You're So Dark

“Just… hell, kids, don’t die during these three weeks, please, and don’t get yourself in jail. ‘Kay?” Frank waves at them all exactly as the bell rings. “Now get out of my classroom.”

They all cheer and get all giddy because, fuck, it’s Mr. Iero after all. Lindsey passes by the door, shooting Gerard an almost scared, sideways glance as she drags Hayley and her apologetic face out of the classroom and into the hallway.
Gerard sighs and runs a hand through his hair, closing his eyes. He doesn’t even notice the click of the lock and a pair of feet creeping up from behind him, until a familiar pair of arms envelops his waist.

“Almost a month without being called ‘Mr. Iero’ and having to shave,” Frank breathes into his shoulder, “I’m already enjoying myself.”

And that’s what has answered Gerard’s prayers. Christmas. Fucking. Break.
Three weeks without school, three weeks with Frank and Frank only. Well, okay, he’s aware he’ll never get out of Brendon’s whines how ‘he should stop having so much sex and come hang with his bros sometimes’ even though he knows Gerard isn’t having sex. And only Mikey is his brother there. But whatever. They’re his idiots anyway.

“Am I a part of your vacation plans, too, or you’ll just bail on me and make me spend winter break drawing Robin and watching reruns of Batman: The Animated Series on TV?” Gerard leans into his hug and relaxes, already feeling the tension and pressure school’s been loading on his back vanishing.

“You are my vacation plans, baby,” Frank smirks and kisses Gerard’s cheek as he’s snorting.

“Smooth fuck,” Gerard rolls his eyes, but spins around and kisses him anyway.

Motherfucking yeah. This break will be nothing but awesome.

*

"Hey, mom, I’m going to go sleepover at Brendon’s, his folks are out of town this weekend," Gerard lies while slumping his backpack over his shoulder.

“Okay, honey, have fun and don’t forget to call me when you get there,” she smiles, holding her position on the couch.

“‘Kay, bye,” he waves and grabs his hoodie off the rack before closing the front door. He feels really weird; he’s never lied to his mom about these things before. Well, he’s obviously never dated a teacher before, either, so it’s kind of okay. He dials Bren’s number before settling on his bike.

“What’s up, Gee?” He answers after the third ring.

“Hey, man, I need a favor,” Gerard’s voice gets a bit smaller. “I’m going to stay over at Frank’s tonight. And I told my mom I’d be at yours. Can you cover for me?”

Brendon laughs. “Sure thing, dude. Have fun.” Gerard can literally hear him waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“You’re literally the best friend ever, Bren, I love you so much, and I swear I’m going to make it up to you.” Gerard sighs in relief.

“No sweat, that’s what friends are for. I expect a full-on report, though,” Bren says and then there is a sound of the phone being snatched away from his hand.

“Don’t forget to wear condoms!” Ryan’s voice says. Gerard can faintly hear Brendon’s grunt of ‘he’s totally a bottom, Ry’ but he brushes it off before embarrassing pictures start flooding over his head.

He rolls his eyes and laughs. “Hi to you too, Ry.”

“Whatever, tell Mikes to come here, we’re all at Brendon’s.”

“You could’ve invited me, too!” Gerard whines.

“Aren’t you visiting your boyfriend?” Gerard can literally feel Ryan’s famous devious grin through the phone.

“Well, you didn’t know that before. Anyway, it’s no big deal; I’ve got more important shit to do. I’ll tell Mikes, I’ve got to run now.”

“Yeah, important shit, like your boyfriend.” And yet again, another growl of ‘Gerard isn’t a fucking top, didn’t you realize how idiotically submissive he gets around Frank' is let out. “Shut up, Brendon. Sure thing, bro, bye now,” and Ryan hangs up.

Gerard sighs and plops down onto the seat of his bike, zipping up his hoodie and texting Mikey like he said he would. He adjusts his backpack and rolls his eyes when he hears the thumping of the front door.

