Disenchanted

Mikey was at the cash register sorting through the new comic book arrivals when he heard the bell. He looked up immediately expecting to see a group of teenagers coming to get the latest comics. However he saw it was his brother and his face immediately broke into a huge grin. Beside him was a kid who didn’t look older than sixteen. He was dressed pretty much all in black and had two rings looped around both his nose and lip, as well as tens of coloured tattoos covering his body. The boy looked nervous, scared even, and was hunched close to Gerard. It quickly dawned on Mikey that this was Frank, Gerard’s boyfriend. Mikey was shocked at how many tattoos he had for his age and also just how short he was, but apart from the initial surprise, he liked the look of him. He had always been cautious of who Gerard dated. He knew his brother gave everything he had to dating and would often fall in love far too deeply and far too quickly. He got extremely invested in who he was seeing and thought he had fallen in love with them within months, meaning whenever the relationship went wrong or they would break up, he would recede into his old drinking habits, finishing bottles upon bottles of alcohol every single night. Mikey had gotten worried when Gerard and Lindsey broke up and although he disapproved of his brother’s cheating, Mikey was glad Gerard had had Frank to stop him before he feel into a rut of late nights, red ringed eyes and far too much alcohol.

As Mikey watched Frank lean into Gerard’s side and Gerard clutch his side and pull him closer to him, it really seemed like they were truly in love. Frank seemed to look at Gerard with a sort of adoration in his eyes and he knew from the same gooey look in Gerard’s eyes that he adored Frank too. Mikey just hoped this wasn’t some sort of puppy love. Despite their restrictions and the fact that it would be looked upon as wrong if it was ever found out, Mikey hoped their relationship would last. He knew Gerard needed that long term stability, something to provide him with an everyday supply of happiness. He thought he’d had that with Lindsey but apparently not. Gerard needed somebody to rely on and someone to take care of at the same time; someone who wouldn’t leave him, and make him drink his problems away. Mikey suspected Gerard hadn’t told his new boyfriend about his drinking problem and never would unless he really truly had to. None of Gerard’s girlfriends in the past had known about it, not until Lindsey and she had only found out through forcing Gerard to tell her what was going on when he constantly stank of alcohol and reacted badly when he couldn't get to it. Gerard’s friends in high school didn’t even know, nor did his parents. Sure they knew he loved a drink, really loved one, but they never knew the extent of it.

Really it was Mikey who Gerard had come to in the middle of the night, Mikey who had been the one to comfort Gerard when he was sad, angry, or even close to suicidal. Mikey had been the one who had convinced Gerard to get sober and he had helped him along with way. Mikey had kept his brother’s secret quiet since Gerard’s senior year of high school and he wasn’t planning on breaking his promise now. However he really wished Gerard could just open up, unburden himself and tell Frank, especially as Frank must have told him practically everything about his life at this stage. Mikey wanted Gerard to tell Frank about his problems on his own terms, he didn’t want Gerard to relapse into his old habits and have Frank find out for himself. However as he watched them hold each other, Mikey knew he had no reason to worry. Gerard was safe, he was happy, Frank wouldn't hurt. Gerard needed Frank but Frank needed him too and that made their bond stronger than any high school fling.

Mikey shook his head to rid himself of his thoughts and rushed over to Frank and Gerard, pulling Gerard into a bone crushing hug. Gerard laughed and squeezed him back. “I missed you too, Mikes.” Mikey grinned and turned to Frank. Gerard took this as his queue. “Mikey, this is Frank. Frank, this is my brother Mikey.” “Hey!” said Mikey, holding his hand out to Frank. “Hi,” replied Frank quietly and shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you; Gerard’s told me so much about you.” “He’s told me a lot about you too,” offered Frank politely. “He sure talks a lot doesn’t he? Mostly about crap though of course.” Mikey joked in a bid to get Frank to relax. “Hey!” Gerard shot back defensively and smacked his brother off the top of his head. “I was joking!” defended Mikey. “Sure you were,” replied Gerard. Frank watched the exchange and laughed, liking Mikey already who turned to him and winked. Mikey dodged his brother who was now playfully glaring at him and made his way behind the counter. “I get off in about…” he paused to check his watch. “…twenty minutes. You can go to the back for coffee if you want or just hang around here?” Gerard looked to Frank who just shrugged. “We’ll just hang around here for a bit,” answered Gerard. Mikey nodded. “Okay cool.” They stayed and talked for a few more minutes, watching Mikey as he sorted comics and served the occasional customer. Gerard drifted off a few minutes later though to check out some of the comics and was surprised when Frank didn’t immediately leave his place next to Mikey and cling to his side. Instead he stayed put, leaning against the cash register Mikey was standing at, looking far more relaxed now. A minute or so later he heard the two burst into laughter over some dumb joke Frank had been telling and he grinned, happy that his hunch that they’d get on was coming true.

