If You Marry Me, Would You... (Frerard)
Chapter 35
"You're so beautiful," Jonathan whispered, tucking some of Gerard's jet black raven hair behind his pale ear.
The elder blushed down at his shoes, his hands squeezing Jonathan's softly as he smiled shyly.
"Thank you," he said quietly.
The younger man grinned widely at how cute the other was, and slowly lifted his chin so he could meet his shining hazel eyes again, the eyes that stared at him in awe even though they've only known each other for a few days.
"T-this was my first date, you know. I'm not sure if I did good or..." The twenty-one-year-old said quietly, his pink cheeks darkening even more, and Jonathan smiled as he stepped closer, Gerard's hands still in his, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Let me tell you right now," he whispered softly in his ear, feeling Gerard shiver against him. "I have dated so many people in the past. None of them was as cute, adorable, shy, blushy, clever, funny, beautiful and absolutely perfect as you are. I enjoyed every moment of our date and I hope to get to find everything there is to find out about you in the future. You're so special, Gerard."
Gerard gasped, both from Jonathan's words and the other man's heat as he stood so close to the older, at the corner of the open area of the restaurant they ate at.
"Y-you're special too," he whispered back, grinning into Jonathan's shoulder.
The balcony was completely empty except for them. It was pretty late, and December, so most people preferred to dine inside or go home and sit in their own heated houses.
But the two young men loved the cold. They loved to stand close to each other and warm up as the wind blew on their faces slightly.
And there, on that white wooden balcony, 11p.m., December night, the first notes of "My Immortal" by Evanescence beginning to play in the speakers on the wall, Gerard slowly looked up at Jonathan, their bodies pressed together and their noses just barely brushing, he gave a small shy smile which he didn't give to anyone ever before.
Jonathan smiled back widely, because as he said, Gerard WAS special, so different than any other person he dated in the past.
The older man looked like a princess, like a precious doll Jonathan needed to treasure and take care of.
He stared at the rosy shade that covered Gerard's cheeks, his thin glimmering pink lips, which he licked once in a while with his small tongue, his blown eyes that were so filled with adoration and colours. Anyone could get lost in them.
Jonathan rubbed his hands up and down Gerard's lower back, and pulled their chests together, and the other looked rapidly from his lips to his eyes, the two slowly leaning in, Gerard slightly anxious, although he'd kissed many people in the past.
No one has ever managed to get him this flustered and stuttery, no body has ever had this kind of effect on him.
But Jonathan did.
It was more than clear once their lips made contact, just simply pressing together.
Thousands of sparks flew up Gerard's body. It started from his toes to his legs and chest, and his head.
Everything felt on fire. The way Jonathan kissed him, their mouths sliding together so naturally, so passionately yet so gentle...
The sound of the song still playing in the background was blurrily heard by the two, and the moment got caught in their memory like a photograph.
Gerard moaned softly as he slid his hands from Jonathan's shoulders to his hair, and he tugged gently to beckon him closer and deepen the kiss.
The younger man took this as a sign to part his lips and ask for entrance to Gerard's mouth with his tongue.
The older allowed him immediately, and Jonathan started on his haunt for the other's tongue.
They fought for dominance, their kisses now becoming wet and dirty as they grasped each other and slid their mouths harshly.
Their tongues were rolling and smashing against each other, Gerard frowning into the kiss, and suddenly Jonathan was pushing him down on the nearest table so his back was bent awkwardly.
Gerard gasped, pulling away but still holding on tightly to the other man's hair.
Jonathan stared down at him. They both met each other's gaze, seeing how their pupils were blown and lust filled, and their hearts were pounding with sudden excitement.
Gerard's excitement was also pressing up into Jonathan's thigh, as his knee dug between the elder's legs to spread them.
"You say you never bottomed before," he said huskily, still staring into the hazel of Gerard's eyes. The older nodded. "I could show you so many amazing things."
"Please do," the other breathed, pulling him down for another hungry kiss, slipping his tongue into Jonathan's lips on an instant, just to have that amazing sensation again, of the younger dominating him.
