The Only Way

I woke up in the middle of the night and Mike and Gee were gone. I wasn't used to the ambiant noise that filled the house. I heard creaking sounds as if someone was walking on the hardwood in direction of my room. The door opened but I couldn't see who it was.

"Who's there?" I asked, terrified of who it might be for no reason. Stupid nerves.

"Damn..I thought you were asleep. Now I bet you're all freaked out." The voice said.

"Gerard?" I said, recognizing his high piched voice.

"Who else? Were you waiting for someone else? Like Mark?" He said, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

I guess he had decieded to stay for the night. He slipped under the blankets next to me. His foot were so cold against my skin.

"I wasn't waiting for anyone." I said, still weirded out that he was lying next to me.

He leaned in closer so he could lay his head on my shoulder and wrap his arm around my chest.

"Careful my ribs hurt like hell." I said as he withdrawned his arm.

"Sorry."

He caressed my side gently. The only sound that could heard in the room were my heavy breaths. We stayed like this for a moment, his touch felt good on my naked skin.

"I couldn't sleep on this damn sofa. It's not as comfortable as it looks." he said, caressing my head.

"Neither could I." I told him.

"I couldn't sleep knowing you were in the next room either." He said, playing with my hair.

I smiled in the dark and He must have seen it because he kissed me on the cheek.

"You're so beautiful." He said, sighning.

"You only like me for my looks" I said, teasing him.

"I love you for so many reasons, it would take the rest of the night to enumerate them all." He said.

"Got all the time in the world, so tell me."

"Your hair" he said, sliding his hand through it.

"Your nose" he said, brushing it with the tip of his finger.

"Your lips" he said, leaning in for a kiss. His lips were so soft against mine. I slightly opened my mouth so he could slid his tongue in but he broke the kiss instead.

"Your chest" he said, caressing my ribs gently.

"Your hips" he said, lowering his hands and breathing more heavily.

"Your...dick." he whispered in my ear, caressing my tighs. I let out a moan that made him grab my crotch.

"Humm..." He said, feeling me up. I didn't really noticed I had an erection before it was rubbing against my clothing. It felt nice, tingly and warm against his touch.

"Your ass" he said, against my mouth, pinching my butt cheeks.

"Fuck, sorry..it hurts." I said, clenching my jaw because of the pain.

"Damn..I forgot.." He said, withdrawing his hand.

"It's okay. I'm pretty beaten up. It's not like it's something you should get used to."

"I'll make you heal faster." He said, kissing me from my ribs to my shoulder then finishing on the lips.

"So I was kinda right, you only love me for my body." I said.

"I'm not done yet." He answered, defending himself.

"I love you because you're creative. Remember the drawing you made for the groupa therapy? It was pretty neat."

"Yeah."

"I love you because you are a bit of a poet. The words you chose to describe that drawing were just so deep."

"I love you because you are genuine, sweet, strong, smart, sexy, cool, hopeful from time to time, funny, witty..it could go on forever."

"Oh and that smile....no one can deny that smile you got." He said, breathing against my skin.

"Isn't that enough?" He asked.

"Yeah it is...but.." I still wanted more.

"But..why is there always a but?" He asked, defeated.

"Cause, Gee...you..do you still need time or are you finally ready to date me?" I asked. I just wanted him to say the words and I would be his forever.

"Why do you need to put a label on us?"

"Cause..I want it to be official.." Maybe it was immature but I didn't give a damn.

"I got no intent of being with anyone else than you so if you really need it than I don't see why not." He finally answered.

"Say it."

"Frank Anthony Iero, will you be my boyfriend?" He asked with sweetness in his voice.

"Yesss!" I said, squeezing him tightly.

"You're so goddamn cute." He said, kissing the top of my head.

The expression on my face went to super happy to pensive. I thought about the sexual experience he probably had and even tho I knew the basic stuff it was still pretty intimidating.

"What's up in your head, you seem preoccupied."

"I'm kinda worried about how this whole thing is gonna work.." I said, biting my lips.

"You mean you and me?"

"Yeah..I don't know much about sex..and you'll probably end up disapointed.."

"Oh sweetheart. I don't want you to worry about that stuff. It's not gonna happen till you're 18."

"It's in less then two months Gerard.." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah but we'll figure it out, I'll teach you, you'll see it's no rocket science."

"You'll teach me?" I said, a bit turned on by the images that popped in my head.

"Yeah I'm a good professor." He said, winking.

"So you've done this before? Sleep with a virgin I mean" I asked, curious.

"No, never but even tho your partner is experienced, there's always things to learn. Not everyone likes the things same in bed."

"And what do you like?"

"Euhm..I like it a bit rough, but I would never force you to do anything you wouldn't want." He said, trying to reassure me.

"I just wonder how it feels..."

"Want me to show you a bit?" He asked, passion in his eyes.

