Delinquent [13/24]
Delinquent [13/24] by all_tattooed
Frank/Gerard [NC-17 - language, violence, crime, mentions of drugs & alcohol, sex ...etc.]
RPS. Don't know. Don't own. No harm intended.
~4191 words.
Summary: When Frank goes to Juvy, his counselor reforms him in a questionable manner.
Thanks to skelterellax for beta'ing. xo
Con-Crit welcome. Comments are nice.
Chapter 12
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Chapter 13
Still trying to catch his breath, Frank let his hands slowly slip away from his counselor’s hips and he took a step back to rest against the shower wall. His lids were heavy as he watched Gerard’s seemingly limp body flop onto the floor next to his feet, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he combed his fingers through his hair.
Smiling down at the man below him, Frank had to admit, he wasn’t expecting Gerard to so willingly have sex with him. Although Gerard should have been thinking the same thing about Frank, fact was, Frank was not the one who would end up arrested if they were to be caught out. He really did think the man had some boundaries at least, some common sense and an extensive knowledge for what was right and what was wrong, but apparently he didn’t and as much as he wished it weren’t true, Frank fucking loved him for it.
The pair were silent, no sound other than the soft beating of water still pouring over them. Gerard looked up at the teen and smiled back softly, his bright eyes hiding behind his wet fringe and at that very moment Frank could have sworn he felt himself falling. These moments happened too often today, it seemed that everything his counselor did, every face he pulled and even the ones he didn’t; just the way he looked, the way he was was keeping him in overdrive. He had only been with him for one whole day, but that one whole day felt like forever so the thought of returning to Juvy tomorrow and only having the chance to see him two hours a week was already too hard to handle.
With a soft sigh, Frank moved from the wall and held out his hands for his counselor to take a hold of, deciding that they still had the night to waste away with each other so he wasn’t going to let what he couldn’t have get the better of him.
Gerard turned off the taps before stepping out of the cubicle, the mix of cool air and Frank’s fingers tracing over the water droplets on his back sending a shiver through his nerves and quickly he searched the room for a towel, but with no luck.
“Fuck Mikey,” He muttered, turning to face Frank and rub at his arms to keep him warm as he continued to mumble about his little brother’s lack of available linen. “Wait here.” He told him, placing a kiss on the teen’s forehead before rushing out of the bathroom.
Frank didn’t say anything, he just remained planted on the spot Gerard had left him, a rather shy smile gracing his face when heard the older man call for him, “Hey Frankie?”
“Yep?” He answered, still shivering.
Gerard made his way back into the bathroom, towel wrapped snugly around him and another in his hand for Frank. He stalked over to the teen, opening the towel and wrapping it around the boy’s hips for him, pulling him closer as he did. “Remember last week, when I told you to think of this as a first date?”
Frank raised his head a little and looked straight in his counselor’s eyes, seemingly trying to recall the moment Gerard was talking about, although he’d never actually forgotten it. “Kinda, yeah. How come?”
Gerard’s hand’s slipped away from the boy’s hips and he brushed Frank’s fringe to the side of his face, twisting the ends between his fingers before answering, “Well, I wanna take you out, tonight,” and sounding a little unsure of himself.
Frank let out a breathy scoff, trying to keep himself from actually laughing. If he didn’t know any better he would have sworn his counselor was actually a school boy. Gerard may be capable of causing mental agony when in his office, but out of it, he sometimes failed at self-confidence, or maybe it was just Frank.
“Mr. Way…” Frank started, getting to his tip-toes and brushing his mouth along the older man’s cheek, “…are you asking me on an official date?”
Gerard pursed his lips together for a moment to hide his smirk. “Maybe. Yes. Yes I am.” He answered, before cupping the boy’s chin and placing a short kiss on his lips.
“Can you buy me flowers?” Frank asked, quite seriously. However, Gerard still wasn’t sure whether or not he was kidding.
“Really?”
“Yeah. As long as they’re not yellow. Yellow flowers are for funerals.”
Gerard nodded rather quickly. “Okay. Sure. Well I’m gonna get dressed, our reservation is for seven o’clock.” He smiled, before kissing the boy again and walking away.
For the second time within a matter of minutes, Frank was left standing in the bathroom by himself, however this time he was a little confused. “You already booked us in somewhere?” He called, making his way out into the hallway in search of his counselor.
“Yeah.” He heard the older man reply, as if it were obvious.
Frank made his way into the guest room, eyebrows stitched together and half-smiling as he took a seat on the end of the bed. “Oh really? And what if I had said I didn’t want to go out with you?”
Pulling his pants on, Gerard rolled his eyes and hopped a couple of steps to turn and face the teen. “I guess that would make me a big idiot. But since you did say yes I suppose that makes me incredibly intelligent.”
Frank sighed and fell back on the bed, though keeping his eyes on his counselor as he struggled to put on a shirt. “Let me touch you.” He said quietly, everything about the man getting the better of him once again.
“What?”
Frank smirked and half sat up, resting on his elbows. “Come here so I can touch you.” A little louder.
