Things Will Get Better (Chapter 9)
Title: Things Will Get Better
Author: fiomerino
Pairing: Frerard (Frank Iero/Gerard Way)
Rating: R
Summary: Gerard is forced to give on adoption his baby when the mother dies. He never would have expected that he would meet her and her adoptive brother fifteen years after.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters blah blah blah, only the plot.
Chapter 9: Drunk
Gerard hopped off the cad and smiled back at Frank. “Let’s not get too drunk, okay? I haven’t really drunk in a bar in a while, and I know the things I do when I’m drunk outside my house” he said, walking towards the bar’s entrance. Frank nodded in agreement and followed him inside. The place was pretty empty, as it was kind of early still. Frank looked around the place, noticing how it was quite big. “People here are pretty tolerant, so I’m pretty sure homophobes won’t be a problem, and if they are, they will probably get kicked out of the place” he smiled, choosing a place to sit. Frank ran to the bar and got them both drinks. He sat across Gerard as soon as he got back, handing him his drink.
“So, Gerard, everything now is kinda fucked up, isn’t it?” he asked, chuckling slightly. “It’s not fucked up, it’s just… sudden.” Frank hummed in response and sipped his drink. “Bandit and you have the same eyes” Frank said, suddenly changing the subject. Gerard grinned and looked down “At least she got something from me, right?” Frank shook his head “Oh no, you two totally have the same personality… that’s better than just the looks.” The older shrugged and nodded, still smiling “If you say so.” The bar started getting crowded and Frank started looking at the people that were entering. He saw a cute guy come in and smirked, looking back at Gerard “God, I haven’t gotten laid in months” he sighted, laughing at himself, “I’ve been so busy I haven’t even thought about it…” Gerard chuckled and sipped his drink, which was almost empty “I haven’t either… I haven’t had any type of relationships in quite a long time, I’ve been pretty stressed lately. I could help you if you want to” he offered, smiling. “Help me?” Frank drank the last bit of his beer and stared at Gerard. “I’ve lived here for thirty years, and most people probably won’t know my name, but I do know about most people” he chuckled. Frank laughed and nodded “So, you stalk people?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. Gerard shook his head, laughing lauder “Mikey’s other job involves many people and he always tells me about them and, besides, my last girlfriend used to tell me everyone’s gossips, it was so annoying.” Frank nodded and grinned, mumbling a quick ‘More drinks’ and running towards the bar.
Frank leaned against the counter, and hopped on one of the chairs. He asked the bartender for four more beers and got slightly uncomfortable as he felt somebody’s eyes on him. If that was a gay bar he probably wouldn’t care, but it wasn’t, and he just felt disgusted when girls checked him out. Only that when he turned around it wasn’t a girl checking him out. The guy quickly looked up and blushed deeply when he realized Frank had seen him. The shorted boy smirked and grabbed one of his beers and tossed it at him, winking at him before walking back towards Gerard. The older raised an eyebrow and took one of the beers Frank had brought and laughed. “Is Frank getting lucky tonight?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows jokingly. Frank laughed and nodded “I hope I do, because that guy was hot”. They both looked back at the bar and noticed that he was walking over to them. “I think I saw a friend over at the bar, I’m gonna go say hi” Gerard said suddenly, getting up and leaving. Frank laughed, shaking his head slightly.
“Hi” someone said, sitting in front of Frankie. Frank smirked and waved “Hey, I’m Frank.” The stranger smiled, blushing slightly. He’s cute as fuck, but he looks pretty young… Frank thought. “I’m Peter, thanks… uh… for the beer” the boy, or Peter, said, looking down at his drink. “No problem” Frank smirked, taking Gerard’s long forgotten drink. “What happened to the guy you were sitting with” he asked, looking around. He was clearly nervous about hitting on someone that was already taken. Frank shrugged, “Oh, he saw a cute girl in the bar and left”. Peter grinned and Frank noticed he had amazingly white teeth. “So, why is such a cute guy like you all by himself?” Frank asked, licking his lips. Peter blushed and giggled, sipping his beer. This guy looked in his fucking early twenties, like twenty or twenty-one; Frank had to make sure that he just looked younger than he actually was. “I don’t know… I just felt like it” the younger boy answered, still with the slight blush on his face. Frank glanced at the bar and saw Gerard giving him thumbs up. Frank rolled his eyes and looked back at Peter. “Want another beer?” he asked, getting up as soon as Peter nodded.
