can you feel my heart?
part one.
Gerard doesn't know what he's exactly gotten himself into when he clicks place order and reads the tiny words
"Your new order will arrive within three to four business days. If you are not satisfied with your purchase your money will be sent back to you immediately and we will receive back your purchase. Enjoy!"
He leans back on his computer chair with a sigh staring blankly at his computer screen. He can't believe what he’s just done. He's ordered a thing, a person to keep him company because he's desperate and absolutely terrible at making any social interaction which has led him to do just about everything in his beloved apartment. He's converted one of his rooms into a studio where he does all his work, earning a steady source of income.
He’s been living off in his own world, it's starting to get pretty lonely and he really doesn't want to rot alone in his apartment like his brother Mikey tells him is going to happen if he doesn't get out of his sealed tight shell and meet someone but Gerard simply refuses to go out unless he really needs to. He doesn't like being surrounded by the unknown.
He's in the middle of painting when his doorbell rings. He grabs an old towel to wipe his hands. Mikey would have called beforehand if he was visiting so it couldn't be him. His mom and dad are off on vacation doing god knows what. Then he remembers about the order… his order and everything makes sense. He has no idea how his new companion looks like, no idea what he likes or doesn't like. He's got absolutely no clue how to take care of him and he starts to freak out but he has to open the door so he takes a deep breath and opens the door trying to imitate his best friendly smile.
"Gerard Way?" The man questions.
Gerard nods a little too eagerly and signs the papers the delivery man gives him and before he knows it he's standing with his new friend awkwardly in his small hallway. He hadn't paid much attention to him when he was standing next to the delivery guy and now that they're alone, he's got no idea what to do so he stands there with a hand on his hip while the other one obsessively runs through his greasy hair that he forgot to wash last night when he took his less-than-five-minute-shower.
"Are you going to stand there and stare at me or are you going to show me around?" The small man finally asks. He's clearly younger than Gerard and he's got tattoos on his hands and neck and Gerard immediately wants to know if he he's got any hidden under his clothes.
"S-sorry" Gerard stutters dropping his hands and walking further into the apartment. "I'll show you around although I don't really have much to show."
"That's okay. My names Frank by the way unless you want to call me something else."
Gerard get's the vibe Frank doesn't actually want a new name and that's completely fine with him. He just has a feeling Frank is going to be more than he might have bargained for.
Frank's totally falling for his owner already. It's obvious Gerard's a loser but he's an adorable loser. He can already tell his owner's not like the others. The ones that used him up. Still that doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants here. He has to always ask for his owners permission.
For the rest of the day he follows Gerard around like a puppy. Even after Gerard insists he can do whatever he wants, the apartment is all his too now but Frank couldn't dare do that. He feels an attachment to his owner already and he doesn't want to get hit for doing something he's not supposed to.
Gerard's definitely awkward. Though Frank can tell he's trying not to be. They're in the kitchen and Gerard seems to be having a silent panic attack for not having anything good to make. He looks through the cabinets. The fridge is a lost cause. Frank begins to wonder how Gerard survives with barely any good food in his house.
"I'm not hungry." Frank finally states when it's obvious Gerard’s got nothing.
"I didn't think this through. God I'm sorry, I'll do some shopping tomorrow and we'll get stuff you like. "
"Stuff... That I like?" This Frank has to ask about because he never gets what he wants even if he begs.
Gerard nods "Yeah. Whatever you want we’ll get." He pauses for a minute before his face lights up. "Pizza! You like pizza? Everyone likes pizza. I'll order one right now! How do you like yours?"
"Veggies on top." As soon as Gerard leaves to order it, he smiles. His owner really is a cute dork.
After they're done eating the pizza in a somewhat comfortable awkward silence, Gerard figures they watch a movie. He lets Frank chose some weird sci-fi one Mikey lent him a while back and they sit on the couch together.
Ten minutes haven't even passed and Franks fidgeting already. Gerard finally looks at him with a questioning look. Frank doesn't scoot-- he jumps onto his owners lap causing him to freeze, he doesn't know what to do. He hasn't had anyone this close to him since his last relationship which was like a hundred years ago.
