A Chemically Weird Romance

-Frank's POV-
"Stop teasing, Gerard, or I'll fuck you myself."
"No consent? Rape."
"You may deny it, but you want it. That's not rape, baby, it's consensual sex."
"From what you know I don't want it. And maybe I don't. Stop being a little shit."
"Your right baby, I apologize."
"Dick."
"What? You want it?" He glares at me, warningly. I smile as if I didn't get the memo. But, I did in fact get it. Nice and clear.
"What time do we have to get to school?" Gerard asks, obviously afraid we'll be late.
"Ten minutes."
"We should go now. Just to be early."
"Gerard, we are going thirty minutes early."
"Yea, but—"
"But nothing. We are leaving in now five minutes." Gerard sighs. Damn emo little shit. Wait, I shouldn't say that. I'm practically emo myself. Fuck, now I've offended myself.
"Here we are." I stated as we reach the parking lot to school.
"I have eyes." He murmurs.
"Shut up, let's get out schedules."
"Do we have any classes?"
No, Frank, we are just here to waste our time."
"Shut up, you know what I mean."
"Well, no."
"What? Lunch period?"
"Erm, yes!" Gerard exclaims. Good.
"Good." Gerard and I stare at each other until the bell rings. This is the last time I'll ever get the excitement for Gerard and I having something similar in class. This is the last time I'll get my high school schedule. Am I going to miss it? Hell to the no. But, I'm definitely going to miss being with Gerard.
"Bye." He says, putting a quick peck on my cheek.
"Bye."
I walk into class and sit on the only empty seat.
Great job, Frank. Way to make a good impression on the teacher.
Shut up, she likes you. Look at her.
I mean, I am a bomb ass student.
Fuck, my pencil.
I reach down to grab my pencil but discover a note. Like the little nosy person I am, I pick it up and read it.
"As I looked into the depths of their soul, uncovering things that can only be seen by the most observant person, I thought:
Bitch."
What the fuck, ok?
"Gerard!" I exclaim. "I read the best poem today!"
"Really? I wanna read."
"Good thing I have it." I say. As I pass the little note to Gerard he has the look of confusion in his eyes, but brushes it off as he opens it.
"As I look into the depths of their soul, uncovering things that can only be seen by the most observant person, I thought: bitch. Well, Frank, this is indeed a good poem. In fact, it was written by me."
"What?"
"I'm just messing with you."
"What do you have next?"
"Chemistry. You?"
"Biology."
"Sucks."
"I could say the same for you, Mr. Way."
But one day, I intend on making you Mr. Iero.
The bell rings, separating Gerard and I for the time being.
"Hi I'm Frank Iero. From, Frank Iero?" I say, confused. I think they all know where the hell I'm from. Jersey. Why did this bitch make us do this? This is extremely stupid.
"How old are you, Frank?" The teacher asks. Nosy as fuck, eh?
"18."
"When's your birthday?" Chill out, I'm not interested. I'm taken.
"October 31st."
"Thank you, Frank. You may take a seat." She says as she flashes me a smile.
Bitch this is high school. Your flirting with me is highly illegal.
"My teacher was flirting with me." I say as Gerard spits out his water.
"What?" He asks as his eyes practically come out of his fucking sockets.
"You heard me. I'd like to not remember. She was ugly."
"Framk, you're coming from a biased point of view."
"Why?"
"Because you're gay."
"Ok, one, I know good looking when I see it. Two, who says I am gay? I could be bisexual or pansexual."
"Well, are you?"
"Does it really matter? I hate labels, anyway."
"Kinda does."
"Not to me. What matters is that I am with you."
"10 more months." I sigh.
"For what?"
"Graduation."
"I don't want to graduate." He admits, quietly.
"Why not?"
"I don't want to be separated."
"And we won't."
"Frank, you intend on going all the way to fucking Los Angeles."
"So?"
"I don't want to leave here."
"But Los Angeles is so much safer and there is a lot more to do."
"So? It's not like I'm having kids."
"You may not be having kids but you should always worry about your own safety."
"Well, I should be worrying right now but I'm not."
"Are you saying I'm unsafe?"
"Possibly."
"Well, fuck off. I actually worry and try to make sure you're ok."
"Yea, how so?"
"By trying to make everything better! I don't want to make you sad and you end up doing some stupid shit."
"I'm not stupid."
"I didn't say you were. I said your possible actions were stupid."
"Same thing."
"Not really."
"Just stop."
"Fine."
"Fine."
And there it goes, it's starting all over again. Gerard and I would talk and stop talking for three months. I, however, was tired of this crap so I simply spoke up so Gerard could hear me out.
