What's wrong with Way?...(edited)

Gerard woke up because Frank was trying, unsuccessfully, to wriggle out from underneath him. Yawning and rubbing tired eyes, wincing slightly as his hand brushed over the bandage stuck to his head, the older boy twisted round to look up at the squirming boy. Frank grinned.

"Hi sleepyhead..."

He giggled.

"Didn't mean to wake you, but I really need to pee..."

Gerard could have just let him get up, but he didn't. Smirking mischievously, he slid his hand from around Frank's waist and onto his upper thigh, squeezing gently before moving it slowly upwards. Frank gasped quietly, his hand shooting down to grab Gerard's wrist, halting his movements.

"Gee..."

He hissed urgently.

"Your mom and dad are in the kitchen. We can't, not here."

Gerard could see the logic in that. His mom had been fairly accepting of seeing them cuddled up together all this last week, but his dad, well that was another matter entirely. Every time Don Way entered the room to see Gerard curled into Frank's side, he got this look on his face, like he wanted to call them disgusting, or something...but he'd held his tongue so far. He had never been a particularly bigoted man, but 'gay' was something he was struggling to get his head around.

Gerard was pretty sure that if he walked in on his son, palming the cute black-haired boy through his skinnies...his head would probably explode.

Gerard sat himself up to allow Frank to move, and whimpered slightly at the pain in his head. Frank frowned and stroked his thumb down the redhead's pale cheek.

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

He whispered, concern shining in his big hazel eyes. Gerard nodded slowly, while pointing to his head, lip quivering slightly.

"Headache?..."

Frank questioned. Again, Gerard nodded.

"Stay here. I'll go pee then I'll get you some painkillers...ok?"

Gerard leaned his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes, feeling Frank leave his side and hearing him trot off down the hallway.

About a minute later the sofa dipped on his left. Gerard smiled and opened his eyes, but instead of seeing his Frankie sat there, he was faced by his scowling younger brother.

"I hate you...you get that, right?..."

Mikey sneered. Gerard whimpered and tried to back away.

"He was mine, you see. You just had to turn up and steal him..."

Gerard glanced quickly from Mikey to the hall doorway and back.

"Well, I will get him back...and you?...well, you'll be all alone..."

Tears tracked down the older brother's face. He'd never been frightened of Mikey before, but there was something so cold, so angry in his eyes now and it filled Gerard with dread.

"Why don't you just go back to school, Gerard?..."

The redhead flinched and Mikey smirked.

"Or better yet...kill yourself."

With that, Mikey hoisted himself out of the sofa and sauntered off into the kitchen, whistling something Gerard only vaguely recognised as Pinkly Smooth.

Mouth dry, palms moist with sweat, heart racing, body shaking and eyes wide, Gerard sat frozen in place, too shocked to react as he waited for Frank to come back from the bathroom.

When the younger boy came bouncing back, practically throwing himself onto the sofa, Gerard instantly buried himself in Frank's warm embrace.

"Hey...baby what's wrong?..."

Frank could feel Gerard trembling against him. The older boy was sobbing silently and clinging to Frank's shirt.

"Let's go upstairs..."

Frank stood, pulling a clearly distressed Gerard up with him, and guided him carefully out of the room and up the stairs. When they reached the room they had called theirs for the past week, Frank closed and locked the door, then sat Gerard onto the bed.

He knew that he wouldn't get an answer, but he had to ask.

"Gee?...what happened?"

Gerard's face was hidden in the younger boy's shoulder. Like before, he wanted to talk to him, to tell him why he was crying. What the hell was stopping him?

Lifting his eyes to meet curious hazel ones, Gerard swallowed deeply, then tried to speak.

"M-M-Mi..."

But he couldn't...he just couldn't. Throat closing up and tears streaming, Gerard dug his face back into Frank's neck, and his fingers into the boy's chest.

Frank sighed and softly kissed Gerard's head, while holding him close and stroking his silky red locks. Would he ever be able to talk to him? Tell him what was wrong?

Sniffing and whining pitifully, Gerard tried to remember the last time he'd actually spoken. It was so long ago now that he barely even remembered, but he did recall why he'd stopped...Bert!...it all came back...to Bert.

As memories flooded his mind, all else seemed to fade away. Gone were Frank and Mikey and gone were his parents. All that remained was that man and his cruel, nasty laugh...and the...things he used to do...

~flashback~

Gerard sat on the windowsill in his dorm room, earbuds in and blasting Misfits at full, ear-damaging volume. He was trying to take his mind off of what had happened last night, but his attempt wasn't exactly being successful.

"Did you eat dinner today Gerard?"