~~~An hour later and Peter was completely wasted. Gerard had joined them a few times, but left as soon as he saw how drunk the younger boy was. He had quickly added his phone number in Frank’s phone just in case, and left, getting lost in the crowd on the dance floor. “Let’s go dance, Frankie” Peter said, staring into Frank’s eyes in the most seductive way his drunken state could manage. Frankie wasn’t as drunk, but he was drunk, nonetheless.
They were both drunkenly dancing and grinding with each other when Peter just kissed Frank, soon becoming a full make out session in the middle of the dance floor. He went along with it, because, why not? He was finally getting lucky after months of not even looking at someone else in a sexual way. Then he remembered about Peter’s age. He broke the kiss, but didn’t pull away, panting into Peter’s mouth. He leaned closer to his ear and sighted, “Pete… how old are you?” he asked. The younger, but taller boy hesitated before he continued talking “Uh… I… um… twenty-three…” he stuttered, biting his lip. He was clearly lying, and that’s when Frank pulled away completely, staring into his eyes, “Peter, how old are you?” he asked seriously, or, well, at least as serious as a drunken guy could be. “Nineteen?! Fuck, you gotta be kidding me!” he groaned, covering his face with his hands “What are you even doing here?!” he said angrily. As soon as he saw the guy’s guilty face and breathed and sighted, pulling him out of the crowd, “c’mon, Peter, lets get you a cab.”
He watched the cab leave and called Gerard afterwards. “Hello?” Gerard answered. “Gerard… hey” he sighted, feeling pathetic. “Frankie boy! What happened?” Frank briefly explained what happened, and Gerard laughed at him, obviously. “Just you luck, Frank! Where are you? We’re gonna get drunk and you won’t even remember all this tomorrow” Gerard chuckled.
~~~
“I haven’t been this drunk since I was in college! IN COLLEGE!!!” Frank laughed loudly, clinging on Gerard, although he was also laughing hysterically. “Frankie! I haven’t gotten this drunk since I was sixteen… but this time I’m with you, not alone, as I used to” Gerard said, smiling lazily. “AWWW! You’re so cute, Gee!” Ok, when Frank got slightly drunk, he could get any guy he wanted… But when he got too drunk, yeah, he just acted the gayest way possible. “OH MY GOD, GEE! I LOVE THIS SONG!” he squealed, pulling Gerard into the dance floor, almost falling down a couple of times. Frank instantly wrapped his arms around Gerard’s neck. The danced together for a while and Gerard didn’t even realized when he placed his hands around Frank’s hips. “You ha-ve lovely e-eyes, Gee” Frank hiccupped and smiled, pressing his body closer to Gerard’s. “Huh? Oh, yeah, Thanks” he chuckled, “You too… you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.” Frank blushed and hid his face in Gerard’s chest, giggling like manic. “But you still are way cuter than me” he smirked, batting his eyelashes at the taller man. “That’s not true!” Gerard exclaimed, holding Frank tighter. Frank nodded fanatically “Oh, yeah, honey, you are! And sto-op denying it!” Frank insisted between hiccups and moved closer, whispering (well, as low as you could whisper in a bar with loud music) into his ear, “you’re way hotter than anyone else in this bar; I would totally take you home if I could”. He started kissing Gerard’s neck, grinning when he heard the minimal sounds coming out Gerard’s mouth. The younger man started giggling softly (again) and pulled away slowly. They were both drunk enough to not really think about what they were doing, or the consequences; they probably wouldn’t even remember anything of it the day after. Neither Frank nor Gerard had gotten laid in a while and they were both horny as fuck. Even though Gerard was straight, it didn’t really matter in that moment, because since when the sex of the person mattered when they were drunk and horny? No one really cared if they humped a hot girl or a gay guy or the floor, as long as they got some kind of satisfaction out of it. Gerard leaned down and kissed Frank, hard. Frank kissed back immediately, moving one of his hands to tangle with Gerard’s jet black hair.
