The Light Behind Your Eyes (Frerard vs Waycest)

"What are you drawing?" A voice behind him asked, making Gerard jump and thus causing the pencil to make a very unwanted line right through his perfect drawing. He had finally gotten the perfect bone structure, the perfect eyes, the perfect lip arch, the perfect little fingers...everything was perfect and now it was all ruined.
Gerard slowly turned around and flinched. It was the boy he had been sketching. Gerard didn't know his name, and didn't need to to know that he was perfect for sketching. The nice jet black hair that was shaved and blonde on one side, nice hazel eyes outlined in red with big black exes on each, a black button up with a red tie and black skinny jeans that Gerard recognized as the school uniform. "I-I'm sorry..." Gerard whispered, scared to make eye contact for fear of the anger he knew would be there.
"Whoa! Is that me?!" The boy asked excitedly, desperately looking over Gerard's shoulder.
"Um, yeah..." Gerard muttered, knowing his face had turned crimson. "Wow! Super cool!" The boy gushed and Gerard actually looked at him since he came over here.
No insults like "faggot" or "idiot" or "stalker" or "emo loser" or any other of the insults he had been called when he had been caught sketching someone had tainted those perfect lips.
"It's like looking in the mirror! You're skilled, man!"
"Y-you like it?" Gerard asked and the boy tore his eyes away from the sketch to look at Gerard and Gerard gasped. This boy had the most beautiful eyes you could ever dream of.
"I love it! It's amazing!"
"A-and you're n-not gonna h-hit m-me?" Gerard asked uncertainty, flinching again.
"No. Why would I hit you?" The boy knitted his eyebrows together in confusion.
"B-because I was d-drawing you. W-watching you and n-not asking p-permission."
"Well, I'm Frank Iero, and whoever hit you for creating such a masterpiece is an idiot with no eye for true art and I promise I'm not like that." Frank smiled brightly and Gerard realized he just wanted to keep drawing Frank over and over again. The crooked smile and bright eyes were dazzling in the darkness that was Gerard's world. "U-Um, I'm G-Gerard Way." Gerard introduced, holding his hand out awkwardly.
Frank grasped his hand tightly and Gerard gasped. Frank's hand was so warm in his cold one and it seemed to fit perfectly into his hand. Gerard's blush darkened at the sound he made, but Frank showed no signs of hearing it. If he did, he was good at pretending.
"Oh! Is Mikey Way like your brother or something?" Frank asked and Gerard nodded.
"Yeah, my brother. Why?"
"He's in my class, man!" Frank kept on smiling. "But he's too shy actually talk to anyone. Well, in that class, I mean."
"W-what?" Gerard asked in confusion. Gerard shook his head. "Sorry, I genuinely thought you were older!" Frank laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I know. Everyone tells me that."
"But, your shortness is kind of a dead give away." Gerard joked awkwardly and Frank slapped him lightly on the shoulder.
"I am not short!" Frank said a little too loudly, causing a few people to look over. "Everyone is just freakishly tall!!"
"If you two are not studying, please get out." The librarian said rudely and basically shooed them away.
"Oh, one sec, man!" Frank called as he ran to get his bag and everything from his table. Gerard chuckled quietly to himself as he gathered all his art supplies and everything and met Frank halfway. "Mine or yours?" Frank asked as soon as he was within earshot. "What?" Gerard asked, genuinely confused as to what Frank could be asking
"We are officially friends now, so my house or yours?" Gerard chuckled a little.
"Mine's right around the corner, so mine?"
"Sure!" Frank grinned and let Gerard lead the way. On the way over they discussed msuic, and argued about how Blink-182 was way better than Fall Out Boy and how American Idiot was one of the best Green Day albums.
"Well, we're here." Gerard said awkwardly, doing a weird gesture with his hands.
"Cool!" Frank said, nodding to Gerard to go on and together they walked up the bright blue house where it looked like Gerard didn't belong at all.
"Mikey! I'm home!" Gerard called as the key turned in the lock. "Welcome home, babe!" Mikey called and Gerard giggled with him, leaving Frank confused of their retinue.
"Mikes, come here!" Gerard called and the younger appeared with a cup of coffee in hand, his grin falling when he saw Frank. "This is Frank," Frank gave a small wave. "We met at the library and you guys are the same age."
"Yeah, I know him." Mikey replied dryly, walking back to the kitchen. "Coffee's on the counter if you want some!" Mikey called as he descended down the stairs to their shared bedroom.
"What was the about?" Gerard mumbled to himself more than to Frank. Frank shrugged anyway.
