Delinquent [15/24]
Delinquent [15/24] 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.
~3282 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 14
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Chapter 15
The sun poured though the window early the next morning, filling the guest bedroom of Mikey’s apartment with a warmth that to Frank felt much cooler than the heat radiating off Gerard’s body as he lay next to him. Their legs were tangled almost exactly the same way as they were when they had fallen asleep the night before, as if despite their tossing and turning they were simply unable to let go of one another. Gerard’s arm lay rested gently across Frank’s chest, his dark hair thrown messily over his face and his mouth sat slightly open as short content breaths escaped him.
Only half-awake, Frank shifted closer into Gerard’s body and ignored the nagging in the back of his mind that told him he needed to wake up right now, that he and Gerard needed to make a head-start on their road trip back to Jersey. He took his counselor’s hand into his own and interlaced their fingers, feeling Gerard squeeze his hand as he did so. His thoughts were blurry, but Frank liked this, it was just him and Gerard, alone and together, a thin bed sheet covering their lower bodies and the imaginary feeling that there was nothing they even had to care about.
That was until Gerard’s alarm rang painfully loudly throughout the room.
Frank’s face cringed as much as his sleepy muscles would allow and Gerard just pulled the boy in closer, making soft chewing noises as he slowly awoke.
“Stay here, Frankie.” He mumbled, kissing the teen’s back. “Stay.”
Frank smiled to himself, nuzzling to his pillow, however, the incessant screech of Gerard’s alarm was causing his fingers to twitch with the urge of giving the mattress underneath him one good punch. He groaned, rolling over and pressed his lips lazily against his counselor’s.
“Your alarm hurts.”
Gerard hummed, kissing Frank’s lips again a hundred times over. “I’m sorry, baby,” he replied groggily, his fingers trailing lightly up the boy’s back.
Frank’s eyes opened a little wider at his counselor’s choice of words and he just watched him for a moment, his lids fluttering so lightly he could have been imaging it and his lips curved into the weakest of smiles. He loved Gerard right then, he just, loved him.
“Shit!” Frank was knocked back a little as Gerard flew up in bed, his eyes darting around the room like he were being hunted. “What’s the time?” Mostly rhetorical. His hands scrambled around on the floor in search of his phone that was still buzzing to wake them.
“Frank, did you change the time on my alarm?” His eyes narrowing as he turned to face the teen.
Frank’s brow furrowed briefly before he answered. “Oh, yeah. I thought it wouldn’t really matter what time we got back.”
“What! Frank it’s almost fucking nine o’clock; I’m supposed to have you back by lunch.” He stood from the bed, his words flying rather harshly at Frank and he grabbed a towel from the end of the bed and wrapped it around his waist. “Now I have to speed. I wonder how many other fucking ways I can break the law this weekend.” His eyes stayed fixated on Franks’ as the boy remained calm in bed, a half-hearted smirk creeping on his face.
“I was kidding, Gerard. Why would I do that?”
Gerard was already halfway across the room when Frank spoke and he did a double-take back at the bed before realizing he was an idiot. “Asshole.” He spat as shuffled his way back over to the bed, mumbling, “Now I feel bad for yelling like that.”
“It’s okay.” Frank assured, sitting up in bed and leaning over to place short kisses below Gerard’s belly button, “I like your this part.” He ran a finger through the light trial of hair on his counselor stomach.
Gerard scoffed softly and just stood there a moment longer as Frank’s fingers continued to trace patterns above his towel.
“You know what it means, right?” Frank looked up at him.
“No, what does it mean?”
“It means sex. Like you just stand there like that and what you’re saying is, ‘That’s right, I’m Mr. Way,’ and then young boys just fall at your feet.”
Gerard tried to hide his face as he smiled furiously, massaging his temples slowly. “You’re amazing, Frank, really. I’m going to have a shower.” He shuffled the boy’s hair and sighed with adoration before walking away.
