I sat at the kitchen table, my head in my hands as I contemplated skipping school. I was tired and sore and just wanted to sleep. I knew I'd never get away with it though. James would make me go and Gerard would probably want to be left alone. I sighed as I swirled my spoon through my coffee, breathing in the scent. Footsteps in the doorway caused my head to dart up. "What're you doing up?" I asked as Gerard sat opposite me.
"Couldn't sleep. Didn't want to miss another day at school." He muttered in reply.
"But you won't recover." I stated.
"Don't wanna be left to stew in my thoughts." Gerard added.
"You regret it." I whispered, my eyes on the table in front of me. "You regret choosing me."
"No!" Gerard shouted. "I do not regret choosing you and I never will. I love you Frank and I'll choose you any day. I will always choose you because you've helped me more than you can ever imagine." He explained, his hands either side of my face. "I will never regret it Frankie. Never."

I leant forwards and pressed my lips to Gerard's, tangling my hands in his hair as I pulled myself closer to him. "You'll get sick." He whispered.
"Don't care." I muttered as I nipped his bottom lip.
"I want to fuck you right now." Gerard moaned, his hands on my ass. I kissed him again before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the stairs. I kicked the door closed with my foot as I leant up to kiss Gerard again. He slid his hands down my side, hooking his fingers under my thighs and pulling me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I tangled my fingers in Gerard's hair as he led me towards the bed, lowering me gently as he trailed kisses down my chest.

I kicked my boxers off as Gerard reached them, his teeth grazing my hip before he took me in his mouth. I groaned, straining against Gerard's restraining hands. He swirled his tongue round the tip before pulling me back into his mouth, my hands tangled in his hair as he found a rhythm. Gerard kicked his boxers off as he slid back up my body, planting a kiss on my lips as he thrust into me, my back arching, my lips forming the perfect o as he hit the spot,stroking me in time with his thrusts. "Gee...." I panted, my nails digging half moons into his hips. "Gee, baby!" I moaned, leaning up and pressing my lips to his, my tongue brushing his teeth as I came over our stomachs. Gerard came shortly after, his lips attached to my neck, sucking softly on the flesh. He pulled out and lay next to me, his breathing heavy, his eyes drifting closed. "Don't sleep." I whispered.
"I'm not." He muttered as he rolled over and licked the cum from my stomach, one of his hands reaching for mine.

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"Glad you could join us." Mr Belzicky chuckled as me and Gerard made our way to the back of the classroom, or fingers tangled together. Gerard dropped into his seat and closed his eyes, his headphones in his ears, his arms crossed under his chin on the desk. I followed suit, my face turned towards Gerard as he dozed. My hand crossed the gap between us, resting on his thigh. There was no reaction so I slid it higher, stopping millimeters from his crotch. Gerard opened one of his eyes and raised his eye brow, smirking as he grabbed hold of my hand. He slid it higher up his leg until my fingers were brushing his crotch, his body reacting almost instantly. 'Do it' he mouthed as I fiddled with his zipper, my fingers teasing his dick. I shook my head and tangled our fingers together, Gerard pulling them to his lips and pressing them softly to the back of my hand.

"Boys!" Yelled Mr Belzicky. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Holding hands." Replied Gerard as he lifted our hands for him to see.
"But you're both boys." He replied.
"Does it matter?" I snapped.
"Yes, it's wrong. Two boys should not be in a relationship, it's against human nature."
"So what?" Gerard snapped at the same time I spoke.
"So? We're still human goddamnit. Whatever happens in our minds that makes us love each other doesn't stop us being human. We just happen to love someone of the same sex."
"It's abnormal. It's a mutation. It's not proper." Mr Belzicky snapped.
"It's a mutation that makes us more open to accepting difference. You don't like it? Well stuff you because I love him and it's not gonna change, no matter how many stuck up idiots tell us it isn't normal." I stated, my eyes one Gerard. "If you can't accept that, then I don't want to be in your homeroom."

A round of applause filled the room as I took a deep breath and shifted my desk closer to Gerard's, laying my head on his shoulder and pressing my lips to his neck. "Well done for defending yourself, but it still isn't natural so, apologize for speaking to a teacher like that or leave." Mr Belzicky ordered.
"No." Gerard snapped. "You apologize for treating us differently because we're gay. You know we can get you done for that? Discrimination against pupils. Yup, I think I might do that if you don't change your goddamn tone." Mr Belzicky sighed and turned towards the board, ignoring our presence as he wrote down some details. "I love you." He muttered to me, pressing his lips to mine.
"I love you too." I muttered as I swiped my tongue against his bottom lip, deepening the kiss. A kid cleared his throat from a desk to the left of me causing me to break away from Gerard, my cheeks on fire.

