Forget About The Dirty Looks.

"Well, fucking explain then, Gerard. I haven't got all fucking day.." Mikey, as you can see, is still as pissed off as he was twenty minutes ago, when he first asked the question. Getting nothing but silence from Gerard, Mikey's eyes narrow, and his face flushes red with anger. He grip Gerard's shoulders and leans in close to his face.
"Fucking answer me. It better be good, it better be truthful. And it better be fucking quick, Gerard, otherwise I'm telling mom, and you'll have to tell her instead!" Gerard gulps but doesn't say anything. Mikey grips his shoulder harder, making Gerard wince.
"Mikey, fucking stop it! You're hurting him, he doesn't deserve this! Just let go of him.." Mikey realizes that he was gripping too tight, and lets go. Gerard sighs and runs a hand down his face. His hand reaches out for mine, needing some support, and I grip his hand. He clears his throat and takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for this conversation.
"Uh, well it started when Grandma Elena died. I was so unhappy, and I was being bullied. This you know, but what you don't know is that I got drunk off my ass almost every night, at the park. I used to sneak alcohol out of the cupboard downstairs.." He breaks off his sentence and looks at Mikey, gauging his reaction. Mikey sighs and shakes his head, but gestures for him to carry on.
"I, uh, was down the park one night and some of the people that used to bully me were there. They spotted me and came over to where I was. They... They called me names, and broke the bottle. They threatened to cut me with it, but instead of doing that, they just beat me up. I lay on the floor for hours, too numb to even cry. Somebody helped me up, and I made a new friend. Craig. He took me to this alleyway, and introduced me to some of his friends; who in turn introduced me to drugs. The drugs became my best friends, better than Craig. They made me numb, they made me happy. Everybody at school got scared of me; Craig had taught me how to fight, and I was good at it too. I had beat up most of the people who used to bully me, and a few others too. I was the weird black-haired violent boy that nobody talked to, apart from Craig. I eventually ran out of money, so I couldn't buy anymore drugs or alcohol. They offered to give me a, uh, a loan, if you will. I got the drugs, free of charge, but I had to pay them back somehow, otherwise they'd hurt me." He chokes up a little, and bows his head, trying to compose himself. A few tears manage to escape, though, and he makes no effort to wipe them away. He grips me hand tighter, and takes a few deep breaths.
"I couldn't pay them back with money, so they made me do other things. Horrible, horrible things. They got me so high or drunk that I couldn't even see straight and they made me do things to them... I feel so dirty, Mikey... I'm not a whore, they made me like that, I swear! They.. They made me, and I hated every second of it.. but I had to do it, otherwise.. otherwise.." He breaks off and starts crying properly. I had no idea they'd done this to him, I thought they'd just threatened him a few times, maybe beat him up... Mikey's facial expression soften, and he rushes over to Gerard, giving him a hug.
"Oh, Gee. I'm sorry.. I didn't know it was this bad; I've been too hard on you, you've been through enough shit, and I was just making it worse.. I'm sorry, Gee." Gerard can't talk, but he nods in reply. He's still crying, but instead of making noises, the tears stream silently down his face. His eyes are ridden with pain, something I've never seen before, not in his eyes. Mikey is stroking his hair, and I'm rubbing circles on his hand. Ray stood in the corner, his face concerned, his eyes angry. Gerard calms down slightly, enough to be able to finish the story.
"I didn't tell anybody because they threatened me. They told me they'd kill or hurt you all if I told. I just had to pay the money back, or else. My friendship with Craig was all but over, we argued every day, but I couldn't stop being his friend, he was just about my only protection from it all. Frankie then came along, and Craig could tell I liked him. He made me do awful stuff to him, and I had to go along with it, because they threatened me with Frankie's life, too. Things went too far one time, and Frankie was unconscious, so I brought him back here. I broke down in front of him, and he said he'd help me, he'd help me pay off my debts. That's where we were today, we went to the bank, got beat up a few times, went to the hospital, because Frankie got his nose broken.." He trails off, done talking and wipes under his eyes, getting rid of any traces of tears.