***
Despite that they were already running late, Gerard and Frank had taken another forty-five minutes before they finally made it out the door. Gerard threw the lasts of their things in the trunk of the car as Frank sat waiting, a little insulted after his counselor had told him the he was ‘too small to lift anything’.
Frank didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to have to go back to a life that had quickly become painfully routine. He wanted to be his own person again, whether it was with Gerard or not, he didn’t want to be under surveillance, he didn’t want to have a ‘bedtime’ and he most certainly didn’t want to have all of that for another five whole months. Gerard would do him a favor, right?
The older man closed the trunk and hopped into the car, sending Frank a quick smile before starting the engine. They remained silent as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the streets, Frank didn’t mind though, he was busy trying to word just how he would ask Gerard to help get him out of Juvy quicker. As much as he liked to think that the time they spent together yesterday gave him the right to ask anything, the response to this request was something he was a little unsure of and he even thought his counselor may feel a little used.
***
Reaching the highway, the silence in the car appeared to have taken its toll on Gerard. He shuffled in his seat to pull his packet of smokes out from his jeans pocket, pulling one out with his teeth before offering one to Frank. Frank accepted with a quick nod, mumbling his ‘Thanks’ as Gerard lit his up then began speaking with his smoke hanging loosely between his lips.
“Frankie’s gone all quiet.” He smiled, his words drawn out in a teasing manner. “You okay?”
“Yeah, fine.” Frank wound down his window, staring blankly at the city passing by. He wished he had the freedom to tell Gerard to turn the car back around, he wished he could spend his time anywhere in the world without suffering any consequences and he wished that regardless of what had happened between them, Gerard did not have the authority to tell him that he wasn’t allowed to do any of that. That small dose of the outside world was making him miss it even more.
Gerard pulled his cigarette out from his lips, blew the used smoke out the window and sighed unnoticeably, “You’ll be fine, Frank. Five months is nothing compared to the length of time some of the kids stay for. You know Nick, that guy you and your mates had that fight with?”
Frank nodded slowly, though Gerard probably wasn’t waiting for any kind of conformation.
“He’s been there for almost two years, probably feels like home for him now.”
Frank pulled a face. “I don’t want it to feel like home. I don’t wanna get used to it, Gee. I’ve been there three weeks and it already feels like forever.”
“Well,” Gerard started, shaking his head and looking sympathetically at the teen, “I’m gonna sound like a dick, but whose fault is that?”
Frank smiled. “You’re right, you do sound like a dick.”
“I know,” Gerard smiled back, “but hey, if it makes you feel any better, at least I’ll be there.” He gave Frank a little wink.
“It’s not the same,” Frank paused for a moment to re-think his words, “I mean, no,” he looked at Gerard’s, his hands raised defensively, “I didn’t mean it like that-”
“-Wow, thanks Frankie, I totally love you, too.”
“No, I mean, wait …what?” Frank looked expectantly at him.
“I don’t expect you to let it feel like home. I know it fucking sucks. I’ve been visiting Mikes ever since he …you know, and I can just see it on his face how much he hates everything right now. It makes me feel like the biggest piece of shit that he’s there and I’m not. I wanna take back what we did every day, it was my fault and nothing anyone ever says will convince me it’s not. I was stupid, and I know you know what you did was stupid, but I’m sure you had good reason, just like I did. You just have to deal y’know. I’m sorry Frankie, that probably doesn’t make you feel any fucking better, but you’ll be okay.”
“Thanks, dude.” Frank smiled, his hand mindlessly making it way to rest on Gerard’s leg. He wanted asked him now, but the little speech he just received gave him no sign that Gerard was prepared to cut any of his time back. He hoped the man wouldn’t be offended in anyway, maybe he could pass it off as joke if he was?
“Hey,” Frank started, his fingers tapping against Gerard’s leg, “couldn’t you just like, convince them that I’m super awesome and that I promise to be good?” He smiled innocently.