He finally works up the courage to speak "Frank what--" Frank starts nuzzling his neck and his skin starts to feel hot. "Frankie what are you doing?"
"Nuzzling your neck.."
He's at a little loss for words right now and then it hits him he needs to finish his painting. Shit. And then it also hits him that Frank doesn’t really have a place to sleep or his own room for the matter. The couch is too old and lumpy, he wouldn't wish anyone to spend a night on that couch unless they wanted to wake up with huge back pain. He really didn't think any of this out.
Gerard pushes at Franks shoulders gently to sit him up and when he looks into those dark eyes staring back at him, his heart does some weird flip thing. "I uh need to finish this painting I was working on.. you can finish watching the movie by yourself.."
"Can I watch?"
Gerard really doesn't want to be near Frank for the moment since he's experiencing a lot of feelings that overwhelm him and he also wants to be able to paint without anyone staring or judging his work.
"I don't think there's anything interesting about me painting... why don't you just stay here and uh go to sleep whenever you're tired. I'll be up late."
Franks smile falls as he mumbles an "Okay.." and gets off Gerards lap scooting back to the other end of the couch.
Gerard honestly wants to punch himself in the face. Frank looks like a little kid who's not been given candy. His legs are pulled up and his chins resting on his knees. He hopes Frank isn't upset with him.
When Gerard wakes up he's not sure where he is. He looks around and realizes he fell asleep in his office—studio or whatever you wanna call it — for the gazillionth time. His body hurts from lying on the floor all night so he gets up and stretches, wincing when he hears his bones crack.
Coffee, he needs coffee. He makes his way out to the living room because he needs to pass there first to get to the kitchen — sees Frank curled up on the couch sleeping. He looks like he's cold because he’s curled into himself as much as one can curl themselves in.
Gerard tries to wake him up so he can tell him to sleep in his bed, in his room.
"Frank wake up" he whispers tapping a finger on Franks side but he doesn’t stir one bit.
"Frankie wake up." Gerard says louder nudging him on the shoulder with a little force.
Franks eyes crack open as he mumbles "Mmh? Want me to make you breakfast?"
Gerard’s totally taken aback from this. Franks offering to make him breakfast after he locked himself in his art room last night.
He stutters a little. "N-no I want you to go sleep in my room, it's freezing out here. I have some old sweats you can change into i-if that’s okay with you."
Frank just nods, his lips curling up a little into a small smile.
After he gets Frank settled into bed, he creeps back out to make his eight o clock coffee. He takes it light and sweet and seriously wants to melt himself in the mug. Then he creeps back into his room and almost wants to snuggle up with Frank but he decides against it because he doesn't want to be a creep and two— he really needs to do grocery shopping now since someone else is living with him. He changes into a clean pair of clothes, shoves on his sneakers and grabs a handful of money he has in his money jar kept in the back of his closet.
When he's coming back to the apartment carrying a shitload of bags up three flights of stairs, Gerards practically shaking since he's got to pee very badly and he doesn't think he can hold it in much longer. He blamed it all on this morning’s coffee.
As soon as he's got the door open he sort of dumps everything onto the kitchen table and barges into the bathroom because he doesn't want to piss in his favorite jeans and shit — he doesn't even realize someone — Frank is in the shower. How could he have not heard the damn water running? And the door wasn’t even locked. Gerard’s frozen like a statute and about to turn around—almost going to leave but then he hears a strange noise and he stays.
He listens closely and it sounds like quick, hushed labored breathing and then he realizes. Franks hand is on his own dick. Oh shit. Gerard feels like he's invading Franks privacy for sure but he can't help it. He kind of forgets he has to pee and listens. Just listens to the sounds Franks making and he can’t help but feel his own cock twitch but then he remembers he really has to fucking pee so he creeps back out the bathroom and waits— waits for Frank to be done so he can finally take care of business.
The rest of the day is kind of awkward for Gerard because all he can think about is the noises Frank made in the shower and he wants to almost bring it up with him but of course he doesn't. He just rubs one out quick in the shower that night.
