Frank's heart was fluttering as the wall shook behind him: two wrists pinning him against the plaster, and another's lips on his, Frank's sense going numb with the sensation that could only be described as weightless, because maybe his heart had just been beating so fast that it was nothing but broken at this point, because whatever it was, Frank was certainly losing breath, and there certainly wasn't a lot of blood in his head right now, but then again, they could easily be mere side effects of the fingers leaving cold trails down his chest and stomach until they finally reached the waistband of his boxers.

"Let me fucking touch you." And there was no denial in the fact that the voice was familiar: perhaps even too familiar, in fact, but still, Frank couldn't quite place it, until he found his gaze reaching those perfect hazel eyes, and realization came like a kick in the balls, but Frank didn't have much to ponder over, before his pants were at his knees and, well, Gerard's hand was curling around his dick.

And fuck.. fuck... nothing had ever felt better, and Frank was just about as certain of that as he was certain that he was dying on the inside right now.

"So fucking perfect, so fucking hot, and so fucking mine." The voice, now undeniably Gerard's, whispered against his ear, breath hot on his neck, and really that wasn't the only part of Frank that was almost uncomfortably hot right now.

And as Gerard's hand tightened around Frank, before the seventeen year old even knew what was happening, he was coming absolutely fucking everywhere.

And before Frank even knew what had happened, he woke up in his bed, alone, and groaned as he pulled his hand away from himself and glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table - 6:57. Frank sighed, sitting up in bed, and cringing at the awfully big mess he'd made, because although Gerard had been nothing but a fantasy, the feelings going through Frank right then most definitely were not.

And fuck, Frank was going to have to wash his fucking sheets and everything sucked, everything, except his dick, because that really was not getting sucked right now, and Frank was nothing but disappointed, and somehow still turned on, even as he turned his alarm clock off and forced himself out of bed, and into a very, very cold shower.

Of course, the freezing temperatures did nothing to subdue his raging homosexual fantasies, which he'd seemed to have been cursed with every since he'd made the absolute fucking mistake of going to meet Gerard last week, when he could have been a wonderful un-traumatised third wheel with Lindsey and Gabe, who had turned out not to be a gay supporter seeing as he practically hadn't left Lindsey's side all week, and what had happened after Frank had left was pretty easy to guess.

Frank didn't mind at all, though, as he was far more preoccupied with fucking unfairly hot Gerard Way, and his habits of sleeping with the whole world, and flirting with awkward teenagers, especially Frank, and in all honesty, there hadn't been a night that Frank had woken up with clean sheets since Gerard had just brought up the casual 'fuck me' offer, which of course, Frank had been too awkward to accept before it drove him crazy.

Of course, Mikey would have probably killed him when he inevitably did find out, and well, Frank knew Gerard well enough to know that this wouldn't be a happily ever after kind of thing, and really, Frank wouldn't even be surprised if the guy was already back with Bert, and had forgotten all about what he'd said to Frank.

But of course, Frank's head had ensured he knew that he could never, ever possibly even fathom forgetting the way Gerard Way made him feel.

Frank glanced down at his dick in the shower, muttering something like, 'you fucker', before rolling his eyes and getting out of the shower and attempting to pull in his best 'I didn't have a wet dream about your brother' facade to face Mikey with today.

Because Mikey certainly seemed to have a very stubborn habit of despising everyone his brother had ever slept with, and well, Lindsey Ballato was the living proof of that, because hating Lindsey? Well, that just wasn't natural.

-

"Frank? Are you even listening?" Ray was acting in a very maternal fashion towards Frank's lack of participation and interest in their History project, but then again, it wasn't exactly Frank's idea to let both Pete and Mikey into their group.

Sure, Frank did actually value Mikey as a friend, but the longer these fucked up wet dreams went on, the less he could look the guy in the eye without feeling the urge to spurt out a 'hail Mary' or two, which most certainly wouldn't go without question.

"Nope..." Frank mumbled, throwing his head down against the desk, and closing his eyes for second, before Ray fucking slapped him across the face, and that definitely fucking counted as abuse and Frank was going to call the police right this fucking instant.