Bert had asked, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Yeah, I...I had a little. I was hungry."

Gerard had stammered back, staring at the floor.

"You need to stop that...you don't wanna be fat all your life...do you?..."

Bert had taken Gerard's chin in his hand and lifted it so their eyes met.

"It's not attractive."

Tears threatened to fall as Gerard remembered Bert's cruel words.

"Fat!...Ugly!...Loser!"

Bert was his boyfriend, but he wasn't exactly the nicest guy on campus. When they'd met, Gerard had been happy to finally have someone to talk to, to spend time with cause he'd always been kinda shy and found it hard to make friends. Now, he just wanted to be on his own again.

Staring out the window at teens rushing to their classes, Astro Zombies destroying his eardrums, Gerard didn't hear the door opening behind him, and he wasn't aware of Bert walking across the small space toward him. The first Gerard knew of the other man's presence in the room, was when he found himself being dragged violently off of the window sill by his hair, a yelp of pain escaping his lips as he landed with a thud on the hard floor.

Looking up, Gerard saw Bert smirking down at him.

"When will you learn?...you were nothing til I found you. You think you can just walk away from me?...not happening."

Gerard cowered in fear as Bert grabbed his hair again and started hauling him across the room to the closet. Gerard started to panic, thrashing and crying out as he was shoved into the tiny box.

"No...please no..."

He whimpered as the door was shut and padlocked.

"Bert?...Please?"

Bert banged on the door, the sound hurting Gerard's head as he curled up in the dark.

"I'll let you out when I think you deserve it."

Then, he walked away.

Gerard wasn't sure how long he was in there, but at some point he'd fallen asleep, his back and legs cramping slightly in the tight space. It could've been minutes, or hours...he didn't know. But when the door was yanked open, his still groggy form falling out onto the ground, it took a moment or two for reality to catch up to him. When it did, he saw Bert leering down at him as he undid his jeans and pushed them down his hips.

"You'll learn to do as you're told..."

Gerard shook with fear, this wasn't the first time Bert had done this.

"Now strip, and get on the damn bed..."

Bert was stronger than Gerard, and the redhead knew he had no choice. The one time he'd said no, Bert had beaten him so badly that he hadn't been able to leave his dorm room for three days. He probably should've gone to hospital. Standing on wobbly legs, head hung low, Gerard slowly pulled off his Smashing Pumpkins tee, then his fingers shakily worked on his belt and fly, as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Hurry the fuck up, you fat little slut."

Bert hissed, grabbing Gerard's skinnies and yanking them down his thin pale legs, before dragging the weeping boy across the room and throwing him face down onto the bed. Gerard cried openly as Bert crawled up on top of him and positioned himself between the artist's legs. Bert didn't bother to prep him and felt no need to use lube, so for Gerard, the next what felt like hours, was full of pain and tears and blood.

He could feel himself tearing, the hot wetness of the blood as it ran down his thighs and onto the dark blue sheets below him and he screamed. He couldn't help the desperate cries that escaped his lips as Bert pounded mercilessly into him, and as Bert realised that the noises might attract unwanted attention, he decided it was time to put a stop to them. Reaching forward, Bert wrapped his fingers around Gerard's long white throat and squeezed, as he continued to thrust without care.

Gerard's eyes bugged as he started thrashing and choking, his hands clawing and pulling as black spots started to invade his vision. Bert hissed in his ear.

"Shut the fuck up. You don't make a sound fr-from now on..."

His voice hitched as he approached his climax, slamming hard into the trembling boy beneath him.

"Not a word...understand?"

Gerard's lungs burned from lack of oxygen as his head swam and eyes blurred. He could hear Bert's words, even through the pounding of his own heartbeat, but by then he was too far gone to reply. And even if he could've breathed, could've spoken, he knew that Bert's question was rhetorical. He didn't want an answer, he just wanted Gerard to obey. So, from that moment on, Gerard never said a word. He never spoke, never so much as whispered.

As Bert finished in him and rolled off of the defeated redhead, releasing his throat from his tight grip, Gerard gasped for much needed air, then passed out. Bert dressed and left the room, not even sparing the unconscious male a backward glance as he departed.

Over the next two months, Bert would taunt and abuse, punch and kick and degrade, while Gerard remained silent, slowly losing the will to carry on until one night...one fateful night, when Gerard snapped and the frying pan thundered down onto the back of Bert's skull. Then, wide eyed and terrified, Gerard ran.

~end of flashback~

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

Frank had been shaking Gerard's shoulders in panic for several minutes now, and had gotten no response. He was about to go fetch Donna or Don, when suddenly Gerard's eyes flew open, he sat bolt upright, and he screamed...and screamed and screamed.