It's been a few days and they're in the living room watching TV and Franks sort of got his fingers caught in Gerard's hair, twisting the strands absent mindedly, clearly caught up in the show they're watching and Gerards body's practically itching because that could possibly be the hand Frank jerked himself off with and fuck Gerard's already named it the holy hand because Franks running his fingers through more of his hair now and it feels good. They've gotten closer over the last week or so but only close in that way where Gerard feels comfortable talking to Frank and he's gotten used to him quickly and yeah they've been sleeping in the same bed—cuddling almost but Gerard’s positive its only because Franks naturally a touchy person and Gerard makes a good teddy bear.
Anyways he can’t concentrate much on The Bachelorette, it's an old season he's seen more than once and he's never going to admit that to anyone. He much rather focus on Franks hands and Frank in general right now.
He leans his head more into the soft hand that’s petting him now and then they both sort of look at each other and Gerard just goes for it. They kiss. For the first time. It's slow, soft and pretty innocent but then Frank kinda tugs at Gerards hair pulling him closer– more like on top of Frank and yeah they're really making out now. Franks making these tiny sounds and Gerard wants to hear more so he breaks away from their kiss to go suck at Franks tattoo, the nice scorpion one on his neck. While he's at it he inhales in Franks scent and it smells like his own soap and shampoo. He lets his hand creep down to Franks belt and he's still a gentleman so he asks "Can I?"
Frank nods quickly and then there’s a knock on the door and Gerard isn't about to ruin this moment so he makes no attempt to open it and instead kisses Frank on the lips but then there’s another knock and a "Gee?" that sounds way too much like his brother Mikey so he groans and pulls away from Frank.
"Who is that?" Frank asks and just as Gerards going to answer there’s another concerned "Gerard are you in there?"
Gerard reluctantly goes to open the door and don’t get him wrong he loves his brother with everything but he was sort of in a moment with Frank that they were both enjoying oh so much.
Gerard’s kinda surprised when he sees the things Mikeys got in his hands. Comic books, pizza and the new Final Destination movie and a tube of gummy worms and he's about to say “whats all of this?” but then he remembers its Saturday. Saturdays Mikey usually comes cover and oh shit what’s he going to say when he sees Frank? Gerard inwardly starts panicking so he's kinda like frozen and Mikey being Mikey, he pushes his way past his brother and Gerard still hasn’t moved until he hears two voices in union asking “Who are you?"
Fuckfuckfuckfuck. He has no clue how to explain how he got Frank and it’s not like he can make Frank lie on the spot so Gerard goes into the living room where they both are, to find the two strangers glaring at each other and oh no, this is not going to be good.
"Who are you?" Mikey repeats
"I asked you first." Frank says pointedly, arms crossed against his chest.
The tensions getting thick in the air so Gerard has to intervene and hopefully save the day "Um Frank this is Mikey, my brother and Mikey this is Frank my—"
"Boyfriend" Frank cuts in quickly and oh. Gerards heart kind of fluttered a bit but at the same time he thought it was too soon maybe? Aw shit nah who was he kidding, he definitely wanted to hear Frank say boyfriend again.
"Gerard may we go into the kitchen?" Mikey asks totally ignoring the way Franks looking at him.
"Yeah. Yeah um sure just go- let me just talk to Frank for a minute."
Mikey doesn't say anything, he just goes. Gerard hopes his brother isn't mad at him for not telling him about Frank a.ka. his boyfriend because they're really close and hell Mikey knows everything.
"You didn't tell me you had a brother." Frank begins
"Well you didn't ask." and okay that probably sounded like a dick move so he immediately apologizes and says "I'm sorry. I just.. I don't know it didn't dawn on me I guess?"
"Didn't dawn on you huh" Frank repeats more to himself and jesus christ man Gerard hopes Franks not upset with him either because he can’t handle that and to be fair it’s not like Frank told him a lot about himself too.
"I'm gonna talk to Mikey alright?"
"Wouldn't want to keep him waiting longer." Frank says hastily.
"Dude what the hell?" Mikey whispers as soon as Gerard steps foot in the kitchen.
"Well you know how you wanted me to meet someone? I um sorta found this website and I found Frank." Gerard sort of told the truth.
"You what?" Mikey asks with tons of emphasis. "First you shouldn’t trust online dating websites and second that guy looks fucking deadly man. I can tell he doesn't like me."
