He Likes Me

Mikey ended up staying for the rest of the night; he called his parents from Gerard's phone and told them he was staying with his brother and his brother's boyfriend - and Frank heard Mrs Way practically squeal at the word 'boyfriend' - and would drive the rest of the way to their house tomorrow. Frank and Mikey set up the spare bedroom together, Mikey said something about boyfriend-brother bonding time, whilst Gerard cleaned up the kitchen. Frank rolled his eyes playfully at his partner when he started wiping down the surfaces and Mikey just told him he was an 'obsessive germaphobic weirdo'.

Gerard threatened to throw him out to sleep on the streets if he said that again, and Mikey said he would tell their mother. Gerard shut up pretty quickly after that.

"So," Mikey began, a smirk playing at his lips. "You and my brother, huh?"

Frank nodded awkwardly and smoothed out the pillowcase he had just finished shoving a pillow into with shaking hands. Was Mikey going to come out with some comment about him being homeless, or him not being good enough for Gerard? He knew he should have stayed downstairs with Gerard - what as he thinking, ending up alone in a room with his boyfriend's possibly judgmental brother? Being alone with your partner's family was never good; it just gave them more opportunities to confront the boyfriend.

To Frank's relief, Mikey didn't attempt to talk him into leaving Gerard. Nor did he say his brother deserved better, or anything like that actually. He simply shrugged and made some comment about Frank having his work cut out for him, and they remained in silence for the rest of the time they spent alone together. When they finally decided the room was clean enough for Gerard's liking and Mikey's acceptance, they hurried downstairs to find Gerard sitting in the middle of the couch, leaving enough room either side of him for his boyfriend and his brother.

Mikey sat down on Gerard's right, leaning as far away from him as possible, whereas Frank sat down on his left and leaned onto him, resting his head on the man's shoulder. Gerard shifted slightly to make the position more comfortable for Frankie and wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder. Gerard couldn't help but trail his fingers up and down Frank's arm, just to check he was real and alive and there. Frank shivered at the light touches and tried to pay attention to whatever show Mikey had out on - someone was cooking something that looked really nice, but then she had to go and ruin it by adding meat. Ew. Frank's nose scrunched up in disgust and Gerard, who had been watching him out of the corner of his eye, giggled at the sight. How was it legal for him to look so cute?

Gerard bent his neck to kiss Frank's cheek, and smiled when the boy leaned into his touch, purring contentedly. He was so happy in that moment: he had a home, he had a boyfriend whom he loved, he was making friends with Gerard's brother. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this happy. Probably when he was still closeted and living with his religious parents. It had been around Christmas time and his cousins had come over to stay with them; they had sat around the dining room table with an amazing spread that both Mr and Mrs Iero had helped make. They'd said a prayer and had talked and laughed and joked with one another. Everything had been perfect - his parents had been so happy and loving. Frank had a hard time believing they were the same people who threw him out of the house with only the clothes on his back as soon as they found out he liked men.

Just like that the atmosphere changed. It went from blissfully happy and carefree to gloomy and depressing, and all because Frank has thought of his homophobic, asshole parents. Why did he have to go and ruin such a good moment?

Gerard felt Frank tense up and knew immediately that something was wrong; he could tell when the boy was upset and if his body language was anything to go by, he was upset now. He had no idea what had triggered Frankie's sadness, but he knew it was his responsibility as a boyfriend to cheer him up again.

And he had a pretty good idea how to cheer him up.

"Well," Gerard sighed, squeezing Frank's arm as he stood up and stretched, yawning dramatically. "We're really tired, so I think Frankie and I are gonna go to bed."
Frank looked up at Gerard, confusion covering the sadness in his eyes. When he saw Gerard raise his eyebrows pointedly and gesture for Frank to follow him, he obeyed without question. If Gerard wanted to talk to him in private then Gerard would talk to him in private.

"Night Mikey!" Gerard said happily, and Frank echoed it less enthusiastically. Mikey just scoffed in disgust because yeah, he definitely knew what they were doing.

As soon as they were back in their room, Gerard didn't give Frank a spare minute to ask why he dragged them away from the television before he was pushing the younger boy onto the bed and climbing on top of him, kissing him deeply. Frank replied with the same amount of passion and ferocity, clinging onto Gerard like a life line. When the older man started planting wet, open mouthed kisses on Frank's neck, he tried to object.

"Gee, we - we can't. Your brother... we can't. Not while he's here -"

"Sure we can." Gerard replied, shutting he teenager up by biting his neck hard enough to bruise. He could already see the love bites from earlier forming and they gave him a strange sort of pride. Everyone could see Frankie was his now. He pulled Frank's top over his head and started planting little kisses all the way down his stomach and chest.

"You just have to be really,"

Kiss.

"Really,"

Kiss.

"Quiet."

With that, Gerard undid the boy's belt buckle and pulled the tight trousers down - with considerable difficulty that somewhat killed the mood, but not quite - so that he was only left in his boxers. There was already a small wet patch on the fabric and Gerard kissed Frank through the material, smiling discreetly when he gasped and bucked his hips forward.

Not wanting to be a tease, because he could tell Frank really needed cheering up tonight, he pulled the boxers down, completely exposing Frank, and didn't hesitate to take him into his mouth. Frank moaned at the initial feeling, but bit his tongue when Gerard reached up to place a finger over his lips. He closed his eyes and breathed in and out heavily as little shockwaves of pleasure shot up and down his spine. The blood in his body was alternately going to either his face or his dick and he couldn't stop gasping to describe how incredible it felt.

He didn't last long and Gerard backed off, pulling the covers over Frank's tiny, shaking body in the hopes that the boy would more comfortable when he wasn't totally naked. He crawled up the bed after Frank and flung his arm over Frank's chest in what he thought was a comforting gesture.

"Want to tell me what's wrong, baby?" Gerard asked softly after almost ten minutes of them lying together in silence.

"Nah. Just... thinking about my parents really." He replied, and the older man froze. He had never asked Frank about his parents and he'd never even thought about it. But of course Frank would remember his parents. Did they exist now too? Had he created a whole family by creating Frank? There were so many questions that Gerard knew he probably would never get an answer for.

"Yeah?" He said nonchalantly.

"Yeah." Frank sniffled. "I just don't - don't understand how they could do that to me. They were supposed to love me no matter what!" And then he broke out into muffled sobs that he tried desperately to hide. It was obvious he had been thinking about this a lot: the feelings on rejection were clear in the way the boy spoke, and Gerard hated seeing him upset. He even felt partly responsible. Why had he created such a depressing life for Frankie? Why hadn't he made him happy? Why hadn't he created an all accepting family? God, why?!

His mind flickered back to the typewriter in his study down the hall and he had an idea. It felt wrong at first; he had promised not to alter anything in Frank's life on the grounds that it wouldn't be fair to the boy, but surely changing a little detail would be better than seeing Frank heartbroken and rejected by his own parents, right?

Right, Gerard decided.

"It's okay, Frankie." Gerard hushed comfortingly, stroking the boy's hair and kissing him repeatedly. "They'll come around."

"You think so?" Frank asked, turning on his side to face Gerard and the man could see Frankie's big, hazel eyes, so full of hope, and then, yeah, then he was more certain than ever that he was making the right choice.

"I know so." Gerard whispered, and would have said more if his phone had not chosen that particular minute to buzz with a new text message from Mikey.

I fucking hate you. You may think you're being quiet, but this house echoes, you know?!

Gerard laughed and showed it to Frank who, to Gerard's relief, laughed too.

Notes

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