"Gee, what exactly did they make you do?" Ray speaks up, surprising everybody. Gerard's face turns ashen and his eyes fill with tears again. He gulps a few times and closes his eyes.
"Let's just say that I was pretty sexually innocent beforehand, now I'm most definitely not, okay? I really don't want to talk about it, at least not yet.." He tries to keep his voice steady, but it breaks in numerous places and wavers in almost every word. His eyes are still closed, and no tears have fallen. He opens them and tries to force a smile on his face, which doesn't work. He gives up and slumps his shoulders, sighing.
"Guys, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was just so scared, y'know?" His voice is small and weak, and he sounds like a different person. This Gerard is a small, frightened, little boy, who has had his innocence taken away from him far too early.
"It's okay, Gee. We understand.. You coped a lot better than any of us would have in that situation, that's for sure." Mikey squeezes Gerard's shoulders and forces a smile on his face. I can't imagine what he feels like. He's just been told that his brother was addicted to drugs, owed people money and was probably raped.
"Hey, how about we go and practice the songs for our music project? It might get our minds off of thing for a while.." Ray suggests that, and instantly we perk up. We all nod and run up to the attic.

About an hour passes, and we start to get bored. We've almost nailed it, and we need Bob, anyway. Speaking of Bob, I haven't spoke or seen him for a few days, I wonder what he's up to...
The music sounds great, Gerard's voice is amazing, and it suits the sounds of the bass and guitars perfectly. The lyrics he wrote are amazing, and every time I hear them, I get shivers down my spine. We all agree to stop playing for the night and head downstairs to order pizza. Mine and Gerard's stomach's rumble at the same time, making us laugh and look at each other.
"Our mental synchronization can have but one explanation; You and I were just meant to be!" Gerard sings Frozen to me, causing me to blush and Mikey and Ray to smirk and laugh.
"You two are just the cutest couple.. I thought it was going to be weird, my brother and one of my best friends, but it isn't, it's just cute.." The doorbell interrupts Mikey, and we all give Gerard a bit of money towards the food. He's going to the door, because we're all too lazy to get up.
When he sets it down in front of us, we all dig in like we haven't eaten in years. The pizza is gone within seven minutes, and we all lean back, me on Gerard's lap, his arms around my stomach, his chin on top of my head. He breathes in deeply, and I can tell that he's sniffing my hair.
"Gerard, are you smelling me?" I hope he can hear the smirk in my voice.
"Uh, maybe. You just smell so edible, so... so perfect.." I mentally aww at his words, and blush, thankful that he can't see my cheeks.
"Your blushing, aren't you, Frankie?" Saving me from answering the question, my phone vibrates in my pocket, my ringtone breaking the quiet of the room.
"Yeah?"
Frankie, sweetheart, it's your mom. How many times have I told you to check the caller I.D before you answer calls? It could be him.."
"Sorry, mom. I forgot... Anyway, what's up?" I hear her sigh over the line, and I can practically sense her rolling her eyes at my excuse.
"You can come home tonight, sweetie. The police haven't spotted him in a few days, not since the day he broke in. It's safe, for now, at least.."
"Okay, mom. I'll be home in a few.. Love you." I hang up before she can answer and slip my phone in my pocket. I can feel eyes on me, and I take a look around. Everybody's staring at me.
"Frank, who was you mom talking about on the phone?" Shit, they could hear it? I can't tell Mikey and Ray, not yet. I trust them and everything, I just can't re-live it again, not after I've just told Gerard. I sit there, my mouth opening and closing like an idiot.
"It was, uh, nobody.. Nobody important anyway.." I stumble over my words, trying and failing to come up with a believable answer. Mikey narrows his eyes.
"Are you sure? Your mom sounded pretty damn serious about whoever it was. C'mon, Frank, she said he'd broke into your house! There are police involved as well..." I'm fucked, I have to tell them now...
