Unreal...(edited)

When Gerard woke up, Frankie was still fast asleep. He was sort of buried in the artist's armpit, which made him hope that he didn't have bad B.O. He looked so peaceful when he's sleeping. Gerard reached over to his phone...all he had were the few usual missed calls from Mikey, but he could live with that.

"He comes over nearly everyday, its not like I never see him."

Gerard muttered quietly, looking at the time. It was half two even though it felt like later. As much as he'd like to stay curled up with Frankie all day, the cupboards were pretty empty so he needed to go shopping. He managed to untangle Frank's arms from around him and carefully got up, trying his very hardest not to wake the boy. Gerard kissed Frankie's forehead and left, closing the door behind him. When he got to the store he didn't buy very much, basically cause these days he tends to 'work' too much to find the time to eat properly. It wasn't a massive shop but he managed to get the things he needed. Not many people were in there, only a few people on their lunch break and a group of teenagers trying to get someone to buy them alcohol. Gerard sighed and started walking to the checkouts.

"Gerard?"

He heard a familiar voice call from behind. He turned around and saw his ex-boyfriend, Bert. Now as you already know, he was pretty much a nasty piece of work. Basically Gerard thought he loved him and that he was loved in return...but as he normally is in the case of men, he was wrong. Basically they'd had a huge argument one night that involved Bert shouting abuse at Gerard and Gerard being a pile of tears and a human punching bag. The neighbours must of heard and fuck, it even took two cops to remove Bert from Gerard's apartment...he'd hoped to never see him again, but no such luck.

"Bert?"

Gerard whispered...his mouth and throat starting to dry up.

"Hi Gerard."

He waved a little. He looked different than Gerard remembered.

"N-nice seeing you Bert."

Gerard picked up his basket and started walking away.

"Wait Gerard..."

Bert grabbed Gerard's arm to stop him from walking away.

"I'm really sorry about what I did to you..."

Sorry?!...that's all he had to say?! Now, Gerard was usually quite a calm and collected guy, but if Bert didn't stop talking to him right now, he might just be the first person to kill someone with a cucumber.

"But I love you Gerard, can we start again?..."

Gerard felt his heart racing and fought not to cry.

"Please baby..."

Bert tried to pull Gerard in to kiss him...but instead, Gerard slapped him.

"What the hell!?"

Bert screeched at the younger man.

"WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU COME UP TO ME, ACT LIKE YOU DID NOTHING WRONG AND ASK IF WE CAN GET BACK TOGETHER!? WHAT THE HELL TO YOU!"

Gerard screamed. He know he was making a scene but he couldn't give a fuck.

"Gee, please, I love you."

Bert whined.

"WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE YOU DON'T ABUSE THEM...YOU CARE FOR THEM!!!"

Gerard shouted back. Bert started to join the shouting too.

"LOOK AT YOURSELF! YOU'LL NEVER DO BETTER THAN ME!!!"

That was harsh and soon Gerard's vision became blurry with tears.

"Actually I have a brilliant boyfriend who loves me more than you ever will and I love him much more than I loved you! SO GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!"

Gerard shouted.

"Better than doing you."

Bert said under his breath bitterly. Gerard got a bread roll out of his basket and threw it at Bert before running out the store altogether, tears falling down his cheeks. It was raining but he didn't care. He ran as fast as he could, occasionally bumping into the odd pedestrian, just incase Bert tried to follow him. After running for about ten minutes he stopped to catch his breath. He slumped against a damp brick wall, still panting.

Gerard was still on the main street but it wasn't too busy, probably cause it was raining heavily. In the distance he could see a man, shivering and looking concerned. When their eyes met his face lit up. He sprinted up to Gerard and flung his arms around him. It was Frankie.

"Gee! I was worried about you babe."

He pulled Gerard in for a kiss.

"Sorry."

Gerard sniffed.

"Gee, are you okay?"

Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard's waist.

"Yeah Frankie, I'm fine."

Then, out of nowhere he started crying again.

"Shhh, Gee...it's okay honey, shhh..."

