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Chris was already sipping his coffee when I got to the little café, the one only a few blocks from my apartment. I pulled out a chair and sat down, smiling at him nervously. He smiled back, tucking his hair behind his ears.
“Hey. You okay, Gerard?”
I nodded, glancing around. “Yeah, how are you doing?”
“I feel like an old man,” he chuckled, leaning back in his wheelchair. “But I'm used to it. You said you wanted to talk about Frank..?”
I sighed, rubbing the side of my face. “Did he tell you we kind of went on a date?”
Chris nodded slowly. “He told me it didn't go very well. He told me he fucked the whole thing up by kissing you at the end.”
I swallowed hard, starting to feel like I was choking. Frank wasn't easy to fool.
“Y-yeah, that was kind of my fault,” I mumbled, hanging my head. “Look, there's some stuff I wanted to talk to you about..”
Chris smiled at me, leaning forward and rubbing my shoulder gently. “Gerard, I understand if you want to talk confidentially, okay? I won't tell Frank any of this conversation if you don't want me to.”
I let out a breath, smiling slightly in relief as I looked up into Chris's sharp golden eyes.
“Thanks..”
I paused for a few seconds, taking a couple deep breaths. “I was um. I was married twice, and divorced twice. I married my first husband when I was nineteen. I thought I loved him and I thought he loved me, but he just liked...he liked that I was different. He liked bragging about me to his friends. That he'd fucked the freak..”
I had to stop for a second, looking away sharply. Chris moved his chair closer to mine, rubbing the spot in between my shoulderblades. I swallowed and went on, sniffling occasionally.
“I married him after a few months of us dating. He proposed to me for a fucking joke...and I fell for it..he went through the whole thing, he married me and kissed me and told me he loved me for a whole year. And then he told me we were getting a divorce. I guess the joke stopped being funny.”
Chris sighed, gently stroking my hair. “Oh Gee, I'm sorry..”
I sniffed, still staring at the table. “Um. There was this guy who was kind of in his friend group and he like...he comforted me. Cause my first husband...he told me we were getting divorced and he thought I was a freak and all this stuff at a party, to humiliate me. And this guy came and comforted me and took me to his place and gave me way too much alcohol. I ended up marrying him because I was drunk half the time and lonely and hated myself. And as soon as we got married, he started beating me. He wouldn't let me touch alcohol because he knew it was my coping mechanism. He degraded me and told me I was disgusting and he forced me to...to get surgery. I think...I think he was trying to get me to kill myself. Cause I started self harming after my first divorce...he got some kind of pleasure out of seeing me cut myself and he wanted me to do it, to ‘end it all.’ He told me to every day. And when he realized I wasn't gonna...he divorced me. Told me I was a useless piece of shit and threw me out. I almost did it too. But Mikey, somehow he heard about it and came and picked me up off the sidewalk. See, my second husband wouldn't let me talk to him, and I thought he hated me.” I smiled sadly, picking at my sleeve. “Mikey's the reason I'm still alive.”
Chris wrapped an arm around my shoulders, kissing the side of my head. “Gerard, you need to tell Frank, please. If he knew, God, if he knew, he'd go and find that guy and kill him, for a start..”
I chuckled through the tears now free to run down my cheeks.
“It's just...trusting him now,” I said quietly, looking at Chris worriedly. “I'm scared to trust him, and when he kissed me, I was scared that if I pushed him away, he'd hit me..”
Chris sighed and cupped my cheeks in his hands. “Look at me, Gerard. Hon, Frank would never ever hit you. He loves you. He was so excited about finding you again, he was like a little puppy.”
I sniffed and gently pulled away. “I know he wouldn't hurt me, but it's hard...it's hard to remember that sometimes..”
Chris nodded sadly, brushing my hair out of my face. “I know. But Frank understands that, Gerard. Remember he's been through similar stuff. He had to learn to trust me as a parental figure after every other parental figure he'd had had abused him. Explain to him..”
I shook my head slightly, looking away. “I don't want to yet, Chris. Not yet.”
Chris nodded and squeezed my shoulder gently. “Do you want me to tell him anything?”
I shrugged, glancing at the older man. He'd never given me bad advice.
“Do you think you should?”
He leaned back slightly, thinking. “I don't think I should tell him everything. That's down to you, Gerard. But I think maybe me saying that you've been abused badly and hurt could help. He'd know why you were stiff, then, and he'd know to comfort you and be gentle with you.”
I smiled slightly. “Do that, then. I trust you, Chris.”
He blinked. “How can you trust me and not him?”
“Because you're in a wheelchair,” I giggled, then shook my head. “Because it's not the same. I'm more vulnerable with Frank than with you.”
