"Okay, Frank," Mikey said once the two had sat back down at the booth, Gerard sitting next to his brother. "Explain what happened."

Frank swallowed hard, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before answering: "Pencey wants to get signed to Eyeball Records, which is owned by Alex Saavedra. Yesterday, we were auditioning and my phone must have heard me say Gerard's name, making it auto-call."

"You talked about me?" Gerard squeaked.

"Of course I did, Gee," Frank cooed, leaning forward slightly in the booth. "Anyone who'll listen, I'll tell them all about my beautiful, talented boyfriend who made me his."

"Don't listen to him," Mikey argued. "Frank, stop kissing Gee's ass, and get on with the story."

"Right, sorry," Frank said, clearing his throat. "So, I was talking to Alex about my guitar, and he asked to see it, and I pulled it out and played some stuff for him. Alex loves guitar, but he's not that coordinated, so he can't really play, and that makes him overly enthusiastic about other players."

Gerard gave Frank a wary glance, trying to see if he could tell if the small man was lying. Frank didn't touch his face, or lose eye contact, or cough, or any of the usual lying tells, so Gerard had only one assumption: "I believe you."

"Really?" Frank asked, a small smile creeping on his lips.

"Yes, really," Gerard said. "Frankie, I love you— Mikey, if you roll your eyes one more time!— and I trust you."

Frank's heart fluttered in his chest, leaving him feeling weightless. Gerard loved him, and trusted him. It's more than anyone had ever felt for Frank before, and Frank realized— in a shitty Waffle House at 7:25AM on a Saturday— that he felt the same way. "I love you too," Frank said quietly, reaching across the table and taking Gerard's hands in his own. He raised them to his mouth and pressed his lips to Gerard's knuckles. "I love you so much, Gee."

"I love you too, Frankie."

"Okay, I'm gonna go puke in a trash can now."

"Mikey Way, shut the fuck up."

"Gerard Way, make me."

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Gerard and Frank slipped through the house silently when the three of them got home, the aforementioned fleeing downstairs, leaving the younger Way upstairs to roll his eyes and try not to let his mind wander to the events transpiring beneath his feet.

Gerard kissed Frank again, his fingers messing with the copper locks of hair. Frank weaved his own fingers through Gerard's ebony hair, tugging and making Gerard moan. Frank moved his mouth against the skin of Gerard neck, kissing and nipping at the soft skin, leaving a mark.

Gerard dropped to the ground suddenly, pulling down Frank's jeans and underwear in one fluid motion. Without hesitation, Gerard took him in his mouth, making Frank cry out and tangle his fingers in Gerard's hair. He bit his lip hard and involuntarily thrust his hips forward.

Gerard continued to suck, stopping every so often to leave a small mark on Frank's thigh or to look up at him, connecting his honey-colored eyes with Frank's amber ones. "Gee," Frank choked out suddenly, his voice urgent. "I-I can't..."

Frank came in Gerard's mouth, his legs shaking slightly. Gerard pulled away and looked up once more, aware of the sticky substance on the corner of his mouth. "Fuck," Frank whispered, and pulled Gerard up to kiss him again, pulling off Gerard's jeans and boxers as he did so.

Frank tore Gerard's shirt off of him, pushing him back onto the bed, quickly pulling off his own shirt and straddling Gerard's hips, running his fingers delicately along Gerard's pale stomach, feeling the man tremble under his touch. "Frankie," he whined finally. "Please."

Frank bit his bottom lip, thinking for a moment, before he started to suck on his fingers. "Okay..." He mumbled quietly and slowly pushed one of his fingers in.

Gerard clawed at his back, holding in his sounds of pain and pleasure. It hurt like hell, but, once the pain subsided, it felt heavenly. Since Gerard had stopped dragging his fingernails down Frank's back, Frank took this as a sign to slowly pump his finger.

By the time they got to three fingers, Gerard was a moaning mess, squirming beneath Frank. Even though he wanted to, he kept his hands away from his hard cock. His whole body felt as if it were on fire, and he begged: "Frankie, baby, I want you. Please."

"If you insist," Frank said, removing his fingers, before gripping Gerard's hips and slowly sliding in, giving Gerard a moment to adjust.

It had been years since Gerard had bottomed, and he could feel it. He hissed at the discomfort, his fingernails sinking Frank's back. "Are you okay?" Frank asked, worried.

"Yeah," Gerard said quietly. "Please move. Do something."

