The big move (frerard)

"Gee?" Frank asked, looking up at Gerard. They were on the couch in Franks living room, Franks head resting in Gerard's lap.
"Hmm?" Gerard hummed, raking his hands through Franks hair.
"What's school like here?" He asked, biting his lip. He was actually nervous, what if nobody liked him? I mean, it didn't really matter to him what they thought. But there was always this nervousness in the back of his head that everybody would hate him. Gerard thought for a few seconds before replying, thinking over his highschool years. Sure, he'd just finished this year, but it felt like he'd been done for ages.
"It's alright. Some of the kids are assholes, but that's expected. Mikes and his friends will be there." He said, looking down and giving Frank a small smile. When he saw the slightly worried look on Franks face he frowned.
"I'm sure you'll be fine, baby." He told Frank, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on his forehead. Frank smiled, a small giggle passing his lips.
"Thanks, Gee." He mumbled, sitting up and stretching. His shirt rose, exposing inked skin and slightly protruding hip bones. Gerards eyes trailed down, and he bit his lip. A small laugh left Frank and Gerard blushed, his eyes snapping up to meet Franks.
"Like what you see?" Frank asked, a teasing smirk on his face. Gerard blushed harder, looking away from Frank. This caused Frank's smirk to drop into a frown and he moved closer to Gerard so he was sitting on the back of his legs, his knees lightly pressing into the side of Gerard's thigh. He reached up, cupping Gerard's chin in his hand and turning his face so they made eye contact. He pressed his lips onto Gerard's, his hands moving to Gerard's shoulders. He didn't know where this sudden bravery came from but he didn't mind it. Yeah, he definitely didn't mind it. Gerard's arms wrapped around Franks waste and he pulled, making Frank straddle him. After a few seconds Frank pulled away, moving down Gerard's neck and attacking it with kisses. A small moan escaped Gerard's parted lips and Frank stilled, pulling away and biting his lip.
"Don't hide from me when you blush." He said, placing a soft kiss on each of Gerard's cheeks. This of course made him blush, and Frank giggled at him. Frank jumped when he heard the front door open, quickly getting off Gerard and sitting farther away on the couch. To anyone walking in it looked like two friends watching TV, which is what Frank wanted. But he caught the slightly hurt, sad look that passed over Gerard's face. He hoped everything was ok, he'd tell his parents soon enough. Then he wouldn't have to move away, wouldn't have to make it look like they were just friends instead of boyfriends. He mouthed 'I'm sorry' at Gerard and got a small smile and nod in return. Gerard knew it would take time, and at first Frank wouldn't want to tell them. He'd be nervous and jumpy and probably wouldn't do anything like what just happened again. Not for awhile at least. But that was ok, because he knew how hard keeping that secret is and how scary it was to tell people.
"Hey boys!" Mrs.Iero said as she walked into the room, a few grocery bags hanging from her arms.
"Need help, ma?" Frank asked, looking out the front window to see the trunk still open.
"Yes please!" She shouted from the kitchen. Frank linked his and Gerard's hands, pulling Gerard up and outside. Gerard squeezed Franks hand, following him to his moms car. Each boy grabbed two bags, and Frank slammed the trunk door closed.
"Gee?" Frank asked while they were walking towards the front door.
"Yeah?" Gerard asked, raising an eyebrow at Frank.
"I'm.. I'm gonna tell them soon, okay?" He replied nervously. He wanted Gerard to know that it would happen, that he wouldn't be a secret forever. Gerard smiled, looking down a bit.
"Ok, Frankie, ok." And then they walked inside, helped Linda put everything away, taking short glances at each other every once and awhile.

"Frank, can we talk?" Linda asked, knocking on her sons bedroom door. Frank set his guitar down, calling back,
"Yeah, come in!" Gerard had left an hour earlier, Mikey calling him in tears meaning he had to leave. Which Frank totally understood, he'd wanted to help too, but Gerard said it'd be best if he went alone. Linda slowly walked down the stairs, taking in how Frank had decorated everything. There were posters everywhere, a corner full of CD's and Vinyl, with clothes all over the floor. His bed was made for the most part, a few crincles in the blankets where he and Gerard had been sitting. She sat next to Frank, a small, nervous sigh leaving her lips.
"Something wrong?" Frank asked, his eyebrows drawing together. Linda looked up at Frank, eyes wide. How was she going to do this?
"I.. That boy.. Gerard? He.. Uh.." She started, a small blush erupting on her cheeks. Frank didn't know what she was talking about, but at this point, he didn't like it.
"What about him?" Frank asked, trying not to sound to defensive. Linda sighed again, running a hand through her hair. Might as well get it over with, yeah?
"He really likes you Frank.. I mean.. More than..than.." She started, trailing off.
"Friends, mom. More than friends" Frank finished for her, an unsettling feeling washing over him. How could she know that? Already? Were they really that obvious? Dread hit him like a ton of bricks, like a punch in the face. What if she hates him now? Won't let them see each other?
"Yes, Frank, more than friends." She said, her voice stronger now.
"How can you tell?"
"The way he looks at you, mostly." She said, like it was the simplest explanation. Frank frowned, confused.
"H-How does he look at me?"
"All day today I'd catch him sneaking glances at you, smiling like you were the best thing in the world." She said, a small smile on her face. But then she was serious, placing a hand on Franks knee.
"I know you took the breakup with Jamia hard, and you may or may not like guys, but be careful Frank. Don't hurt him by leading him on." She said, her tone serious but soft.

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