Unreal...(edited)

"Gee, wake up, wake up..."

Frankie was jumping up and down on the bed like a little kid.

"It's our last day here, we gotta go do something..."

He bounced off the bed and ran to the bathroom.

"Hurry up."

Gerard groaned, rolling onto his front and burying his face in the pillows. He had managed to get a little sleep in the end, no more than an hour or so though and now, he was just exhausted, and still confused.

When Frankie reappeared a few minutes later, teeth and hair brushed and face washed, he frowned at the sight of his boyfriend trying to disappear under the bed sheets.

"Come on Geeee..."

He whined.

"I wanna try scuba diving."

Gerard lifted his head from the pillows and turned disbelieving eyes to the younger man.

"Scuba diving?..."

Frankie nodded, a huge grin plastered on his face. Gerard dropped his head back down.

"I can't swim Frankie."

He muttered, his cheeks pinking with embarrassment. He never had learned how, not after that incident when he'd nearly drowned in the bathtub when he was 4. Frankie sat on the edge of the bed, a little stunned actually.

"Really?..."

Gerard nodded and Frankie sighed.

"Well, I always wanted to try and it's not like I could do it in New York..."

He trailed off, disappointment clear in his voice. Gerard thought for a moment, if Frankie went scuba diving (and even just the thought of that sent terror coursing through his body) then Gerard could have more time to think things through, more time to consider if this whole thing was right or not...he needed more time.

"You go..."

He began, not giving himself the chance to change his mind. Frankie raised his eyebrows in shock.

"I need to sleep anyway and you're right...this is the perfect place to try it, and you might not get another opportunity like this."

Frankie pursed his lips and scowled.

"But it's our last day here...we should be together."

Gerard sat himself up and pulled Frankie into his lap, the younger man giggling at him.

"We have our whole lives to be together..."

He assured, though he wasn't entirely convinced he believed that himself.

"Today is just one day, and you've wanted to scuba for a long time, right?..."

Frankie nodded as he played absently with Gerard's hair.

"Right then, you have to go. And when you get back we'll go get something to eat, and then spend all evening in bed together."

He cooed, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Frankie grinned, a slight blush colouring his cheeks.

"Ok..."

He chuckled.

"But I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too,"

Gerard assured him, leaning in to gently kiss his soft lips.

After a few minutes of kissing and touching, causing Gerard to get a raging boner that he'd have to take care of himself, Frankie pulled away, winking cheekily cause he knew what state he'd left Gerard in. Frankie grabbed his wallet and headed out the door.

"See you later baby."

He called out, giggling as he closed the door as he could hear Gerard groan in frustration. He was really looking forward to today, it was just a shame that Gerard didn't want to come along.

~Time passes~

Frank really did have a fun day, except for having to deal with those three assholes on the boat who kept calling him shrimp, and shorty...but that was nothing, he could cope with that.

On the way back to the hotel, he got the weirdest feeling like someone was watching him. Turning around he saw them...the three assholes. This could not be good.

After Frank had left, Gerard went back to sleep for awhile, seeing as he only got an hour or two earlier. When he finally woke up it was late afternoon. He dragged himself out of bed and got dressed, still thinking about Frankie.

"I'm just being stupid, aren't I...of course Frankie loves me...I mean, he could of left me that day we had that big fight. But then...I did write him to come back to me. This is so fucking confusing!"

Gerard huffed at himself as he left his room to go and find some good coffee. He found Mikey while walking back.

"Oh hey Gee. What have you and Frankie been doing?"

He smiled.

"Y'know...stuff."

Gerard said as he wasn't in the mood for talking.

"Really? Stuff?..."

Mikey sighed.

"Where is he anyway?...I'm surprised he hasn't got his arm around your waist right now."

Gerard felt like he might burst into tears.

"He's...he's gone scuba diving."

Gerard sniffed.

"Oh."

Mikey replied before walking back toward Gerard's room with him. Just as they reached the door, Gerard heard his phone make a beeping noise. Maybe it was a text from Frankie? It wasn't though, it was an email. He opened it and found that it was from Mr. Simmonds. He read over it and it hit him...in just about a week, the comic book had to be finished...and he'd hardly even started. He felt like he was going to be sick.