Gerard mirrored the teen’s expression as he walked the few steps it took to reach him on the bed and instead of saying anything, he crawled over the boy’s body, tangled his fingers in his wet hair and ran his tongue along his bottom lip, pulling his head back as he did; exposing his neck. Frank’s hot breath travelled up Gerard’s face as his mouth opened and tongue found his counselor’s. Gerard shuffled himself further up Frank’s body, straddling his hips as he pushed his tongue inside the teen’s mouth, his fingers still twisted in his hair. Frank’s hand gripped around the back of Gerard’s neck as he kissed the older man back and Gerard began to grind his crotch hard over the boy’s own a few times before pulling back and smiling wickedly.
“Okay, I’m just going to head out for a minute.” He announced, removing himself from both Frank and the bed completely. “I won’t be long so, be ready when I get back.”
“Thanks, man.” Frank scoffed as he sat back up.
“It’s no problem.” Gerard grinned, before kicking his shoes on and walking out of the room.
***
After getting himself ready, Frank was seated in the living room waiting for Gerard to return. It had been about thirty minutes since he had left and Frank was beginning to wonder where the hell he had gotten to when he heard the ringing of a phone coming from somewhere in Mikey’s apartment.
Hurriedly, he got up from the lounge and began searching for it, recognizing the tone as Gerard’s and worried that something might have happened and that he was calling from a payphone.
Finding it under a pile of clothes in the bedroom, he fumbled for minute to get it open then quickly answered.
“Hello? Gerard?”
The other end was silent for a moment before an unfamiliar voice asked, “Who is this?”
Frank stalled, now that he knew it wasn’t his counselor on the other line he felt a little bad about answering the call in the first place. “Frank. Who are you?”
“Where’s Gerard?”
Frank’s eyebrows stitched together and for reasons even he was unsure of, he turned to look around the room. “Not here. Can I take a message?” He asked. Although this person was rather rude, Frank was getting worried that Gerard might get pissed off with him for answering his phone, so he had no other choice than to be polite.
“Just tell him Bert called. And tell him to make sure he calls back, I want to see him.”
The line went dead and Frank just froze. Staring blankly at the cream wall in front of him, his hand went limp and the phone fell onto the floor. Of all people, it had to be him, he thought. He took a few steps back until he knees hit the bed and he let himself lifelessly fall onto it, he didn’t want this to ruin his night, but that pulling in his stomach was forcing him to think that it already had.
If Frank had had the time to process anything he was thinking he was sure he would have walked out of Mikey’s apartment right after he realized that there was a possibility of his counselor getting back together with Bert. He reasoned that this was probably the first time Bert had tried to make contact with Gerard for a long time, but it didn’t make the situation any easier for him to stand up against, fact was, Gerard was in love with this guy at one point and that meant a small part of him still very well could be. Just as he was torturing himself with sheer paranoia, Gerard walked through the bedroom door sporting a toothy grin and bearing plastic bags, seemingly filled with bottles.
“Hey, Frankie, up for some underage drinking?” He chirped, placing the bags on the floor and plonking himself on the bed next to the teen. “I got so much vodka we could probably bathe in it…” He paused, thinking for a moment. “…hey do you think that if …nah, that’s silly.” He stopped himself.
“Shut up, Gerard.” Frank spat, his face drained of emotion.
Gerard laughed softly as he leaned down to place a kiss on the teen’s forehead, mumbling for the boy to ‘shut up’ himself. Frank couldn’t bring himself to laughing though. He shuffled rather quickly away from the older man and stood up at the end of the bed.
“No, seriously. Fuck off.” He told him, his eyes fixating on the door as if he were ready to run out of it.
Gerard looked up confused as he stood from the bed and tried to approach Frank again. “What happened? What’s going on?” He asked, taking his steps cautiously.
“You’re little boyfriend called, said he wants to meet up with you.” Frank didn’t want to waste his time tip-toeing around what had just happened. A part of him knew he couldn’t instantly blame the man for Bert calling, but mostly he just didn’t care.
Gerard groaned. “Oh, you mean that guy from the video store?” He asked, seemingly frustrated as he sat back on the bed again. “I know, I’ve had Anchor Man at my place for like, ever, and he just keeps calling. I’m like, ‘dude, you’re not getting you’re dvd back.”
“Gerard, shut up!” Frank yelled. “It wasn’t the video shop guy, it was fucking Bert!”
Gerard’s face dropped and sat up straight. “Wait, Bert? Bert? Bert called me? On my phone? Bert did?”
“Yes ,Gerard, Bert did. On your phone.” Frank confirmed, mocking the amount of questions his counselor asked.
“But I have my phone.”
Frank took a deep breath, the fact the Gerard was not taking this seriously at all was making him far more annoyed than he thought possible. “No! You don’t! It’s right there, on the floor.” He pointed out, “Fuck, Gerard, why the hell is he calling you?”
Gerard stuttered for a moment, because he honestly had no idea. “Frank, stop. I don’t know, okay? I don’t know. I haven’t spoken to the guy in fucking months. How was I supposed to know he was going to call?”
Frank just sighed. He had no answer for Gerard. He knew he couldn’t have known, didn’t change that he called though and it wasn’t going to stop Frank from being spiteful enough to take it out on Gerard.