“Gee,” Frank breathed, “we should go to my place.”
~~~Light flooded the room, making Frank groan silently and cover his face with his hands. The headache was killing him. A cold breeze passed and made him shiver, at the same time realizing that he was naked and had and arm wrapped around his middle, therefore, the only part of his body that wasn’t cold. Well, apparently, he had gotten lucky, after all. He did his best to remember any of the events of the night before, but he couldn’t remember much after he rejected the teenager. He shrugged it off, knowing that he would probably remember throughout the day. Frank didn’t want to risk turning around and waking him up, so he just looked down at his arm. It looked pretty pale, and there were no signs of tattoos (which were normally the guys his drunken state always picked up). He smiled softly, trying his best to ignore the raging headache, even though this was probably just a one night stand, he still loved waking up to someone else’s arms.
After a few minutes of just lying there awake, he finally decided to get up and look for some Tylenol or whatever to calm the pain, maybe even making some coffee. He slowly slid his hand under the guy’s arm, lifting it just enough for Frank to move without waking him up. He sat up and winced, not expecting to feel pain also a little… lower. He normally topped. He always topped, actually, only offering his body that way to one guy in his whole life, so the feeling was almost completely foreign. He shrugged it off and started moving to the bathroom.
Before entering, he glanced at the guy that was sleeping peacefully on his bed and in that moment all the blood drained from his face. His back was facing Frank, and he had his arm and leg flexed as if he was hugging an imaginary person next to him. His jet-black hair was sticking in all the ways possible, and had kicked the covers almost all the way, barely covering his ass and the rest was tangled by his feet. He didn’t know what to do, and just stood there staring at him for a few moments before reacting. “Fuck fuck fuck…” he mumbled continuously under his breath, quickly drinking a Tylenol and waiting five minutes, because he certainly couldn’t think with a headache. How could I be so stupid?! How could I forget that when I’m drunk I always get what I want? his mind yelled at him. He obviously was going to sleep with Gerard because he was a lonely fuck who humps anything that moves when he’s had excessive amounts of alcohol. He needed to hide this. He couldn’t let Gerard realize they had done anything together.
First things first, he picked up his clothes (checking twice each time, making sure he wasn’t taking any piece of clothing that was Gerard’s) and threw them inside a random box. He quickly took some of his clean clothes and ran to Bandit’s bathroom, afraid that if he uses his own bathroom, Gerard would wake up because of the noise. He got ready as quick as possible and quietly ran back to his room. Luckily, Gerard was still asleep. He had to make sure he would never realize that they actually had sex, so he did a ‘Call me’ note in the most girlish handwriting he could manage. He had to throw away the note a couple of times until he was satisfied with it. Frank thought it was pretty believable; it simple said Call me honey 2733395’. He didn’t even tried to call the number, and crossed his fingers Gerard wouldn’t either.
He looked around the room, making sure everything was fine. He looked quickly at the few boxes scattered around the room, before finally finding the one he was searching for. He took a pillow and a blanket from it and ran to the living room. He placed the pillow on one of the sides of the couch and punched it softly, then scattered the blanket, trying to make it look as if someone slept there.
~~~
“Fra-ank?” someone gasped from behind him. He turned around to find a very confused Gerard behind him. “Hey Gerard, are you hungry?” Frank asked politely with a smile. He was very good at lying, and most of the time people believed all the things he said. “I, uh… y-yeah, sure I guess…” he mumbled, glancing back at the door he had just walked through. “Just… how much did we drink last night? I don’t remember much…” he asked, clearly nervous. He was afraid that he might have slept with Frank, and he obviously had reasons to think that. Frank sighted slightly and relief. He didn’t remember. Gerard’s suspicions were true, but he didn’t need to know that. “Nope, I don’t remember much either… Well, whatever, it was good for me in some way. I hadn’t enjoyed that much in a long time,” he chuckled, placing two plated on the table. “Okay… I made pancakes and coffee. I asked the girl if she wanted some, but was gone before I came out of the shower.” That seemed to catch Gerard’s attention, “Girl?” he asked, clearly looking relieved. The younger man felt very slightly hurt by his reaction, but who wouldn’t be relieved if you realized you actually didn’t have sex with your daughter’s brother? Yeah, the situation is that fucked up.