He wanted to gasp, he wanted to moan, he wanted to scream. He wanted to do all those things with Jonathan.
The way he made him feel everytime they looked in each other's eyes. The way he talked to him like Gerard was his fragile doll, the way he stared at every move Gerard made with complete adoration.
Gerard wanted it all with him. He wanted Jonathan to feel him and taste him, ravish him in the most beautiful ways.
Even when they pulled away from the kiss, Gerard still bent over the table as they both panted quietly, while Jonathan was slowly grinding his hips down and making the older throw his head back with a pleasured moan, he knew their relationship was going to be something beyond special.
It was going to be interesting, and dangerous, and new, and surprising. Jonathan could never be predicted, you could never guess what his next move would be. He was simply undefeatable.
Gerard wanted every part of it, because he only just started with the man, and he was already rock hard, excited, afraid, anxious and mesmerized all at once.
That's when Gerard knew - he was meant to be with Jonathan Lano for the rest of his life.
xoxoxoxo
"Boys? Come here, we need to leave soon!"
The brothers scrambled around in the second floor, grabbing their jackets and helping each other slip them on, as they smoothed down each other's hair, straightened their dress-shirts up before running down the stairs to please their grandmother.
"Coming, Grandma," Gerard muttered as he reached the waiting woman at the bottom of the stairs and kissed her cheek quickly.
"Sorry, Grandma," Michael followed his brother's steps, kissing her other cheek before the two were tugging their shoes on and hurrying to get to the front door.
Elena smiled at them, shaking her head slowly at how childish these two have always been together.
Even when their parents died in that car accident, when they were young, and they moved in with her, they didn't lose from their character.
Whenever they stood next to each other, it was like they were back at the old times, when Donna and Don were still alive, and the two lived with them.
Now it was different. Now Gerard was turning twenty, Michael was seventeen, still in high school, and the two haven't changed one bit since Elena took custody of them.
She loved them so much.
"It's bad to be late, you know," she scolded at them, but her tone wasn't anywhere near angry. "It's not every day that you turn twenty."
She gave her older grandson a big loving smile, which he returned as the two nodded with a blush, staring down with slight shame that they were about to be late.
"Awe, don't be like this, you two," Elena said cheerfully, taking their hands in each of hers and pulling them out the front door. "We can still make it to the restaurant on time. Come on!"
The brothers laughed. Their grandma was the best. She always cheered them up when they were sad, lifted them up whenever they were feeling down.
It was like the support they always gave each other, only this was different. Elena was older, more responsible, and she was just so caring and protective. She practically saved their lives after their parents died.
Without her, they would've probably been dead on the street in a few months, maybe a year.
It's not like they couldn't cope at all, but back then they were so young, so shattered from the loss, confused, emotional. There was no way they would've been able to pick themselves up, or even find a job.
So Elena kept them safe, as the last piece of family they had left besides each other.
They were so grateful to her...
If only she would've stayed alive...
xoxoxoxo
"Hey Mikey, this is Jonathan, he's my new boyfriend."
"Hey, nice to meet you Jonathan."
"You too, Michael."
"So, how long have you been dating my brother?"
"Just a few weeks. He's amazing."
"Glad to hear that."
xoxoxoxo
"I don't think you're a good couple."
"What? Bob, why would you say this? Jonathan is perfect for me."
"He's bad."
"He's amazing! He's so kind, and caring, and supporting, and he treats me so well."
"He treats you like a sex doll, Gerard!"
"Well maybe I wanna be treated like a sex doll! MAYBE IT MAKES ME FEEL GOOD!"
xoxoxoxo
"Are you okay?"
"Y-yes."
"Gerard, why are you crying?"
"It's nothing Michael, really, I-I'm fine."
"Gerard..."
"I SAID I'M FINE!"
xoxoxoxo
"Jonathan!"
"Yeah baby, like this, cum for me, come on."