"Look, Mikey, just fucking leave it, okay? Frankie obviously doesn't want to talk about, so leave him alone.." Gerard comes to my rescue, and I send him telepathic signals in the forms of 'thank you's' to him.
"You know about this, don't you Gerard? Let Frank speak for himself! Frank, is it a family member or something? You can trust us, you know..." I can't speak, and my breathing has picked up. Pictures from his abuse flick through my head and I clamp my hands over my face and start to rock.
"Shit, what's wrong with him? I'm sorry, Frank..." His words are hazy, like there is something covering my ears. The memories run through my head faster now, and I'm hyperventilating.
"He's having a fucking panic attack, Mikey! You just don't know when to stop, do you?" Gerard sounds angry, his voice distorted. Black spots cover my vision and I know I'm going to pass out in a minute. I just need to calm down.. Ha, yeah, okay.. Calm down?
"Frankie, listen to me. Take deep breaths, think about the place I took you a few days ago, the one with all the graffiti. That's it.. In and Out. In. Out. In. Out. There we go. Now, let me see your perfect little face, Frankie. Look me in the eyes and forget about everything, just breathe.." I do as he says, and look into his eyes. They are filled with warmth, and something else I don't recognize.. My breathing starts to even out and I start to be able to hear properly again. I become aware of Mikey and Ray standing behind Gerard, gazing at me with concerned expression. Mikey's eyes are apologetic, and I give him a small smile, not able to muster a bigger one. He smiles back, his forehead still creased in concern, and his mouth pulled into a frown. Gerard looks down at me, and only then do I realize that I'm lay down.
"Hey, you okay now? I hate seeing you like that, sugar.." I nod slightly and sit up, feeling guilty. My head spins for a second and I put it in my hands.
"Woah, easy there. You just almost passed out, slow down a bit.." Gerard's hands flutter around me, panicked. I grab them and link my fingers with his. We smile at each other for a minute, until I realize that I was supposed to go home. I get my phone from my pocket and check the time. It's half past ten nearly, and my mom rang me at quarter to. I've got a few missed calls, so I ring her back. She answers on the second ring and when she speaks she sounds worried.
"Frankie, is that you? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, mom it's me.. I'm fine, I just got a little side-tracked. I'll be home in a second, though." She sighs in relief.
"Okay, Frank. You had me worried... I thought something bad had happened.. Anyway, see you in a second! Bye!" It must run in the family, hanging up on people before they can answer you.
"I've, uh, got to head home, so I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow.." I feel awkward, and want to get out of here, so I stand up, give a little wave and turn to walk out the door.
"Frankie, wait. I'll walk you home.." I nod and gesture for him to follow me.
We walk across the street to my house and I knock on the door. My mom opens it, and her face lights into a smile.
"Frankie! It's good to see you, I feel like we've not seen each other for months. I've missed you.." This has been the longest I've been away from my mom in years, and I've missed her, too. I hug her back with equal force and mutter that I've missed her, too. We pull away and she kisses my cheek. She turns to Gerard, and her expression turns sour.
"What are you doing with my son? You aren't threatening him again, are you?" Her voice is sharp, and Gerard visibly pales.
"No, mom.. It's okay, we made up. Gerard is my, uh, boyfriend now.." She faces me, her eyes still sharp and icy.
"If he ever hurts you, Frank, you tell me straight away.. I won't let him get away with it, not to you, he can do it to somebody else, I don't care but not to you.." She then turns and walks back through the door, leaving me and Gerard in a stunned silence.
"I'm sorry about her, she's just over-protective of me, y'know.. She almost lost me, and she couldn't do anything about it, so she's trying to make up for it now.." Gerard nods, and I lead him through the door. We manage to avoid my mom walking up the stairs and going into my bedroom.
"Uh, Frank? I'd best get going... It's late and everything.." I don't want him to go. I want him to stay, so I can fall asleep in his arms again.
