Gerard
I’m waiting at Frank’s house when he comes home. I give him a peck on the lips and take his hand. “Hey, Frankie, how was school?”
“It was fine,” he said, stumbling slightly as I pulled him toward his room. “What about you? And, um, why are you dragging me to my room, you have homework. We can’t fuck.”
“No– that’s what I was…” Shit. Did he just say fuck? I wasn’t in the mood before, but I sure am now. “Can we? Later?”
“If you finish everything,” he says, winking at me.
“Um.” I feel myself blushing. What the fuck? Where’s my innocent little Bunny?
“Aw, have I got you all flustered?” Frank’s giving me a devilish grin. Did Mikey put him up to this? “How about this: Every assignment you finish, I’ll take off one article of clothing.”
“Uh, could I at least have a kiss?” I’m hopeful I can at least make out with my boyfriend before enduring the torture of a full day of schoolwork. I curse myself when he grins even wider.
“Every assignment you’ve done already will earn you one kiss.” Oh, shit. I haven’t done anything. I consider steering him away from his room, where a pile of blank worksheets given to me yesterday sits on his unmade bed, but I’ve sealed my fate. I really should have just kissed him then and there instead of asking.
Wait. He can’t control me; I can play this game, too. I grab his chin between two fingers and turn his head towards my own, leaning in close. He doesn’t move, which is good, it shows I have some semblance of dominance. “What’s all this controlling behavior, Bunny? Can’t a guy go down on his man without having to pay?” I hear him give a soft whimper and I’m going in for a kiss, when he pushes me away.
“Not so fast, Gerard!” he commands. “I’ll see what you’ve done so far, then maybe you’ll be rewarded.”
“Fra-ank!” I whine. Now he’s the one dragging me by the hand to his room, and I’m trying to slow him down. He kicks open the door and pushes me onto the bed. I try to cover up my boner this action incited, when he goes through the pile I haven’t done.
“Wow, Gerard, looks like you got a whole lot of nothing done while I’ve been gone.”
“Wait, Frankie, I was waiting for–“
“You could’ve done the easy stuff, at least!”
“But­­–“
“Butts are for sex, Gee, which clearly you won’t be getting anytime soon.” He shuffles the papers around. “I’m putting everything in order from easiest to hardest. I suggest you start with the hardest, as by the time I’m, oh…” he glances at the line of work, “down to my underwear, you won’t be able to think very hard.”
I want to cry. “Fine. It’s pretty hot, though, are you sure you want to keep on your jacket?” I bite my tongue to keep myself from saying any more. He’s gonna make his scarf and gloves as well as the jacket part of this bargain, I know it.
“No.” and he sits on the bed. Fully clothed. He looks into my eyes, and pulls his gloves.
Farther.
Up.
His.
Wrists.
“You goddamn whore.”

It takes two hours to get Frank’s jacket off, and by then I’ve finished about one third of what was assigned today. I complain loudly the entire time, but Frank seems unscathed by anything I say. He refuses to talk about anything but homework, too, which makes the whole ordeal unbearable. He’s shirtless after another two hours, but by then it’s 7 and his mother is home. She comes into the room and questions why Frank is half dressed next to me while I do homework, and somehow Frank is able to comfortably explain the situation to her (“He does things for me if I take off my clothes, mom.”). She nods to show her understanding and decides to go out late, “To a bar, or something,” and promises not to come back for a while. I blush, but Frank just smiles at me, as if to say, my mom lets me have more sex than your mom.
After she leaves, I try to confirm if this is true. “I’m pretty sure she just thinks we’re gonna cuddle and spend some time alone,” he says. I’m still convinced he just has the world’s most lenient mother. Then, he makes me stop and cook for him.
“Only for a kiss, Frankie,” I say, feeling triumphant. Finally, physical contact!
“When you finish,” he says. Goddamnit.
I make macaroni, because I want to be done quickly. As I finish serving the food into two bowls, I lean toward Frank and pucker my lips, but as expected the jerk tells me to wait until we finished eating. I huff and place our dinner on the table. He smirks at me as I try to eat my food as quickly as possible, and I give him a loving glare.