"Uh... uh... uh... uh... UH!"
xoxoxoxo
"NO! FUCKING NO!"
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THIS!"
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
xoxoxoxo
"GERARD!"
xoxoxoxo
"Mom... dad... I'm gay."
Linda and Franklin's eyes widened, as their fifteen-year-old son was standing in front of them, playing with his own fingers nervously, as the heavy silence hung around like in a graveyard.
"Frank..." his mother began cautiously, "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, how many meanings can this possibly have?" He shot back at her, a little annoyed that this is their reaction. "I'm gay. I like guys. I don't want to marry a girl."
His mother let out a small chuckle of disbelief and a bit of disgust.
"Frank... you... you can't be serious," she said, trying to stay calm with the anger that started building up inside her. "You need to marry a girl, son, this is the way of nature, and more than that, it's the way of God. You can't just throw it all away and..."
"I'm a fucking atheist, mom!" He spat at her, seeing how the two pairs of eyes widened again. He continued anyway. "I don't believe in God, I don't believe in his 'ways', and the fact I was born gay isn't my fucking fault! The least you two could do is accept and support me, you know, like REAL parents should be doing."
"Frank, don't use this language when you talk to your mother," his father interrupted, "Where are your manners?"
"Where are MY manners?" The young man snapped. He knew this couldn't go well with how religious his parents were, but he didn't think they would be this fucking hypocritical. "Where is YOUR support when I come out to you two? This whole thing is stressful enough for me, and now you're trying to tell me that what I'm saying to you is bullshit? What the hell?!"
"Frank, cut it out!" His father yelled, and suddenly he was standing up to face his son.
The boy suddenly seemed nervous.
"You can't be gay, okay? No one can be homosexual, because God had created us to love and marry women, so we can bring children and continue on surviving. God wants us to follow his path, and besides, how are you planning on finding a man who would want to marry you? You're disgusting and sick, and people like you burn in hell! Do you think it's worth it? Is it worth going against the bible just for a quick sin, just for enjoying your life with men so you can suffer later? Do you really find it appropriate to lust after someone of your own kind? You need to make love to a woman, you need to fall for a woman and want her! Because a man. Can't. Love. Another. Man!"
Frank had tears in his eyes at this point. He was so offended, and surprised, and scared by his father. He had to take it all in for a moment, before shaking his head slightly and glaring at his parents through blurry eyes.
"I'm leaving," he whispered. "You guys are the worst parents ever and I don't want to see you again in my life."
"Good luck!" His mother called as he ran up the stairs to grab his things. "Where are you going to go, anyway? Are you going to find a gay boyfriend, sin with him, give the both of you disease? Actually, you better do that, because then you'll both die and wouldn't bring shame to everything God created for us! You are sick, Frank Anthony Iero Junior! You'll never find love!"
Her last words were ringing through his ears as he slammed the front door behind him, tears streaming freely down his cheeks now.
He couldn't believe he just heard all that coming from his own parents.
Did they really hate him this much? Just because he liked his own sex? That didn't make any sense to him.
Did God really mean more to his parents than their son?
He will find love though, he told himself. He'll find love, a good guy, marry him, make love to him like he knew he could never do with a woman.
He knew a guy could pleasure him far more than a woman could. He would have to top for a woman. He didn't want that though. He wanted a man, with a dick, that could bring his body more joy than a female body ever will.
He'll find love. That, he was sure about.
He'll find the man of his dreams, the one that will love and respect him, and treat him right, and will fight for him no matter what.
And he wouldn't let go of this man, he knew. Once he found his perfect match.
He would stick onto the guy, put himself in danger for him, hell, he would probably die for him.
As long as that man would love Frank, and Frank would love him.
The question was, where could he find that perfect man?
xoxoxoxo
"Hey hottie, How's it going up there? Gonna do so many things to you once you gett off of that pole!"
"Hey, Hot Stuff! Wanna fuck in my place later!"
"I'll give you fifty bucks if you give me a private lap dance!"
"Wanna eat that twink ass of yours so bad!"