Chris nodded, smiling at me sadly. “Makes sense.”
I sniffed, wiping my cheeks. “Thank you, Chris. For being here and stuff..”
He rubbed my back again lightly. “It's alright, Gerard. I told you ages ago that I'd always be here to talk and I meant it. Um...do you still drink?”
I blinked and sighed, looking down. “I’m trying to give up. I've been to AA and all that, but I still drink when I'm really stressed. I'm still going to AA and Mikey's helping me. I've been okay lately, for the most part.”
He smiled at me softly. “Good. Did talking about things today help a little?”
I shrugged, leaning back in my chair and taking a deep breath. “I guess. It brought up bad memories, but it also felt good getting it off my chest, in a way.”
Chris ran his fingers through his hair slowly. “Y’know Frank graduated, right? Thanks to you. If he hadn't have gotten his grade up in algebra, he would have had to do another year.”
I blushed slightly and shook my head. “He didn't tell me.”
“He was so proud of himself,” Chris chuckled, but his eyes were sad. “He told me about it for ages. And he put his cap next to my bed.”
I frowned slightly. “You missed it?”
“Yeah, I did. I could hear him, sometimes. Not every day, not all the time, but I did know he was there. He said to me ‘Dad, I can't believe I've done it. When you wake up you're gonna be so proud of me.’ And I just wanted so badly to say I was proud of him then.”
I leaned my head on Chris's shoulder lightly. “How long were you out?”
“Eleven months.”
“Holy fuck.”
“Yep.”
I sat up slightly, watching him. “That must’ve been torture.”
He sighed and nodded slightly. “Yes...it was. But that's all behind me now. I'm hoping to get a job soon..”
An alarm went off on my watch and I rolled my eyes as Chris grinned at me.
“I'm really sorry, Chris, I have to go. I promised I'd meet Mikey before I went to work. We should talk again soon..”
He nodded, rubbing my arm gently. “Don't worry about Frank, okay? Just let it happen.”
I smiled and kissed his forehead as I got up. “See you soon, old man.”

I shifted uncomfortably as I heard the phone ringing on the other end of the line. By the third ring, I was practically squirming. Frank finally picked up, laughing softly.
“Sorry, Gerard, I was in a meeting. What's up?”
I took a deep breath. “Do you remember Pete and Mikey?”
He hummed softly. “Yeah, of course. Why?”
“Well um..” I giggled quietly. “They got married a couple years ago. And um, they heard about my like...date with you and they wanted to go out, all four of us.”
“Oh. Really?”
Frank sounded apprehensive and I swallowed hard.
“Um, you don't have to, Frank, I-”
“No, Gee. It sounds like fun,” he interrupted gently. “But Chris...he told me that you haven't had...that you've been hurt, and I was hoping that we could have some time to talk about it..”
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “Frank, I don't really want to talk about it yet.”
He took a sharp breath in and I flinched, ready for him to start shouting.
“Okay, Gerard. Maybe another time…”
My shoulders dropped and I felt guilty again.
“How much did he say?”
“He said you'd been badly abused and forced to do a lot of stuff you didn't want to. That's all he told me, honey.”
I took a deep breath. “It was uh...both husbands,” I said quietly. “That's why I've been divorced twice. And why I have trouble trusting you...a-and saying no to you.”
Frank was silent for a while. “Okay. Okay, honey. Um. I'm sorry, I'm just so angry..” He trailed off and sighed. “Not at you, that's not what I meant. Um. I know it's kinda late, but could I come over for a while? I don't like the thought of you being upset on your own..”
I opened the door, checking that my sleeves were pulled down to my hands. “Hi, Frank..”
He smiled and pulled me into a brief hug. “Hey, Gee. Can I call you that?”
He leaned back, watching my face worriedly. I nodded quickly.
“Yeah, sure. Not like...all the time.”
He smiled and brushed his fingers over my cheek. “Would you like a kiss hello?”
I felt my throat close up slightly and took a slow breath. “Where?”
“Cheek, of course,” Frank smiled, dropping his hand to his side. “You can say no.”
I managed a small smile in return and nodded slightly. Frank grinned and leaned in, pressing his lips to my cheek ever so softly before pulling away quickly.
I blushed as I stepped aside to let him in. “Sorry my apartment’s tiny,” I said quietly, and he shrugged.
“I don't mind.” Before he stepped past me, he handed me a pint of ice cream, winking at me. “Here.”