“Give me a ride to Bren’s?” Mikey pleads.

Gerard sighs, groans and glares at Mikey before he gestures him to hop on the bike behind him. “The things I do for brotherhood.”

“I cover your ass whenever you’re sneaking out to go to Frank’s place, so shut up and cycle.” Mikey hugs Gerard’s waist for balance and Gerard hits the pedals, cycling the short distance to Bren’s place. He drops Mikey off next to the fence and waves while cycling back to the main road and the few blocks it takes to reach Frank’s building. He parks the precious vehicle outside the weathered building and enters. He climbs the few floors it takes to get to Frank’s apartment. He texts his mom and tells her he’s arrived at Brendon’s, but she doesn’t reply.

He knocks and soon after a few muffled shouts the door opens and Ray’s fro is staring at Gerard. That’s like three milliseconds before Gerard is pulled into a giant bear hug.

“Here comes the bride!” Ray coos and Gerard rolls his eyes, choking.

“Hi to you too Ray,” he smirks and climbs out of Ray’s hug.

“Romeo is in his room, he’s really into some book of his and he made me open the door, even though I knew it was you.”

“He probably did, too,” Gerard snickers. “But it’s fine, I’m going to go jumpscare him.”

“Good luck with that,” Ray laughs.

Gerard walks down the hallway and lightly knocks on Frank’s door. He opens them slowly.

“Ray, I told you I’d get the dishes done when I finish this chapter-” Frank looks up and sees Gerard grinning at the door. “Hey, you.”

He is lying on his bed, dressed in checkered pajama bottoms and a Bad Brains t-shirt, a pillow tucked behind his head and a book in his hands. Gerard giggles and puts his backpack at the foot of the bed, just to crawl beside him. He kisses his cheek and manages to place his head on Frank’s chest, one of Frank’s arms wrapped loosely around his neck.
He sighs and just breathes in the scent of comfort, relaxing immediately.

“I told my mom I’d be spending the night at Brendon’s,” he says eventually.

“Oh? Did you tell Brendon?”

“Of course I did. And even if I didn’t, I’m sure he’d cover for my ass anyway.”
Frank nods again, slightly smiling as if he’s trying to show Gerard how much he trusts him. It’s a really big deal, especially with so many people in the know, and he’s really glad Gerard has loyal people around him. He just sometimes gets the idea off of Gerard like he thinks Frank doesn’t trust him enough- and that’s really not true.
His eyes dart off towards his book before Gerard snatches it away and throws it to the foot of the bed.

“No!” Frank’s eyes gleam in feigned despair and Gerard just rolls his.
He reaches down to get his book back but Gerard stops him by grabbing his wrist and tugging him back so he’s on top of him.

“But Carmilla!” Frank cries.

“Um, the name’s Gerard,” Gerard sighs and Frank laughs. “But you can call me Carmilla if you want.”
“That’s the book I’m reading, dumbass.” Frank smirks at him.

“Whatever, shut up,” Gerard grins and lowers his head to kiss him. Frank kisses back, wrapping his arms around the younger boy’s waist and flipping them over so he is on top.

“I’m going to hell, Gerard,” Frank says when he moves away. “You’re sending me to jail first, then to hell.”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you in hell, then?” Gerard smirks and reconnects their lips.

“Oh my, sharing eternity in the 2nd circle of hell with you? Cannot say I’m not intrigued with the idea,” Frank smiles and Gerard rolls his eyes.

“Oh my, my, is someone confessing their lust?” Gerard smirks.

“I can see you’ve done your homework,” Frank chuckles. “But yes, I most definitely am.”

“Well, I can say I wouldn’t lie if I confessed the same. And I would lie if I said the scene of you being blown around in a storm naked wouldn’t be a pretty scene to watch.”

Frank quirks an eyebrow. “I think you’ll be swimming in guts before you get to be blown around with me.”

“I’m so not a flatterer.” Gerard glares at him and Frank laughs. It’s nice when someone gets your references, especially if they’re totally dorky ones and that someone is hot as frick.

