Surrender The Night (Frerard)

When Frank got home he slammed the door behind him, decidedly ignoring his mother and rushing to the bathroom. The worst case scenario - the one he had been torturing himself by playing over and over again in his mind ever since he left school - was that he would get there, Gerard would see him and come to his senses, and send Frank on his way. He wouldn't want Frank when it was about to happen, and Frank would get horribly humiliated, what with having to see him again in class.

No. Frank wouldn't let that happen; he had to look and feel his best. That meant a half hour shower - at least - followed by an even longer time deciding what to wear and how much make up to wear. He figured skinny jeans were a no-no, because everyone knew there was nothing worse than trying to wriggle your way out of skin-tight denim in a hurry. But skinny jeans and sweat pants were all Frank had, and sweat pants aren't all that attractive.

Frank's half an hour shower turned out to be fifteen minutes, because his mother had used all the hot water and Frank couldn't bear to stand under the freezing cold spray for any longer than he absolutely had to, so after shampooing his hair twice and lathering body lotion everywhere, he stepped out and wrapped at towel around himself.

He was nervous; there was no denying that. He was about to lose his virginity to his teacher, of all people. That was a big deal, in Frank's opinion, and he only hoped Gerard would be caring and considerate and not rush into it. It was going to be awkward enough as it was, let alone with Frank having to stop him halfway through and chicken out. Just as Frank was beginning to consider just not going and changing history classes - because there would be no way he could face Gerard after standing him up - the phone rang. For a second, in his blind panic, Frank thought if would be Gerard but of course, Gerard didn't have his number so it couldn't have been.

"Hi." Frank heard as soon as he clicked accept. He breathed out a sigh of relief that the voice on the other end of the line was his best friend Ray and not, in fact, his teacher. "Sorry about this morning dude. I had to take my mom to her yoga class 'cause her lift bailed, and I threw up at the sight of middle aged women in funny positions. Stayed at home all day."

Frank giggled and a wave of relief washed over him; Ray was a lays able to make him laugh, even if it was unintentionally, and this time was no exception. He thought about telling him about Gerard and everything that had happened recently - now he thought about it, he still hasn't told his best friend that his step-father had moved out of the house and was, hopefully, never coming back. Then he dispelled the idea with a shake of his head. Later, maybe.

"It's fine. I mean, I walked in the freezing rain and I probably got hypothermia from it you asshole, but I hope you're better now." Frank replied, trying to play down the gratitude he felt.

"I am, yeah, thanks. I should be in school tomorrow so bring an extra pop tart for me?"

"Always, Toro. Always." This time Frank couldn't hold back his peal of laughter and scowled playfully into his phone, even though he knew Ray couldn't see him.

"Anyway! I have news!" Ray enthused, and Frank's heart rate picked up at his sudden exclamation. Maybe he knew about Frank and Mr Way? Maybe he was going to say that Mr Way had been arrested? What would happen then, would Frank be expelled?"

"What?" Frank croaked out anxiously, his tongue hanging heavy in his mouth as he waited for the words that would seal his fate.

"I got us a gig! Saturday night in town; we're playing for some bar whose usual band bailed on them. We've got a two hour set so we're gonna need to brush up on some covers as well as original songs, but that's okay, right?"

Frank's heart soared at the thought of not only more money and business opportunities, but also at the fact that he hadn't been caught out, he was still attending his school and his ... teacher? Romantic interest? Whatever Gerard was to Frank, had not been sent to jail.

"Great. That's really great. You told Bob yet?" Frank asked, smiling. It's been ages since he'd last been able to play the guitar; they hadn't gotten a gig in a while and Daniel always complained bitterly whenever Frank played in the house. It was ingrained into him never to play indoors or bad things would happen; Frank cursed his step-father as he came to realise that part of him would probably never leave. The fact that Daniel had affected Frank's guitar playing forever was enough to put Frank in a bad mood, but he swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself to be happy. He had a date tonight, after all.

"Yup. He said he could make it but he didn't sound too happy about it." Ray sighed melodramatically; this wasn't anything new. Bob always sounded angry about everything.

"Probably just having a bad day or something." Frank suggested before hurrying to hang up. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to his best friend, but he had an hour and a half left to get ready and he couldn't waste any time. "Listen, I've gotta go. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Bye, Frankie." Ray said, and Frank murmured a sound of farewell before hanging up and just about hurling his phone to the other side of the room in shock when he noticed his mother standing at his door, watching him.