I giggled nervously and followed him inside, getting two spoons from the drawer. Frank crouched down quickly and took his shoes off, then sat down on the couch next to me, flashing me a smile. He had definitely gotten more...handsome. Maybe it was just the way his face had developed, but he looked a bit less ragged and a bit more groomed. Maybe it was the money.
His black hair was as floppy as ever, but shinier. His eyes were a little brighter, and warmer, and his jaw more defined.
I suddenly realised I was staring and blushed, quickly taking the top off the ice cream. Frank hummed softly, lifting my chin with one finger.
“I really want to kiss you again, Gerard.”
I bit my lip and started to panic just a little. “Uh..I..”
“I won't if you don't want me to,” Frank soothed gently, smiling that goddamn smile at me. That smile with just a hint of smirk. He wanted me, I could see it in his eyes. And God, did I want him.
I nodded just slightly and he leaned over, kissing me softly, his touch loving as he cradled my cheek in his hand. His spare hand ran up into my hair slowly. “I love you,” he murmured against my lips, then pushed the ice cream aside and very slowly pushed me down on the sofa, climbing over me and rolling his hips into mine. I gasped, arching my back and forgetting all about the fear. Frank growled softly and kissed me sloppily, his fingers tangled in my hair, before running his tongue up from my collarbone to the back of my jaw, just below my ear. He nipped my skin lightly and I moaned ever so softly, purring as he unbuttoned my shirt quickly, pulling it away from my chest and running his hands all over my pale skin as he kissed me again, deep and slow this time. I bucked my hips against his and he blinked.
“Gerard..?”
My eyes widened and I bit my lip. “Fuck...Frankie, I've um. I've had surgery, bottom surgery..”
He frowned deeply, stroking my cheeks as he looked down at me. “Why, baby?”
I gulped, looking away quickly. “My s-second husband made me..”
Fury suddenly twisted Frank's face and I whimpered, turning my head away quickly and screwing my eyes shut.
“Hey, no..” Frank said quickly, his voice shaky but kind. “Shh, Gee. I'm not angry with you, why would I be?”
He sat back, lifting me up and into his lap. I melted against his chest, burying my face in his neck as I shivered. “F-Frankie..”
“I know, baby, I'm here,” he soothed, running his fingers through my hair slowly. “Shh. I could never be angry with you, beautiful. Never. And even if I was able to get angry, I would never ever hit you. I promise.”
I sniffed, hugging him tightly and nuzzling his jaw. “I'm s-sorry..”
“Oh honey, you don't need to apologize, I promise. You did nothing wrong. Nothing.”
I dug my nails into his back, trying to hold back tears, but he slowly laid back on the sofa, guiding me to slide down between him and the back of the couch. “Shh, Gee. It's alright..”
I pressed myself as close to him as I could get and closed my eyes tightly.

I woke up as hot water wrapped around my legs and hips. Frank hummed to me softly as I opened my eyes, starting to panic. “Shh, you passed out on the sofa, honey. It's alright.”
I sank back, watching the bubbles crawl up my chest, then sat up again quickly.
“Yes, I undressed you,” Frank said softly. “I'm sorry, but I didn't take your boxers off until you were already covered by the water.”
I relaxed slightly, but saw him looking at my arms. I quickly hid them in the water and he sighed. “You did those yourself, didn't you?”
I nodded slightly, looking down at my forearms.
“Some of them are recent.”
I nodded again and Frank leaned over, stroking my hair gently. I flinched, but he just sighed. “Shh, honey. I'm not angry or upset with you. Just worried about you.”
I looked away sharply and he sighed, turning the tap off and kneeling down next to the bath. “If you don't wanna talk, that's okay. I'm just gonna sit here for a while.”
“Frank?”
“Mhm?”
I met his gaze briefly, his eyes sad.
“Do you still find me attractive?”
He tilted his head. “Yes. Why wouldn't I? Because of your scars? Your genitals?”
I shrugged and glared at the water.
“Gee, honey, I have scars. Plenty of them. You've seen them. And I'm gay, Gerard, at the end of the day. I'm not gonna be bothered by a dick.”
He laughed softly and I managed a smile, looking up at him. “Really?”
“Of course. Besides, I found you sexy because of who you were more than anything. I mean, you have an amazing body and you're drop dead gorgeous, but those were just bonuses, really.”
I sank down into the water, resting my head on the edge of the bath.
“Gee?”
I glanced up at him and he sighed, stroking my hair slowly. “You don't have to answer, but uh...how did the surgery go?”
I took a deep breath, not looking at him. “They managed to do a transplant and they basically brought my undescended testis down, so yeah. It all works like normal. It's a miracle,” I mumbled, making sure to slather the last part with sarcasm.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked,” Frank muttered, kissing the top of my head.