"Yeah..I don't want it to hurt tho."

"I'm just gonna...show you how it's done...you'll see. Take off your boxers and sit on the bed with your knees up and your legs apart" he asked. He started brushing two fingers on my lips and asked me to lick them. I did it in a real sensual way that made him moan a bit.

"First you play with your asshole, to get it to relax and open up." He said, doing it at the same time. He then pushed a finger inside me. It felt kinda good but not at the same time, it was a lot of pressure at once.

"You never go dry or else it's gonna hurt like hell and you trust your finger back and forth cause it might hurt if you bend it the wrong way. Do you like it?"He asked.

"Humm" I nodded. I felt the excitation rushing in.

"While doing this you periodically give your cock a couple of hard wanks but don't come yet." He told me as he started pumping my dick. He then pushed another finger inside me against my pubic bone. I felt a mix of pleasure and pain as I started panting.

"Close your eyes. Imagine it's my dick inside of you." He purred, fingering me deeper.

"Humm Gee...I wish you would fuck me for real." I said, moaning. I never felt something that intense. I wasn't gonna be able to hold it much longer.

"Gee...ohhh..I'm gonna..."

"Come for me baby" he asked. I was on the edge of shooting my jizz all over my stomach.

"Oohh...Geee..fuccKKKK..." I screamed at the top of my lungs as I came.

"Not so loud.." He said putting his hand on my mouth but it was too late, I bet everyone in the house had already heard me.

"Sorry" I answered shyly.

"It's okay my love, I'm glad that you liked it."

He got up and gave me a box of tissues so I could clean myself up.

"I'm sorry I came so fast..." I said, ashamed. I didn't want him to think I was a premature ejaculator.

"Don't be, it's kinda flattering really, makes me think I'm good at it."

"Do you...want something in return?" I asked touching his hard dick.

"Nah I'm good honey, It's already really late and.."

"Let me guess...your head aches?" I answered sarcastically.

"No it's just that if you start touching me, I know for a fact that I won't be able to stop and I'll end up regretting it."

"I get it, you wanna wait." I said, disappointed.

"I was serious when I told you I wanna take my time with this. I love you too damn much to lose you."

"Why would you lose me?" I asked, not really understanding what he meant.

"Cause we're not..you're not legal yet, Frank. What's another two months anyway?"

"You worry too much about what people may think."

"I could end up losing custody..I just wanna wait till I'm divorced or till you're 18, which ever comes first, you understand?.." He answered back.

"Of course I do. I'll lay low, won't make any fuss, I promise." I told him

"Thanks. I'm glad you get it." He told me, kissing the top of my head.

"That's called communicating, explaning shit, you know? You're not really good at that thing, remember?" I said, nagging him.

"I'm getting better, now ain't I?"he asked.

"Of course you are." I told him, kissing him.

"Talking about communication..can you explain exactly why you ended up kissing Mark? I mean, does he have a crush on you, do you feel the same way?..I just.." He asked. I knew I had disappointed him.

"No I don't. Mark is in a complicated relationship with a guy who's dating a girl and won't admit he's gay. I don't know why he kissed me, maybe to get back at him, he was confused, and so was I."

"I get it, it's just...it made me so jealous." He said, burying his head in my chest.

"It's a good thing tho, it means you really love me."

"You already knew that, silly." He said, smiling against my skin.

"Wanna cuddle?" He asked. I answered by dropping my head on his shoulder. I fell asleep in his arms, thinking, that I had a boyfriend for the first time in my life. I didn't really know what it meant, nor what good was gonna come out of it but the peaceful sentation I felt holding his hand was enough.

I woke up at 9 am, no sign of Gerard around. He must have left to work. Since my mom had died, I was really sensitive about goodbyes. I wish I could've kissed him at least or hear him tell me he loved me again because yesterday still felt like a dream.

I decided to get up because of the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. I dressed up and put the hoodie that Gerard had given me the night before. Michael was eating breakfast alone sitting at the table, reading the papers.

"Morning brother-in-law." He told me, getting up and squeezing me into a tight hug.

"Mor...ning.." I answered, trying to catch my breath.

"So Gerard told you.."

"Well even if he hadn't...from the sounds you made yesterday...I would've figure it out.." He said, his face all serious.

This was more than embarrassing. I decieded not to answer back, it was already enough awkward as it was.

"Your face hahaha...I don't mind, really, Suzanne was a bit turned on by it if you know what I mean." He told me, nudging my shoulder.

"That's too much information before coffee." I tolu him, weirded out by his honesty.

"Make yourself at home." He said, pointing the coffee machine and giving me a cup.

"We'll have to get your things at your place. It's the only pair of jeans I got that will fit you. You'll wear them out at some point. We'll have to make it quick, I have no intention of meeting your dad."

