Author : heathermouth — aka slashxyouxup —
Rating: R/NC 17
Summary: Mikey pushes his glasses up on his nose. “And you haven’t asked him out yet because…?” he says while tipping his lunch out on to the grass. Gerard picks up an apple and rubs it against his trousers, shrugging before handing it back to his younger brother. “You’re an idiot? Yes, I think that’s it.” Mikey answers for him.
Warnings: language, high school, sex.
Disclaimer: Writer’s lie – just like your parents.
My mcrsecretsanta — fic for ladyfoxxx —
Mikey pushes his glasses up on his nose. “And you haven’t asked him out yet because…?” he says while tipping his lunch out on to the grass. Gerard picks up an apple and rubs it against his trousers, shrugging before handing it back to his younger brother. “You’re an idiot? Yes, I think that’s it.” Mikey answers for him.
“I don’t know,” Gerard grumps, folding his arms on top of his raised knees. “It’s hard.”
Mikey bites in to the apple. “He’s been tutoring you in biology for two months, without pay. He blushes every time you speak to him, dropped his damn glasses when you told him he looked cute and he invited you to his house this weekend to watch his Star Wars box set so you can both sigh hopelessly over Ewan McGregor before making sweet underage love.” Gerard raises his eyebrows at his obviously insane brother. “Ok, so maybe not the last part – but probably something along those lines.” Gerard rolls his eyes. “What I’m trying to say, dipshit, is that it’s so unbelievably obvious you two are in to each other the drama club will be acting out your ridiculous story in this year’s Christmas play.” He pauses thoughtfully for a moment. “Weirdo & The Geek. Yes, I like it.”
“Did mom ever tell you you’re adopted?”
“Yeah, right after she told me they chose to raise you as a boy.”
“Oh, zing!” says Ray as he drops his bag and self down beside them. He rolls up his shirt sleeves and reclines back in to the sunlight a little. “That was quick for you, Mikeyway. What calls for such a genius come back?”
“Gerard won’t ask Frank out,” Mikey replies. Ray punches Gerard’s shoulder.
“We still on that? Christ, Way, grow a pair.”
“Hey,” Gerard scowls, “it’s not that easy, ok?”
“It really is,” says Ray as-a-matter-of-fact-ly. “You walk up to him and say, would you like to go out with me sometime? And then he gives you an answer.”
“It’s the answer I’m afraid of,” he mumbles to which Ray promptly punches his shoulder again. “What was that for?”
“Being a douche.”
Frank tutor’s Gerard every Wednesday after school, and today just happens to be Wednesday. Frank’s been on star pupil terms with everyone in the science department since the day he started, so getting an empty science room is no problem. He arrives early, as always, and throws down his books on to a bench. He pulls off his black beanie and defogs his glasses before taking a seat. Gerard’s not due to arrive for another three or four minutes, so he pulls out his Game Boy and continues with lunch’s games of Tetris.
Gerard stops at the door when he arrives. He’s a little late, as usual, but Frank never seems to mind. Frank’s sat at the back of the room, mouth and chin covered with what appears to be two scarves. Gerard smiles. When it’s a little nippy out Frank dresses like it’s the Arctic, burying his small frame in multiple woollen things and a huge dark green duffel coat. Gerard finds it somehow adorable though and often wonders how long it would take to remove every layer.
Frank looks up suddenly. “Oh, you’re here,” he smiles as he slips his Game Boy back in to his backpack. “You ready for the magical world of brain cells?”
“Ok, only you would say that and actually mean it,” Gerard laughs as he tosses his bag on to the table. “Sure, let’s do it.” Frank blushes and flips open the textbook.
If either of them would notice the way the other person stares hopelessly at them whilst they’re working then this could have been sorted over a month ago. But instead they insist on being self conscious and doubted, and so it goes on for yet another tutoring session. They answer most of the questions in silence and Frank talks like a teacher when he explains things, which does things to Gerard that it probably shouldn’t.
“Are we still on for Friday?” Gerard asks as Frank closes the textbook. Frank looks up, confused for a moment before he nods.
“Uh, yeah. Sure. If you still want to?”
Gerard passes him his black beanie and scarves. “Wouldn’t miss Star Wars for the whole world.”
Frank walks home by himself, as usual. Packed in to as many layers as his mother could fit on him that morning before he toppled over, he shoves one ear bud in and turns up the music as loud as it will go, trying to blast the cold away from his face. He finds it strange how calm he feels about Friday, both with new company and the fact he’s harboured a ridiculous crush on the guy since he first stepped in to biology one windy Monday morning, late and reeking of cigarettes. He knew he was only setting himself up for a long drop when he agreed to tutor Gerard after his second F in two weeks, but he simply couldn’t say no to his pleading clueless face.
