The big move (frerard)

"I'll see you later." Frank mumbled, leaning over into the drivers side and lightly kissing Gerard. Gerard smiled, returning the kiss. "See ya later, babe" Gerard said, waving to Frank a bit as he got out of the car. Frank blushed at the nickname, waving back before walking into his school. A few people stared at him, some just watching aimlessly, others with a disgusted look on their faces. Frank sighed a little, pulling his jacket tighter around himself and making it inside. "Hey, Iero, come over here!" Frank groaned, turning away from his locker to see a few guys that had been watching him enter school that morning. He decided on ignoring them, they were just a bunch of assholes anyways. He didn't want to deal with them, he just wanted to go find Gerard in the parking lot and go home. Suddenly Frank was roughly pushed against his locker, his books scattering on the floor around him. "What the fuck!" He yelled, whirling around to see the guys had come up to him. "Figured you didn't hear me before, so we might as well come over here and talk." One guy said, a snide smirk curling on his lips. Frank rolled his eyes, starting to pick up his books and shove them in his backpack. "Then talk." Frank grumbled, turning to look at them with an annoyed expression. The guy scowled, turning to look at his two friends. "Iero's being sassy with us guys, what do you think we should do about that?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at his friends. And that was when the sinking feeling erupted in Franks stomach, they definitely didn't just want to talk. "Uh.. I should be going now.." Frank mumbled, slipping past the guys only to be pulled back right away. "We saw you kiss that guy this morning, Fag. Is that where your trying to run off to? To go make out with your boyfriend?" The guy sneered, pushing Frank against the lockers again. Frank winced, regaining balance only to be punched in the face and then the stomach a few times. The punches stopped and Frank slid down the lockers, holding onto his sore jaw and taking shaky breaths. He hasn't gotten beaten up in a rather long time, and it was something he definitely hadn't missed. "We don't like fags, Iero, remember that." The guy spat, all three turning and leaving Frank on the floor. Frank managed to get out to the parking lot, the few kids left at school stared at him, shocked, and he wondered how bad his face looked. He could feel that his lip was split, and he didn't doubt a nasty bruise was forming on his jaw. His stomach was probably several different shades of purple but he didn't really want to think about it. He slowly made his way to Gerard's car, dreading the questions he knew his boyfriend would ask him. He knew Gerard would feel like it was his fault, even though it in no way was. Frank had kissed him, not the other way around. Not that it really mattered, Frank would do it again regardless of what those assholes wanted. "Holy shit, what happened!?!" Gerard asked, eyes wide as he took in Franks appearance. Frank flipped down his visor, checking out the damage. His cringed a bit, flipping the visor back up. His lip was indeed split, and the bruise on his jaw was already getting to be a dark purple. "Frank." Gerard said seriously, his tone making Frank turn and look at him. Frank signed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm fine Gee, some guys just decided to fuck around with me." Frank said, not wanting to tell Gerard why it really happened. Gerard frowned, leaning towards Frank and lightly kissing his cheek. "Let's go, you can tell me what happened at your place." Frank hissed a little, moving his head back a bit. Gerard rolled his eyes, gently cupping Franks jaw to make him stay still. "I'm almost done, stop moving." He mumbled, dabbing at Franks lip with peroxide. Frank sighed, letting Gerard continue cleaning his split bottom lip. Once he was done, Gerard moved away, taking in the bruise that covered almost half of his boyfriends jaw. Anger bubbled up in his chest and he clenched his fists a few times. Frank bit his lip, dropping down onto the floor from his bathroom counter. He immediately felt a sharp pain in his stomach and winced, eyes squeezing shut. Gerards eyes narrowed and he walked forward, trapping Frank against the counter by pinning his hips to it. Frank gasped a little, looking up at Gerard with wide eyes. "G-Gee?" He asked, looking between Gerards eyes and his lips. Instead of answering, Gerard ran his hands up Franks sides, pulling his shirt off and throwing it on the floor. He then took a few steps back, his eyes widening at what he saw. "Fuck." He mumbled, meeting Franks sad eyes. "Why didn't you tell me they did more?" Gerard asked, lacing his fingers with Franks and pulling him out of the bathroom and to his bed. Frank sighed, lightly squeezing Gerards hands. "I didn't want you to worry." Frank said, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. Gerard frowned a little, lightly running his fingers over the large bruises on Franks stomach. "Do you... Do you know why they did this?" Gerard asked, pulling away and sitting up straight. Frank frowned, nodding his head and biting on his lip ring. Gerard looked at him expectantly, waiting for Frank to speak. "They did it because.. because they saw me kiss you when you dropped me off." Frank mumbled, looking up into Gerard's eyes. Gerard instantly paled and he moved a little bit farther away from Frank. "They hurt you because of me?" Gerard asked sadly, standing up. "Gerard no, it was my fault. I kissed you and they didn't like that." Frank tried to explain, standing up and walking towards his boyfriend. Gerard thought about what Frank said, looking over his dark purple stomach and jaw. He knew it was his fault, if he hadn't given Frank a ride that day, if he hadn't been there for Frank to kiss, if he hadn't fallen for Frank none of this would have happened. It was his fault. "I- Frankie I'm so sorry." Gerard rushed out, turning and bolting up the stairs, out the front door, and to what Frank hoped was his own house and not to Bert or alcohol.

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