Surrender The Night (Frerard)

Sunday was definitely going to be a better day than Saturday, Frank decided, because Sunday was Gerard's day, meaning: he got to spend all day at Gerard's house on the pretence that he was going to see Brendon. The fake boyfriend was, conveniently, not asking any questions of where Frank was really going or who he was going to be with, and when Frank has voiced his gratitude at the boy's lack of questions, he had responded with a simple, "As long as you're not in any danger, I don't really give a shit." To which Frank had laughed and shoved him and told him his indifference was his best quality.

Frank really did feel guilty lying to Ray, but until he figured out whether the thing going on between Gerard and himself was actually something serious or not, he couldn't come clean. If Gerard chose to end things with Frank - which was the worst case scenario - and Ray was aware of it, who knew what lengths he would go to to get back at the man who had hurt his best friend? Image after image presented itself to Frank, ranging from Ray telling the head teacher about the illegal relationship to ray actually attacking the man.

Obviously the latter was terrible, but Frank couldn't help but think it would be the better outcome. If Ray attacked a teacher it would be unlikely he would get expelled; suspended for a couple of days at worst, whereas if he told, Frank would be expelled and Gerard would be fired and arrested even.

But, Frank reasoned, now wasn't the time to dwell on the many terrible ways this could end. Ray didn't know, Frank wasn't about to tell him, everything was running smoothly and he was expected at Gerard's in twenty minutes. This, sadly, left Frank with approximately one hundred and twenty seconds to get completely ready; this was most definitely an unrealistic goal and Frank sighed as he stuffed clothes into a rucksack and slung it over his shoulder. His mother had agreed to let him stay over on the condition that he get to school on time the next day, and he assured her that it would be no problem. He had yet to tell Gerard the great news but he was hoping the older man would be as pumped as he was, and not just chuck him out when it started getting dark.

Deciding not to waste time on picking out the perfect outfit - he was hoping Gerard would just tear off whatever clothes he had on when he got there anyway - Frank left his room and headed towards the door, poking his head into the kitchen to see if his mother was up yet. She wasn't, but Frank hadn't really expected her to be anyway. She'd come home in the early hours of the morning, exhausted from working the overnight shift at work and Frank had laid in bed listening to the sounds of her feet dragging heavily across the landing and the creak of springs as she flopped onto the bed. He felt bad, really he did, but there was nothing he could do. Nobody was too keen on hiring Frank at the minute and the only other alternative was allowing Daniel - and his below-average-but-still-more-than-Frank's-mom's paycheck - to move back in with them. The possibility made Frank's skin crawl; no matter how much the man claimed to have changed, he was still, and always would be to Frank, an abusive asshole who didn't deserve to hold such a big place in his mother's heart.

He heard her crying sometimes in the morning when she'd just gotten back from work, when she thought Frank would still be asleep. The boy would have loved to say he didn't know what she was upset about, but alas... that wasn't true. His mother had loved Daniel when she'd first met him; she probably loved him as much as she'd loved Frank's father when she'd first met him, and Frank knew that kind of love and adoration didn't go away, not ever, not really. There would always be a part of Linda that grieved for the loss of her relationship and as much as Mrs Iero might despise herself for that, it wasn't something she could control.

Frank swallowed and dug a pen out of his bag, looking around for a stray piece of scrap paper. He found one in an old shopping list hiding under a pile of his mother's magazines, and quickly scribbled out a note, explaining that he had left already and that he would be back around four the next day after he got out of school. Frank looked around for somewhere obvious to stick the note, but the kitchen was a total mess. Ever since Daniel moved out, Frank's house was slowly becoming more and more of a tip, and he thought he understood why. Daniel liked to make sure the house was clean: he never actually did the cleaning himself but he would use different methods to get Linda to do it. These methods would range from guilt tripping her into doing it - oh, but Linda baby, I actually go out to work, I don't have time to clean - to flat out threatening her - Linda I swear to God, if you don't clean up this fucking mess...- and it would go on and on and on until the whole house was spotless. Frank used to think it was just Daniel being a dick, getting out of doing the housework, wanting everything to be neat and tidy, but now he could see it for what it was.