Gerard ran into his room, locked the door and threw himself on the bed. OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod. He start sobbing loudly. He didn't know what to do. There's nothing he could do.

"GERARD!? What's wrong?..."

Gerard heard Mikey shout, banging on the door. He pulled his knees up to his chest and started rocking backwards and forwards, his breaths becoming fast and shaky. This couldn't be happening, not now.

"OPEN UP GEE!..."

Mikey screamed through the door. Gerard cried louder...he'd never reacted like this to anything before in his life, not this bad anyway. He couldn't not do it, he'd lose his job...but if he did it, he'd risk losing his sweet, precious Frankie. He didn't want to lose him...but he didn't want lose this job either. Mikey burst into the room and Gerard cowered away from him.

"GERARD WHAT HAPPENED?..."

He shouted but then heard Gerard cry ever louder.

"Gee, please tell me? You look like you've seen a ghost."

He said a lot softer.

"You...you promise n-not to t-tell anyone?"

Gerard mumbled.

"Yes Gerard, just tell me what's wrong."

Gerard took a breath, then told him everything.

~Time passes~

"Oh Lord Gee, I'm not sure how your gonna get out of this one..."

Mikey said quietly. Gerard started to freak out again.

"Come on, you'll be fine Gee. I'm sure Simmonds will give you some more time and you can explain it all to Frank...it'll be fine."

Mikey says softly.

"I CAN'T TELL FRANKIE! HE'D LEAVE ME!"

Gerard screamed, making Mikey jump.

"No Gerard, Frank loves you! He wouldn't break up with you."

"I...I...maybe you're right."

Gerard said, even though he wasn't at all certain.

"No, you know I'm right...have I ever steered you wrong?..."

Gerard sniffed and shook his head slightly.

"Here, you should wash your face a little, your eyes are bright red."

Mikey smiled softly and Gerard smiled back at him a little, still sniffing.

"What's the t-time Mikes?"

He asked, getting up on shaky legs.

"Half seven. Why?"

"Frankie should be back by now. I need to go f-find him."

Gerard cried.

"Wait, Gerar..."

Gerard didn't hear what he said as he zoomed out of the room and out of the hotel, frantically trying to find his Frankie.

Gerard ran out onto the beach. He needed to find Frankie, though he still wasn't sure what he'd do when he did. Should he tell him the truth? Mikey said that Frankie loves him, and wouldn't leave him...but was that right? Could he trust that the boy that shouldn't even exist, would stay with him if he confessed what he'd done? Or would he just think him mad?

Urgh! This was all just so confusing!

As Gerard headed down toward the marina, he nervously passed a group of three muscly men heading in the opposite direction, all laughing obnoxiously loud and talking about "..that little runt.." and how he'd "..folded like a bad hand at poker.."

Fearing he might get similar treatment, Gerard kept his head down and scurried quickly on his way. It wasn't until they were well past each other that Gerard realised that they were talking about Frankie.

"Should've shaved the rest of his head."

One of them guffawed as they disappeared around a corner. NO! Oh nonononono!...it couldn't be...please God no? Picking up his pace, Gerard hurried along the pathway toward the docks. Now, even more than before, he had to find...

"FRANKIE?!..."

There on the ground, laying underneath the first of five wooden jetties that made up the small marina, was Frankie. Gerard felt his heart stop and his stomach drop when he saw the state of his beautiful boyfriend. There were bruises and cuts all over his face and bare arms, he was clearly unconscious and his breathing was shallow and ragged. But as Gerard dropped to his knees in the sand and pulled Frankie's limp body into his lap, cradling the younger boy's head against his chest, he noticed something through his tears.

Rubbing the palm of his hand over his eyes cause he thought he must be seeing things, Gerard stared down at Frankie's face as one by one his cuts and bruises began to heal, right before the artist's astonished eyes

"Oh...my God!"

Frankie from the comic, was really Frankie from the comic...supernatural powers and all. Well, this would be interesting.

As the last of Frankie's wounds finished healing, his cracked ribs popped back into place and his breathing returned to normal, Gerard braced himself the best he could for whatever was going to happen next.

Slowly Frankie's eyes fluttered open.

"G-Gee?"

He sounded confused, not surprisedly. He wasn't the only one.

"Hey Frankie."

"What happened?"

