Frankie Baby

It was a short drive from the house to the diner. Of course Gerard’s hand stayed on my thigh , gently squeezing every once and a while. The diner was bustling by the time we walked in. Waitresses scurrying around with steaming plates of food. Some girls and boys were dancing around. The jukebox was blasting Hound Dog although it was Christmas. A group of greasers were perched at the bar stools and half the tables were crowded with people. Gerard smiled down at me and led us to a secluded table. When we passed by the greasers some turned and shot me menacing looks, some lustful. Gerard immediately wrapped a protective arm around me , glaring at the bunch. I turned away and huddled closer to Gerard , who pulled me closer to his side. We settled into the last booth , Gerard taking the seat across from me. I glanced back over to the group of hoods. One caught my look and held eye contact. My stomach twisted into knots when he mouthed the word ‘fag’ , then smirking. I looked back to Gerard who was glaring at the table , his fists balled. “You okay?” I furrowed my brow and placed my hand over his. He took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders. “Yeah babe im alright.” he took my hand then shot a glare at the group , who were now blowing straws at the waitresses. “Those bozos...” He growled squeezing my hand, his body growing tense again. “Hey , calm down.” i whispered. Rubbing his hand attempting to calm him down. He looked genuinely annoyed with this group. As if on queue the gang crowded around the table. Gerard released my hand gently and stared daggers at the group. They all looked reckless , ready for a fight. The one standing in the front was rather handsome. His features were sharp , his smile exceedingly dangerous. He had piercing blue eyes. Blonde hair greased back , leaving a few strands to hang on his forehead. But no doubt Gerard was way more attractive. “Well , well isnt it Gerard Way!” The blonde exclaimed sliding into the seat next to mine. A burning cigarette spewing smoke from in between his fingers , making my eyes water over. He threw an arm around me , making me automatically stiffen. Gerard tensed as well , his face growing slightly red. “Whaddaya want , Vox?” Gerard snipped , leaning forward , his jaw muscles working in frustration. Vox’s grip around me tightened. I squirmed and leaned away slightly. “Who’s this? Ya boyfriend?” Vox sneered , caressing my face. In a split second Gerard lunged forward and grabbed Vox’s shirt , pulling him forward so they were nose to nose. Vox immediately released his grip on me. Gerard was fuming and I would be lying if I wasn’t slightly aroused. “Listen ‘ere, buddy boy , you’re crusin’ for a brusin’.” Gerard snarled , his voice low and rigid , sending my skin into a frenzy of goosebumps. Gerard’s grip on Vox’s shirt tightened. “Gerard..” I said quietly. The intensity of the booth was thick enough to cut with a knife. They stared at eachother for a few seconds , venom pouring from their pupils. “What a pair of Faggots.” Vox spat. After that one sentence , all hell broke loose. Gerard swung his fist straight into Vox’s nose. A sickening crack rang through my ears , making me gag slightly. One of Vox’s friends grabbed Gerard and pulled him out of the booth. “Gerard!” I shrieked as I tried to get to him. Vox pushed me back into the booth , while holding his nose and getting out. “Dont you fuckin’ touch him you scum!” Gerard screamed wrestling out of the guys arms and throwing himself at Vox. I squeaked as I scurried out of the booth attempting to stop Gerard. But my arms were pinned behind me , I struggled to break free from the big guy holding me back. “Not so fast kitten.” the big guy said. The diner was in havoc , everyone screaming and yelling , the sound of punches rolling. Gerard straddled Vox, repeatively punching him. Suddenly Gerard got off of Vox , his face full of rage. His face was slightly bloody from the minor hits Vox got on him. His lip and eyebrow were split and oozing a little blood. His fingers a bit swollen. “Anyone else want a piece of this huh?” he screamed testing the rest of the gang , who stood with their eyes wide. The vein in his neck jumping out when he yelled. Behind him was an unconsinous and bleeding Vox. His glare landed on the guy behind me , who’s grip was like stone on my arms. “You better let him fuckin go right now or you’ll end up like Vox , pal.” He growled. The guy’s grasp loosened and I flung myself at Gerard. Who , thankfully caught me in his arms , bringing me close to his chest. The diner was silent except the sound of Blue Suede Shoes playing from the jukebox. “If any of you nimrods talkin’ shit about us , ill personally come and shove my foot so far up your ass you won’t be able to walk. Do we have that clear?” he screamed again. His eyes scouring the crowd , daring anyone to speak. After a minute of silence we moved towards the door. “C’mon Gerard.” I whispered ushering him to the exit. “Thats what I thought.” he snapped , slamming the door behind him. When we got in the car I looked at him , a streak of blood rolled from his eyebrow. He glanced at me going to say something , but in that second my lips were on his , feverishy kissing him. I didn’t know what exactly about watching gerard fight got me so worked up. He kissed back receprocating the passion. I pulled his hair , making his moan quietly. I pulled away breathless. “You looked so fucking hot back there.” I gasped , then reattaching our lips. Our tongues rubbing and twining with each other. He moaned again and pulled me into him lap , which I quickly complied to. I ran my hands up and down his chest , gently rutting against his crotch. His hands made their way to my butt , squeezing hard. I groaned into his mouth and threaded my fingers into his waxy hair, pulling at the roots. I pulled away from his lips and sucked at some of the exposed flesh of his neck. I continued to rutt down on him , making the car shake slightly. One hand squeezed my butt as the other ran up my spine from under my sweater. His cold , calloused hand made me arch my back and sigh against his lips. His hard on was straining against his jeans , as was mine. He pressed his palm against my hard-on add the perfect presure. I threw my head back and let out a high moan , rutting harder against his hand. The car was shaking from all the activity , my head was clouded with lust. “O-oh f-fu-uck Gerard.” I choked out , pulling his hair again. Suddenly he removed his hand from my crotch and held a solid grip on my hips , stopping them from moving. “Lets finish this at home , sugar.” he growled into my neck. I scrambled off of his lap and clumsily fastened my seatbelt as he sped the car out of the lot. His grip on the wheel was so tight his knuckles turned white. Anticipation bubbled in my gut as we went past the speed limit. This was going to be fun.

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