Do You Wanna Hold My Hand?

Gerard walked to school without Frank that Friday, he'd got up early for some reason, probably something to do with not getting any sleep at all the previous night. Everything was going wrong. Bert had threatened to tell Frank, the only thing that relieved Gerard's worry was the fact that he didn't have a lot of substantial proof of their affair. Gerard has deleted everything from his phone that was related to Bert, all the texts, the calls and his contact. Even if Bert used the texts on his phone as proof, Gerard could deny it, who was Frank going to believe? A stuck up jock who loved ruining other people's lives or his beloved boyfriend?

As Gerard walked up the path leading to the main entrance of his school, he noticed a tall, dark figure stood near the bike sheds. Earlier that morning Gerard had received a text from Bert:

"Meet me outside the bike sheds before school, that's the only way I'm not telling your little freak of a boyfriend about you and me, Bert xxx".

The more he thought about the boy stood next to the bike sheds, the more curious Gerard became, what was Bert going to say? He strolled up to the jock seeming as though he didn't have a care in the world when in fact it was quite the opposite. Bert grabbed Gerard's shirt collar and half dragged him behind the sheds.

"What the fuck do you think your playing at you little bitch?" Bert hissed in his face.

"I'm ending whatever the fuck it was that was going on between us before Frank gets hurt." Gerard almost spat in his face as a touch of hurt met Bert's dark eyes.

"Aww but Getard! Frank's never gunna know! Not unless you try and leave me." Bert whispered pulling Gerard closer.

"Don't ever fucking call me that again. And your right, Frank's never gunna know, but I'm not fucking you again Bert, it's wrong. I love Frank, Frank's my life, you're no where near as good as he is." Gerard smirked, reminiscing about his beautiful boyfriend.

"What do you mean I'm no where near as good as him?" Bert whined, pulling on Gerard's jacket, "at least gimme a chance of making myself better then him?" Bert smirked and moved his hand to unzip Gerard's trousers. Gerard's hand moved as quick as a Kobra to stop Bert's.

"Get the fuck off of me and my pants." Gerard said, a malevolent tone in his voice. Bert whined and began to fiddle with Gerard's long dark hair.

"Come on baby! It doesn't have to be like this! Gimme a chance hun? I got ya summat special!" Bert carried on whining.

Gerard stood still for a while, "fine." He muttered.

"Yey!" Bert giggled childishly, "meet me in the alley near HMV, you now the one babe, at err, 4pm tonight? Love ya." Bert giggled, playfully pecking Gerard on the lips before walking away.

"Oh great." Gerard muttered to himself before walking into school.

"Hey guys." Gerard mumbled, throwing his bag on the floor next to his seat and sitting down in the canteen. Ray and Bob chorused a friendly hello before carrying on with their conversation about The Walking Dead comic books.

"Hey!" Frank smiled widely at Gerard, "how's it hangin?" He giggled.

"Low as always." Gerard chuckled and winked at his boyfriend. Frank snuggled up to Gerard, placing his head in the curve of his pale neck and clasping his cold hands.

"Love you." Frank muttered into his shoulder.

"Love you too Frankie." Gerard whispered, planting a kiss on the top of his spiky head. The bell rang and the four boys slowly got up and shuffled to their classroom, French with Miss Dean. Frank had sat down next to Ray much to Bob's dismay who had to shuffle over and sit next to Gerard. Miss Dean set the class off on a task which everyone completed quickly, thankfully she didn't realise and the class began to mumble away at one another. Frank turned to Ray, a look of worry on his face.

"Ray, can I talk to you about something?" Frank mumbled as Ray nodded, smiling at Frank, "well, it's Gerard. He's been acting really wierd lately. I mean, I know he's a bit of an odd ball but wierder then his usual self." The spiky haired boy mumbled, making sure his voice was quiet enough as to not draw attention.

"Well, what do you mean by wierd?" Ray asked quizically.

"He just, doesn't seem, normal. I mean, it's like he's always got something on his mind that's bothering him but when I ask he just says its nothing and that I shouldn't worry but I can't help but worry Ray!" Frank became slightly hysterical.

"Woah! Calm it Frank! Woah! I'm sure it's nothing," Ray smiled, "I can have a word with him if you want? It'll be no problem!"

"Aww no Ray, it's fine, your probably right. I'm fretting about nothing most likely." Frank smiled before Miss Dean called for the classes attention.

That school day passed fairly quickly, Gerard had retreated to his favourite art room at lunch to doodle in peace, Frank had tried looking for him but had been unsuccessful. When the end of the day finally arrived, Gerard toyed with the idea of seeing Bert. On one hand, he may be able to make Bert see sense but on the other, he may get pulled back into Bert's web of destruction, in the end, Gerard decided to catch a bus to town and meet the jock.

The alley smelt of damp and mould, little light reaching the cold concrete floor. About half way in, Gerard found the tall dark figure he had been looking for.

"Hey Bert." Gerard mumbled, his hands hiding themselves in his jumper.

"Heya!" Bert replied cheerfully, bouncing up from his place against the wall to join Gerard.

"What's this surprise then? It better be good or else I'm suing you for my bus fare." Gerard laughed as the other boys face glared back at him.

"I think you'll like it." He laughed, grabbing Gerard's hand and pulling him out of the dark alley into the bright light of the street and towards the nearest bus stop.

"Hey wait! Where are we going?" Gerard shouted as Bert dragged him onto a bus, almost throwing his money at the bus driver and grabbing their tickets.