The younger boy asked as he pushed himself to sit upright.

"You don't remember?..."

Frankie shook his head.

"I think you got jumped. I found you unconscious..."

He didn't mention the injuries...or how they'd healed.

"How do you feel?"

Frankie shrugged one shoulder.

"I don't know...ok I guess..."

He looked around them.

"Why are we under the pier?"

Gerard tilted his head a little to the right and sighed.

"No clue baby."

He giggled. Frankie turned back toward him, a grin stretching his sweet lips and a wicked glint in his eye.

"Kinda private here, don't you think?"

He winked. Gerard swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Um..."

He didn't get a chance to answer, as Frankie launched himself on top of him and pinned him down, straddling his hips and quickly shoving his tongue down his throat as Gerard gasped in shock. Frankie's hands were up Gerard's shirt and exploring his soft skin before he even knew what was happening. As Frankie's lips moved down over Gerard's jaw and down his throat, Gerard let out a low moan, Frankie smirked against his heated skin.

"You like that baby?..."

All Gerard could do was hum his agreement.

"Too many clothes..."

Frankie growled, ripping Gerard's t-shirt from his body. Gerard gasped, his eyes growing wide. Frankie sat back and stared down at Gerard's naked chest in awe.

"So beautiful..."

He whispered, watching as Gerard blushed crimson, the colour spreading from his cheeks, across his nose and all down his torso.

"I love you so much baby..."

Gerard felt happy tears slip from his eyes and he smiled up at Frankie so he'd know they were tears of joy. Frankie leaned down and softly kissed over his lover's heart.

"Mine."

He sighed, grinning as he looked up at Gerard through his long lashes for a moment, before resuming his slow exploration of the other's pale chest.

Gerard could barely think straight right now let alone answer, so when Frankie's teeth took hold of his zipper and began to draw it down, all he could manage was a sharp intake of breath, followed by a shaky groan of anticipation. Gerard lifted his hips to allow Frankie to slide his skinny jeans down and off, after he'd kicked off his shoes, leaving him in just his boxers. Frankie was still fully clothed.

"Frankieeee."

Gerard whined, pulling on the younger man's tee. Frankie giggled...God, that sounded like angels singing.

"Ok baby, ok."

Then he was dragging his top up over his head and throwing it behind him onto the sand. Gerard's fingers traced over Frankie's swallow tattoos as he undid his flies, he whimpered as Frankie moved away and stood up, but grinned as he realised that his lover was just removing his pants.

Frankie glanced around the night-darkened beach, there wasn't another soul in sight, just him and the beautiful creature laying below him. Frankie pushed his boxers off his hips and let them fall to the ground, his hard-on springing free in the warm night air, then he lowered himself back down over Gerard's slim body, a loving smile playing on his lips as he pressed them to the older man's.

Gerard shivered as Frankie's fingers traced faint patterns against his ribs and they kissed languidly. Frankie moaned as Gerard ran his fingers through his hair.

"Fra-Frankie..."

Gerard whimpered as he ground up against his lover.

"I...I need...uhh..."

Frankie got the message and took hold of the top of Gerard's black boxers, sliding them down and making a point of brushing his fingertips along Gerard's hard, flushed dick...making him squirm and gasp.

"Oh, Frankie."

Frankie pulled the thin fabric all the way down Gerard's long slim legs, kissing, licking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs on the way, eliciting moans and shudders of pleasure from the older man. Once they were both naked, Frankie gently pushed Gerard's legs apart and moved up to settle between his wide spread knees.

"Suck."

Frankie murmured, pressing three fingers against Gerard's slightly parted lips, almost loosing it as Gerard sucked and licked as the digits, thoroughly coating them with saliva. When he was satisfied that they were slick enough, Frankie removed his fingers from Gerard's talented mouth and trailed them slowly down his chest, before rubbing the tip of one in small circles around Gerard's tight puckered hole.

Gerard writhed and whined, trying to push down onto Frankie's teasing finger, until Frankie decided enough was enough and pushed two fingers straight in...cause he knew Gerard could handle it.

Gerard cried out, his body jolting at the sudden intrusion. Frankie stilled.

"You ok baby?"