Gerard has to admit Frank was pretty intimidating at first but he's actually really cute and sweet- Mikey just hasn't seen that side of him yet.
"You need to give him a chance Mikey. Please, for me?" Gerard may or may have not pouted.
"Fine, but if he tries doing anything to injure my poor soul I’m definitely leaving."
Franks totally not trying to be the bad guy here but he can’t help who he feels a bit protective and possessive over even if Mikey's no threat. Part of it might be because Gerard’s been really nice to him and he needs the attention since he didn’t get it much before and the other part of it might be because he’s always been clingy and needy. That’s why he never got along with anyone he shared an owner with.
He doesn't say much to Mikey the whole night and then finally Gerard’s walking Mikey to the door. Frank hopes Gerard isn’t upset with him.
“Frankie I think we should have a little talk.” Gerard begins, taking a seat next to him on the couch.
“About what?” Frank asks sort of afraid Gerard will lash out on him. But he doesn’t, he just looks a little sad instead.
“My brother thinks you hate him and I told him you didn’t but you know next time just be a little nicer please. He’s my only friend besides you and it sucks that you two didn’t get along today so for me just do it?”
Frank feels like an asshole. Mikey didn’t deserve his attitude especially when he did make an attempt to talk to Frank at some point. “I’m sorry… It’s just that I’m not used to this.” Frank admits. “In all the other places I’ve been it’s been completely different and you’re just so nice and sweet and adorable—” Gerard ducks his head because he’s blushing. “I just wanted to keep you all to myself, I’m bad at sharing.”
“Frankie you should have told me from the start.” Gerard says holding Franks hand. “I would have understood and I do right now. I just want you to know that I’m not going to hurt you or you know do anything bad. I already like you a lot and well I just want us to be a normal couple.”
“Boyfriends.” Frank says smiling wide, squeezing Gerards hand just a little.
“Yeah boyfrieeeends.” Gerard says blushing horribly against his will.
Frank feels happy for the first time in a long time and so does Gerard.
"Your new order will arrive within three to four business days. If you are not satisfied with your purchase your money will be sent back to you immediately and we will receive back your purchase. Enjoy!"
He leans back on his computer chair with a sigh staring blankly at his computer screen. He can't believe what he’s just done. He's ordered a thing, a person to keep him company because he's desperate and absolutely terrible at making any social interaction which has led him to do just about everything in his beloved apartment. He's converted one of his rooms into a studio where he does all his work, earning a steady source of income.
He’s been living off in his own world, it's starting to get pretty lonely and he really doesn't want to rot alone in his apartment like his brother Mikey tells him is going to happen if he doesn't get out of his sealed tight shell and meet someone but Gerard simply refuses to go out unless he really needs to. He doesn't like being surrounded by the unknown.
He's in the middle of painting when his doorbell rings. He grabs an old towel to wipe his hands. Mikey would have called beforehand if he was visiting so it couldn't be him. His mom and dad are off on vacation doing god knows what. Then he remembers about the order… his order and everything makes sense. He has no idea how his new companion looks like, no idea what he likes or doesn't like. He's got absolutely no clue how to take care of him and he starts to freak out but he has to open the door so he takes a deep breath and opens the door trying to imitate his best friendly smile.
"Gerard Way?" The man questions.
Gerard nods a little too eagerly and signs the papers the delivery man gives him and before he knows it he's standing with his new friend awkwardly in his small hallway. He hadn't paid much attention to him when he was standing next to the delivery guy and now that they're alone, he's got no idea what to do so he stands there with a hand on his hip while the other one obsessively runs through his greasy hair that he forgot to wash last night when he took his less-than-five-minute-shower.
"Are you going to stand there and stare at me or are you going to show me around?" The small man finally asks. He's clearly younger than Gerard and he's got tattoos on his hands and neck and Gerard immediately wants to know if he he's got any hidden under his clothes.
"S-sorry" Gerard stutters dropping his hands and walking further into the apartment. "I'll show you around although I don't really have much to show."
"That's okay. My names Frank by the way unless you want to call me something else."
Gerard get's the vibe Frank doesn't actually want a new name and that's completely fine with him. He just has a feeling Frank is going to be more than he might have bargained for.