Frank didn't know what to do, and as he tried to calm the howling redhead down, he realised that maybe he was in over his head...just maybe, he wouldn't be able to save him after all.

Frank backed off the bed as Gerard screamed and shook and tore at his hair.

"Gee...please...please calm down..."

He cried as he heard urgent footsteps running up the stairs.

"Please Gee?"

Frantic banging on the bedroom door and Don's booming voice filled the room.

"OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY SON?..."

Frank's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. How could Mr. Way possibly think that Frank could hurt Gerard? Quickly Frank fiddled with the lock and was knocked to the ground as Don threw the door open and rushed inside. Gerard stopped screaming.

"What the?..."

Don asked in confusion, looking from the boy on the floor, to his son, sitting on the bed with his hands knotted in his unruly red hair and eyes looking like they were going to pop right out of his head.

"What's going on here?"

Frank pulled himself up with the aid of the doorframe and walked tentatively back toward Gerard.

"Gee?..."

He swallowed hard, glancing at the perplexed Papa Way, then refocusing on his petrified boyfriend.

"It's ok. You're safe here..."

A gasping sob came from the redhead, but nothing else. He hadn't moved an inch since he'd stopped howling, just sat staring wide eyed into space. Frank carefully crawled onto the edge of the bed, and knelt facing the clearly terrified boy.

"Gee? Can...can you hear me?"

In the doorway, Donna and Mikey stood, unsure what to do. Of course Mikey thought that Gerard was just doing this for attention, and he was getting close to just walking over there and punching his brother in the face. They used to be so close to each other, inseparable, but ever since he'd come home, Gerard had been nothing but a nuisance to Mikey's mind, and the sooner he was gone, the better.

Frank slowly moved closer, inching his way forward on his knees until he could look straight into Gerard's frightened eyes.

"Let go Gee..."

He whispered, gently prying the other's fingers from his hair.

"You're gonna pull it out."

Mikey scoffed. He'd had enough of this.

"I'm going out."

He huffed, then turned and walked away. Donna called after him, not understanding her son's odd behaviour, but getting no reply, she turned her attention back into the room.

Don stood statue-like in the middle of the floor, watching as the strange Iero boy stroked his fingers over the backs of Gerard's pale hands, and cooed softly to him. It was all a bit 'gay' if you asked Don Way, but right now, his love for his firstborn son far outweighed his ingrained homophobia, so he let it go...for now.

Gerard's heart rate was beginning to slow down and his breathing was becoming more steady...he was coming back.

Frank sighed in relief as he saw recognition flare in Gerard's eyes, and a moment later the redhead had flung himself into Frank's arms, clinging hopelessly to his chest and soaking his shirt with tears.

Wrapping his arms around the thin shaking figure, Frank placed a soft kiss to his head and whispered quietly in his ear.

"I love you Gee...no one's gonna hurt you now."

Donna stepped quietly into the room and took her husband's hand. He looked at her questioningly, but she just shook her head and lead him out to the hallway, closing the door after they passed through it. She knew how Don felt about Gerard and Frank, he'd moaned to her enough lately that she was well aware of his views, but she also knew that he loved his sons very much, and only wanted what was best for them. And if that turned out to be one Frank Iero, then so be it...she'd do whatever it took to make Don see that Frank was not there to destroy their lives, but was in fact there to save Gerard.

Convincing him would likely be an uphill battle, but Donna Way was never one to shy away from a challenge, and she wasn't about to start now.

Frank gently rocked Gerard in his arms, humming to him and murmuring comforting and reassuring words against his soft, silky hair.

"It's ok Gee...I'm here baby...you're safe now..."

After a while, Gerard's sobs reduced to the odd sniffle and Frank carefully laid them both down on the bed, his arms still wrapped protectively around Gerard's slight frame and Gerard's head rested on Frank's chest.

"That's it love, go to sleep now...and I'll be right here when you wake up..."

He whispered softly.

"Sleep now...I love you."

A few minutes later, Frank had drifted off to sleep himself, so he didn't hear when Gerard murmured his quiet reply.

"I love you too, Frankie."

Then Gerard closed his eyes and let himself fall into a deep, thankfully dreamless sleep.

~time passes~

A few hours later, the two boys were both woken by loud crashing thunder that sounded like it was right overhead, and seemed to make the whole house shake with its intense power. They could smell the ozone in the air and hear the crackle as lightning lit up their darkened room.