When he finishes, Frank puts our bowls in the sink and beckons me over to him. “Come here, Gee.”
I walk over and pout at him. “I’m gonna call the police. This is boyfriend abuse.”
“No, it’s discipline,” he giggles, and pulls my head down to kiss me. I latch onto his parted lips and grab him around his waist, pulling him closer to me. His bare skin against my chest sends a warmth to my abdomen and as he’s probing the inside of my mouth with his tongue I feel Little Gee perk up.
“I can feel that, Gerard,” he laughs, parting from me. I whine and nip his bottom lip as we disconnect.
“It’s not my fault, you’re the one teasing!”
“Well, you better get it down, cause you have two more assignments to do.”
Something clicks in my mind. “You’ll be naked by then.”
“Yeah, it’s almost like I knew how much homework you have and planned accordingly.”
“You’ll be naked,” I repeat, picking him up bridal style and running back to his room. I manage to speed through the last two assignments, and practically tear my clothes off when I finish.
“Someone’s eager,” he teases.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
I end up underneath Frank, moaning desperately as he kisses me and runs his hands down my torso. Then, to my dismay, he breaks apart. A string of saliva keeps us connected, but he wipes his lip and takes his place laying next to me.
“So, at school today, a group of girls approached me.”
“My fan club?”
“Yep. They asked a lot of questions about you, at least. You know what came up?”
“Um.” I start to blush. Did Frank really talk to a bunch of strangers about his sex life? Is that where all this confidence came from? I’m hopeful this isn’t the case. Maybe it was another subject, like, “Cooking?”
“Well, yes, but our sex life as well.” Dammit. “You know Sam?”
Oh, no. Bob’s girlfriend, Sam. “Sure do, what happened?” I’m genuinely worried.
“She wanted to know who, oh, what was it?” He stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth and looked to the ceiling for answers. “Oh! She wanted to know who catches.”
“Shit, Frank, did you tell them?”
“No, but I did ask what they thought,” he traces circles on my chest with his finger. “And you know what I found out?”
“Uh, everyone wants me to fuck them?”
He lets out a fluttery giggle. “No, Gee, I found out that some couples alternate who sticks it in who.”
Realization dawns on me. “You want me to bottom.”
“Exactly!” he smiles. “In fact, I spent a lot of the time you spent doing homework thinking about it.”
Jesus fucking Christ. He’s been thinking about this. Thoroughly. I bite my lip and look at his dick in the least subtle manner possible, considering his length and thickness (and if I’ll even like it). “Okay.”
“Really? I can? Like, you’re okay with it?” He’s truly excited. I give him a hesitant smile.
“Yeah, I’m okay with it.”
I try to show him how to prep, but for some reason he knows a lot about this. He opens the bottle of Cherry flavored lube Zacky gave him, which I suppose I’ll forgive since it’s so useful right now. He squirts some of the liquid into his palm, coating two fingers and rubbing what remained onto his dick. He licks his palm after doing this, which just turns me on even more. “How’s it taste?”
“Like medicine. Sweet, though.”
He instructs me to get on my back and open my legs. I comply, and he sticks one of his fingers into me. It’s colder than I expected, and I shiver with surprise; it’s more pleasant than one would expect getting a finger shoved up their asshole would be. I remember this is what I did to Frank, and thank whatever deity rests in the sky that he let me. Then, just as I’m getting used to the feeling, he inserts another finger. I moan loudly, and feel my cock twitch. Frank chuckles and pulls me toward him so he can kiss me. I keep the exchange short, however, as such a position puts my spine in an uncomfortable bend. He realizes this, and shifts his position until he’s above me again, but my back is curved so he can still access my entrance. His shift in weight moves his fingers inside me, causing my breath to hitch. He smiles down at me, and scissors his fingers, stretching my entrance.
I let out a whining moan. “O-oh God, Frankie, that feels really good!”
“Yeah?” His eyes are bright, and he looks as if he’s seeking my approval.
“Yeah, keep going, dude,” I gasp, somehow managing to keep a level enough head to call him “dude.”
