My Angel

Gerard's POV Valentine's day. I honestly don't understand it, really. Why do you have to show affection to your love on just one day? Why can't it be everyday? I mean, I know you wouldn't have the money to do something special everyday, but who said you even needed money? Even just a few kisses and a few 'I love you's should be okay. Or even just spending some time together. But no, apparently it's just easier to show a bunch of love on one day of the year and just a few small, if that, signs of affection until the next February. People are stupid. And with Valentine's Day just creeping up on me, since it's like, the fucking thirteenth, it makes it hard to think because I know what I want to do then, well tomorrow. Fuck, now I sound like the rest of the world. - "Gerard, can I talk to you?" Frank asked, walking up to where I stood by my locker. Frank and I hadn't said much since he confessed to having a crush on me. I debated on whether or not I should kiss him, but I decided not to. I want to wait. I want him to kiss me first, if I'm honest. "Of course you can," I answered, closing my locker and waiting for him to speak. He didn't. "I'm listening." "Can we go somewhere more private?" He asked suddenly, looking around and finally just looking at me. I nodded. He took my hand and lead me into the bathroom. "Here should be okay. Okay, so... Gerard, I need to ask you a question." "Okay, Frank," I smiled, trying to make him more comfortable. I don't think it worked, but he returned the smile, blushing a little. "Go on, Frankie. You can ask me anything." "Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?" He asked, looking down at his feet and blushing harder. I wasn't expecting that, to be honest. "I don't," I said, smiling just a little more and blushing too. Thank god Frank wasn't looking at me. "If you do, that's okay and forget I said anything." Had he not heard me? "I don't," I insisted. "Oh, really?" He asked, perhaps a little too excitedly. He looked up at me the instant he heard the words that left my lips. "Okay... Cool." "Why?" I asked, chuckling just a little at his excitement. "I just wanted to know if you'd come over tomorrow. That's all." I thought about it for a moment. "Okay." "Really?" He looked up to me with wide eyes. "Yeah," I confirmed, chuckling again. "Why not?" "Cool." - "Gerard!" Mom called from downstairs. "Mikey! Come downstairs please! I need to talk to you two!" "Alright!" I shouted, climbing off my bed, temporarily abandoning my sketch, and running downstairs. "Yeah?" I asked when I finally got downstairs. Mikey was already sitting and Mom gestured for me to sit too. "Boys," she began, taking a seat in the armchair and clasping her hands together. "We're moving." "What?" Mikey and I exclaimed in unison, looking over at each other worriedly. We looked back to her and she had a slight smirk on her face that instantly pissed me off. "We're moving," she repeated, leaving me and Mikey to gape at her. "Out of town?" I asked, fearing the answer 'yes'. "No, silly," she giggled, probably amused by our expressions. "Out of the neighborhood. I already found a nice house, but you and Mikey will have to share a bedroom." "Oh, okay," I sighed out in relief. There was no fucking way I am moving from Jersey. I can't leave a certain Frank Iero, whom I happen to be in love with, but nobody else needs to know that. "As long as we don't leave Jersey." Mom raised an eyebrow at me, smirking a little, I think just to piss me off. "Why?" She asked, smirk increasing. Oh fuck off. "Because I have good friends here, okay?" "Whatever you say, Gerard." She giggled, gaining a giggle from Mikey too. What the hell are they thinking exactly? I rolled my eyes at her and ran back upstairs to finish my sketch. - Tomorrow came sooner than I thought. I told Mom about Frank wanting me to come over and she giggled, whispering something into Mikey's ear which made him giggle and smirk at me like the little shit he was. I just scowled and rolled my eyes like the little troll I wanted to be today. "Honey," she began, looking at me seriously, but then giggling again. "You have to let me make you look good, you know. I won't let you walk out of this house in jeans and a T-shirt." Why? "I don't need to look good, Mom," I insisted, but she only shook her head. "It's just Frank. He's my friend. I bet he doesn't care if I come over to hang out in jeans and a T-shirt." "Sweetheart," she sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "Did you forget what day it is?" I looked at her, perplexed, and perhaps slightly irritated. "It's Valentine's Day, honey." Oh shit. How the fuck did I fucking forget?! Frank must've distracted me. Someone must've distracted me. Wait, Frank asked me over and it's motherfucking Valentine's day. That really can only mean one thing. Frank wants to make a move on me. He fucking wants me. Why? Maybe I'll never know. But how the fuck did I manage to forget? It baffles me. "Oh," I said, not really sure if I was happy or scared or nervous or excited, so I'll just go with... The 'ah, screw it' attitude. "I forgot." I added honestly, because somehow I managed to fucking forget. "Yeah, so you need to look good for Frank, because I think he likes you," she said, winking at me and causing a blush to hug my cheeks. I rolled my eyes. "Okay, so I guess make me look decent," I sighed out, not really wanting to trust my mother with this, but having no choice. "Just decent. I don't want to look too good. I want him to think I'm oblivious to his actions, okay? I want him to think I've forgotten what day it is, so maybe he'll think I'm not interested." I tried to pretend I didn't like him, but I doubt it