"Gonna fuck you so hard, you're probably so fucking tight sweetheart! Bet you're still a fucking virgin!"
xoxoxoxo
"Hey, I'm John."
"Hey, I'm Frank."
"Is this your first date?"
"No, I've been dating quite a lot, actually. Been trying to find the right match."
"I know the feeling. Let's talk then, see if it works."
"Sure."
xoxoxoxo
"What the fuck, John? You were cheating on me?!"
"Well maybe I wouldn't be cheating on you if you would've paid a little more attention, Frank Iero!"
"Fuck off! I don't need you and your lying ass!"
"I don't need your company anyway! I don't even need this relationship!"
"GOOD TO KNOW!"
xoxoxoxo
"Hey, I'm Zack."
"Hey, I'm Frank."
"Is this your first date?"
"No, I've been dating quite a lot, actually."
xoxoxoxo
"You don't want me anymore?"
"Sorry Frank. It's really not your fault. I'm just... not so into you as I used to be..."
xoxoxoxo
"Hey, I'm Cameron. You can call me Cam."
"Hey, I'm Frank."
"First date?"
"Nah, been dating a lot."
xoxoxoxo
"Hi, my name is Austin."
"Frank."
"Is this your first date?"
"Far from that, actually."
xoxoxoxo
"What the fuck?!"
"Shit! Frank, it's not what it looks like, I swear!"
xoxoxoxo
"You were using me as a COVER?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean for it to go this far."
"So... you never liked me?"
"No... I'm sorry, Frank. I really am. You have to understand."
"Oh, I'm beginning to."
xoxoxoxo
"Get out!"
"No, but Frank, I-"
"I SAID GET OUT!"
xoxoxoxo
"FUCK! WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE!"
"I'M NEVER GONNA FIND THE RIGHT GUY! THIS WAS SUCH A MISTAKE!"
"I SHOULD JUST KILL MYSELF!"
"FUCKING HELL!"
xoxoxoxo
"Michael! Get away from him RIGHT NOW!"
The elder blushed down at his shoes, his hands squeezing Jonathan's softly as he smiled shyly.
"Thank you," he said quietly.
The younger man grinned widely at how cute the other was, and slowly lifted his chin so he could meet his shining hazel eyes again, the eyes that stared at him in awe even though they've only known each other for a few days.
"T-this was my first date, you know. I'm not sure if I did good or..." The twenty-one-year-old said quietly, his pink cheeks darkening even more, and Jonathan smiled as he stepped closer, Gerard's hands still in his, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Let me tell you right now," he whispered softly in his ear, feeling Gerard shiver against him. "I have dated so many people in the past. None of them was as cute, adorable, shy, blushy, clever, funny, beautiful and absolutely perfect as you are. I enjoyed every moment of our date and I hope to get to find everything there is to find out about you in the future. You're so special, Gerard."
Gerard gasped, both from Jonathan's words and the other man's heat as he stood so close to the older, at the corner of the open area of the restaurant they ate at.
"Y-you're special too," he whispered back, grinning into Jonathan's shoulder.
The balcony was completely empty except for them. It was pretty late, and December, so most people preferred to dine inside or go home and sit in their own heated houses.
But the two young men loved the cold. They loved to stand close to each other and warm up as the wind blew on their faces slightly.
And there, on that white wooden balcony, 11p.m., December night, the first notes of "My Immortal" by Evanescence beginning to play in the speakers on the wall, Gerard slowly looked up at Jonathan, their bodies pressed together and their noses just barely brushing, he gave a small shy smile which he didn't give to anyone ever before.
Jonathan smiled back widely, because as he said, Gerard WAS special, so different than any other person he dated in the past.
The older man looked like a princess, like a precious doll Jonathan needed to treasure and take care of.
He stared at the rosy shade that covered Gerard's cheeks, his thin glimmering pink lips, which he licked once in a while with his small tongue, his blown eyes that were so filled with adoration and colours. Anyone could get lost in them.
