Fantastic Bastards in Monroeville (Frerard)

After riding with Chris for about an hour, Frank told him to stop and drop us off once we arrived into the heart of New York City. Chris pulled over and let us out.
“Sorry I’m broke. I would lend you a few bucks,” Frank said, talking to Chris through the rolled down window of Chris’s pickup.
“It’s all good. Just happy to help out,” Chris replied. “Stay safe, you guys. Downtown New York can be unpredictable,”
“We will. Thanks,” Frank said before Chris drove away. Frank waved bye to him, then turned to me. “I’m hungry. We’re gonna have to look through the trash to see what we can get our hands on,”
“Oh...okay,” I said, nearly puking at the thought of having to dig through garbage to find food. I’ll pass. Frank found a trash can and started to dig through it, pulling out a half-eaten hot dog and taking a bite. I cringed.
“You want anything? I’ll go digging for you,” Frank said, speaking with a mouthful of hot dog in his mouth. I shook my head.
“No, thanks,” I said.
“You sure?” Frank asked.
“I’m positive,”
“Okay,”
Together, me and Frank walked down the sidewalk, the spring breeze hitting our faces. I still can barely believe that we’re not in Monroeville anymore. No more therapy sessions. No more Nick and Max and everyone else at Monroeville. No more questionable meals. And, thankfully, no more being thrown into padded rooms. It still felt like a surreal dream that I can’t wake up from. At any moment, I could wake up and be back in my bed at Monroeville. Frank and I are now together though, and we can’t be separated. It’s just the two of us, like two peas in a pod. Nobody can separate us.

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As we continued to walk down the street, we watched as the sun set until the sky was dark and starry. We retired to sleeping in an alley. We found some newspapers to use as blankets and cardboard boxes as shelter. No matter how shoddy the conditions were for us, I was willing to stay with Frank. Like I said before, nothing could separate us. After setting up our boxed fort, I laid down next to Frank, gazing up at the night sky.
“Isn’t this great, Gee? We’re finally free!” Frank said, genuine glee in his voice. I nodded, smiling a bit.
“Yes. You and me, baby,” I replied. To my surprise, I suddenly felt an arm wrap around me behind my neck and over my shoulder. I snuggled up next to Frank, my body fighting for warmth against the spring cold. I then closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep.
“Gee...I don’t think I can sleep,” Frank said suddenly, sitting up.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Something’s on my mind,”
“What’s that?”
Frank didn’t reply. He just stared off into the distance, his face void of any emotion. He looked deep in thought.
“There’s something I wanna do,” he finally said.
“What?”
Silence again.
“You know what? Forget it,” Frank said, lying back down. I must say, I am really damn curious. I need to know what’s on Frank’s mind.
“No, what is it?” I asked.
“Just forget it, Gee,” Frank sighed.
“No, I wanna know what it is,”
“Why?”
“Because...because I just do,” I said. “Come on, Frankie. Tell me what’s on your mind,”
“I’m scared that you’ll judge me or look at my weird though,” Frank replied.
“I won’t. I swear,” I pleaded.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m positive,”
“Okay then…,” Frank said, licking his lips. “You sure you’re ready to hear what I have to say?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed. Frank didn’t reply right away. There was a long gap of silence in between the two of us. It was killing me. I needed to know, damn it!
“Gerard, have you ever had sex with someone?” Frank asked. That was when I felt my stomach drop. I totally didn’t expect Frank to ask me that. I can easily say that I didn’t expect what Frank said. I have had sex before when I was with Lindsey, but that’s it. I’ve never had sex with a man.
“Uh, yeah. My ex girlfriend,” I said shakily.
“Have you ever had it with a man?”
“No,”
“Oh. I see. I’ve never had sex with anyone,” Frank said, looking down at the ground. He then looked back up at me after staying quiet for a while. “Will you have sex with me, Gerard?”
My jaw dropped to the ground. Frank wants to have sex with me? I can barely believe it. I haven’t had any thoughts of doing something so intimate with Frank. Has Frank been having thoughts of having sex with me? He must’ve, knowing he just asked me to have sex with him. I didn’t know what to think. I don’t wanna say no and hurt his feelings, but I don’t know if I can say yes. What if I end up hurting Frank? What if I end up not being good enough for him? So many questions flooded my head so much that it became overwhelming. I must say though...I wouldn’t mind having sex with him. I just hope if I’ll be good enough for him…
“You want me to have sex with you?” I asked.
