“Throw it away, Frank.”

“No.”

“Frank.”

“But, It’s mine! It’s mine, i've had the damn thing since senior year!”

“Frank, put the fucking exacto knife in the trash!”

Frank stared at the blue plastic knife resting in his palm. He was not ready to just toss such a valued item of his previous life, or the life he had been living only a mere, uh, 15 hours ago.

“Baby,” Gerard said stepping forward, wrapping his long arms around Frank’s broad shoulders. “Frankie, I just want you to get better. Do it for Roxas.” Frank sighed at this, making him think back to the daughter he had dropped off at daycare earlier that morning. Reluctantly, he let the tool drop from his grasp into the trashcan, hitting the wall-mart sack causing it to crinkle from it’s impact. He looked up to see a beautiful pair of green eyes staring down at him.

Gee leant forward and brushed his eyelashes against Frank’s darker ones, giving him a eskimo kiss. “But, it got me through so much...” Frank argued into Gerard’s cheek, making the older man pull away.

“Well, now I can help you. You don’t need to use sharp objects to relieve your stress, and self hate.” Gerard made sure to stress the I, so Frank would get the idea, but he just shook his head and walked over to plush chair in the corner of the living room. “Frank, what’s this about anyways...?” Gee followed him over and rested his hand on Frank’s shoulder, “You haven’t exactly explained the..uh..*cough* cause.”

Frank turned away from Gerard’s caring touch, and scoffed. “Like, you of all people would understand!” he suddenly got out of the chair, flailing his hands around, “Mr.Mother-Fucking-Perfect-As-Shit-Artist! Everything you do is perfect! Everything.” Gerard tried to pull Frank into a hug, but he wasn’t having it.

“No!” He screamed hysterically, pushing Gee away. “Don’t try that crap on me. You shouldn't comfort a piece of trash, its waste! Hahaha,Just like me!” Frank started to shake, and tried to grip on the wall, but just ended up scraping his fingernails down the hard surface, blood starting to pool at the tips of each distal. He stopped shaking and looked at the red streaks on the wall, “You. Will. Never. Get.It.” he whispered at the tiled floor.

“Shut up!” Gerard suddenly burst out, pushing Frank against the now stained wall, palms on his pectorals. “You think I dont get how you feel? I’m not perfect Frank.” He let his hands drop and walked over to the window, looking out at the dirty lake, arms crossed over his quaking chest.

“Well what’s not to like about you...” Frank started, slumping down on the floor, eyes drifting around the duly lighted room until finally landing on Gerard’s back. “You’re handsome, talented, and just...everything about you draws people in.” he continued. He could see Gerard shaking his head, and laughing slightly to himself.

“Frank,” Gerard said with a scratchy voice, “Come here please.”

Frank complied, still pissed, and walked over to Gee, his Chuck Taylors squeaking against the linoleum. “Frankie, you have got to get this.” the older man said,turning towards Frank and embracing him, “I know how you feel, I used to feel it too- I still do sometimes. Like the world would be a better place without me, like...like I just exist to fuck everybody elses life up. I don’t feel worth it, Frank. But I know I am, and so are you.” Frank just sighed and started to turn away.

“How-” He started to say, but felt a firm grip on his arm. He was turned around towards Gerard now. The light of the sun seeping through the blinds made his eyes turn into some kind of ambre, dark grey to green, then bleeding into a shade of brown until swirling with a pale honey color. Frank could not understand how Gerard to could hate himself, or think anybody else did.

“Look.” Gerard said, taking his hands off of Frank and started to pull up the hem of his shirt. Frank didn't understand until he looked really closely at the smooth pale skin, and could faintly see old pink ribbon scars laced up and down Gerard’s abdominal area. Frank reached forward and ran his fingertips lightly over the rivets.

He looked up and saw Gerard with his eyes closed, lips parted, and let the white material drop, but didn’t open his eyes. Frank couldn’t help himself and leaned in for a kiss. Just when he was about to touch his mouth to Gee’s, the other man met him halfway. The gesture was angry, and beautiful. Frank could taste cigarettes, and peppermint toothpaste on

Gerard’s pink lips, and he realized he wanted everything about him. All of him.

Gerard’s hand went up to cup Frank’s trembling jaw, and smoothed the dark fringe from his eyes, and started to break away, but Frank just wrapped both arms tightly around him, and licked his bottom lip asking for entrance.

“Are you s-sure?” Gee stuttered out, and Frank replied by moving down to Gerard’s neck, sucking on the skin and leaving a dark red mark. The older boy reached for Frank’s pants and tugged on them until they started to shimmy down his small thighs, and then were eventually pulled off between a desperate kiss. “Fuck...you...oh.” Gerard moaned, because Frank had started to massage the skin around his hips, and was still nipping at his collar bone.

“This needs to come off.” They both nodded, and bumped noses on accident, causing Gerard to giggle, and help Frank rip off his shirt, and then his own pants. He ran his fingers along the notches of Gerard’s spine, causing him to shiver and push himself into Frank’s embrace, kissing him deeper than he ever had before, tongue pushing it’s was cautiously into the older man’s mouth, not even having to fight for dominance. They sloppily kissed for a while, teeth clacking and hands roaming.

Eventually, Gerard let his finger slip into the waistband of Frank’s black boxers. He started to slowly ease them down Frank’s slender hip bones, the younger boy making desperate mews under his touch. “Please, just...do it! Now!” He begged, taking his own hand and started to jerkily pull down his boxers but Gerard just pulled them all the way back up.

“Patience.” He whispered, placing small kisses down Frank’s nose, and when he reached his mouth, just barely brushed his lips against Frank’s trembling ones, causing him to groan. Gerard once again started to slowly pull Frank’s underwear down, and they were just past his hip bone when the door flung open.

“Oh my god!” A young girl with faded purple-ish brown hair, and an english accent screeched, dropping a bunch of grocery bags. “Frank, what the fuck.”

He pulled his boxers back up and looked up at Gerard who burst out laughing. “Charlie, oh shit. Uh. I forgot you were bringing groceries today, I was busy...” Frank scratched his head, and felt a pair of arms lovingly wrap around his waist.

“Yeah, you could very well say that!” Charlie nervously laughed, and looked at a smirking Gerard. “Who’s the bloke?”

“Bloke...wha-? Oh, that’s Gerard. He’s my...uh?” Frank didn't really know what they were.

Gerard pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’m his boyfriend, nice to meet you Charlie.” Frank blushed at that word, but his stomach did flips. Charlie giggled, and picked up the groceries.

“Ill just put these away for ya!” She went to the fridge and started to take things out of the plastic.

“Oh let me help you.” Frank started to walk over, and Gerard started to cough.

“Babe,” he said, “You arent wearing any pants.”

Notes

So.
The thing is, I don't know if i'm gonna be able to update the rest of the week *pouts*
BUT! I am working on a new Frerard in my notebook (supernatural Frerard C;)

And I have a catch for the character competition-
YOU ALL GET FEATURED- but only one chracter gets a main main part in the story.
And HE is quite amazing (you know who you are)

Alright, goodbye Lovelies (and sorry for the tease!)
XoXo Sage