Delinquent [10/24]
Delinquent [10/24] 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.
~2257 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 9
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Chapter 10
“UUUUPPP!” Gerard belled, leaned into the passenger side of his brother’s car.
Pulled out of his sleep instantly, Frank’s eyes flew open in fright. He jumped up in his seat, eyes darting around the car and out the windows as he tried to work out where he was. After a few erratic head movements and false glares directed at Gerard, the teen decided he was simply lost and still rather tired.
“I was asleep.” He informed somewhat angrily, getting out of the car and shoving past his counselor.
“Shit, sorry Frankie and the whole time we were driving here I was talking to you.” Gerard clicked his fingers and shook his head to indicate how stupid he was for not noticing Frank was asleep for two hours.
Frank closed the car door and rested up against its frame, staring blankly at the older man in front of him for a moment before looking around again. “Stop being lame. Where the hell are we?”
“Oh.” Gerard lowered his head, feeling slightly defeated. He stepped to his side and turned around to lean against the car, next to Frank, whilst doing so, revealing a sign that was earlier blocked from the boy’s view and that indicated to him exactly where they were.
Frank noticed the sign, and although the letters weren’t particularly clear or large, it didn’t take him any longer than a quick glance to work it out. He swallowed hard, squinting ahead at the fenced off, oversized building only a mere steps from where they were parked. He looked to Gerard, mouth opening and closing slightly though he didn’t have anything to say. It didn’t matter that Frank had caused his fair share of trouble in the past, had broken the law and spent most of his adolescent years on the wrong side of any kind of ruling, he was trouble really, and he would admit that, but right now he would also admit that the mere thought of going into that building had his stomach churning.
“You okay?” Gerard asked casually, noticing the boy seemed a little nervous.
“No!” He blurted, eyes wide as dinner plates. “Are you kidding? I am not going in there.” He informed, pointing aggressively at the castle like building.
Gerard stared at Frank confused for a second before his eyes shifted between the teen and the building. “It’s not that bad Frankie, I come here often.”
Frank squinted at his counselor. “Not that bad? It’s a prison Gerard, as in, a prison. And I’m fairly certain it’s a maximum security one at that. I don’t care how bad-ass you think I am, I am not going in there.”
Gerard pouted playfully at Frank, though his intentions weren’t to convince the boy inside, they were more or less to tease him.
“NO!” Frank nearly squealed, getting his counselors hint. “Anyway, I thought we were supposed to be visiting your…” He swallowed the last of his sentence, turning around to stand directly in front of a now smirking Gerard. He was silent for a moment; he had quickly worked out why they were here, now he was just attempting to process it. “…no way. Mikey’s in prison?” He asked softly, stepping closer to his counselor.
Gerard’s brow furrowed as he placed his hands on the boy’s hips and pulled him in against his crotch. “God no! I just come here to meet random inmates; they give you a real taste of life, y’know?”
Again Frank stared blankly at his counselor, he knew Gerard was trying to lighten the mood, but it would have helped if he were actually funny. It was apparent that Mikey was in prison and now that Frank thought about what Gerard had told him about his brother last week, he felt a little stupid for not already having worked it out. Now that he knew what they were doing here, going inside didn’t seem quite as nerve-wracking as before, still, Frank didn’t particularly like the idea, especially since although Mikey was Gerard’s brother, he was carrying the title of a prisoner, a criminal and that couldn’t be good. Could it?
“What, you don’t believe me?” Gerard asked; eyebrows raised smugly and lips pursed tightly together.
Frank shook his head, smiling softly and placing a kiss on the tip of Gerard’s nose. “You know you’re an idiot, right?” He mumbled as he lips traveled down to find his counselor’s.
“Maybe.” Gerard smiled against Frank’s mouth, returning the short kisses he was receiving.
Frank pulled away suddenly, with thought of a more concerning question coming to mind. “What did he do?”
Gerard was silent. His eyes dropped to the ground and his smile slowly faded as he slipped away from Frank and locked the car. Of all the times Frank had seen his counselor quiet, not once did he look like he did now. It was as if all the man’s characteristics and emotions had run away from him, he didn’t even appear worried or afraid to answer, he just didn’t appear anything. Upon seeing his counselor’s reaction, getting an answer to his question was quickly the least of Frank’s worries, it felt as if they were just standing there, frozen in time and waiting for whatever Gerard was thinking to pass before they could talk again.