Frankie whispered into his ear, trying to calm him down.

"Come on sugar, lets sit in the car and talk..."

They started walking towards an olive green vehicle...Gerard never knew Frankie could drive. Frankie opened the back door for Gerard and he got in. Frankie sat down beside him.

"Okay Gee, can you tell me why you're crying?"

Frankie said softly, cuddling the other boy to him a little. Gerard hadn't actually told anyone the whole Bert story, most people thought the last time was actually the first time he had ever done something like that to him.

"Everything?"

He looked into Frank's hazel eyes.

"Everything."

Frankie moved Gerard's hair out of his face and kissed his forehead. Then Gerard began.

"When I was still in collage, I met this guy called Bert. He wasn't in any of my classes or anything, I just met him on campus by chance. I thought he was quite cute at the time and he must of thought that too cause we started dating. It was perfect for awhile. He would cuddle me and kiss me whenever he got the chance, he would always make me coffee before I could even ask him, he cheered me up when I was upset...he was pretty good in bed..."

Gerard blushed, looking down and taking a breath before gathering himself and looking back up.

"He even moved in with me, then just after I turned 23, things started to change. I had just got myself that job at Simmonds Comics and Bert was working a few different jobs. He would always come home late and drunk, and he wasn't a happy drunk either. He would lash out, wreaking everything in his path, even if that included me. Even when he wasn't drunk, or at least when I though he wasn't drunk, he would still beat me up and...and rape me. I stopped turning up at work, stopped calling Mikey and Bob. I sorta stopped interaction with the world. People thought nothing of it, then in February this year Bert got really pissed. He started ripping up my drawings, breaking the furniture and started to yell abuse at me. Then out of nowhere, he kicked me in the stomach, making me hit the floor. Basically I lay on the floor in agony and tears for ages before there was a knock on the door. It was the police. Someone must of heard him screaming at me and called the cops...I still don't know who it was, but without them I'd probably be dead right now. It took two officers to remove him..."

He took a breath, tears streaming down his face.

"I stayed in the hospital overnight but I was given the all clear by the next day. I didn't tell anyone I got hurt though, just that Bert fucked up. I think he did time but obviously not much as about an hour ago, I saw him in the shop. He wanted us to get back together but I lost my cool and slapped him and threw a roll at him before running away."

Gerard cried into Frank's damp hoodie when he finished.

"Oh my God Gee."

Frankie pulled Gerard in for a tight hug.

"Y-you'd never do that to me, would you?"

Gerard asked worriedly.

"Of course not sweetheart. What that dick did to you was horrible and I don't think you can forget things like that, but honey, we can make some new memories, okay?"

Frankie kissed the corners of Gerard's lips and pressed their foreheads together.

"Okay."

Gerard whispered.

"I love you baby."

Frankie softly replied.

"I love you more."

Gerard sniffed, then smiled.

"Come on Gee bear, I'll drive you home."

Frankie jumped into the front and Gerard climbed over after him. Frankie started to drive.

"Your ankle seems better Frankie."

"Yeah, it feels better now."

Frankie looked over and smiled at Gerard, but nearly drove through a red light.

"FRANK THE ROAD!!!"

Gerard screamed and Frankie slammed the breaks.

"FUCK!"

He shouted but then laughed a little. For a while it was silent and Gerard looked out the window. There was a music store like the one they were in at the mall the day before. In the window Gerard saw the guitar Frank had his heart set on.

"Frankie, can we make one quick stop at the music shop?"

Gerard pulled the big puppy eyes at him.

"Damn, if you weren't so adorable you wouldn't get away with half as much."

Frankie laughed and pulled over outside the shop. Wow, those puppy dog eyes really do work! They both got out and Frank tried to follow Gerard inside.

"No, stay right here..."

Gerard demanded and ran inside. When he came out, Frankie had his headphones on.

"Frankie."

Gerard tapped the boy's back.

"Hey babe what took you so...OH MY FUCK GERARD!..."