Gerard smiled and sat down; serving himself some pancakes and Frank placed a cup of coffee in front of him. Frank also sat down and winced slightly, biting his lip unconsciously. “Are you okay?” Gerard asked, looking concerned. Frank nodded and forcing a smile, “yeah yeah, I’m fine, I forgot I had a bruise on my leg where I accidentally hit myself with the chair this morning” he lied, well, not entirely. He tried crossing his legs, only to realize he knees fucking hurt, going back to his previous position almost immediately. “Oh… you clumsy fuck” he chuckled, as he started eating. Frank rubbed his legs softly, feeling a few bruises he didn’t notice when he was in the shower, as he was still too dumbstruck while he was getting ready. What the fuck did we do last night? he thought. He did his best to remember something, anything, from the previous night.
Frank started eating, both surrounded by awkward silence. He looked up and smiled softly at Gerard, “So, you’re gonna call her?” he asked suddenly, trying to break the silence. “What?” Gerard looked confused, “the girl, are you gonna call her? I saw a paper by the bed; I thought it was her number…” Frank said, mumbling the last part. Gerard shook his head slightly, and shrugged. “Its not like I remember her name… or her face” he said, chuckling. Frank agreed and laughed, “I guess you’re right”. Buy Gerard wasn’t smiling or looking at him anymore. He had a worried look on his face as he stared at Frank’s hand, “What the fuck happened to your hand, Frank?” Frank looked down and noticed a small scratch on his left hand, too thin and deep to be caused by nails. It was bleeding slightly, as he had scratched it unconsciously.
“Fuck” Gerard mumbled, pressed against the wall with Frank sucking on his neck. Blindly, Frank tried to unbuckle the elder’s belt, but failed miserably. “Shit!” he exclaimed, pulling off and looking down at his hand. He wasn’t sober enough to control his hands as fluently as he would like to. He just ignored it and went back to work on his neck, too drunk and horny to actually mind the bleeding cut on his hand.
Frank’s eyes widened and quickly looked up. He couldn’t help but to smile when he saw the mark at Gerard’s neck. “I probably fell down or pinched myself with a fork or something… it has happened before.” Gerard noticed Frank staring at his neck and he quickly moved his hand up. “I… uh… is it too obvious?” he mumbled, rubbing the hickey with his hand awkwardly. “Nah, not that much; at least there’s only one on your neck, the rest are on your collarbones, people won’t be able to see those with a shirt on... Let me tell you, that girl fucking marked you” Frank said, smirking slightly, chuckling. Gerard looked slightly disgusted by the comment, and shrugged clearly wanting to drop the subject. The younger sighted and finished his breakfast.
~~~Gerard left his dish in the sink and left there room, going towards where Frank said the bathroom was. Frank stared at his bare back as Gerard walked away and bit his lip. He still found Gerard extremely hot, even though now he knew he was Bandit’s father. Things started pretty bad for him. Snippets of the night before still came to him from time to time and he just hoped that Gerard wasn’t remembering anything. The breakfast was awkward enough already. He ran his hands through his legs, pressing slightly some of the bruises. He smirked at the pain and thought about what they had done the night before (or at least what he remembered). He know nothing would ever happen between them, but who cared. Not like Frank was going to try anyway. They had just met and he wasn’t stupid enough to try to start a relationship with your sister’s straight father. Still, he couldn’t help but to replay the events over and over in his head. Frank was like a hopeless romantic; but without the romantic part.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Gerard practically yelled from the bedroom. Frank started panicking and stood up quickly, ignoring the sharp pain he felt in various parts of his body. He walked quickly into his room to find Gerard staring down at a camera. "F-Frank... i-is this your video camera?"