Gerard laughed. “Yeah Frank, I’ll just write a nice little letter to the directors board,” He cleared his throat and put on voice, “Dear Sir or Madam, It is with great pleasure I write you to inform the vast improvement of Frank Ieros’ attitude. After I fucked him good whilst encouraging him to talk dirty to me, I feel that the changes I have noted in his behavior as of late do not only tell me that he has learnt his lesson, but also puts me in great doubt that is one to ever break the law again. Yours Truly, Mr. Gerard Way, aka, child molester. They’d buy that, right?”
Frank looked blankly at him. “Well I would.”
“I can’t, babe. I just, it’s only been three weeks like you said and after this weekend…” He smirked, rubbing his hand over Frank’s, “…it’s a little suss.”
Frank nodded, mostly to himself. He understood, of course he did. Gerard was right and he didn’t want to risk being questioned about anything, especially since he knew he was bad at trying to deny things. He leaned over and placed a short kiss on his counselor’s cheek, “Do you really think you’re a child molester?”
Gerard didn’t answer, his eyes widened as he looked into the rear vision mirror, his voice sounding nothing but worried when he mumbled, “Oh fuck.”
Frank pulled away from him quickly and turned to look out the back of the car, just as the sound of police sirens wailed behind them. He shot back around in his seat quickly, muttering curses over and over, his eyes not leaving his lap as Gerard slowed the car and pulled across to the side of the road.
“Holy fuck, Gee, did he see that? Oh fuck, fuck. I’m sorry-”
“-Shut up.” Gerard put the car in park and shut off the engine, his hands falling to his lap as he watched the police car pull up behind them and the officer slowly step out. “I don’t know, just…don’t talk, I-” He closed his eyes, “-fuck!”
The officer approached, the sound of his shiny black boots loudening as he made his way up along the side of the car. Gerard lowered his window.
“Morning, Officer.” He greeted.
“Good morning. Where you off to today Sir?” He asked, leaning down and peering through the window at Frank, who right at that moment honestly thought he was going to wet his pants.
“Middlesex. The Correction school.”
“Oh, the Juvenile Center?” The officer asked, still watching Frank.
Gerard nodded, trying not to look at the boy next to him, though he could tell that the teen hadn’t even so much as glanced at the officer.
The officer tapped Gerard’s shoulder casually with the back of his hand. “The kid your brother or something? You look a little nervous son.” He jutted his chin forward, directing his last statement at Frank.
“Actually, no. I’m, ah, I’m his counselor. We had a workshop in New York yesterday that I attended with him. Just like a guidance session.”
The officer stood back up, nodding to himself as he shuffled over and inspected the back seat through the window. “Well, I hope he learned a lesson then.”
Frank closed his eyes and bit his lip to stop himself from smiling. The officer made his way back to Gerard’s window and leaned in again.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“I was speeding?”
“No, actually you’re speed was fine. Are you aware that you have a broken tail light?”
Gerard sighed and Frank finally let out a breath that he swore he had been holding the entire time.
“No, Sir, I wasn’t.”
“Well you do, and you’ll need to get it fix ASAP. I have to give a defect notice. Do you have your license and registration with you?” He pulled a notepad out of his back pocket along with a pen as Gerard reached across the dash to get his registration forms out from the glove box and his license out of his wallet. He handed them to the officer who then proceeded to fill out a ticket whilst attempting to make small talk.
“So...” He started, “…how about this seminar then? What did you do kid?”
Gerard looked quickly to Frank, preying to a higher power that the teen would not say something completely stupid.
Frank stuttered for a second before answering. “I was, um, I stole …cars.”
“Cars hey? You’re not even old enough to drive, are you?”
“I’m seventeen, Sir.”
The officer leaned down again, his arms rested on the doorframe. “Only just then.” He muttered before looking at Gerard. “This is not your car? It says on the registration here that this car belongs to a Mr. Michael Way, your license confirms you as Gerard Way, is it your fathers or something?”
“My brothers actually, I’m just borrowing it for the weekend.”
“Right, right.” The officer stood back up. “I’m going to check on that Mr. Way, I’ll be back in a moment.”
“No worries.” Gerard watched from his side mirror as the police officer made his way back to his car then turned to Frank. “I almost died.”
