Barbed Wire Love

"W-what do you mean?" Frank asked incredulously. "Didn't you see what he was doing?"

"You're a fucking idiot. Look at the state of you" he shook his head angrily, grabbing Frank's wrist and pulling him up the stairs. Frank winced, the action reminding him forcibly of Katie and Ray.

"Sit" Gerard commanded, pointing to the bed. Frank perched on the corner, prodding his busted lip gingerly.

"Take your top off"

Frank froze, slowly looking up. Gerard had a stern expression on his face, his arms folded.

"Gee. Please don't" Frank said weakly.

"Don't be a baby about this, take them off"

Frank closed his eyes and pulled his hoodie over his head. So Gerard's really gonna take Ray's advice? Frank's heard many of horror stories, ones about prison where you can't so much as turn your back on someone with a dick. He's heard the stories of gay sex being the most painful thing ever, myths of people being ripped in half. Frank guesses this is what it's come to. He's actually surprised he's made it so long without this happening, Gerard was bound to run out of patience at some point.

He felt ice cold fingers press against his chest and his eyes flew open. Gerard fingers were pushing lightly down on certain areas of Frank's torso, prodding and feeling carefully.

"Where hurts?" Gerard asked him softly, his gaze drifting from Frank's chest to his eyes.

"I- I- uhm" Frank stuttered, who had seemingly lost the ability to speak.

"Hm?"

"I t-think I'm okay. A couple of bruised ribs maybe"

"Well I don't think we can do anything with that, I think we just let them heal. Let me see your face" Gerard lifted his hands and placed them on either side of his cheeks, most of his anger seemed to have fizzled away.

"He got you pretty bad baby. That was stupid of you, are you okay?" he sighed, brushing a thumb over Frank's busted lip. Frank jumped at the small stinging sensation.

"I'm okay" Frank replied softly.

"Then why are you crying Frankie?"

"Um, I thought you were going to- to make me..."

"I- What? No" Gerard snapped, standing up and turning his back on him, beginning to rifle through his drawers.

"But why though? All your other friends do it"

Gerard turned around, meeting Frank's eyes again before taking a deep breath and sitting back down.

"Because- ugh, it's just disgusting, okay? I don't know how the guys can get off from forcing people to..." he broke off, giving a little shiver and shaking his head.

Frank watched in silence as he applied some kind of liquid to a cotton wool pad and wiped it over a small cut on Frank's jaw.

Gerard paused, bringing his hand down and looking down at his lap. "Do you remember the first night I brought you here Frank?"

"Vividly" Frank murmured.

"The other guys... they've always been the ones who keep the hostages in their houses, not me. It all looked like too much hassle, I couldn't be bothered. I stuck to planning out the pillagings and managing the money. The boys had been joking around for months, saying I should get a boy, then sell him back to his family when I'm done. That's their routine with the girls, anyway. So I did" he sighed, tossing the used cotton wool into the wastepaper basket. "And it was you. You were a cute kid, and I thought 'why the hell not? It'll get the guys off my case'

"So I brought you here. I thought it would be no problem, it surely looked easy when the rest of the guys brought them over. But it wasn't. I mean, of course I was hard as soon as we sat down to watch the movie. You were gorgeous, sitting there with your innocent wide eyes and your soft pink lips and your dark brown hair that curls at the ends. I thought it was going to be great; sex, blowjobs, whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it.

"But then you started pleading. You started crying and it reminded me of all the other girls that the boys had forced them into doing things like that. I knew I couldn't go through with it and it panicked me. What would the guys think if I couldn't handle a schoolboy?" He glanced sideways at Frank and smirked. "It's ridiculous. After all those years of so-called pitiless sinning, I'm broken by a boy, what, 8 or 9 years my junior?"

Frank stared at him bewildered, unsure how to reply. "I haven't... broken you Gee"

Gerard chuckled sourly. "You have no idea" he stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Going to heat up that pizza for you, like the pushover I apparently am now" he sighed, but Frank was sure he could see the humour in his eyes.

"Thank you Gee" Frank called quietly, counting himself lucky that he'd landed with Gerard instead of Ray.

*

Feeling a little braver and more reassured, Frank had slipped his jeans off and climbed into bed. Ever since he'd slept in bed with Gerard he kept his clothes on, but he always slept naked at home, and it grew far too warm in the night anyway.

Gerard came up and tossed the pizza box with the reheated pizza on the bed, and too stripped off to his boxers and climbed under the duvet.

"I'm sorry about the Ray thing"

Gerard snorted. "Why are you apologising? Between you and me the prick deserved it, trying to fuck on my kitchen table"

Frank giggled. "I appreciate you pulling him off me though"

Gerard's mouth quirked up at one side and he wrapped his arm around Frank's bare waist. "He would have killed you sweetheart"

"... Did you really mean what you said about the whole rape thing earlier?"

"It's just something I don't think I'd wanna do" Gerard mumbled, looking away.

Frank bit his lip, then hesitantly reached over and pulled Gerard's face around to look at him, crushing his lips against his.

Gerard, taken a little by surprise, slowly kissed back, his hand sliding up from Frank's waist to his hair. They stayed in this position for a while until Gerard broke away, looking concerned.

"Isn't your lip sore?"

"A little, but I don't care" he shrugged, swinging his leg over Gerard's and sitting down on his lap.

Gerard chuckled, resting his hands loosely on Frank's hips, his thumbs brushing idly over the inked birds.

"I like your tattoos"

"Yeah?"

"Mm. Tattoos are so fucking hot"

"I wanted to get more sometime. Like a sleeve, maybe one or two on my back"

Gerard let out a little groan, his hands tightening on Frank's waist. Frank could feel Gerard's hard on pressing against his ass, making him falter for a moment. Just how far was Frank prepared to go? If at all possible he didn't want to get fucked, he would prefer waiting for someone who actually loved him.

Frank smiled and looked back to Gerard, leaning in for another kiss, although Gerard seemed to sense the momentary change of atmosphere. He returned the kiss for a second, before leaning back. "I'm gonna go brush my teeth"

A little disheartened, Frank nodded and slid off him, watching him move off into the bathroom and close the door behind him. He gave a little groan and slipped under the covers, closing his eyes and trying not to think about what Gerard's really doing in there.

When Gerard returned to the bed, Frank had genuinely began to drift asleep, being half-awoken by a soft kiss brushed against his forehead and a faint whisper he almost didn't catch.

"Goodnight Frankie. Sweet dreams"

Notes

Sorry not much happened in this chapter, but it's a little more of an insight on Gerard
-killjoybyname