I woke up around eleven in the morning to the shifting of Frank. I looked at him. He looked so peaceful, but at the same time he looked so troubled. I looked at one of his tattoos on his chest. It looked like it was a bomb with flowers underneath. It looked like it wasn’t finished, but it still looked pretty cool. I looked down at my leg. I stopped throbbing. I slowly got up, trying not to disturb Frank, and changed my jeans to sweatpants.

“It looks good.” I heard from behind me. I turned around and saw Frank’s eyes still closed, but he obviously awake. I looked at my tattoo. I have to admit, even though it hurt like a mother fucker even though they said it wouldn’t, it looked really bad-ass. I went back to the bed and crawled back in right next to Frank. He opened his sleepy eyes and we just gazed at each other for a while. I got hungry so I got up to go upstairs.

“Let me just check if anyone’s home and if no one is than I’ll come get you.” I said. I was gonna kiss him, but I decided not to as he closed his eyes and nuzzled himself on my pillow. I walked up my stairs and into the hall. Both Mikey’s and my mom’s door were open. I checked in my mom’s room, but she was gone, so I went into the kitchen. Mikey was sitting at the table looking down at the newspaper.

“Well Cinderella is finally up.” Mikey said, looking up at me. I rolled my eyes.

“Look who’s talking.”

“Ugh, whatever. What time did you get home last night?” he asked me.

“Around three. Why?” he just shrugged.

“Mom has to take a double shift, so she won’t be home till about midnight tonight. She also left the truck with you because she didn’t know if you had plans.”

“Cool,” I said, “What are your plans today, I’m staying home.”

“Well, if you’re staying home than I’m going to get out of here,” Mikey was such a dick, but I was okay with it this time, “I don’t want to stay home with a cranky princess all day.” I didn’t even know what that was supposed to mean but I just ignored it and kept trying to get Mikey out of the house.

“Well, the you should leave right now because if you don’t I’m going to make you spend brotherly love time with me.” I don’t know what I was doing, I was just finding reasons to get him out. And it worked. He got up from the table and grabbed his bag and went straight out the door.

“Where you going, I want to have a brother date!” I joked. I watched out the window until I couldn’t see him anymore. Then I ran down to my room to get Frank. He was sitting up this time, rubbing his eyes and stretching.

“They’re out. It’s safe.” I said and he smiled. He both went upstairs and to the kitchen. Frank sat at the table and I got out some cereal. We ate in silence and when we were finished we went to the living room and sat on the couch. We were still burnt out, so we didn’t say much, so we turned on the T.V and watched the news. When we got bored we turned it off and went out to my backyard.

“Uh, last night was so much fun! I haven’t had that much fun in a long time!” Frank said as we were slowly gaining back our energy. I blushed, unsure if he was talking about the concert, my tattoo experience, or our little experience. To be honest, I think he was trying to avoid it. I felt kind of bad.

“Yeah.” I said sitting on the back porch step. He sat next to me.

“Hey Frank?” I asked.

“Yeah Gee.” There he goes with my nickname again. He was so irresistible. Now I lost what I was going to say. He scootched in closer to me and leaned towards me. I just looked back at him, and then looked off into the forest in front of me.

“Are... Are we gonna-” I stuttered. I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to say. Instead I just leaned in closer to him and kissed him, but I quickly pulled away.

“You know, I do want to be with you if that was your question.” he smirked. God it was annoying, but in a good way. I just looked at him and he looked back. Soon we were kissing again on the back porch. My hands met his bare skin and I tingled.

“You really want to?” I asked pulling away, again. He tilted his head and grabbed my hand.

“I’ll give it a shot, as long as you don’t act like Cinderella like your brother claims.” I stood up and we both laughed.

“You heard that?!” I yelled.

“Well it’s not my fault your brother is a loud talker.” we laughed.

“But I thought you were straight?” I really did too.

“Well, things change.” He said. We went back inside and watched some more bad T.V. We talked about night and how much fun we had and we curled up with each other and just relaxed. I never felt so good. Around four in the afternoon Frank decided that he should probably go home.

“I can give you a ride.” I offered.

“No I can walk, it’s no big deal”, he said, “I can walk.” But I refused to make him walk and we got in the truck and drove down the street. I pulled up in front of his house and stopped.

“If you want to come over later, you can.” I said. He nodded. He looked different. As if he were nervous. He leaned over and kissed me, pulling my hair. He got out of the car and stood there.