“Yes, Gee. I’ve always wanted to experience it,” Frank said. “Specifically, I want you to blow me. I also wanna get fucked,”
“Oh...okay, but…,” I replied shakily. “I’m just worried that I won’t be good enough for you,”
“Of course you’ll be good enough for me. You just said you’ve had experience with your ex girlfriend. You’re just being silly,” Frank laughed.
“That’s different. I’ve never had sex with a man,”
“That can change...that is, if you wanna do it with me,”
Do I really wanna have sex with Frank? I do have intimate feelings towards him, but sex? I don’t know if we’re ready to take our relationship that far. It all seems like too much. I don’t wanna disappoint Frank though. He sounds like he really wants to experience it for the first time. But am I ready for that?
You know what? Fuck it. Yes I am.
“Alright,” I said. “I’ll do it with you,”
“Cool,” Frank said, pulling down his pants. As he did, I suddenly grabbed him and pulled him in for a kiss. I think I caught Frank off guard, seeing him jump a little bit as our lips collided. Frank moaned, his voice muffled under my lips that kissed his over and over again. I reached down into Frank’s underwear and felt his bulge over the fabric. I gave it a good squeeze, making Frank moan louder. I then fished my hand under Frank’s underpants and wrapped my hand around his hardening cock, pulling it out. I began to stroke it as we continued to kiss. I started out slow, rubbing my thumb against the tip of Frank’s dick. I gradually went faster, then parted myself from Frank’s lips and went down to his wang, opening my mouth and wrapping my lips around it, sucking nice and slow. That made Frank moan even louder, his hand grabbing my hair and pulling it as I sucked his dick. I tasted the pre-cum that came outta Frank’s dick and made sure to keep my mouth wide open so my teeth won’t scratch Frank too much. I sucked deeper, trying to shove as much of Frank’s dick I could into my mouth. Fuck, he’s so hard…
“Oh, fuck!” Frank yelled, grabbing my hair harder and shoving my head further into his crotch. “Keep going, baby!”
I didn’t respond. There’s no way I can talk with a dick in my mouth. I kept sucking, lodging Frank’s dick deep down my throat, trying not to gag.
“Oh my god, Gerard...I’m gonna cum!” Frank moaned. I stroked and sucked faster, waiting for Frank to let it all out. He sighed deeply as he ejaculated, the salty cum landing on my tongue. I swallowed the jizz as I separated myself from Frank, looking back up at him.
“Oh fuck, Gee...that was amazing. I’ve never been sucked before,” Frank said, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
“Well, you have now,” I laughed. I studied the look on Frank’s face. He didn’t look content. Something was on his mind. “Frank, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Why?” Frank asked.
“It doesn’t look like nothing’s wrong. Come on, tell me what you’re thinking about,” I said.
“Well...it’s kinda complicated to say…,”
“Just say it,”
“You promise you won’t be mad at me if I say this?” Frank said, looking at me quizzically.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” I smiled.
“Okay, well…,” Frank started. “I...I wanna know what it’s like to get fucked in the ass,”
I should have been prepared for Frank to say that. He wants me to literally fuck him. I am speechless. What did I expect Frank to say though? I’ve never fucked someone in the ass. I’ve only had sex with one girl, and even there it’s a different way to fuck. What will it feel like fucking Frank? WillI be good enough for him? What if I’m not? I stood there like an idiot, unsure of what to say to Frank.
“Frank...I…,” I stuttered. Fuck, I can’t talk.
“It’s okay if you don’t wanna do it. I understand,” Frank said.
“No, it’s not that I don’t wanna do it...it’s just that I’m afraid I won’t be good enough for you,”
“Gerard, you’re being silly. You’re always good enough for me,”
“I’ve never fucked anyone in the ass before. I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull it off,” I sighed. “I’ve only had sex a handful of times, and that was with a girl,”
“Well, she’s lucky,” Frank smirked. “I don’t have any experience getting fucked in the ass. I’m sure you’re not that bad,”
“Are you sure? Are you really, really sure you want me to do this to you?”
“I’m positive. I want it. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to know what it’s like. I wanna experience it with you,” Frank smiled, kissing me on the cheek. “I wanna do it with you, baby,”
“Oh...okay, then,” I said reluctantly. Frank immediately stripped down bare-assed, and I followed suit. I prompted Frank to get on his hands and knees, and as he did so, we kissed each other, moaning under our breaths. Frank’s face trailed down mine and his lips landed on my neck, biting it harshly as he kissed it too. When he parted from my neck, we looked deep into each other’s eyes, smiling.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked. Frank nodded.