Neither of them were especially frightened of thunder storms, in fact Gerard had always found them sort of beautiful in a raw, violent way. But the fact it was so close, so loud had even him trembling a little in his boyfriend's arms.

Frank ran his fingers through Gerard's long red hair, cooing softly to him and reassuring him that they were safe, as the older boy buried himself in Frank's arms and clung fiercely to his shirt. Normally it wouldn't bother him this much, but with his mind being in such a fragile, turbulent state right now, it just seemed that every little thing could get to him.

Gerard needed something to take his mind off the horrors outside, and in.

Lifting his head to look into Frank's big hazel/green eyes, Gerard decided that now was the perfect time to continue what his mother had interrupted earlier.

Shifting around on the bed, he lightly touched his lips to the younger boy's neck.

"Err Gee?..."

Frank gasped slightly as Gerard's tongue danced over his sweet spot.

"What you doin'?..."

Gerard smirked up at him, then returned to sucking pretty red marks into Frank's pale skin.

"Ohh...Gee..."

Frank let his head fall back against the pillows as Gerard's hands began to explore his body. He could feel Gerard's cool fingers sliding up under his t-shirt, ghosting over his heated flesh.

"Don't tease Gee..."

He whined, twirling his hand through Gerard's silky locks as he felt himself getting hard. Gerard giggled against Frank's throat, then licked a stripe from his collarbone to his ear, before biting down hard on the lobe.

"OUCH!"

Frank shrieked in surprise, before he decided he should take control.

Now, Frank may be kinda small, but he's by no means weak, and all of a sudden Gerard found himself being flipped over onto his back and pinned down by the cute teen. If he'd had his voice, Gerard would've been asking for an explanation right about now, but all he could actually do was meep quietly and accept what was happening.

Frank attacked Gerard's neck with hot biting kisses before sitting up, removing his own tee, then diving back down onto the older boy's thin, pale chest and resuming his assault from before.

Gerard moaned as Frank started to grind down onto his already half-hard dick.

"Ahh...AHHHH!"

Frank pulled on Gerard's top until he couldn't lift it any more, due to the position they were in. Then he jumped off the bed unexpectedly and started undoing his skinny jeans, a huge grin plastered on his face. It only took a moment for Gerard's mind to catch up to what was happening, and then he quickly took off his tee and proceeded to unbuckle his pants, freezing only momentarily when Frank dropped his jeans, revealing that he'd gone commando today.

A second later, Gerard's pants and boxers met the rest of their clothes in a pile on the floor and Frank was climbing back onto the bed and crawling up in between the other boy's long, slim spread legs.

"My God..."

Frank breathed, drinking in Gerard's slim body, all laid out below him.

"You're so beautiful Gee..."

He whispered, before leaning over him and softly kissing his lips.

"I love you."

Gerard stroked his fingertips down Frank's chest. He wanted to say the words back, but when he opened his mouth nothing came out. Instead, he leaned up and gently kissed the boy's soft cheek.

Frank smiled, then started making his way slowly down Gerard's body, tasting every inch of skin along the way and paying particular attention to his nipples, licking and sucking the little buds til they were hard and sensitive, before continuing down over his stomach and nibbling on his hipbones, making Gerard writhe and whimper with desire.

Hands still wandering over Gerard's pale flesh, Frank kissed down his left inner thigh, then back up the right. Glancing up toward the older boy's face, he saw a look of bliss and knew he was ok to carry on. Frank tentatively licked a line up Gerard's by now totally hard member, then took the tip into his mouth, lapping up the pre-cum that leaked onto his inquisitive tongue.

Gerard moaned desperately, trying not to buck his hips as Frank slid his mouth further down Gerard's pulsating shaft.

"Ohh...ahhhh...uh uh uh...uh..."

After a few moments, Frank pulled off with a dirty wet pop, licked his lips then swiped his tongue once more over the head, before gently hoisting Gerard's knees onto his shoulders, gaining a squeak of shock from the red head. He then lowered his mouth toward Gerard's tight, puckered hole.

Gerard screamed out when Frank flicked his tongue and pressed it inside. He was struggling to hold it together and they both knew that at this rate he wouldn't last much longer.

Grabbing at Frank's hair, he lifted the younger boy's head away from his crotch and up toward his face. Frank wasn't sure what Gerard wanted, but it couldn't hurt to ask, right? He could use hand signals or something, couldn't he? Frank looked into Gerard's pretty hazel eyes.

"What do you want baby?...how can I make you feel good?"

He murmured, stroking Gerard's slightly sweaty red hair from his forehead and laying a tender kiss to the tip of his nose. Gerard swallowed hard. The words were there, it was just a case of getting them out. Closing his eyes and pulling Frank against him, Gerard said what he'd wanted, pretty much since the day he'd first laid eyes on the boy.