"That's it. I'm done."
"What?"
"Do you even want me? For crying out loud, we haven't even had sex in the longest time. The last most intimate moment I've had with you was the first day of school."
"Frank, of course I want you. It's just that last time we rushed it. I really don't want to make that mistake again."
"Yet, here we are arguing for what seems to be the millionth time."
"Maybe we need some time off."
"No."
"Then what, Frank? Because there really isn't another solution."
"Are you just giving up?"
"No. I'd never give up on us. I just think that you're unhappy."
"I—"
"We'll talk later." He says as his mom comes into my driveway.
"Bye."
"Bye, I love you." I tell him, but he doesn't respond. He just nods and leaves. That bastard.
Lately, Gerard and I haven't been in a good spot. I'm trying, but it's hard with Gerard acting like a spoiled fucking brat. Plus, to top it off, he has a god damn sassy attitude that I can't stand at times. I mean, yea, it's hot as fuck when he get's jealous or when we mess around but when he get's mad at me that's where he needs to cut the fucking sass. This just makes me wonder whether Gerard and I will really make it. Whether or not we could really make it work. What if we can't? What if one of us get's so tired that we just call it quits? Thinking of it brings chills to my spine. It's something I'd never ask for. Something I'd never think of yet here I am thinking of it. What would I do without that son of a bitch? What would I do without the love of my fucking life? God, thinking of it makes me sick to my fucking stomach. God, how lucky I am to have Gerard. To be able to say "Yes, Gerard is mine." How lucky I am to feel his lips against me. How lucky I am to be able to share such intimate moments with him. How lucky I am to be able to hold Gerard. I am so fucking lucky and I take that shit for granted. I don't want to take that for granted anymore. I want to be able to hold him, kiss him, share moments with him, and think about how lucky I am to have him for the rest of my life. Think about how this gorgeous man is all mine, and nobody else's. God, how lucky I'd be to share a last name with a guy so beautiful like him. I don't give a shit if it's his last name, my last name, or if we make up any last name. Just as long as we get to call each other husbands and as long as we get to grow old together and possibly have kids. That's all that matters. Because, fuck, this guy is the love of my life. I'd kill for him. I'll chose him every single fucking time no matter what. I'll die for him in a heart beat if it meant that he's safe. I don't want to just spend the rest of my life with him, I want to spend whatever is after (if there is an after). I want to be his eternally. Right or wrong, I'll always he his. No matter what. Even if I fucking die I'll still be his. Even if he fucking dies. Because, even if he's dead, he'll forever live on in my heart. Now, I'm not saying he's going to die. Point is, he'll always be mine, and I'll always be his. For there is no one else that could replace the love, the anger, and all the other emotions Gerard and I have shared. I wouldn't even take back anything if I had to opportunity. I would take back nothing. Not even this moment right now. Maybe it'll lead up to something so fucking good that I'll never see coming, yet be so fucking happy about. All I know, is that my heart is with Gerard. I just hope that his heart is with me.
"Hello?" I groan into my phone. It's three in the fucking morning.
"Frank?" Gerard answers sobbing.
"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask, concerned now more than sleepy.
"I miss you so much, Frank. I'm so stupid."
"No, don't cry baby."
"I'm not crying."
"Yes, yes you are."
"No I'm not." He says angrily.
"Are you stoned?"
"A bit."
"Oh, god, Gerard. I'm coming."
"No, go to sleep. I don't know why I called you."
"I'm coming."
"No." He says and hangs up.
Like that's going to help.
The drive to Gerard's is terrible. Well, saying terrible is an understatement. As I got up the porch I got my phone and dialed on the one person I know I could count on: Mikey Way.
"Hello?" He answers, obviously angry that I woke him from his beauty sleep.
"Open the damn door." I grumble.
"Are you fucking crazy? It's—"
"I'm well aware. But, your brother is in there intoxicated by lord knows what drug and he called me. So, as quietly as you can please come and open the door."
"Geez, ok." I hang up and wait for Mikey to open the door. Though, when I finally see the door open it had been five minutes. Who takes five fucking minutes to answer the door?
"What the hell took you so long?" I say as I look frantically for Gerard.
"Gerard was coming."
"Where is he?"
"Room."
I walk to his room, fearful as to what I was going to see. When I opened the door my fears were right.
"Gerard, oh my god." I say as I see the blood all over him.
"What are you doing here? I told you to sleep." He says as he tries to cover himself. I go near him but he just steps back.
"Gerard, please. I'm trying to help you, but whenever I take a step forward you take two steps back."
"Maybe those two steps are good."
"Do you think this is good?" I ask him, gesturing to the cuts he has.