Jonathan rubbed his hands up and down Gerard's lower back, and pulled their chests together, and the other looked rapidly from his lips to his eyes, the two slowly leaning in, Gerard slightly anxious, although he'd kissed many people in the past.
No one has ever managed to get him this flustered and stuttery, no body has ever had this kind of effect on him.
But Jonathan did.
It was more than clear once their lips made contact, just simply pressing together.
Thousands of sparks flew up Gerard's body. It started from his toes to his legs and chest, and his head.
Everything felt on fire. The way Jonathan kissed him, their mouths sliding together so naturally, so passionately yet so gentle...
The sound of the song still playing in the background was blurrily heard by the two, and the moment got caught in their memory like a photograph.
Gerard moaned softly as he slid his hands from Jonathan's shoulders to his hair, and he tugged gently to beckon him closer and deepen the kiss.
The younger man took this as a sign to part his lips and ask for entrance to Gerard's mouth with his tongue.
The older allowed him immediately, and Jonathan started on his haunt for the other's tongue.
They fought for dominance, their kisses now becoming wet and dirty as they grasped each other and slid their mouths harshly.
Their tongues were rolling and smashing against each other, Gerard frowning into the kiss, and suddenly Jonathan was pushing him down on the nearest table so his back was bent awkwardly.
Gerard gasped, pulling away but still holding on tightly to the other man's hair.
Jonathan stared down at him. They both met each other's gaze, seeing how their pupils were blown and lust filled, and their hearts were pounding with sudden excitement.
Gerard's excitement was also pressing up into Jonathan's thigh, as his knee dug between the elder's legs to spread them.
"You say you never bottomed before," he said huskily, still staring into the hazel of Gerard's eyes. The older nodded. "I could show you so many amazing things."
"Please do," the other breathed, pulling him down for another hungry kiss, slipping his tongue into Jonathan's lips on an instant, just to have that amazing sensation again, of the younger dominating him.
He wanted to gasp, he wanted to moan, he wanted to scream. He wanted to do all those things with Jonathan.
The way he made him feel everytime they looked in each other's eyes. The way he talked to him like Gerard was his fragile doll, the way he stared at every move Gerard made with complete adoration.
Gerard wanted it all with him. He wanted Jonathan to feel him and taste him, ravish him in the most beautiful ways.
Even when they pulled away from the kiss, Gerard still bent over the table as they both panted quietly, while Jonathan was slowly grinding his hips down and making the older throw his head back with a pleasured moan, he knew their relationship was going to be something beyond special.
It was going to be interesting, and dangerous, and new, and surprising. Jonathan could never be predicted, you could never guess what his next move would be. He was simply undefeatable.
Gerard wanted every part of it, because he only just started with the man, and he was already rock hard, excited, afraid, anxious and mesmerized all at once.
That's when Gerard knew - he was meant to be with Jonathan Lano for the rest of his life.
xoxoxoxo
"Boys? Come here, we need to leave soon!"
The brothers scrambled around in the second floor, grabbing their jackets and helping each other slip them on, as they smoothed down each other's hair, straightened their dress-shirts up before running down the stairs to please their grandmother.
"Coming, Grandma," Gerard muttered as he reached the waiting woman at the bottom of the stairs and kissed her cheek quickly.
"Sorry, Grandma," Michael followed his brother's steps, kissing her other cheek before the two were tugging their shoes on and hurrying to get to the front door.
Elena smiled at them, shaking her head slowly at how childish these two have always been together.
Even when their parents died in that car accident, when they were young, and they moved in with her, they didn't lose from their character.
Whenever they stood next to each other, it was like they were back at the old times, when Donna and Don were still alive, and the two lived with them.
Now it was different. Now Gerard was turning twenty, Michael was seventeen, still in high school, and the two haven't changed one bit since Elena took custody of them.
She loved them so much.
"It's bad to be late, you know," she scolded at them, but her tone wasn't anywhere near angry. "It's not every day that you turn twenty."