Control: it was all about control.

Frank shook his head to rid himself of the memories. Daniel was gone now and he wasn't coming back. What good would dwelling on the past do?

He set down the note on the bottom of the stairs for when his mother finally woke up and left.

***

Sadly, Gerard didn't rip off Frank's clothes as soon as he got through the door. He did plant a big, wet, sloppy gross kiss on the side of the boy's face though, which had Frank cringing and laughing and swiping at the older man's saliva with his sleeve. He kicked off his shoes - despite Gerard's protests of, "Frank, don't worry about the bloody carpet!" - and dumped his bag in the hall. Then he turned to his boyfriend - gah, he still wasn't used to calling Gerard his boyfriend - and grinned, launching himself into Gerard's arms and sending them both toppling over to the floor.

"Ow, fuck." Gerard complained scrunching up his nose adorably and rubbing at the back of his head. "That hurt Frank!"

"Aw, I'm sorry," Frank cooed, "you want me to kiss it better?"

"I wouldn't mind..." Gerard smirked deviously and pulled Frank back down when the boy tried to get up. Gerard would have preferred to be on top of the shorter man instead of underneath him, but as long as they were lying down together he didn't really mind.

Frank lifted up a hand and ran it through Gerard's hair softly, lightly massaging his scalp and enjoying the little pleased sighs that his boyfriend was making. Frank allowed his head to drop onto Gerard's chest and he was short enough to set his ear just above the man's heart; soothed by the rhythmic drumming, his eyes fluttered shut and his breathing evened out and he really, actually, legitimately was falling asleep on top of his history teacher.

The revelation broke the sleepy spell that had come over Frank all of a sudden and he giggled which in turn snapped Gerard out of it. The man opened his eyes, startled, but relaxed when he saw it was only Frank being strange.

"We should probably get up, huh?" Gerard suggested after neither of them made a move to get up. Frank nodded against the older man's chest and slowly picked himself up off the floor, dusting down his clothes and holding out a hand to hoist Gerard up to a vertical position.

"I missed you." Frank admitted, chewing his thumb nail self consciously. Gerard saw and approached him, gently reaching up and pulling the boy's hand away from his face. He leaned and kissed him sweetly on the side of his mouth and then on the tip of his nose, intertwining their fingers and brining their hands down to fall at their sides.

"You only saw me on Friday," the man pointed out truthfully, "but I missed you too. And now we have all weekend together, and we're gonna have so much fun. I promise." The way Gerard said this made Frank blush and when he looked up at him, Gerard winked at him. Winked! At Frank!

"Isn't that a little presumptuous, Mr Way?" Frank questioned, placing a hand over his heart in mock outrage. Gerard laughed and bit his lip, his eyes raking over Frank's tiny body hungrily.

"A little," he conceded, "but admit it. You love it."

Before Frank could reply, Gerard was lunging forward and crashing their lips together. The sudden force made Frank stumble backwards a few steps before Gerard helped him to regain his balance in the form of placing both his hands on the boy's ass and squeezing slightly. Frank moaned into Gerard's mouth and the older man's tongue found it's way into Frank's mouth, lapping at his lips and tongue. After a few moments of indecisiveness, Frank placed his own hands on Gerard's hips and played with his t-shirt, slipping his fingers underneath the material to trace patterns into the pale skin on display. Before, he'd been too excited to take note of Gerard's appearance, but now the man was tongue deep in Frank's mouth, he could really appreciate it.

Instead of being dressed in his usual school attire - that being a smart shirt, black slacks and a tie - he was wearing casual clothes. It was like the first time Frank had arrived at the man's house, messy and beat up and unsuspecting. Gerard was wearing a baggy grey t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair was tousled and unkempt, probably from Frank running his hands through it earlier, and his cheeks were tinted with a cute pink blush. He, as usual, looked gorgeous, and Frank felt more than inadequate.

It was when Gerard tried to slide his hand down the back of Frank's jeans that the boy pulled away, flustered and breathing heavily but still smirking. He ran a finger teasingly up and down Gerard's chest and skipped the the kitchen, glancing over his shoulder to call out, "You're not getting anything until you make me breakfast."