Frank’s head tilted curiously as he looked the older man up and down; trying to work out where he had drifted off too. Somehow he felt stuck there with him, he could see that Gerard was battling something inside, yet at the same time, he could see nothing. The moment was something different, peculiar and for Frank somewhat abstract; Gerard’s absence had made the forest around the prison incredibly noticeable, it’s colors screaming out to inform him that this was a place that his counselor was familiar with, but not necessarily fond of.
Just as the wind picked up Gerard lifted his head; his expression a regretful one, his eyes were piercing, his skin looked colorless and the breeze softly flowed through his hair. A part of Frank wished his counselor looked like this more often, so human and raw, he hated that his question had managed to provoke such beauty from Gerard, because right now he could feel himself falling for the man in every possible way and he wasn’t quite sure if that was healthy.
Frank stepped slowly over to his counselor. Taking one of his hands and lifting the man’s face with a single finger to look at him. “You don’t have to say, Gee.” He smiled softly.
Gerard squeezed the boy’s hand and smiled back. He really didn’t think he would have reacted so horribly, but hearing Frank’s question made him realize that by bringing him here, he wasn’t only going to be learning of things his brother had done, but things he had done, or more so hadn’t done. He knew where he stood, he knew why things went the way they did, as did his brother, his closest friends and his mother, but he didn’t know if he wanted Frank to know about those things, he didn’t want Frank to think he was a bad person.
“He didn’t do anything bad Frank, it’s that he done what I would have if I was in his position.” Frank scrunched his nose up; he had no clue what Gerard was talking about. It would have helped if he had bothered to share a bit of the story before dragging him all the way to a New York prison, but Frank figured there was a reason for it so he didn’t bother asking his counselor to explain, he knew he was going to find out sooner or later anyway.
“You know I couldn’t possibly know what you’re talking about, so let’s just go in, yeah?” Frank shook Gerard’s hand in his own, pulling him toward the building. He didn’t know where his boost in confidence had come from, but he felt Gerard needed something more than a whiny teen hanging off him right now.
Gerard let Frank drag him along, jumping a step every now and then to keep up with him. The mood had softened and he felt himself go back to his normal state of mind as he took a deep breath mixed with a slight scoff and said, “I feel pretty stupid for doing that just then.”
Frank laughed, stopping them both just outside entry gates. “What, for showing me that’s there’s more to you sarcasm and good driving skills?”
Gerard squinted, not sure if he should be insulted or proud of himself. “I’m not only ever sarcastic.” He defended, unable to work out what Frank meant when he said ‘good driving skills’, instead responding to what he could understand.
“No, I know. You’re sarcastic and a good driver, but that’s it.” Frank informed.
“You suck.” Gerard huffed, pulling his hand away from the teen’s and stepping past him to open the gate.
Frank stayed, stood in his spot, watching his counselor walk further inside without him. He only took a few steps before noticing Frank wasn’t following and turned around to look for him. “What are you doing?” He asked, his hands failing out in front of him impatiently.
Frank just smirked, glancing over his counselor just standing there, just, standing. “Kiss me.” He said plainly, he wasn’t asking, he was telling.
“What? Frank, hurry up an-”
“-Gerard, just shut up and do it.” He sighed.
Gerard hunched his shoulders childishly, mumbling about how annoying Frank was as he walked back over to the teen as if what he’d demanded of him was something he really would rather not do. He wrapped an arm around Frank’s waist and kissed him, feeling the boy smile against his lips. Frank’s hand gripped at the back of Gerard’s neck, his mouth opening to allow the other’s tongue inside. In all honesty, Gerard loved just how laid back and collected Frank was with him, he really hadn’t expected it, but then again, he didn’t quite know what it was he were expecting in the first place, he just knew that he probably wouldn’t enjoy every second with Frank if he was some nervous boy, infatuated with an older man and had no idea on how to open up.
Gerard pulled away trying to hide his grin; he didn’t want Frank to think his request turned out to be a good idea. He turned back towards the gate, gripped at Frank’s fingertips and pulled him along, finally making their way inside the building.
***
“Michael Way.” Frank’s head shot up from resting in his hands to look at Gerard. Worried laced his expression, but Gerard would claim that the kid was doing a good job at acting composed.
“That’s us, come on.” He chirped, motioning with his visiting papers toward the guard who had just called his brothers name.