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Author: fiomerino
Pairing: Frerard (Frank Iero/Gerard Way)
Rating: R
Summary: Gerard is forced to give on adoption his baby when the mother dies. He never would have expected that he would meet her and her adoptive brother fifteen years after.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters blah blah blah, only the plot.
Chapter 9: Drunk
Gerard hopped off the cad and smiled back at Frank. “Let’s not get too drunk, okay? I haven’t really drunk in a bar in a while, and I know the things I do when I’m drunk outside my house” he said, walking towards the bar’s entrance. Frank nodded in agreement and followed him inside. The place was pretty empty, as it was kind of early still. Frank looked around the place, noticing how it was quite big. “People here are pretty tolerant, so I’m pretty sure homophobes won’t be a problem, and if they are, they will probably get kicked out of the place” he smiled, choosing a place to sit. Frank ran to the bar and got them both drinks. He sat across Gerard as soon as he got back, handing him his drink.
“So, Gerard, everything now is kinda fucked up, isn’t it?” he asked, chuckling slightly. “It’s not fucked up, it’s just… sudden.” Frank hummed in response and sipped his drink. “Bandit and you have the same eyes” Frank said, suddenly changing the subject. Gerard grinned and looked down “At least she got something from me, right?” Frank shook his head “Oh no, you two totally have the same personality… that’s better than just the looks.” The older shrugged and nodded, still smiling “If you say so.” The bar started getting crowded and Frank started looking at the people that were entering. He saw a cute guy come in and smirked, looking back at Gerard “God, I haven’t gotten laid in months” he sighted, laughing at himself, “I’ve been so busy I haven’t even thought about it…” Gerard chuckled and sipped his drink, which was almost empty “I haven’t either… I haven’t had any type of relationships in quite a long time, I’ve been pretty stressed lately. I could help you if you want to” he offered, smiling. “Help me?” Frank drank the last bit of his beer and stared at Gerard. “I’ve lived here for thirty years, and most people probably won’t know my name, but I do know about most people” he chuckled. Frank laughed and nodded “So, you stalk people?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. Gerard shook his head, laughing lauder “Mikey’s other job involves many people and he always tells me about them and, besides, my last girlfriend used to tell me everyone’s gossips, it was so annoying.” Frank nodded and grinned, mumbling a quick ‘More drinks’ and running towards the bar.
Frank leaned against the counter, and hopped on one of the chairs. He asked the bartender for four more beers and got slightly uncomfortable as he felt somebody’s eyes on him. If that was a gay bar he probably wouldn’t care, but it wasn’t, and he just felt disgusted when girls checked him out. Only that when he turned around it wasn’t a girl checking him out. The guy quickly looked up and blushed deeply when he realized Frank had seen him. The shorted boy smirked and grabbed one of his beers and tossed it at him, winking at him before walking back towards Gerard. The older raised an eyebrow and took one of the beers Frank had brought and laughed. “Is Frank getting lucky tonight?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows jokingly. Frank laughed and nodded “I hope I do, because that guy was hot”. They both looked back at the bar and noticed that he was walking over to them. “I think I saw a friend over at the bar, I’m gonna go say hi” Gerard said suddenly, getting up and leaving. Frank laughed, shaking his head slightly.
“Hi” someone said, sitting in front of Frankie. Frank smirked and waved “Hey, I’m Frank.” The stranger smiled, blushing slightly. He’s cute as fuck, but he looks pretty young… Frank thought. “I’m Peter, thanks… uh… for the beer” the boy, or Peter, said, looking down at his drink. “No problem” Frank smirked, taking Gerard’s long forgotten drink. “What happened to the guy you were sitting with” he asked, looking around. He was clearly nervous about hitting on someone that was already taken. Frank shrugged, “Oh, he saw a cute girl in the bar and left”. Peter grinned and Frank noticed he had amazingly white teeth. “So, why is such a cute guy like you all by himself?” Frank asked, licking his lips. Peter blushed and giggled, sipping his beer. This guy looked in his fucking early twenties, like twenty or twenty-one; Frank had to make sure that he just looked younger than he actually was. “I don’t know… I just felt like it” the younger boy answered, still with the slight blush on his face. Frank glanced at the bar and saw Gerard giving him thumbs up. Frank rolled his eyes and looked back at Peter. “Want another beer?” he asked, getting up as soon as Peter nodded.