“Are you even real?” He asks Gerard before kissing along his jaw line.

“Absolutely and utterly,” Gerard smiles.

“You have no idea how glad that makes me,” Frank kisses him again and Gerard just melts at the spot.

They spend the evening just doing random stuff, talking, kissing and discussing stupidities when Gerard realizes he’s dead tired. He remembers that he woke up at like 4 this morning so he mentally facepalmes himself.

“I want to go to sleep,” he yawns at around eleven.

“Sleep, then. And pass me my Carmilla,” Frank says. Gerard rolls his eyes.

“I want to sleep, like, hugging and like all that sappy shit?” He muses sadly.

“I can multitask,” Frank says with a hopeful smirk. Gerard sighs and hands the book over to him, who kisses his cheek as a thank you. Gerard leaves the room to go brush his teeth in the bathroom, and changes into his old sweatpants while he’s there. When he’s done, he walks over to the living room to wish Ray good night.

“G’ night, Ray,” he wakes him up from his TV trance.

“Oh, night, Gee,” Ray grins as Gerard smiles before retreating back into Frank’s room.
He closes the door and lies beside Frank on the bed, under the covers and not even bothering to hug him or whatever. He is pouting, but Frank doesn’t seem to be having it.

“Oh, come here, you hug slut,” Frank says with a playful grin.

“No. You want to read the book and you don’t want to hug me,” Gerard sulks and shuffles further away from him.

Frank whines, “Oh, baby, come on. You know I always want to hug you.”

“You do?” Gerard turns his head around awkwardly to face him.

“Of course I do,” is said and Gerard doesn’t have to be told twice. He grins happily and scoots closer, placing his head on Frank’s chest. Frank put one arm over his upper back and kisses the corner of Gerard’s mouth softly while he is closing his eyes slowly. The book is in Frank’s other hand, though he is already getting tired, too.

About an hour later, he can barely keep his eyes open so he closes the book and settles it on the end table. He carefully removes Gerard’s head from his chest and climbs out of bed, tiptoeing through the hallway and into the bathroom. He brushes his teeth and goes into the kitchen to get some water. He hears something from behind him and he is already prepared to scream before he realizes it is only Ray.

“Hello there, Romeo,” Ray nudges him.

Frank rolls his eyes and drinks the rest of his glass. “I hate you,” he sighs.
“Nah, you don’t.” Ray smirks.

“Unfortunately, that’s true,” Frank sighs and put his glass down. Ray smiles and Frank heads back.

“Night, Ray,” he waves. Ray waves back and Frank is in his room seconds later. He climbs into the bed carefully and turns the lamp off, seeing Gerard has switched his position. He is lying with his back turned to Frank, so he shifts a bit upwards and hugs him from behind. Gerard wakes up to that, just to turn his head around and peck Frank’s lips chastely.

“Night baby, I love you,” Frank whispers in Gerard’s ear, who just nods weakly and mumbles an ‘I love you too’ and drifts back into sleep.

Frank kisses the top of his head when he is sure Gerard is sound asleep, then sighs heavily, buries his face in his neck and closes his eyes.

*

“Good morning!” Gerard hears a loud thump of the door and he opens his eyes quickly. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, Iero, didn’t know you had company,” The unfamiliar blonde says. Well, he is unfamiliar to Gerard.

“I sometimes hate you so much, Bob,” Frank groans.

“Bob Bryar, nice to meet you.”

“Gerard. Gerard Way,” Gerard says insecurely in his morning voice.

Bob’s eyes go wide. “You’re kidding!”

“Why would I be kidding?” Gerard furrows his brow and looks over at Frank who is blushing like a maniac.

“You’re, like, all Frankie’s been talking about for around four months now,” Bob sounds dead serious, and Frank is red as beet root. Gerard is sure he is, too.

“I think I better go now, see you at breakfast!” Bob closes the door.

