Chapter Seven
Frank & Gerard Lie In the Grass Next To the Mausoleum

A week had passed at school, and despite much kissing behind the bleachers and hand-holding on the walk home, nobody knew (besides Mikey, Taylo, and Dewees) that Frank and Gerard were a couple. Mikey called it, “Ridiculously obsessed with each other”, Taylo called it “Freakin’ adorable”, and Dewees called it “Wear protection, Frank”.

It was finally Friday, and Mr. Wentz was at an appointment today, so they had a gangsta sub who introduced himself as “Kanye, but that’s Mr. West to you”, and the moment he left the room to make copies after taking roll, Gerard and Frank were already halfway to the graveyard.

Their silent walks were still silent, but now their hands were intertwined, and Frank leaned into Gerard’s side, occasionally giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek or nuzzling his shoulder. “You make me feel all warm and fuzzy, y’know,” Frank giggled.

Gerard laughed. “I dunno where the fuzzy part came from, but you were already pretty hot.”

They reached the graveyard slightly breathless from Frank’s attempts to tickle Gerard, and once again Frank, being Frank, slapped Gerard’s butt as he went under the fence. Gerard squealed indignantly. “Why do you always do that?”

“Because you have a really nice ass,” Frank said truthfully.

Gerard rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well so do you, and I don’t grab it when we go under cemetery fences.”

“Well, I guess you’d better start now.”

“Fine.” Gerard came up behind Frank sticking his hands in the smaller boy’s back pockets, and squeezing. Frank giggled and buried his face in Gerard’s shoulder.

“C’mon.” Frank tugged Gerard’s arm. “Let’s go lie in the grass.”

Frank sank down in the grass next to the mausoleum, twining his fingers with Gerard’s. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

Gerard turned over, smirking into Frank’s shoulder. “You’re a hypocrite, you know that?”

Frank smiled and sighed contentedly. “Y’know, I could just lie with you like this all day.”

“I’m thinking of telling my parents.” Gerard took a deep breath. “Not that I have a boyfriend, but that I’m gay. The worst they can do is kick me out, and I don’t really know where I’ll go but it’s better than – ”

“If you get kicked out you’re staying with me,” Frank said firmly. “You can sleep in my bed with me and at night we’ll sneak out and watch the stars and when it’s cold I’ll cuddle with you and on weekends we’ll go to the fair and I’ll buy you cotton candy and win you teddy bears.”

“Geez, now I want to get kicked out,” Gerard said sourly. “Although living you I’d probably never get anything done.”

“Why not?”

“You can be a bit…” Gerard’s thumb ghosted over Frank’s palm. “Distracting.”

“Oh, really?” Frank asked, an amused smirk playing on his lips. “How so?”

Gerard blushed. “I dunno…”

Frank’s voice lowered to just above a hoarse whisper. He flicked his tongue out, licking his lips slowly, his gaze never leaving Gerard’s. “I think you do.” Gerard whimpered, hooking his fingers in Frank’s belt loops and tugging him a fraction of an inch closer. Frank stroked his cheek with a tender hand. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Gerard blushed. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

Frank leaned down, burying his face in Gerard’s collarbone and sucking gently at the skin, all while murmuring, “Beautiful. So damn beautiful.”

Gerard moaned slightly. “Take me. I don’t care that we’re supposed to be in school, and I don’t care that we’re in the middle of a graveyard.” He buried his fingers in Frank’s hair, pulling and massaging his scalp slightly. “Fuck me.”

Frank moved further up Gerard’s neck, pressing a gentle kiss right below his jawbone. “Look, flattery got me somewhere. Nah. I want our first time together to be special. ‘ve you ever done it before?”

Gerard blushed. “I’m a closeted gay guy with Christian parents. You, Mikey, Tay, Taylor, and Ray are pretty much the only people I know. What do you think?”

Frank sniggered. “Don’t worry, sugar, I’ll go easy on you.”

“What, have you done it?” Gerard asked, attempting not to think about the way Frank said “sugar”.

“Yes, I have,” he grinned smugly, putting his hands on Gerard’s hips and sneaking his thumbs below the waistband of his jeans, where they rubbed gently.

