The Bet (Frerard)

Gerard's POV

I meant it.

No matter how crazy it sounds I feel like I have the slightest feelings for Frank. This is a bet, but it's making me realize that Frank isn't like everyone else.

He's special in his own perfect way. But I have to stop. I care about Frankie, but I can't fall for him.

I just can't.

Plus, even if I do fall for him, I'll never admit it.

I pull away from the kiss and look into Frank's pretty eyes. They truly were amazingly beautiful. They were mostly hazel, but there was a hint of green.

I take a strand of his soft, shiny hair and twirl it in my fingers. It's nice so he must take care of it.

"Gerard?" I hear Frank squeak as if he was scared to say something.

"Yes baby?" I respond.

"Are we.... Ever.... Going to," he gulped. "Have sex?" He looked scared but at the same time calm.

"Frank, I-"

"Do you want it?" He asks.

Well, of course I do... It's just I want it for three reasons.

Number one; I want to finish this retarded bet.

Number two; I want to give Frank the pleasures that he will experience. I just want to be the first.

Number three; I want to do it with him very badly.

"Frank, I do want it, but I don't to make you feel uncomfortable... I want it to happen when you are one-hundred percent ready. Don't rush it, because that will be a.... Very special night." It wasn't a lie. I want it so badly but he can't rush things. I'll wait until he's ready. I'll try it sometimes, but if he objects, I'll stop on the dot. I want it to be one of the most special nights of his life.

Wait, I don't even know a thing about gay sex! When Frank leaves I'll do some reasearch on it.

"If you want to do it, just tell me and I will." He whispers in my ear. I feel myself tense. I can have Frankie any time I want. But I will not ever take advantage of him.

Ever.

"C-Can we d-d-do it now?" I freeze and my eyes go wide. He wants to have sex now?

"Frankie, a-are you sure?" I ask, hoping he'll say we can do it another time.

"I'm p-positive. I want you to have all of m-me." He stutters. I nod and look at the door. Does he really want to do this? Did Zacky pressure him into doing this?

"Frank?"

"Hmm?"

"Did Zacky tell you to do this?"

"No! Gerard I'm r-ready please!" He begs and I can't say no to those eyes.

"Alright." I mumble barley above a whisper. I take a deep breath, and remove my sweater, dropping it to the floor. Frank is watching my every move and he copies me taking off his vest and then his jacket and dropping it to the floor. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little excited.

Frank was about to strip for me.

I take a step towards him so we are chest to chest. I lean down and catch his lips on an open mouth kiss. He wraps his arms around my neck and stands in his tippie-toes. We stay like that for a bit and then all of a sudden Frank shoves his tongue in my mouth and jumps on me, wrapping his legs around my lower stomach since he is so small.

"Frank-" I moan and I lose my balance. I move around a but but fall forward onto the bed.

He's trying to be dominant and it was probably the cutest thing I have ever seen, besides which makes me happier than anyone else on the planet. I slide my hand down his torso and stop at the hem of his shirt. Without a second thought, I slip my hand in and rub small circles around his belly button.

But suddenly, Frank stops.

"G-Gee..." He squeaks and I realize he's crying.

"Frank, what's wrong?" I ask worried. Did I hurt him?

"I-I'm not ready, I-I-I-I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." He sobs.

"Aww, Frankie, it's alright." I say and I pick him up and sit down. I rest him in my lap, and since he is so small he fits right on my lap, and he has his legs folded to his chest. He continues to cry and I try to comfort him by rocking him back and forth, petting his hair, kissing his hair, and saying, "shhh, it's okay baby."

A couple of minutes later, Frank has stopped crying and he looks at me.

"Babe, are you alright?" I whisper, but close to a normal tone.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. I'm s-sorry Gee."

"For what?"

"Because you wanted to do it, and now I got your hopes up and I crushed them."

"Oh babe, it's alright. I said whenever your ready."

"Alright Gee." He says and closes his eyes resting in my lap as I continue to rock him back and forth. I don't think of the bet. I don't think of how I can get Frank to stop hanging out with Zacky. I don't think of anyone else.

I just sit there and admire Frank as he drifts off to sleep.

<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>

After Frank was asleep I lied him down and tucked him in the blankets. I stayed there for another two hours as he slept and I drew him. I drew everything that I could see including him and everything that was around him. He looked so cute wrapped up in the blankets, softly snoring which came out more like heavy breaths.

He was really beautiful. He was peaceful.

He was My Frankie.

My Frankie. Which means, that I need to keep an eye on Zacky. I could see it in Zacky's eyes that he wanted Frank. I've seen that look in too many peoples eyes and I am completely aware of what people can do to hurt someone to a soul as fragile as Frankie's.

Even if he isn't going to use Frank as a real boyfriend, he may just use him as a one night stand and that's what I won't allow.

No one can hurt him.

That means not Zacky, not Bob, not Ray, not Mikey.

Not me....

But I'm in a bet to break his heart.

I sit there for a bit and think of what I have to do.

I need to call of the bet.

Now.

I run to my bag and take out my phone. I scroll to Ray. I send him a text.

Meet me at my house right now!!!!

I send the same text message to Bob and in less than five minutes I hear the door ring and I walk out of my room, gently closing the door. I see Mikey walking by the stairs and I tell him that it was my friends and he sends me a dirty look and goes back to him room. I walk to the front door and see them standing there. I go outside and close the door.

"Hey man, what's up with you and Frankie?" Bob asks.

"Don't call him that." I mumble crossing my arms.

"Why? Is that your nickname for him?" Bob laughs and I send him a glare.

"Holy shit? Really? Why can't I call him that?" He asks.

"Because I gave him the nickname and in the only one who can call him that!" I say, using a voice that is a bit too loud.

"Wow, Gerard! Relax. We were only joking." Ray says putting his hands up in defense.

"Look, I want to call of the bet." I mumble.

"What?! Gerard you never back out of bets! What's going on?" Rays exclaims.

"I just don't want to do this anymore."

"Where's Frank anyways? Have you even talked to him at all?" Ray asks and I begin to get into a heated conversation with him.

"Yes, I've talked to him, I spent the Goddamn day with him!"

"How did it go?"

"It was fine." But it wasn't fine, it was great.

"Where is he now? Is he here?"

"Um... Yeah, he is..."

"Where?"

"My room..."

"Oh Gerard, did you get some pussy?" Bob asks an I've had enough. I lunge at him, knocking him into the snow and I grip his neck shaking his head up and down.

"SHUT UP! HES A GUY WITH A DICK, HE DOESN'T HAVE A PUSSY LIKE YOU, YOU FUCKER!!!!" I scream and Bob punches me in the mouth. I realize that I just tackled my friend as Ray pulls me off of him.

"Fuck, Gerard. What's gotten into you?" Ray asks as I stand up on my feet and Bob gets up.

"Nothing, I just wanna call off this bet." I demand.

"Dude, you can call it off but there will be a consequence." Bob says after getting up.

"What? How bad could it be?" I say sarcastically.

"Oh, worse than you think." Bob says before turning to the car that they came in and waving for someone to come out.

They'll probably just get someone to beat me up. It can't be tht bad. It's not like they'll kill me-.

But when I see what they have, I feel like I'm about to throw up. She walks in her fishnets and school uniform even though it's almost the middle of December and stands in the middle of Bob and Ray.

"Hey Gerard..." She purrs.

Oh. No.

"L-Lindsey?"

Notes

i had to say something but i forgot...
damn..