Gerard quirks an eyebrow at Frank who just smiles awkwardly. “’Morning,” he closes his eyes again, not like he is going to sleep, more like he is going to lie there for another two minutes because he feels like he’s in heaven.

“Morning,” Frank slings his arm over Gerard’s waist, snuggling him closer before kissing his cheek.

“I’m really more into this kind of thing right now,” Gerard turns around and captures his lips, way more passionately than he’s expected, but he really isn’t complaining. “Now I’m content.” Gerard smiles when he moves away.

“Wouldn’t want to make you anything other than content, my dear,” Frank coos and Gerard giggles, pecking his lips again.

“Well, at least we know what your priorities are,” he smiles.

“Do we really have to get out of bed?” Frank whines, still captured in that hug from earlier, way too comfy to go and muffle with those chickens that were probably plotting something in the living room.

“Yeah,” Gerard sighs. He is the first one to get up and sprint into the bathroom. He knows the place all-too-well to freely feel like home, so he goes into the kitchen to grab some coffee, too. He walks into the living room, Ray and Bob sitting on the couch and discussing something.

“’Morning,” Ray grins and Gerard rolls his eyes again. “Where’s Romeo?” Just as he says those words, Gerard feels something moving behind him and soon a pair of strong, tattooed arms is wrapped around his waist and Gerard smiles.

“PDA,” Bob hisses and Ray rolls his eyes at him. He’s probably used to it by now [Frank and Gerard made sure to scar his innocent little mind as much as they could]. Gerard smirks and takes another sip of his coffee, leaning into the hug from behind he’s been treated with. “No, seriously, how did you even get together? Frank would never tell.”

“It’s not that big of a story, really,” Gerard smiles, feeling way more confident around Bob now that he’s realized the guy is pretty cool. “Let’s just say Frank is really afraid of spiders and I just happen to be a great spider-exterminator.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, you ran away and waited around for two days thinking I hated you or something,” Frank rolls his eyes and moves away to go and grab coffee.

“And then you were like ‘here, have a bagel’,” Gerard makes a face and Bob cracks up, earning a pillow in the head from Frank when he gets back and in the armchair, while Gerard sits on its armrest.

“Anyway, not much of a story,” Frank grins and Gerard rolls his eyes.

“He was such a pain in the ass when he was ranting about you,” Bob says, making Ray all cringy.

“Yeah, he was so fucking blue all the time. He’d come home from work and just go around the apartment sighing and rereading your poems like he was in some grave pain or something. And then we’d have our drinking nights and he’d end up talking to bottles of Jack Daniels and calling them his best friends,” Ray adds and Frank is literally hoping he can glare people to death. Gerard’s been chuckling since they started talking about that which is totally making it worse because they are making fun of his misery and he isn’t fond of that because, you know, life.

“Stop laughing at me, dork,” Frank elbows Gerard lightly and he snorts.

“That’s adorable, shut up!” Gerard is all overjoyed even though he is probably kind of retarded, too [A/N: Nev I know you love me and my Green Day references]. He is all like ‘omg Frank liked me so much even though I had no idea omg omg fangirl fangirl’ and he’s just grinning like an idiot.

“It’s so not!” Frank glares at him, which only makes Gerard laugh more and grab his hand affectionately.

“Shut the fuck up,” he rolls his eyes and kisses his cheek.

*

It’s funny how kissing takes so little effort and it’s actually the best thing ever because it’s like caressing your mouth with somebody else’s and shit.
Being in a weird position sometimes benefits that, too, [don’t ask how, it just does] even though that’s totally irrelevant for the whole thing because, like, dude, you have someone’s mouth against yours. For instance, Frank doesn’t even care about Gerard being heavy down on his hips and he has no idea how hard he’s been actually groping the locks of his hair but Gerard doesn’t really seem to mind.

Frank moves away for a second to catch breath. “Shit, I’ve been meaning to ask for a long time, but I forgot. Where have you learned to do that?” He pants.

