Barbed Wire Love

Gerard pov

As soon as I had reached the car, I broke down. My head dropped onto the steering wheel and I let out a loud shaking breath, a few tears slipping past my closed eyes.

Fuck Frank. Fuck him. And he was supposed to have trusted me... He told me he did. I trusted him. Fuck him for betraying that trust. I...

Gritting my teeth, I sat back up and impatiently wiped my tear streaked face, grabbing my keys and starting up the ignition. I doubt my brother will be very consoling. I'm pretty sure Mikey had lost the power of sympathy or empathy a while ago, but I don't want to be anywhere near Frank right now.

-

My brother greeted me with a surprised smile, then a little scoff at my puffy eyes.

"What happened, Frankie steal your paintbrushes and won't give them back?"

"Shut up Mikey. Let me in"

I pushed past him and threw myself down on his sofa, bringing my knees up to my chin. Mikey walked across the room and perched awkwardly on the edge of the sofa by my head.

"What... what happened then?"

"You're right" I mumbled. "It's Frank. He tried to run away"

Mikey set his jaw. "What?"

"Frank tried to leave!" I barked, sitting up so fast Mikey nearly toppled off the edge.

"Fuck... well I... I would say I told you so-"

I shot him a look that made him shut up fast.

He frowned. "What happened?"

I told Mikey the story, never quite looking him in the eyes.

"... It's just fucking typical. The first person in a long time I- I trusted and what happens?"

I ducked my head, my shoulders slouching. I can't believe the words were coming out of my mouth. "I t-think I love him Mikey"

Mikey sniffed, looking rather reproachful. "Don't be ridiculous Gerard. He is merely a boy. What is he, 17, 18? And what were you thinking, TRUSTING him?"

"I don't know" I snapped. Honestly, I'd never given much thought to how old Frank was. I didn't think it mattered, it's not like I was old... and he's not a child. He's practically an adult. I'll have to remember to ask him his age.

"I knew this would happen. You weren't going to treat him the way the others did, you were too busy looking into his puppy dog eyes"

I glared at him, but he carried on.

"You act tough around them all, but they know you're a complete pussy when you're alone with Frank"

"Excuse me? Say that again, I dare you" I barked, my hand twitching towards my gun still stowed in my jeans pocket.

Mikey picked up on my movement and laughed. "You're going to shoot me too? Get real Gee, we both know you wouldn't even think about it. We're all each other has"

"Wouldn't stop me from shooting you" I mumbled.

"Yes it would. I know you don't like hurting the people you love"

I bit the inside of my cheek. Mikey had just said it himself; I hated hurting Frank.

"I don't like that I hurt Frank" I spoke up.

"Yes, I can see tha- oh" Mikey blinked. "That's not what I meant Gerard, I meant you don't like hurting your family"

"No, you said people I love. I love him Mikey. I don't want to, but I do"

"Gerard you're being crazy" Mikey murmured, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "You can't fall in love with some kid, especially not your own hostage. What happens next? You tell him you're in love with him and he'll suddenly love you back and want to stay? It's not going to happen. He's a scared child that wants to go back to his family... and you're the big bad monster who took him away from home"

I closed my eyes, unable to think of a reply because I knew he was right. How could Frank trust me? In short, he doesn't. He obviously never did.

"What do I do Mikes? He knows a lot, probably enough to rat us out if he tells the right people"

"Its a risk we're gonna have to take" Mikey sighed. "We'll get in contact with the mom, make a bargain. In the meantime just treat him like you have been. You've attended to the bullet wound?"

I sniffed and nodded.

"Okay. Just treat him fair, when it's time for him to go tell him if he keeps the info about us to a minimum we'll leave him be"

I slowly stood up, my legs shaking. I looked down to my brother. He was looking back with a calm yet slightly concerned face. I'm not surprised; I was always the one with the cool head and solutions, he was probably taken aback to have to spell out such an obvious scenario.

"Thank you" I nodded to him, clearing my throat and attempting to gain composure.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm better now"

-

I found Frank curled up asleep when I got back, still facing the corner. I gave a little sigh and strode over to him, all my anger fizzling away. I can barely imagine how I was angry with him in the first place.

I picked him up and he moved, nestling into me. His bare skin felt so perfect under my hands.

I clutched him tightly, my heart thudding quickly and the horrible feeling of guilt stabbing at my heart as I saw the dark bruises I had caused, scattered over his pale body. He was so cold, he mustn't have moved from that spot since I left, never mind going to put on some clothes to keep himself warm. It was the middle of winter.

Holding him close, I went upstairs and tore back the covers and tucked him in. After a second of thought, I stripped off and climbed in beside him, he'd heat up faster that way at least.

I made a mental note to leave him be before he woke again. He'd probably be terrified out of his life waking up next to me after all I've done to him.

-

Around an hour later- longer than I planned to stay but I couldn't help it- I made a move to get out of bed and leave Frank as he was plenty warm by now. But as soon as I tried to pull back the covers to get out Frank's arm that was draped loosely around my waist tightened.

I looked curiously over to him, but he was still obviously fast asleep. He shuffled closer, pushing his crotch against my thigh. His lips parted and a small moan passed them, his fingers digging into my waist. My breathing hitched and I looked away from him quickly, knowing I'm getting turned on from this.

Frank's having a goddamn wet dream, and I'm lying here in his clutches unable to get away- not that I wanted to really.

More moans passed his lips and he began rubbing up against me. Oh great, now I'm going to have to go jerk off in the bathroom again. Thanks Frank.

What can I do? Do I just lay here and let him finish or do I try to move and leave the room? Either way he could wake up and freak out.

I decided to move. Bad idea, Frank's moans were abruptly cut off and he jolted awake. I froze, slowly turning my head to look down at him.

He was looking up at me, his eyes wide with shock. His grip loosened on me and he scrambled away, his face flooding with colour.

"S-sorry" he whispered, looking horrified.

"It's alright" I shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. He looked like he was about to pass out, so I got up and crossed the room to the bathroom, there was no point in even trying to hide my erection. I could imagine Frank watching me as I went, but I didn't look back.

My hand was around my dick as soon as I closed the door. I jacked off roughly, just trying to get it over with because it was already obvious what I was doing in here. I wonder if Frank's jacking off too. Probably not, he'll be too scared he's pissed me off.

I finished, not even kidding myself that I wasn't thinking of Frank the whole time. I pulled my boxers back up my hips and went back into the bedroom and picked my shirt off the floor, only looking at Frank as I finished buttoning it up.

"Dinner?"

Frank gulped and looked away. I took that as a yes. Judging by the way his legs were positioned awkwardly under the thin sheet, I assumed he hadn't dared touch himself.

"I'll find something to eat. Come down whenever your ready" I said pointedly, straightening the collar of my shirt and leaving the room.

It could have went worse, considering what had happened the past day. I mean he seemed too scared to talk to me, but I can't blame him.

Notes

School holidays arrived, two months of bliss.

-killjoybyname