~~~An hour later and Peter was completely wasted. Gerard had joined them a few times, but left as soon as he saw how drunk the younger boy was. He had quickly added his phone number in Frank’s phone just in case, and left, getting lost in the crowd on the dance floor. “Let’s go dance, Frankie” Peter said, staring into Frank’s eyes in the most seductive way his drunken state could manage. Frankie wasn’t as drunk, but he was drunk, nonetheless.
They were both drunkenly dancing and grinding with each other when Peter just kissed Frank, soon becoming a full make out session in the middle of the dance floor. He went along with it, because, why not? He was finally getting lucky after months of not even looking at someone else in a sexual way. Then he remembered about Peter’s age. He broke the kiss, but didn’t pull away, panting into Peter’s mouth. He leaned closer to his ear and sighted, “Pete… how old are you?” he asked. The younger, but taller boy hesitated before he continued talking “Uh… I… um… twenty-three…” he stuttered, biting his lip. He was clearly lying, and that’s when Frank pulled away completely, staring into his eyes, “Peter, how old are you?” he asked seriously, or, well, at least as serious as a drunken guy could be. “Nineteen?! Fuck, you gotta be kidding me!” he groaned, covering his face with his hands “What are you even doing here?!” he said angrily. As soon as he saw the guy’s guilty face and breathed and sighted, pulling him out of the crowd, “c’mon, Peter, lets get you a cab.”
He watched the cab leave and called Gerard afterwards. “Hello?” Gerard answered. “Gerard… hey” he sighted, feeling pathetic. “Frankie boy! What happened?” Frank briefly explained what happened, and Gerard laughed at him, obviously. “Just you luck, Frank! Where are you? We’re gonna get drunk and you won’t even remember all this tomorrow” Gerard chuckled.
~~~
“I haven’t been this drunk since I was in college! IN COLLEGE!!!” Frank laughed loudly, clinging on Gerard, although he was also laughing hysterically. “Frankie! I haven’t gotten this drunk since I was sixteen… but this time I’m with you, not alone, as I used to” Gerard said, smiling lazily. “AWWW! You’re so cute, Gee!” Ok, when Frank got slightly drunk, he could get any guy he wanted… But when he got too drunk, yeah, he just acted the gayest way possible. “OH MY GOD, GEE! I LOVE THIS SONG!” he squealed, pulling Gerard into the dance floor, almost falling down a couple of times. Frank instantly wrapped his arms around Gerard’s neck. The danced together for a while and Gerard didn’t even realized when he placed his hands around Frank’s hips. “You ha-ve lovely e-eyes, Gee” Frank hiccupped and smiled, pressing his body closer to Gerard’s. “Huh? Oh, yeah, Thanks” he chuckled, “You too… you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.” Frank blushed and hid his face in Gerard’s chest, giggling like manic. “But you still are way cuter than me” he smirked, batting his eyelashes at the taller man. “That’s not true!” Gerard exclaimed, holding Frank tighter. Frank nodded fanatically “Oh, yeah, honey, you are! And sto-op denying it!” Frank insisted between hiccups and moved closer, whispering (well, as low as you could whisper in a bar with loud music) into his ear, “you’re way hotter than anyone else in this bar; I would totally take you home if I could”. He started kissing Gerard’s neck, grinning when he heard the minimal sounds coming out Gerard’s mouth. The younger man started giggling softly (again) and pulled away slowly. They were both drunk enough to not really think about what they were doing, or the consequences; they probably wouldn’t even remember anything of it the day after. Neither Frank nor Gerard had gotten laid in a while and they were both horny as fuck. Even though Gerard was straight, it didn’t really matter in that moment, because since when the sex of the person mattered when they were drunk and horny? No one really cared if they humped a hot girl or a gay guy or the floor, as long as they got some kind of satisfaction out of it. Gerard leaned down and kissed Frank, hard. Frank kissed back immediately, moving one of his hands to tangle with Gerard’s jet black hair.