"Please stay, Gerard... I don't want to be on my own, not tonight.." He smiles slightly at me and nods. I grin at him and start trying to find him pajamas.
"These should fit you, if they don't then you'll have to sleep in your boxers tonight...." I smirk at him, wink, and throw the clothes at him. I turn to find my own pajamas, and when I've changed Gerard is standing in his boxers.
"They didn't fit, so I guess I'll have to sleep like this... Damn.." I hear his words, see his smirk, but don't reply. I'm too busy checking him out, and the things I'm thinking about him are far from innocent.
"Honestly, Gee, I'm not complaining. The view is amazing from here..." I walk over to him, trying to be seductive. I think I fail at it, but Gerard's facial expression suggests otherwise.
"The thoughts going round my head are far from wholesome, Gerard, and it's all your fault..." I'm leaning in, whispering in his ear. He shivers and I smirk, happy that I can do that to him. I turn around and walk to the door, making sure my hips sway. I lock the door, and turn back around, Gerard is staring at me, dumbstruck. I make my way over to him and grab his hand, leading him to the bed. He lies down, and I straddle him. I lean in and kiss him, and like earlier, the kiss is needy and passionate. Gerard parts his mouth and I slip my tongue in, exploring every crevice of his mouth. I grind down on Gerard and let my hands wander. Gerard lets out a breathy moan and pushes his hips up, trying to create friction. When that happens we both let out moans, the kiss getting heavier and sloppier. Our teeth clash and Gerard's hands fumble with my t-shirt. I break the kiss briefly to tug it off. I reconnect our lips, and my hands trail down to Gerard's very obvious erection. I palm him, and get him to release a breathy gasp. My lips trail down to his neck, and he grips my hips, probably leaving bruises. I kiss his neck softly, grinning when I find his sweet spot. I nibble and suck on it, leaving him a nice, big hickie. Gerard is a writhing mess beneath me, and I go and sit between his thighs.
I kiss them, getting closer and closer to the fabric of his boxers.
"Fuck, Frankie... I like this side of you, I should get to see it more often.." Gerard's voice is low, and he moans out some of the words, the noises going straight down to my dick. I stop kissing his thighs and make my way back up to his mouth. He whines and I chuckle. I kiss him again. shoving my tongue in straight away.
"Mmm, Frankie, please... Stop teasing me.." I break the kiss and stare at him. His hair is spread over the pillow, his pupils blown out from lust. I smirk at him and kiss him again. We kiss forever, and eventually Gerard pulls away, breathless. I bite his earlobe, making him gasp, and trail kisses down his stomach stopping just before the fabric of his boxers. I trail my fingers down and over his dick. He whimpers and moans my name.
"Gerard, honey, you have to be quieter.. My mom could hear us, and then nobody will be getting anything tonight, okay?" He nods, frantically and bites his lip, trying to contain himself. I pull on the hem of his boxers, and take them off. Gerard is now completely naked in front of me, and I've managed to turn him into a moaning mess, and I've barely even touched his cock..
"Frankie... Please.. I need, I need.." I touch his erection and he cuts himself off with a moan.
"You need what, Gee? I couldn't quite understand you.." My voice is teasing, but Gerard growls at me.
"I need you to stop fucking teasing me, Frankie! I need you.. I don't care what you do to me, just please..." I shake my head and sigh, I make a noise of contemplation, trying to make him angry. It works and I hear him growl again. I lean down, having had enough with teasing him, and start to suck his dick. I take in as much of it as possible without gagging. I hollow out my cheeks and hear him moan my name. I bring my head back up and bob it back down again. Gerard reaches down and grabs a fistful of my hair, making my head go up and down even faster. His hips buck up and I stop what I was doing. I get a grip on his hips and push them gown, holding him in place. I gently bite the head of his dick causing him to moan really loudly.
"What did I say, Gerard? You have to be quiet, otherwise I'll stop what I'm doing, and you don't want that, do you?"
