"You gotta wake up, Frankie." Gee brushed the dark hair from the sleepy eyes of the seventeen year old who lay in his bed beside him. He hated being awake this early, but it was more than important to ensure that Frank was home before his mother could even know that he snuck out to fuck a twenty five year old.
"Mmm... fuck... off.. 'm... tired.." Gee couldn't help but let out a giggle at the mildly pissed off and very tired tone Frank answered him in, resorting to burying his face against Gee's chest, not that was something either of them were quick to protest to.
"We need to get you home before your mum wakes up, baby." Gee let out a sigh, pulling himself away from the seventeen year old, standing up and looking down at his exposed body and then at the wardrobe, pulling on yesterday's jeans and the first shirt he found.
"I am home... 's... my bed..." Frank mumbled into the pillow in the absence of Gee, who could only shake his head, praying that the seventeen year old would remember what happened last night eventually, because fuck, he'd given Gee his virginity last night - that was pretty important, Gee reckoned.
"No, you're not." Gee reminded him, pulling his cover off the sleeping boy who shivered in response, tugging his knees up to his chest in order to conserve heat. "You're in my bed, Frankie. My house, and you need to get back to yours before your mum wakes up."
Frank finally pulled his eyes open, glancing around the room and confirming what Gee told him, and slowly everything fell back into place - Ray's phone call, the bout of insomnia, texting Gee, calling Gee, going over to Gee's... and fucking Gee.
"Oh my god we had sex last night, didn't we?" Frank sat up with a start, his eyes pulled wide in disbelief and his gaze aimed in the direction of the boy currently pulling on a black cardigan.
"Look at yourself, Frankie." Gee turned around with a smirk, "you're naked in my bed - the truth is pretty obvious."
"I am no longer a virgin - Mikey's going to be so fucking jealous!" Frank exclaimed, practically leaping out of bed and Gee couldn't help but blush as he mentioned his brother just so casually. Gee reckoned that the subject of his brother should be casual, but he also reckoned that parents shouldn't kick their son out of their own home just for being gay.
"It's probably best that you don't tell him that you had sex with his brother, just saying." Gee reminded the younger boy. "Your clothes are here," he gestured to the pile at the foot of the bed. "It's probably best you put them on."
"Oh shut up," Frank smirked, walking over to Gee, "you love seeing me naked, don't you?" He stood up on his tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his lips, before turning to his clothes without a word.
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Frank let out a string of profanities as they walked down his road - they were late and the sun was fucking rising, fuck, he was going to be grounded for this, for sure.
Gee, as much as he cared about Frank and his problems, was more occupied with the all too familiar house they were about to pass - the house that had been his house, and if the world wasn't so messed up, would still be his house. Mikey was inside that house - asleep, and so were his parents. Part of him, reckoned that he should have been too, but there was a great deal of him that much preferred walking home the cutest boy he'd ever seen, who he'd just had great sex with.
Frank soon noticed Gee's fixation upon the semi detached house, which Frank only knew as 'Mikey's house', but it was very much Gee's too. Frank didn't feel like Gee would ever belong in such a typically suburban middle class family house like that, and that the boy fit much better in Bert's bungalow that always seemed to smell of weed and had a fridge that mainly consisted of alcohol and left over pizza.
"You haven't been here since you left, have you?" Frank asked as they continued to walk at a slowed pace; the seventeen year old now more concerned with the wellbeing of the boy beside him as opposed to just how pissed off his mum would be if she found out that he snuck out, basically, to have sex.
"No," Gee shook his head. "I haven't. It's weird, and horribly nostalgic, but nostalgic in a bad way. I want to think of this as your road and not have all the memories I've spent far too long trying to forget throw themselves back in my face."
"Then don't look." Frank began, almost as if this was simple, which he understood that it really wasn't, but he did of course really wish it were. "Don't look at your old house, look at me, and look at mine."
Gee pulled his gaze back to meet Frank's, throwing him a smile. "Okay."
And that was all that was said as the two of them linked hands and walked the two minutes that remained until they reached Frank's house.
"That's my house." Frank pulled his hand away and pointed at the house with his mum's car parked in the driveway, which was a good sign, meaning she hadn't driven down to the police station and reported him missing or something - not that she was ever the kind of mum to do anything like that.
"C'mon, then - I'm walking you to the door, Frankie." Gee added with a smile, "it's only polite." He winked at Frank before relinking their hands.
"You're acting like this is a date." Frank stated, watching the twenty five year old's face as he reacted to Frank's statement.
