Smut Warning
Frank's countenance seemed to have lifted ever since Gerard was dispatched from the hospital. He was early to his classes and he was improving in his school work. People wondered what exactly occurred to have converted the young rouge but Gerard knew better.
The older boy was recovering pretty quickly and after just a few days of being discharged from the hospital, he was already going back to school and resuming his role as the student body president.
In other words: dealing with other peoples' bullshit.
Gerard caught sight of Brendon cornering a bewildered Frank in the hallways on his way to chemistry class.
He sucked in a breath before heading towards the pair. On seeing him, a small smile crept over Frank's lips as he knew that this wouldn't take much time to resolve.
"Is there a problem here, Urie?" Gerard's voice was sickly calm and even that felt like a threat. Brendon froze, his fist in mid-air as he closed his eyes and hoped that the voice he had heard was a figment of his imagination and not actually belonging to the older boy.
But no, as he slowly turned around, he was face to face with his superior. Gerard cocked a brow at the double forheaded man and the latter quickly loosened his grip on Frank.
"Oh, Hey Gerd, I didn't know that you were back so soon." Brendon began, chuckling nervously. "Welcome back man," He said, slapping Gerard on the hand in an attempt to distract the older boy.
Gerard smiled briefly along with Brendon, only with a lot less enthusiasm and more sarcasm.
"Aha, yeah about that," Gerard was saying to Brendon before the fast motion of his arm slinging back and his fist colliding with Brendon's jaw interrupted the short conversation.
He repeated the action again, only this time with a lot more force which resulted with a cracking sound followed by a thin trail of blood flowing out of Brendon's nose.
The bleeding boy pressed a hand to his bloody nose as he straightened up and ran out of the hallway after exchanging a fearful look at the older.
Gerard exhaled a breath of air once they were alone again. Frank rested on the lockers behind him as Gerard came in front of him and closed the space between them.
The smirk playing on Gerard's face got Frank worked up along with their awful proximity.
"Gerard--" Frank half whined, "Someone can see us," Gerard only deepened the smug look on his face on hearing that.
"Oh? What's so bad about talking with my boyfriend?"
Gerard asked teasingly, almost taunting him. It was in that moment that Frank realized that Gerard knew about the 'boyfriend' scam from the hospital.
Frank's face heated up as he looked back at Gerard and fought for the right words to say. "Oh, yeah um about that, you see Dallon and I, we thought um," Gerard cut off the younger's sensless babbling by pressing him hard into the lockers, a dark look in his eyes.
"You what?" Gerard teased, his hands angling away from Frank's shoulders and down his back, resting on his hips.
The part of Frank's brain that was meant for reasoning quickly shut down and was replaced by feelings only. And the only thing that he could focus on was the manner in which Gerard was holding him, a bit possessively.
Before both men could realize what was going on, the older boy brushed his lips against the latter's, claiming his lips in between his while his hands edged lower and gripped the soft flesh possessively---earning a loud moan from the younger which were muffled by Gerard's firm lips over his.
