Pretty In Punk

The boys unanimously decide that they should meet for a practice that day. Gerard again rides with Frank, and Frank is sweating bullets as Gerard runs his foot up and down Frank’s leg from across the console, especially what with Mikey sitting in the backseat entirely oblivious. Once they arrive in the Dun’s driveway, Mikey hops out, and before Gerard can do the same, Frank grabs the older boy by the shirt and pulls him back.
Gerard’s eyes widen, but his permanent smirk is still plastered on his face. “You’re being awfully assertive.”
“You have got to cut that shit out when Mikey’s around,” Frank warns, his voice sharp. “Do you want him to find out, or what?”
Gerard squirms a little bit, answers, “No, but… c’mon Frank, it’s not like he could see anything.”
“You don’t know that.”
“It’s hard,” Gerard whines. He leans closer, shrugging as he confesses, “I see you and I just want to touch you.” A hand snakes over onto Frank’s thigh, squeezing as Gerard continues, “It’s so damn tempting. I find it impossible not to give in.”
Frank, feeling a problem grow in the lap of his pants, turns hot, stammering, “W-well find a way, alright?”
Gerard looks a bit taken aback, hurt even, and Frank recognizes this. He adds, in a much gentler tone, “Look, I just don’t want anything bad to happen. You know?”
Gerard won’t look up at him. Frank brings a hand to Gerard’s jaw and pushes it up so Gerard’s eyes meet his. Stroking a thumb across the lower part of the boy’s cheek, Frank says, “Okay?”
Gerard finally nods, melting into Frank’s caress a little. Glancing over at the garage door, he mentions, “All the guys are probably in there.”
“Good point,” Frank agrees, stepping out of the car.
The guys are still getting their stuff set up when Frank and Gerard enter, but Frank still rushes to his guitar and begins to fumble with the numerous pedals in front of him. Brendon is speaking into the mic, “Alright so we need to rehearse really hard today, guys. No dicking around, no downtime between songs or at all until we get through this fucking set list.” Brendon glances over at Pete, who is currently scrolling through his Snapchat. “I’m looking at you, Wentz.”
Pete shoots him a quick look as he puts his phone to the side, remarking, “Fuck off, forehead.”
“Eyebrows,” Brendon retorts into the mic.
Pete flips him off, which would normally result in a full out brawl, but Brendon must be wanting to get stuff done badly; he just says into the mic, “Count us off, Josh.”
Josh, always the most obedient of the bunch, goes ahead and does as he’s told.
They go ahead and start, running through the songs rather quickly just as they’d intended. They figure that they can meet the time slot requirement if they go through the whole set list. They haven’t actually gone through every song in quite a while; each boy is drenched with sweat by the end of it, Mikey and Gerard included by the sheer humidity of the practice room.
Frank, with his shirt off, lays down on the ground at the end of it all, not caring about how gross the carpet probably is. Groaning loudly, he proclaims, “It is too damn hot.”
Gerard nods, sitting next to him. Flapping his hand towards his face, he agrees, “It is ridiculous in here.”
“Let’s go inside,” Josh suggests. “Air conditioning and cold drinks.”
Everyone moans in agreement as they shuffle towards the door leading inside. Pete cuts in, “Actually, I might just head out.”
“I’ll do the same,” Mikey jumps in. “Can I get a ride?”
Pete nods and the two leaving, waving goodbye to the rest of the boys, who can muster slurred departing words along with sloppily swayed hands.
They sit in Josh’s living room for some hour and a half, just having a grand time talking. Eventually, Brendon decides, “I should go home; mom will be mad if I miss supper.”
“I guess I should go, too,” Frank mentions.
Gerard heads out with Frank, and Frank is expecting to drop Gerard off at his house like normal. However, when Frank pulls up alongside the curb, Gerard offers, “Wanna hang out at my place?”
Frank, taken aback slightly, takes a moment to answer. “Y-yeah, that sounds great.”
Frank follows Gerard to the porch, asking, “Will your parents be okay with me being around?”
Gerard scoffs, explaining, “They’re hardly ever home. Work late, avoid home later. What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”
They walk in through the kitchen, where Gerard kicks off his shoes and continues through the house. “The fact that they’re gone so much allows Mikey and I to get shit-faced on a semi-regular basis, so if you’re interested-”
They enter the living room and Gerard’s words are taken from his mouth. He and Frank both catch onto exactly what is happening at the same time, and they don’t even exchange a look to assure that they’re seeing things correctly. No, Gerard just yells, “Get the fuck off him, Wentz!”
Pete springs from the couch, hair a mess. He looks at Gerard wide-eyed, unable to form a sentence. Mikey, too, jumps up from his spot where he had been underneath the boy, telling, “Gerard, it’s fine.”