I shrugged. “I've gotten over it for the most part. It's not like I can change anything.”
Frank hummed softly, shifting closer and playing with my hair gently. “You'll always be my unique, beautiful, handsome, stunning, intersex Gerard. No matter what.”

I walked into my bedroom, a towel wrapped around my waist. Frank was curled up on my bed, flicking through one of my albums. “These are really good,” he said without looking up. I shrugged and grabbed a pair of panties from my drawer, slipping them on. “I guess.”
He glanced up and his eyes widened. “Holy..”
I blushed and watched as he slowly put the album away.
“Jesus. I didn't think you could get any hotter without melting, but I stand corrected.”
I blushed and he stood up, walking over to me. I took a step back without thinking and he stopped quickly, the hunger in his eyes replaced with gentle concern. “Sorry, Gee. You wanna come cuddle?”
I shook my head, taking a deep breath. “Fuck me.”
Frank was the one to take a step back this time. “Gee, honey, not if-”
“I want to. I was thinking in the bath...if I can trust you to carry me to the bath without trying to take advantage of me...I can trust you to have sex with me. Just...I have to set some boundaries..”
Frank nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the mattress next to him. I walked over and sat down, taking a deep breath. “No hands anywhere near my throat. You have to use a condom. If your cock comes near my mouth, I will put hot sauce in your underwear. I don't mind you being rough, but no scratching. And missionary only, for now..”
Frank smiled softly and kissed my cheek. “I can manage those rules.” I leaned around him and pulled a bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer, handing them to him. “Here.”
I swung myself into his lap, feeling his semi against my junk. I giggled softly and Frank ran his hands up my bare sides.
“Just the thought of having you again is making me hard,” he murmured, kissing my neck softly as I rolled my hips once, then lifted his t shirt off. “Fucking hell..”
The sight of his tattoos was enough to make my cock twitch as I raked my eyes down Frank's chest. “I fucking love tattoos..”
Frank grinned, running his hand down between us and starting to palm at my growing bulge slowly. “Fuck yes, Gerard. I love the new you..”
I giggled shyly, surprised that I didn't care. In this moment, with Frank Iero’s hand on my junk, I didn't care what was down there. I just cared that he liked it and he wanted it.
He suddenly threw me down on the bed and I squealed loudly, my eyes wide. “Shh, honey..” Frank leaned over me, kissing me softly. “Sorry, a little too rough..”
I nodded breathlessly and he smiled, unbuckling his belt. I turned my head away sharply, trying to calm my breathing as he kicked his jeans and boxers away. “Ah...I'm so fucking lucky.”
I glanced at him, grinning when I saw his hand wrapped tightly around his cock. “Mm. Come here and fuck me if you're so excited.”
Frank smirked and climbed onto the bed, crawling up my body slowly, his shoulders moving like a cat’s while stalking prey. “You gonna beg?”
His hips rolled down suddenly and I gasped as he rubbed against me. “Oh shit! No, I'm not gonna fucking beg!”
Frank laughed and kissed me softly before sliding back down my body. I saw him crouch down, crying out as he lifted my hips and ripped my panties away before plunging in, fucking me with his tongue. I shuddered, my cock leaking as he reached a finger into me, rubbing my spot lightly.
“Frank, fuck me now!” I demanded, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling lightly. He grinned, kissing my entrance softly before grabbing the lube and condom. I heard the packet tear and he was leaning over me again, kissing me softly. I could taste myself on his lips and it was driving me wild as I grabbed at him.
“Shh honey. Patience,” Frank smirked, then gripped my hips and slammed into me. I screamed, arching my back off the bed as he started to pound me, holding my hips tightly and grunting quietly with each hard and heavy thrust. “Fuck!” I squealed as he hit my prostate. He chuckled and put a hand on my stomach, easily thrusting up into my spot again and again. I started to grab at his wrist, trying to warn him, but not having enough breath as I jerked, my cum decorating my stomach and hips. Frank grinned and pulled out, jerking himself off quickly and cumming all over my hips, my cum mixing with his.
“Shit, baby..” He purred, smiling down at me as I panted. Lust filled, confident, dirty Frank had been replaced with his usual gentle self as he wiped me clean gently, then laid down next to me, pulling me into his arms. The last thought I had before falling asleep was simply: why wasn't I scared?

Notes

I hope you guys enjoy this one - there will be a lot more smut in this part.
Also, I know the outcome of Gerard's surgery may be unrealistic but as far as I know, no-one's tried it so yeah. Who knows?
Sorry for any formatting errors too, I'm in a bit of a hurry