A Frerard Fanfiction: A Murder Of Crows

Gerard slid into the pool, his hair dense around his face, stuck to the wet skin. He hugged his body, self conscious as to whether the other members of the class would comment on his "fleshy" figure, or his pale chest. Ugh, they were all fowl. A cluster of them were in the far corner of the pool, leering at one another, toned bodies sliding against the tiled floor. He couldn't lie, he thought they were all... How could he put it, without sounding pervy? They were all... Fit. He shuddered at his own thoughts, crossing his arms tightly over his chest, shedding his brain of his disgusting thoughts. Were they disgusting? It wasn't like he was dating Frank... Or was he? He was shaken from his daydream, as the sound of unruly jeering sounded around the room.
"Oi, gay boy" The only boy who wasn't toned and built under his weedy body, moved over to Frank in the corner, sneering at his sunken face, eyes on his lip ring. His cronies bunched up behind him, bouncing on the balls of their feet, trunks loose in the chlorine water.
"What?" Frank mumbed, biting his lip, his hair limp over his shifting eyes.
"What's that?" Steven, the small boy, questioned, spitting into the murky water below.
"What's what?" Frank answered, questioning Steven. He bit deep into his lip, feeling the blood rise beneath his front teeth, rich and minimal in his mouth.
"That" A boy spoke out from behind Steven, smirking, his arms broad, as he pointed at something on Frank's whitened neck. Frank's hand scrambled up to his neck shielding the red mark, sensitive on the skin. Steven grabbed Frank's hand and wrenched it down, exposing the patch of dry skin.
"Aha. Hicky" The broad boy blurted out, clapping a hand to his mouth, sniggering into it.
"No! It's... I got stung by a wasp" Frank gasped. He prayed that the teacher would come in, and shew the advancing boys away, saving him from explaining the hicky.
"Yeah right. It's the dead of winter you faggot. That's a hicky. Gerard left that. The fat prick" He spat, pushing Frank against the tiles, with one strong arm. Frank felt his teeth clamp together as he fell against the hard surface, body ridged, pain shooting through his elbow.
"N-no. You don't understand. Its none of your business" Frank moaned, through clenched teeth, as the pain seered up the left side of his body, deep and heavy.
"It's all of our business. We understand. You fucked that emo." Steven claimed, the corner of his mouth rising, a greasy grin spreading across his face. The rest of the boys nodded, gagging.
"Hey." A familiar, heart teasing voice sounded behind them, vibrating down the nape of Frank's neck, sending unknown sensations through his body.
Gerard stood behind him, bobbing in the water, his chest plush and visible above the water, his hair slicked back, tousled.
"G-gerard. What are you doing?" Frank asked, unsure, as he felt Gerard's hand snake around his waist, causing him to keep the unnessecary moans locked away in his throat.
"Showing these bastards what boy on boy love is" Gerard chortled, eyeing the shocked faces of the males before them, continueing to stroke Frank's side, kissing his neck softly. He trailed his hands down Frank's spine, moving his palms dangerously towards the shorter male's arse. Frank became alert of this, his eyes bulging, his cheeks flushed an alarming red, his hands clamping Gerard's to the side of the pool, away from his body.
"Stop" he hissed, sweating slightly, the ghost of Gerard's fingers on his waist sending uncontrollable shivers through his form.
"Why?" Gerard teased, moving his hands quickly down Frank's back, flicking the seam of his trunks threateningly.
"We have an audience of twelve straight men" Frank muttered, lowering his head in embarrasment, clasping his shorts to his legs.
"Who knows, Steven could be "Queer"" Gerard chuckled, poking his tongue in Frank's ear, discretely. Frank moaned, and then threw his hand up to his mouth, trying to disguise the fact he had been turned on for that split second, to avoid the piercing words of the bullies.
"This is disgusting" Steven snarled, spitting, again, into the water, and turning his head away from the older male, holding the smaller male tightly, stroking his hair.
"Excuse me" Gerard snapped, grabbing Steven's shoulder, letting Frank float out of his grasp. Steven spun round, his mouth puckered, his eyes narrowed.
"Wha-" He cut off, as Gerard's fist came into contact with his arched jaw, harsh and quick. Frank watched through wide eyes, the scene flicking by in slow motion, a ray of blood spurting from Steven's nose. Gerard dropped his fist quickly, breathing heavily, his forehead wrinkled in anger.
"That's what you get" He hissed, pushing himself out of the pool, and striding across the wet tiles, no longer hugging his body, but letting his arms swing around him, face still scrunched up furiously. Frank turned, startled, to see Steven surrounded by his friends, a cloud of blood frothing up around him, as he cradled his nose, whining. Oh shit, Frank thought. He couldn't stay here. He'd get the blame, plus he needed to check on Gerard. What if he'd hurt him, by pulling away like that? What if he was still angry? Frank climbed up the pool steps, sliding as quick as he could, without falling over, into the changing rooms. He found Gerard, hunched up on a bench, a towel spread across his knees, gazing to the floor.