“Yes, baby. I am,”
“Okay,”
Frank turned around so his back was facing me, and knelt down into position. I licked my finger and put it in Frank’s entrance, making him moan. After a little while, I put two in, making Frank moan even louder. I then thrusted my groin against Frank’s bottom as I took my fingers out. I began to insert myself inside Frank, and thrusted back and forth slowly.
“Oh, fuck!” Frank yelled. “Oh my god, yes! Pull my hair, Gee!”
I nodded, grabbing a handful of Frank’s long dark hair and and bunched it up in my fist. I thrusted my cock deeper into Frank, making him moan even louder. I went in deeper and deeper until I hit Frank’s prostate, hitting it again and again and making him moan and cry louder.
“Oh...oh...oh, my god! Oh, fuck me!” Frank hollered. “Keep going!”
I did just that, continuing to hit Frank’s prostate. I felt the sweat run down my back, my body warm against Frank’s. I suddenly felt myself on a climax. I knew at that moment what was gonna happen--I was gonna come.
“Frank, I’m gonna--ohh,” I sighed as I ejaculated inside Frank. I then let myself out, panting heavily. I looked over at Frank, who looked equally as exhausted as I did.
“Fuck, Gee,” Frank huffed. “That was...incredible,”
“It sure was. How did I do?” I asked.
“You did fantastic,”
“I did? You think so?”
“Yes, Gee,” Frank smiled, putting his clothes back on. I did the same, slipping on my underwear, then my jeans and t-shirt.
“Fuck, that wore me out,” Frank yawned. He laid down on our bed of newspapers, grabbing some to cover himself up with. I cuddled up next to him, wrapping my arms around him.
“You’re warm,” I said, kissing Frank on the cheek.
“So are you, Gee,” Frank smiled, returning the favor and kissing me on my cheek. “Tomorrow, we will head out and find daddy. He told me where he’ll be at,”
“Oh? Where’s that?” I asked, feeling my heart sink. Here we go again with Frank’s delusions. I just realized that since we escaped, Frank is without his medication, which can only mean one thing--his delusions and hallucinations will grow worse. How could I have been stupid to let all this happen? Escaping was a mistake, but if we didn’t do that, Frank would have been transferred to somewhere else, and I’d never get to see him again. I love him too much to let him go like that, but I don’t know if I can handle Frank in the midst of a psychotic episode.
“At the West Hudson park. Daddy used to take me there when I was little. It’s right near where I grew up, and I know how to get there from here. We’re not too far,” Frank said. “We’ll leave tomorrow morning. I’ll wake you up,”
“Okay,” I said, snuggling up with Frank under the newspapers. As I was ready to shut my eyes and call it a night, Frank’s head suddenly shot up. He gasped in horror.
“Oh my god!” he screamed. “What the fuck?!”
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Look! Spiders!” Frank screamed. “Get them away from me!”
I looked at Frank, completely perplexed. It was then when I noticed what was taking place--Frank was hallucinating. I held on to Frank, rocking him back and forth as he panicked.
“No, Frank. There’s no spiders. You’re seeing things,” I said.
“Get them away from me! Let me go, Gerard!” Frank screamed, utter fear laced in his voice.
“No, Frank! They’re not real. Fight it, Frankie!” I yelled. Frank squirmed and kicked in my hold, but I continued to hold him in my arms as strong as I could. Frank began to cry, burying his head into my neck. I just kept rocking him back and forth, like a mother soothing her upset baby.
“It’s okay, Frankie. They’re not real. I got you,” I whispered. Soon enough, Frank stopped struggling in my hold.
“Oh...they’re gone…,” Frank said. “The spiders are gone…,”
“I told you they’re not real,” I replied. “It’s okay, Frankie. I got you,”
“They...they disappeared,” Frank whispered, perplexed.
“It’s okay. We’re safe. Let’s just go to sleep, okay?” I asked, snuggling with Frank. “Just close your eyes, Frankie,”
I watched as Frank gradually calmed down, despite him still going on about how the spiders were not there. Soon enough, I heard him snoring lightly. I shut my eyes, willing myself to fall asleep with Frank.

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