“Whatever,” he breathed, making his way out of the room, but stopping in the doorway to add, “The guys a dick by the way so, next time you fuck him, make sure you tell him to fix up his phone manner.” before walking out.
Gerard stood quickly to follow, calling out to him. He wanted this fixed and he wanted it fixed now. “Frank!” The teen ignored him and just kept walking. “Frank! Come on, this is stupid. Frank?”
Without even turning back, Frank walked into the bathroom, slammed the door closed and locked it. He needed to get over this himself. He needed to get away from Gerard to realize how irrational he was being.
***
After twenty minutes of self-pity, Frank stood from the bathroom floor and wiped his eyes free of tears that had come out of pure frustration with himself for not being able to think reasonably. He straightened his clothes and fixed his hair when he heard a soft knock on the door.
“Frankie? Can I come in?” Gerard sounded gently from the other side.
Frank smiled softly and wondered how it was that both times he had had a tantrum, Gerard had remained level-headed about the situation, enough for him to get over it all on his own. He dragged himself over to the door and opened it slightly, just enough to poke his head out.
He smiled when he saw his counselor standing their shyly and holding out a bunch of pink flowers for him. “Make up?” The man asked gently, his head slightly tilted.
“You’re a dork.” Frank shook his head, overwhelmed by just how adorable the sight of Gerard holding up a bunch of flowers was. He opened the door further and stepped out, accepting the flowers and taking in their scent.
“I’m sorry, Frankie.” Gerard sighed, wrapping an arm around the teen’s waist and placing short kisses almost all over his face. “You shouldn’t have had to speak to him.”
“No…” Frank started, “...I’m sorry. I’m a dick. I just...” He paused again and looked apologetically up at his counselor, “...I was, this is so lame but, I was scared. God, I’m a girl.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Gerard, I’m holding pink flowers and I’m about to go on a date with a man.” Frank raised his eyebrows.
Gerard laughed, “You’re so gay.”
“I know.”
“Did you always know?” Gerard asked, looking at his curiously. He didn’t know how this topic hadn’t been brought up before.
“No, but I still kinda like girls.”
“Which girls?” Gerard asked sternly, placing his hands on his hips. “Give me their names and addresses.”
Frank pulled a face and shrugged. “Just girls with boobs.”
“Well that’s going to be a lot of addresses.” Gerard considered.
“Can we just go now and forget that I’m an idiot?” Frank asked as he headed for the front door.
Gerard followed him, subconsciously staring at the boys hips as he walked. “You’re sexy,” he stated, catching up to him and wrapping his arms around him from behind. Frank laughed softly as he placed his flowers on the kitchen bench before he took Gerard’s hand and together they left the apartment.
***
Frank still felt a simple ‘sorry’ wasn’t enough for the way he reacted to Bert’s phone call. He liked Gerard too much to lose the relationship they had -even though he still wasn’t exactly certain what that was, and he didn’t want to be the sort of person who would eventually drive him away through jealousy. He had never thought too deeply about it, but Frank knew he was the jealous type for many reasons. Never having had someone he wanted to hold onto so much being the main one, and also the fact that he had never been in a actual relationship before.
He had so many things in his life he needed to move on from before he could call himself any sort of decent boyfriend for Gerard, only thing was, he needed to Gerard to help him move on from them, because he knew he wouldn’t bother otherwise.
***
After a short taxi ride to downtown New York, the pair arrived just outside the restaurant Gerard had booked only a few minutes late. The night was fresh and the air had a cool sting to it, informing the city’s residents that winter was well on its way. The streets were bustling with people, shoppers, workers, couples and families rushing about as they talked, laughed and screamed, the amount of people was a little overwhelming, but really, Gerard hadn’t expected anything less. He gripped Frank’s hand, shuffled his sleeve down a little to keep it warm and began to force his way along the sidewalks, keeping the kid as close to him as possible.
“You ever been to New York, Frankie?” Gerard asked as they walked through the restaurant doors.
“Once, I was only about eight though. It was Christmas and my aunt brought me here for a couple of days. Probably the best Christmas I ever had.”
Gerard smiled. “Get’s pretty busy, huh?”
“I hate it.”
They reached the booking stand where Gerard subtly let go of Frank’s hand and smiled at the young girl who would soon seat them. “Hello there. I have a reservation for ‘Way’.”
The girl smiled back with a short nod and glanced at Frank then back at Gerard before looking through the book in front of her.
“Would you like a booth or a table?” She asked, pulling two menus out from under the counter.
“Booth or table, babe?” Gerard had rushed his words so quickly he hadn’t even noticed the little pet name he had thrown in for Frank, but Frank had noticed.
His eyes widened and he looked back at the girl who was still just smiling pleasantly at the both of them.
“Booth is fine,” Gerard answered, stepping aside and taking Frank’s hand again. “You okay?” He asked as they followed the hostess to their seats.
Frank smiled up at him, nodding quickly. “Yeah, yeah. I’m cool.”
“Just here guys,” The young girl announced, coming to a halt and placing the menus on the table she had stopped at.
Frank and Gerard took their seats opposite one another, Gerard rubbing his hands together excitedly as he stared at the boy.
“Can I get you each a drink before you order?”
“Um, Frank? Drink?” Gerard asked.