Concern laced his voice. Gerard panted for a moment, then nodded, wiggling his ass a little to tell Frankie it was alright to continue. Frankie grinned, leaning down and placing tender kisses to his lover's ever-so-slightly too prominent hipbone, as he began to move his fingers in and out, scissoring them a few times before removing them, then sliding in all three. Gerard winced quietly, but was soon pushing down on Frankie's fingers, practically fucking himself on them and moaning like a cheep whore as the younger man thrust them quickly, while subtly altering the angle in search of the spot that would make Gerard scream and buck like crazy. When he found it, his fingertips brushing lightly over the gland, Gerard cried out, his whole body flailing wildly for a second.

"F-Frankiiiee. P-please?"

He whimpered, one hand moving up to tug at his own hair while the other clenched and unclenched in the soft sand.

"Ok baby..."

Frankie reassured, gently sliding his fingers out.

"Get on your hands and knees for me..."

Gerard moaned at the mere idea of this and quickly changed his position, sticking his ass in the air towards Frankie, his dick hanging heavy and dark between his spread legs. Just seeing Gerard's pert little ass, his tight little hole all stretched and ready for him made Frankie's cock twitch and leak pre-cum onto the sand below.

"Oh God baby, you look so hot like this...all desperate and needy..."

He gripped Gerard's hip, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he licked his other hand, before using his own spit and pre-cum to lube up his cock.

"You ready baby?"

Gerard nodded, not trusting his voice right now. Frankie lined himself up and slowly pushed forward, his tip pressing against the tight ring of muscle for a moment, then sinking in as it gave way to him, Gerard groaning at the stretch and slight drag, while Frankie moaned as the tight heat enveloped his thick, hard cock.

Gerard shuddered and panted as Frankie pushed further in, both hands now gripping the other man's hips, holding him still, fingers leaving indents in their wake. As Frankie bottomed out, coming to rest with his hips flush against Gerard's soft white ass, he leaned forward over his lover's back while stroking soothingly up and down his sides and whispering loving words in his ear, as he waited patiently for Gerard to adjust, the older man panting and sobbing ever so slightly.

After a few minutes, Gerard started to push back a little.

"You sure you're ready baby?"

Frankie cooed, he didn't want to hurt him. Gerard nodded.

"P-please..."

That was all that Frankie needed to hear before he started to move in a slow, steady rhythm. In...and out. In...and out. In...

"Ahhh...F-Frankieeee..."

Gerard moaned, perhaps a little louder than he should have.

"Harder...p-please."

"Anything for you!"

Frankie growled, his voice deep with lust as he picked up his speed, thrusting hard and fast, the sounds of their moans and skin slapping skin filling the night air. Gerard's heavy erection was becoming painful now, if someone didn't touch him soon, he was pretty sure it would drop off.

"Touch me...p-pleeease?"

He whimpered, feeling tears slip from his eyes.

"I got you baby..."

Frankie murmured as he reached one arm around his lover's body and wrapped his skilled fingers around the older man's shaft. Gerard cried out in relief as Frankie began to stroke his hand up and down his swollen dick, in time with his hard, fast thrusts.

"That's it baby...let me hear your beautiful voice."

"Close Frankie. So cloooooooo..."

BINGO! He'd found his prostate. Frankie continued thrusting at the same angle, hitting Gerard's hot-spot dead on every time for about a minute, Gerard gasping and writhing in ecstasy, until...

"Oh God I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

"Cum for me."

Frankie whispered.

"AHHHHHH!!"

Gerard came hard, screaming out as his vision whited out and rope after rope of sticky cum flew into the sand, his body shaking with exertion, his muscles clenching tight around Frankie's cock. Exhaustion hitting him like a truck, Gerard's arms gave way beneath him, Frankie catching him before he fell and holding him up against his body as he continued to thrust hard into him just a few more times before he came, decorating Gerard's insides and moaning out his name for the world to hear.

Panting and shaking, Frankie gently pulled out, both men hissing slightly at the over-stimulation before Frankie lifted Gerard away from the sticky patch of sand and carefully lay him down, stroking his side, kissing his neck and curling up behind him, spooning the older man as he trembled and sobbed softly.

"Shhh...I got you baby...I got you..."

Frankie murmured as he soothed his boyfriend.

"Baby...you ok?..."