Frankie jumped onto Gerard, wrapping his legs around the older boy's waist. If someone walked past at the wrong moment, it might seem like Gerard was being attacked.

"Gee, thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!..."

He screeched and kissed Gerard too many times to count. Gerard nearly lost balance as he had a guitar and a fully grown man on him. He jumped off though after a minute and snatched the guitar case. He opened it and saw his guitar. He quickly closed it and locked his arms around Gerard's waist again.

"She's beautiful Gee. Thank you."

He kissed the tip of Gerard's nose and picked up the guitar.

"I'm glad you like it ba...wait, she?"

Gerard laughed.

"Yeah, her names Pansy!"

He replied, carefully putting her in the boot of his car and walking over to the door.

"You really love this guitar, don't you?"

Gerard giggled while getting in.

"Not as much as I love you."

Frankie kissed him again and then started the car.

~Time passes~

When they got back to the house, Gerard was only mildly surprised to see a worried and somewhat annoyed looking Mikey, sat on the hood of his car staring at the phone in his hand as he sent his 14th text in two days to his flakey older brother. As Frankie parked next to him, Mikey looked up and glared at them.

"My God Gee! What the fuck?..."

Gerard looked at him confused as Frankie joined him at his side and looked up between the two taller brothers.

"The mall? What...you don't remember ditching me with Bobert to go fuck your little 'friend' here? What...you got short term memory loss on top of all your other obvious mental problems?"

Well that was just bitchy, but apparently his rant wasn't over yet, and Gerard's bottom lip was already trembling.

"And another thing..."

But Frankie had heard enough.

"SHUT UP MIKEY!..."

He roared. Shit, he was loud for a little guy, but it worked. Mikey was stunned into silence.

"So what if we ditched you, which we actually didn't by the way, cause when we turned around you and that Bob dude were headed off to the food court, so you totally ditched us. But anyway, we didn't go to fuck, we came back here cause Gee felt ill, if you even give a shit..."

Both brothers were staring at him open mouthed now.

"And how dare you insult him with that 'mental problems' crack...that was low Mikey, real low."

Frankie took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he was now trembling with rage and had a weird, hot feeling in his stomach. Gerard gently entwined his fingers with his boyfriend's.

"Damn Frankie..."

He breathed in awe.

"That was kinda hot..."

Frankie looked up at him and giggled, his anger draining away instantly as he saw the man's huge hazel/green eyes staring back at him.

"Lets go inside, the neighbours are getting all twitchy."

The two other men looked around and realised that Gerard was right, curtains were shifting in several windows nearby as nosey women watched the soap opera unfold before them. Frankie nodded and lead Gerard toward the front door.

"Err...guys?"

Mikey's small voice came from behind them. They both turned to see him looking thoroughly humbled, his head down but his eyes looking up at them imploringly.

"You gonna be nice Mikey?..."

Frankie asked, a warning clear in his tone, also in the look he gave the taller man in front of him. Mikey nodded so vigorously that Gerard was afraid his little brother's head might fall off his shoulders, and even though he was still pissed at him right now, he didn't want to see him decapitate himself.

"Well, if it's ok with Gee?..."

Frankie looked up at him questioningly and Gerard nodded, a small smile creeping onto his lips.

"...then it's ok with me..."

Frankie concluded.

As they made their way inside, Frankie made a point of hanging back and grabbing Mikey's arm, and therefore his attention.

"If you upset him again, I'll throw you out that door myself, got it?"

He hissed quietly so Gerard wouldn't hear as he headed through to the kitchen to make them all coffees. Mikey nodded.

"I got it, and I'm sorry for before."

"Not me you should be apologising to."

Frankie said softly, turning to gaze lovingly towards the man currently humming to himself as he waited for the coffee to brew.

"I know, I will."

Frankie went to join Gerard in the kitchen and quietly wrapped his arms around the taller man's waist from behind, making him jump, then giggle as he relaxed quickly into the embrace.

"Hi there shorty..."

He smirked, turning in his boyfriend's arms to face him properly, and leaning in to place a sweet kiss on his soft pink lips.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Oh, just kissing the most beautiful guy in the whole world..."

