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If You Marry Me, Would You... (Frerard)

Chapter 12

Gerard woke up slowly, blinking away the soreness in his eyes from sleep and dried tears.

He cried a lot last night, and so did Frank. The way Gerard's eyes widened when the boy took his shirt off to expose all the purple and blue marks on his torso was painful for both of them, and the elder only felt more guilty knowing it was his own fault that Frank had to suffer like that.

And things didn't get better when he fell asleep. Frank's warm embrace did manage to calm him down, but it didn't wash away the horrible stinging in his ass, his aching lower back. His whole body was screaming pain and sorrow, and his mind was filled with nightmares, images of Jonathan all around his blurry sight, making him want to scream.

The older man spent the whole night trying to get a proper sleep, with no more nightmares, squeezing the younger to his chest in desperate attempts of finding comfort.

And he did, thanks to the warmth of the beautiful body lying next to him.

But the real comfort was when he finally woke up to the morning light. All he wanted was for that night to be over, and when it did he could only sigh happily into Frank's hair.

He looked down to see if the younger man was awake. He wasn't.

Gerard smiled at how beautiful the boy was, how close he was, all the small perfections and imperfections in his features, every tiny scar Gerard could spot with his eyes. It all seemed magical in the light, and he was stunned by the fact Frank was right there with him, in his bed. He never thought he would get the chance to hold someone as special as him, never thought he could feel such a need to keep someone pressed up against him for so long.

He breathed Frank like air, enjoying the contact he had when Frank was sleeping right beside him, his face buried in the older man's chest and his arms wrapped tightly around his waist, like he was afraid to let go.

Gerard felt like he could stay there all day long and watch the other sleep, but unfortunately, he also felt his bladder about to explode.

He laid there for a while trying to figure out how to slip from Frank's grasp without waking the man, until suddenly a familiar smell attacked his nose.

He frowned. He knew that smell very well, and even beyond Frank's (amazing) scent, he could recognize it perfectly.

Pancakes.

He looked around, trying to find out where this smell might be coming from.

And then there were footsteps along the corridor.

Just as Gerard was beginning to realize who it was, Bob's happy face appeared in the doorstep.

"Good morning, princess."

Gerard, despite everything he felt until this moment, turned his head kind of painfully so he could look at Bob, smiled and laughed quietly at the names his best friend always gave him.

"Good morning asshole. Did you stay here all night?"

"Yeah. Had to make sure none of you dies during the night or something. How does you lower body feel?"

"Hell," Gerard sighed. "But it'll be alright. Right now I just need to pee. Like, seriously, Frank is crushing me."

Bob smiled sympathetically and walked over to his friend, which was still hugged in the smaller man's arms.

"Want me to help you out with it?" He asked, and Gerard nodded gratefully.

With a lot of effort, and an unsatisfied groan from the sleeping Frank, the two older men made it to get Gerard out of his arms. Now the challenge was to stand up.

"I can get you some more painkillers if you want," Bob suggested.

"No, I really need to go to the fucking bathroom. Can you just help me get off of the bed?"

Bob nodded skeptically and reached out to help his friend stand.

Gerard bit down of his lip to stifle a cry of pain at the first move.

"Holy shit," he whispered.

"Are you good? Can you still move?" The bearded man asked quietly. Gerard nodded, eyes still squeezed shut, and slowly lifted himself up from the mattress, along with a lot of support from his friend.

Bob helped him to the bathroom, where he let Gerard lean on the wall beside him, and waited outside until the older man was done with his morning needs.

Afterwards he carefully escorted him out of the bedroom (noticing the way Gerard stared at Frank the whole time), and to the kitchen, where the elder nearly screamed as he sat down on one of the wooden chairs.

Bob watched the man screw his face up in misery, and felt really bad for what his best friend had to go through last night, even if not for too long.

"So, I thought I smelled pancakes earlier," Gerard was quick to avert the attention towards something else, and Bob let him. Gerard never liked to talk about his problems.

"Yeah, I figured it would be nice, since the two of you had some... pretty bad shit yesterday."

Gerard nodded, his gaze falling to the table, yet his eyes lit up when Bob laid a plate of pancakes in front of him along with his favorite syrup: fucking maple.

"Mmh, you always know what I love," Gerard practically moaned.

"Dude, I know everything about you. I know how big your dick is. We've been friends for long enough."

"You don't have to know how big it is, just that it's bigger than yours," the elder smirked cheekily.

"Wait 'till I have it down your damn throat. We'll see how bad you'll talk then."

"Oh, I wish! I spent years trying to drag you out of the closet."

