"You.. You do?" She asked, a small smile breaking out on her face. Frank's eyebrows rose and he looked at her like she was crazy.
"Uh.. Yeah.. ma'. I do." He answered, and she let out a girly sqeal, throwing her arms around her sons neck.
"Mom?" He asked, completely stunned. She wasn't mad? She pulled away slowly, resting her arms in her lap, a light pink tinging her cheeks.
"I'm just happy, is all." She told him, the smile still etched onto her face. Frank let out a deep breath, one he didn't realize he'd been holding, and hugged her as hard as he could. A small gasp left her lips and she hugged back tightly.
"Your not.. mad?" He mumbled, still somewhat unsure. She giggled, which was strange for Frank to hear, and moved away again.
"No, I'm not mad! I think you and Gerard look good together." She said, a small smirk on her face. Frank groaned, his cheeks heating up. And Herr came the teasing, of course. It was his mother after all, how could he have expected any less. She laughed at his reaction for a few seconds, but then she was serious, which made Frank sit up straighter.
"Just.. be careful, okay? Don't do anything stupid." She warned, and Frank nodded quickly.
"I'll be careful Ma', I promise." She nodded, pressed a kiss on his cheek, and stood up.
"Good. And you tell him if he ever hurts you, he's gonna have to deal with me." She said, a teasing yet serious tone in her vocie.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll tell him."

Ever since he had the talk with his mother, Frank couldn't wait to tell Gerard. He couldn't believe she'd been so happy for him, for them. Knowing that his mother didn't hate him for who he was, was probably the best feeling in the world. So now, at Ten o'clock at night, Frank was standing outside of Gerard's house, throwing rock after rock at Gerard's bedroom window. Yeah, it was cliche, but it was the only way he could think of to get Gerard to come outside. After about a minute a sleepy looking Gerard opened his window, red hair going crazily all over the place. He squinted down at the ground, confusion written on his face.
"Frankie? What're you doing?" He asked, running a hand through his hair. Frank blushed, happy that it was dark so Gerard couldn't see it.
"I-I need to talk to you, Gee." He said, barely able to contain his excitement.
"Alright, I'll be down in a minute." He said, closing his window.

Gerard pulled on some jeans and a T-shirt, slipping his converse on and then quietly running down the stairs. He had no idea why Frank needed to talk to him, but he wasn't going to complain. He'd almsot screwed up again, almost gotten completely wasted. But he didn't. He didn't for Mikey, for his parents, and for Frank. He knew it would hurt them more than it would himself. Once he reached his backyard he found Frank, sitting on the grass with his legs crossed. He looked like he was thinking, thinking about something really important. And that slightly worried Gerard, what if he wanted to stop what they had going on. Wanted to break up? Sure, it'd hadn't been going on long, but he didn't want it to end. He really didn't.
"She knows, Gee." Frank mumbled, looking up at Gerard sadly. Gerard frowned, confused.
"Who knows what, Frankie?" He asked, sitting down next to Frank.
"My mom, she knows about us. About me." He said, not meeting Gerards eyes. A sinking feeling settled in Gerard's gut and he grabbed one of Franks tattooed hands.
"I'm so sorry baby." He said sadly, he'd honestly thought she'd have accepted Frank.
"Don't be." Frank giggled, his frown turning into the biggest smile Gerard had seen on him since they met.
"What.. Wh-" He started, but Frank cut him off, using his free hand and pulling Gerard's face closer, pressing their lips together hard. Gerard let go of Franks other hand, placing his hands of Franks hips and pulling him closer. Frank laughed against the kiss, pulling away.
"She's not mad, she's okay with me, with us." Frank said happily, his hands resting on Gerard's shoulders. A smile broke out on Gerard's face once the words sunk in, and he pulled Frank in for a bone crushing hug.
"Oh thank god." He breathed, although he was in no way religious. Then he pulled away, lightly punching Franks arm.
"You're such an ass." He grumbled, referring to the sad way Frank had been acting before."Aw, I was just messin' with you Gee." He pouted, giving Gerard his best 'puppy dog eyes'. After a few seconds Gerard sighed, caving, and pressed a soft kiss on Frank lips.
"Does this mean we don't have to sneak around, then?" He asked softly, resting his forehead on Franks.
"She's talking to my dad tomorrow, so after that, no more sneaking around." Frank said, his hands snaking around Gerard's waist. If anybody saw them, they probably looked weird and crazy. But it didn't matter to either of them, they were together and that's all that mattered in that moment. Gerard surprised Frank by pulling him down, so he was hovering over him, and attaching their lips again. Gerards hands slowly traveled from his shoulders, down his arms, to his hips. Frank straddled Gerard, making sure to keep himself steady so all his weight wasn't falling on him. Gerard squeezed Franks hips, making him groan and lightly grind them down. This made Gerard moan softly into the kiss and they both pulled away for air. After a few seconds Frank stood up, helping Gerard to his feet afterwards.
"I uh.. Should probably get home." Frank mumbled, his cheeks blazing. Gerard laughed, pulling Frank into his side and lightly kissing him again.

"Your cute when you blush, Frankie." He said, pulling away and walking inside.

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