"Gee?" Frank asked, anxious, as he too grabbed a towel and dried his fringe, concern on his face.
"Yeah?" Gerard murmered, sniffing sorrowfully into the fluffy surface of what appeared to be Frank's towel.
"Are you okay?" Frank sat down next to him, tucking his legs up under him, and leaning close to Gerard, resting his head on his shoulder, letting water trickle down his neck.
"Y-yeah" Gerard reassured Frank, patting him stiffly on the shoulder.
"You're not" Frank insisted, tutting under his breath, as he watched Gerard's eyes, glazed over, stare gaunt, into the tiles.
"I'm not, am I? I... I just couldn't stand to seem different any more. I wanted to... touch... you... to show them how normal it is, but you... pulled away, and it was obvious you thought it odd. And I couldn't stand to see the expression on Steven's face any longer." Gerard puffed, wiping a tear from his cheek, and shrugging away from Frank's comfort.
"I-I pulled away because... I don't know... It was in public, and I didn't even know we were... you know... dating" Frank ignored Gerard's answer, focusing on the accusation he was recieving. He'd deal with that later. Gerard turned to Frank, a puzzled look on his face.
"You confessed your feelings! I let you wear my hoodie!" Gerard lowered his voice "I gave you that hicky that night we kissed... accidentally"
"I just...thought you were...messing about. I was certain no one would be that drawn to me" Frank answered, shortly, covering his eyes in shame, as Gerard's stare burnt into him.
"Frank, I...love... you" Gerard whispered, breathing into Frank's ear, as he felt the younger male's head turn into him, snuffling ,embarrased.
"You... love... me?" Frank was still uncertain, feeling his heart rocket around his chest, willing this not to be a dream.
"I love you" Gerard confirmed, putting a hand under Frank's chin, and tilting it upwards towards his own. "I love you. I love you" Gerard repeated, again and again and again, until he felt Frank collapse into his lap, muttering 'thank you' mercifully. Frank lifted himself up, shaking his head apologetically.
"I'm so-" Frank was cut off, as Gerard's lips pressed into his, wet with the moisture of his tongue, soft on his own. He leaned in, pulling the towel from Frank's shoulder, and pushing him down, hands trailing across the pegs on the wall, as he postioned himself on the bench. Frank wriggled beneath him, gasping, his eyes wide open, but Gerard domiently placed his hands either side of him, pinning him down as he held Frank's hands above his head in a tight fist.
"Gera-" Frank moaned, disconnecting their mouths, and letting Gerard sit across Frank's hips, looking down on him, cheeks burning in the bright light, oblivious to the fact they were in the swimming changing rooms of school.
"Frank?" Gerard sniggered, feeling Frank beneath him, panting heavily in shock.
"I wasn't ready! Ask me next time" Frank panted, still, giggling beneath his hurried breaths, as he looked up at the beautiful boy, tangled hair strewn across his face, seated above him.
"Maybe" Gerard moaned, as he thrust his head down, locking their lips again, letting his tongue snake around Frank's bottom lip, feeling his teeth, gritting together beneath. Frank, whom still squirmed beneath him, felt Gerard's hand move down his leg, slyly rubbing his inner thigh, causing him to groan out in pleasure, turning his head away.
"You like that" Gerard gasped, tickled the bare skin exposed, as Frank writhed under him, tracing the tattoos with his tongue. Frank bucked again, his eyes turned to the wall, his mouth gaping open. He'd never been so turned on. The fact that he was still clothed, reassured Frank that he was still a virgin, even though he found himself being touched by an older male, on a bench, the cold tiles around him.
"St-stop" Frank groaned, as Gerard teased him over the edge, causing him to make noise that even the boys in the other room wouldn't fail to hear.
"Why?" Gerard stopped, looking up.
"Because we're in the school changing rooms! I don't want to rush into things" Frank snapped, pissed off by Gerard's stubborn question. He pushed his shorts back up his hips, and strode off in the direction of the angered calls of Mrs Palmer.
"Wait, Frank!" Gerard called after him, jogging clumsily across the slippery tiles, still gasping for breath. Frank spun round.
"WHAT?" He said sharply, raising his voice, hand on the wall to support his quaking legs.
"I'm sorry" Gerard whimpered, looking at his feet, shifting uncomfortably. Frank stayed silent, as he reversed, and sidled over to Gerard, placing a hand on either shoulder. He fixed the taller male in an upwards stare, pressing himself close to him.
"You have nothing to be sorry about" He whispered calmly, raising his head to meet Gerard's eye level "I...love you" Frank broke off, looking away hurriedly, hands still resting firmly on the older male's shoulders. Before he could leave, he felt Gerard pull him closer, embracing him in a tight hug, holding him gently against his chest, lips resting on the top of his head.
"I love you too"

Notes

Hope this was an okay chapter.
Maisie-Summer
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