“Nah, thanks.”
Gerard looked back up at the hostess. “We’re fine. Thank you.”
“Not a problem.” She smiled, adding, “Your waiter will be with you soon,” before walking away.
The pair were silent as they just looked at each other for a moment. Soon Frank lowered his head, his fringe falling in front of his face and Gerard starting to look curiously around the room, even though he’d been to this restaurant too often. Their sudden awkwardness hadn’t come on its own so much as it had come because a part of both of them had wanted it to. The fact that they had already slept together was irrelevant, this was their first ‘date’ and they still felt like new to each other so it was hardly surprising that their situation was a little nerve-wracking.
Frank let out a breathy laugh and looked back up at his counselor as he remembered back to the first session they had together, in which Gerard had asked him if he was a turtle. If someone had told Frank then that two weeks later the man would absent mindedly call him ‘babe’ he wouldn’t have believed it. He wouldn’t have believed that there was more to Gerard than sarcasm, torment and depravity and he wouldn’t have believed that through it all he would have fallen for him.
“Remember our first session, Gee?” Frank asked, smiling wildly.
Gerard smirked, fiddling with his cutlery. “Yeah. You were the best though, I’ve seriously never gotten that kind of reaction from any of the kids before.”
“What do you mean? What did I do?”
“Just everything you said, all the answers to my questions. Also, I will never forget what you asked me,” Gerard sat up straight in his seat, pulled his fringe across his face and made a voice to imitate the teen, “’Do I have to call you ‘Mr. Way’? It bothers me.’ I wanted to both punch and kiss you right then.”
Frank laughed, throwing his head back. “God, yes. I wish you actually did write those questions down. I thought you were the biggest dick ...I still kinda do actually.”
“No you don’t. You love me,” Gerard told him as he pretended to read his menu and as much as Frank wanted to tell him that, yeah, he did, he just couldn’t.
They were quiet again and for lack of anything better to do, Frank looked up and scanned the restaurant, noticing a few of the patrons giving him and Gerard what seemed to be dirty glances every now and then. It could have just been paranoia, but either way it was making him all of a sudden feel uncomfortable and a little annoyed.
“Why did you have to bring us to a primarily straight restaurant?” He asked his counselor quietly through gritted teeth.
Gerard’s head shot up quickly at the break in silence and he pulled at face at the boy, “Oh, I’m sorry Frank, I didn’t know there were,” he made quotation marks, “’primarily’ gay restaurants around, besides were not only gay couple here, look at those girls over there.” He gestured to a couple of girls seated a few tables away.
Frank glanced over at the two before turning back to the older man. “Are you kidding? They’re mother and daughter, look at them.”
Gerard quickly looked over at the girls again. “So what? If you’re that worried we can pretend we’re brothers, no one knows we fuck.”
Frank straightened in his seat, noticing the small family seated behind his counselor staring at them in shock, the young mother slowly placing her hands over her daughter’s ears. The smile Gerard was sporting for his earlier ‘great’ suggestion soon faltered when he realized the teen was staring straight over his shoulder, seemingly trying to pull a cover-up face and he turned around slowly to see what had caught the boy’s attention.
“Oh no, he’s not my brother…” Gerard started, smiling innocently at waving cutely at the kid. The husbands lips pursed in disgust. “…he’s my student.” He explained; like that was any less immoral.
“You’re an idiot.” Frank scolded as the man turned back to face him.
“What?”
“He’s my student? I’m sure they feel much more relieved about the sort of person you are, now.” Frank lifted his menu high as so to cover his face. Taking him out for dinner was a nice gesture no doubt, but it was apparent that Gerard just didn’t know when to shut his mouth.
Gerard sighed, he was getting rather tired of this, he didn’t understand why what other people thought was bothering Frank so much. “Well, what would you rather? Student or incest?” His asked, raising his volume, sarcasm lacing his voice.
“Did you just yell incest in a restaurant?” Frank’s brow furrowed as he peaked over the menu.
Gerard hands flailed and he rolled his eyes, “Frank, stop worrying about it. Now lean over the table and kiss me.”
He’s kidding right? Frank asked himself. As much as he wanted to there was no way he was going to do that. “No Gerard, Jesus!” He lowered his menu, leaned forward a little and whispered, “What if someone you know happens to see us, huh?”
Gerard smirked and without even thinking about what the teen had said, he moved forward quickly, gripped his hand around the back of his neck and kissed him long and hard before letting him go and sitting back in his seat, looking like nothing had happened. “Now what?” He muttered, raising an eyebrow at Frank, who still looked taken off guard.
“Now Mr. and Mrs. Pleasant there,” he subtly gestured to the family behind Gerard, “are going to dob you in and I’m going to be by myself.”
Right then Gerard could have sworn he heart stopped beating. He had never even thought about what would happen to Frank if they were to suddenly be ripped away from one another. It may have been dramatic, but he was sure that what was going on between them would not be taken lightly in anyone’s point of view and with that, he realized his little brother was right, he had to be a lot more careful.
“Frank,” He said softly, “I promise I’m not going anywhere. I mean, if, if that’s what you want.”
Frank smiled and dropped his head before looking back up at his counselor. “Of course that’s what I want.”