"You're going out? Got a date?" She asked, smirking slightly and crossing her arms. Frank groaned; he knew he would never get out of the house if he admitted he was going on a date - because he was kind of going on a date - and he hated lying to his mother.

"Yes. No. I am going out, but not on a date." Frank said sternly, rifling through his wardrobe for something acceptable to wear. Why was it that all his life, he'd never been bothered by clothes or how fashionable he was or how good he looked? It was really coming back to bite him in the ass now.

"So where you going?" She persisted and Frank had to bite his tongue to stop himself from making a snide remark about how she only cared now. That would hurt his mother, he knew, and it wasn't her fault Daniel had been an abusive prick. He steeled himself, taking a big breath in through his nose and letting it out through his mouth like he'd been told to do in the meditation class he had been forced to attend.

"Just out, with a couple of friends from school." He said vaguely, hoping his mother would leave it at that. But of course, the Gods were against Frank today.

"Do I know them?"

"Mother, please! I am almost eighteen years old, stop checking up on me!" Frank cried, spinning round and fixing a death glare on the women leaning against his doorframe. She shrugged, fighting the smile that threatened to break across her face, and sauntered off in the direction of the kitchen. Frank thought he heard her telling him not to be home too late, but he
knew she'd be out working so it wouldn't matter anyway.

***

Gerard's house was that confusing mixture of new and strange, and vaguely familiar. Frank didn't know whether he should be on his best behaviour of feel remarkably comfortable when he knocked on the door, holding his breath until he heard hurried footsteps on the other side. He looked up with wide eyes and bit his lip, only trying a little to be seductive, but when the door swung open all his confidence escaped him, and he was left a stammering mess on his teacher's doorstep.

"Frank. Come in." Gerard offered holding the door out for him and shooting a surreptitious glance up and down the street to check that no one had spotted them. That would be a little hard to explain.

Gerard looked stunningly good in slacks and his work shirt and tie, his hair all messy and sticking up in random places. Frank was almost jealous of the man for the beauty that seemed to come naturally to him, whilst Frank had to spend ages, painstakingly choosing the clothes he thought would make him look the best.

"H-hi." He stuttered, blushing when Gerard grinned. They stood there for a minute, sizing each other up, before Frank broke the silence with a nervous, 'so.'

"So." Gerard copied, leaning back on the wall and crossing his arms behind his back, watching Frank from under hooded eyes. Frank blushed again and cursed himself for being so easily embarrassed. "I was thinking: we watch a movie, maybe eat some junk food or something and then, like, go up to my room or something."

Frank cocked an eyebrow at Gerard's surprisingly eloquent - not - way of putting it. He didn't think the man was going to be so blunt and straightforward, but then he hadn't really known what to expect. It wasn't like he could ask someone for advise without having the both of them arrested or fired or expelled or some other unwelcome outcome

"Okay." Frank replied slowly, his forehead creasing with worry lines, and realisation seemed to dawn on Gerard. He lost some of his cocky demeanour and stood up straight, taking a step closer to Frank so that the younger boy had to crane his neck to look Gerard in the eye.

"Is this your first time?" Gerard asked, concern etched into his features, and Frank's heart sank.

He knew Mr Way would be freaked out at the thought of taking Frank's virginity, and there was no way he could lie and say it wasn't. He just looked at his feet and wiggled his toes a little to distract himself from the question, so he was shocked when he felt warm fingers under his chin, lifting his head up.

"It's okay, Frank." Gerard said softly, smiling comfortingly and utterly confusing the smaller boy. "It doesn't make me think any less of you. And it also doesn't make me want to do this any less, if that's what you were worried about." He leant down and pressed his lips against Frank's, soft and quick and feather light so that Frank was hardly sure whether he had just been kissed or not, but he was relieved. It felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and now he could relax; he didn't have to pretend with Gerard. It was okay.

"Have you ever done this before?" Frank blurted out without thinking to clarify himself and blushed profusely when he was met with Gerard's sexy smirk.

"Had sex? Yeah, a lot of times."

