Thantophobia

Three cold days had passed since the party, and since that night, Frank couldn't get Gerard off his mind. The moments of him kissing Gerard just kept replaying over and over again in his head and driving him almost insane.
He'd only seen Gerard a few times around school after that night, and no matter how hard Frank tried to capture Gerards attention, he ended up being ignored
It was a chilly afternoon in Belleville, Frank had been walking home from a tiring day at school, his best friend Mikey by his side.
Mikey didn't speak much, but Frank was okay with that, Mikey was sort of the more laid back, good looking sidekick that Frank needed to boost his own popularity.
"Frank?" Mikey had said cautiously, breaking their long term silence.
" Frank let out a small sigh, "Yes Mikes?"
Taking a deep breathe, Mikey pulled his backpack up ontot his shoulders a little more, "Well, you know my brother right?"
Franks heart stopped slightly, "Uh, yeah. Gerard right?"
"I think...I think he likes you." Mikey almost laughed, "Whatever you said to him on Friday night made him completely obsessed with you, he hasn't stopped talking about you since. But I mean, you would'nt date a loser like him right?"
Frank didn't know how to respond to that, he just nodded and continued walking, picking up his pace slightly.
He was confused, Friday night was the only actual time he'd ever spoken to Gerard, and yet he felt something when they kissed. It wasn't the first time he'd seen the older Way brother though, Gerard had been in Frank's 7th grade English class. But of course, being the self absorbed asshole he was, Frank didn't even give him a second glance.
Gerard was the fat, depressed loser in middle school that nobody liked, even Mikey avoided him in public, and nobody blamed him, not even Gerard.
"Do you wanna come to my place?" Mikey asked suddenly, breaking Frank's thoughts. He pondered for a minute before looking up at the younger way brother and giving the smallest nod he could manage.
After more than a little bit of walking, they both arrived at the Way's house. "Is your brother home yet?" Frank asked almos instantly, tapping his fingers on his skinny jeans.
"Um, he should be, he usually gets home before I do." Mikey answered, giving Frank an odd look, "Why did you need to know?"
"I don't know, just curious."Frank replied while chewing on his lip ring nervously. He wached Mikey silently as he opened the door, pushing his black fringe out of his green eyes.
When the door finally opened, they both rushed in, dropping their bags on the floor and sighing at the heat of the home. "Im gonna run to the bathroom, make yourself at home of whatever." Mikey sighed before rushing off away from Frank.
Frank headed straight for the kitchen, immediately opening the refrigerator and pulling out a coke. He looked inside the fridge a little longer to see if there was anything to eat as well.
"You know it's technically rude to open someone's refrigerator without their permission." A voice said behind him, causing Frank to jump and almost drop his can of Coke.
Frank slowly turned around, pushing the refirgerator door shut with his elbow. His stomach dropped when he realized the person who said that was the one and only Gerard Way.There he was, mug in his hand and his back leaned against the granite counter top, his black greasy hair draped over his honey colored eyes.
"I...Um.." Frank stuttered, his eyes fixated on Gerards pale face as he tried to form words.
"Hm," Gerard hummed and took a sip of the liquid in his mug, "Its funny how dont stutter around everyone else except me."
"That...thats not t-true!" Frank yelped back, sitting his can of coke on the counter and crossing his arms. Gerard just smiled shyly and looked down at his shoes, and Frank could have sworn he saw him blush.
Gerard smirked, making eye contact with Frank for a split second, "Oh, so you're not going to force yourself on to me this time?"
"I never said I wouldn't." Frank then took a step closer, ignoring Gerards glares and death stares.
"Frank I swear to god-" Gerard began to protest, but Frank put his hand over his mouth.
"Just...don't say anything."
"I can still punch you in the throat."
"You wouldn't."
"I would."
"What if I treated you right?" Frank asked, makinf serious eye contact with Gerard.
Gerard scoffed, almost wanting to laugh, "By treating me right you mean giving me kinky ass sex, and I'll pass on that offer."
"What? Ew, no!" Frank shook his head, "I could take you on a date?"
"I don't want a date." Gerard said bluntly, "You're a fuckboy and I literally hate you with every fiber of me."
"We both know that's not true-"
Gerard let out a huff and slammed his mug on the counter, "You left a hickey on my neck, bruised my god damn lips, and you kissed me when I wasn't into it. I. Hate. You."
"You don't understand." Frank chuckled, "When I see something I want, I always get it."
"Why? Because you're a spoiled brat?" Gerard spat.
"No, its because I dont take no for an answer. And I want you." Frank almost growled.
"That was so fucking cliche," Gerard laughed, "Youre like a Christan Grey wanna be."
Frank sighed, "Fuck this." He didn't move for a minute and just stared at Gerard and Gerard stared right back until he finally snapped forward, pressing the Way brother back into the counter even more.
"I told you I would punch you in the throat," Gerard whispered, Frank could feel his breathe on his face.
"And as I said before, that's a risk I'm willing to take." Frank breathed before pressing their lips together. Surprisingly, Gerard didn't push him off, he didn't tense, he just let Frank kiss him.
Their lips moved slowly in sync, both their eyes shut tightly. Gerards hand slowly reached up to tangle in Franks thick hair. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Gerard pulled away, leaving Frank a little annoyed. "Stop doing that." Gerard panted.
Frank just smiled, leaning into to kiss him again but Gerard soon stopped him, "No thanks shorty, one was enough." He then pushed Frank off him, grabbing his discarded mug and leaving kitchen, not even giving Frank one last look.
Frank stood there, a little in shock before slowly turning his gaze to the kitchen door, his eyes meeting with Mikeys who was smiling like a little kid. "Well, maybe I'm just crazy, but I think you have a thing for my brother."

Notes

okay yes but ill probably rewrite this later
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