Pretty boys will be the death of him, he’s sure of it, and he’s only 17.
Friday rolls around faster than usual and Gerard’s got not even twenty minutes before he should be at Frank’s. He’s not nervous, he’s not, but he does find himself thinking twice before grabbing the clothes from his bedroom floor after he gets out of the shower. “Hey, mom!” he shouts from the top of the stairs, towel gripped around his waist. “Where are my clean clothes?”
Donna Way appears at the bottom of the staircase, confused and concerned. “You actually want to know where clean clothes are?” she questions with a cocked eyebrow. When Gerard doesn’t answer she grins. “Do you have a date?”
“No,” Gerard scoffs, “it’s not a date.”
“Sure, suuure, whatever you say,” she sing songs. “Clean clothes are in the closet.”
Gerard’s almost ten minutes late when he’s finally walking up the path towards the Iero’s family home. Frank answers the door before he gets to it, flushed cheeks and breathing like he’s just run a mile. “Hey,” he breathes, almost wheezing as he pushes his glasses back up his face. “You came.”
“Yeah,” Gerard smiles as he slides past Frank and in to the house. “Sorry I’m a little late.”
Frank shrugs “S’cool,” and leads him towards the stairs. A woman, who Gerard presumes to be Frank’s mother, comes out from the kitchen and smiles sweetly at them.
“Hi, you must be Gerard. I’m Frank’s mom,” she says, placing a flat palm on her chest as she introduces herself.
“Hi, Mrs. Iero,” Gerard says, putting on his best polite tone.
She laughs. “Call me Linda, please.”
“Okay,” Frank drawls as he pulls lightly on Gerard’s elbow, “that’s enough, mom. We’re gonna go watch TV now.”
“Bye boys,” she calls as they disappear up the stairs, “have fun!”
Frank’s room is a lot like Gerard had imagined. It’s neat, spectacularly neat; even the several punk posters and various Black Flag stickers look neat. Gerard almost snorts at the Albert Einstein poster on the back of his door; he really should have expected that. His bed is neatly made with mauve sheets and his shoes are lined up by the closet. The complete opposite of Gerard’s room, basically. “I know, even my mom thinks I’m too anal.” Heh, anal Gerard thinks before mentally slapping himself back in to maturity. “I’m trying to be a normal teenager, I think there’s probably a book or something you can get off the internet.” Stop babbling, Frank screams to himself. Gerard grins.
“I don’t think there’s anything un-normal about you,” Gerard smiles. Heee Frank thinks as shiny bubbles burst in his chest.
“I’ll uh, just get the movies. I made the popcorn already and there are some chips on the night stand. So just, uh, yeah, make yourself comfortable.”
Frank’s bed is comfy as hell, Gerard notes, the sheets are soft and clean and the pillows are big and feathery. Unlike Gerard’s bed which has dirty sheets and thin cardboard pillows. He kicks off his shoes and stretches out his legs, most definitely comfortable. He closes his eyes until he feels a weight on the bed. “Sorry,” he says as he smiles nervously and shuffles up a little.
“Nah, it’s ok. Go for it, slouch, scratch, I don’t care,” Gerard laughs and settles back against the pillows and glances from the titles to Frank.
It’s not that far in to the movie when Gerard feels Frank’s leg against his. His body freezes as Frank’s knee presses against his thigh and stays there, denim on denim and Frank’s pale skin just beneath it. Gerard swallows, trying to get rid of the piece of popcorn that’s currently lodged in his throat. Frank doesn’t look phased at all. He’s got the same nerdish gleeful smile any teenage boy would have while watching Star Wars. This obviously means nothing to him.
Oh. My. God. My leg is touching Gerard Way’s Frank panics, only just able to keep his cool thanks to Yoda and his awesome one liners. His upper lip twitches as he tries so desperately not to glance at Gerard, just once, but he’s dying to. After a few moments of toying with the decision he goes for it and quickly glances towards the other boy. His eyes are fixed on the screen, lips pressed together and eyes wide. Something must be wrong.
So, for the next ten minutes, Frank worries at warped speed as to why Gerard looks so concerned. Is it their touching legs? Does he think Frank’s trying to make a move on him? Has Frank done something else wrong? Does he hate Star Wars? No, he couldn’t possibly hate Star Wars. No one hates Star Wars. Gerard suddenly reaches over to the popcorn bowl in Frank’s lap and takes a handful. Frank freezes, holding his breath as he watches Gerard’s fingers disappear in to the popcorn.
This continues to happen for a little while. Frank’s not sure if Gerard’s doing this on purpose or if he’s just innocently hungry, but Frank’s positive he’s about to have heart failure due to oxygen deficiency any second now. The next time Gerard does it, he swears he won’t be accountable for his actions. And sure enough, Gerard reaches across to his lap again. Frank grabs his hand before it can get to the bowl. Gerard jumps, startled and then freezes. He looks at Frank, he’s not glaring or narrowing his eyes like any normal popcorn deprived person would be, he’s just staring right at Frank like he’s been caught, hands red and pants down.