“What?” Gerard smirks and crosses his fingers over Frank’s sides.

“The thing with the lower lip oh god,” Frank is totally losing his shit.

“Oh, you mean this?” Gerard kisses him again, hard and heated as he flicks his lower lip between his teeth and grazes on the inner side with his tongue. “Nature’s gift, or something, I guess.”

“I hate you,” Frank glares at him when he moves away, almost whimpering. Then he remembers something. “I forgot about something else, though.”

“What?” Gerard playfully smiles as Frank is getting off the bed and muffling through his end table drawer. He digs out a sharpie and bites his lip, looking at Gerard.

“Remember the paper I found on the floor ages ago? The one that said you wanted ‘mine’ written all over you in sharpie ink in my all-italics handwriting? Well, I can’t really write it all over you, because the sharpie is weird and there isn’t enough ink inside, but I can try my best to make it known to the world that you’re mine.” Frank smirks and Gerard blushes intensely, his heart swelling because Frank remembers that thing from God knows how long ago, but nods as Frank’s approaching him. He sits beside him on the bed, copying Gerard’s kneeling position as he’s taking the cap off the marker.
“Your shirt.” Frank looks into Gerard’s eyes.

“Shit, I wasn’t exactly thinking about stripping when I wrote that… I’m not really representative,” Gerard makes a face and Frank sighs. He puts the lid of the sharpie back on and gets closer to Gerard, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Gerard.” Frank smiles. Gerard frowns deeper.

“Frank, be realistic. I’m fat and ugly, and no. Just. No. I’m not even sure why you-“

“Don’t you dare say it.” Frank looks at him again, “You should never be ashamed of yourself, especially not in front of me.” Frank lifts his hand to meet Gerard’s cheek and he caresses it slowly. “If you don’t want to do this, it’s fine. But I don’t want to think you wanted to stop because you were ashamed of how you look. The fact that you think you’re fat and ugly doesn’t make me think of you as fat and ugly. If anything, it makes me feel sad.”

Gerard looks into his eyes for a moment. Then he slowly lowers his hands on his hips and lifts the hem of his shirt.
Frank doesn’t actually care how Gerard looks underneath his shirt because he knows what Gerard looks like underneath his skin [metaphorically, of course, jesus fuck]. He doesn’t care about the slight flob of his stomach or the stretch marks peeking from underneath the hem of his jeans. To him, it feels like the whole world has stopped because he’s out of breath. Gerard is stunningly gorgeous, simply because he is his, and completely real. Not perfect, in any way, but that doesn’t make him any less beautiful than he is.

“Gerard.” Frank smiles and makes Gerard look at him by tilting his chin upwards. “I told you, you are beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Gerard smiles and leaned in to kiss him. Then he snatches the sharpie away from his fingers just to pop the lid off again and hand it back. “Okay.”

Frank nods and takes the sharpie, gently laying Gerard down on his back and carefully sitting on his hips. He straightens on the bed and looked at his torso, thinking. He decides on the collarbone and he hunches over, carefully writing on Gerard’s skin so the ink doesn’t smear. Gerard is in seventh heaven, even though he is maybe going to get skin infection of some sort because of too much sharpie ink [he likes to draw all over himself] but he’s beyond caring at this point.

“Done,” Frank mumbles and rubs Gerard’s shoulders as a confirmation of his words.

“Can I see it?”

Frank nods and points his finger in the direction of his huge mirror. Gerard stands up and walks over to it, a bit dazed when he finally sees his collarbone. There it stands, small and seemingly irrelevant, a four letter word that means everything to Gerard.

He turns around to Frank and smiles as bright as his cheeks allow, pacing back over to the bed. He sits down and looks into Frank’s eyes, then just leans in and kisses him softly, before letting Frank slide over and put his back against the wall, then pull Gerard onto his lap. Gerard turns around so his back is against Frank’s chest and Frank envelops him in a hug. He puts his head on Gerard’s shoulder and closes his eyes.