Frank’s eyes widened and he turned slightly in his seat. “You almost died? I thought he saw me kiss you. I swear dude, I fucking pissed my pants just then.”
Gerard pulled a face, a wry smirk tugging the corners of his lips. “You’re such a girl.”
“What? You were freaking out too, I-”
Gerard waved a hand in the teen’s face. “-Shut up, shut up. He’s coming back.”
Frank instantly straightened back up in his seat as the officer got back to the car and leaned into the window again.
“Okay, Mr. Way, all confirmed. Thank you.” He handed Gerard the ticket along with his license and registration. “Just make sure you get that light fixed soon-”
“-Not a problem Sir.” Gerard nodded, handing the ticket to Frank.
“Alright, have a good trip.” The officer smiled dryly, tapping a hand on the roof of the car before walking away.
Gerard started the car back up with no words being exchange between him and Frank at all. He waited for a moment as the police officer pulled out from behind them and made his way back onto the highway before Gerard did the same.
He drew a deep breath as they merged into the traffic, shaking his head and glancing at Frank from the corners of his eyes. “That, was not even funny.”
“Oh yeah, ‘cause I was totally laughing.” Frank scoffed.
“You know what I mean. I was waiting for him to just rip me out of the fucking car and handcuff me.”
“I wasn’t waiting for anything. I just, fucking, I couldn’t even move. I think I threw up about eight times in my mouth.”
Gerard smiled and looked at Frank, the boys face still seeming completely horrified. “I noticed you were pretty frozen there.”
Frank shook his head solemnly. “That felt worse than when Jeph and I were caught. Like when we saw the lights outside dad’s shop we just looked at each other and I actually laughed, but that was-”
“-Frank.” Gerard cut him off, though he sounded more disappointed than anything else. “This is a bad idea.”
Frank was quiet, stealing a look at the side of Gerard face, -who seemed to be trying he best to not look back at Frank at all- before he turned back and stared blankly out the windscreen. “I know.” He finally said.
As much as Frank wished he could disagree, he simply couldn’t. He wasn’t going to fight Gerard on this, the older man was right, again. What they were doing was wrong and the job they were doing of hiding it was entirely non-existent. He wanted Gerard plain and simple, but that desire would only get the man in trouble. As much as it was going to break him to not be able to be with him, the idea of his counselor being taken away completely was considerably much worse and the panic that had coursed through his body only moments ago had more than confirmed that.
“So, what…” Frank swallowed, hating that he had to just deal with that fact that he was losing Gerard before he had really even gotten him. “…what are we going to do then?”
Gerard looked at Frank and Frank looked back, their eyes fixing desperately on one another’s and it seemed Gerard was searching for an answer somewhere on the boy’s face. After a moment Gerard faced back to the road, still watching at him, Frank was finding hard to work out exactly what he was thinking, then he said everything Frank would have probably never expected to hear.
“I would say were going to stop, right now. No more flirting, no more touching, nothing, but I know what I’m fucking like, Frank, and I’m sorry that sounds so bad. I won’t able to stop myself, you drive me fucking nuts and I suffer from a lack of self-control, so at the end of the day it’s going to be my fault. We’ll just have to be more careful, like I’ll have to keep my hand over your mouth or something.”
Frank closed his eyes and his head fell back against the seat. Clearly, Gerard had a problem and the fact that Frank was on cloud nine with his answer made him feel like he was beginning to produce the same one. Being more careful he could handle and having Gerard’s hand over his mouth was something he was fine with copping. He wished he could say ‘No’, he wished he could tell Gerard that it was a bad idea and there really was no way around it, but he couldn’t say that and more simply he wouldn’t say that. He felt a little selfish, he was getting what he wanted and Gerard’s ass was still on the line, but it was Gerard’s idea, so he must have wanted it just as much, right?
“Are you sure, Gee?” He finally asked.
“I’m sure of what I want, Frank, I’m just not sure of where it’s going to get me.”
Chapter 16
Frank/Gerard [NC-17 - language, violence, crime, mentions of drugs & alcohol, sex ...etc.]