"Frank, you're letting me down, you're letting the group down, and you're letting the fucking country down." Ray continued in his efforts to get Frank to give one single fuck, but found them yielding little results.

"Good, America can go fuck itself." Frank groveled, only to be jabbed in the side by an extremely agitated Mikey Way. "What?"

"Do you wanna bunk off after this?" Mikey asked, and fuck, now, now Frank was listening, and now Ray's eyes were widening in an 'oh, fuck no, you will not do that' manner.

"Please." Frank groaned, forgetting all about Mikey's Way's motherfucking home and the motherfucking older brother that was there right now in favour of saving him from more of this hell.

"I mean, we could just go now, this substitute is hardly going to notice." Mikey suggested, only for Ray to finally butt in: completely astounded by the fact that Frank would ever do this, ever. In fact, he was motherfucking disappointed in him.

"Frank, are you serious right now? You could get in trouble, you are not- no-"

"Ray, I think sometimes you forget that you aren't my mum." Frank added, rolling his eyes a little, and bracing himself as Pete returned from sharpening his pencil or something for seven hours.

"Mikey Way would you like me to sharpen your pencil?" And Frank couldn't help but laugh, because with the nerves and velocity that the words left Pete's lips with, it couldn't help sound an awful lot like some sort of fucked up nerdy euphemism.

"Uhh..." Mikey dragged the sound out, glancing between Ray and Frank, who were both laughing their motherfucking heads off, and glaring. "No? I'm- I'm not exactly sure what you're asking..."

"Mikey, let's just go?" Frank pulled his head away from his hands and motioned towards the door, because seriously, facing the guy he'd thought about whilst coming for the past week was far better than this fucking shit.

"Where?" Pete, of course, had to ask, staring at Mikey in nothing short of a creepy stalkerish manner.

"They're bunking off." Ray grumbled, rolling his eyes, because as Frank's mother, in spirit, he felt as if he couldn't possibly allow this to happen.

"Can I join?" Pete asked with excessively dilated pupils, which lead to beg the question, just what had he been doing 'sharpening his pencil' for so long.

"If he's going then I am, because fuck it, I'm not doing this shitty ass project alone." Ray concluded with a sigh, and Frank reckoned it'd be to worth taking Pete just to ensure that Ray didn't go all fucking maternal on his ass and fucking tell on them; he conveyed this all to Mikey in one expertly perfected, totally realistic glance.

"Fine."

-

Mikey really wasn't a people person, and that was true throughout all aspects of his life; Frank was just that obligatory 'we're in high school be my partner in group projects' friend, and he had most certainly not prepared to drag both Pete Wentz and Ray Toro home with him before lunch, because this was running a serious risk of actually being worse than school, because with school, it wasn't like he was forced into Pete Wentz's vicinity, was it?"

And Gerard was possibly even less pleased to see three random teenagers in his house than Mikey was, although, that definitely had something to do with Frank's presence and the offer that still hung unaddressed and awkward in the air.

And well, the eye contact, it was both deadly and inevitable, and Frank found himself standing at loss for breath in the living room of the Way household.

"Mum is going to kill you for smoking inside." Mikey addressed his brother, finding no need to introduce Gerard to Pete and Ray, because well, to them, Gerard would be nothing more than that dude, whereas Frank could only yearn for and dream for such a simply basis and menial relationship.

"Let her. Fucking let her." Gerard put the cigarettes between his fingers and got up to face the four teenagers. "You too many friends now, Mikey, am I seriously supposed to remember all their names?"

"If you just fucked off and took your cigarette outside you wouldn't have to worry about their existence at all, you could just pretend that they don't even exist." Mikey suggested with a glare in his brother's direction.

"Yeah, maybe, let me kidnap Frank for a minute or two, though: we need to talk." Gerard seemed to have no concern for subtly, and both Frank's heart and Frank's stomach were doing metaphorical backflips right now.

"You met him like once?" Mikey responded with confusion, unlike Ray, whose face was making it evident that he was drawing together some kind of uncomfortable conclusion here.