"Am I too straight for you, honey?"

"Too straight for my liking, yeah."

"Fuck you."

They both smirked as Bob turned to get more pancakes out of the pan into a small plate.

Suddenly they heard quiet groaning from the bedroom, letting them know the younger man had woken up.

"I should probably..." Gerard started.

"No, no, you stay here," Bob cut him off. "Don't fucking move, okay? You need to rest."

Gerard nodded disappointedly and kept digging in his breakfast while listening to Bob's soft talking and Frank's beautiful voice that made him smile down at his plate shyly.

After a short while Bob stepped back into the kitchen.

"He's okay," he replied to Gerard's gaze at him. "He can walk properly and is not in too much pain."

"Good," Gerard smiled, relieved.

And a few more minutes of eating quietly, a small shirtless figure stood at the doorstep.

"Hey," he said as he stepped into the kitchen, the bandages around his chest and stomach and shoulder covering almost every inch of his torso.

Gerard smiled up at his face, trying to ignore the purple marks that still peeked through the fabric of the bandages, and hummed happily when the small man leaned down to connect their lips slowly.

"Hey," he replied when they pulled away, still close enough so their noses touched. "Want some pancakes? Bob's breakfasts are the best."

"Of course," Frank whispered, "But first, I wanna try out that CD player of yours."

Gerard nodded in agreement, and watched as Frank slightly limped out of the room.

It was almost scary how they all did their best to ignore last night's events. Bob, Gerard and Frank knew all that had happened, so none of them bothered asking or wondering.

They just wanted to forget.

Frank returned shortly afterwards with a CD Gerard didn't really have time to see. Frank was already moving towards the CD player and taking the CD out of its package, and Gerard caught a tiny glimpse of a spider.

"What album is this?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, his fork still stuck inside one of the pancakes.

"You'll see," Frank smiled, "It's one of my favorites."

Gerard only nodded, continuing on eating his breakfast as Bob did the dishes and Frank sat down slowly and began putting some pancakes on his own plate.

It was quiet and nice, until Gerard heard the familiar voice and froze.

'Look alive, sunshine...'

He choked on his own breakfast.

'109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit'

Frank looked at him worriedly.

'You're here with me, Dr. Death defying'

Gerard glared at the radio.

'I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter'

Gerard glared at Frank.

'Pumpin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive'

Frank gave him a scared puppy look.

'A system failure for the masses, antimatter for the master plan'

Gerard kept glaring at him.

'Louder than God's revolver'

Frank looked up at Bob, who looked at him just the way Gerard did.

'And twice as shiny'

Frank felt threatened.

'This one's for all of you rock'n'rollers'

The silence was heavier than in a graveyard.

'All you crash queens and motor babies'

Gerard's knuckles turned white with how hard he was gripping his fork.

'Listen up!'

Frank squealed and jumped as a loud hand was smacked on the table, along with Gerard's threatening glare.

"Really Frank? Fucking Danger Days?!" He hissed.

"What?" Frank defended himself. "You said My Chemical Romance were your favorite band."

"Yeah but not THAT!"

"Hey, that's a really good album."

"Excuse me? A 'good album'? That might just be the lamest thing My Chemical Romance has ever done as a band!"

"No it isn't. It's really catchy and happy, and it has a really different spirit than their other albums."

"Doesn't make it better," Bob said from his place simply, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. The two men at the table looked up at him. Gerard's expression softened and he went back to eating his pancakes.

"Bob's right. That album sucks," he murmured.

"No, it doesn't suck," Frank said as he did the same with his own food. "It's great."

"But it has no point! That whole album is just My Chem being extremely hyperactive and shouting the lyrics. It doesn't have any emotional meaning, no depth, no feelings."

"Maybe to you. But I see the good things in it."

"Like what?"

"Well, to begin with, it's the first My Chemical Romance album that isn't depressing as fuck and makes you want to kill yourself."

Gerard shrugged at his plate.

"The Black Parade is pretty hopeful."

"Still talks about death."

"The Killjoys died, too."

"But they died during an action of kindness and bravery."

"The Black Parade helps people in their journey to certain death. The Killjoys couldn't even save one damn girl."

"That doesn't make the album bad."

"Yeah you're right. The album itself is pretty bad."

"Come on, it's not THAT bad. It has some nice songs in it."

"Okay yeah, Summertime, Scarecrow and Sing... and maybe The Kids From Yesterday might be cute, but the rest of the album is nothing. It's air. It's just them trying to take a different direction and failing."

"I think it has a meaning."