RPS. Don't know. Don't own. No harm intended.
~3282 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 14
***
Chapter 15
The sun poured though the window early the next morning, filling the guest bedroom of Mikey’s apartment with a warmth that to Frank felt much cooler than the heat radiating off Gerard’s body as he lay next to him. Their legs were tangled almost exactly the same way as they were when they had fallen asleep the night before, as if despite their tossing and turning they were simply unable to let go of one another. Gerard’s arm lay rested gently across Frank’s chest, his dark hair thrown messily over his face and his mouth sat slightly open as short content breaths escaped him.
Only half-awake, Frank shifted closer into Gerard’s body and ignored the nagging in the back of his mind that told him he needed to wake up right now, that he and Gerard needed to make a head-start on their road trip back to Jersey. He took his counselor’s hand into his own and interlaced their fingers, feeling Gerard squeeze his hand as he did so. His thoughts were blurry, but Frank liked this, it was just him and Gerard, alone and together, a thin bed sheet covering their lower bodies and the imaginary feeling that there was nothing they even had to care about.
That was until Gerard’s alarm rang painfully loudly throughout the room.
Frank’s face cringed as much as his sleepy muscles would allow and Gerard just pulled the boy in closer, making soft chewing noises as he slowly awoke.
“Stay here, Frankie.” He mumbled, kissing the teen’s back. “Stay.”
Frank smiled to himself, nuzzling to his pillow, however, the incessant screech of Gerard’s alarm was causing his fingers to twitch with the urge of giving the mattress underneath him one good punch. He groaned, rolling over and pressed his lips lazily against his counselor’s.
“Your alarm hurts.”
Gerard hummed, kissing Frank’s lips again a hundred times over. “I’m sorry, baby,” he replied groggily, his fingers trailing lightly up the boy’s back.
Frank’s eyes opened a little wider at his counselor’s choice of words and he just watched him for a moment, his lids fluttering so lightly he could have been imaging it and his lips curved into the weakest of smiles. He loved Gerard right then, he just, loved him.
“Shit!” Frank was knocked back a little as Gerard flew up in bed, his eyes darting around the room like he were being hunted. “What’s the time?” Mostly rhetorical. His hands scrambled around on the floor in search of his phone that was still buzzing to wake them.
“Frank, did you change the time on my alarm?” His eyes narrowing as he turned to face the teen.
Frank’s brow furrowed briefly before he answered. “Oh, yeah. I thought it wouldn’t really matter what time we got back.”
“What! Frank it’s almost fucking nine o’clock; I’m supposed to have you back by lunch.” He stood from the bed, his words flying rather harshly at Frank and he grabbed a towel from the end of the bed and wrapped it around his waist. “Now I have to speed. I wonder how many other fucking ways I can break the law this weekend.” His eyes stayed fixated on Franks’ as the boy remained calm in bed, a half-hearted smirk creeping on his face.
“I was kidding, Gerard. Why would I do that?”
Gerard was already halfway across the room when Frank spoke and he did a double-take back at the bed before realizing he was an idiot. “Asshole.” He spat as shuffled his way back over to the bed, mumbling, “Now I feel bad for yelling like that.”
“It’s okay.” Frank assured, sitting up in bed and leaning over to place short kisses below Gerard’s belly button, “I like your this part.” He ran a finger through the light trial of hair on his counselor stomach.
Gerard scoffed softly and just stood there a moment longer as Frank’s fingers continued to trace patterns above his towel.
“You know what it means, right?” Frank looked up at him.
“No, what does it mean?”
“It means sex. Like you just stand there like that and what you’re saying is, ‘That’s right, I’m Mr. Way,’ and then young boys just fall at your feet.”
Gerard tried to hide his face as he smiled furiously, massaging his temples slowly. “You’re amazing, Frank, really. I’m going to have a shower.” He shuffled the boy’s hair and sighed with adoration before walking away.