"Yeah, that's not strictly true- come on, Frankie." And with that, Gerard grabbed Frank by the arm and pulled him throughout the house and through the backdoor, and Frank's heart didn't start beating again until Gerard had him slammed up against the back gate.

"Fuck..." Gerard let out a sigh, putting his cigarette back to his lips and stepping away, just taking in Frank, and every stupid thought in his head right now. "You really are gorgeous, you know that?"

Frank blushed, shrugging a little, at an utter loss for words. "I... I.. you too."

"Oh I know." Gerard smirked, giggling a little too, before leaning back against the gate with Frank at his side. "You thought about my little proposition yet? Because yeah, I was pretty fucked up, but it still stands: if there's anything that never fails me, it's my di- I... is this too much?" Frank shook his head before he could speak

"Never fails you?" Frank raised an eyebrow: his voice cracking a spiked with a nervous kind of poison. "So you've never had an awkward wet dream about someone you shouldn't have and woke up fucked up and cursing?" Gerard remained silent, his eyes widening a little. "Because I have, every fucking day since you... you... you and I- and it's fucking killing me."

"You should be embracing your attraction towards me. You should be embracing your sexuality, your hormones, your emotions, everything. You don't want to suppress things, Frankie, that's when things get fucked up, and we can't even fuck now, because Mikey's brought over half the fucking school-"

"I can promise you that the school has more than six pupils." Frank added, and for what purpose, he didn't entirely know, but whatever.

"I can promise you that I really don't care." Gerard snapped back before he could really assess just how upset it could make Frank. "Bert still hasn't spoken to me." He added a moment later, shrugging it off a little. "It's probably a good thing, but it doesn't feel like that inside."

"If you're happy, you're better off without him-"

"But, Frankie, I'm not, because I'm a little fucking whore, both in bed and for people, for attention, for everything: I need people to tell me I'm beautiful, and that they want to fuck me, because I can't just tell myself that. I'm not self-confident, Frank, I assure you, I'm just fucked up and arrogant, and kind of broken too, it seems."

Gerard paused, lighting another cigarette in the silence.

"You know how they say your soulmate is your other half? I don't think Bert's my soulmate, I don't think we really fit, but I think it's close enough, and really far better than the alternative, because my other half. I'm just a half on my own: incomplete, or something, I guess."

"You're not incomplete-"

"Then tell me why I need you so much right now.

-

"You always look hot, Lindsey." Jamia let out a sigh, looking up from her cellphone as Lindsey put on what was probably the forty seventh slightly different outfit this evening.

"I do, I do, but I don't want to be hot and fuckable, maybe I just want to be pretty, like... I want people to see the pretty face and not the short skirt and boobs- not that there's anything wrong with that- of course there isn't, I- I wanna be cute, you know what I mean?" Lindsey let out a sigh, sitting down on the end of Jamia's bed in nothing but a bra and panties and Jamia was getting so serious lesbian feels right now.

"You are cute." Jamia promised her with what was probably the worst disguised blush in the whole world. "You're really cute."

Lindsey let out a sigh and pulled on a random shirt. "Maybe I just shouldn't go to this party."

"Why on earth not?" Jamia exclaimed, pocketing her cellphone in order to turn her full attention to her unfairly beautiful and overwhelmingly attractive best friend.

"Because Gabe's not that hot, okay? I was kind of stoned, and I don't really like his friends, and I've been with him for like five days now - that's way too long."

"You definitely have commitment issues." Jamia smiled, shuffling a little closer to Lindsey in the most heterosexual manner she could muster.

"Guys get dull pretty fast, it's not my fault I need to keep things going." And Jamia was so damn close to suggesting that she tried girls instead, but Jamia at least had the dignity not to ruin her life over some stupid little crush.

