I walked all the way home, avoiding most of the kids that I go to school with. I made sure I didn’t take the normal route so I wouldn’t run into Mikey. I didn’t want to run into him and start things up early. I got up on the porch. The truck was in the driveway, so my mom was home. Damn. I got out my keys and I opened the door slowly. I heard the sink on so my mom was in the kitchen. I took a deep breath and walked in.

“Look who finally decided to come home. It’s that guy who I’m forced to be related to.” Mikey said, leaning back in a chair.

“Shut up.” I snickered.

“Gerard Arthur Way, where have you been-” my mom shouted.

“Mom, I’m sorry, I-”

“I was worried sick about you. You didn’t tell me where you went!”

“Mom, I went to a friends house. It’s fi-”

“How can you do this to us!” she fell onto the counter and started to cry. I put my hands on my head and took a deep breath.

“Way to go fuckface!” Mikey whispered.

“This doesn’t involve you Mikey!” I replied.

“Actually it does. You were the one who flipped out on ME yesterday.” he said.

“You started it!” I got a little more fired up.

“NO YOU DID! I DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!” He screamed.

“The whole reason we’re even in this mess is because I WAS COVERING FOR YOU! Why do we keep goi-”

“ENOUGH!” my mom screamed. We both turned and looked at her. She was red and soaked from her tears.

“We’re sorry mom, we jus-” I started.

“I have had enough of this. We moved here to start over and shit, I am going to start over.” she started to cry again.

“Mom...” Mikey tried to comfort her.

“No, get away from me. You two need to stop fighting all the time and get along. I understand you two have differences, but you two are brothers, brothers should be there for eachother. I know leaving your dad and home was hard, but this is your chance to try again.” She started to walk to her bedroom.

“Mom.” I started to follow her.

“Gerard I need some space.” she said. I didn’t listen.

“Mom, please-” I continued.

“Gerard no-”

“Mom, please liste-”

“Gerard! Shut up. Why don’t you just listen! Get out of my hair before I send you away back to your father so he can put some sense to you!” She turned around faster than lighting and put her hands over her mouth.

“Gerard, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it!” she yelled.

“No, I understand. Let me do you a favor. I’ll just go pack my stuff and get out of your way.” I marched to my bedroom. She grabbed my arm but I shoved it away and slammed the door and locked it. I grabbed my backpack and emptied out the school work. I stuffed as many pairs of clothes as I could in it. I grabbed Frank’s guitar and slung on my backpack. Before I went back upstairs, I grabbed my sketch book and put my picture of Frank in it and climbed my stairs. My mom was pounding on the door the whole time screaming for me to come back up. I flung the door open and marched to the door.

“Gerard! Stop right now!” she screamed. Mikey was standing behind her with his hands in his pockets.

“Or what,” I stopped and turned around, “Just stand here and argue more? I don’t think so.” I continued to the door and walked outside. I could hear my mom crying and Mikey trying to comfort her as I closed the door behind me. I didn’t know if Frank was still at Ethan’s or not, so I just headed there anyway. It took a lot longer than I wanted it to but I eventually got there. The bar was starting to get a little bit busier than the last time I was there. A band was setting up tp play for the night. There was no sign of Frank, so I sat at the corner end of the bar. Ethan saw me sit and came down.

“So, how’d it go?” he asked me and leaned on the counter, offering me a cigarette. I took a few puffs and just smiled for a sec.

“It wasn’t the worst I’ve had to deal with.” I said.

“Well, it was bad enough to make you leave with your things packed,” he reached under the counter, made a drink, and then passed it to me, “It’s on the house.”

“Thanks. Where did Frank run off too?” I asked.

“Ah your ‘friend’,” he chuckled a little bit. I couldn’t help but blush, “ He said he was gonna go jam with Ray and that Bob kid, but he’s coming back for the show tonight.”

“Okay. Thanks.” I said. We had a moment of silence between us.

“So, how long have you and Frank been, I don’t know... together I guess is a good way of putting it?” he asked me.

“Not very long I guess, but I don’t really know when it happened either. We’re keeping it a secret.” I felt a little embarrassed, but Ethan kept talking about it as if it were a normal thing.