"You're acting like it's not." Gee responded, smirking like hell.
"You can go now - this is my door." Frank reached out, placing his hand on the door handle as he spoke, gesturing to the street with his other hand.
"Aren't you going to say good bye to me properly?" Gee asked, pulling Frank closer to him, knowing he was acting like a teenager right now, but enjoying it nonetheless, because Frank gave him that opportunity - this was sneaking around and fucking and it was just about the right kind of awkward to make them blush and smile at the same time. This was the teenage life that the twenty five year old never really got.
So he kissed Frank with all too much tongue and visible desperate tendencies - he kissed him like Frank getting grounded was a terrible threat, and he kissed him like he hadn't been kicked out and now lived with stoners. He kissed him like he'd be sneaking back through his window and jacking off at the memories before his alarm went for school.
And Frank kissed him back like they could be free in what they were doing, he kissed him back like nothing and yet everything mattered, he kissed him back like the whole world was watching, but nobody cared, he kissed him back like he could do what he wanted with his life, he kissed him back like he wasn't scared that his mother would wake up any minute, and he kissed him back like he wasn't closeted, he kissed him back like he wasn't Mikey's brother, and he kissed him back like this was a thing they didn't have to be secretive about.
They kissed each other like Mrs Iero wasn't standing behind a now opened door, having only just woken up and found her son's bed empty and the door unlocked.
"Frank?" She let out a little cough, causing the two boys to jump apart with widened eyes as they focused upon her not quite so shocked figure.
"Mum- I... I.." Frank let out a gasp in shock, glancing between his brother and Gee - the boy she'd just seen him making out with, the boy she knew he'd snuck out with.
"Hello, I'm Frank's mother, but please call me Linda." She ignored her son completely, directing her words to Gee, who really was just as shocked by the gesture as Frank.
"Uhh... I'm Gee..." He finally thought to respond, blushing as he forced himself to smile at Linda, realising that fuck, this was Frank's mum, and the first impression she had of him was the guy who practically kidnapped her son and who she caught making out with him.
"Oh..." Mrs Iero let a smug look settle over her face as she winked at Frank, who really prayed to just about anyone and anything that his mum wasn't going to bring up anything stupid right now. "Frank's said a lot about you."
"Oh.. er... he has?" Gee glanced across at Frank, the two boys sharing an awkward blush.
"Do you want to come in and have breakfast with us? Or can you not stay?" She asked, welcoming him in like it was fucking nothing, which to Gee was practically unbelievable, because he knew that if their positions were reversed and this was Frank meeting his mother, then she probably would have shot him by now.
"Yeah, I guess I can, if that's... alright?" He asked, directing the last part more so in Frank's direction than Linda's.
"Don't ask him - it's my house and despite the fact that I'm very keen to meet his boyfriend," she directed her words to her own son at this point, "I'm still rather annoyed with her, considering the fact that it's very obvious what's happened here."
Fuck, Gee thought, however he still couldn't get his head around the fact that he was inviting him in even with the knowledge that he'd had sex with her son. Then again, he already knew that Linda wasn't a very conventional woman, but fuck, this was just so weird to him.
"Sorry, mum." Frank let out a sigh as she lead the two of them in - he was pretty keen on the idea of shooting himself right now, because his mum was pretty much in the ideal situation to bring out the collection of just about every embarrassing thing Frank has ever done in his life.
"Don't say sorry to me, Frank, say sorry to your virginity. So rude of you to abandon it like that." And Gee couldn't help but fucking choke, because he really wasn't sure if Mrs Iero was the best or the worst mother he'd ever met.
Frank glared at him like hell, making it obvious that he didn't see the humour in his mother's words that Gee did.
"Just take your shoes off and I'll put some toast on or whatever, I'm sorry, Gee, but breakfast here gets just about as exotic as Rise Krispies or slightly burnt toast." Gee kept quiet about the fact that his breakfast usually happened at about noon and consisted of black coffee and a cigarette, sometimes a blunt if he woke up and was particularly hung-over, but that really wasn't the best thing to tell the mother of someone he wanted to be his boyfriend.
He could help but smile at the fact that Frank hadn't bothered to correct her when she referred to him as Frank's boyfriend, though. That give him hope - stupid teenage girl esque hope, but hope nonetheless.
Gee sipped slowly on his coffee as he watched Frank's mother fiddle with the toaster, insisting that the both of them ate something, despite the fact that neither of them felt anything but butterflies in their stomach right now.