She gave her older grandson a big loving smile, which he returned as the two nodded with a blush, staring down with slight shame that they were about to be late.
"Awe, don't be like this, you two," Elena said cheerfully, taking their hands in each of hers and pulling them out the front door. "We can still make it to the restaurant on time. Come on!"
The brothers laughed. Their grandma was the best. She always cheered them up when they were sad, lifted them up whenever they were feeling down.
It was like the support they always gave each other, only this was different. Elena was older, more responsible, and she was just so caring and protective. She practically saved their lives after their parents died.
Without her, they would've probably been dead on the street in a few months, maybe a year.
It's not like they couldn't cope at all, but back then they were so young, so shattered from the loss, confused, emotional. There was no way they would've been able to pick themselves up, or even find a job.
So Elena kept them safe, as the last piece of family they had left besides each other.
They were so grateful to her...
If only she would've stayed alive...
xoxoxoxo
"Hey Mikey, this is Jonathan, he's my new boyfriend."
"Hey, nice to meet you Jonathan."
"You too, Michael."
"So, how long have you been dating my brother?"
"Just a few weeks. He's amazing."
"Glad to hear that."
xoxoxoxo
"I don't think you're a good couple."
"What? Bob, why would you say this? Jonathan is perfect for me."
"He's bad."
"He's amazing! He's so kind, and caring, and supporting, and he treats me so well."
"He treats you like a sex doll, Gerard!"
"Well maybe I wanna be treated like a sex doll! MAYBE IT MAKES ME FEEL GOOD!"
xoxoxoxo
"Are you okay?"
"Y-yes."
"Gerard, why are you crying?"
"It's nothing Michael, really, I-I'm fine."
"Gerard..."
"I SAID I'M FINE!"
xoxoxoxo
"Jonathan!"
"Yeah baby, like this, cum for me, come on."
"Uh... uh... uh... uh... UH!"
xoxoxoxo
"NO! FUCKING NO!"
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THIS!"
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
xoxoxoxo
"GERARD!"
xoxoxoxo
"Mom... dad... I'm gay."
Linda and Franklin's eyes widened, as their fifteen-year-old son was standing in front of them, playing with his own fingers nervously, as the heavy silence hung around like in a graveyard.
"Frank..." his mother began cautiously, "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, how many meanings can this possibly have?" He shot back at her, a little annoyed that this is their reaction. "I'm gay. I like guys. I don't want to marry a girl."
His mother let out a small chuckle of disbelief and a bit of disgust.
"Frank... you... you can't be serious," she said, trying to stay calm with the anger that started building up inside her. "You need to marry a girl, son, this is the way of nature, and more than that, it's the way of God. You can't just throw it all away and..."
"I'm a fucking atheist, mom!" He spat at her, seeing how the two pairs of eyes widened again. He continued anyway. "I don't believe in God, I don't believe in his 'ways', and the fact I was born gay isn't my fucking fault! The least you two could do is accept and support me, you know, like REAL parents should be doing."
"Frank, don't use this language when you talk to your mother," his father interrupted, "Where are your manners?"
"Where are MY manners?" The young man snapped. He knew this couldn't go well with how religious his parents were, but he didn't think they would be this fucking hypocritical. "Where is YOUR support when I come out to you two? This whole thing is stressful enough for me, and now you're trying to tell me that what I'm saying to you is bullshit? What the hell?!"
"Frank, cut it out!" His father yelled, and suddenly he was standing up to face his son.
The boy suddenly seemed nervous.
"You can't be gay, okay? No one can be homosexual, because God had created us to love and marry women, so we can bring children and continue on surviving. God wants us to follow his path, and besides, how are you planning on finding a man who would want to marry you? You're disgusting and sick, and people like you burn in hell! Do you think it's worth it? Is it worth going against the bible just for a quick sin, just for enjoying your life with men so you can suffer later? Do you really find it appropriate to lust after someone of your own kind? You need to make love to a woman, you need to fall for a woman and want her! Because a man. Can't. Love. Another. Man!"