Frankie cooed cheesily.

"And I'm not that much shorter than you y'know."

Gerard laughed a huge honking, dorky laugh, and instantly covered his mouth with both hands as his eyes grew wide with embarrassment, before snapping tight shut and refusing to open again, and his cheeks flared a shade of red only ever normally seen in the pages of a comic book.

Frankie giggled, he thought Gerard's dorky laugh was cute, and spent the next three minutes trying to get the devastated man to open his eyes and remove his hands from his face.

When he finally succeeded, Frankie gently kissed Gerard's mouth, swiping his tongue over the older man's bottom lip asking for entry, which, after a split second's hesitation, Gerard allowed. Frankie slipped his tongue inside the other's mouth, softly touching, tasting, exploring as Gerard's tongue flicked shyly against his. As Frankie ran his soft wet tongue over the roof of Gerard's mouth, Gerard moaned quietly and completely against his own will, shivering at the touch. Frankie smirked, pleased with the reaction, his left hand traveling down from Gerard's waist to firmly squeeze his left buttock. Gerard gasped, his eyes flying open in shock for a moment before he let himself get swept back up into the kiss, his own hands now finding their way into Frankie's hair, and his eyes closing once more.

"Ahem?"

Mikey coughed awkwardly from the doorway. The couple sprung apart like they'd been burnt, Frankie giggling and staring back at the fidgeting younger Way, while Gerard just went back to his former tomato impression, and burying his face in his hands.

After Frankie had yet again coaxed Gerard out of his hiding place, and they'd finally made the coffee, all three men went to sit in the living room, Mikey in the comfy chair, Frankie and Gerard curled lazily around each other on the sofa.

"Pizza?"

Frankie eventually suggested, and the others agreed. Standing to go in search of his phone to call for the food, Frankie made a face at Mikey that he understood perfectly to mean "Apologise" and also to mean "Don't upset him again", before disappearing on his hunt.

Gerard and Mikey hadn't actually spoken yet, not since the blowout on the doorstep, and Gerard was now staring nervously at his hands.

"Err...Gee?..."

Glossy eyes looked up at Mikey, making him realise just how bad he'd hurt his big brother.

"I'm so sorry for what I said before. I have no excuse. You're my big bro and I love you. Please forgive me?...I couldn't stand it if you hated me."

And now, Mikey was crying too.

"I d-don't h-hate you. I never c-could..."

Gerard stuttered out, springing to his feet and practically flying across the room and into his brother's lap, sitting sideways on him and squashing him into the chair.

"Just...p-please don't say I'm m-mad...ok?"

"I never will. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Mikey sobbed into Gerard's already soggy shoulder. Their arms wrapped tight around each other, tears streaming down their faces, they sat just holding onto each other until Frankie made himself known in the doorway.

"Awww, that's so sweeeet..."

He chuckled softly, smiling when the brothers turned to look at him.

"Pizza will be here in about twenty minutes. Shall I pick a movie?"

The brothers untangled themselves from each other and Gerard joined Frankie back on the sofa, cuddling into his side and just enjoying the closeness.

Once dinner had arrived and they'd settled on a movie, Stephen Kings "It", they all relaxed for the evening...eating, commenting on the differences between the movie and the book, arguing about which was better and coming to the conclusion that they were both kinda bad, before they all started yawning and decided it was time to sleep.

"You wanna crash on the couch?"

Gerard asked his brother as the younger man yawned for like the tenth time in a minute.

"Yeah...that'd be great. Thanks..."

Mikey smiled back at him, then watched as Frankie pulled a sleepy Gerard gently towards the stairs.

"Night guys!"

He called after them.

"Night night Mikes."

Gerard replied, before the bedroom door was closed and he stripped off his jeans and hoodie, then crawled into bed beside Frankie. Snuggling down under the covers, he cuddled into the smaller man's side.

"Goodnight Frankie."

He slurred slightly.

"Good night Gee, I love you."

Frankie lay a soft kiss in Gerard's hair, gently pulling him in tighter to his chest.