"No, cutting is bad apparently."
"Yea, and so is drugs."
"Can't be that—"
"Shut up, it is."
"Stop being so rude."
"I have a reason to be rude, Gerard."
"Well, obviously this isn't going to work out."
"What do you mean?"
"Even in my worst moments, you still argue with me."
"But if we—"
"I think I should focus on myself getting better."
"Where is the first aid?"
"That cabinet." I walk over and grab the bandage wrap and rubbing alcohol.
"Give me your arm." And he does. I get the rubbing alcohol and move it over the endless red marks on his wrists.
"You're still bleeding. A lot." I sigh as I get the bandage wrap and wrap it around him (obviously, it's not like I'm going to choke him with it) tighter to stop the bleeding.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like shit, but besides that I'm feeling light-headed."
"Listen, Gerard, one day life is going to flash before your eyes. The least you can do is make the watch worth it." He didn't say anything after that, so I spoke up once again. "Maybe you should get some sleep."
"Sleep is for the week." He says, laughing.
"Gerard."
"Just lay with me?"
"However could I deny that offer?" I say as we get into the bed. The drugs will pass on their own. I know he didn't take anything too serious because I could smell the marijuana and I didn't see any needles any where.
"I love you."
"I love you, too." I say, sighing in relief that nothing bad happened. But, am I certain that something bad won't happen in the future? No.
"Frank Anthony Iero!" Is the first thing I wake up to.
"Yes?" I say groggily.
"You could have at least warned me that you would be leaving the house."
"I'm nineteen years old, Mom, I can do whatever I want."
"But at seventeen you were going to some cheep tattoo parlor getting that damn scorpion tattoo."
"That was two years ago. I've got to go, Gerard is waking up. I love you." I say as I hang up the phone.
"Morning, baby." Gerard tells me, smiling.
"Morning, darling."
"Only a couple more months till my birthday, then I'm eighteen." Gerard says happily.
"Tattoos?"
"Fuck no." He says, laughing."
"Damn it."
"What?"
"You'd look so hot with tattoos."
"I bet I would." He says as he brings his perfect lips to mine. This is what I want. Just the love Gerard and I share. Just how we can make each other feel so at him in our arms. How we can make each other feel so complete.
"My baby is getting old." I say as we seperate.
"I've always been getting old. Though, you've been getting older."
"Shut the hell up, it's a year's difference."
"Still a difference."
"Age is just a number, sweetheart."
"What'a today?"
"December 29th."
"Happy New Year's Eve."
"It isn't New Year's Eve, you idiot."
"Happy New Year's Eve Eve."
"Better."
"I'm hungry." I complain to Gerard for the trillionth time.
"Well, Frank, so am I. Who is the adult here?"
"Don't use that shi—"
"Frank, you should get Mikey and I some Chinese food."
"Why?"
"The last Chinese food I'll have in 2016."
"But—"
"Please, baby?"
"Fuck, fine."
"You see, it works every time." Gerard tells Mikey.
"Douche." I say as I walk out and into the car to get Chinese food.
After coming back with the food, and setting it on the table, I decided to pipe the question.
"Gerard,"
"Yes?"
"Will you... Will you...uh, will you be my—"
"Your?" He says, impatiently.
"My kiss. For the New Year."
"Frank, we've fucked. How is it so hard to ask me to kiss you at a specific time?"
"Because it signifies that I'm starting my new year with you. I just wanted to make sure you wanted to do the same."
"Of course I do, baby."
"Right here." Mikey mumbles. We eat our food quietly. No noise needed. Just the presence of each other was all we needed and wanted.
"Love you." I mumble, squeezing Gerard's hand under the table."
"Me too, baby."
-New Year's Eve and Day- (I decided on putting this on this chapter for a certain reason. You'll find out later.)
—Gerard's POV—
"Happy New Year's Eve, baby."
"Happy New Year's Eve." I sigh.
"I'm ready to start a new year with you."
"As am I."
"Cheers."
"For what?"
"Revenge." I say and see a disappointed face. "Joking. Cheers to a new beginning."
"Revenge is better." He says, smirking.
"You say so?"
"I need my revenge on you, baby."
"How so?"
"I'm going to fuck your tight little ass for the last time in 2016."
"Please." I sigh, beginning to get hard at the idea.
"Safe word?"
"Doves?"
"Why doves?"
"They're so innocent. Now just fuck me." I say more desperately than I wanted to.
"Gerard, so hard for me. You're a little slut aren't you?"
"Yes, such a slut for you." I say, moaning as he rubs my hardening cock through my boxers.
"Your all hard for me. Just for me. Only me."
"Only you."