"So then, how did the two of you meet?" She asked, directing her question rather obviously at the two of them, despite ever turning her back, but they very much doubted that she'd gone quite mad enough to engage in a conversation with the toaster or something.
"I... uhh... Jamia took me to this party with her..." Frank began to explain, blushing a little and turning to Gee, who tossed him a reassuring smile - Frank could only provide an awkward one in return. Gee didn't mind though.
"This party that I didn't know about?" Linda asked, turning around with two slices of toast on two plates and handing them to the two boys, with a packet of butter and a jar of nutella.
"Yeah, that one." Frank added with a blush, and Gee let out another giggle.
"I like him - he laughs at my jokes." She added, sending a grin in Gee's direction. "For a boy that took my son's virginity, I'd say you're pretty nice."
"I wouldn't call that nice, I'd call that treachery - these are jokes at my expense." Frank added with a scowl and a mouthful of toast.
"Shut up and eat your toast, Frank, you'll need to go to school soon."
Frank couldn't help but feel almost flung back into reality at that point, falling down from eating toast with Gee and his mum being generally embarrassing, and into a reality where he had to meet his best friend and walk to school with him, trying not to bring up the fact that he had sex with his older brother last night, and the fact that his mum knows about it.
Fuck, he couldn't even say that he had sex last night, because Ray was catching onto the gender of Gee rather quickly, and it wouldn't be all that long until he caught onto his full identity. Frank wondered how good Ray would be at keeping secrets then.
Or perhaps he'd just have to ensure Jamia had sufficient blackmail before that could happen.
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"You know what is really pissing me off?" Frank let out a deep sigh, trying not to look up at Mikey with an 'oh fuck no please not again' look, which evidently he was failing at.
"What?" Frank snapped out, rolling his eyes and hating that he had to be even at all involved in this conversation, and really despite their conversation last night, Frank found himself praying that Ray got out of English as quick as possible, because even an awkward conversation with him would be better than this shit with Mikey.
"Alicia." Oh Jesus fucking Christ, kill me now, Frank thought, glancing around in search of the nearest weapon or basically anything he could use to kill either him or Mikey. "It's like she doesn't even notice me, you know? That's ridiculous, like, you know how much effort I put into talking to her and getting her to like me but it's like she doesn't even notice sometimes, you know? And that's stupid because I'm really interesting and attractive, you know, like, the two of us would be a perfect couple. My parents would love her I can tell you that and I'll always cheer on her netball games and she can come watch me play croquet. I really wanna marry her as well; I bet we'd have cute kids, huh? What do you think, Frank?"
Frank could only stare with a disgusted expression, more concerned with the mental health of his best friend as opposed to the names of his future non-existent children. "She doesn't even like croquet, Mikey. Seriously you're trying too hard and honestly you sound kind of creepy."
"Well, how am I supposed to sound? What am I supposed to do to get a girlfriend, huh? Frank just fucking tell me what do I do?" His tone changed into one of demand, leaving Frank to just stare at him with a confused expression.
"I don't know dude, I'm not good with that shit."
"Yet you have a girlfriend, and I don't." Mikey reminded Frank, the latter of the two blushing to himself as he tried not to laugh aloud at the fact that said girlfriend was actually a boyfriend, or somewhere close to there, and said not quite boyfriend was actually Mikey's brother, and that Frank had lost his virginity to said not quite boyfriend very much Mikey's brother last night.
"We had sex last night-" Frank suddenly found himself announcing before he could put a hand to his lips, his eyes practically bulging out their sockets, and oh man, damn that brain to mouth filter that evidently hadn't woken up with Frank this morning.
"What?" Mikey exclaimed, practically pinning Frank back against the wall in a mixture of disbelief, excitement and jealousy. "You did not, oh my god. You're not a virgin and I am, this is unacceptable, oh my god... Tell me absolutely everything, you little shit."
"I... uhh..." Frank's cheeks fell under the spell of a blush as the memories of last night / very early this morning came flooding back and really he needed to stop thinking about Gee Way sucking him off if he didn't want to get a boner in the middle of Catholic school. "We did it and it was good...?"
"Where? When? How? Who initiated? Tell me everything? Tell me about your fucking girlfriend? Does she have nice tits-" Frank really wanted to tell Mikey that his brother did in fact not have nice tits, but thank the holy fucking lord because it was at that moment that Ray finally decided to arrive.
"Hey, sorry I'm late, I got held up-" Ray tried to explain, only to have Mikey press a finger to his lips and point in my direction.