“Gee,” Frank breathed, “we should go to my place.”
~~~Light flooded the room, making Frank groan silently and cover his face with his hands. The headache was killing him. A cold breeze passed and made him shiver, at the same time realizing that he was naked and had and arm wrapped around his middle, therefore, the only part of his body that wasn’t cold. Well, apparently, he had gotten lucky, after all. He did his best to remember any of the events of the night before, but he couldn’t remember much after he rejected the teenager. He shrugged it off, knowing that he would probably remember throughout the day. Frank didn’t want to risk turning around and waking him up, so he just looked down at his arm. It looked pretty pale, and there were no signs of tattoos (which were normally the guys his drunken state always picked up). He smiled softly, trying his best to ignore the raging headache, even though this was probably just a one night stand, he still loved waking up to someone else’s arms.
After a few minutes of just lying there awake, he finally decided to get up and look for some Tylenol or whatever to calm the pain, maybe even making some coffee. He slowly slid his hand under the guy’s arm, lifting it just enough for Frank to move without waking him up. He sat up and winced, not expecting to feel pain also a little… lower. He normally topped. He always topped, actually, only offering his body that way to one guy in his whole life, so the feeling was almost completely foreign. He shrugged it off and started moving to the bathroom.
Before entering, he glanced at the guy that was sleeping peacefully on his bed and in that moment all the blood drained from his face. His back was facing Frank, and he had his arm and leg flexed as if he was hugging an imaginary person next to him. His jet-black hair was sticking in all the ways possible, and had kicked the covers almost all the way, barely covering his ass and the rest was tangled by his feet. He didn’t know what to do, and just stood there staring at him for a few moments before reacting. “Fuck fuck fuck…” he mumbled continuously under his breath, quickly drinking a Tylenol and waiting five minutes, because he certainly couldn’t think with a headache. How could I be so stupid?! How could I forget that when I’m drunk I always get what I want? his mind yelled at him. He obviously was going to sleep with Gerard because he was a lonely fuck who humps anything that moves when he’s had excessive amounts of alcohol. He needed to hide this. He couldn’t let Gerard realize they had done anything together.
First things first, he picked up his clothes (checking twice each time, making sure he wasn’t taking any piece of clothing that was Gerard’s) and threw them inside a random box. He quickly took some of his clean clothes and ran to Bandit’s bathroom, afraid that if he uses his own bathroom, Gerard would wake up because of the noise. He got ready as quick as possible and quietly ran back to his room. Luckily, Gerard was still asleep. He had to make sure he would never realize that they actually had sex, so he did a ‘Call me’ note in the most girlish handwriting he could manage. He had to throw away the note a couple of times until he was satisfied with it. Frank thought it was pretty believable; it simple said Call me honey 2733395’. He didn’t even tried to call the number, and crossed his fingers Gerard wouldn’t either.
He looked around the room, making sure everything was fine. He looked quickly at the few boxes scattered around the room, before finally finding the one he was searching for. He took a pillow and a blanket from it and ran to the living room. He placed the pillow on one of the sides of the couch and punched it softly, then scattered the blanket, trying to make it look as if someone slept there.
~~~
“Fra-ank?” someone gasped from behind him. He turned around to find a very confused Gerard behind him. “Hey Gerard, are you hungry?” Frank asked politely with a smile. He was very good at lying, and most of the time people believed all the things he said. “I, uh… y-yeah, sure I guess…” he mumbled, glancing back at the door he had just walked through. “Just… how much did we drink last night? I don’t remember much…” he asked, clearly nervous. He was afraid that he might have slept with Frank, and he obviously had reasons to think that. Frank sighted slightly and relief. He didn’t remember. Gerard’s suspicions were true, but he didn’t need to know that. “Nope, I don’t remember much either… Well, whatever, it was good for me in some way. I hadn’t enjoyed that much in a long time,” he chuckled, placing two plated on the table. “Okay… I made pancakes and coffee. I asked the girl if she wanted some, but was gone before I came out of the shower.” That seemed to catch Gerard’s attention, “Girl?” he asked, clearly looking relieved. The younger man felt very slightly hurt by his reaction, but who wouldn’t be relieved if you realized you actually didn’t have sex with your daughter’s brother? Yeah, the situation is that fucked up.
