The Untouchables

Frank shows up to Gerard’s door so disheveled that the usually bright, energetic boy is hardly recognizable. His eyeliner is streaked in heavy streams down his face, his eyes and nose are irritated and swollen, and his smile is broken.
Gerard takes him in without question, sitting him down on the couch. Frank stares at the wall as Gerard makes him a cup of tea, and Mikey watches Frank warily from across the room. As Gerard passes by with Frank’s tea in hand, Mikey whispers too loudly,
“Is Frank okay?", which results in Gerard kicking him in the shin.
Gerard passes the tea to Frank, who just grips the cup tightly, not sipping it. Gerard sighs and sits next to Frank, putting an arm around his friend. He pulls Frank closer in an attempt to comfort him, and asks,
“What happened?”
“My parents,” Frank begins, not tearing his eyes away from the wall. “They think I’m gay.”
Gerard shoos Mikey away, who reluctantly sulks up the stairs. “Do you know how they found out?”
Frank replies, “I’m pretty sure it was those douchebags.” He takes a small drink of his tea, and continues, “I’m not welcome at home, Gerard.” Another tear rolls down his face, and his voice comes out small and childlike when he begs, “Can I please stay here for a while?”
Gerard hugs him, assuring, “Yeah, whatever you need. It’s fine; you can stay in my room with me. Everything will be fine.”
Frank’s in the shower when Gerard explains the situation to his mother, who is more than willing to allow Frank to stay with them for “as long as he needs”. Gerard thanks her, and returns to his room to find Frank changing, his back turned.
Frank’s pulling on a pair of lounge pants over his pink underwear when Gerard slaps a hand over his eyes, stammering, “S-sorry!”
Frank blushes and slips on a shirt. “You can look now, Gerard.”
Gerard sits down on his bed, beginning, “Look, I’m really sorry about everything that’s happened.”
Frank takes a seat as well, and responds, “You know, I don’t really want to talk about it, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, okay. Yeah, I… I get it,” Gerard assures.
Frank lays back and closes his eyes, and Gerard takes this as his opportunity. He doesn’t want to scare Frank off, and if he fucks this up, then he’s in for some awkward few weeks sharing a room with him. Nevertheless, he dips in towards Frank, kissing his friend softly.
Frank’s eyes jolt open, but Gerard fails to notice, as his are shut. Frank is confused at first, but slowly relaxes into the kiss, closing his eyes once again.
Gerard towers over Frank, straddling the boy in a push up position. Frank loves it, especially when Gerard’s arms quiver from supporting his weight, making his hips dip into Frank’s for just a split second before Gerard corrects himself.
Gerard runs a hand along the length of Frank’s leg, tickling the inside of Frank’s thigh with his thumb. Frank shivers with anticipation, and for a moment it’s just too much.
Gerard breaks the kiss, sitting on top of Frank’s stomach. He peels off his shirt, dropping it to the floor with a mischievous smirk. Gerard bends in towards Frank’s ear, purring,
“I can give you a handjob, right?”
Frank’s hips twitch, and he nods without hesitation.
Gerard gropes Frank’s crotch, dragging his fingers gradually against the cotton. He tugs Frank’s pants down, and cups him, stroking his thumb across the front of his boxer briefs.
Gerard slips his hand smoothly inside of Frank’s underwear, and he wraps his cold fingers around the base. Frank exhales sharply, mumbling,
“Your fingers are so cold.”
Gerard withdraws, blowing on his hand. He presses it to his own forehead, telling, “It’s warmer now.” He reenters Frank’s underwear, again taking ahold of him.
Frank’s breath catches in the back of his throat as Gerard brings his thumb over the head of Frank’s cock. Gerard slips a hand underneath Frank, grabbing a handful of his ass as he continues.
Frank trembles beneath Gerard, which encourages Gerard to work faster. He slithers down Frank’s stomach, pulling down Frank’s underwear. He licks the length of Frank, and then proceeds to take it all in at once and deep throat him.
Frank tangles his fingers in Gerard’s hair, his free hand clutching Gerard’s shoulder. “G-Gerard,” he stutters. “You’re going to make me come.”
Gerard’s words are muffled as he replies, winking at Frank coyly.
“What?” Frank whimpers, tossing his head back. He grinds his hips forwards to get more from the older boy.
Gerard stops, only to answer, “I said, ‘That’s the idea.’” He smirks and returns to the blow job, seemingly satisfied with his own wit.
Frank’s comes, holding his breath so he doesn’t make any noise. Gerard rolls his eyes and swallows, questioning, “Why are you so afraid to be loud?”
“Your parents are upstairs!” Frank retorts.
“They can’t hear us!” Gerard insists. With that he clears his throat and shouts, “Fuck!”
Frank cringes and waits for Gerard’s parents to scream at them, but it just doesn’t happen. Frank gapes at Gerard, who is grinning smugly. “Told you.”
Frank lay back in bed, wiping himself off on his underwear before peeling them off. He pulls the blankets up to his ribcage, and pats the spot next to him.
Gerard smiles and crawls over, sliding beneath the covers.
Frank lay awake on his back as Gerard sleeps on his side, an arm draped over Frank protectively.
Frank gazes over at Gerard dreamily, watches his chest rise and fall with each breath, notices his mouth hanging open a tiny bit. Frank grins, grins because he knows that he can finally call Gerard his own. He pecks his boyfriend on the forehead, so softly that Gerard doesn’t even stir in his slumber. Frank tilts his neck, resting his chin atop of Gerard’s head, and providing a comfy for Gerard in the crook of his neck. Finally Frank dozes off.

Notes

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