Chapter 14
Frank/Gerard [NC-17 - language, violence, crime, mentions of drugs & alcohol, sex ...etc.]
RPS. Don't know. Don't own. No harm intended.
~4191 words.
Summary: When Frank goes to Juvy, his counselor reforms him in a questionable manner.
Thanks to skelterellax for beta'ing. xo
Con-Crit welcome. Comments are nice.
Chapter 12
***
Chapter 13
Still trying to catch his breath, Frank let his hands slowly slip away from his counselor’s hips and he took a step back to rest against the shower wall. His lids were heavy as he watched Gerard’s seemingly limp body flop onto the floor next to his feet, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he combed his fingers through his hair.
Smiling down at the man below him, Frank had to admit, he wasn’t expecting Gerard to so willingly have sex with him. Although Gerard should have been thinking the same thing about Frank, fact was, Frank was not the one who would end up arrested if they were to be caught out. He really did think the man had some boundaries at least, some common sense and an extensive knowledge for what was right and what was wrong, but apparently he didn’t and as much as he wished it weren’t true, Frank fucking loved him for it.
The pair were silent, no sound other than the soft beating of water still pouring over them. Gerard looked up at the teen and smiled back softly, his bright eyes hiding behind his wet fringe and at that very moment Frank could have sworn he felt himself falling. These moments happened too often today, it seemed that everything his counselor did, every face he pulled and even the ones he didn’t; just the way he looked, the way he was was keeping him in overdrive. He had only been with him for one whole day, but that one whole day felt like forever so the thought of returning to Juvy tomorrow and only having the chance to see him two hours a week was already too hard to handle.
With a soft sigh, Frank moved from the wall and held out his hands for his counselor to take a hold of, deciding that they still had the night to waste away with each other so he wasn’t going to let what he couldn’t have get the better of him.
Gerard turned off the taps before stepping out of the cubicle, the mix of cool air and Frank’s fingers tracing over the water droplets on his back sending a shiver through his nerves and quickly he searched the room for a towel, but with no luck.
“Fuck Mikey,” He muttered, turning to face Frank and rub at his arms to keep him warm as he continued to mumble about his little brother’s lack of available linen. “Wait here.” He told him, placing a kiss on the teen’s forehead before rushing out of the bathroom.
Frank didn’t say anything, he just remained planted on the spot Gerard had left him, a rather shy smile gracing his face when heard the older man call for him, “Hey Frankie?”
“Yep?” He answered, still shivering.
Gerard made his way back into the bathroom, towel wrapped snugly around him and another in his hand for Frank. He stalked over to the teen, opening the towel and wrapping it around the boy’s hips for him, pulling him closer as he did. “Remember last week, when I told you to think of this as a first date?”
Frank raised his head a little and looked straight in his counselor’s eyes, seemingly trying to recall the moment Gerard was talking about, although he’d never actually forgotten it. “Kinda, yeah. How come?”
Gerard’s hand’s slipped away from the boy’s hips and he brushed Frank’s fringe to the side of his face, twisting the ends between his fingers before answering, “Well, I wanna take you out, tonight,” and sounding a little unsure of himself.
Frank let out a breathy scoff, trying to keep himself from actually laughing. If he didn’t know any better he would have sworn his counselor was actually a school boy. Gerard may be capable of causing mental agony when in his office, but out of it, he sometimes failed at self-confidence, or maybe it was just Frank.
“Mr. Way…” Frank started, getting to his tip-toes and brushing his mouth along the older man’s cheek, “…are you asking me on an official date?”
Gerard pursed his lips together for a moment to hide his smirk. “Maybe. Yes. Yes I am.” He answered, before cupping the boy’s chin and placing a short kiss on his lips.
“Can you buy me flowers?” Frank asked, quite seriously. However, Gerard still wasn’t sure whether or not he was kidding.
“Really?”
“Yeah. As long as they’re not yellow. Yellow flowers are for funerals.”
Gerard nodded rather quickly. “Okay. Sure. Well I’m gonna get dressed, our reservation is for seven o’clock.” He smiled, before kissing the boy again and walking away.
For the second time within a matter of minutes, Frank was left standing in the bathroom by himself, however this time he was a little confused. “You already booked us in somewhere?” He called, making his way out into the hallway in search of his counselor.
“Yeah.” He heard the older man reply, as if it were obvious.
Frank made his way into the guest room, eyebrows stitched together and half-smiling as he took a seat on the end of the bed. “Oh really? And what if I had said I didn’t want to go out with you?”
Pulling his pants on, Gerard rolled his eyes and hopped a couple of steps to turn and face the teen. “I guess that would make me a big idiot. But since you did say yes I suppose that makes me incredibly intelligent.”
Frank sighed and fell back on the bed, though keeping his eyes on his counselor as he struggled to put on a shirt. “Let me touch you.” He said quietly, everything about the man getting the better of him once again.
“What?”
Frank smirked and half sat up, resting on his elbows. “Come here so I can touch you.” A little louder.