"No, not that." Frank corrected himself. "Have you ever ... y'know. Taken someone's virginity."
Gerard's face softened and he shook his head, his cheeks tinged a light pink colour that Frank was have thought was a blush if it weren't for the fact that this was Mr Way, and Mr Way never blushed.

"No."

"Does it feel weird? Knowing you're about to?"

"No! Frank, I promise you, it's not weird. It makes me feel ... flattered. That you chose me for your first time."

Frank nodded slowly. "Oh. I see." The tension rolling off both of them confused Frank; before, in the classroom, they had both been more than comfortable with each other, whereas now they were actually alone and able to act how they wanted to, it was awkward.

"What was your first time like?" Frank blurted out before the situation got any more stressful. He cringed after he said it, desperately wishing the words back into his mouth and down his throat, but of course that wasn't possible. He didn't want to know about his teacher's first time, not really, but he suppose it was better than uncomfortable silence.

Gerard was caught off guard by the question and it took a moment for him to remember how to speak properly. For some reason, whenever he was around Frank he was in a permanent state of either being over confident and sexual, or nervous and tongue tied. Which certainly didn't made any sense, as Gerard was usually the former with his other romantic conquests. If he didn't know himself better than that, he would have begun to suspect he had feelings for Frank, which was ridiculous, because up until a few days ago he had just been another student to Gerard.

"Um, it was with my best friend, Bert. We were both sixteen, we were both each other's first time." Gerard choked out when he finally remembered how to speak again. He was unsure as to why they were talking about his past when they should have been screwing, but he decided to roll with it if it was what Frank wanted to do. Honestly, Gerard just wanted to make this as comfortable as possible for the smaller boy. "We were curious; it was a kind of no strings attached deal, y'know. Preparing us for when we did get a boyfriend or whatever."

Frank nodded slowly, processing this information. He could see Bert now; tall, dark and handsome. Probably smart and talented and gorgeous - Gerard's perfect match. Frank began to hate him from just thinking about him. Gerard, however, he couldn't imagine at the age of sixteen. He had always been Mr Way to Frank, his mysterious, attractive history teacher that Frank may or may not have fantasised over a few times whilst going through puberty.

"I see." Frank finally said, simply because he couldn't think of anything else to say.

They stood there in silence for approximately four seconds before Gerard decided he had had enough of the uncomfortableness and, taking three quick strides forward, backed Frank against the closest wall. Frank slammed into it sharply; his breath was knocked out of him and it took a few seconds breathing in through his nose for him to notice that Gerard's hands were on his hips and his mouth was on Frank's mouth, and his tongue was on Frank's lips, desperately trying to force its way inside. Frank gasped and moaned a little as Gerard took the opportunity to invade his mouth, running his tongue along the roof of Frank's mouth teasingly before biting Frank's bottom lip possessively.

Gerard moved his hand up from the boy's waist to his chest, his other hand latched around Frank's wrist, pinning him against the wall in a similar position to when they were in the classroom. Frank's knees buckled and Gerard pushed up against him with more force so he was supporting him and still kissing him like his life depended on it. Frank made an impulsive decision by jumping up and wrapping his arms around Gerard's waist, but Frank figured the other man didn't mind that much judging by the way he moved his hands from Frank's waist to his ass. Gerard splayed his fingers out so as to feel all of Frank at once.

"Too much talking." Gerard mumbled against Frank's lips as an explanation for his sudden movements, and Frank just nodded and let out a breathy sigh as Gerard's lips returned to his own.

Eventually, they had to pull away. Gerard motioned for Frank to follow him into the living room - when they were done catching their breath - and Frank did, keeping his head down as though he were ashamed. Gerard hoped the boy wouldn't back out now; he would most certainly have a hard time letting Frank go.

To be totally honest, the last thing Gerard wanted to do was stop kissing Frank and move into another room. Just ripping the boy's clothes off and taking him in the hallway sounded like the best idea ever; maybe he would have done it, too, if it hadn't been Frank's first time. It wouldn't be fair to the boy to make it some quickie with him pushed up against the wall. Gerard was determined to make it special.

"So how come you asked for my address?" Gerard asked curiously, just to break the silence. "You've already been here once." They sat down on Gerard's sofa - exactly where Mikey had sat a few days before - and the older man couldn't help but since at the fact that, technically, he and his brother were manipulating Frank into sleeping with him. He consoled himself with the thought that Frank wouldn't be here if he didn't want anything to do with Gerard, and focused on the reply he was getting.

