Gerard collapsed onto his mother's grave in a cold sweat. He felt ill and betrayed. Why did she leave him? He would always wonder. Why so soon? He was concerned about his thoughts on the cute boy at school-he's not gay, he couldn't have been. Gerard cried as the memories of his mother trailed through his mind.

Frank wanted to escape now. He met Gerard, his hero, but was taken back that Gerard said he read his fics-he fucking read his fics. Frank's heart melted as he took a couple steps back in an ill manner. If Gerard was telling the truth, he read about the sex scenes. And Frank did write author's notes so Gerard knows about his affections for him. For what seemed like minutes to Frank, was about an hour for the MCR members on stage. The show came to an end. The music had faded away, the crowd was dying down, and the stage lights were dimming.

Frank didn't know what to do now. He decided to follow the other V.I.P members who were leaving through the back entrance, but before he could reach the gate, a hand gripped onto his arm. Frank was tugged back a bit until he met the same security guy who showed him the back entrance, "Gerard wants me to lead you to the RV."

As the guy did what he had to do, Frank couldn't help but feel really awkward and excited. Awkward because talking to Gerard about his fics wasn't a comfortable idea, but also, he gets to see the MCR RV.

Frank was gestured to a large RV with two of the MCR members sitting outside with a fire pit to keep them warm. The sun was going down, and the air was reaching a low temperature, so Frank knew it was necessary. He calmly walked up to the members who stared at him. Mikey's sunglasses fell down to the tip of his nose, "Um .. hello." His eyes peered at Frank, "How did you get back here-"

The RV door opened and Gerard appeared, "Don't worry, I invited him."

Ray shrugged and with a sarcastic tone said, "No one really cares."

Gerard smiled at Ray and with a small giggle replied, "Nice to know," He looked at Frank, "Come in before you catch a cold. That thin jacket of yours won't do you any good." Gerard turned his back to him as he entered deeper into the RV. It took Frank a couple of seconds to gather himself before entering the RV himself. The warm air pushed against his body and he felt a moment of relief-until Gerard pulled out his laptop and said, "I have to say, even if your fics are sexual-they're pretty amazing."

Frank sulked, "I don't want to talk about them."

"Why not?" Gerard patted the empty spot next to him on the firm mattress displayed next to a window. Frank sat next to Gerard and glanced at the screen where he found his fics laid out, "This is embarrassing for me, you know."

Gerard grinned, "Why? Because in most in these I'm raped or fucking an underage 16 to 17 year old teen?" He chuckled as he scrolled through the fics, "no need to feel embarrassed. I really do like your work."

Frank leaned in a bit and noticed Gerard's account. No name, just a "." and no picture. Frank reeled back his body, "You're that period person?"

"Yeah, sorry if I spammed you or something." Gerard focused on the page he was looking at and paused, "Here's my favorite, On A Rampage,"

Frank's eyes widen a bit, "You .. you like that one? Really?"

Gerard's cheeks flushed pink, "I know it's a bit dark but uh .. yeah, I like it-love it actually."

Gerard kissed the picture of his student regrettably, "I am so fucked." He dug his hands into his jeans and felt the shaft of his erected penis as he stared up at the picture. He tried pulling out his hand, but it only did the exact opposite-his urges were too strong. Gerard stroked his penis as he mumbled lewd messages, imaging an encounter with this particular male student, "Fucking Frank you get me so-" Gerard paused as he felt his balls tighten, "Fuck shit I'm gonna-" He let out sensual howl as cum erupted inside his jeans, making his back arched and his nose scrunch up.

Frank watched as Gerard read the paragraph. Gerard's reactions were so mild. He was biting his nail, staring at the screen as he eyes read the words. When Gerard noticed Frank was staring, he looked at Frank, "You should make a sequel."

Frank shot up onto his feet, "Okay, this is a little .. weird for me. I just came to see you and now you're reading my raw fics about you getting fucked, raped, or even fantasizing about a student-"

Gerard placed his laptop to his side, "Sorry, I got carried away-it's just-what are the odds I get to meet you? I mean, one day, I was just fucking around on the internet and thought it would be funny to read a fanfiction about me and-well, I ended up enjoying yours." Gerard added in, getting up from the mattress, "can you blame me? You've got talent, kid."

Frank wasn't sure how to reply, so he just mumbled, "Thanks." He didn't want to make eye contact with Gerard, but he couldn't help it. Gerard was smiling at him, "I .. uh," He scratched the back of his head, "I was wondering if I could make one with you."

"You want to make a fanfiction .. with me?"

Gerard felt his cheeks get warm, "I mean, I like trying different hobbies and writing seems like a great one." He met Frank's eyes, "This is my last show. I can get settled somewhere close to where you live and we can .. meet up, chat about ideas .."

Frank's body sat back on the mattress in disbelief, "This has to be some dream."

Gerard smiled lightly, "No dream." Gerard scoffed, "Whas' so dreamy about me hanging out with you? I'm human, not some god." He laughed as he helped Frank back onto his feet, "I won't give you my number but we can stay in contact through the messaging on the website."

Frank smiled, "O-okay." He pulled out his phone and checked the time, "Oh shit, it's 6 at night. I better head home if I want to make it before 10 tonight."

"Curfew?" Gerard asked, concerned about Frank's age.

"No, I'm 18, I don't need one but I don't like my mom getting worried."

Gerard grinned, "18, huh? Well then, I guess I can't masturdate to you because you're not 16."

Frank paused as his cheeks burned hot, "W-what?"

Gerard frowned, "T-the fiction-you wrote-" He looked away, "I should've just kept my mouth shut-"

Frank laughed, "I get it, it's fine. Well, I guess I'll .. message you .. tonight."

Gerard smiled, "Sounds good to me."

Gerard was overwhelmed when he witnessed the love of his life get down on one knee in front of him. A gasp escaped his lips as his boyfriend asked, "Will you marry me?" The wind past through the leaves in the trees, sending some leaves to pass the two in a relaxing state. Gerard felt a tear tumble down the side of his cheek as he happily replied, "Yes."

Notes

kkkk so I'm finding it hard to write two fics at the same time (He's Not Dead, He Only Looks that Way and this one) but I love both so deeply that I'm willing to go through the effort. But just because I update one, doesn't mean the other will be updated as well, js. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter. :) xo