"Not a very deep one."

"It actually is. Danger Days is about giving hope for fighting. Standing up on your own, you know? It's about struggle. The Killjoys fight for what they believe in, and encourage you to do the same. They want you to be strong. They give the album a happier spirit by singing hyperactive songs, and that's the point. Danger Days is not air. It does have depth and I think it's great."

"Well, I think that musically it's shit. The songs are simply catchy and loud."

"Most of My Chem songs are like that," Frank pointed out, shoving a pancake in his mouth as Na Na Na kept playing in the background.

"Yes, but they're catchy and loud in the good way. There's a difference between singing powerfully to give the lyrics energy, and simply shouting words. In Danger Days, the lead singer simply shouts words."

"He's not. It's just the way the song is. Besides, the lyrics are encouraging."

"If only I could actually HEAR the lyrics beyond all that random shouting."

"It's NOT random shouting!"

"He repeats the word 'na' 43 times at the beginning of the song, before he even starts singing!"

"Did you actually count that?"

"Maybe I did!"

"Well it doesn't matter. I think it's a good song."

"I don't."

"Yeah I got that."

Gerard looked up at Frank, who seemed a little upset by the man's comments over his music taste. He watched as the younger poked his pancake with his fork, as if trying to stab it to death.

Gerard carefully reached over the table and slowly took Frank's hand in his, and Frank silently let him.

"I'm sorry for insulting your choice of album."

"That's okay," Frank sighed. "I just think Danger Days is good and inspiring. Why do you hate it so much?"

"Well, it's just... comparing to their other albums, this one is really different, but not in the good way. It's like them taking a sharp turn and trying something that is unlike what they were used to, and it just didn't work out, and I think they knew it, too."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, their lead singer was being very sensual in there, did a lot of provocative things. I mean, he's done it before, but during Danger Days he just pushed it a lot further, to a point where the whole album goes around it, around him being a sex symbol. It kinda seemed like a distraction to how worthless the music itself actually was."

Frank nodded in agreement.

"I simply don't think it was a good idea, and I prefer their other albums," Gerard added.

"What's your favorite?"

The older man smiled up at him.

"Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge."

"Uh yeah that one is good," Frank returned the smile and Gerard laced his fingers with the younger man's. "So depressing though..."

"No it's not," Gerard shrugged again. "I think it's also inspiring, just in a darker way. It mentions death a lot more, but it's fearless and hopeful, it's pained and forgiving at the same time. I think it's a wonderful experience listening to it."

Frank nodded at smiled down at their hands while Gerard talked. The man had a good opinion, and Frank loved the way he spoke about music.

"So what do you think, Bob?" Frank asked and looked up at the bearded man near the counter.

"Well, Gerard and I have pretty much the same opinions about My Chem. My favorite is Parade though. It has a great meaning and depth, it's hopeful but also shows a big amount of dark humor, so you can enjoy it and also think about how much your life actually means to you. It doesn't represent death, it represents life, and the things you need to focus on. Makes you wonder, you know."

Frank nodded. Gerard didn't, he already knew what Bob thought.

"And what do you think about My Chemical Romance during Danger Days?"

Bob shrugged.

"Well, it's not like I was there when they released it, so I can't really tell what happened there. I don't know if they were desperate for attention, or thought it was a good album, or tried to be sex symbols. I agree with Gerard in this case though. The story behind the album is less philosophical or interesting. But some of the songs are fine."

Frank found this conversation fascinating. He's never met people who took music seriously the way he did.

By the end of their talk, Party Poison was already beginning to play. The Japanese woman's voice blared through the speaker, along with the steady drum beat, and the bearded man smirked.

"That's your favorite, Gerard."

Gerard smirked wider than him. "Crazy fricking awesome anime party!" he exclaimed in the girliest voice he could manage, and Frank started laughing loudly at how stupid Gerard sounded.

The two other men joined along. They let their laughter die slowly, and then just listened to the song as it played along. Gerard didn't like one bit of it, but if Frank wanted to listen to it, he will, happily.

They finished their pancakes and thanked Bob for the hundredth time, and then the bearded man helped them settle on the couch and set a movie for them.

Frank allowed them to cut the album off. He could listen to it another time.

"Hey, I gotta go to the store. Livvie's back in town and I can't let her handle the place on her own yet, so I'll see you later."

"Wait, you're coming back here?" Gerard asked, confused.

"Of course. You guys can't even stand on your own. I'm here for the two of you until you get better," Bob replied seriously, and Gerard nodded with a grateful smile as Frank curled up beside him and laid his head on his chest.