“Fine?” Gerard squeaks.
Mikey takes a step towards his brother, grabbing Gerard’s forearm. “No need to use your squeaky voice. We’ve been talking… like a lot, Gerard. I promise, he’s not out to hurt me and I know what I’m doing.”
Gerard stands there dumbly, murmuring, “So you’re gay?”
Mikey scratches his head, answering, “Y-yeah.”
Gerard nods, his eyes darting over to Frank momentarily before landing back on his little brother. “I am too. Or, bisexual, or something, I’m still figuring that out. I’m with Frank right now.”
Pete does the blowjob gesture at Frank, to which Frank replies with, “Fuck off, Wentz!”
Pete starts laughing, and Frank retaliates by running through the room and taking him to the ground, struggling to pin the stronger teen. They squirm around for a bit until Pete has access to Frank’s sides. He tickles Frank practically into oblivion and Frank just fucking melts.
“You done yet, Iero?” Pete demands, hands still racing in a tickling frenzy up and down Frank’s sides.
Frank, tears forming in his eyes, laughs, “Stop! Seriously, fucker!”
Pete slows to a halt, mussing up Frank’s hair as he teases, “Cute tighty whities, man.”
Frank pulls his shirt down, red in the face. “You are such an ass.”
Gerard points at Mikey, then Pete. “You two, off the couch, sanitize that shit, and take it upstairs.”
Mikey rolls his eyes, grumbling, “We didn’t even undress at all.” He grabs Pete’s hand, kicking his ass with one foot before they start up the stairs.
Once they leave, Frank asks coyly, “So, are you gonna show me your room or what?”
Gerard grins, moving past Frank to lead him downstairs. Gerard’s room is in the basement, as it turns out. He has literally no windows in it, which explains his fair skin. It’s kind of cluttered, not messy by any means, just cluttered. Gerard sits down on his bed, patting the space next to him.
Frank gratefully lays down, rolling over to face Gerard. “I love your room.”
Gerard chuckles, “If you say so.”
Frank lays back contently. Gerard’s fingers trail to the hem of Frank’s shirt as he lifts it, stealing a glance at Frank’s lower stomach. “You’re so cute, Frankie.”
“If you say so,” Frank teases.
Gerard kisses him, hard. His body drapes over Frank’s, one hand finding its way up the front of Frank’s shirt. Gerard pinches Frank’s nipple, making the younger boy’s breath hitch. Smirking, Gerard’s hand then traces across Frank’s stomach, fingers brushing lightly against every square inch of skin there is to his torso. Frank reaches around Gerard’s waist to plant a squeezing hand on his ass, which then makes Gerard’s breath quicken. Gerard’s hand works to undo Frank’s belt, button, and fly. His fingers work fluidly in this motion, then starting to inch the seat of his pants down. Frank raises his hips in the slightest, practically begging for more.
Gerard’s hand sneaks through the slot in Frank’s underwear, wrapping itself around him. He works slowly, making its time match the kisses he’s placing down Frank’s neck and jaw. Then, gradually but surely, Gerard slows to a stop. Frank looks at him with confusion, and Gerard pecks him on the lips, explaining, “I don’t want to pressure you or anything. Or go too fast.”
Frank nods, then asking, “I don’t think it’s fair that I’ve never even seen you with your shirt off.”
Gerard frowns. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean you always get to see me with my shirt off or even my pants, but to me, you’re a total mystery.”
Grinning, Gerard asks, “You don’t like mysteries?”
“No, I don’t,” Frank answers honestly.
Gerard stands, pulling off his shirt and whipping it at Frank.
“Okay, nice!” Frank encourages. “I’m good now! That’s better!”
Gerard proceeds to unbutton his jeans, then tugging those to his ankles. Frank’s heartbeat picks up at the sight of Gerard standing there in some black boxer briefs. He feels like he’s about to pass out when Gerard abandons those as well. “There!” Gerard chirps, seemingly proud of himself. He spins around in a circle slowly, adding, “Zero mystery left.”
Frank is laughing. “Well, now I feel awkward all fully dressed and whatnot.”
Gerard’s eyes wander down to Frank’s crotch, all out in the open what with his pants pulled halfway down his thighs. “Not fully.”
Blushing a little, Frank orders, “Get some pants on, you fucking dork.”
Gerard smirks, stepping back into his underwear nonetheless and replacing his shirt with a sweater before sneaking back into bed with Frank. The two lay there for a while watching Netflix, and it isn’t until Frank’s half-asleep that Gerard asks, “Wanna have a party here tomorrow?”
Frank nods without thinking about it, and he’s asleep soon after that.

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