After about ten more minutes someone came to take over from Mikey’s shift. Mikey greeted his work mate enthusiastically but was obviously happy to be leaving. He quickly grabbed his things from the staff room and they left, making their way into the city. They made their way to the closest Starbucks and ordered some coffees, both of the Way brother’s addiction as strong as the others. They slipped into a window seat and talked for an hour or so, laughing as they told each other stupid jokes, and chatted about what was going on in each of their lives. By now Frank had relaxed and Gerard could tell he was getting on well with Mikey especially when the conversation was steered to music and the two younger men realised they liked a lot of the same bands. Gerard found himself watching Frank talking and laughing like nothing was wrong and it gave him a warm feeling inside. Although their lives were pretty different, Mikey and Frank were actually almost the same age, Mikey the older of the two at nineteen. Because of how close they were in age, as well as the fact that they liked a lot of the same bands and had the same goofy sense of humour, Gerard saw them becoming fast friends. It made him happy that Frank would have someone else to talk to once he got out and it also made Gerard happy that Mikey would have a new friend too. He was always better at making friends, and was always quite popular in high school yet a new friend couldn’t be a bad thing, especially as if the friend was someone as lovely as his Frankie.

They spent a lovely few hours together over a couple of coffees but at around twelve Mikey got up to go, saying he had to meet Alicia for lunch. Frank seemed disappointed Mikey was leaving and even gave him a hug when he was leaving. As Mikey hugged his brother goodbye he whispered “He’s a keeper,” in his ear, causing Gerard to blush and Mikey to wink back at him. Once Mikey left, Frank asked what Mikey had said to him but Gerard blushed again and refused to tell him. Instead Gerard took Frank’s hand and kissed him, wanting to have as much contact with him as possible in the short amount of time he was with him. After a while longer they got up to leave. Gerard led Frank outside and they walked down the street into the city. They spent the rest of the day hanging around record shops and bookshops, listening to music and picking up random books and reading snippets to each other, not particularly doing much but just being happy to be around each other. They were walking when Frank spotted a music shop with all sorts of instruments displayed in the window. He squealed in delight and pulled Gerard inside. He was right at home at once. Gerard guessed Frank spent a lot of time in here before and he realised he was right when Frank quickly took up a conversation with a long haired tattooed man at the counter.

Gerard left Frank to talk to his friends and wandered over to the guitars, looking at a bass that looked similar to Mikey’s. Frank joined him a few minutes later and unhooked a guitar from its place up on the wall. Gerard looked at him alarmed, waiting for someone to come over and throw them out. When no one came, Gerard looked at his boyfriend quizzically. “You’re allowed to play them?” Frank nodded and jerked his thumb over to sign in the corner of the shop, telling customers they were allowed to play the instruments but to put them back afterwards. “It’s probably cause they know the type of people that play actually care about their instruments and wouldn’t damage them, you know?” He said, flopping down onto a nearby chair and tuning the guitar. Gerard slid down into his own chair and just watched Frank’s fingers. He obviously hadn’t played for a while but he was by no means rusty. He was in his element and Gerard saw he was a natural. Gerard watched in awe as Frank made up little riffs and played snippets of his favourite songs, concentration etched across his face. Gerard had to admit it was sexy. “You’re incredible,” he murmured and immediately blushed, not meaning for Frank to hear that. Frank just continued strumming but laughed, shaking his head. “I love you too.”

It was past five when they eventually left the shop. Time had flew when they were in there as Frank had been happy to play on the guitars and Gerard had been mesmerised watching him. “Where to now?” asked Frank as he laced his hands in Gerard’s and looked up at him. “Well, there’s a park nearby. We could be really lame and go watch the sunset?” Offered Gerard. Frank laughed. “I’d like that. They got to the park quickly and sat by the river. They lay on the grass, Frank lying on Gerard’s chest as they watched the swans swim in the nearby river and listened to the sounds of some children playing football nearby. As Frank ran his fingers through the grass it reminded him of the many times he and Gerard had sat in the hospital garden together, confined to a tiny space and surrounded by other people, constantly being watched. Now as he looked around him and saw the wide expanse of grass with no one else around he was overwhelmed with a huge sense of gratitude to Gerard for getting him out of the prison he had been forced to call home for a few months. He leaned closer to Gerard who stroked his hair and smiled down at him. They sat in a comfortable silence until Frank broke it. “Today has been perfect,” he commented, sighing contentedly. “Oh really? So you had fun?” Gerard asked. “I really did,” confirmed Frank.