"Okay. Thank you," Gerard gave Bob one last smile, and the bearded man left, leaving them with The Avengers playing quietly on TV.

None of them really concentrated on the movie. The elder was too busy playing with Frank's hair, and the younger was too focused on his fingers curling in Gerard's shirt.

And when they looked up at each other, their lips were immediately attached. They were hungry for the other's lips, as if they haven't kissed in months.

It was almost desperate, how they slid their mouths together, grabbed each other wherever they could, worked like a machine against the other's body.

Gerard was careful not to touch the front of Frank's torso, and the smaller man tried not to shift too much so neither had to move.

After long minutes of kissing, Frank pushed Gerard down on the couch, making sure not to hurt him, and hovered above him. Gerard let him press their bodies together, not putting too much pressure on the younger's chest, and their tongues suddenly found one another.

The older man let out a soft moan when Frank's lips trailed down to his neck, licking and kissing.

As much as the smaller was caught up in the moment, though, he couldn't miss the dark red marks that the other man still held from last night's events.

He pulled away slightly and slowly ran his cold fingers over the hickeys, feeling Gerard shiver as he held onto the younger's shoulders.

Frank knew the man was still scared. Why wouldn't he be? He was raped yesterday, violated and exposed, he was impaled by a person he didn't want, forced to experience pain without any pleasure or consent.

But Frank would never do that to him, he knew. If he was to be inside Gerard someday, it would be full of love and care and passion, with zero intentions on hurting him.

And he could tell Gerard would do the same for him.

"Shh, you're safe now," he whispered against the shaking man's skin, and instantly felt him relax. It almost stunned him how much trust they had between them in only a few weeks of knowing each other.

Frank leaned in and skimmed his tongue over the marks on Gerard's neck, reassuring him, letting him know he was there, and he would kiss the pain away anytime. The whimper Gerard let out when he curled his tongue at the side of the older's neck, below his ear, let Frank know he believed in him the same way.

They pulled apart, looking in each other's eyes. Gerard slowly pulled his shirt over his head, the shirt Bob helped him put on last night.

The two men didn't break eye contact as they were left half naked for the other to see.

The younger slowly dragged his fingers up Gerard's stomach, feeling the other's breath hitch. He attached his lips to the elder's jaw, kissing and sucking with so much care, Gerard was left speechless.

So he simply laced his fingers in Frank's hair, letting the younger know just how much he wanted this.

Because he wasn't Jonathan. Even the worst trauma couldn't make him think that Frank was anything near the dreaded man's character. He liked Frank, more than liked him actually. He would let Frank do everything to him, because he knew the smaller man would never want to hurt him.

"You mean so much to me," he whispered into Frank's hair. The boy just kissed him in response, slowly and tenderly.

And if there was one thing Gerard knew at that moment, was that the last thing he'd want to do in his life, the thing he'd fight for days to get, is kissing Frank.

It was different than any other kiss he ever experienced in his life. It was an ocean of emotions and sensations, all curling together, crashing and breaking, but always staying complete in the other's light.

That's how he felt when he kissed Frank. He wondered if the other man felt the same, if he could feel what Gerard felt when they connected their mouths with a burning passion.

Gerard decided he probably did, by the gasp he made when the elder tugged on his lower lip with his teeth. Yes, Frank was feeling the same, and Gerard would do anything to keep it that way.

Simply because he cared for Frank Iero more than he ever cared for anyone in his life.

Notes

Thank you guys for reading!

Here's a bit of my honest opinion about Danger Days (represented by Gerard and Bob's side of the argument). I've grown to have a little more respect for the album since the time I originally wrote the chapter, but my general opinion hasn't changed much, and I'm still not very fond of most of the songs. But I respect the people who like it, and I'm sorry if anyone was offended.

Hope you're having a good day, and stay lovely.

Xoxo<3

[June 9th, 2017]

Comments

@RazorsChemicalsandPoison
Wow thank you so much!! This means a hell lot to me, and honestly it's not even one of my best stories, so hearing these comments helps me a lot! <3

MikeyLotan12 MikeyLotan12
10/25/17

ERMERGERD THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST INTRUIGING STORIES I HAVE EVER READ ON THIS SITE!

Oh man!!! Gee should let Frankie top him!! That would show that bastard ex of his!

domebedward domebedward
7/28/17

@domebedward
Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it. Your comment really made my day.

MikeyLotan12 MikeyLotan12
6/25/17

That was smoking hot make love! You wrapped up fucking and making love beautifully!! Well done

domebedward domebedward
6/25/17