Frank had tears in his eyes at this point. He was so offended, and surprised, and scared by his father. He had to take it all in for a moment, before shaking his head slightly and glaring at his parents through blurry eyes.
"I'm leaving," he whispered. "You guys are the worst parents ever and I don't want to see you again in my life."
"Good luck!" His mother called as he ran up the stairs to grab his things. "Where are you going to go, anyway? Are you going to find a gay boyfriend, sin with him, give the both of you disease? Actually, you better do that, because then you'll both die and wouldn't bring shame to everything God created for us! You are sick, Frank Anthony Iero Junior! You'll never find love!"
Her last words were ringing through his ears as he slammed the front door behind him, tears streaming freely down his cheeks now.
He couldn't believe he just heard all that coming from his own parents.
Did they really hate him this much? Just because he liked his own sex? That didn't make any sense to him.
Did God really mean more to his parents than their son?
He will find love though, he told himself. He'll find love, a good guy, marry him, make love to him like he knew he could never do with a woman.
He knew a guy could pleasure him far more than a woman could. He would have to top for a woman. He didn't want that though. He wanted a man, with a dick, that could bring his body more joy than a female body ever will.
He'll find love. That, he was sure about.
He'll find the man of his dreams, the one that will love and respect him, and treat him right, and will fight for him no matter what.
And he wouldn't let go of this man, he knew. Once he found his perfect match.
He would stick onto the guy, put himself in danger for him, hell, he would probably die for him.
As long as that man would love Frank, and Frank would love him.
The question was, where could he find that perfect man?
xoxoxoxo
"Hey hottie, How's it going up there? Gonna do so many things to you once you gett off of that pole!"
"Hey, Hot Stuff! Wanna fuck in my place later!"
"I'll give you fifty bucks if you give me a private lap dance!"
"Wanna eat that twink ass of yours so bad!"
"Gonna fuck you so hard, you're probably so fucking tight sweetheart! Bet you're still a fucking virgin!"
xoxoxoxo
"Hey, I'm John."
"Hey, I'm Frank."
"Is this your first date?"
"No, I've been dating quite a lot, actually. Been trying to find the right match."
"I know the feeling. Let's talk then, see if it works."
"Sure."
xoxoxoxo
"What the fuck, John? You were cheating on me?!"
"Well maybe I wouldn't be cheating on you if you would've paid a little more attention, Frank Iero!"
"Fuck off! I don't need you and your lying ass!"
"I don't need your company anyway! I don't even need this relationship!"
"GOOD TO KNOW!"
xoxoxoxo
"Hey, I'm Zack."
"Hey, I'm Frank."
"Is this your first date?"
"No, I've been dating quite a lot, actually."
xoxoxoxo
"You don't want me anymore?"
"Sorry Frank. It's really not your fault. I'm just... not so into you as I used to be..."
xoxoxoxo
"Hey, I'm Cameron. You can call me Cam."
"Hey, I'm Frank."
"First date?"
"Nah, been dating a lot."
xoxoxoxo
"Hi, my name is Austin."
"Frank."
"Is this your first date?"
"Far from that, actually."
xoxoxoxo
"What the fuck?!"
"Shit! Frank, it's not what it looks like, I swear!"
xoxoxoxo
"You were using me as a COVER?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean for it to go this far."
"So... you never liked me?"
"No... I'm sorry, Frank. I really am. You have to understand."
"Oh, I'm beginning to."
xoxoxoxo
"Get out!"
"No, but Frank, I-"
"I SAID GET OUT!"
xoxoxoxo
"FUCK! WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE!"
"I'M NEVER GONNA FIND THE RIGHT GUY! THIS WAS SUCH A MISTAKE!"
"I SHOULD JUST KILL MYSELF!"
"FUCKING HELL!"
xoxoxoxo
"Michael! Get away from him RIGHT NOW!"
Notes
Slightly strange chapter, I know, but its meaning is deep, if you did manage to understand where I was going with that.
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10/25/17