Pretty In Punk

After school, the boys take the usual process of commuting in separate vehicles to the Dun household. Frank practically has to break Pete’s arm to make the boy not offer Gerard a ride. Frank wants to ride with Gerard; if he wants to get closer to the boy, he’s got to give him every second available. Besides, Frank knows for a fact that he looks very attractive when driving (not because he has to push up the seat really far to reach the pedals, but because he always puts these sunglasses on).
So Frank finds Gerard and Mikey immediately after school, and the two follow him to his car. Josh is riding with Pete and Brendon, so for now, it’s just Frank and the Way brothers. They’re not within a hundred yards of Frank’s vehicle when Gerard shouts, “Shotgun!”
Frank grins, looks back at Mikey, who is frowning at Gerard. He grumbles, “Fucker,” under his breath and Gerard just peers up at him smugly. That’s a funny thing about the two; Mikey is the younger one, yet he is about an entire head taller than Gerard, and looks older, too. Mikey has a more defined jawline and features that make him pass for a few years older than he really is, but Gerard has these baby cheeks that could almost sell him as a middle schooler, despite the fact that he’s a sophomore, Frank’s found out.
Frank climbs into the driver’s seat and Gerard piles in next to him. Mikey smacks his head as he lowers himself into the backseat, complaining slightly as he has to squish his long legs into the back.
Pulling out of the parking lot, Frank plugs in his phone to the aux cord and puts the device on shuffle. The intro of Longview by Green Day booms through his speakers, and instantly Gerard yells, “YES!”
Frank smiles, gives him a sideways glance. “You like Green Day?”
“Fuck yeah!” Gerard exclaims, moving his hands as if he were drumming along to the track. The two sing along when the lyrics start, Mikey falling in and out as he forgets and recalls lyrics. They arrive at the place by the end of the song and surprise, they’ve actually beaten Josh and the guys. This never happens, see, so naturally, Frank rushes out of the car and into the practice room to do something. What that something is, he doesn’t know, but it has to be something, anything. Gerard and Mikey kinda share a look before following Frank, who is already busy inside banging away on Josh’s drums, not because he can actually play them, but because for once, the option is there.
Josh and the guys arrive, Brendon covering his ears mockingly at Frank’s barbaric playing. Josh rushes over to the kit and pins an arm behind Frank’s back, which makes him drop a stick as he cries out in pain. Frank dips his head down onto the snare, and Josh leans in, telling, “You have two options, Frankie. Surrender the drum kit and be freed, or continue to be a little shit and suffer this hold.”
Frank squirms in resistance, then decides, “Let me go; I’ll get off!”
Josh releases Frank, who stands up slowly, grimacing as he holds his arm. “That fucking hurt; where’d you learn that?”
Josh smiles as he sits down at his kit, retrieving the stick that Frank had dropped in shock. He rattles off some drum rolls, replying, “That’s for me to know.”
“What are we playing first?” Brendon asks into his mic. Pete is already strapping his bass on and fiddling with the amp, so Frank rushes over to his guitar, slinging it over himself as he flicks on his own amp.
Josh, scratching his chin, answers in his own mic, “Smells Like Teen Spirit?”
They do just that, playing through the song without any major screw-ups. They’ve gotten to the point where they’re quite polished, at least, in comparison to how they played a month or two ago. They’re much better at reading each other’s signals, and as a result, they work together very well as a unit.
Gerard and Mikey must notice; Mikey is clapping like a dork at the end of the first song. While Gerard is more subdued in showing his approval, he is smiling pretty big, although his arms are crossed. They’re sitting by Frank’s amp, and Frank is only now realizing the potential that lies in that. So, when they get started on the next song, which is Just Like You by Three Days Grace, Frank immediately begins to give Gerard looks as he plays. Sure, he’s hopping and running around like normal, but every now and then, his deep eyes will fix themselves on Gerard and he’ll give a kind of grin, perhaps raising an arched brow every now and then. Gerard is picking up on this and normally responding, usually with a grin in return, but every now and then, he’ll sort of shift his body; push his hips just a bit forward and spread his legs almost undetectably wider. Frank notices though; he’s been tracking Gerard’s every move as if he were on suicide watch.