Frank's totally falling for his owner already. It's obvious Gerard's a loser but he's an adorable loser. He can already tell his owner's not like the others. The ones that used him up. Still that doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants here. He has to always ask for his owners permission.
For the rest of the day he follows Gerard around like a puppy. Even after Gerard insists he can do whatever he wants, the apartment is all his too now but Frank couldn't dare do that. He feels an attachment to his owner already and he doesn't want to get hit for doing something he's not supposed to.
Gerard's definitely awkward. Though Frank can tell he's trying not to be. They're in the kitchen and Gerard seems to be having a silent panic attack for not having anything good to make. He looks through the cabinets. The fridge is a lost cause. Frank begins to wonder how Gerard survives with barely any good food in his house.
"I'm not hungry." Frank finally states when it's obvious Gerard’s got nothing.
"I didn't think this through. God I'm sorry, I'll do some shopping tomorrow and we'll get stuff you like. "
"Stuff... That I like?" This Frank has to ask about because he never gets what he wants even if he begs.
Gerard nods "Yeah. Whatever you want we’ll get." He pauses for a minute before his face lights up. "Pizza! You like pizza? Everyone likes pizza. I'll order one right now! How do you like yours?"
"Veggies on top." As soon as Gerard leaves to order it, he smiles. His owner really is a cute dork.
After they're done eating the pizza in a somewhat comfortable awkward silence, Gerard figures they watch a movie. He lets Frank chose some weird sci-fi one Mikey lent him a while back and they sit on the couch together.
Ten minutes haven't even passed and Franks fidgeting already. Gerard finally looks at him with a questioning look. Frank doesn't scoot-- he jumps onto his owners lap causing him to freeze, he doesn't know what to do. He hasn't had anyone this close to him since his last relationship which was like a hundred years ago.
He finally works up the courage to speak "Frank what--" Frank starts nuzzling his neck and his skin starts to feel hot. "Frankie what are you doing?"
"Nuzzling your neck.."
He's at a little loss for words right now and then it hits him he needs to finish his painting. Shit. And then it also hits him that Frank doesn’t really have a place to sleep or his own room for the matter. The couch is too old and lumpy, he wouldn't wish anyone to spend a night on that couch unless they wanted to wake up with huge back pain. He really didn't think any of this out.
Gerard pushes at Franks shoulders gently to sit him up and when he looks into those dark eyes staring back at him, his heart does some weird flip thing. "I uh need to finish this painting I was working on.. you can finish watching the movie by yourself.."
"Can I watch?"
Gerard really doesn't want to be near Frank for the moment since he's experiencing a lot of feelings that overwhelm him and he also wants to be able to paint without anyone staring or judging his work.
"I don't think there's anything interesting about me painting... why don't you just stay here and uh go to sleep whenever you're tired. I'll be up late."
Franks smile falls as he mumbles an "Okay.." and gets off Gerards lap scooting back to the other end of the couch.
Gerard honestly wants to punch himself in the face. Frank looks like a little kid who's not been given candy. His legs are pulled up and his chins resting on his knees. He hopes Frank isn't upset with him.
When Gerard wakes up he's not sure where he is. He looks around and realizes he fell asleep in his office—studio or whatever you wanna call it — for the gazillionth time. His body hurts from lying on the floor all night so he gets up and stretches, wincing when he hears his bones crack.
Coffee, he needs coffee. He makes his way out to the living room because he needs to pass there first to get to the kitchen — sees Frank curled up on the couch sleeping. He looks like he's cold because he’s curled into himself as much as one can curl themselves in.
Gerard tries to wake him up so he can tell him to sleep in his bed, in his room.
"Frank wake up" he whispers tapping a finger on Franks side but he doesn’t stir one bit.
"Frankie wake up." Gerard says louder nudging him on the shoulder with a little force.
Franks eyes crack open as he mumbles "Mmh? Want me to make you breakfast?"
Gerard’s totally taken aback from this. Franks offering to make him breakfast after he locked himself in his art room last night.
He stutters a little. "N-no I want you to go sleep in my room, it's freezing out here. I have some old sweats you can change into i-if that’s okay with you."
Frank just nods, his lips curling up a little into a small smile.