Frank stood up and slowly followed his counselor, giving another look around the waiting room before shuffling up closely behind Gerard. They walked into an extension of the room, Gerard then stopping in front of a large stainless steel bench and proceeding to empty his pockets. The guard behind the bench watched Frank carefully with raised eyebrows; it seemed Gerard had instantly forgotten the boy was even with him.
“Is the kid with you?” The guard asked, catching Gerard’s attention.
“Oh yeah, sorry.” He turned and smiled at Frank. “Yeah, he’s with me.”
“Right. Give me your keys, jewelry, anything metal you may have on you and your shoes.”
Frank stood dumbfounded for a moment, his shoes? What the hell would I possibly do with them, beat someone over the head? He thought as he began slipping them off his feet.
“Quick Frankie…” Gerard urged. “…don’t forget to take your lip thing out as well.” He reminded, pointing to his mouth.
Frank quickly removed all the metal he had on him and sat it on the steel table. He kept becoming more and more nervous, he knew he would be okay once he got in; it was the waiting that freaked him as well as the intimidating guards. He considered Gerard already having done a good job at scaring him out of his illegal habits.
They two then proceeded through metal detectors, arms out wide, they were informed to slip through the laser walls sideways, a stamp being placed on their hands once at the other end. Gerard smile reassuringly at Frank as the came face to face with barred doors, and Frank couldn’t believe just how real this all was. The door opened for them and the guard escorted them to yet another door.
“Straight across the yard and up the stairs, someone will tell you where to go from there.” The armed man advised whilst holding the door open.
Gerard nodded and pulled on Frank’s jacket sleeve, he seemed to be stunned into his place, unable to move every time they stopped somewhere. They walked across the side of the yard, which of course was fenced off from the inmates. Gerard remained quiet. He noticed Frank eyeing everything, taking his surroundings in, and as much as he didn’t want the boy to be too worried he thought it was for he own good. They reached another door, which Gerard already knew to go through and after the passing the restrooms they had finally reached the visiting area. Gerard handed his paperwork to the guard standing outside the door, who then informed them they were at row two before letting them inside.
Chapter 11
Frank/Gerard [NC-17 - language, violence, crime, mentions of drugs & alcohol, sex ...etc.]
RPS. Don't know. Don't own. No harm intended.
~2257 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 9
***
Chapter 10
“UUUUPPP!” Gerard belled, leaned into the passenger side of his brother’s car.
Pulled out of his sleep instantly, Frank’s eyes flew open in fright. He jumped up in his seat, eyes darting around the car and out the windows as he tried to work out where he was. After a few erratic head movements and false glares directed at Gerard, the teen decided he was simply lost and still rather tired.
“I was asleep.” He informed somewhat angrily, getting out of the car and shoving past his counselor.
“Shit, sorry Frankie and the whole time we were driving here I was talking to you.” Gerard clicked his fingers and shook his head to indicate how stupid he was for not noticing Frank was asleep for two hours.
Frank closed the car door and rested up against its frame, staring blankly at the older man in front of him for a moment before looking around again. “Stop being lame. Where the hell are we?”
“Oh.” Gerard lowered his head, feeling slightly defeated. He stepped to his side and turned around to lean against the car, next to Frank, whilst doing so, revealing a sign that was earlier blocked from the boy’s view and that indicated to him exactly where they were.
Frank noticed the sign, and although the letters weren’t particularly clear or large, it didn’t take him any longer than a quick glance to work it out. He swallowed hard, squinting ahead at the fenced off, oversized building only a mere steps from where they were parked. He looked to Gerard, mouth opening and closing slightly though he didn’t have anything to say. It didn’t matter that Frank had caused his fair share of trouble in the past, had broken the law and spent most of his adolescent years on the wrong side of any kind of ruling, he was trouble really, and he would admit that, but right now he would also admit that the mere thought of going into that building had his stomach churning.
“You okay?” Gerard asked casually, noticing the boy seemed a little nervous.
“No!” He blurted, eyes wide as dinner plates. “Are you kidding? I am not going in there.” He informed, pointing aggressively at the castle like building.
Gerard stared at Frank confused for a second before his eyes shifted between the teen and the building. “It’s not that bad Frankie, I come here often.”
Frank squinted at his counselor. “Not that bad? It’s a prison Gerard, as in, a prison. And I’m fairly certain it’s a maximum security one at that. I don’t care how bad-ass you think I am, I am not going in there.”