"Guess who got laid last night?" Mikey exclaimed, announcing the news like an oddly proud parent and as Frank awkwardly pulled his gaze up to meet Ray's, he remembered the little talk last night, and the way Ray was really looking at him like he'd had took it in the ass, which in fact, was wrong - Frank had been in Mikey's brother's ass, but he doubted the truth would improve anything at all here.
"Oh.. God... Frank..." Ray trailed his words out and we shared this awkward knowing look that thankfully Mikey was ignorant enough to not even notice.
"We need to meet her now!" Mikey exclaimed, unaware to the fact that really did not want to meet Frank's 'girlfriend', because Frank's 'girlfriend' was his brother.
"Slow down, Mikey. They aren't even officially together, are you?" Ray asked, fucking saving Frank's ass, which oh my god praise the fucking lord was Frank beyond grateful for.
"No, we haven't made anything official, but it wasn't just a casual fuck... I... mean... it was special, I just know... there's something, but that something hasn't got a name." Frank struggled to explain, even praying by now that Mikey would carry on talking about Alicia and that meant that Frank really was desperate.
"So what's her name?" Mikey continued, despite everyone's utter discomfort, and oh fuck, Frank was going to have think of a girl's name in like less than a second flat and remember it too.
"Gee...orgia... uhh... she's called Georgia..." Frank blushed and fuck was that close enough to Mikey's brother's name for him to notice anything- Frank let out a deep breath: Gee was seriously going to laugh like fuck when Frank told him this. Frank wondered quite how he'd respond to being called 'Georgia'.
"When Alicia and I get together you, me, Alicia and Georgia need to double date sometime, you know at that pizza place - that'd be cool." Mikey came up with yet another ridiculous idea, and really Frank was so fucking glad that Mikey would never go on a date with Alicia because then he'd never have any real excuse to meet 'Georgia'.
"When?" Ray raised his eyebrows, continuously stepping in for Frank, which he really owed him for and Frank reckoned he'd have some seriously payback coming his way. "I'd say it's an 'if, a small chance - Mikey, I don't mean to upset you, but Alicia Simmons, isn't interested in you."
"Yeah sure, Ray, I bet you fifty dollars that I can get a date with Alicia by the end of next week."
Ray simply laughed, "I look forward to spending my fifty dollars on tickets to Metallica."
"But you'll take me." Mikey pouted, his eyes widening at the mention of Metallica. "You won't go alone, of course."
"I'll take Frank."
"Get in!" Frank exclaimed, knowing far too well that he'd be seeing Metallica.
"You won't be going - I'll be taking Alicia." Mikey smirked.
"As if she likes Metallica." Ray shook his head, his afro moving like a living organism as he did so.
"I don't know a single girl with a decent taste in music though, do you?"
"I do." Frank added with a smirk, leaving Mikey to assume he meant Georgia, which he kind of did, besides the girl part, but Frank did know a girl with a decent taste in music - Jamia.
"How have you not managed to get with someone but also with the most perfect person on the planet?" Mikey let out a sigh, slouching against the wall in disappointment.
"Honestly I do not know."
And really, Frank didn't.
He suspected it was something to do with The Smiths though, and he reminded himself that if he ever met Morrissey to personally thank him.
-
Frank wasn't paying all that much attention in Art, and despite it being a subject he even found himself vaguely enjoying at times, he just couldn't focus on his work at all - perhaps it was the ear-splitting sound of Mikey and Pete having an argument that amusingly resembled a domestic from the other side of the room, or perhaps it was just the way he felt Ray looking at him when he thought Frank didn't notice.
Frank couldn't help be nervous around his best friend now, especially now he'd heard Mikey babble unknowingly on about the fact that Frank had gay sex last night, which in a way was rather hilarious, but then again, Mikey could never find out, and Ray had this odd set of morals that Frank had to question at times.
"Faggot!" Frank's eyes dart up at that, despite the fact he knows the insult isn't aimed in his direction, it's still almost like a reflex, and Ray notices too, turning to look in the same direction as Frank.
Pete had been the target of the insult and Mikey had been the one to fire it in his direction, which Frank hadn't doubted all that much - faggot almost seemed to be Mikey's favourite word these days, especially when describing his brother.
"You're calling me a faggot just because I made a fucking joke? Can you not see the point over the massive boner you have for me right now?" Frank's eyes practically fell from his sockets at that point, because, fuck, Pete had balls. And to say the least, Mikey was not pleased.