“I’ll call if I can,” he said, “see you later.” He turned around and walked into his house. I sat for a minute and smiled. I couldn’t believe. Frank Iero had feelings for me. Frank Iero was gay like me. I could tell things were gonna be good for me. I drove off and went back to my house. I put the truck in the garage this time and went inside. There was a note on my door from Mikey. It said:

“Gerard, I’m staying at my girlfriends house. Don’t worry.” I wasn’t going to worry anyway, but the main question was since when did my brother have a girlfriend. I walked down and turned on my music. This time I drew a picture of both Frank and me. We were sitting on a bench looking at each other. A few hours went by and I heard the phone ringing. I expected it to be my mom.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Please come pick me up.” I heard. It was Frank. He didn’t seem good either.

“Oh okay, what’s wrong?” I didn’t get an answer because he hung up on me. I grabbed the keys and sped down to Frank’s house. I was pretty confused actually. When I got there I parked in front of his house and waited. About a minute later, I saw Frank rushing out of his house with a bag on his back. In the doorway, I could see what looked like his dad behind him. He looked drunk. Frank opened the truck door and threw his bag in, then turned back and went back to his house. He tried to get through the doorway, but his dad wouldn’t let him. I could hear yelling. A lot of it. Frank tried one more time to get through the door, and he got through. He was in the house for about two minutes, and for that whole two minutes, his dad glared at me. I felt really uncomfortable. Frank came out with his guitar and was walking towards the car. Before he left the porch, his dad grabbed his arm and slapped him straight in the face. I froze as Frank fell. What should I do? I opened my door and started to get out, but Frank was already running to the truck.

“Don’t get out just drive!” he screamed out. He had a bloody nose and a black eye.

“Are you okay-”

“JUST DRIVE AWAY GERARD!” he seemed really upset. I could tell he had tears down his face. So I did what he told me and I drove away. When we got to my house I rushed him into the bathroom and got him some tissues. I let Frank clean himself up while I grabbed him an ice pack. I took him down to my room and locked the door and brought his stuff in. Frank was laying down on his side on my bed when I came back. I sat next to him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked but he didn’t answer, he just kept staring at the wall and the picture I drew of him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I could tell he was just as frazzled as I was. After a minute, I concluded he wanted space, so I got up, but I was stopped by him grabbing my hand just like I grabbed his. I sat back down and stroked his hair back. I could see he was holding back tears. He sat up and looked at me. He sniffed and squeezed my hand even tighter.

“Me and my dad, just don’t get along.” I looked down. I could tell it was more than just getting along, but I didn’t want to make things harder. I wiped a tear away from his face and held his head in my hand. That’s when he broke down and started to cry. He leaned into me and hugged me tight. Even though this wasn’t a smiling matter, I couldn’t help but smile anyway.

“I don’t understand why he can’t accept me.” he said under his breath. I stroked his head and kissed the top. We sat there for a while, and he just cried , and I just held him. He looked up and I wiped away his tears after he was done crying. I kissed him and got up.

“I have something for you.” I said and walked to my art drawer. I grabbed the picture of us that I drew and I handed it to him. He looked at it for a while. I looked at his black eye. I think I had just figured out the secret he’d been keeping.

“You’re sweet,” he mumbled, “you’re really talented.”

“Thanks.” he noticed me staring at him and looked back down. I grabbed his hand and kissed him again. I couldn’t help it. No matter what situation we were in, kissing him always made it better. I heard him put the picture down and grab my head. Soon we were on each other. I felt him graze my back and slowly work his way down to my pants. We worked in unison and it felt like we were the only one’s on the planet. I felt my pants slide down my legs so I too, reached down for Franks and pulled them off. His tongue slid across my lip and soon it met mine. I started to sweat as I pulled Frank even closer to me. We kept at it for sometime, as I tried to work my way to his boxers. Frank pulled away very slowly.

“Not yet.” he said. I respected that. He came back close to me and kissed me then laid by my side and rested his head on my chest. I listened to him breath as he listened to my heart beat. Slowly, reality came back to us and thought of his dad and his black eye. I kissed the top of his head and got comfortable, I wasn’t going to get up anytime soon. I was about halfway asleep when Frank mumbled something to me, but I didn’t hear it.

“What’d you say Frank?” I asked, bending my neck forward trying to look at Frank. Frank didn’t move. He just spoke a little louder.

“I love you Gee.” I froze. He said he loved me. I knew I loved him, but I didn’t think he felt the same way.

“I love you too Frankie.” I whispered. I felt him squeeze me even tighter and soon we were asleep in each others arms.

Notes

Boom. Sorry I got your hopes up for the smutty scene..... (BUT I"M SAVING IT FOR THE ULTIMATE MOMENT WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT [i'm also horrible at writing smut])
I feel like this chapter was a little cheesballish but eh I don't care it was pretty fun.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!!!!!!!!! Can't wait to get down and dirty ;)