***
Despite that they were already running late, Gerard and Frank had taken another forty-five minutes before they finally made it out the door. Gerard threw the lasts of their things in the trunk of the car as Frank sat waiting, a little insulted after his counselor had told him the he was ‘too small to lift anything’.
Frank didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to have to go back to a life that had quickly become painfully routine. He wanted to be his own person again, whether it was with Gerard or not, he didn’t want to be under surveillance, he didn’t want to have a ‘bedtime’ and he most certainly didn’t want to have all of that for another five whole months. Gerard would do him a favor, right?
The older man closed the trunk and hopped into the car, sending Frank a quick smile before starting the engine. They remained silent as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the streets, Frank didn’t mind though, he was busy trying to word just how he would ask Gerard to help get him out of Juvy quicker. As much as he liked to think that the time they spent together yesterday gave him the right to ask anything, the response to this request was something he was a little unsure of and he even thought his counselor may feel a little used.
***
Reaching the highway, the silence in the car appeared to have taken its toll on Gerard. He shuffled in his seat to pull his packet of smokes out from his jeans pocket, pulling one out with his teeth before offering one to Frank. Frank accepted with a quick nod, mumbling his ‘Thanks’ as Gerard lit his up then began speaking with his smoke hanging loosely between his lips.
“Frankie’s gone all quiet.” He smiled, his words drawn out in a teasing manner. “You okay?”
“Yeah, fine.” Frank wound down his window, staring blankly at the city passing by. He wished he had the freedom to tell Gerard to turn the car back around, he wished he could spend his time anywhere in the world without suffering any consequences and he wished that regardless of what had happened between them, Gerard did not have the authority to tell him that he wasn’t allowed to do any of that. That small dose of the outside world was making him miss it even more.
Gerard pulled his cigarette out from his lips, blew the used smoke out the window and sighed unnoticeably, “You’ll be fine, Frank. Five months is nothing compared to the length of time some of the kids stay for. You know Nick, that guy you and your mates had that fight with?”
Frank nodded slowly, though Gerard probably wasn’t waiting for any kind of conformation.
“He’s been there for almost two years, probably feels like home for him now.”
Frank pulled a face. “I don’t want it to feel like home. I don’t wanna get used to it, Gee. I’ve been there three weeks and it already feels like forever.”
“Well,” Gerard started, shaking his head and looking sympathetically at the teen, “I’m gonna sound like a dick, but whose fault is that?”
Frank smiled. “You’re right, you do sound like a dick.”
“I know,” Gerard smiled back, “but hey, if it makes you feel any better, at least I’ll be there.” He gave Frank a little wink.
“It’s not the same,” Frank paused for a moment to re-think his words, “I mean, no,” he looked at Gerard’s, his hands raised defensively, “I didn’t mean it like that-”
“-Wow, thanks Frankie, I totally love you, too.”
“No, I mean, wait …what?” Frank looked expectantly at him.
“I don’t expect you to let it feel like home. I know it fucking sucks. I’ve been visiting Mikes ever since he …you know, and I can just see it on his face how much he hates everything right now. It makes me feel like the biggest piece of shit that he’s there and I’m not. I wanna take back what we did every day, it was my fault and nothing anyone ever says will convince me it’s not. I was stupid, and I know you know what you did was stupid, but I’m sure you had good reason, just like I did. You just have to deal y’know. I’m sorry Frankie, that probably doesn’t make you feel any fucking better, but you’ll be okay.”
“Thanks, dude.” Frank smiled, his hand mindlessly making it way to rest on Gerard’s leg. He wanted asked him now, but the little speech he just received gave him no sign that Gerard was prepared to cut any of his time back. He hoped the man wouldn’t be offended in anyway, maybe he could pass it off as joke if he was?
“Hey,” Frank started, his fingers tapping against Gerard’s leg, “couldn’t you just like, convince them that I’m super awesome and that I promise to be good?” He smiled innocently.