Gerard mirrored the teen’s expression as he walked the few steps it took to reach him on the bed and instead of saying anything, he crawled over the boy’s body, tangled his fingers in his wet hair and ran his tongue along his bottom lip, pulling his head back as he did; exposing his neck. Frank’s hot breath travelled up Gerard’s face as his mouth opened and tongue found his counselor’s. Gerard shuffled himself further up Frank’s body, straddling his hips as he pushed his tongue inside the teen’s mouth, his fingers still twisted in his hair. Frank’s hand gripped around the back of Gerard’s neck as he kissed the older man back and Gerard began to grind his crotch hard over the boy’s own a few times before pulling back and smiling wickedly.
“Okay, I’m just going to head out for a minute.” He announced, removing himself from both Frank and the bed completely. “I won’t be long so, be ready when I get back.”
“Thanks, man.” Frank scoffed as he sat back up.
“It’s no problem.” Gerard grinned, before kicking his shoes on and walking out of the room.
***
After getting himself ready, Frank was seated in the living room waiting for Gerard to return. It had been about thirty minutes since he had left and Frank was beginning to wonder where the hell he had gotten to when he heard the ringing of a phone coming from somewhere in Mikey’s apartment.
Hurriedly, he got up from the lounge and began searching for it, recognizing the tone as Gerard’s and worried that something might have happened and that he was calling from a payphone.
Finding it under a pile of clothes in the bedroom, he fumbled for minute to get it open then quickly answered.
“Hello? Gerard?”
The other end was silent for a moment before an unfamiliar voice asked, “Who is this?”
Frank stalled, now that he knew it wasn’t his counselor on the other line he felt a little bad about answering the call in the first place. “Frank. Who are you?”
“Where’s Gerard?”
Frank’s eyebrows stitched together and for reasons even he was unsure of, he turned to look around the room. “Not here. Can I take a message?” He asked. Although this person was rather rude, Frank was getting worried that Gerard might get pissed off with him for answering his phone, so he had no other choice than to be polite.
“Just tell him Bert called. And tell him to make sure he calls back, I want to see him.”
The line went dead and Frank just froze. Staring blankly at the cream wall in front of him, his hand went limp and the phone fell onto the floor. Of all people, it had to be him, he thought. He took a few steps back until he knees hit the bed and he let himself lifelessly fall onto it, he didn’t want this to ruin his night, but that pulling in his stomach was forcing him to think that it already had.
If Frank had had the time to process anything he was thinking he was sure he would have walked out of Mikey’s apartment right after he realized that there was a possibility of his counselor getting back together with Bert. He reasoned that this was probably the first time Bert had tried to make contact with Gerard for a long time, but it didn’t make the situation any easier for him to stand up against, fact was, Gerard was in love with this guy at one point and that meant a small part of him still very well could be. Just as he was torturing himself with sheer paranoia, Gerard walked through the bedroom door sporting a toothy grin and bearing plastic bags, seemingly filled with bottles.
“Hey, Frankie, up for some underage drinking?” He chirped, placing the bags on the floor and plonking himself on the bed next to the teen. “I got so much vodka we could probably bathe in it…” He paused, thinking for a moment. “…hey do you think that if …nah, that’s silly.” He stopped himself.
“Shut up, Gerard.” Frank spat, his face drained of emotion.
Gerard laughed softly as he leaned down to place a kiss on the teen’s forehead, mumbling for the boy to ‘shut up’ himself. Frank couldn’t bring himself to laughing though. He shuffled rather quickly away from the older man and stood up at the end of the bed.
“No, seriously. Fuck off.” He told him, his eyes fixating on the door as if he were ready to run out of it.
Gerard looked up confused as he stood from the bed and tried to approach Frank again. “What happened? What’s going on?” He asked, taking his steps cautiously.
“You’re little boyfriend called, said he wants to meet up with you.” Frank didn’t want to waste his time tip-toeing around what had just happened. A part of him knew he couldn’t instantly blame the man for Bert calling, but mostly he just didn’t care.
Gerard groaned. “Oh, you mean that guy from the video store?” He asked, seemingly frustrated as he sat back on the bed again. “I know, I’ve had Anchor Man at my place for like, ever, and he just keeps calling. I’m like, ‘dude, you’re not getting you’re dvd back.”
“Gerard, shut up!” Frank yelled. “It wasn’t the video shop guy, it was fucking Bert!”
Gerard’s face dropped and sat up straight. “Wait, Bert? Bert? Bert called me? On my phone? Bert did?”
“Yes ,Gerard, Bert did. On your phone.” Frank confirmed, mocking the amount of questions his counselor asked.
“But I have my phone.”
Frank took a deep breath, the fact the Gerard was not taking this seriously at all was making him far more annoyed than he thought possible. “No! You don’t! It’s right there, on the floor.” He pointed out, “Fuck, Gerard, why the hell is he calling you?”
Gerard stuttered for a moment, because he honestly had no idea. “Frank, stop. I don’t know, okay? I don’t know. I haven’t spoken to the guy in fucking months. How was I supposed to know he was going to call?”
Frank just sighed. He had no answer for Gerard. He knew he couldn’t have known, didn’t change that he called though and it wasn’t going to stop Frank from being spiteful enough to take it out on Gerard.
“Whatever,” he breathed, making his way out of the room, but stopping in the doorway to add, “The guys a dick by the way so, next time you fuck him, make sure you tell him to fix up his phone manner.” before walking out.