Say something Frank thinks. Something, anything before he kicks your ass. You can’t possibly make this any worse, just say something! But still there’s nothing, no words, no movement, just staring. Oh my God, this is the longest no one has talked – ever. Just do something, anything! Frank leans forward, quickly, and presses his lips to Gerard’s, eyes closed and still not breathing. Frank pulls back, jerking himself away from Gerard as fast as he can. “I’m so sorry, fuck, I’m so-” Gerard cuts him off by moving forward and taking a hold of his face with both hands.
“Just, shut up a second,” he says before kissing Frank. His eyes widen and pupils explode in surprise. Gerard is kissing him, kissing him and he’s still got his eyes open, unmoving and unresponsive. So he fixes it. He closes his eyes and pushes back against the pressure of Gerard’s lips.
Now, Frank’s not the best kisser in the world by far but he’s sure he’s not all that bad. There’s not exactly a line of people ready to vouch for that but Gerard doesn’t seem to be complaining. Slow, careful, slow Frank tells himself as their lips pull away and push together, waiting patiently for someone to have the courage to slip a tongue in somewhere. Surprisingly, it’s Frank who gets impatient first. He fists Gerard’s t-shirt and slips the tip of his tongue under Gerard’s top lip. And that’s what Gerard had been waiting for, apparently, because next thing Frank knows he’s on his back and Gerard is straddling his hips, kissing the air right out of him. The popcorn has fallen to the floor and Frank tries desperately not to think about what a bitch that’s going to be to clean up after.
Gerard’s lips are soft and sticky with butter which makes Frank want to lick them even more. When he blinks his eyes open his glasses are fogged. He giggles in to Gerard mouth accidentally. Gerard pulls back slightly and licks at the lenses and Frank laughs some more. Gerard likes that sound, loves it in fact. He licks Frank’s chin and neck before moving to suck at the skin there. Frank gasps and squirms, but Gerard’s hands on his shoulders keep him in place while he works on what he’s sure is going to be a kick ass hickey. Frank can’t stop himself for gasping, groaning sucking in hot air. When the skin is slick and perfectly purple Gerard cover’s Frank’s mouth with his own again.
Gerard rubs against Frank and he’s suddenly aware that they’re both hard. Ok, so there hasn’t been that much friction but there’s been lips and sucking and they are seventeen. Frank instantly blushes, embarrassed even though Gerard doesn’t seem too shy about pushing his boner against Frank’s thigh. He grips Gerard’s sides through his t-shirt and ruts up against him, slowly slipping one hand further on to Gerard’s back to pull him down, hard and close. Gerard pushes a knee between Frank’s shaking thigh and connects them together, slotted awkward against each other.
“Gerard,” Frank whispers, “Gerard, Gerard,” he chants quietly as they slide and thrust unevenly against each other. It’s awkward but bliss. Frank throws himself constantly between arousal and embarrassment, whispering Gerard’s name like a prayer and then biting down hard on his lip, unless Gerard’s are there to stop him. Gerard likes kissing Frank, he likes it a lot. He likes moving against him too, grinding in to him so hard he loses himself in Frank’s fragile little whispers. In a moment of bravery, Frank bites Gerard’s shoulder and ruts up sharp against him. Gerard groans, quickly rolling his hips forward and smirking at Frank and his stupidly adorable steamed glasses. Frank pants and smiles, blushing.
Gerard’s going to make them come, he’s decided. He kisses Frank, hard and sloppy, before gripping the bed sheets and pushing, thrusting and grinding against Frank full force. Frank holds on the best he can as he’s forced in to the mattress, Gerard grunting and sweating above him. The air is hot and moist and Frank feels the pressure in his toes and upwards until it becomes slowly too much. He fists Gerard’s hair and jolts as he comes, pressing his thigh hard against Gerard’s crotch as he ruts and flails against it before coming himself a few seconds later. It’s sticky and slick and gross and completely and utterly awesome. Gerard stays motionless on top of Frank, their chests moving and slowing together as the air filters back to breathable again.
“Fuck,” he breathes. Frank couldn’t agree more. He takes off his glasses and squints down at Gerard who smiles up at him with wide dark eyes. “Hi,” he says.
“Hey,” Frank answers, wiping his glasses against his shirt and putting them back on again.
“That was awesome.”
“Yeah, it was.” There’s more silence. It’s comfortable and lulling as Frank feels himself tire and the stains around him go cold.
“I don’t have to start paying for tutoring now do I?” Gerard asks, to which Frank scoffs and pushes him off the bed. He lands with a thud but laughs still.