"No, Frankie.. Ahh fuck.." I bite at it again, a bit harder this time, but he seems to like it. I go back to sucking and hollowing out my cheeks, and soon enough Gerard's legs tense. I dig my tongue into his slit and he comes. His legs shake and he moans out my name repeatedly. I manage to swallow it all, apart from a little bit, which runs down my chin.
"God, Frankie.. You're such a dirty little cumslut, aren't you? I bet you loved that, Frankie.. Didn't you?" I smirk and lean up to kiss him, letting him taste his own come. I still have a boner, and Gerard can feel it, and he smirks.
"It's my turn to make you beg, Frankie.. You were bad just then, teasing me, so I'm going to have lots of fun having my revenge.." His eyes are darker than before and he wears a smirk that Satan himself would be proud of.
He pushes my shoulders down, so I fall backwards. He presses his lips to mine, hard. He bites my lip and tugs on my lip ring, making me moan. I kiss back with just as much passion as he is and I slip my tongue into his mouth. We fight for dominance, and Gerard wins. He's straddling me, pushing down hard onto my dick, causing me to release a high-pitched whine. Gerard chuckles and his hands move towards my pants, disposing them.
"You will not be needing this, either.." He yanks my boxers off and starts to kiss my neck. He finds my sweet spot and starts to suck and bite, making me moan and groan. When he's finished, he admires his work and trails kisses down my torso, biting and sucking on his way down. I'm letting out a collection of slutty moans, trying to be as quiet as possible. When Gerard's lips hit my erection, though, I loose it. The moan I let out could give a porn-star a run for their money. Gerard chuckles and the vibrations from it run down my dick, making me moan again and my hips to buck up. He starts sucking and biting gently, and my head lolls back. Pleasure courses through my body, and there is a pressure steadily rising in the pit of my stomach.
Gerard pushes his tongue into my slit, and my eyes roll backwards. I bite my lip to keep myself quiet. suddenly, he stops and lifts his head up. I whine from the loss of contact and Gerard grins.
"Do you like that, Frankie? Are you going to beg for it? I hope so, I like the sound of your begging." I groan, and pouts, crossing my arms.
"No? Well, I guess I should just go to sleep then.." My eyes widen and I shake my head.
"No! Please, Gee.. I need this; I need you.. Please" I beg for him before I can stop myself, and Gerard grins again.
"I don't if that was good enough, Frankie.. Try harder." This is torture, and Gerard is loving every second of it.
"Ugh, Gee! Please! God, just please, I need you.. Gee, stop teasing me, now!" He smirks and brings his head down again. My hand reaches out and grabs his hair, and Gerard starts again. I give sharp tugs to his hair, and it helps me not moan, but I still release a few. His tongue digs into my slit once more, and he bites me, harder this time, and I loose it. My legs shake, and my eyes roll back into my head. I moan Gerard's name, not caring if I'm quiet or not. When I come down from my orgasm, Gerard is sat by the side of me, his boxers on. He smiles at me, but this smile isn't teasing, it's caring and warm.
"You okay? I bet you're tired now, aren't you? C'mon lets get your pants back on.." I am tired, yes, and my eyelids droop. I groan when Gerard tries to move me, and he lets out a low chuckle.
"Fine, sleep naked. I'm not complaining. I'm only trying to get you re-dressed so you don't get cold, but suit yourself..." I slowly sit up, yawning. I manage to put my pajama pants back on without falling asleep. I lie back down and cuddle into Gerard's side. He wraps his arms around me and we both sigh out of content.
"Sing to me, Gee. I love your voice.." He doesn't answer me for a minute, but then he starts singing. He starts sing The Smiths' Asleep to me, and instantly I feel my eyelids close. He doesn't even get to the chorus and I'm already asleep, in my favorite place in the whole world; his arms.

Notes

Sorry if the smut's shitty. It's one in the morning, and I've rewrote the chapter three times, so sorry if it's crap... I hope you like it. I've plans for the the rest of the story that may or may not involve Mr Iero, Frank and blood.... *Grins evilly*
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