“Gee?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m gonna stop, and use my dick now.”
I was thrown off guard by how innocent he sounded saying those words. Frank pulls his fingers out, and I groan in disappointment. “I told you to keep going!” I cry. He just shrugs at me with a grin and covers his member in lube.
Then he’s lining up with my asshole. My dick is pressed against my stomach, aching to be touched. He’s pushing into me. I moan, registering pleasure through much of my mind, but something tugs at the back of my head. As Frank’s going deeper, the something pulls harder at my thoughts.
A dirty bathroom stall.
I feel him enter me completely. I gasp, clawing at his back.
The smell of piss and blood on my nostrils.
He pulls out slightly, searching for my prostate. He pushes back it, this time hitting it. “Right there, Frankie, Oh, God.” I close my eyes.
The burn. The pain. Not being able to scream.
I can feel pleasure, yes, but a new feeling is pushing its way through my senses, and tears are forming of their own accord. I open my eyes, I see Frank, but I also see­–
The crooked, yellow teeth of my assaulter.
Frank, once moaning along with me, opens his eyes as If on cue with my thoughts. I feel a tear run done my cheek.
I was 16.
“Gerard?! Oh, God, Gee, are you okay?” Frank pulls out completely, all signs of arousal gone.
“I- I’m fine. Keep going.” I try to wipe my eyes, to hide my weakness.
“No! Gee, I can’t cause you pain! What’s wrong, What happened? Did I do something?”
“No, no, you’re fine, Bunny!” I try to reassure him. “It’s nothing you did!” It’s a lost cause, though. More tear are forming, and I can’t stop them. “I’m­–“
“Clearly you’re not fine, Gerard! Tell me what’s wrong!” Frank’s getting louder, like he’s panicking, but there’s nothing to panic about. He moves from his position on top of me and pulls me up, giving me a tight hug. He whispers into my ear, “Tell me what happened, Gee.”
I’m fine. I have nothing wrong with me. Nothing to worry about. I’m strong. I am. I don’t care if Frank is the best boyfriend in the world, he doesn’t need to know about this.
I break down crying. I melt into Frank’s arms, wanting desperately to disappear, wishing this had never happened.
“I–“ my throat slams shut, and I feel like I’m choking. I can’t speak.
“You can tell, me Gee. I love you.” He says into my shoulder. I take deep breaths; try to calm down for my Frankie, my poor, sweet, Bunny, who shouldn’t have to hear about my past traumas. “I love you so much.”
“My– It–“ No words will form in my mind or mouth. Frank stops hugging me and looks into my eyes. I let out one last sob. “When I was 16, I-I, uh, my, someone raped me, and, um, it’s fine, though, and–“
Frank’s beautiful round eyes widen, like a deer caught in a car’s headlights. He’s at a loss for words. Why wouldn’t he be? I think he’ll yell at me, or leave, or ask what it was like, but he just wraps me in a tighter hug than before. “I- I’m so sor–“ He seems unable to speak as well. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
I feel shame. It overrides my senses, my only sense the descent of my stomach into hell as I try to come up with words, any words.
“I didn’t want you to hurt. A-and I thought you would see me as weak. You probably do,” I mumble, and more familiar tears prick at my eyes.
“Why would I think that? You’re– I’m– I’m so sorry, baby.”
“Frank?” the back of my throat has a growing pressure on it, and I don’t want to let myself sob again.
“Yeah, Gee?”
“I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
“It’s okay. I love you. You can talk about it whenever you want. I’m here for you. I love you.”
“Okay.” We lay in his bed, limbs interlocked, and for a while we’re an army of two, fighting against everyone and everything in the world.
“Frank?”
“Yeah, Gee?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”

Notes

Here’s a nicely lengthed chapter. Why can’t they all be this long, hmm?
Sorry this is so heavy, like yeah you came here for a cute high school au, but blame Frerardified for including rape (!) in an earlier chapter. There’s no way I’m keeping that shoved under the rug. Besides, these last 10 chapters need to be a conclusion, and healing is a sole part of conclusions. Gerard’ll try to get through this, and Frank will help him.
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