"Oh. Well, it was dark, y'know." Frank answered, and sighed dramatically when Gerard motioned for him to continue. "I was kinda drunk and, like, I was scared out of my mind. I was just running for ages and I had no idea where I was or where I was going and I was so relieved when I saw a house. I just, like, pounced on the opportunity to get away from them. I was more focused on surviving than checking which road I ran down, y'know."

Gerard nodded and began to feel like an idiot. Why would he bring up Frank being attacked when they were about to have sex? That's got to be a turn off. He sneakily glanced down at Frank to see his reaction but the younger boy seemed more than happy to talk about his previous fights. Gerard found himself, once again, asking Frank if he knew who the attackers were.

"No. I told you that already, didn't I? I mean, it's not my fault everybody wants to hurt me!" Frank cried, crossing his arms indignantly, and Gerard couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked in that position. Maybe Frank would let him take pictures of him in different poses, different positions...

And that thought was enough to utterly convince Gerard that he was a complete pervert.

"That's true. Maybe you give off a vibe or something?" He suggested cheekily, and giggled when Frank slapped his arm playfully. He leaned over and placed a quick peck on the boy's cheek; he expected Frank to tense up or at least drop the smile, but to his delight Frank just smiled wider and seemed to relax more.

"So," Frank began. "Movie and junk food?" Gerard didn't miss the hopeful undertone in the teenager's voice and it occurred to him that Frank probably hadn't had time to eat before he came out. It had been a while since he had himself been a teenager, living under his parents' roof, and he had forgotten all the silly rules and unspoken agreements that came with it, such as letting your mother know when you're staying after school or asking your father's permission before you invite someone round to your house.

"Yup. I can call for a take-away if you want? What would you like?" Gerard replied, eager to please Frank. If Frank was in an environment he was happy with, he would be more relaxed and less likely to freak out when it came time to go upstairs.

Frank surprised him by shaking his head and saying, "Actually, I could make something if you want?"

"Don't you want take-out?"

Frank shuffled self consciously, pulling his sleeves down to cover his hands. Gerard saw the gesture and reached out, grabbing Frank's hands and bringing them to his lips to calm the boy down. He seemed fairly comforted by Gerard's actions and just shrugged in reply to the older man's questions.

"I - I have stomach problems. Like, I'm a vegan, but I kind of have to be. It's ... complicated. It would be easier if I just made us something to eat."

"Jeez, if I'd known you were this complicated I would never have kissed you." Gerard said, leaning over and kissing the corner of Frank's mouth to show he was just joking. Gerard continued pressing small, feather light kisses to Frank's mouth and jaw line until he got the boy to turn his face to the side, giving Gerard better access to his lips. The older man took the opportunity as it arose and placed both of his hands on either side of Frank's face, holding him steady, as he kissed Frank more passionately.

Frank opened his mouth to allow Gerard's tongue in and pretty soon they were having a make-out session similar to the one they had in the classroom - although this time there was no desk for Frank to fantasise over. Frank let out a breathy moan into Gerard's mouth and Gerard responded by biting down on his bottom lip hungrily. Frank thought back to earlier where Gerard had been attacking his neck and collarbones with his teeth and he desperately wanted that to happen again.

He gently placed a hand on the top of Gerard's head, weaving the man's dark black hair in between his fingers, and applied pressure, pushing the man down slightly. Gerard realised what Frank wanted and obliged happily, leaning down to suck and nip at Frank's pulse point. The neck had always been a sensitive spot for Frank - when he had been going out with Jack last year and they had been doing this sort of thing, which was rare because Jack was a devoted Christian and was constantly having inner battles with himself over whether homosexuality was a sin, Jack would always go for Frank's pulse point because he knew it drove the small boy crazy.

Frank, now totally on board with the direction their 'date' was going, rolled his hips up in search of Gerard's, who then gave him a little push in the direction of the sofa. When they were both lying down - Frank's back resting on the sticky leather couch and Gerard on top of him, being supported by his elbows so as not the crush Frank - Gerard went back to kissing Frank, even going so far as to grind down onto the growing tent in the younger boy's trousers. Frank gasped and a desperate whine escaped his lips.