Gerard groaned. “And tell me again why we can't do it now?

Frank kissed him softly. “I want it to be special.”

“Define special.”

“Y’know – romantic, something you’ll remember. Candles n roses n all that shit.”

“Frank.” Gerard looked him in the eye. “No matter where or when or how we did it, I’d remember it ‘cause it was with you. Do you know how fucking often I replay things you’ve done in my head? But if you want to wait, that’s okay, too.”

Gerard nuzzled the top of his head and Frank claimed his mouth in a slow, lazy, sinful kiss, tongue gently flicking across Gerard’s teeth and into his mouth. Frank mewled and Gerard shivered. “Stop it or I’m gonna come in my pants.”

Frank smirked. “Virgin.”

Gerard, using the most seductive voice he could muster up, which by Frank’s views was pretty fuckin’ seductive, moved to whisper in Frank’s ear, slightly scraping the shell of it with his tongue and tugging gently on the hoop in Frank’s ear with his teeth. “Whore.”

“Oh, god!” Frank convulsed slightly, bucking his hips up against Gerard’s. “Dammit! Why did I have to fall in love with someone so fucking hot?”

Gerard ground down on him for a moment, and then stood up, ignoring certain pantswise problems and offering a hand to Frank. He smiled innocently. “C’mon, it’s time to get back to school.”

“Fuck you,” Frank muttered grumpily.

Gerard batted his eyelashes. “Not yet, honey. Not yet.”

Frank stood up, holding Gerard’s hands in his. “Can we have a sleepover on Friday?”

“Why?” Gerard asked, mock-stupidly.

“That’s not what I meant.” Frank blushed scarlet. “I just wondered if you could come over and watch horror movies and cuddle.”

“I’ll ask,” Gerard smiled.

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“I FUCKIN DID IT!” Mikey screeched. “I PUT ON FUCKIN EYELINER!” He was at Tay’s house. She, Lindsey, Kitty, and Taylor were getting ready to go to some huge party that Billie Joe’s band, Green Day, was playing at. Mikey had decided that the best method of combating his growing affections for Billie Joe was to ignore them, which was working relatively well.

“Well done, young padawan,” Lindsey grinned. She was pretty cool, Mikey had decided. She and Kitty were also a perfect couple. They played in a band with some guys or something.

Mikey glanced in the mirror. Ripped tight black jeans he’d borrowed from Kitty, who was more his size than Tay, leather jacket, Vandals tee, leather jacket, and all-black Chucks. He smirked. Billie Joe was gonna regret it. No. Stop thinking about him.

“Ready to go?” Taylor asked, materializing from the bathroom. She was wearing a ridiculously short red tartan miniskirt, raccoon eyes eyeliner, ripped tights layered over fishnets, and a close-fitting Ramones tee.

Tay sidled up to her, kissing her greedily. “You look good.”

Taylor smirked, running a hand up Tay’s thigh. “I know.”

“Stop it!” Mikey squirmed uncomfortably. “I have no desire to watch lesbian sex.”

Taylor giggled. “But you wanna watch gay sex, huh Mikes?”

Mikey turned beet red. “I hate you.”

“That’s not very heterosexual of you,” Lindsey chided.

Kitty took Lindsey’s hand. “He’s not a very heterosexual person, Linds.”

“Can we leave now?” Mikey pleaded.

“Fine,” Tay huffed. She trounced downstairs, wiggling her butt in front of a very peeved Taylor, and grabbed Taylor’s keys, passing them to her. Taylor climbed into the car. Kitty sat on Lindsey’s lap due to lack of space and Mikey sat uncomfortably close to the door because he was a gay guy and hanging out with a bunch of lesbians was just fucking awkward at points.

Taylor popped in a Stooges CD and in no time they were at the venue, aka someone’s shitty basement in the worse part of town. He immediately lost sight of Kitty and Lindsey, who had likely just gone off to make out in a dark corner, and so he awkwardly followed Tay and Taylor around as they kissed and grabbed each other’s butts and flipped off strangers.

The room was loud and dim and packed, and there was an area in the corner were Tré was setting up a drum set.

“Hey,” a voice said at Mikey’s shoulder, and he jumped about thirty feet, turning around.