After he gets Frank settled into bed, he creeps back out to make his eight o clock coffee. He takes it light and sweet and seriously wants to melt himself in the mug. Then he creeps back into his room and almost wants to snuggle up with Frank but he decides against it because he doesn't want to be a creep and two— he really needs to do grocery shopping now since someone else is living with him. He changes into a clean pair of clothes, shoves on his sneakers and grabs a handful of money he has in his money jar kept in the back of his closet.
When he's coming back to the apartment carrying a shitload of bags up three flights of stairs, Gerards practically shaking since he's got to pee very badly and he doesn't think he can hold it in much longer. He blamed it all on this morning’s coffee.
As soon as he's got the door open he sort of dumps everything onto the kitchen table and barges into the bathroom because he doesn't want to piss in his favorite jeans and shit — he doesn't even realize someone — Frank is in the shower. How could he have not heard the damn water running? And the door wasn’t even locked. Gerard’s frozen like a statute and about to turn around—almost going to leave but then he hears a strange noise and he stays.
He listens closely and it sounds like quick, hushed labored breathing and then he realizes. Franks hand is on his own dick. Oh shit. Gerard feels like he's invading Franks privacy for sure but he can't help it. He kind of forgets he has to pee and listens. Just listens to the sounds Franks making and he can’t help but feel his own cock twitch but then he remembers he really has to fucking pee so he creeps back out the bathroom and waits— waits for Frank to be done so he can finally take care of business.
The rest of the day is kind of awkward for Gerard because all he can think about is the noises Frank made in the shower and he wants to almost bring it up with him but of course he doesn't. He just rubs one out quick in the shower that night.
It's been a few days and they're in the living room watching TV and Franks sort of got his fingers caught in Gerard's hair, twisting the strands absent mindedly, clearly caught up in the show they're watching and Gerards body's practically itching because that could possibly be the hand Frank jerked himself off with and fuck Gerard's already named it the holy hand because Franks running his fingers through more of his hair now and it feels good. They've gotten closer over the last week or so but only close in that way where Gerard feels comfortable talking to Frank and he's gotten used to him quickly and yeah they've been sleeping in the same bed—cuddling almost but Gerard’s positive its only because Franks naturally a touchy person and Gerard makes a good teddy bear.
Anyways he can’t concentrate much on The Bachelorette, it's an old season he's seen more than once and he's never going to admit that to anyone. He much rather focus on Franks hands and Frank in general right now.
He leans his head more into the soft hand that’s petting him now and then they both sort of look at each other and Gerard just goes for it. They kiss. For the first time. It's slow, soft and pretty innocent but then Frank kinda tugs at Gerards hair pulling him closer– more like on top of Frank and yeah they're really making out now. Franks making these tiny sounds and Gerard wants to hear more so he breaks away from their kiss to go suck at Franks tattoo, the nice scorpion one on his neck. While he's at it he inhales in Franks scent and it smells like his own soap and shampoo. He lets his hand creep down to Franks belt and he's still a gentleman so he asks "Can I?"
Frank nods quickly and then there’s a knock on the door and Gerard isn't about to ruin this moment so he makes no attempt to open it and instead kisses Frank on the lips but then there’s another knock and a "Gee?" that sounds way too much like his brother Mikey so he groans and pulls away from Frank.
"Who is that?" Frank asks and just as Gerards going to answer there’s another concerned "Gerard are you in there?"
Gerard reluctantly goes to open the door and don’t get him wrong he loves his brother with everything but he was sort of in a moment with Frank that they were both enjoying oh so much.
Gerard’s kinda surprised when he sees the things Mikeys got in his hands. Comic books, pizza and the new Final Destination movie and a tube of gummy worms and he's about to say “whats all of this?” but then he remembers its Saturday. Saturdays Mikey usually comes cover and oh shit what’s he going to say when he sees Frank? Gerard inwardly starts panicking so he's kinda like frozen and Mikey being Mikey, he pushes his way past his brother and Gerard still hasn’t moved until he hears two voices in union asking “Who are you?"
Fuckfuckfuckfuck. He has no clue how to explain how he got Frank and it’s not like he can make Frank lie on the spot so Gerard goes into the living room where they both are, to find the two strangers glaring at each other and oh no, this is not going to be good.