"You know," Gerard gasped in between kisses, "we could always forget the movie and just ... go upstairs now." The last few words were accentuated with another roll of his hips and a moan from both of them. For a second, he was sure Frank was going to give in and nod his head, but, much to Gerard's disappointment, he turned his face away.

"No." He said assuredly. "Food first. I'm hungry."

Gerard groaned - and not in the good way - and reluctantly rolled off Frank, landing on his ass on the floor with a heavy thump and a grunt of pain. Frank leaned onto his side and peered over the edge of the sofa, giggled slightly.

"Serves you right for being a sexual deviant." He said with a nod of his head. Gerard proudly showed Frank his middle finger and hauled himself up from the floor, holding out his hand for Frank to take.

"Follow me then, if you're gonna make us food." They both sauntered into the kitchen, Gerard pointing out all the cupboards and drawers and explaining what type of food goes in where, and that the second draw down is only for tea towels. Frank laughed at his neatly arranged cutlery and Gerard silenced him by bending down and licking a stripe up the boy's neck, before deciding to leave Frank alone and let him get on with the cooking.

Frank was able to find a baguette and a few vegetables in Gerard's fridge and pantry, along with some mozzarella cheese, and thought, 'hey, if we can't get pizza, I'll make the next best thing'. Frank was an expert at pizza bread - he'd had enough practise making his mother and Daniel quick and easy meals when they were too drunk or too lazy to make it themselves - and he knew exactly what he was doing.

He cut the baguette into strips and on one half of the bread he lathered tomato purée. He followed that by cutting tomatoes and cheese into slices and laying them on the bread - he made his own without the cheese because, ew, cheese!

"Y'know cheese comes from a cow's udder, right?" Frank said judgementally, wrinkling his nose up and pretending to gag. Gerard snuck around the kitchen to wrap an arm around Frank's waist.

"You know you came from your mother and father having intercourse, right?" Gerard shot back just as judgementally, and Frank shot him a glare as if to tell him that, that sort of talk is not appreciated, thank you very much.

"Oh! Too much sass; make it stop." Frank cried sarcastically, going as far as to cover his ears and shake his head. Gerard laughed and took the teenager's chin between his fingers, planting a wet, sloppy and probably gross kiss on the tip of his nose. Frank made a noise of utter
disgust and swiped at his nose angrily with his sleeve, which only made Gerard laugh harder.

"Your attempts to stop me French kissing your nose are fruitless; give up while you still have the opportunity." Gerard dead panned and Frank raised an eyebrow, sidling up to the taller man evilly. He placed one hand on Gerard's chest and his other hand instinctively went to his outer thigh, trailing his finger's up and down provocatively.

"You're so hot when you use big words." Frank purred, smirking when he heard Gerard's breathing hitch.

"Oh believe me," Gerard replied, matching Frank's tone of voice, "I can use bigger."

"Oh I bet you can." Frank whispered, standing on his tip toes so he could lean in close to Gerard's lips, getting closer, and closer... before pulling away completely and swirling round to shove the bread underneath the grill in Gerard's oven. "But you won't be using them on me any time soon."

Frank heard the other man mutter something under his breath that sounded a lot like 'tease', but he couldn't be sure. "I'm gonna go pick us out a movie to watch." Gerard changed the subject suddenly. "Any preferences?"

The boy thought about this for a second before shaking his head and replying with, "Nope, pick what you like, but if you don't pick Star Wars I'll never talk to you again."

Gerard bit his lip to stop himself from blurting out, "Oh, we won't be talking much tonight," and was able to leave the kitchen without causing any permanent damage to Frankie's innocence.

He heard the boy humming a tune as he rushed about, picking up plates and knives and forks in preparation for their meal, and he wondered just how he got so lucky as to have Frank Iero - that gorgeous, badass, punk kid that kept his head down in History class - in his kitchen, making him dinner and trusting him with his virginity.

Gerard was beaming like an idiot by the time Frank came in with two 'interesting' looking pieces of pizza bread on green plastic plates, and he just smiled wider when Frank snuggled closer to him on the sofa as Gerard clicked 'play' on the DVD.

Notes

So we went to St Tropez in France the other day -aka where all the millionaires live, and you can hardly buy anything for under €100 - and I felt very out of place there with my baggy Guns n' Roses t-shirt and my pink crocs.
Anyay, here is another chapter! Enjoy! <3