Gerard stood quickly to follow, calling out to him. He wanted this fixed and he wanted it fixed now. “Frank!” The teen ignored him and just kept walking. “Frank! Come on, this is stupid. Frank?”
Without even turning back, Frank walked into the bathroom, slammed the door closed and locked it. He needed to get over this himself. He needed to get away from Gerard to realize how irrational he was being.
***
After twenty minutes of self-pity, Frank stood from the bathroom floor and wiped his eyes free of tears that had come out of pure frustration with himself for not being able to think reasonably. He straightened his clothes and fixed his hair when he heard a soft knock on the door.
“Frankie? Can I come in?” Gerard sounded gently from the other side.
Frank smiled softly and wondered how it was that both times he had had a tantrum, Gerard had remained level-headed about the situation, enough for him to get over it all on his own. He dragged himself over to the door and opened it slightly, just enough to poke his head out.
He smiled when he saw his counselor standing their shyly and holding out a bunch of pink flowers for him. “Make up?” The man asked gently, his head slightly tilted.
“You’re a dork.” Frank shook his head, overwhelmed by just how adorable the sight of Gerard holding up a bunch of flowers was. He opened the door further and stepped out, accepting the flowers and taking in their scent.
“I’m sorry, Frankie.” Gerard sighed, wrapping an arm around the teen’s waist and placing short kisses almost all over his face. “You shouldn’t have had to speak to him.”
“No…” Frank started, “...I’m sorry. I’m a dick. I just...” He paused again and looked apologetically up at his counselor, “...I was, this is so lame but, I was scared. God, I’m a girl.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Gerard, I’m holding pink flowers and I’m about to go on a date with a man.” Frank raised his eyebrows.
Gerard laughed, “You’re so gay.”
“I know.”
“Did you always know?” Gerard asked, looking at his curiously. He didn’t know how this topic hadn’t been brought up before.
“No, but I still kinda like girls.”
“Which girls?” Gerard asked sternly, placing his hands on his hips. “Give me their names and addresses.”
Frank pulled a face and shrugged. “Just girls with boobs.”
“Well that’s going to be a lot of addresses.” Gerard considered.
“Can we just go now and forget that I’m an idiot?” Frank asked as he headed for the front door.
Gerard followed him, subconsciously staring at the boys hips as he walked. “You’re sexy,” he stated, catching up to him and wrapping his arms around him from behind. Frank laughed softly as he placed his flowers on the kitchen bench before he took Gerard’s hand and together they left the apartment.
***
Frank still felt a simple ‘sorry’ wasn’t enough for the way he reacted to Bert’s phone call. He liked Gerard too much to lose the relationship they had -even though he still wasn’t exactly certain what that was, and he didn’t want to be the sort of person who would eventually drive him away through jealousy. He had never thought too deeply about it, but Frank knew he was the jealous type for many reasons. Never having had someone he wanted to hold onto so much being the main one, and also the fact that he had never been in a actual relationship before.
He had so many things in his life he needed to move on from before he could call himself any sort of decent boyfriend for Gerard, only thing was, he needed to Gerard to help him move on from them, because he knew he wouldn’t bother otherwise.
***
After a short taxi ride to downtown New York, the pair arrived just outside the restaurant Gerard had booked only a few minutes late. The night was fresh and the air had a cool sting to it, informing the city’s residents that winter was well on its way. The streets were bustling with people, shoppers, workers, couples and families rushing about as they talked, laughed and screamed, the amount of people was a little overwhelming, but really, Gerard hadn’t expected anything less. He gripped Frank’s hand, shuffled his sleeve down a little to keep it warm and began to force his way along the sidewalks, keeping the kid as close to him as possible.
“You ever been to New York, Frankie?” Gerard asked as they walked through the restaurant doors.
“Once, I was only about eight though. It was Christmas and my aunt brought me here for a couple of days. Probably the best Christmas I ever had.”
Gerard smiled. “Get’s pretty busy, huh?”
“I hate it.”
They reached the booking stand where Gerard subtly let go of Frank’s hand and smiled at the young girl who would soon seat them. “Hello there. I have a reservation for ‘Way’.”
The girl smiled back with a short nod and glanced at Frank then back at Gerard before looking through the book in front of her.
“Would you like a booth or a table?” She asked, pulling two menus out from under the counter.
“Booth or table, babe?” Gerard had rushed his words so quickly he hadn’t even noticed the little pet name he had thrown in for Frank, but Frank had noticed.
His eyes widened and he looked back at the girl who was still just smiling pleasantly at the both of them.
“Booth is fine,” Gerard answered, stepping aside and taking Frank’s hand again. “You okay?” He asked as they followed the hostess to their seats.
Frank smiled up at him, nodding quickly. “Yeah, yeah. I’m cool.”
“Just here guys,” The young girl announced, coming to a halt and placing the menus on the table she had stopped at.
Frank and Gerard took their seats opposite one another, Gerard rubbing his hands together excitedly as he stared at the boy.
“Can I get you each a drink before you order?”
“Um, Frank? Drink?” Gerard asked.
“Nah, thanks.”