“I wonder if this is gonna’ last,” Gerard finally says.

“The ink? Nah, I think it should- you’re not talking about the ink, are you,” Frank pronounces it more as a statement than a question. “If you were someone else, I’d be like ‘sure it is’ and lie my balls out,” he admits.

“What do you mean?”

“I want it to be real. Based on the truth. Not empty lies for the sake of giving comfort. We both know you mean too much to me for me to do that.” Gerard’s heart feels warm again.

“I agree,” he sighs. “I hope we last, though.”

“Hope’s another thing,” Frank smiles. “Probably the thing that’s keeping me from going insane.”

“Yeah, I think sanity is overpriced.” Gerard sighs and Frank cracks up. “Well, it’s true. Insane people are much more free and stuff.”

“Even insane people need sane people to look after them,” Frank tightens his grip on Gerard’s naked torso. “Like their guardians, the ones that are keeping them from totally losing their shit.”

“I like to believe you’re mine,” Gerard smiles. “My guardian.”

“That sounds so cheesy,” Frank rolls his eyes, but pecks Gerard’s cheek anyway. “But I dig it.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Gerard closes his eyes.

They stand like that for approximately an hour, just enjoying each other’s company in mere silence, almost no words exchanged. Gerard’s phone buzzes at around 5.

“What’s wrong?” Frank looks at him when he furrows his brow, reading a text he’s just gotten.

“I gotta get home,” he sighs and gently unwraps Frank’s arms from around himself.

“Okay,” Frank smiles sadly and shifts on his bed so he’s now sitting with his arms around his legs. Gerard finds his t-shirt and tugs it on, before pulling Frank’s hand so he’s standing up, too.

“I don’t wanna’ go,” he closes his eyes and wraps his arms around Frank’s neck.

“I don’t want you to go, either,” Frank sighs, “but you have to listen to your mom. If she gets mad, she’ll ground you and since school’s out… shit, Gerard, I won’t get to see you.”

“Oh man,” Gerard groans at the thought. He leans in and kisses Frank firmly on the lips. “See ya tomorrow, if not earlier?”

“Yeah,” Frank smiles, “I’ll call you later.”

“It’s a deal. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Frank kisses him and then reluctantly lets go, allowing Gerard to pick his bag up and leave his room with a wave and a smile.

Frank plops down on his bed, sighing loudly. He smiles to himself, replaying the scenarios that happened during the last two days inside his mind and just generally being a lovestruck idiot.

*

“Where have you been, Gerard?” Donna looks at him as if he’s just slaughtered a dog right in front of her eyes and ate it. He knows by the look she gave him that he’s neck deep in trouble.

“At Bren’s? I’ve just left, like, fifteen minutes ago and left Brendon and Ryan alone.” He lies very badly looks at her obliviously.

“No, you haven’t. I called there three minutes ago, and who answered? No one,” she sighed. And then he sighed, too, because he knew he was caught.

“Okay, I wasn’t at Bren’s. I was at…” he knows his mother has her doubts, but he can’t say it.

“Your girlfriend’s place?”

“Not quite,” he makes a face.

“Your boyfriend’s place?”

“Yeah,” he says, deciding against mentioning that he doesn’t exactly know if Frank is his boyfriend.

“Oh, Gerard,” she shakes her head. “Don’t you see what position you’re putting me in? It’s like you’re begging to be grounded.”

“Sorry, okay? I was just scared you wouldn’t let me and we cannot really see each other anyway, and it’s just really complicated.” Gerard looks genuinely sorry, maybe because he is genuinely sorry, so Donna decides to let this one slip.

“Okay, I forgive you. Just this time, though. If I find out about you doing stuff behind my back again, you’ll be grounded for life,” she threatens. Gerard sighs in relief and shoots her a grateful smile. She takes his bag and tosses it on the floor, before pulling him into a hug.