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I grabbed my gym bag from my locker and scanned the room, looking for somewhere to get changed. I sighed when I saw the only open spot, right on the other side of the room. When I got there, I pulled my shirt over my head, flexing my back muscles as I got cramp. "Ohhh, it's the fag." Someone said from next to me. I sighed as I tugged on my gym shirt. "You're dating the Way kid aren't you?" The guy asked, his hand on the back of my neck. "What fun I'm going to have with you. I beat his brother, now his boyfriend." The person laughed as they dragged me towards the bathroom, throwing me to the floor. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson!" He yelled as he kicked me in the stomach, my breath rushing out of me in one breathe. "You're gonna regret ever existing!" I flinched as he pulled me up by my collar and slammed his knee into my stomach, letting my face collide with the sink as he dropped me to the floor. He turned slightly when someone called 'Tom', shrugging before turning back to me and punching me in the back. "He's mine! I'm gonna have some fun with this one!"
"What the fuck have I done to you?" I snapped, spitting blood from my mouth as I spoke.
"You took him away!" Tom yelled as his foot connected with my ribs. "You took him away from me!"

Tom grabbed me by the throat and held me against the wall, his knuckles white as he glared at me. "I'm going to make you pay you faggot!" He spat as he kneed me in the groin, dropping me to the floor as he reached in his pocket. "I'm going to carve my name into your skin so you never forget." He laughed manically as he placed a key between his fingers, the sharp edge protruding out between his knuckles.
"Don't. Please don't." I pleaded as I realized what he was going to do. "Please, I'll do whatever you want, just stop hurting me." Tom laughed as he punched me, my skin resisting the key, an animalistic scream leaving my lips as it broke the skin and sunk into my flesh.
"Not happening Iero." He laughed as he twisted the key, my screams echoing around the bathroom. "I swear to god I will kill you!" He yelled as he pulled the key free. "You deserve to fucking die." He sneered as he raised his leg, letting his heel connect with my face before he sauntered off, leaving me lying in a pool of my own blood, my vision swimming.


"You have to keep fighting." A voice said, their hand brushing my hair from my face. "You can't leave Gerard."
"I can't..." I whispered, pulling my knees up to my chest.
"Frank, promise me you'll keep fighting. I didn't die for you to give up, not like this."
"Alex?" I asked. "I thought you had to go?"
"You need me Frankie. You need me to tel you to keep fighting, to keep that heart of yours beating until someone finds you. Gerard needs you and if you leave him, he won't make it. You have to make it Frank." Alex explained.

He brushed his hands over my exposed skin, his eyes darkening as he saw the cuts and bruises littering my flesh. "I swear Frankie, they won't get away with this." Alex muttered, his head darting up. "They're coming Frankie, you're going to be okay."
"Don't go." I whispered, reaching out with my free hand, a tear rolling down my cheek as he disappeared.

"Frank?" A voice asked. "Oh my god Frank, what did they do to you?"
"Mikey?" I whispered.
"Yeah, it's me Frank. Keep fighting okay? Gerard's on his way. He'll make sure you're okay. I promise."
"I'm sorry." I muttered as I coughed, choking on the blood that was filling my mouth.
"For what?" Mikey asked, confusion evident in his voice.
"For this." I muttered as my breathing became slower and my eyes drifted closed.

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I opened my eyes, groaning as the white lights filled every corner of my mind. The doctors sat me up, ignoring the groans of pain as they inspected my back for any serious injuries. When they had finished, they lay me down again, looking me in the face as they wrote things on the chart. "Right Mr Iero, we've stitched you up and it all looks to be fine but we have to warn you of a couple of things. Number one, don't get the stitched wet for a couple of days. It'll help you to heal. Number two, take these pain killers and it won't hurt that much. And number three, refrain from vigorous activities, and yes, that includes sex." I sighed and averted my eyes. The doctor chuckled before giving James the prescription and leaving the room.
"He means it Frank, no sex or you'll pull the stitches." James muttered, looking straight at me.

James helped me to my feet and led me from the room, motioning to Gerard as he supported my weight. "Get Frank to the car, I have some papers to sign." He ordered as he handed over the keys.
"The doctors said no sex." I whined, looking at the knowing look on Gerard's face as he wrapped his arm around my waist, supporting my weight as he led me down the corridor.
"I know. They told me I had to refuse if you asked." He explained, his lips against my forehead. "I still love you though."
"I love you too." I whispered as I pressed my lips to his, wincing as I pulled the stitches.

Notes

soooo... thank you to everyone last night who tried to help me. I still feel like shit but it makes me smile knowing that someone cares.