Gerard pouted playfully at Frank, though his intentions weren’t to convince the boy inside, they were more or less to tease him.
“NO!” Frank nearly squealed, getting his counselors hint. “Anyway, I thought we were supposed to be visiting your…” He swallowed the last of his sentence, turning around to stand directly in front of a now smirking Gerard. He was silent for a moment; he had quickly worked out why they were here, now he was just attempting to process it. “…no way. Mikey’s in prison?” He asked softly, stepping closer to his counselor.
Gerard’s brow furrowed as he placed his hands on the boy’s hips and pulled him in against his crotch. “God no! I just come here to meet random inmates; they give you a real taste of life, y’know?”
Again Frank stared blankly at his counselor, he knew Gerard was trying to lighten the mood, but it would have helped if he were actually funny. It was apparent that Mikey was in prison and now that Frank thought about what Gerard had told him about his brother last week, he felt a little stupid for not already having worked it out. Now that he knew what they were doing here, going inside didn’t seem quite as nerve-wracking as before, still, Frank didn’t particularly like the idea, especially since although Mikey was Gerard’s brother, he was carrying the title of a prisoner, a criminal and that couldn’t be good. Could it?
“What, you don’t believe me?” Gerard asked; eyebrows raised smugly and lips pursed tightly together.
Frank shook his head, smiling softly and placing a kiss on the tip of Gerard’s nose. “You know you’re an idiot, right?” He mumbled as he lips traveled down to find his counselor’s.
“Maybe.” Gerard smiled against Frank’s mouth, returning the short kisses he was receiving.
Frank pulled away suddenly, with thought of a more concerning question coming to mind. “What did he do?”
Gerard was silent. His eyes dropped to the ground and his smile slowly faded as he slipped away from Frank and locked the car. Of all the times Frank had seen his counselor quiet, not once did he look like he did now. It was as if all the man’s characteristics and emotions had run away from him, he didn’t even appear worried or afraid to answer, he just didn’t appear anything. Upon seeing his counselor’s reaction, getting an answer to his question was quickly the least of Frank’s worries, it felt as if they were just standing there, frozen in time and waiting for whatever Gerard was thinking to pass before they could talk again.
Frank’s head tilted curiously as he looked the older man up and down; trying to work out where he had drifted off too. Somehow he felt stuck there with him, he could see that Gerard was battling something inside, yet at the same time, he could see nothing. The moment was something different, peculiar and for Frank somewhat abstract; Gerard’s absence had made the forest around the prison incredibly noticeable, it’s colors screaming out to inform him that this was a place that his counselor was familiar with, but not necessarily fond of.
Just as the wind picked up Gerard lifted his head; his expression a regretful one, his eyes were piercing, his skin looked colorless and the breeze softly flowed through his hair. A part of Frank wished his counselor looked like this more often, so human and raw, he hated that his question had managed to provoke such beauty from Gerard, because right now he could feel himself falling for the man in every possible way and he wasn’t quite sure if that was healthy.
Frank stepped slowly over to his counselor. Taking one of his hands and lifting the man’s face with a single finger to look at him. “You don’t have to say, Gee.” He smiled softly.
Gerard squeezed the boy’s hand and smiled back. He really didn’t think he would have reacted so horribly, but hearing Frank’s question made him realize that by bringing him here, he wasn’t only going to be learning of things his brother had done, but things he had done, or more so hadn’t done. He knew where he stood, he knew why things went the way they did, as did his brother, his closest friends and his mother, but he didn’t know if he wanted Frank to know about those things, he didn’t want Frank to think he was a bad person.
“He didn’t do anything bad Frank, it’s that he done what I would have if I was in his position.” Frank scrunched his nose up; he had no clue what Gerard was talking about. It would have helped if he had bothered to share a bit of the story before dragging him all the way to a New York prison, but Frank figured there was a reason for it so he didn’t bother asking his counselor to explain, he knew he was going to find out sooner or later anyway.
“You know I couldn’t possibly know what you’re talking about, so let’s just go in, yeah?” Frank shook Gerard’s hand in his own, pulling him toward the building. He didn’t know where his boost in confidence had come from, but he felt Gerard needed something more than a whiny teen hanging off him right now.