Oh. It was Alex Gaskarth, who Mikey sometimes hung out with. He was a bit of a prankster, and had been known to release spiders in classrooms and set things on fire, but he was also really funny and knew pretty much every bit of gossip in the history of the USA. “Hey.” Mikey smiled, glad to be away from awkward lesbian activities. “What’s up?”

“There’s free booze,” Alex said, and there was beer on his breath. “This is the best fuckin’ party ever.”

Mikey laughed. “Where is it?”

“Over there.” Alex pointed to a table amidst a throng of people. “You can have the rest of mine if you want, I’m a fuckin’ lightweight.” He passed Mikey a beer and Mikey took a swig, gulping as the liquid burnt his throat. “Have you seen Jack? He said he’d be here.”

“Barakat?” Jack Barakat and Alex were inseparable since grade school, best friends who pretty much ruled the school. They were the type of people who were popular with a lowercase P, because they knew people and they knew what was going on and they were generally friendly and a lot of girls thought they were cute.

“Yeah. I was gonna ask him out.”

“Nah, sorry.” Mikey said, not surprised that Alex said that because he seemed pretty drunk and was probably just pulling Mikey’s leg.

“You’re not mad?” Alex seemed genuinely surprised.

“Why would I be mad?”

Alex’s eyes held the light of a puppy kicked too often. “Most people are homophobic douchecanoes.”

“I’m gay as fuck, man, I’d be the world’s worst homophobe.” It was the beer talking – it just slipped out and Mikey assumed a horrified face.

Alex patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry man, my lips are sealed until further notice.”

Mikey almost cried from relief. “Thanks. I just – I dunno how my parents feel about it…”

“It’s okay, bro. Couldn’t be any worse than mine.”

“What happened?”

“My mom locked herself in her room and cried for hours. My dad beat the shit outta me with his belt every day for a month. Still does sometimes.” Alex smiled fakely. “But hey, it’s character-building. Two more years till college.”

“I’m sorry, man.” Mikey patted his shoulder awkwardly. “Oh hey, there’s Jack!”

Alex’s face lit up at the sight of black-and-blonde hair and a perfect view of Jack’s butt from where he was bending to help Tré pull a drum rug under. Even Mikey had to admit, it was a nice ass. “I’m gonna go talk to him. I’ll catch up to you later.”

“Okay.” Mikey smiled for what seemed to be the first time in a while. “Good luck. And, Alex – ” Alex turned from where he was halfway across the room. “Thanks.”

A/N: Sorry, this was a bit of a filler chapter, but I promise that there will be entertaining stuff and smut soon. God, I haven’t written smut in ages, it’s gonna be weird af.

I feel a bit like Gerard and Frank’s relationship is almost too perfect – I kinda feel like something should happen, but I don’t want it to be cheating, and I dunno about a big fight because I honestly can't think of anything they’d fight about besides which of them has a better butt.

I also wanted to say thank you so much for all of the comments – it’s so fuckin’ adorable and I love y’all – you keep me going. I was having a really rough week and just reading your comments makes me feel so much better. Also, you should always feel free to talk to me because I’d love to help you out and I could always use a few extra friends.

Last but not least, Rikey or nah? I can’t decide.

Wait jk jk that wasn’t last.

I’m thinking of also starting a fic that somehow involves Frank being captain of the football team but still openly gay and popularish and like not a dick tho and one day Gerard does something nice to him and so Frank is all protective of Gerard even though Gerard is basically just the brooding gay artist with too much eyeliner and an obsession with black coffee and no friends, and so at some point they start going out and like Gerard goes to all his games and shit and it’ll be fuckin’ adorable and they make out in the locker room at Frank’s games and he’s always trying to impress Gerard n shit by winning all his games and scoring all the winning moves n shit. But the truth is I would basically just write this entire fic centered around one scene where Frank admits he has a major cross-dressing kink and the next day Gerard shows up at Frank’s game in a fuckin’ cheerleader uniform and Frank loses the game because he’s so distracted and at the end he’s just like, “You. Me. Locker room. Now.”

Okay THAT was the last. <3 have a lovely day my sugarplums.

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