"What the fuck you fucking gaylord? Get your gay ass boner for me out of my fucking face you fucking fag. Don't ever talk to me again!" Mikey practically screamed out, the room going silent as all twenty students turned their heads to look at the scene the two were causing, and of course, it was at this moment that the teacher was absent, having decided to take a tea break in the supply cupboard down the hall.
"Why not?" Pete asked, turning around to gauge the reaction from the audience the two of them had acquired, "c'mon guys, I was just being polite - asked him if he wanted to share the red colour I'd mixed because he was having difficulty mixing his own. I'm the fucking nice guy here." Pete explained, directing his words to the 'audience' of slightly pissed off but generally intrigued students.
"Sharing fucking paint is gay. Art is fucking gay. You're fucking gay-" Mikey began with his natural tactic of generally just throwing insults left, right, and centre in the bizarre hope that it would somehow help his situation at all.
"Now, now, Mikes." Pete shook his head, tutting a little, almost as if he was scolding a child. "That's really quite rude. It's not like I call things I don't like 'straight', is it?" And then Frank really had to fucking take a moment, because although this was a beyond stupid idea, there was no doubt in the matter that Pete executed it beyond brilliantly.
Silence fell over the whole room - everyone was completely stunned into silence by the fucking guts Pete had, and quite honestly, a large proportion of the room was expecting Mikey to punch him right in the face just about any moment now. But Mikey didn't - he was just as silent as the rest of the room.
The silence was broken as a kid with pushed back brown hair - Brendon - stood up and began clapping Pete, a smirk set across his face.
That brought Mikey back to life.
"What the hell are you clapping for fag?" Mikey screeched at Brendon, absolutely astounded that someone had come to Pete's defence before his, but Frank really was beyond absolutely shocked, because he'd expected Pete to be pretty much murdered here.
"I'm clapping because he totally fucking owned you." Brendon responded, flashing Pete a grin, who was beyond fucking glad that at least one person was on his side, because he was starting to doubt the effectiveness of this spontaneous coming out plan of his. "And really, Mikey, you shouldn't be as narcissistic to think that every gay guy fancies you - no one fucking fancies you, especially not Alicia."
"What the fuck? Are you a fag or what?" Mikey screamed out, glancing around the room, almost scouting out for someone suitably homophobic to come to his rescue, and laughably even glancing momentarily in Frank's direction.
"Do I look like a fucking cigarette to you?" Brendon snapped, rolling his eyes in an overemphasised camp gesture. "But if you're asking if I like guys, yes, I have a massive fucking gay crush on every fucking guy in the whole, except you, Mikey Way, because of course, no fucking homo." He responded, his voice laced with just about enough sarcasm to instantly kill Mikey, or kill off his sanity at the very least.
"You're fucking disgusting - the both of you!" Mikey yelled, storming out the room in a manner similar to the tantrum of a four year old and no one bothered to go after him, silencing falling over the room as Pete and Brendon sat back down until a voice piped up from the crowd.
"Is it true he likes Alicia?"
Silence once more, and Frank reckoned that Mikey deserved the question answered for just what he'd said today.
"Yes, yes he does." Frank responded, letting a smirk fall over his lips as Ray flashed him an 'oh my god what did you just do he's going to kill you' look. "Give over, Ray, as if he isn't pissed off with me already." Frank answered his friend's glance in a whisper.
"True." Ray let out a sigh as the room's volume slowly raised back up, almost as if nothing had ever happened, except just about every conversation was focused on Mikey, Pete, and Brendon. "But if he ever finds out that your 'girlfriend' has a dic-"
"He won't." Frank finished the sentence in a stern tone; his voice loosely used as a threat - he wasn't quite as good at blackmail as Jamia.
"Did you two really have..." Ray blushed as he couldn't quite push out the word, "last night?"
"Yeah, we did."
Ray let out a sigh. "I don't agree with this fully, but as you're my friend, I'm telling you to stay safe here, like we don't know this guy at all - he could be anyone."
"I know him, Ray."
"How well?"
"More than you'd guess, trust me on that one."
You know him more than you'd know, too, Frank wanted to added, but that'd force him into a question that he could never answer, because if Ray found out the identity of his boyfriend, there was no telling to just how much he reckoned Mikey would need to know about that.
Again, Ray's morals were questionable, and Frank was pretty much screwed, literally too, as Ray now knew.
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Hey guys:) Sorry this chapter took a little longer than the others but I went back to school recently so that's been a bitch and I've had less time to write - I hope you don't mind too much because there really isn't anything I can do about it;) Anyways, I'd appreciate it if you could leave a vote and/or a comment, and I love you all<3