“Well, I noticed something was going on with you too. I could see how he looked at you, he’s seems pretty into you.” He lit a cigarette and kept acting so calm about everything.

“Yeah.” I mumbled.

“Do you like him?” I suddenly felt really awkward. I never thought about it, I just thought I knew.

“Uhm, yeah.. Yeah I do, why?” I asked.

“He’s the only family I’ve got. I have to look out for him. I just don’t want him getting hurt. Look at it this way, if you and Mikey had a better relationship, wouldn’t you make sure that the girl really had interest in him if he was madly in love with her.” I wasn’t sure what he was getting at their when it came to Frank, but what he said did make sense.

“Yeah, I would.” I agreed. He reached for a drink for himself and held up to cheers with me. We clinked our glasses and took a sip.

“But, that comes with a price. If you do hurt Frank, I’ll be after you.” I knew he was dead serious, but I laughed at it and so did he.

“Yes sir.” I said and took another sip of my drink. Ethan was waved down from the other side of the bar.

“Well man, got to go take care of business. Frank should be here anytime.” I nodded. I watched the band set up more of their stuff for about an hour. There was three guy. A drummer, guitarist, and bassist. They looked a little older. Maybe maybe in their late twenties, early thirties. They acted like they were teenagers though. I started to space out while watching them.

“What are you doing here Gee?” Frank startled me. I turned around in my chair and put my hand to my chest.

“Damn Frank, you scared the life out of me!” I exhaled smoke and gestured to sit next to me.

“Sorry. I thought you went home. You okay?” Frank put his hand on my shoulder, looking around to make sure no one was watching him.

“Yeah, I’m okay. It just didn’t go the way I wanted it to. At all.” he stroked my arm.

“Are you gonna go back home tonight?” he asked me.

“Hell no. My mom admitted to me she would kick me out back to my dad, there is no way I’m going back.”

“WHAT?!” he seemed surprised, “That’s pretty messed up. Well, you can stay with me tonight if you want.”

“I can?” I knew he would let me, I just didn’t want to make him feel like I was invading.

“Of course,” he smiled and I felt much better, “I see you brought my guitar. You really aren’t going back, huh?” he leaned back in his chair.

“Not for a while anyway.” Ethan saw Frank and came over to us.

“And he’s back! You ready to rock, my brother!” Ethan fist pumped Frank and passed him a drink.

“You know it! Your line up is great this month! How the hell did you get the Screeching Weasel to play here next week!?” Frank looked so excited about it. I had never heard of the ‘Screeching Weasel’.

“Well, I have my ways. Haven’t you looked around this bar before, its like a time capsule of the 70’s punk scene. Any band will play here just because of the atmosphere!” Ethan exclaimed.

“Good point.” Frank lifted his drink and drank some.

“But the real question is,” Ethan got a huge grin on his face, “how in the world did Gerard manage to get the legendary Frank Iero to fall in love with him?” We all sat in silence for a moment. I could see Frank’s cheeks flush with red.

“I guess he was the only one who caught my attention.” Frank said smiling. That made me blush too.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Ethan mumbled, “Well, the show should be starting soon so I have to get busy. Have fun you too.” he winked. I wasn’t sure what he quite meant, but I chose to ignore it because it seemed like it didn’t bother Frank at all.

“Who’s the band playing tonight?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t think I was stupid for asking.

“These guys,” Frank lit a cigarette, “This is Agent Orange, they’ve played here a couple times.The Screeching Weasel is what I am pumped for.”

“Who are they?” I said a little more quietly. His head shot up. I knew that was the wrong thing to say to me.

“What?! Their one of the great bands of the 80’s punk scene! They are one of my favorites.”

“Oh cool.” I said.

“You have to come with me to see them next week!”

“I’m way ahead of you.” I winked and he playfully shoved me.

“So, how long have you been waiting here for me?” he asked after a moment.

“About an hour and a half or so, probably a bit longer.” I replied. His eyes widened.

“Gee! You didn’t have to wait, you could’ve called me! I would of either came here or told you to come to me.” I looked at him puzzled.

“But I thought you were jamming or something with Ray and Bob?”

“I was,” he said, “Whenever my dad’s gone, we jam at my house, that way we can be as loud as we want, but I guess you didn’t really know that.” He sort of slumped in his chair and looked a little pailer.