After the sun set and the park started to get dark, they got up and made their way back to Gerard’s car. They drove home, cranking the stereo volume as loud as it would go and singing along to Gerard’s Nirvana CDs. They got back to Gerard’s apartment building and Gerard parked the car. They slid out and walked inside, swinging their hands that were clasped together all the way inside. They trudged up the stairs, tired after their long day. Gerard unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside, throwing his keys on the kitchen counter and switching the lights on. Frank stepped in after him and looked around in awe. “This place is so cool,” he muttered, mostly to himself. The front door opened into the living room which consisted of two large sofas positioned around a tv with movies piled up by the sides and a coffee table in the middle with unfinished drawings and pencils scattered on it. One of the walls was lined with bookshelves, books messily pushed in at every angle, whilst a large window covered the rest of the walls giving a great view of the city, especially as the apartment was so high up. The rest of the room was made up of the kitchen, the breakfast bar being the only thing separating it from the living room. The surfaces were modern and organised, except for the dozen dirty coffee mugs littered around the coffee machine. Frank laughed and shook his head fondly at Gerard’s habit.

The rest of the rooms were down a hallway leading from the kitchen. Gerard saw Frank looking. “You can go explore if you want,” he told him. “I’ll order us a pizza.” Frank nodded and did exactly that, eager to see the rest of the flat. He found a tidy bathroom, a guest bedroom, and an office with a desk and a computer inside as well as a filing cabinet. Scattered across the desk were more drawings, as well as more official looking folders and notes which Frank assumed were to do with Gerard's job. Frank was about to turn away when a paper caught his eye. He noticed his name and read the small paragraph dated a few days ago. The note was scribbled quickly and simply said “Responding well recently. Big change in mood. Progress being made.” Frank felt the familiar guilt rise up inside himself, knowing it was all lies and turned away.

The last door was the only room left and was what Frank assumed to be Gerard’s bedroom. Frank pushed the door open. He was right. He made his way into the room and quickly drunk in his surroundings. The room was painted a creamy colour and a double bed took up most of the room. It was pretty tidy and Frank assumed it was like this as just until recently it had been an engaged couple’s room, and not it was just Gerard’s. Despite the simplicity of the room, there were also touches of Gerard in it. Piles of science fiction novels covered the beside tables and action figures littered the windowsills. A few movie and band posters also hung on the walls. Frank was admiring a certain poster when he felt someone’s breath on his neck and squeeze his hips. Frank turned around to face Gerard who pulled him closer to him. “I hoped you’d come in here,” murmured Gerard huskily, biting his lip, his eyes half closed in lust. This had been Frank’s plan all along but of course he didn’t say that. Instead he took Gerard silently by the wrist and led him to the bed, sinking down onto it and winked, and biting his own lip suggestively. “Come here baby,” he said, practically growling. Gerard was only too happy to comply.

Gerard practically crawled on top of Frank and crashed their lips together, kissing him passionately and growled like an animal wanting Frank right this second. He kissed and sucked his way down Frank’s neck, creating hickeys that would bruise in the morning. He quickly found Frank's sweet spot, causing him to moan obscenely loud. Gerard chuckled and put his hand on Frank’s crotch and began palming him through his jeans. Frank bucked his hips into Gerard’s hold and fumbled with his shirt, their lips still attached. Gerard pulled away, causing Frank to whimper, but he only pulled his shirt off as well as Frank’s before he reattached their lips immediately. He fumbled with the belt on Frank’s jeans which kept the jeans on his skinny frame and slid them off, leaving Frank naked save for his underwear. Gerard slipped his own jeans off and grinded against Frank, their erections touching. Gerard squeezed Frank’s bulge causing him to groan. Soon each of their boxers were wet with pre cum and they were both panting heavily. Frank was desperate for a release. “Fuck me,” he whispered to Gerard, moaning even louder as Gerard squeezed his harder. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you,” teased Gerard. “Jesus Christ Gerard, I said fuck me. Now.” Gerard laughed. “Well, if you insist.”