"...love you too."

And with that, Gerard drifted off to sleep held close and tight in his boyfriend's strong and warm arms, a smile tugging at his lips. A few minutes later, Frankie was snoring softly, a huge grin on his face...he knew that he was right where he was supposed to be.

~Time passes~

Gerard woke up from the sunlight streaming into the bedroom. Frankie had cuddled into his chest, a small smile painted on his face. Gerard brushed some of his black hair out of his face, which woke him up a little.

"Morning Gee."

He murmured and cuddled into Gerard's chest more.

"Morning."

Gerard smiled, wrapping his arms around Frankie.

"Is this better than the bathtub?"

Frankie giggled. Gerard nodded and kissed the boy on the cheek. They cuddled for about ten minutes before Frank sat up.

"What wrong Frankie?"

"Nothing just...do you smell burning?"

He looked at Gerard, wide eyed and slightly curious. Then Gerard smelt it and jumped out of bed, getting his sweatpants on and running out of the room, so fast he ended up tripped over his trainers. As he got further down the stairs he heard someone shouting abuse from the kitchen. He peeked his head in...it looked like a war zone in there. He saw a pan was on fire (well, that explained the burning) and some sort of batter streaked on the countertops. Mikey was in the middle of it all, obviously panicking with a glass of water in his hand to pour on top of the flaming frying pan.

"DON'T DO THAT!"

Gerard screamed, making his brother drop the glass. He pushed past him and searched the drawers for a lid, finally finding one that fit and throwing it on the pan.

"Sorry Gee, I was trying to make pancakes but it all went wrong."

Mikey softly said.

"It's okay Mikes, it doesn't matter."

Gerard wrapped his arms around him. He could feel his shoulder getting a little wet with his younger brother's tears.

"Gee, Mikey...what happened?..."

They heard from the door. Frankie was probably a bit freaked too. Mikey pulled off of Gerard and took his glasses off to wipe his eyes.

"Are you both okay?"

Frankie whispered.

"Yeah baby, we're fine. Just a pan caught fire."

Gerard smiled.

"It looks like someone tried to murder you in here."

Frankie laughed. The kitchen was a mess and it was definitely going to take a while to clean up.

"Do you guys want to go out for breakfast?"

Mikey asked, trying to avoid cleaning up his mess. They all agreed and Gerard walked back upstairs to change.

"Can I wear your black flag shirt...my shirt's a little dirty."

Frankie asked as he followed Gerard into the bedroom.

"Sure, wouldn't it be a little big on you?"

Gerard laughed. Frank pulled it over his head to try and prove him wrong. It was a bit baggy on him but he wore it anyway. Gerard went into the bathroom and put on a pair of really tight skinny jeans that he was quite surprised he could actually get on, and a faded blink 182 shirt. When he went back into his room he saw Frank was sitting crossed legged on the bed with his face buried in Gerard's clothes.

"Why are you inhaling my shirt?"

Gerard questioned. Frankie jumped and put it back on.

"I'm sorry...it just smells of coffee, cigarettes and paint...like you..."

Frankie blushed. Gerard laughed a little and kissed him again. Out of nowhere, Frank put his tongue down Gerard's throat and the older boy didn't resist. Gerard started to kiss him deeper too. He threw his arms round Frankie's neck and Frankie pulled him in closer to him. They continued to kiss and Gerard even let out a soft moan. All of a sudden Frank had pushed Gerard back on the bed and had climbed on top of him again, smirking. He pulled off his shirt, showing off his amazing body. He pulled off Gerard's shirt and threw it on the floor. The artist wasn't sure if he should be enjoying this right now. He opened his mouth to speak but Frankie put his finger over Gerard's lips.

"Shhhh Gee, don't say anything."

He whispered in Gerard's ear and started kissing him again. Oh God. Gerard wanted to, but he didn't...not now. He could feel Frankie's fingers circling the button of his jean. Just as he was about to unbutton them, Gerard sat up and pushed him away.