“Please, talk to me, okay? You’re eighteen, I’m not going to treat you like a child and go all ‘super-protective mother hen’ on you.” She removes a few strands of hair from his eyes. “You know I’m only being this careful because I love you and I don’t want you to get hurt, right?”

“Yeah,” he relaxes a bit. “I know.”

“Now, would you tell me more about that boyfriend of yours? I’m sure he’s quite a catch if he managed to capture your little heart.”

Gerard giggles at that, not able to hide his obvious affection for Frank. He decides he’ll tell her more about him, because, what harm can it do? As she said, he is eighteen, he’s not a child anymore; he can handle it. It isn’t like Frank can actually go to jail for seeing him anyway. Or can he? [Gerard has no clue.]

He leads her into the living room, where he sits on the couch and she sits beside him. “Well,” he starts, “his name is Frank.”

She smiles and nods for him to proceed.
"He's... special," Gerard sighs dreamily. "The first time I kissed him- yes, believe it or not, I was the one to make the first move- was when he was having a panic attack over some spider thing I literally killed three seconds before. He's the sweetest thing in the world, really. He’s, like, really fucking smart. But not just like ‘wow this guy can solve an equation’, no, he’s like… life-smart I guess.
He's really great to my friends and Mikey, too, and he takes real good care of me," he sheepishly smiles. "He's a nerd, too. Like, y'know that sleepover at Pat's me and Mikey were at three weeks ago?"

His mom slowly nods and lifts up an eyebrow.

"Yeah... well... Mikey was there. And me… well, Frank kind of made me stay up all night and marathon MCU with him." Gerard grimaces and Donna looks at him with a 'wat' face.

"Well yeah," he furrows his brow. "I did fall asleep halfway through, though."

"Gerard Arthur Way, how many times have you lied to me to go see this boyfriend of yours?" she demands.

"Way more than you'd want to know."

"Let's not talk about that again, shall we."

"Let's."

"Anyway," the smile takes over her face once again. "I need more details, come on."

She nudges his side and he yelps, but bites his lip anyway and rakes through his brain for more information. "Well, he has this high-pitched giggle that makes me want to laugh, too. When I’m sad, he always hugs me and hums my favorite songs in my ear. He's a real sweetheart when it's me we're talking about. He's supportive and caring and really...loving." He makes a face at his choice of words. "His best friend, Ray, is always on about how he’s total Romeo when it comes to me. I- I have no idea, mom."

“I do,” she smiles softly at him, “my baby’s in love.”

“Is it that obvious?” Gerard sighs.

“Yes,” she chuckles and kisses his cheek. “The way your face lights up when you’re talking about him, it’s just priceless.”

“It is?” He smiles a bit.

“Yeah,” she says, “I’d like to meet him one day, though.”

“Yeah,” he repeats, “one day.” She smiles at him and hugs him again.

They stand like that for awhile, making jokes and plain talking about stuff, Donna finally getting her son to open up to her. It makes her feel better, Gerard has been closed off ever since she and Donald decided to get a divorce.

Gerard’s phone buzzes and he jumps in startle. He gets it out, smiling at the text he’s gotten.

“What are you grinning for?”

He doesn’t say anything; he just shows her the screen.

From: Frank
To: Gerard
Ray told me to ask you if you missed me. He told me that mostly because I’ve been dragging around bored to death for the last hour or so

“He’s cute, isn’t he?” He smiles.

“Yeah, he is,” Donna sighs.

From: Gerard
To: Frank
I always miss u when ur not here. Tell ray to mind his own business, get a gf or smthn
“That’s the cutest thing ever, God,” Donna sighs and Gerard nudges her gently.

“I don’t know. Our situation… it’s complicated, you know?” He cups his head with his hands.

“Most relationships are, honey,” she runs her hand through his hair, “but that’s only a trick to test if you’re both ready to make sacrifices for each other.”

Gerard is about to say something, but his phone’s buzzing interrupts him.