Frank nodded and pulled out slightly, thrusting back in. He reveled in the way that Gerard's moans caromed off the walls with each thrust, and how they grew louder and louder as time went on.

"Frankie!" Gerard screamed, throwing his head back. Frank had hit Gerard's sweet spot, he knew it. "Jesus... Do that... Again," Gerard panted, and Frank leaned down to kiss him gently.

"Of course, baby," Frank whispered, thrusting hard again, kissing Gerard's neck at the same time. His hand traveled down to Gerard's cock, pumping him to the rhythm of his thrusts.

"F-Frankie," Gerard stuttered. "I'm g-gonna cum."

"Cum for me," Frank says slowly, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, his hand gaining speed with his hips. "I wanna hear you when you cum."

"Frank!" Gerard yelled, his back arching clear off the bed as he spilled all over Frank's hand, moaning loudly.

"Oh, God," Frank muttered, immediately pulling out and spilling onto their stomachs. He fell forward, his breathing labored, and buried his face in Gerard's neck, lightly pressing his lips to a red mark.

After a few silent moments, Frank whispered: "I have two things to say. (A): I like topping. Can I do it more often?"

"Of course, Frankie, baby," Gerard said, running his fingers through Frank's sweat-heavy hair. "What's the second thing?"

Frank sighed and said: "I lied. I'm so sorry, Gee."

"Lied?" Gerard asked, sitting up slightly. Frank rolled off of him and Gerard clutched at his bedsheets, pulling them up to cover his torso.

"Pencey wasn't auditioning for Eyeball," Frank said, trying his best not to cry. "Alex does own a record company, but... I'm sorry."

"Frank," Gerard said, astounded. "I... I... Why? You know that you could have called me whenever and I would've dropped whatever I was doing to come find you."

"It was after a show and I just couldn't help myself," Frank said. "That's all that happened, though, I promise."

"So, what? You-you had some dirty, drunk hookup in an alley? Is that what happened?" Gerard asked. He was more hurt than angry, but it was easier to act angry. "I trusted you, Frank. I went against my brother— my own brother, Frank!— because I thought that you were different. Why did you let me be the one to take your innocence? Or is that a lie, too?"

"That isn't a lie!" Frank cried, moving closer to Gerard, forcing the older to move away. "I was a virgin, I swear! And I let you be the one because you're interesting and talented and... God, the face you made when you came. That was truly beautiful, Gee."

"I was older than you— more experienced— and I was drunk when we first met," Gerard said. "That was the first time I had gotten drunk since April, when I swore an oath of sobriety. Nobody else really knew about it— it was a secret. Thank fuck you stopped it, or I would have taken some kid's virginity when I was drunk."

"You're sober?" Frank asked.

"I was," Gerard spat. "You would have known that if you had bothered to talk to me at all. But no, you were too busy sucking other people's dicks to care about me. You're fucking 19 years old, why did I think you'd care about anyone but yourself?"

That was a low blow, and Gerard knew he had passed the point of no return. Frank's hurt resonated in his eyes, crystalline tears running down his flashed cheeks. "I'm almost 20, Gerard. I know that I seem like I don't care about anyone but me, but that's just the way I am," Frank whispered, refusing to look at Gerard. "I'm sorry for breaking your trust. I hope your sobriety goes well or... Whatever."

Frank dressed quickly, breezing out of the room to hide the steady flow of tears running down his face.

Gerard sat on his bed, thinking about everything he had said. He finally told someone his secret: drinking. No one but his parents and brother knew, along with Ray and Matt. And now Frank.

Frank fled down the street, trying not to think about the conversation. Gerard broke his sobriety at Frank's show. From what he knew about alcoholism, breaking sobriety was something so against the rules, it bordered on criminal.

"You were right," Gerard mumbled, coming back up the stairs. He had only put his shirt and boxers back on. Mikey turned to see his brother with pale tears running down his red cheeks. "Frank cheated on me."

The morning air bit at Frank's nose as he continued down the sidewalk, kicking at a rock. What had he done? He loved Gerard; how could he have been so stupid? He hands burrowed in the pockets of his hoodie, his fingers brushing the cold metal of his cell phone.

"Gee, I'm so sorry," Mikey said, hugging his brother tightly. "Frank doesn't deserve you."

Notes

Y'all, we've got four or five more chapters left. Get fucking ready.

Also, in my opinion, that was some shitty smut. It's midnight and I tried my best.

.::stay lovely::.

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