was working. "Oh shut up, you know you like him," Mikey smirked, clearly just wanting to irritate me today. Fuck you, Mikey. "Oh fuck off," I scoffed, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms. Because, maybe I don't like when people can figure me out so easy, okay? "Language," my mother warned, before turning and walking off, probably getting makeup or something or god knows what. Honestly, I think she thinks I'm a fucking girl. "Yeah, language," Mikey mimicked, and it took all of my strength not to slap him in the face. - After Mom got me ready, she smiled and showed me my reflection. She styled my hair really nice. She glanced at the clock, gasping. "It's almost three, you need to go," she said quickly, fixing my shirt and trying to make me look... Perfect? She then practically shoved me out the door. "Have fun! Love you! Use condoms!" And then she slammed the door, leaving me there to gape at the closed door, blushing like hell. What exactly did she think we were gonna be doing, for real? And why was she okay with it?? I blinked before I walked over to Frank's house. Mom had offered to drive me, but I declined her offer. I wanted to take my time getting there, because okay, I was really fucking nervous, but probably because this is real. This isn't my dream where I have all this courage and confidence that fucking comes from god only knows where. Because I'm not a very confident. I'm not very courageous either. When I finally got to his doorstep, I hesitated before knocking. I was really fucking nervous but I still wanted this. And as he opened the door, and I saw him, and how gorgeous he looked, I felt my heartbeat speed up so fast. It was pounding. "Hey," he greeted me, smiling and beaming. He stepped aside and gestured for me to come inside. I obliged, looking around as I did so, trying to look as if I'd never seen the inside of his house outside his bedroom, which of course was just basically a lie, really. An unspoken one, but a lie nonetheless. "You look nice," he commented, making me blush a little, because I care about Frank and everything he says. "Thank you," I said, untucking my hair behind one of my ears to try and hide my blush, and failing miserably. "My Mom said I couldn't leave in a T-shirt and jeans, so I threw on this button down and some skinnies, because I love these skinny jeans, and luckily she didn't comment on it." Frank only chuckled at that. "You can sit if you'd like," he said, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a can of Dr. Pepper. "Would you like one?" He asked, gesturing to the can. I nodded right away and he chuckled, pulling out another can. He sat down beside me, opening the can and taking a sip. "We can watch a movie, if you want," he suggested, smiling a little. I nodded. He stood up, and made his way to the shelf of movies. "Anything specific?" "I dunno," I sighed out, shrugging, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "What do you have?" "Well, there's... Die Hard, my favorite, uhh... Jaws... Dawn of The Dead... The Nightmare Before Christmas... Corpse Bride-" "Corpse Bride!" I exclaimed excitedly, jumping off the couch and joining Frank by the shelf. "It's one of my favorite movies." Frank just giggled. "Oh shut up and just put the damn thing in!" - We watched the entire movie, before getting up to get something to eat that Frank decided to cook. It was an early dinner, but a good one. After we ate, we sat back down on the couch, not really saying much. The room was filled with silence. "Gerard," Frank said, breaking the silence. I looked over at him, turning my whole body to face him. He didn't look at me. He blushed, before looking at me finally. "Gerard, I..." He closed his eyes and leaned in, gaining a blush from me. His lips barely brushed mine, before he pulled away. "I- I- I'm so sor-" I cut him off with a press of my lips against his. He reciprocated the kiss almost immediately, tilting his head just a little to the side. I barely pulled my lips away, parting them slightly, before quickly pressing them against his again. The kiss deepened more and more as we carried on. And eventually, Frank slipped his tongue into my mouth, and it went from an innocent kiss to a make out session, just like that. And Frank stopped long enough to stand up and drag me to his bedroom. And I didn't mind one bit, really. Once inside his bedroom, Frank closed the door and pushed me down onto the bed, straddling me and pinning me down by my wrists, above my head. He kissed me, open mouthed, to allow his tongue inside of my mouth once again. And really, I didn't care at all. He made me feel so good already, and I had no intentions on stopping, and neither did he, I think. Frank then moved onto my neck, nibbling a little and sucking at the sensitive skin. I moaned, tilting my head back to give him more access. Frank stopped, but only to sit up and remove his shirt. And then slowly, and so seductively, did he undo the buttons of my shirt. Once he got it fully unbuttoned, he slid it off of me and tossed it to the floor. He then began kissing down my chest, slowly and sweetly. Then he finally went back to my neck, just kissing it. He placed his hand on my chest, slowly letting it drop to palm me through my jeans. I gasped at the touch, grabbing at the sheets. "Mmm," I moaned, as he began lightly running his fingers over the denim. To say I was aroused would be an understatement. He stopped after a moment, before he unzipped my jeans, which were now tighter than they had been when Frank kissed me on the couch. He slid his hand into my boxers and grabbed me. My breath hitched. "Frankie," I gasped, clutching tightly onto his shoulders. "Frank." "Yeah?" He