Gerard let Frank drag him along, jumping a step every now and then to keep up with him. The mood had softened and he felt himself go back to his normal state of mind as he took a deep breath mixed with a slight scoff and said, “I feel pretty stupid for doing that just then.”
Frank laughed, stopping them both just outside entry gates. “What, for showing me that’s there’s more to you sarcasm and good driving skills?”
Gerard squinted, not sure if he should be insulted or proud of himself. “I’m not only ever sarcastic.” He defended, unable to work out what Frank meant when he said ‘good driving skills’, instead responding to what he could understand.
“No, I know. You’re sarcastic and a good driver, but that’s it.” Frank informed.
“You suck.” Gerard huffed, pulling his hand away from the teen’s and stepping past him to open the gate.
Frank stayed, stood in his spot, watching his counselor walk further inside without him. He only took a few steps before noticing Frank wasn’t following and turned around to look for him. “What are you doing?” He asked, his hands failing out in front of him impatiently.
Frank just smirked, glancing over his counselor just standing there, just, standing. “Kiss me.” He said plainly, he wasn’t asking, he was telling.
“What? Frank, hurry up an-”
“-Gerard, just shut up and do it.” He sighed.
Gerard hunched his shoulders childishly, mumbling about how annoying Frank was as he walked back over to the teen as if what he’d demanded of him was something he really would rather not do. He wrapped an arm around Frank’s waist and kissed him, feeling the boy smile against his lips. Frank’s hand gripped at the back of Gerard’s neck, his mouth opening to allow the other’s tongue inside. In all honesty, Gerard loved just how laid back and collected Frank was with him, he really hadn’t expected it, but then again, he didn’t quite know what it was he were expecting in the first place, he just knew that he probably wouldn’t enjoy every second with Frank if he was some nervous boy, infatuated with an older man and had no idea on how to open up.
Gerard pulled away trying to hide his grin; he didn’t want Frank to think his request turned out to be a good idea. He turned back towards the gate, gripped at Frank’s fingertips and pulled him along, finally making their way inside the building.
***
“Michael Way.” Frank’s head shot up from resting in his hands to look at Gerard. Worried laced his expression, but Gerard would claim that the kid was doing a good job at acting composed.
“That’s us, come on.” He chirped, motioning with his visiting papers toward the guard who had just called his brothers name.
Frank stood up and slowly followed his counselor, giving another look around the waiting room before shuffling up closely behind Gerard. They walked into an extension of the room, Gerard then stopping in front of a large stainless steel bench and proceeding to empty his pockets. The guard behind the bench watched Frank carefully with raised eyebrows; it seemed Gerard had instantly forgotten the boy was even with him.
“Is the kid with you?” The guard asked, catching Gerard’s attention.
“Oh yeah, sorry.” He turned and smiled at Frank. “Yeah, he’s with me.”
“Right. Give me your keys, jewelry, anything metal you may have on you and your shoes.”
Frank stood dumbfounded for a moment, his shoes? What the hell would I possibly do with them, beat someone over the head? He thought as he began slipping them off his feet.
“Quick Frankie…” Gerard urged. “…don’t forget to take your lip thing out as well.” He reminded, pointing to his mouth.
Frank quickly removed all the metal he had on him and sat it on the steel table. He kept becoming more and more nervous, he knew he would be okay once he got in; it was the waiting that freaked him as well as the intimidating guards. He considered Gerard already having done a good job at scaring him out of his illegal habits.
They two then proceeded through metal detectors, arms out wide, they were informed to slip through the laser walls sideways, a stamp being placed on their hands once at the other end. Gerard smile reassuringly at Frank as the came face to face with barred doors, and Frank couldn’t believe just how real this all was. The door opened for them and the guard escorted them to yet another door.
“Straight across the yard and up the stairs, someone will tell you where to go from there.” The armed man advised whilst holding the door open.
Gerard nodded and pulled on Frank’s jacket sleeve, he seemed to be stunned into his place, unable to move every time they stopped somewhere. They walked across the side of the yard, which of course was fenced off from the inmates. Gerard remained quiet. He noticed Frank eyeing everything, taking his surroundings in, and as much as he didn’t want the boy to be too worried he thought it was for he own good. They reached another door, which Gerard already knew to go through and after the passing the restrooms they had finally reached the visiting area. Gerard handed his paperwork to the guard standing outside the door, who then informed them they were at row two before letting them inside.
Chapter 11