"So what do you want to do tonight?" Jamia asked, her eyebrows raised a little. "You want it to be just us, or do you want invite some other people over, because like my parents aren't here this weekend, so-"

"I like Frankie, you know, Frankie who likes cock? But I think he kind of hates me because I was supposed to be setting him up with Gabe, but like that didn't happen... I don't know... shall I just text him? Invite him over or something?" She asked, and Jamia only shrugged, because really, there was no point attempting to argue with Lindsey Ballato. "No, seriously, Jamia, do you want Frank here? Or do you not like him? You didn't want me to talk to him that one time and-"

"No, Frank's cool, he and I are friends." Jamia smiled and nodded, because Frank Iero was probably the only one of Lindsey's 'friends' that she could even fathom tolerating, and she was most definitely going to make the most of this before Lindsey inevitably got tired of him.

Lindsey seemed to always get tired of everyone. Except Jamia.

And that was something that Jamia could never quite put her finger on.

-

Frank hadn't really planned on being Lindsey Ballato's cliché gay best friend, but the alternate was staying at home and fretting over this mess he'd gotten himself into with Gerard Way, so he reckoned being forced into taking some weird Buzzfeed quiz about dicks by Lindsey Ballato was probably the best he could get out of this evening.

"What is your ideal length?" Lindsey asked, reading from the screen of her laptop in an accent that had spawned from the half empty bottle of white wine beside her, because even when she was getting tipsy, Lindsey was still classy as fuck.

"F-Fuck I..." Frank blushed, turning to Jamia for support, who only shook her head and continued perusing Lindsey's DVD collection.

"You can pick from 'short but sweet', 'average length but astounding ability', 'on the large side', 'riDICKulously big', and 'size doesn't matter to me'." Lindsey read the options aloud, leaving both Jamia and Frank in tears, because oh Buzzfeed, you tried.

"It's more about who's it is really, isn't it? I mean, if they're ugly as fuck I'm still not gonna like, but if they're like-... like... cute... I-" Frank cheeks burned up until he was resembling a homosexual tomato, and that really wasn't a good look.

"You like someone, don't you?" Lindsey slammed her laptop closed and jumped onto the bed beside Frank: eager with curiosity and doing a wonderful job of intimidating poor Frank Iero.

"Leave him alone, Lindsey." Jamia shook her head from across the room, but Lindsey wasn't listening at all.

"I-I-..." Frank swallowed hard, looking down as all of his thoughts focused upon that one motherfucker. "I... guess..."

"Who?" Lindsey continued, her head practically exploding with excitement.

"It's none of your business, Lindsey, if he wants it to be secret, then it can stay that way-"

"Jamia already knows, I guess..." Frank shrugged, continuing to blush like hell. "It's kind of awkward, though. Just tell her, Jamia."

"What? She knows?" Lindsey exclaimed, finding herself seriously personally offended by this.

"He likes Gerard." Jamia let out a sigh, putting the DVD collection to one side and meeting Lindsey's gaze in order to read her reaction. "I gave him Gerard's number and I think he's never going to stop thanking me for it."

"That's cute."

Needless to say, Frank blushed, and he blushed like hell itself.

"You don't mind? I mean, you and him... I-" Frank stuttered out, his words getting lost in his throat a little.

"Nothing, Frankie, it's me, you know me, don't you?" Lindsey giggled, and pulled Frank into her side. "I think I'm going to go for Mikey now anyway, he seems apprehensive and I like a challenge: it's more fun that way, don't you think?"

"Mikey's asexual." Frank pointed out. "Sorry to burst your bubble but he really doesn't want to fuck."

"I'll go for a kiss instead then?" Lindsey grinned, leaning back on the bed, and leaving Jamia to roll her eyes and text someone randomly to apologise for Lindsey's existence because it had become somewhat of a coping method at this point.

"Good luck fighting Pete Wentz off him." Frank giggled, not expecting his statement to catch Lindsey so much by surprise.

"Pete likes him?"

"Totally fucking pathetic stalker head over heels likes him: it's ridiculous." Frank confirmed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Like you and Gerard then?" Lindsey said with a smirk. "You turn into a tomato whenever someone even says his name, how has he not even noticed yet?"

"No... he knows... it's just weird, it's just Gerard, he's like you, he does fucking and not feelings and well, I'm just fucked and in entirely the wrong way."

"He's a very good kisser if it's any consolation."

"To my wet dreams, yes, but to my sanity, fuck no."

-

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