Gerard smiled and sat down; serving himself some pancakes and Frank placed a cup of coffee in front of him. Frank also sat down and winced slightly, biting his lip unconsciously. “Are you okay?” Gerard asked, looking concerned. Frank nodded and forcing a smile, “yeah yeah, I’m fine, I forgot I had a bruise on my leg where I accidentally hit myself with the chair this morning” he lied, well, not entirely. He tried crossing his legs, only to realize he knees fucking hurt, going back to his previous position almost immediately. “Oh… you clumsy fuck” he chuckled, as he started eating. Frank rubbed his legs softly, feeling a few bruises he didn’t notice when he was in the shower, as he was still too dumbstruck while he was getting ready. What the fuck did we do last night? he thought. He did his best to remember something, anything, from the previous night.
Frank started eating, both surrounded by awkward silence. He looked up and smiled softly at Gerard, “So, you’re gonna call her?” he asked suddenly, trying to break the silence. “What?” Gerard looked confused, “the girl, are you gonna call her? I saw a paper by the bed; I thought it was her number…” Frank said, mumbling the last part. Gerard shook his head slightly, and shrugged. “Its not like I remember her name… or her face” he said, chuckling. Frank agreed and laughed, “I guess you’re right”. Buy Gerard wasn’t smiling or looking at him anymore. He had a worried look on his face as he stared at Frank’s hand, “What the fuck happened to your hand, Frank?” Frank looked down and noticed a small scratch on his left hand, too thin and deep to be caused by nails. It was bleeding slightly, as he had scratched it unconsciously.
“Fuck” Gerard mumbled, pressed against the wall with Frank sucking on his neck. Blindly, Frank tried to unbuckle the elder’s belt, but failed miserably. “Shit!” he exclaimed, pulling off and looking down at his hand. He wasn’t sober enough to control his hands as fluently as he would like to. He just ignored it and went back to work on his neck, too drunk and horny to actually mind the bleeding cut on his hand.
Frank’s eyes widened and quickly looked up. He couldn’t help but to smile when he saw the mark at Gerard’s neck. “I probably fell down or pinched myself with a fork or something… it has happened before.” Gerard noticed Frank staring at his neck and he quickly moved his hand up. “I… uh… is it too obvious?” he mumbled, rubbing the hickey with his hand awkwardly. “Nah, not that much; at least there’s only one on your neck, the rest are on your collarbones, people won’t be able to see those with a shirt on... Let me tell you, that girl fucking marked you” Frank said, smirking slightly, chuckling. Gerard looked slightly disgusted by the comment, and shrugged clearly wanting to drop the subject. The younger sighted and finished his breakfast.
~~~Gerard left his dish in the sink and left there room, going towards where Frank said the bathroom was. Frank stared at his bare back as Gerard walked away and bit his lip. He still found Gerard extremely hot, even though now he knew he was Bandit’s father. Things started pretty bad for him. Snippets of the night before still came to him from time to time and he just hoped that Gerard wasn’t remembering anything. The breakfast was awkward enough already. He ran his hands through his legs, pressing slightly some of the bruises. He smirked at the pain and thought about what they had done the night before (or at least what he remembered). He know nothing would ever happen between them, but who cared. Not like Frank was going to try anyway. They had just met and he wasn’t stupid enough to try to start a relationship with your sister’s straight father. Still, he couldn’t help but to replay the events over and over in his head. Frank was like a hopeless romantic; but without the romantic part.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Gerard practically yelled from the bedroom. Frank started panicking and stood up quickly, ignoring the sharp pain he felt in various parts of his body. He walked quickly into his room to find Gerard staring down at a camera. "F-Frank... i-is this your video camera?"
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