Frerard one shots

Frank stuffed his hands into his jean pockets, humming along to Basketcase by Green day. His ear buds were blasting the song into his ears so loudly he didn't hear the people running up behind him. He gasped when his shoulder was grabbed and he was harshly spun around.
"What the hell!" He cursed, eyes widening when he saw who grabbed him. His heart beat sped up and he tried to pull away.
"Where do you think your going, fag?" One of the guys spat, glaring at Frank.
"That's none of your business fuckhead." Frank spat back, rolling his eyes. These assholes had made it their personal jobs to beat the shit outta Frank any chance they got. And he was sick of it.
"What did you just call me!?" The guy snarled, lunging for Frank and punching him in the face. Frank's head whipped to the side and he groaned, feeling his lip split open. The group took turns punching and kicking him. They didn't stop until he was curled in a ball on the ground, bruised and bleeding.
"Hey! Assholes leave him alone!" An angry voice yelled, one that Frank didn't recognize. The person ran over, yelling at the group of guys. Frank's head was spinning and he couldn't hear what the man was yelling but suddenly the guys were running away.
"Hey, come on." Someone said softly, putting their arms under Franks shoulders and lifting up. He groaned and straightened out, his legs wobbling slightly.
"W-Who are you?" Frank rasped, trying to turn and look at the guy who probably saved his life.
"Names Gerard, Gerard Way. Now come on, we've got to get you cleaned up." Gerard said, wrapping and arm around Franks waist so he wouldn't fall over. Frank was sitting on the closed toilet in Gerards bathtroom, fidgeting with his fingers as Gerard pressed at his split lip with a towel. Gerard sighed, standing straight and looking down at Frank with a sympathetic smile. Frank had to hold back a scoff, he didn't want sympathy or pity. But he wasn't going to complain. Once his head stopped spinning and his vision cleared he took in Gerards appearnce. He was older than Frank, maybe by a few years. He hand messy black hair that was constantly covering his face, thin pink lips, amazing hazel eyes, and incredibly pale skin. He was easily the most attractive man Frank had ever seen.
"It'd be easier if you just took a shower, can you stand by yourself?" Gerard asked, his cheeks turning pink. Frank chuckled and nodded, getting to his feet. He immediately felt a sharp pain in his gut and gasped, leaning on the counter. Gerard's eyebrows drew together and he bit his lip.
"I could.. I could help. If you want?" Gerard asked nervously. He didn't want Frank to think he was some creep. That's the last thing he wanted. Frank's eyes widened and his cheeks redend. Did he want to shower with Gerard? YES. But, what if he screwed up? I mean, Gerard might not even be gay! He could just be trying to be nice and Frank didn't want to come off as some horny loser who gets beat up all the time.
"A-Are you sure?" Frank asked nervously, looking up at Gerard. They were both standing, well Frank was leaning against the counter, and Gerard was quiet a few inches taller than him.
"Yeah. I mean, as long as you are." Gerard said, a small smile on his lips. Frank nodded and started to take his shirt off the best he could while leaning on the counter. Gerard chucked and placed a hand on Franks, stopping him. He turned the shower on and then returned to Frank, taking the ends of his t-shirt in his hands and pulling it up. His hands brushed across Franks stomach as he lifted the shirt and Frank bit his lip. He just had to focus on showering, nothing else. Gerard noticed Franks struggles and a smirk made it's way onto his face. Once Franks shirt was off Gerard trailed his hands down to the hem of his pants, slowly unzipping them. Franks grip on the counter tightened and his breathing was getting heavier. This only encouraged Gerard more and he pulled Franks jeans down along with his boxers. He took a step back, observing Frank. His neck, arms, and stomach were tattooed. His body was littered with bruises and Gerard frowned. He didn't deserve to get beaten up like that.
"Frankie?" Gerard said quietly, the nickname slipping easily past his lips.
"Yeah?" Frank asked, his heart beating at an incredibly fast pace. "Do they do this to you a lot?" Gerard asked, lightly tracing one of the bruises on Franks side. Frank just sighed and looked away, not wanting Gerard to know how pathetic he really was. His frown deepened, that was a yes. He stripped down then, knowing fully well that Frank was watching him. Once his clothes were off he got in the shower, helping Frank get in. Frank hissed as the semi hot water hit his body, washing away all the dirt and blood. He leaned against Gerard for support, the water relaxing his aching muscles. Gerard was silent as he grabbed the shampoo, squirting some of the strawberry scented soap into Franks hair. Conditioner followed and Gerard ran his hands through Franks hair, pulling on the soaked strands. A small moan left Franks lips and Gerards hands stilled, a smirk gracing his face once again. He leaned down to Franks ear and kissed his neck before asking, "Do you like when I pull your hair, Frank?" His tone was teasing and he knew by the shudder that went through Frank that the answer was yes.
"I-I" Frank stuttered, cheeks blazing. He couldn't help it, Gerard was pressed up behind him, breathing down his neck. Gerard's arms wrapped around Franks waist and he spun him around, so their chests were pressed together.
"Hmm Frankie?" Gerard teased, his hands slowly sliding down to Franks ass. Frank's eyes were wide, locked with Gerard's. It was painfully obvious that he was aroused, and Gerard smirked down at him. He squeezed Franks ass and he gasped, arms going to Gerard's shoulders.
"Y-Yes." Frank groaned, his eyes squeezing shut. Gerard laughed and it was probably the best sound Frank had ever heard.
"Can I kiss you Frankie?" Gerard whispered, leaning down so his nose lightly brushed Franks. Frank nodded weakly and that was all Gerard needed before he pushed his lips onto Franks. The kiss was soft at first, Gerard not wanting to reopen Franks split lip. Frank wound his arms around Gerard's neck, pressing his body closer and making Gerard groan. Frank slipped his tongue into Gerard's mouth and they each fought for dominance. Once the need to breath took over they pulled apart, Gerard leaning down and kissing Franks neck.
"Gee." Frank moaned when Gerard bit at a certain spot. Gerard pulled away, satisfied with the large hickey he'd left on Franks neck.

Frank walked into the living room and a big grin formed on Gerard's face.
"You look good in my clothes Frankie." He cooed, wrapping his arms around Franks waist. Frank blushed and kissed Gerards cheek. "Thanks for saving me Gee." He murmured, pressing a soft kiss on Gerard's lips.
"It was no problem," Gerard started, burying his head in the crook of Franks neck.
"I got something pretty great in return." He giggled.
"And what was that?" Frank asked, raising an eyebrow.

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