Gerard laughed. “Yeah Frank, I’ll just write a nice little letter to the directors board,” He cleared his throat and put on voice, “Dear Sir or Madam, It is with great pleasure I write you to inform the vast improvement of Frank Ieros’ attitude. After I fucked him good whilst encouraging him to talk dirty to me, I feel that the changes I have noted in his behavior as of late do not only tell me that he has learnt his lesson, but also puts me in great doubt that is one to ever break the law again. Yours Truly, Mr. Gerard Way, aka, child molester. They’d buy that, right?”
Frank looked blankly at him. “Well I would.”
“I can’t, babe. I just, it’s only been three weeks like you said and after this weekend…” He smirked, rubbing his hand over Frank’s, “…it’s a little suss.”
Frank nodded, mostly to himself. He understood, of course he did. Gerard was right and he didn’t want to risk being questioned about anything, especially since he knew he was bad at trying to deny things. He leaned over and placed a short kiss on his counselor’s cheek, “Do you really think you’re a child molester?”
Gerard didn’t answer, his eyes widened as he looked into the rear vision mirror, his voice sounding nothing but worried when he mumbled, “Oh fuck.”
Frank pulled away from him quickly and turned to look out the back of the car, just as the sound of police sirens wailed behind them. He shot back around in his seat quickly, muttering curses over and over, his eyes not leaving his lap as Gerard slowed the car and pulled across to the side of the road.
“Holy fuck, Gee, did he see that? Oh fuck, fuck. I’m sorry-”
“-Shut up.” Gerard put the car in park and shut off the engine, his hands falling to his lap as he watched the police car pull up behind them and the officer slowly step out. “I don’t know, just…don’t talk, I-” He closed his eyes, “-fuck!”
The officer approached, the sound of his shiny black boots loudening as he made his way up along the side of the car. Gerard lowered his window.
“Morning, Officer.” He greeted.
“Good morning. Where you off to today Sir?” He asked, leaning down and peering through the window at Frank, who right at that moment honestly thought he was going to wet his pants.
“Middlesex. The Correction school.”
“Oh, the Juvenile Center?” The officer asked, still watching Frank.
Gerard nodded, trying not to look at the boy next to him, though he could tell that the teen hadn’t even so much as glanced at the officer.
The officer tapped Gerard’s shoulder casually with the back of his hand. “The kid your brother or something? You look a little nervous son.” He jutted his chin forward, directing his last statement at Frank.
“Actually, no. I’m, ah, I’m his counselor. We had a workshop in New York yesterday that I attended with him. Just like a guidance session.”
The officer stood back up, nodding to himself as he shuffled over and inspected the back seat through the window. “Well, I hope he learned a lesson then.”
Frank closed his eyes and bit his lip to stop himself from smiling. The officer made his way back to Gerard’s window and leaned in again.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“I was speeding?”
“No, actually you’re speed was fine. Are you aware that you have a broken tail light?”
Gerard sighed and Frank finally let out a breath that he swore he had been holding the entire time.
“No, Sir, I wasn’t.”
“Well you do, and you’ll need to get it fix ASAP. I have to give a defect notice. Do you have your license and registration with you?” He pulled a notepad out of his back pocket along with a pen as Gerard reached across the dash to get his registration forms out from the glove box and his license out of his wallet. He handed them to the officer who then proceeded to fill out a ticket whilst attempting to make small talk.
“So...” He started, “…how about this seminar then? What did you do kid?”
Gerard looked quickly to Frank, preying to a higher power that the teen would not say something completely stupid.
Frank stuttered for a second before answering. “I was, um, I stole …cars.”
“Cars hey? You’re not even old enough to drive, are you?”
“I’m seventeen, Sir.”
The officer leaned down again, his arms rested on the doorframe. “Only just then.” He muttered before looking at Gerard. “This is not your car? It says on the registration here that this car belongs to a Mr. Michael Way, your license confirms you as Gerard Way, is it your fathers or something?”
“My brothers actually, I’m just borrowing it for the weekend.”
“Right, right.” The officer stood back up. “I’m going to check on that Mr. Way, I’ll be back in a moment.”