“Well, even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to call you. There’s no phone anyway near here.”

“Ethan has one in the back, but yeah that’s a good point too. But whatever, now we know.” We put on a smile and leaned closer to me. I smiled too and I took the last sip.

“HOW ARE ALL YOU FOLKS DOINNNN?!?!?” The singer of the band screamed into the microphone.

“Shows starting!” Frank’s eyes widened and he sat up much straighter. The crowd started to cheer. The bar had filled over time. It looked like there was about 300 hundred or so in the giant room. I wondered where they all came from, Portland probably.

“We just want to give a shout out to the venue owner in the world, Ethan Geisler! Thanks for letting us play here at your place man,” I looked around to find Ethan. He was up on the high side of the bar and we waved and did a playful, yet goofy curtsey. The other guy on stage started to talk.

“It’s an honor to play for you guys today. Now lets get ready to have some fun!” He played a deafening rif and the band started to play and everyone immediately started to cheer and sing along with them. After they finished the first song, Frank let out a scream, then tugged at my hand.

“Come on, lets get in on this action!” He took off his sweatshirt and tossed it over the counter, guessing so Ethan could put in the back. His tattoos were exposed and looked even more defined in the dim lighting of the bar. He pulled my to the edge of the crowd. Frank started to sing along and jump around, advising me to join in on the good time. Even though this wasn’t my first show with Frank, it felt much different. The setting was more intimate and it made everything seem more alive. The only difference was that I was NOT going to get another tattoo after this.

After about five or so more songs, Frank and I both went back to the bar and sat, both lighting cigarettes and drinking WATER this time.

“So Music Virgin, what’d you think AO?” It took me a second to get what Ethan was talking about, but then I got that he was talking about my lack of Knowledge and Agent Orange.

“They’re fantastic!” I yelled over the noise.

“Just wait till you see some of the other bands that Ethan manages to get in here.” Frank said. I looked at the clock, it said it was 8:30. For a show, they started pretty early. Frank noticed me looking at the clock.

“Well, I guess we should be heading out. Thanks for the great time Ethan!” Frank stretched his arms out.

“No problem my man,” he handed Frank his sweatshirt, “Will I be seeing at least one of you tomorrow?”

“Hell yeah, and I think Ray is coming down too, he wants to ask you about your schedule, see if you could squeeze us in.” Astonishingly, I didn’t actually know Frank’s band was as serious as it was.

“You guys always have a spot on my schedule. You’re the best local band I host, so better make it big!” Ethan winked and waved at us and we walked up the stairs and out of the noise. He grabbed his guitar from me and we walked a couple blocks.

“You sure you aren’t going to get into a load of trouble for staying with me?” Frank asked.

“Well, my mom doesn’t really have a choice, now does she?” I said. Frank blushed and took hold of my hand, knowing that we were in the clear zone.

“So, be honest here. Did you really like the show?” Frank looked as if he didn’t believe me.

“Of course I did. I don’t know why but that show felt different. In a good way, and I liked it.” I wrapped my arm around him and squeezed him close to me, kissing him lightly on the top of his head.

“Well good, for a while, I thought you weren’t super into it.” We finally got to his house and I felt relieved. For some reason I was exhausted. He opened the front door and I saw that the house was even cleaner. The floors were shiny, the living room was organized, and the shades were open.

“Sorry it was such a mess the first time.” he apologized as we walked up the stairs.

“No worries.” I said. I wasn’t really paying attention to it anymore. Instead I was looking at the few pictures hanging up on the wall, all with broken or discolored frames. In every picture, it was Frank and his mom, with his dad in the background. None of them looked happy at all. Frank unlocked his bedroom and led me inside, locking it back up.

“Is this you mom?” I asked as I went to the broken picture of just him and her.

“Yeah, it’s really the only picture I have of her happy.” he said, putting his hands in his pockets. I guess I didn’t take the hint to shut up on the matter.

“How did she... die?” I asked. I instantly saw all the color in him flush out. He scratched his head, as if looking for a way to tell me, so I dropped the subject.

“My tattoo is finally healed.” I said, even though it still throbbed from time to time.

“Oh really, is it time to get another?” he smiled and giggled a bit.