answered, just stroking me gently as he spoke, which caused me to release a moan from my lips. And fuck, I was so turned on by this boy that I didn't even know what I was saying next until it was too late. "Fuck me." And that quick, he removed his hand from my pants, as well as my pants and my boxers, and then he rid himself of his as well. He climbed in between my legs, which he had spread apart just moments before. I closed my eyes as he got himself ready. And then it hit me. I was losing my virginity. Right here, right now. Virginity can suck my ass. Goodbye virginity, nice knowing you. Well not really. Fuck off. My eyes snapped open and I let a soft 'ah' tumble from my lips as he slipped a finger inside of me. It felt... Pretty. Odd. I must say. Then he slipped another one in and I gasped at the immediate stab of pain. "Are you okay?" He asked, partially distracting me for a moment as he stretched me. "Yes," I responded quickly. Almost too quickly actually. Quick enough to be kind of suspicious. But he only shrugged it off. "Are you ready?" "Yes." He then removed his fingers, only to quickly replace them with something much, much larger, which only caused me more pain and discomfort, and making me let out a yelp. Thank god his parents weren't home. Frank looked at me, face laced with panic. I smiled to let him know I was okay. Then he pushed all the way inside of me, making me groan loudly. It fucking hurt, if I'm honest. He then pressed a sweet kiss to my lips, not really moving that much, just laying flush against me. Then he started to pull out, but just barely. "Oh my god," he moaned, and stopped moving. He gently pushed all the way in me again, making me gasp and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Are you okay, Gerard?" He asked, not moving again. I nodded. He started to pull out and push in, slowly and gently at first, and barely pulling out. Once he started to speed up slightly, he pulled out further, and thrust into me harder, going deeper inside of me. My pain and discomfort subsided eventually, which was very fortunate for me, because if it kept hurting, I would've backed out. He slid his hand down to touch me, which was making my head explode. He stroked me just like earlier, and I swear to god, Frank is either super fucking amazing at this, or I'm just a super fucking virgin. "Oh my god!" I cried out as I believe Frank hit a spot inside of me, making my back arch up, and making my grip on the sheets tighter. I don't know what the fuck he even did, really, I just know that it felt fucking fabulous. "You okay?" He panicked, stopping everything he was doing. I opened my eyes to see his panicked expression, which was quite confusing, because I was feeling beyond pleasure. "I'm fucking fabulous," I giggled, making Frank chuckle nervously. "Oh please don't stop... And please do whatever the fuck you did again." "Okay," he said, nodding. And he picked up where he left off, except he took his hand off of me, probably assuming I was close, and I was, being a virgin and all. Well, ex virgin I suppose? Is that even a thing? Screw it, I'm making it a thing. We carried on for a little longer, before I lost it, creating a mess neither of us really wanted to clean, but would clean regardless. And I guess the way I must've looked finished Frank off, because he ended up collapsing on top of me, panting, and then he pulled out of me, climbing off the bed and exiting the room for a moment, leaving me there with the sticky mess I created on my stomach. He uttered my name as he came, and he made the way he explicitly said my name, beautiful. He made the moment explicitly beautiful. Holy fuck I love him to the ends of the universe. Frank came back with a towel, handing it to me. I cleaned myself off, before getting up and starting to get dressed. Frank started to redress too, quickly, if I must add. "My parents will be home soon," Frank said, pulling a shirt over his head. "That's why I'm trying to hurry," he clarified, chuckling. I chuckled too. We both hurried up and got dressed, ran out into the living room and sat on the couch. We talked for a little bit, before his parents came home. "Frankie, who's this?" Linda asked, raising an eyebrow at me suspiciously. His father didn't look like an asshole like he did in my dream. That was another thing that was different. "My boyfriend," Frank answered immediately, taking my hand in his and blushing a lot. I blushed a lot, too, though. "Isn't that right, Gerard?" He looked into my eyes. Is that him asking me to be his boyfriend? Because if it is like I think it is, then hell to the yeah!! "Yes," I answered immediately, smiling as I did so. Frank nodded, returning the smile. "My name is Gerard." "Well, nice to meet you, Gerard," Frank's father said, smiling and wrapping an arm around his wife. I nodded, smiling. He's taking it very well. Maybe he's not homophobic after all. "Gee, do you want me to walk you home?" Frank asked, squeezing my hand just a little. I nodded, and he nodded back. "Okay, well then let's go before it gets dark. It's like 6:15 so let's go." He got up off the couch. - We left the house, and were getting close to mine. The entire walk was full of silence; every time we looked at each other, we just blushed and looked away. When we arrived at my doorstep, I turned to Frank. "Goodnight, boyfriend," I giggled, kissing Frank's lips. "Happy Valentine's day." "Goodnight, boyfriend," he mimicked as we pulled apart. "Happy Valentine's day." I watched as he walked off, before making my way inside and coping the door. I leaned against it. "I love you," I breathed out into the empty room. If only I could say it to his face. -

Notes

Frerard smut!