Gerard groaned because of course Frank would wait until he got here to eat. Following after the boy despondently, he thought of ways he was going to get him back over the weekend.

***

It was around midday when Frank remembered the gig. They had been lying down on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn, watching a mildly entreating cooking show, both exhausted. The day so far had consisted of eating out of date cereal with soy milk - Frank squealed when he saw Gerard had bought special milk just for him! - Gerard giving Frank a blowjob - Frank came way to quickly - and Frank giving Gerard a handjob - Gerard was producing moans way too loud to be real - and they had both agreed that a lie down and a mind numbing TV show would be good for both of them.

Frank was quite happily snuggled against Gerard's chest, their legs tangled together and the older man's hand resting lazily on Frank's hip, when all of a sudden the boy sat straight upright with an expression resembling something close to horror settled on his face.

"Oh shit!" He exclaimed, causing Gerard to panic and sit up as well, thinking something terrible had happened.

"What is it?"

Frank didn't answer though, instead pulling his phone from his pocket as Gerard watched. His fingers flew across the screen too fast for the older man to see what he was doing, but soon enough he had the phone held to his ear and was anxiously biting the nail on his little finger as he waited for whoever he was calling to pick up.

There was a click on the other end of the line and Gerard could just make out a voice, muffled and quiet, but no words. When he chanced a look at Frank again, the boy's expression still hadn't changed and he looked just as distraught as he had a minute ago.

"Ray, the gig!" He cried out, running a hand through his hair in exasperation, and Gerard's eyebrows knitted together. What gig? Had he missed something... because of Gerard? The thought made the man swallow and focus all his attention on his boyfriend for any clue as to what was happening.

As for Frank, he was just as horrified as his face made him out to be. He'd forgotten all about the show they were supposed to perform yesterday; but he had been with Ray all day, so why hadn't he said anything?

"Oh," Ray answered, sounding dismissive, "relax. I cancelled it."

"What?! Why?"

"Because you wanted to spend the day with your boyfriend. I'm not going to get in the way of your love life, Frank."

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Frank wanted to cling onto those last words and hold Ray to them. "I'm not going to get in the way of your love life," he had said, but did he mean it? Did those terms apply to Frank's history teacher as well?

Frank groaned in response, calming down a little when Gerard started rubbing his back comfortingly. He leaned back into the touch and was rewarded with the older man's other hand coming up to stroke Frank's hair and Gerard leaned forward to plant little kisses over the exposed skin of the back of Frank's neck. Frank smiled, despite himself.

"Chill, man. They've got another slot open next weekend and I said we'd do it, so don't make plans."

"What about not wanting to get in the way of-" Frank started, bristling at Ray's contrasting words. He might have already made plans for then! What if he wanted to hang out with Gerard that day? Not that he would be able to explain that to Ray or Bob...

"Sorry dude, can't. It's my mom's birthday and I said I'd hang out with her." Frank lied, just for the sake of seeing what Ray's reaction would be.

"You're shitting me." Was the only reply Frank got and he couldn't keep in his giggles after that. He shut up pretty quickly though when Gerard growled quietly from behind him and his teeth clamped down on Frank's shoulder through his t-shirt. The boy was surprised his teacher's teeth didn't completely rip the material.

"Asshole." Ray muttered, and hung up without another word.

Frank put his phone away and turned on the sofa, swinging his legs up onto Gerard's lap and draping his arms over his shoulders so they were face to face.

"Now where were we?" He smirked in what he hoped was a seductive way.

"I think the lady was just about to meet her date..." Gerard joked, confusing Frank for a moment until he realised the man wasreferring to the TV, and therefore just messing with him.

"Asshole." Frank repeated Ray's words, and grinned as Gerard leaned in to meet his lips. They had the whole weekend to themselves, and neither one of them wanted to waste a single second of it.

Notes

I'M SO SORRY IT'S BEEN LIKE TWO WEEKS I AM SORRY! Please enjoy this chapter and hope the next one is up before we all DIE OF OLD AGE!! D: Enjoy! <3