He could feel Gerard still shaking, and he could hear his quiet sobs even though he was trying to keep them silent.

"Baby, what's wrong?..."

Gerard screwed his eyes tight shut and tried to stop the tears from falling, but he just couldn't.

Everything was such a mess. Tonight had been so wonderful, so perfect and he was about to ruin it...cause at the back of his mind, was still the fact that Frankie came from that damn comic, and that he had to finish writing it to keep his job, and if he did...well, he'd lose Frankie then, and he couldn't face losing him, and he needed to tell him, but then he'd probably lose him anyway, and...URRRGH! Why did everything have to be so FUCKING complicated?!

"Gee?"

Frankie was getting really worried now, terrifying questions flooding his mind like, had he hurt him? and, had Gerard not wanted to?

Slowly, Gerard turned to face him, tears making tracks down his pale face.

"Frankie...get dressed please. I need to talk to you."

Oh shit!

After Gerard and Frankie got dressed, they both started walking down the moonlight beach. Gerard had never felt like this before...it was the most horrible feeling he had ever felt. Frank didn't look much better than him though. He had a nervous look on his face, biting his lip so hard it started to bleed and he was sweating quite a lot. After a few minutes of walking in silence, he stopped, blocking Gerard's path.

"Gee, can you please tell me what's wrong? I don't think I can wait any longer..."

He said shakily. A bead of sweat fell down Gerard's forehead...he couldn't do this. He just couldn't. This wasn't fair on either of them.

"You"re not cheating on me, are you?"

Frank asked, looking like he was about to burst into tears.

"What?...no way Frankie! I would never ever do that to you, ever!"

Gerard reassured him, shocked he would even think that.

"Well, I can't be the only guy who thinks you're good looking baby..."

He winked at Gerard who turned pink in reply.

"Now can you tell me what's on your mind?"

Frank asked, giving Gerard a serious look. The frightened artist took a deep breath. Okay, he could do this. Everything would work out. He could do this!

"Frankie..."

He nodded for Gerard to continue.

"Frankie, you're a comic book character."

Gerard choked out. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. What had he done? He looked up at Frank, but was surprised to see that he wasn't upset...he was laughing.

"Gee c'mon, what's really up?"

He said between giggles. Gerard took another deep breath.

"No Frankie, it's true. You are a comic book character..."

He sighed, eyes slipping down to the warm still sand between them.

"About a month ago I had an idea for this comic and well, you were the main character...I didn't know this would happen but..."

He trailed off. He didn't know what else to say. Frankie was no longer laughing, but crying. He had a hurt look on his face.

"Look, I know this is a lot to take in, but I don't know what else to do baby...I need this job but I need you more..."

Frank looked up at Gerard with his big, red, swollen eyes. Gerard started to cry, he wished he'd never told him...but it was all too late now. He wiped his eyes so he could see clearer.

"Prove it."

Frankie whispered.

"Huh?"

"PROVE IT! PROVE THAT I'M A FUCKING COMIC BOOK CHARACTER! PROVE IT CAUSE I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU AND I THINK YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO GET RID OF ME...PROVE IT!"

He screamed.

"FINE!"

Gerard yelled back. He searched my pockets for paper and maybe a pen. He was successful and started drawing. In hindsight, maybe making Frank doing ridiculous things wasn't the best idea but he was angry and Gerard wanted to prove he was telling the truth. Frank was completely under Gerard's control and in the moment, he didn't feel any remorse for anything he was doing. He kept looking up to see if it was working and it was. He scribbled his pencil furiously across the crumpled paper, so hard that it broke away. As soon as he stopped, Frankie fell to his knees, out of breath. Then it hit Gerard that he really shouldn't of done that. That was too far.

"I'm...I'm sorry baby I just..."

Frank cut him off, struggling back to his feet.

"I BELIEVE YOU, OKAY!..."

He screamed. Gerard stepped toward him but Frank stepped back.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

He yelled. Just then, in the heat of the moment, Gerard slapped him straight across the face, leaving a large red mark. A second later, Gerard's hands slapped over his own mouth and tears slipped from his eyes, he couldn't believe he'd done that...he didn't know what to say. He'd never felt so ashamed in his life. He instantly wanted to apologise but before he could, there was a bright light and then everything went black.

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