He slipped away from Frank’s sweaty embrace and reached over to his bedside drawer, reaching in to retrieve some lube and condoms. Frank raised an eyebrow. “Prepared aren’t we?” Gerard blushed. “Well I, you know, I didn’t know if you’d want to but I thought just in case-“ Frank shrugged and cut him off. “Whatever. I do want to. Come back here," he begged. Gerard crawled back over to Frank and kissed him passionately before moving off his lap. “Okay, get on your knees,” he said, motioning to Frank. Frank looked a bit unsure but did what he said. Gerard stuck his fingers in front of Frank’s face. “Okay, now suck these.” Frank did what Gerard asked without question, his saliva dripping over Gerard’s fingers and making them wet. It was all Gerard could do not to suppress a moan as Frank's tongue scraped against his fingers. This was his first attempt at gay sex and he knew it would be Frank’s too; hell Frank was a virgin in any aspect. He was just going with what he had heard was done and hoped he was doing it right. Gerard took his fingers out of Frank’s mouth, the noise causing a loud popping noise. He then ripped open the condom packet and slipped it over his pulsing erection. “Okay, you ready?” He asked. Frank turned around to face Gerard and nodded. Without another word Gerard pushed one of his fingers inside Frank, causing him to grip the sheets with his fists. Gerard left his finger for a moment or so before starting to move it about. Frank moaned, unable to stop himself from pushing his ass against Gerard's fingers so they would go further inside him. After another minute Gerard pushed in another finger and began scissoring them, causing a gasp from Frank. Frank began to moan even louder and it turned on Gerard more than he ever thought possible. He began absentmindedly stroking himself whilst looking at Frank’s face which was contorted in both pain and pleasure. He moaned particularly loud causing Frank to look back at him. “Hey, don’t start without me,” Frank complained, playfully indignant. Gerard laughed and removed his fingers from Frank’s ass with a pop.

Gerard reached for the lube and put a generous amount of his dick before lining it up with Frank’s ass. “Okay, you ready?” Frank nodded. Gerard grabbed Frank’s hips for leverage and slowly pushed inside him. Frank gasped, surprised at how thick Gerard was. He felt like he was being filled up and although he didn't realise it would feel this way, he also enjoyed the feeling despite the pain. Gerard gave Frank a minute to adjust before he began thrusting into him. He quickly found his prostate and Frank’s moans filled the air. Gerard couldn’t believe how sexy he sounded. Hearing Frank's moans of enjoyment, Gerard became more confident and picked up his pace, ramming into Frank harder and faster. Gerard moved his hand down and stroked Frank, knowing he was about to cum at any second. "I'm gonna cum," he warned Frank. "Hmm yeah, cum for me, baby," encouraged Frank, his words coming out disconnected from his pants. At Frank's raspy and lust driven voice, Gerard felt the familiar knot inside his stomach and with a huge moan, felt himself releasing inside Frank. Gerard’s moans of pleasure tipped Frank over the edge and he slapped Gerard’s hand away and pumped himself quickly before he came into his hand seconds later shouting Gerard's name. Gerard let each of them ride out their orgasms before he pulled out of Frank. He slipped off the dirty condom and threw it to the floor before they collapsed onto the bed. Gerard slipped his arm protectively around Frank's waist. They kissed messily, their bodies sweaty and more sensitive than ever, desperate to be as close as possible to one another. It had been their first time as a couple; hopefully the first of many and Gerard was extremely satisfied with how it had gone. It was the best sex he'd had in a long time and now more importantly, he felt closer the Frank than ever.

They were both exhausted and felt themselves slipping unconscious, their bodies moulded together when the noise of the doorbell ringing roused them. Gerard remembered the pizza he had ordered for them and groaned, hating to pull himself away from Frank’s embrace. Frank clearly hated it too as he didn’t move but opened one eye and groaned indignantly at Gerard. Gerard laughed fondly, slipped on some boxers and went to answer the door. He ignored the delivery guys shocked expression and raised eyebrow, and paid him, winking at him before slamming the door in his face. Frank had clearly gotten tired of waiting for his boyfriend as Gerard heard the pad of his feet behind him and then felt his arms wrap around him and rest his head on his back. Gerard turned around to face his boyfriend who was now also only dressed in boxers and led him to the couch. Gerard slid in some random horror movie and pulled Frank onto his lap. They sat in the darkness eating pizza with the warm box resting on Frank’s bare stomach and half watched the movie, sneaking kisses the whole time. However, they barely got half way through the movie before slipping off the couch and going back to the bedroom for round two.

Notes

Um ok, yeah *blushes*

My friends and I actually went to a music shop last weekend and they played their guitars and sang which is why I wrote that in. It was all really cute, aw.

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