Babysitting-The-Ways-VERSION-ONE/

VERSION TWO: http://www.mychemicalromancefanfiction.com/Story/29800/Babysitting-The-Ways-VERSION-TWO/

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