"I'm sorry Frankie...I can't do this right now. I love you but can't we do this when we come home?"

He bit his lip, feeling really bad now. You could tell Frank wasn't impressed.

"You're no fun Gerard."

He huffed, getting his shirt back on.

"Frankie."

Gerard whined.

"It's fine Gerard."

Frankie mumbled. He wasn't calling Gerard Gee anymore.

"Please sweetie."

Gerard tugged his arm and pulled him in for a kiss. He didn't resist either. After Frank pulled away he put his head on Gerard's bare chest.

"I just wanted to have some fun, sorry."

He said softly.

"It's fine Frankie, just Mikes is waiting for us and I'm not sure if my brother wants to hear me screaming your name..."

That made him giggle.

"But later baby, I promise."

Gerard kissed Frankie's forehead and wrapped his arms around him.

"Tonight?"

Frank asked, looking into Gerard's eyes.

"Tonight."

Gerard replied as he pulled his shirt back on and handed Frank his. Once they were both dressed they walked downstairs, hand in hand.

"What took you guys so long?"

Mikey asked.

"Nothing."

Gerard smiled innocently.

"Come on then, I'm hungry."

Mikey winced which made Gerard laugh a little. They all went to this little cafe on the opposite side of the park after much debate. Once they had ordered, Mikey pulled Gerard into the bathroom.

"What's wrong Mikes?"

Gerard asked.

"Look Gerard, I think you need to stop drawing and writing until it goes away."

By it he meant Frank.

"He is a person you know!?"

Gerard said, pretty pissed.

"Is he? Or is he just a figment of your imagination who just happened to come to life?..."

Mikey sniped. There was an awkward silence.

"Look...sorry. Just I think that you should let him do what he actually wants, okay?..."

Gerard nodded.

"And if he found out any of this stuff, that could trigger him..."

At first Gerard was confused but then he remembered.

"We still don't know if Frank has his powers or not, I don't think he does but I wouldn't bet on it."

Mikey concluded.

"Okay then I'll just work on other parts that don't involve Frankie."

Gerard sighed...that would be hard as Frank was in nearly every part.

"Good. You two do make quite a cute couple by the way, I like him better than that Bert guy."

That name sent shivers down Gerard's spine. He still hadn't told his brother about the incident yesterday and he thought it'd be better if he didn't.

"Thanks Mikes, I really like him."

Gerard blushed a little. Just then his boyfriend burst in.

"Sorry to disturb your little talk here, but your food's getting cold."

Frank said. Gerard nodded at him and looked at Mikey.

"So you promise you won't?"

Mikey asked.

"I promise."

Gerard said, even though he'd never been one to keep promises.

After they ate, Mikey said bye and drove back home. As Mikey had driven them there, Gerard and Frankie decided to walk back through the park. They were both walking hand in hand down the cobblestone pathway.

"Gee?"

Frankie asked after a while.

"Uh-huh?"

Gerard mumbled.

"Well, I've been wondering if, well...can I move in?"

He looked up at Gerard. Well, Gerard wasn't expecting that!

"Sure Frankie, I'd really like that. When?"

"Yay! Can I move in today?...all my stuff's in the car."

He trailed off.

"What about your apartment?"

Gerard questioned, tilting his head to the side.

"My landlord's a dick. I paid the last of my rent this week cause I can't wait to wake up to you everyday. I'm just glad you said yes."

Frankie skipped a little and kissed Gerard on the nose, making him giggle. Gerard kissed the tip of his nose back.

"I can't wait either."

Gerard blushed a little.

"Oh God Gee, your cheeks are all pinky."

Frankie giggled. They walked past the swings that Frankie went on the day before.

"Do you want a go?"

Gerard teased.

"No way...but I wouldn't mind you carrying me home again..."

Gerard took the hint and bend down a bit, offering Frankie a piggyback and making him giggle. Frankie jumped on and wrapped his arms around Gerard's neck, then kissed him on the cheek and closed his eyes.

"I love you so much."

He said softly.

"I love you more."

Gerard whispered and carried him home.

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