“No worries.” Gerard watched from his side mirror as the police officer made his way back to his car then turned to Frank. “I almost died.”
Frank’s eyes widened and he turned slightly in his seat. “You almost died? I thought he saw me kiss you. I swear dude, I fucking pissed my pants just then.”
Gerard pulled a face, a wry smirk tugging the corners of his lips. “You’re such a girl.”
“What? You were freaking out too, I-”
Gerard waved a hand in the teen’s face. “-Shut up, shut up. He’s coming back.”
Frank instantly straightened back up in his seat as the officer got back to the car and leaned into the window again.
“Okay, Mr. Way, all confirmed. Thank you.” He handed Gerard the ticket along with his license and registration. “Just make sure you get that light fixed soon-”
“-Not a problem Sir.” Gerard nodded, handing the ticket to Frank.
“Alright, have a good trip.” The officer smiled dryly, tapping a hand on the roof of the car before walking away.
Gerard started the car back up with no words being exchange between him and Frank at all. He waited for a moment as the police officer pulled out from behind them and made his way back onto the highway before Gerard did the same.
He drew a deep breath as they merged into the traffic, shaking his head and glancing at Frank from the corners of his eyes. “That, was not even funny.”
“Oh yeah, ‘cause I was totally laughing.” Frank scoffed.
“You know what I mean. I was waiting for him to just rip me out of the fucking car and handcuff me.”
“I wasn’t waiting for anything. I just, fucking, I couldn’t even move. I think I threw up about eight times in my mouth.”
Gerard smiled and looked at Frank, the boys face still seeming completely horrified. “I noticed you were pretty frozen there.”
Frank shook his head solemnly. “That felt worse than when Jeph and I were caught. Like when we saw the lights outside dad’s shop we just looked at each other and I actually laughed, but that was-”
“-Frank.” Gerard cut him off, though he sounded more disappointed than anything else. “This is a bad idea.”
Frank was quiet, stealing a look at the side of Gerard face, -who seemed to be trying he best to not look back at Frank at all- before he turned back and stared blankly out the windscreen. “I know.” He finally said.
As much as Frank wished he could disagree, he simply couldn’t. He wasn’t going to fight Gerard on this, the older man was right, again. What they were doing was wrong and the job they were doing of hiding it was entirely non-existent. He wanted Gerard plain and simple, but that desire would only get the man in trouble. As much as it was going to break him to not be able to be with him, the idea of his counselor being taken away completely was considerably much worse and the panic that had coursed through his body only moments ago had more than confirmed that.
“So, what…” Frank swallowed, hating that he had to just deal with that fact that he was losing Gerard before he had really even gotten him. “…what are we going to do then?”
Gerard looked at Frank and Frank looked back, their eyes fixing desperately on one another’s and it seemed Gerard was searching for an answer somewhere on the boy’s face. After a moment Gerard faced back to the road, still watching at him, Frank was finding hard to work out exactly what he was thinking, then he said everything Frank would have probably never expected to hear.
“I would say were going to stop, right now. No more flirting, no more touching, nothing, but I know what I’m fucking like, Frank, and I’m sorry that sounds so bad. I won’t able to stop myself, you drive me fucking nuts and I suffer from a lack of self-control, so at the end of the day it’s going to be my fault. We’ll just have to be more careful, like I’ll have to keep my hand over your mouth or something.”
Frank closed his eyes and his head fell back against the seat. Clearly, Gerard had a problem and the fact that Frank was on cloud nine with his answer made him feel like he was beginning to produce the same one. Being more careful he could handle and having Gerard’s hand over his mouth was something he was fine with copping. He wished he could say ‘No’, he wished he could tell Gerard that it was a bad idea and there really was no way around it, but he couldn’t say that and more simply he wouldn’t say that. He felt a little selfish, he was getting what he wanted and Gerard’s ass was still on the line, but it was Gerard’s idea, so he must have wanted it just as much, right?
“Are you sure, Gee?” He finally asked.
“I’m sure of what I want, Frank, I’m just not sure of where it’s going to get me.”
Chapter 16