“When I’m dead.” I joked. I started to get out my sweatpants for the night. Frank took his shirt off, and I started to stare at him. He noticed my stare and I quickly looked away, blushing bright red. I heard him coming closer to me and I felt his warm, strong arms wrap around my waist.

“Wanna know something?” he asked me.

“Sure.” I said.

“I’m glad it didn’t go well with your mom and brother.” I thought that was kind of weird.

“Why is that?” asked as I turned around. I put my arms around his waist.

“Because then I wouldn’t be able to do this.” he put his hands around my neck and kissed me gently. I pulled him closer to me and the kiss got even more intense. Franks nails dug into my skin and I kept pulling his body closer to mine. I pulled away for a quick moment.

“Well, I have to agree with you. So am I.” he smiled at me. Before another word could be said, my tongue was entangled in his. Frank grabbed hold of my hands and slowly started to lead me over to the bed, never leaving my lips. He turned around and threw me playfully onto the mattress. I looked over his shirtless chest and pulled him on top of me. He knelt over me and my hands worked their way from his shoulders to his chest, chest to his waist, and waist to the hem of his jeans. I unbuttoned them slowly and pulled them off. He kicked them off the rest of the way when I could no longer push them off. I flipped him around so he was now on the bottom. His eyes shimmered up at me as I pulled my shirt off. Out of nowhere I felt self conscious of my self. Frank seemed to know too.

“Don’t worry. Your perfect.” he said and instead slowly pulled my neck down to his lips. We were soon back to the normal intensity and it felt so good. His arms were wrapped around my neck and gripping onto my hair. They worked their way down my back and found my pants. He unbuttoned them much faster than I did and pulled them down with his feet, then wrapping his legs around my waist. Using his feet again, he found the edge of my boxers and slid them down, fully exposing my body. He pulled away to take a breath, and I continued to kiss his neck.

“Wow.” he said under his breath. I giggled in between my kiss. I took one of my hands and worked my way down his body. When I found his boxers I started to pull them away. I felt Frank tense up.

“Is this what you want?” I said breathing hard. He looked at me with his piercing eyes. He nodded his head and pulled my head back closer to me. I continued to pull them off and he flicked them off to the side. He wrapped his legs around my waist again and I could feel his body so close to mine. I pulled away.

“Are you sure?” I asked again.

“Yeah.” he confirmed under his breath. I couldn’t help but smile, and he smiled back at me. I kissed him, more softer now, and found my way in. He let out a moan.

“Does it hurt?” I asked. He shook his head and pulled me back in. I kept going, going slow, but going faster and faster. He let out another intoxicating moan and pulled away. I kissed his neck and kept increasing my speed. He dug his nails into my back and I let out a loud moan too. I knew it was going to happen. I let out another moan and then it happened. Frank practically screamed in pleasure as I came. I pulled away and laid to his side pulling the sheet over us both. We were both panting at the same pace. I turned back to him and he turned to me. He pulled me close and kissed me so softly I could barely feel it. Then he wrapped his arms around me and I pulled him close to me.

“I love you Gee.” he whispered after he finally caught his breath.

“I love you too, Frankie.” I said, and he looked up at me. I kissed the top of his nose.

“Gee.” Frank mumbled as he stuffed his face into my chest.

“Yeah?” I replied. He hesitated at first and I could hear his heart skip a beat.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” he whispered. I looked down at him and pulled him even closer.

“I couldn’t imagine my life without you.” I felt a tear on my chest. He was crying. I didn’t ask anything of it, because I knew it was because he was happy. I closed my eyes and snuggled my head to his. The moon’s light shown down upon us from the cracks of the shades, and I knew he was mine for a long time.

Notes

I'M BACK AND I HAVE FINALLY WROTE THE SMUT!!!!!

Sorry it took so long to get to you guys, like I said, I was in the south... In the middle of nowhere... with no internet access whatsoever. IT KIND OF SUCKED. But I wrote this giant ass chapter and I finally wrote smut (I will say though, it was quite awkward to write BUT WHATEVER)

And sorry if the format is weird, my computer is deciding to spaz out and make the format way to the right halfway through the chapter. STUPID.

I hope you enjoy this chapter!! I'm on summer break and back in the safety of my high altitude home that has internet!!!!