"Hey, maybe you should go talk to him. I better get home anyway." Frank said before turning towards the door. "Oh, here." Frank uncapped a pen he had dug out of his bag with his mouth and grabbed Gerard's arm, scribbling his number messily on the skin. "Alright, cool." Gerard said, really not wanting Frank to leave. He was having more fun then he had had in a long time. "Oh, um," Gerard blushed and smiled at the same time as he read his arm.
"I'll text you later, then." Frank pulled him into a quick bro hug thing. "Bye, man. See ya later." Frank walked out the door, thus leaving Gerard alone to settle matters with his stone-faced younger brother. "Michael fucking Way, care to tell me what your problem is?!" Gerard asked, tapping his foot impatiently. He would not yell, but he did not have to to prove he was pretty fucking mad.
"What do you mean?" Mikey asked, acting oblivious as he tapped away on his phone, pissing Gerard off more. And this was a rare thing, for the Way brothers never fought.
"Don't act stupid with me." Gerard hissed, making Mikey pause mid-tweet. "What was that with Frank just now?!" Mikey sighed and put his phone away.
"He's a fucking pot-head, Gerard," and we could tell Mikey was pissed, too, because he rarely used Gerard's full name. "He comes to school stoned or with a hangover at least five times a week and honestly, I care about you, so why wouldn't I be fucking mad?" Mikey asked, glaring at his brother.
"Because you're my brother and you're suppose to be supportive of me!" Gerard almost screeched. "Gerard, Gee, Frank's a douche. Please, please, make better friends...." Mikey attempted on defending himself.
"I make one friend, ONE, and you are already making fun of him! Have you even talked to him?!"
"No, and I don't need to. I can tell by the way he's talked to everyone else, though!" Mikey was beginning to raise his voice, something he rarely does, and Gerard knew he was getting on his brother's last nerve.
"Yeah?! Well, what if I LIKE him?! What if we become lovers, boyfriends?!" Gerard screamed. Mikey got up off his bed slowly, an action that chilled Gerard to the bone, and walked to his brother. Before he could protest, Mikey had Gerard by his stupid school tie and had his cold lips pressed against Mikey's warm one's in an angry kiss. Gerard opened his mouth to protest and Mikey took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue in. Gerard stopped struggling and all his brain could processes was how wrong this was. It wasn't right. Brothers don't make out. They don't have feelings for each other and Fuck! This is so illegal! But he still kissed back. He still moaned in pleasure when Mikey bit down softly but surely on his bottom lip. He Still pulled Mikey as close as there bodies would allow. Mikey reluctantly let go of Gerard's lips and kissed along his jaw, his neck, and Gerard was left panting hard and thinking. Gerard showed Mikey away from him, his neck starting to bruise where Mikey had sucked and bit at it. Mikey stared at him while Gerard stuttered.
"I-I can't, Mikey. I can't. I-I'm sorry!" Gerard stared back at his brother's emotionless eyes, yet he could tell he had hurt him. That's how close they were and Gerard was just about to ruin it. "It's illegal, Mikey! I'm sorry!"
"Oh, yeah?" Mikey asked quietly. "You know what else is illegal?" Mikey didn't break his gaze away from his brother but he knew the hurt was visible in both of their eyes. "Underaged drinking, Gerard, you're not even supposed to step foot into a bar! Getting high every other night is illegal, too, Gerard, and so is just about everything that Frank does!" With the way Mikey spoke Frank's name, you'd think it was poison. Mikey's voice was getting louder with every word he spoke and it was obvious he was pissed. "But that doesn't stop you, Gerard, so why is this any different? I know it's not because I'm a guy, even a blind person could see that. So what is it?! Why can't you be with me?! We've been close since forever, and It's painfully obvious that I've had a crush on you, so what. Is. wrong?!"
"I-I" Gerard was stunned, Mikey was never mad at him. Never for this long and yes, it had only been an hour since Gerard came down here. Gerard felt tears coming as he spun away from Mikey. Gerard ran up the stairs and out the back door, and almost running into the gate that he had forgot was even there. He ran out past the rain and he wondered if anyone could tell the tears from rain anymore. Gerard ran to a deserted park a few blocks away from his house and sat down on one of the swings, trying to catch his breath. He wasn't the most fit person, after all. He sang silently back and forth and picked up his phone out of hiss pocket. 'Can I come over? -Gerard.' Gerard pressed send and waited nervously for the response.
A few minutes later, his phone cheeped with a reply. 'Um nws nt an excellent time....y? -Frnk' Frank's obvious typing mistakes made Gerard's teeth hurt as he quickly typed a reply, his hands shaking from the cold.
'Uh, Mikey and I got into a little bit of a fight and I'm kind of scared to go back, you know?"
"Ah ok fine." Frank told Gerard the address and Gerard started his way to the other boy's house. Would he ask questions? What do I tell him? Can I trust him? Will Mikey get mad if I do? Okay, Probably. So many questions swarmed Gerard's mind and he really hoped his fingers wouldn't fall off from the cold. Dumb as he was, he forgot his coat.