By the end of their designated setlist, Mikey is giving a standing ovation, and Frank feels he’s made a pretty good impression on Gerard. He swaggers over to the older boy, strumming on his guitar absently. “What did you think?”
Gerard chews on his lower lip before answering slowly, “I’m thinking about how a lot of the guys took off their shirts while they were playing.”
Frank’s heart starts to sink in his chest. Is Gerard interested in his friends and not Frank? If so, all those signals he’d been sending are not only a waste, but an embarrassment. “And?”
“I was just wishing you would’ve done the same,” Gerard adds, smirking.
Unconsciously gripping at the hem of his shirt, Frank damns himself for not having thought of that much sooner. After all, he’s sweating buckets after having played for a solid hour or so. He’s going to reply to Gerard when he suddenly is put in a very uncomfortable situation.
That is, Pete has ahold of his briefs and is currently bringing them up his ass.
Pete yanks up harshly a few times, making Frank almost lose his footing. He stumbles, regains his balance and, blushing furiously, snaps, “Pete!”
Pete just pulls harder and Frank swears he can hear the elastic in his underwear stretching. After almost falling again, Frank grabs tightly to his instrument, reminding Pete, “The guitar! Stop; I’m going to drop my guitar!”
Pete finally releases Frank, grinning ear to ear as he admits, “Sorry; I saw them sticking out and it was just too tempting. It’s so easy to see your tighty whities when you wear all black.”
Frank desperately looks to Gerard, whose smirk is still plastered on his face. Great, he probably thinks Frank is some kind of dork now. His cool exterior is blown; there’s no possible way to be alluring while trying to shove a wad of bunched underwear back into your skinny jeans.
Brendon and Josh are both laughing quite a bit, and Frank almost feels like he might cry. Not because his friends are laughing at him, but because he’s convinced that Gerard wants to join along, but not in a friendly, playful way, but the mean kind.
“Why do you wear those things, Iero?” Josh asks.
Frank doesn’t really feel like discussing his unconventional underwear choices what with Gerard sitting there, but he decides to try and play rational, answering, “No one sees my underwear and they’re cheaper than shit; who cares?”
“Well, I saw them, and it gave me the thought to hurt you,” Pete jokes.
“It did fucking hurt,” Frank whines.
“Some people are into that,” Mikey cuts in. Gerard gives him a questioning look, so Mikey rushes to stammer, “I-I had a friend.”
“No, I know what you’re saying, Mikey,” Pete agrees. He jogs over to Brendon, who is bent over untangling a cable. Reeling back as far as he can, Pete brings his hand harshly into the center of Brendon’s ass.
Instead of protesting or yelling, Brendon merely snaps up straight, exclaiming, “Oh, that was nice!” He pats Pete on the shoulder, telling, “A little harder next time and I might jizz, babe.”
“A little harder would leave quite the fucking bruise,” Pete chuckles.
“Are you two dating?” Mikey asks.
Both Brendon and Pete burst out laughing. Brendon rests an arm on Pete’s shoulder as he wipes a mocking tear away from his eye as Pete makes kissy faces at him. Brendon explains, “No, we’re just really good friends. Everyone in the band is.”
“We are also all gay, just not with each other,” Josh cuts in.
Frank rushes over to Pete, grabbing his friend by the arm as he hisses into his ear, “What the fuck was that about, Wentz?”
Pete giggles, “What; it was funny.”
“In front of Gerard?”
Pete frowns, suddenly catching on to Frank’s crush. At that moment, Brendon overhears the conversation, asking, “And what are we fighting about?”
Pete answers loud enough for the entire room to hear, “Oh, it’s nothing; Frankie’s just mad that I gave him a wedgie in front of his boyfriend.” With that he gestures to Gerard, whose eyes widen in surprise.
Blushing something furious, Frank rushes out of the room, pushing past his friends and into Josh’s home.
As soon as Frank’s gone through the garage and into the house itself, he wishes he’d stormed outside instead. He opts to go to Josh’s room for a little while, just enough to recollect himself after the train wreck that had gone down in the practice room.
Lying on the bed, Frank takes a deep breath. He still feels a tad like crying, but he knows that one of his friends will come in at any moment to check on him, most likely Brendon or Josh. That, he expects. When a knock comes on the door shortly after this thought, he’s not surprised, but he is when the figure of Gerard works its way through the doorframe.

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