Barbed Wire Love

After Mikey had left, Gerard went up to his bedroom to find Frank sprawled out on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Gerard sat down on the corner of the bed and Frank shot up into a sitting position, his hair a mess. Gerard sighed. God, what he wouldn't do to bend Frank over that damn bed and fuck him senseless. And he would do, if he didn't feel so fucking guilty.

Sure, he's thieved, he's lied, he's killed... but none of it had made him feel particularly bad, it was his job, after all. But there was just something unbearably immoral about yesterday. He'd almost forced Frank to suck him off, and Frank hadn't wanted to do it.

It's one thing to kill someone: it's just bang, then lights out. Goodnight Vienna. No pain, no fuss. But if you're putting someone under such intense emotional and physical pain... It would last them a lifetime. Like a permanent invisible scar.

Gerard watched him as he slowly brought his knees up to his chin, probably becoming a little uneasy about Gerard standing and staring at him.

Gerard cleared his throat. "Uh, sorry it took a while. Mikey's gone, so you can come back down if you like. We can watch the rest of Young Frankenstein?"

"Eh, yeah. Okay" Frank nodded, offering a timid smile.

*

"Frank, tell me about you're family" Gerard attempted to say nonchalantly, failing miserably.

"... Like what?" Frank asked, almost managing to sound more defensive than nervous.

Gerard sighed, knowing he hadn't fooled Frank for a second. "How's your relationship with your dad?"

At this, Frank flinched. "Why- why would you ask?"

"It's just important for me to know. I'm playing the good cop here" he added, a small frown on his face.

"Uhm... my dad left a few years back. I haven't seen him since"

Gerard cursed internally. "Well, what's your mom's job?"

"She works with kids who have learning difficulties"

"And are you and her close right?"

"We've both tried to be close. But it's like we can't, not since dad left..." Frank looked up to meet Gerard's eyes. "So if that question was to find out how much ransom money you'll get out of her, then it'll not be much. I don't think she'd really be prepared on spending all her money on saving me"

They stared at each other for a moment, Frank bravely maintaining eye contact.

"So if you're going to kill me" Frank continued surprisingly steadily. "You may as well just do it now. Please just get it over with"

"I don't- there'd be no point in killing you" Gerard mumbled.

"Really?"

"Yeah" he shrugged uneasily. "I wouldn't gain anything by it. I mean, I'd have to if I thought you could get us in trouble"

Gerard gave him a wry smile and looked away, turning back to Young Frankenstein and shaking his head.

*

It was nearly 2am, but Frank's still up. He had been offered the bed, but knowing Gerard would be sleeping there too, he quickly declined.

He lay on the sofa, not bothering to wipe the tears away as they rolled down the sides of his face. He's been so busy keeping an eye out that he doesn't get an unwanted dick shoved up his ass or in his mouth he hasn't had the time to think about what could be happening in the outside world. It's the first time he's properly thought about his mom since arriving at the house. What would she be thinking of right now? Would she too, be lying awake and thinking of Frank, waiting on his return?

Frank sniffed and a couple more tears ran down his face. The sofa he was lying on was so fucking uncomfortable compared to that bed. The pillow is too hard and made of some form of satin, meaning that Frank's head would occasionally slide off it. The blanket was a shade too thin, and it was a cold night. It's almost as if Gerard had purposefully made the sofa bed hard to sleep in.

And if he had, fuck, it was working. He just wanted a bed tonight, no matter who was sleeping beside him.

Frank scolded himself for thinking such a dangerous thing. He was being ridiculous, he couldn't sleep beside a murderer. It was just his tired mind, altering his sense of right and wrong.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again irritability. Fuck this. He wrapped the thin blanket around himself and stumbled down in the dark hall, reaching the stairs. He took them one by one, careful not to trip in the dark.

He reached Gerard's room and gently pushed the door open. He froze for a moment, watching Gerard's motionless form lying on the bed underneath the thick covers, listening to his light snores fill the room.

"Gerard?" Frank spoke into the darkness. The snores were abruptly cut off, there was a pause, then a guttural mumble.

"Can I- uh, stay here for a bit?"

"Frank?"

"Yeah it's me"

Wordlessly, Gerard shifted over to the right hand side of the bed, pulling the covers back for Frank to get in.

Frank timidly dropped the blanket and padded over to the bed, climbing in and pulling the covers up. He let out a little sigh of content. This was much more comfortable.

"S'happening Frank? What's wrong?" Gerard asked, clearly still half asleep.

"... Nothing's wrong. I just wanted a bed to sleep in"

"'Kay Frank. You sleep then" he reached over and lazily patted Frank's arm, before tucking his hand back under his own head with a smile.

Frank nearly snorted out loud. Gerard slept like a total princess.

"... Goodnight Gerard" he whispered into the pitch dark of the bedroom, knowing Gerard had already fallen back asleep.

Notes

It's around 3:30am. I'm exhausted, but I really wanted to get this chapter up. Thank you for your commenting, your rating and your subscribing!
-killjoybyname