"Who are you?" Mikey repeats
"I asked you first." Frank says pointedly, arms crossed against his chest.
The tensions getting thick in the air so Gerard has to intervene and hopefully save the day "Um Frank this is Mikey, my brother and Mikey this is Frank my—"
"Boyfriend" Frank cuts in quickly and oh. Gerards heart kind of fluttered a bit but at the same time he thought it was too soon maybe? Aw shit nah who was he kidding, he definitely wanted to hear Frank say boyfriend again.
"Gerard may we go into the kitchen?" Mikey asks totally ignoring the way Franks looking at him.
"Yeah. Yeah um sure just go- let me just talk to Frank for a minute."
Mikey doesn't say anything, he just goes. Gerard hopes his brother isn't mad at him for not telling him about Frank a.ka. his boyfriend because they're really close and hell Mikey knows everything.
"You didn't tell me you had a brother." Frank begins
"Well you didn't ask." and okay that probably sounded like a dick move so he immediately apologizes and says "I'm sorry. I just.. I don't know it didn't dawn on me I guess?"
"Didn't dawn on you huh" Frank repeats more to himself and jesus christ man Gerard hopes Franks not upset with him either because he can’t handle that and to be fair it’s not like Frank told him a lot about himself too.
"I'm gonna talk to Mikey alright?"
"Wouldn't want to keep him waiting longer." Frank says hastily.
"Dude what the hell?" Mikey whispers as soon as Gerard steps foot in the kitchen.
"Well you know how you wanted me to meet someone? I um sorta found this website and I found Frank." Gerard sort of told the truth.
"You what?" Mikey asks with tons of emphasis. "First you shouldn’t trust online dating websites and second that guy looks fucking deadly man. I can tell he doesn't like me."
Gerard has to admit Frank was pretty intimidating at first but he's actually really cute and sweet- Mikey just hasn't seen that side of him yet.
"You need to give him a chance Mikey. Please, for me?" Gerard may or may have not pouted.
"Fine, but if he tries doing anything to injure my poor soul I’m definitely leaving."
Franks totally not trying to be the bad guy here but he can’t help who he feels a bit protective and possessive over even if Mikey's no threat. Part of it might be because Gerard’s been really nice to him and he needs the attention since he didn’t get it much before and the other part of it might be because he’s always been clingy and needy. That’s why he never got along with anyone he shared an owner with.
He doesn't say much to Mikey the whole night and then finally Gerard’s walking Mikey to the door. Frank hopes Gerard isn’t upset with him.
“Frankie I think we should have a little talk.” Gerard begins, taking a seat next to him on the couch.
“About what?” Frank asks sort of afraid Gerard will lash out on him. But he doesn’t, he just looks a little sad instead.
“My brother thinks you hate him and I told him you didn’t but you know next time just be a little nicer please. He’s my only friend besides you and it sucks that you two didn’t get along today so for me just do it?”
Frank feels like an asshole. Mikey didn’t deserve his attitude especially when he did make an attempt to talk to Frank at some point. “I’m sorry… It’s just that I’m not used to this.” Frank admits. “In all the other places I’ve been it’s been completely different and you’re just so nice and sweet and adorable—” Gerard ducks his head because he’s blushing. “I just wanted to keep you all to myself, I’m bad at sharing.”
“Frankie you should have told me from the start.” Gerard says holding Franks hand. “I would have understood and I do right now. I just want you to know that I’m not going to hurt you or you know do anything bad. I already like you a lot and well I just want us to be a normal couple.”
“Boyfriends.” Frank says smiling wide, squeezing Gerards hand just a little.
“Yeah boyfrieeeends.” Gerard says blushing horribly against his will.
Frank feels happy for the first time in a long time and so does Gerard.
Notes
Yay! I finally updated/finished this! I'm really sorry for making you guys wait and stuff. I hope you guys enjoyed it!Also I apoligize for any typos and stuff, I might need a beta or something to proof read for me D:
I think another part could defintely be done for this story so I may write something in the near future (>‿♥)
Thanks for reading! -xomichelle❤
Did you know that I will kill a man for an update
7/11/15