From: Frank
To: Gerard
He’s gone out now, says he can’t handle my emo anymore. It’s literally been a half an hour since you left and I’m wallowing here. I hate you

“We’ve been together since the beginning of November… but mom, I… I love him,” Gerard sighs sadly.

“Baby, that’s completely normal. I’m guessing you’ve never felt this way before him, right?” She puts her arm around his shoulders.

“No, I haven’t, and it’s so fucking scary.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Donna smiled. “I’m working the graveyard shift tonight. Why don’t you invite him over?”

Gerard’s eyes ball out. “Seriously?”

“Yes.” She grins.

“You’re the best, mom,” he hugs her tightly and grabs his phone.

From: Gerard
To: Frank
ditto. But my moms working the night shift tonight.. wanna come over?

Gerard bites his lip and waits for a reply which arrives two minutes later.

From: Frank
To: Gerard
I’ll be there at 9. <3

*
A knock on the door wakes Gerard up from his daydream and he hurries downstairs to open it. When he does, there stands Frank, smiling from ear to ear, his hair in his eyes and his hands inside his pockets. Gerard grabs his wrist and tugs him inside, closing the door behind them in haste. He immediately pulls Frank towards him and kisses him softly, no words exchanged until they’re both panting for breath.

“Mikey’s not going to be home until after midnight, so we have the house completely to ourselves for a few hours,” Gerard sheepishly bites his lip.

“Good.” Frank smiles, and then adds, “What do you wanna’ do?”

“Let’s go downstairs and figure something out,” Gerard pecks his lips and led him downstairs to the basement, opening the peeling door and pulling him inside. Frank looks around in admiration.

“I haven’t really looked at this place properly before. You’re sometimes too distracting for me to see things around myself,” Frank bites his lip and Gerard chuckles, blushing. “You’re so talented,” he adds while looking at a drawing of Audrey Hepburn on the wall.

“Nah, it’s nothing, really.”

“It is,” Frank grabs his wrist and pulls him closer. “It is, to me.”

Gerard smiles and kisses him, gently at first, but he doesn’t even register half of the things before his back is on the bad and Frank’s pressing him into the mattress, kissing him passionately. He’s a little surprised, but it’s not like this scenario doesn’t suit him, so he just tangles his fingers into Frank’s hair and lets himself completely lose his mind in the sweet dizziness.

He doesn’t know when he flipped them over, he doesn’t know when he took Frank’s shirt off and started kissing around his collarbones but he knows he isn’t planning on stopping with that kind of activities very soon. His body’s on fire wherever Frank’s fingers touch him and he believes he’s going crazy, but he doesn’t care- shit, if this is craziness, it feels fucking amazing.

“I love you,” he pants before kissing him again.

Frank gently pushes his shoulders away; and Gerard is immediately scared before he cups his cheek and smiles up at him. “I love you, too. Probably more than you can even imagine. But… are you sure about this?”

Gerard inhales a shaky breath and collapses on the bed beside him. “I think so. I just… be gentle, yeah?”

He hears the shuffling as Frank lifts up a bit, and he grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers. “I’d never do anything to hurt you, you know that right?”

Gerard smiles and touches Frank’s nose with his. “Yeah. I know.”

“Just relax,” Frank says before kissing him again, “you’re safe with me. I promise.”

Gerard curls his fingers into the hair at the back of Frank’s neck and pulls him in. “Tell me you love me again.”

Frank smiles into the kiss. “I love you,” he whispers against Gerard’s lips.

“Will you make me yours, then?” Gerard says, unexpectedly.

Frank breaks the kiss for merely a second, “Your wish is my command, madam.”

Notes

This chapter is 5,902 words & 15 word doc pages long. Even though it's shit. You're fucking welcome.

In other news, it's like 10pm and I still haven't done my Maths homework. Oh well.

IIIIII
WANNA FUCK A DOOOG IN THE AAAASS

[people who don't listen to blink-182 will probably get that very wrongly]
[oh well whacha' gonna' do]