"I still got the keys but I'm not sure when he's home." I told him.

"I hope he didn't throw out all your things already."

"They would be easy to pick up at least." I answered, only half joking.

"Alright, I'll make you breakfast and then we're gonna go. What about french toasts?" Mike asked.

"Sounds yummy!"

I was used to eating frozen meals and cereals mostly, my dad couldn't or wouldn't cook shit and I guess I was too lazy or exhausted to learn on my own. After a couple minute he put down a plate that looked delightful in front of me. I took a bite without waiting.

"That's the best thing I ever tasted." I told him, my mouth still filled with food.

"Haha thanks, buddy." He told me, patting my head.

I finished eating and we went to my dad's home. I was really nervous to go back but I knew nothing could go wrong as long as Michael was next to me. We entered the house to find my dad, snoring really loud on the couch. He was surrounded by trash and empty bottles of vodka, rhum and wine. He must have drank himself to sleep. Even tho I hated him, I wouldn't have wished that on my worst ennemy. There was puke on the floor and it smelled like despair and death.

"Woah..it stinks." Michael said, pinching his nose.

"He really needs help you know.." I said, standing there, looking at my dad, tears filling my eyes.

"Do you know someone you could call, that would care enough to check up on him?"

"Mark's mom, I could always call her."

I decieded I would call her once we were gone. We went upstairs and Mike's eyes went wide when he saw the state of my non existant door. My things were still packed in boxes which made things way easier for us. I only had three boxes of stuff and two of them were filled with clothes, underwear and socks. And there was my guitar, of course, I wasn't going anywhere without it. I was glad to see that my dad didn't throw out anything. We packed everything in the car and we were ready to go. I called Mark's mom in the car.

"Hey miss Thompson."

"Hello Frank. You wanna talk to Mark?" She asked.

"No in fact, I was wondering if you could check on my dad. I'm staying at a friend's and I tried to call him all morning but he won't return my calls. I'm kinda worried, he didn't look so good last time I saw him." I lied.

"Okay, I'm glad you called. I'll be on my way. Mark wants to have a word with you." She said, giving the phone to him.

I told Mike to start the car and we drove back to his house.

"Hey Frank. I was worried about you, I wish you would've at least called me yesterday." He said, sounding kinda sad.

"I'm sorry man, my dad beat me up and throw me out...I slept at my psychiatrist's home."

"Gerard's brother?" He asked, knowing full well that he was his brother.

"Yeah. I got scared so I called Gerard and he brought me there."

"You could've called me, you know...I couldn't sleep." He said, disappointed that I had chosen Gerard over him.

"I'm really sorry..Mark..it's just that we left things a bit awkward..and." I tried to explain.

"You prefer Gerard, I get it...all I wanted was to know you were alright and that your dad hadn't kill you. I'm still your friend even tho we kissed." He said.

"I know that. I appreciate it. I won't do it again. I don't know what to say besides that I'm sorry." I told him, feeling like an asshole.

"Alright. Could I come see you at your psychiatrist's place some time? I don't even know his name.." He asked.

"It's Mike and yeah I'll ask him but I don't see why he wouldn't agree."

"Alright, keep in touch please?" He pleaded.

"I promise. Take care Mark, see ya soon."

"See ya"

He hanged up and Mike started asking questions about the phone call I had just made.

"Who were you talking to..I don't think you would have called Mark's mom "man"." He asked.

"It was Mark."

"What happened between you two that were so awkward that you decided not to give him an update? That's what he was pissed about, wasn't it?"

"Yeah...humm..we kissed." I said, biting my lips.

"What ??"

"It was before Gerard asked me to be his boyfriend and..He did it first..I just..froze there, not knowing what to do" I answered, ashamed.

"Does Gerard knows?"

"Yeah I told him right after it happened. He already forgave me."

"Alright, so he wants to visit you, is that it?" He asked.

"Yeah. He is still my friend, after all, plus he's dating someone."

"It's your choice buddy, I trust you and it really isn't my business. You can bring April too if you'd like. Suzanne would be thrilled to see her again." He told me. I liked Mike's attitude. He was always relaxed and he didn't like drama.

"I kissed April too, tho." I told him, feeling very honest.

"What?! How? Why? When?" He asked, suprised by my confession.

"A couple weeks ago..I was pissed with Gerard cause he told me we were nothing and...she tried to prove that I wasn't over him." I explained.

"How could you end up kissing her then?" He asked, confused.

"She told me to imagine she was Gerard?" I said, almost as a question, realising how weird it must have sounded.

"That's so fucked up..!" He told me, face palming but still keeping his eyes on the road.

"She was just playing with me...April's a little weird sometimes."

"No shit..you better keep this one to yourself. Usually I'm all about honesty but I think Gerard would be really mad about it. It's a really sensitive subject for him." He told me as an advice.

