Gerard and Frank Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Weeks pass. It's October now, and nearly November. Show days are next Thursday and Friday. Frank and I are ready, all our lines are memorized, and Miss. Angel is just working with background characters while we help out. But I remember Frank saying that his birthday is on Halloween, which is tomorrow. I've asked Mikey to get himself and our parents out of the house. Thankfully, he said that they should go looking for cars, and it'll just be Frank and I tomorrow night. Alone.

At the moment, Frank and I are sitting on the roof of my car, outside an ice-cream place. Rehearsal got canceled today because Miss. Angel couldn't be there, so I'm making use of my spare time and having a good time with my boyfriend. His head is leaned against my shoulder, and God he smells good. A strange thing to realize, but still. A mix of vanilla and eucalyptus. Where the fuck is he getting his shampoo?

I wrap my arm around him, kissing his scalp. A couple other kids from school are hanging out here, and I'm keeping watch for a certain someone that hates us. Well, rather, hates Frankie. He's supposedly in love with me.

My eyes widen when they see a white Honda rolling into the parking lot. That's Bert's car. The car that I had my first kiss in. He can't be coming here to just walk past us. I grab Frank's arms and jump off the car, taking him with me. "We need to leave. I'll tell you why when we get out of here."

He follows my lead and hops into the passengers seat, while I start up the car and start backing up. In my rear view mirror, I see Bert backing into a space. Idiot. He always backed into spaces. A very, very weird thing to hate someone for, but I can't help it.

Once I get out of the lot, I sigh. "Bert drove into the lot. I didn't want to talk to him." I drum my fingers on the steering wheel, pressing my lips together. We drive in silence for a minute, and Frank doesn't plug his phone into the aux like he normally does. When I glance over to him, it looks like he'd debating about something, inside his head.

"Gerard?" He asks, looking out the window. "What is it, cinnamon?" I ask, smiling at the pet name I gave him. "I should tell you something-Mikey already knows-But I feel like you should too." Why would he feel safe telling Mikey and not me? As if reading my mind, he answers my thought.

"Mikey kind of caught me in the act-It's complicated! Anyways, a couple days ago, when you were asleep, I went to the bathroom. With something else. I-" He sniffles, and when I look over to him, his eyes are watering up. Oh, fuck. "I was gonna cut, b-but then I-I remembered you.

"I remembered how you like to hold me when we dance together. The way you kiss my scalp whenever you have an opportunity. The way your hair perfectly falls over your forehead. The way you squeeze my hand when words fail. The way you smell, the way you feel, the way you taste, God everything about you. I remembered you, and I put the blade away."

I had pulled into the driveway a moment ago, and I'm undoing my seatbelt. "God, Frankie. I'm so Goddamn sorry that you felt the need to do that to yourself, but I'm so glad that you didn't do it." I reach over and hug him, running my hand through his long hair. "Y-You're not mad?" He asks, and I can practically hear his bottom lip trembling.

"Frank, why would I be mad?" I smile into his neck, "But we do need to do something about your razors. Would you feel comfortable showing them to me?" I ask, pulling away a bit to look to his eyes. He kind of pouts, and tilts his head. "Could I keep it? Just in case?" He questions, and I shake my head. "We're flushing it. And any other ones that you have?" He shakes his head, signaling that he only has one.

"Okay, let's do it."

- - -

"It's in here." Frank tells me as he opens up an old earplug case. Out comes a shiny pencil sharpener blade, and Frank frowns. "I don't want to throw it away." I wrap my arm around him, guiding him to the bathroom. "It's just, I've had it for so long. Please let me keep it!" He turns to me, using puppy eyes. I have to admit, I almost let him.

"No, Frank! I'm going to flush it." I say, seeing him cower away when I raised my voice. "Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to get angry. Watch this." I hold my hand out, the razor sitting in the palm of my hand. Slowly, I turn my hand over and watch the blade fall from my hand and into the water. It sinks to the bottom, and I see Frank put a hand over his mouth. I reach over and flush the toilet, pulling Frank into my chest. I rub soothing hands over his back, whispering in his ears. A few wet spots on my shirt tell me that he's crying. Crying. Losing something that was hurting him.

"It'll be okay. It'll be okay. I'll help you where the blade used to." I tell him, kissing his scalp. Frank sniffles, looking up at me through his long eyelashes. I feel Little Gee stir at the sight of him looking at me like that, but I try to will it down.

"I'm tired. I haven't been getting much sleep lately." He tells me, walking to the bed. I follow, then double back to write a note and stick it on the door. Wasn't feeling well, so I took a nap. Might not be up for dinner, and don't call for me. I stick it on the door with scotch tape, then make a mental note to get rid of the tape distributer. I might have to Frank-Proof the whole house.

I strip off my shirt, throwing it to the side and walking to the bed where Frank is already laying down in his boxers. His eyes are shut, and I scoot close to him, spooning him. "Frank, sweetie." I say, and hear him hum to say he's listening. "If we ever... had sex. Who would top?" I honestly need to know, in order to be prepared for tomorrow night.

"Well, have you ever topped?" He asks, turning in the sheets to face me. I shake my head. With Bert, I was always a bottom. "Should we just figure out who's bigger?" He says, and I nod. I undo my jeans, pulling myself out. I glance over to Franks member, and I'd have to say that he's bigger than me. "Honey, you're bigger and you know it." I tell him, imagining how I would feel if he stuck himself up my ass. I shiver at the thought. Another day, another time.

"I wouldn't know what to do..." He says, staring at me. "I don't think it'll be hard to figure out. Do you have any STDs?" I shake my head. That was one thing I've made sure of. Bert and I always used condoms. "We're safe, babe. We have the whole word ahead of us." I smile, stroking his hair.

We finish our conversation, and I turn away from Frank, letting him be the big spoon. I feel a pair of small hands wrap around my waist and pull me close. He breaths in my scent and sighs, content. A few minutes pass, and I'm half asleep, when he whispers something in my ear.

"I love you."

He loves me. My Frank Iero loves me. My hand reaches up to find his, and I clasp them together.

"I love you too."

I can die happy knowing that Frank Iero loves me.

Notes

AHH THEY SAID I LOVE YOU
also get ready for next chapter, gonna be SMUTTY