"Frankie..."

He whispered. Frank held his breath.

"M-make love to me?"

Frank's eyes bugged. Was he serious? Did he really want that?...and...OH MY GOD!...HE SPOKE!

"Gee..."

Frank whispered, stroking Gerard's flushed cheek. Gerard opened his eyes and looked up coyly.

"Are you sure?"

Gerard nodded, his eyes locked with the younger boy's.

"I n-need you."

He stuttered quietly, nervous excitement coursing through his veins.

"Ok..."

Frank smiled gently.

"I...err...I don't have any lube..."

He blushed red. Gerard giggled, then gabbed Frank's right hand and holding eye contact, sucked three fingers into his mouth. Gerard held Frank's wrist, rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand as he slid his tongue around the digits, coating them thoroughly in saliva. When they were wet enough, he removed them with a pop and looked up at Frank expectantly.

"I'll go slow..."

Frank murmured, moving his hand down to Gerard's entrance, the older boy tensing for a moment.

"Tell me if it hurts."

Gerard nodded, then Frank began rubbing his fingertip around his boyfriend's hole, drawing gasps and whimpers from his pink lips before pushing it carefully inside, the muscles clenching around his thin guitarist's finger. After a moment, he began thrusting it slowly in and out. Gerard's hands clasped at the sheets as Frank slid in a second finger beside the first, stretching the tight ring a little more, then lightly scissoring before adding the third.

Gerard's quiet noises turned into cries of distress and Frank stilled his movements.

"I'm sorry baby..."

He hummed, starting to remove his fingers. Gerard grabbed his wrist, breathing deep and holding him in place.

"Baby?..."

Gerard swallowed heavily, taking a few deep breaths before he began grinding down onto Frank's hand, a moan falling from his mouth as he fucked himself on the digits. Frank grinned.

"That's it gorgeous...fuck yourself good. That's right...you can take it..."

Gerard writhed and moaned for a minute, until Frank could take no more.

"Oh Gee...I need to be inside you right now..."

Gerard's eyes met with his lover's as he released Frank's wrist. Frank withdrew his fingers and sucked one into his mouth, groaning with desire, his eyes rolling back in his head. Gerard whined, making grabby-hands at the younger boy. Frank chuckled, removing the digit and spitting in his palm before reaching down to stroke his hard length a few times, slicking himself up.

Frank shuffled forward on his knees, leaning over Gerard to kiss him heatedly.

"You ready?..."

He panted into the other's mouth. Gerard nodded rapidly, his hands roaming over Frank's body. Frank sat back on his knees, lifting Gerard's hips and pressing his tip against Gerard's tight, hot hole.

"Ok baby...here goes..."

Pushing slowly forward, the head of Frank's rock-hard cock pressed into Gerard's tight ass, the older boy whimpering and clawing at Frank's bare shoulders.

"Ahhh...so tight Gee..."

Gerard was panting heavily, his pupils lust-blown and his skin slippery with sweat as Frank pushed the rest of the way in, bottoming out as his hips met Gerard's ass.

"So good baby..."

Frank allowed Gerard a minute to adjust to his size, before beginning to move, slowly thrusting in and out, their eyes locked as their hearts raced. Gerard moved to meet Frank's thrusts, he could feel his climax getting closer and his breath hitched as Frank sped up.

"I love you Gee...I love you, I love y-you..."

Frank's eyes rolled back as his vision whited out and his hips stuttered.

"Oh...Gee...I'm gonna...ahh...ahh..AHHHHH."

Frank came hard in Gerard's tight hole, spraying his walls with his hot white cum. The feeling of his beautiful boyfriend filling him up sent the older boy right over the edge, his back arching and a scream of ecstasy filling the room...luckily coinciding with a loud clap of thunder overhead as he shot his load over both their stomachs.

As they rocked together, wet bodies pressed close while they rode out their orgasms, neither noticed as the bedroom door quietly closed.

Coming down, clinging tight to one another they collapsed into a panting sweaty heap. Frank pulled out, Gerard wincing slightly against his neck.

"Are you ok baby?..."

Frank cooed, pushing damp hair from Gerard's face. Gerard nodded happily, snuggling into Frank's warm arms.

"I love you so much, my angel."

Gerard lifted his eyes to meet large hazel orbs.

"I love you too, Frankie..."

He whispered sleepily.

"Always."

Outside the door, a furious figure quietly raged. They would not be getting away with this...soon everything would change and that little slut would get everything he deserved.

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