"Mine of course silly!" Bert laughed, pulling Gerard into the seat next to him. Gerard stared at Bert with a mixture of fear and curiosity. About 15 minutes after getting onto the bus, Bert had dragged Gerard off the bus and onto a dingy street. The two walked slightly further down the street before Bert stopped outside a small dingy looking house.

"This is it!" Bert smiled before pulling Gerard through the small blue door and into a plain looking living room.

"It's not much but it's home." Bert mumbled, throwing his bag onto a cream sofa and motioning for Gerard to follow him. Gerard walked through a door into what must have been Bert's room, shutting the door behind him.

Bert's room was basic, a dark blue double bed in the centre of the room, a tall wardrobe stood in the right hand corner next to a small wooden table and a large black rug covered most of the floor. Bert opened his wardrobe and rummaged around in the bottom, grabbing something pink and throwing it behind his back before Gerard could see it properly.

"So, am I allowed to have one more chance?" Bert grinned, stalking up to Gerard.

"Where're your parents?" Gerard mumbled, trying to change the subject.

"Out, not back till morning." Bert smiled before grabbing one of Gerard's wrists.

"What the..." Gerard shrieked at Bert before realising a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs had been linked over his wrist. Bert smirked and pulled Gerard over to his bed, clipping the other part of the handcuffs onto his bed frame.

"Ooh I know!" Bert giggled before grabbing another pair of handcuffs from his wardrobe and handcuffing Gerard's other hand to his bed frame. Gerard sighed.

"What?" Bert put on his puppy dog eyes for Gerard.

"You know perfectly well what Bert." Gerard mumbled back.

"Aww c'mon Getard!" Bert giggled, playfully planting kisses on Gerard's neck. He moved himself to sit on Gerard's stomach and kissed his cheek.

"Last time I'm gunna ask hun." Bert stuck his tongue out playfully. Gerard groaned loudly,

"I hate you so much." He bucked himself up so Bert fell slightly, leaning closer in to his face before knotting his fingers in his hair and smashing their lips together. Gerard moaned into Bert's mouth, rattling the handcuffs much to Bert's approval who moved his hand down Gerard's stomach, hovering slightly before sliding his hands down his underwear. Gerard squealed lightly before Bert playfully bit his lip. Bert pulled his shirt over his head to reveal his pale chest, black hairs creating a thin blanket over it. Gerard knew what was going to happen but he couldn't stop himself, he'd become lost in the moment. Bert grabbed Gerard's zipper and pulled it down before practically ripping off his plain black trousers revealing his striped black and grey underwear which Bert removed leaving Gerard almost fully naked and tied to his bed. Gerard giggled lightly before bucking up as Bert grabbed hold of him. Their sweat mingled together before Gerard threw his head back releasing a loud moan.

"I hope I'm better then your little Frankenstein." Bert giggled before re-dressing himself and strolling out of his room and into the kitchen. Gerard's heart fell as an image of Frank's face filled his mind.

Bert returned with a glass of orange juice and released Gerard from the fluffy handcuffs, allowing him to get dressed. Gerard grabbed his school bag and began to put his jacket on.

"Where'd you think your going?" Bert mumbled into his orange juice.

"Home." Gerard muttered.

"Hey wait!" Bert shouted, grabbing Gerard's shoulder, "I want an answer, am I better then Frank." He smirked.

"No." Gerard muttered, trying to squirm his way out of Bert's grip but it only grew tighter.

"What do you mean no?" He whimpered.

"I mean no, your not as good as Frank, when I said that this morning I meant he's a better person then you are, you seemed to jump to the conclusion that I meant he was better at sex." Gerard hissed at the annoyed Bert.

"Can you blame me? All we ever do is fuck. Not once have we ever been on something that resembles a date." Bert muttered.

"Because I would never go on a date with you Bert, I love Frank, end of, now please, let go of me." Gerard muttered before the jock released him and watched him walk out of the door.

"You fucking little whore!" Bert screamed after him as he shut the front door.

Gerard walked to the bus stop, bunching his fists up in his pocket. He thought about texting Frank, or Ray, or Bob, just someone so he could vent out his frustration. He decided on Ray, he'd feel guilty texting Frank this soon. Gerard fished around in his pocket searching for his phone - it wasn't there. He searched in his other pockets and even his bag but it wasn't there, it must have fallen out at Bert's. Gerard felt sick at the idea of returning to him but he needed his phone, he decided he'd be quick, just walk in, demand to look for his phone and leave once he'd got it.

"What the hell Gerard?" Bert shouted as the deathly pale boy stormed into his room.

"I dropped my phone, or something, I don't know, it must be here." He mumbled, scanning the room.

"Oh you mean this thing?" Bert smirked before pulling Gerard's phone out of his pocket.

"What the ... Did you steal it?" Gerard glared at before whilst snatching the device out of his hand.

"Nope, now if you don't mind, get the fuck out of my house." He smiled at him liked he'd just said he was Bert's bestest friend. Gerard mumbled and stormed back out of the house towards the nearest bus stop. Bert stood in his front door way, watching Gerard climb onto the bus, blowing a kiss as he turned the corner of the street. Bert grabbed his phone out of his pocket and dialled the number he had scribbled down on a scrap piece of paper.

"Hi, is that Frank? I just thought you should know something about your little whore of a boyfriend." Bert smirked.