"Gerard! Omg my god! Are you okay?!" Frank asked, rushing Gerard into his house and up the stairs. Gerard could barely talk, his teeth were chattering that bad. "Oh my god, okay. Gerard, strip. Right now, I don't care about your male pride!" The suggestion alone made Gerard's face warm up right away. But Gerard did what he was told as Frank ran a bath for him. He tried hard to cover his...you know, and Frank chuckled at him, Probably noticing from the corner of his eye. "Uh, Gerard, hate to break it to you, but I'm a man. I see that every single day." Gerard's face grew warmer and he really wanted to just crawl into a hole and die. Frank laughed and put his hand under the water. "Here, the bath's ready. Don't take too long because the water gets cold really easily. I'll grab you a pair of pajamas, okay? You're staying the night here."
"T-Thank y-you." Gerard attempted words and Frank smiled.
"Don't talk, okay? Don't struggle on my behalf. You're welcome, now hurry!" Frank laughed and exited the bathroom, leaving Gerard alone to think about where he stood with both Frank and Mikey.
Well, he really likes Mikey, but he never thought of a relationship. Why would he? This was his brother! But Mikey was right....He had done illegal stuff before. And he said Frank did too. How much did Mikey know exactly about Frank and why?
But with Frank they could talk about anything and Gerard would end up blushing...does that mean Gerard had feeling for the other boy or was just easily embarrassed? And Gerard constantly catches himself staring at Frank's eyes and lips, wondering how Frank was blessed with such beautiful eyes and how he could kiss some one with a lip ring in. Gerard also wondered if he'd like to find out.
Gerard sunk lower in the bath until his mouth was under the water. He knew be was blushing again. He needed to figure this out and soon.
"Have a nice bath?" Frank asked as Gerard came out of the bathroom minutes after his self-war.
"Yeah, thanks. And thanks for letting me stay the night here." Gerard sighed as he excepted the clothes Frank handed him.
"Um, I knew none of my clothes would fit you, so I ran to the store, tell me if they don't fit I'll return them and get the right ones."
"You didn't have to-"
"I did. Besides, you can leave these here and we can have another sleepover!" Frank cut him off sturnly but ended up grinning anyway. "Now, go change! There's a horror movie I want to watch that comes on in a few minutes!!"
"Which movie?" Gerard shouted as he pulled the clothes on in the bathroom.
"Night of the Living Dead!" Frank practically squealed.
"Oh my God, I forgot it was on tonight!" Gerard yelled, almost triping over the pajama pants as he tried to pull them up.
"You're a fan?!" Frank squealed in disbelief.
"Hell yeah!!" Gerard yelled and the looked himself over in the mirror. The pajamas for perfectly, how did Frank know? "They fit." Gerard said awkwardly as he exited the bathroom, a shy blush on his face. "Okay, good, now let's watch!!" Frank clapped his hands together excitedly and they walked to the living room together.
"Oh, um," Frank said after the movie, scratching the back of his neck. "There's only one bed, so I'll sleep on the floor."
"No way, I won't let you. You take the bed, I got the floor."
"No way, man, you're the guest." Frank argued.
"I've slept on the floor plenty times, it's fine, I'm sleeping on the floor." Gerard crossed his arms and Frank sighed. Gerard smiled proudly, he won!
"Um, can I have some blankets and pillows?" Gerard asked when Frank laid down in the bed.
"How come?" Frank asked, grinning.
"I'm sleeping on the floor, remember?" Gerard knew his face was flushed now.
"Well, if you won't agree with me, I guess there's no choice." Frank did a little mock sigh as he stood up and walked behind Gerard. He tried to turn around before he was tackled unexpectedly into the bed. "We both'll have to sleep in the bed." Frank grinned, proud of himself.
"You didn't have to break all of my bones to tell me that!" Gerard chuckled, climbing halfway next to Frank before freezing.
"What's wrong?" Frank asked, sitting up again.
"Um, I'm gay, Frank..." Gerard whispered softly, closing his eyes tightly.
"So?"
"So, you don't care?" Gerard asked, confused.
"No way, man. Homophobia's gay. Besides, there's no problem unless you try to rape me in my sleep." Frank paused for a minute, biting his lip ring delicately between his teeth. "Actually, that's a problem with both genders." Frank laughed and Gerard relaxed besides him, closing his eyes.
This turned out to be an okay day.

Notes

So this is my first official My Chemical Romance fan fiction, so please be nice! Constructive criticism is very welcome and I'd like to do anything to make this story better! So message me with your ideas or just saying how bad/good it was and if I should or shouldn't continue it! Have an awesome day!!