"Why?" I asked, wanting more details.

"Well I don't know if I should tell you this but since I really want you two to work out, I will. All of Gerard's boyfriends ended up cheating on him with a girl."

"Even his ex?" I asked, suprised.

"Yeah that's why Gerard ended up doing the same to him. He only had let it go cause they had a daugther together but he never truly forgave him and when things went sour again between them, he took his revenge. Nothing really good came out of it but at least Vincent dumped him. He would never have had the courage to do it himself."

"Cause he still loves him?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"No. He's just incapable of saying no. Well that was before he met you."

"Yeah he told me no a couple of time."

"He had to really think about it, I mean, try to walk in his shoes for a second, it's not like his life is really stable at the moment. He wanted to keep you at distance cause he loved you too much and knew he would end up hurting you. Plus he may end up losing custody if Vincent finds out. But he's willing to take the chance. He must really be crazy about you."

"I would do anything for him..you know that?" I asked, looking at him straight in the eyes.

"Yeah you both are a gay version of Edward and Bella, it's sickening." He told me with a face of disgust.

"Shut up. Twilight's already a gay version..I mean..the vampires are litterally covered in glitters. Makes me think of an Adam Lambert's show." Mike was laughing is ass off.

"The books weren't that bad." He told me.

"You know all about Twilight and I'm the one who's gay..." I told him, discouraged.

"I got a girlfriend who's 21 and very girly, remember?"

"Still..it's no excuses."

We finally arrived home and he helped me unpacking my things. I hanged my clothes and put my underwear and socks in a basket on the shelf in the closet. All I had besides clothes were my phone charger, a couple books, the comic book that Gerard had given me, a box full of pictures and things that remind me of my mom, my school bag filled with school volumes, an mp3 with headphones, an xbox 360 with games like mass effect, dragon age, assassin's creed and a couple others, my laptop and my precious guitar. All my belongings were spread out on the bed. I still owned a couple things like legos and old figurines I used to play with but had left them at home.

"Wanna install the xbox in the livingroom and play a game?" Mike asked.

"Yeahh that'd be pretty rad." I answered. I was used to play on my own.

We went to the living room and played injustice, a game similar to mortal combat but with super heroes. I bet Gerard would have loved this game.

"Mannn..I almost won!!" Michael told me after a couple rounds.

"I've got years of practice, man, you can't beat me." I said proudly.

"Next round I'm gonna kick your ass, dude, don't brag too much." He told me.

"Wanna bet ?" I asked, challenging him.

"Yeah, what do you wanna bet?"

"I got no money so it can't be that." I told him.

"A beer?" He asked.

"Nah it has to be something exciting, you're gonna give me one if I ask, anyway and I can't buy you one."
"Yeah you're right. Okay I got an idea. If I win, you have to stop hurting yourself like you do..." He said, looking at my wrist that were covered by Gerard's hoodie.

"What are you talking about."

"I'm talking about this" he told me, grabbing my wrist and exposing the skin full of scars and dried blood.
"Let go of me." I told him, pissed off about what he had just did. That made me feel so ashamed and guilty.

"If you don't wanna stop, you have to at least agree to talk about it with me." He said.

"What's in it for me?" I asked him, still mad but wanting to find out more. It had to be good or else I wouldn't agree.

"Euhm..what would you want?

"A kiss?" I asked him, knowing he would say no.

"Deal. But no tongue, it's gross and less than 10 seconds." He answered.

I was extremely suprised by his proposition, I never thought he would have agreed. I was debating myself in wether to accept or not. I often wondered what it would feel like to kiss Mike cause he was really gorgeous and kind but he was Gerard's brother and I knew it was wrong.

"What about Suzanne. Wouldn't she be pissed?" I asked him.

"Nah she would want to know all about it. I'm not gay, Frank, there's no romance attached to it, it's just a bet. Gerard would prolly act like he's pissed but secretly like it. I remember one time, he was dating this guy and we were pretty wasted. We ended up playing thruth or dare and he made me kiss his boyfriend. He seemed pretty turned on by it. Maybe he likes to watch, I don't know." He said, casually.
That gave me an idea, a kinky and probably bad one.

"Okay deal, but I can choose the time and place."

"Cool."

And of course, motivated as I was, I put all my heart into it and I crushed him before he could even touch me.

"Told you. I'm the best." I said.

"That's not fair!! How did you even do that!? I mean what the fuck!" He said, pissed but impressed.

"Haha, no way I'm telling you." I laughed.

"You must really wanna kiss me." He said, scratching the top of my head.

"We still got a deal right?" I asked, in case he had changed his mind.

"I'm a man of my word" he said smiling a crooked smile that send electricity to my lower abdomen.

Notes

So there there. Gee and Frank together at last.
I'm bad at writing smutt, I did my best.

xoxo <3