Gerard looked back up at the hostess. “We’re fine. Thank you.”
“Not a problem.” She smiled, adding, “Your waiter will be with you soon,” before walking away.
The pair were silent as they just looked at each other for a moment. Soon Frank lowered his head, his fringe falling in front of his face and Gerard starting to look curiously around the room, even though he’d been to this restaurant too often. Their sudden awkwardness hadn’t come on its own so much as it had come because a part of both of them had wanted it to. The fact that they had already slept together was irrelevant, this was their first ‘date’ and they still felt like new to each other so it was hardly surprising that their situation was a little nerve-wracking.
Frank let out a breathy laugh and looked back up at his counselor as he remembered back to the first session they had together, in which Gerard had asked him if he was a turtle. If someone had told Frank then that two weeks later the man would absent mindedly call him ‘babe’ he wouldn’t have believed it. He wouldn’t have believed that there was more to Gerard than sarcasm, torment and depravity and he wouldn’t have believed that through it all he would have fallen for him.
“Remember our first session, Gee?” Frank asked, smiling wildly.
Gerard smirked, fiddling with his cutlery. “Yeah. You were the best though, I’ve seriously never gotten that kind of reaction from any of the kids before.”
“What do you mean? What did I do?”
“Just everything you said, all the answers to my questions. Also, I will never forget what you asked me,” Gerard sat up straight in his seat, pulled his fringe across his face and made a voice to imitate the teen, “’Do I have to call you ‘Mr. Way’? It bothers me.’ I wanted to both punch and kiss you right then.”
Frank laughed, throwing his head back. “God, yes. I wish you actually did write those questions down. I thought you were the biggest dick ...I still kinda do actually.”
“No you don’t. You love me,” Gerard told him as he pretended to read his menu and as much as Frank wanted to tell him that, yeah, he did, he just couldn’t.
They were quiet again and for lack of anything better to do, Frank looked up and scanned the restaurant, noticing a few of the patrons giving him and Gerard what seemed to be dirty glances every now and then. It could have just been paranoia, but either way it was making him all of a sudden feel uncomfortable and a little annoyed.
“Why did you have to bring us to a primarily straight restaurant?” He asked his counselor quietly through gritted teeth.
Gerard’s head shot up quickly at the break in silence and he pulled at face at the boy, “Oh, I’m sorry Frank, I didn’t know there were,” he made quotation marks, “’primarily’ gay restaurants around, besides were not only gay couple here, look at those girls over there.” He gestured to a couple of girls seated a few tables away.
Frank glanced over at the two before turning back to the older man. “Are you kidding? They’re mother and daughter, look at them.”
Gerard quickly looked over at the girls again. “So what? If you’re that worried we can pretend we’re brothers, no one knows we fuck.”
Frank straightened in his seat, noticing the small family seated behind his counselor staring at them in shock, the young mother slowly placing her hands over her daughter’s ears. The smile Gerard was sporting for his earlier ‘great’ suggestion soon faltered when he realized the teen was staring straight over his shoulder, seemingly trying to pull a cover-up face and he turned around slowly to see what had caught the boy’s attention.
“Oh no, he’s not my brother…” Gerard started, smiling innocently at waving cutely at the kid. The husbands lips pursed in disgust. “…he’s my student.” He explained; like that was any less immoral.
“You’re an idiot.” Frank scolded as the man turned back to face him.
“What?”
“He’s my student? I’m sure they feel much more relieved about the sort of person you are, now.” Frank lifted his menu high as so to cover his face. Taking him out for dinner was a nice gesture no doubt, but it was apparent that Gerard just didn’t know when to shut his mouth.
Gerard sighed, he was getting rather tired of this, he didn’t understand why what other people thought was bothering Frank so much. “Well, what would you rather? Student or incest?” His asked, raising his volume, sarcasm lacing his voice.
“Did you just yell incest in a restaurant?” Frank’s brow furrowed as he peaked over the menu.
Gerard hands flailed and he rolled his eyes, “Frank, stop worrying about it. Now lean over the table and kiss me.”
He’s kidding right? Frank asked himself. As much as he wanted to there was no way he was going to do that. “No Gerard, Jesus!” He lowered his menu, leaned forward a little and whispered, “What if someone you know happens to see us, huh?”
Gerard smirked and without even thinking about what the teen had said, he moved forward quickly, gripped his hand around the back of his neck and kissed him long and hard before letting him go and sitting back in his seat, looking like nothing had happened. “Now what?” He muttered, raising an eyebrow at Frank, who still looked taken off guard.
“Now Mr. and Mrs. Pleasant there,” he subtly gestured to the family behind Gerard, “are going to dob you in and I’m going to be by myself.”
Right then Gerard could have sworn he heart stopped beating. He had never even thought about what would happen to Frank if they were to suddenly be ripped away from one another. It may have been dramatic, but he was sure that what was going on between them would not be taken lightly in anyone’s point of view and with that, he realized his little brother was right, he had to be a lot more careful.
“Frank,” He said softly, “I promise I’m not going anywhere. I mean, if, if that’s what you want.”
Frank smiled and dropped his head before looking back up at his counselor. “Of course that’s what I want.”
Chapter 14