"Do you want to prep or should I?"
"Prep me, Frank." He says, looking at me through those gorgeous fucking eyelashes.
"Anything for you, Gerard." I say as I take off his boxers and enter my finger into him, adding in a second and a third after a while.
"Mmm, pass me the lube, baby." He says as I reach for the drawer and get the lube. I give him a decent amount before putting it back in the drawer.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for days." He says as he angrily thrusts into me. Causing me to moan louder than I had intentionally planned on.
"Fuck, more." I groan as he thrusts into me again, harder and harder, hitting my prostate almost every time.
"God, Frank, you're so good."
"Mmm, always good for my baby." He says as he literally slams into me.
"Fuck, Gerard!" I shout. Fuck, what if Mikey can hear?
"You'll only ever feel this good because of me, right baby?"
"Right." I say, moaning into the pillow I don't even remember grabbing.
"Who makes you feel this good?"
"You."
"And who else?"
"Nobody else. Nobody else will make me feel this good but you."
"That's right, baby." He slams into me once again hitting my prostate and I can already feel myself beginning to reach my high.
"I'm going to cum." I say.
"Grab me that box." Frank says.
"What's in it?"
"You'll see." He says smirking.
I grab the box and look at him. He signals for me to open it and I do.
"Fuck, a butt plug?"
"Just for you, baby."
"You want me to put it on?"
"Yes, fuck yes." I slid it in me and groan as Frank sets it to three.
"Mm, come closer baby." I come closer and reach toward my cock before Frank stops me.
"No touching yourself." He says making me groan.
"You want to come already?"
"Yes, Frank."
"Alright." He says as he puts the plug to a seven.
"Fucking hell." I say as the mechanism does it's magic.
"Come for me, baby." Frank says as he reaches for his cock and jacks off, only making this hotter.
"Fuck, Gerard, you're so god damn hot." He says as he goes faster, touching the tip of himself.
"You're hot too." I say, barely audible.
"Almost done, baby." He says as he brings it to a ten, causing absolute pain to rise. I wanted him to stop, but I was so close. If I cam just go one more second.
"Fuck, Frank." I say as he lowers it to a five right as I cum onto him.
"Ugh, I reek of cum." I say.
"Baby, you know you like that shit."
"I do, but I need a shower before Mikey smells sex."
"Where's the Febreze when you need it?" He says, jokingly.
"Do I smell that bad?" I ask, suddenly feeling self conscious.
"No, baby, but you said you didn't want Mikey to smell sex."
"Yea, but—"
"Let's just shower together, yea?"
"Yea."
I get in the shower, followed by Frank.
"You look so good, baby."
"Mmm, thank you."
"You're welcome." The rest was filled with an actual shower. No shower sex. I washed Frank and he wash washed me.
"I love you so much." I say as the warm water rushes down us.
"Me too, baby."
"God, you're so perfect. How did I ever get you? I'm so lucky to have you."
"Me too. But you know how you got me? You got me by being an asshole."
"God, I was such an asshole."
"You still are." He says laughing.
"Douche." I mutter.
"Hmm?" He says, raising his eyebrows."
"Erm, nothing." I say, smiling.
"We should get out and with the family. That nap killed us some time. It's 10 already." I add.
"My mom here?"
"Of course, baby."
"Ok." The rest of the night was filled with fluff. Me kissing Frank, Frank kissing me, me almost fucking Frank in the bathroom, Frank fucking me in the laundry room (don't ask) till it was finally time.
"5." I murmur, looking into Frank's eyes.
"4." He smiles.
"3." I say, leaning in closer.
"2." He says as he cups my face.
"1." I look into those gorgeous eyes as someone shouts 'Happy New Year' cueing Frank and I to kiss. I press my lips to him as he gets on his tippy toes to reach me a bit better and smiles into the kiss.
"I can't wait to marry you."
"Me either." I say, smiling.
—Frank's POV—
Before leaving I snuck out Gerard's ring and took it to the mall the next day.
"What size is this ring?" I ask the lady behind the counter.
"Let me check." She says, grabbing the ring. "It's a size nine, sir."
"Can you please show me all the size nine rings."
"Yes, sir." She says as she directs me to a tiny section.
"That one." I say with a smile.
"Credit?"
"Debit."
She reaches her hand put expectantly as I hand her that card.
"There you go, sir."
"Thank you." I smile, as I leave. I know exactly when I'm going to do this. It's coming real soon.

Notes

SORRY THE SMUT WAS SHORT :(
I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS LONG CHAPTER (long for me, lol) Sorry for not updating if that was an inconvenience for you. Well, I better get going now. Bye! :)