Frank's about to meet the love of his life... but is he going to stick around to meet him? (Talks of suicide, but kinda fluffy really)
The cold February wind twisted through the air, making victims out of the people stupid enough to not dress up warmly. The glum, grey sky shook and groaned, before letting out a shower of raindrops and icy flakes. Whilst most people rushed for cover from the frozen pellets, Frank Iero did not. Currently having a face-off with the chewing-gum speckled pavement, eyes glazed over and body slumped, he couldn't care less about the rain that continued to soak his favourite Misift's hoodie.
The train station was empty, except for the occasional coffee buyer and the man reading the newspaper. The 20 year old Frank, soaked to the bone and unmoving as he stared across at the tracks a train would soon tear across, was oblivious to everything. His angelic face showed no emotion, yet swirled in somewhere with green and hazel flecks, his eyes showed a great amount of just one feeling.
Gerard Way had had the day from hell and now, all he wanted was a damn strong coffee. Up since 3am, Gerard raced to finish his final ideas for a new cartoon, only to have it rejected from the Network and humiliated by them at the same time.
"I'll show them." He thought bitterly, kicking an empty can across the cracked tarmac. "24's still young. I'll be massive. They'll be begging me to draw for their stupid network then." As he stepped out of the sheltered part of the station, he was met with a huge gust of wind and a shower of rain. Gerard sighed. "Who am I kidding? Me? Massive? I'll be lucky to get a job in a fucking supermarket". The man shook the water from his badly dyed black hair, and continued his journey to the coffee stall that stood in the middle of the station, and the huge storm.
Frank shrunk into his hoodie, shivering and cursing to himself. At some point he'd snapped himself out of his trance, but his eyes stayed permanently glued to the metal rails on the ground in front of him. Volts of electricity passing through them at incredible speeds... enough to kill you at one touch, that's if the train barrelling down them doesn't kill you first.
A million thoughts were doing somersaults in Frank's mind before he came to one final decision. He had had enough.
Gerard sipped the top of his scalding hot coffee and sighed happily. "The rain can pour all it wants, as long as I have coffee" He thought to himself as he checked the train timetable.
That's when he saw him. A small figure with black and red hair, drenched in rain with silent tears falling down his cheeks as he stared straight ahead. Gerard briefly wondered why someone so beautiful would have any reason to be crying, but his thoughts were interrupted when the figure rose from his seat and took a deep breath, his eyes fixated on the tracks. Gerard's eyes widened as he realised what was going through the boys mind. The boy wiped his eyes on his sleeves, unaware Gerard was watching him through shocked eyes, and took a step forward, before setting into a jog.
Gerard dropped his coffee, disregarding it completely and sprinting towards the running boy. The world flew past Gerard as he ran, thinking about nothing else but the beautiful boy that was about to take his own life.
Frank quickened his pace as he saw the train charging down the tracks. He shut his eyes as he prepared to jump, when suddenly, he was thrown to the floor and a body landed on top of his, breathing heavily. He opened his eyes to see hazel orbs filled with concern, just as the train roared past to carry on it'sjourney.
"Wha...?" Was all Frank could manage. He should be dead right now!
"You." Gerard choked, still trying to catch his breath. "You are way too beautiful to waste your life on suicide."He told the shaking boy.
Frank suddenly burst into tears as he was filled with relief. "Y...you... I... thank you." He cried as he threw his arms around Gerard's neck and clung onto him.
"Hey! Don't cry...it's okay. You're okay. I'm Gerard." The taller man said as he cradled a sobbing Frank.
"M'Frank." He mumbled into Gerard's coat.
"Okay Frank. Why don't you let me ring my brother and take you home? You look like you could use a coffee and some dry clothes."
Frank sobbed again, clutching at the collar of Gerard's shirt. "I don't have a home anymore. My parents don't want a faggot for a son."
The boy continued to shake and shiver, trying to curl up into the older man."Well then you're coming home with me." Gerard stated simply as he helped the boy to his feet, trying to lead him away from the rain, but mainly away from the tracks.
Frank looked up into his eyes. "You don't know who I am. I could... I could kill you or some shit." He said, wiping his eyes again.
Gerard laughed. "You? Kill me? Frank... you're a little on the short side."
"Don't worry, it's kind of cute. But anyway, my brother will be with us, so you'd have to kill us both... and he's got a mean right hook.' He finished, getting out his phone to text his brother. The two walked out of the station and took shelter under a bus stop while they waited to be picked up. There was a small silence.
"You think I'm cute?" Frank managed to grin.
"A few minutes ago you were about to end it all, and you wanna know if I think you're cute?" Gerard asked in disbelief.
Frank frowned. "Yeah well... I've been through a lot of shit alright? I didn't ask you to save me!"
Gerard's face softened. "I wasn't about to let you piss your life away on suicide. It's bullshit. You're so young..." He put his arms around Frank and hugged him. "I'm sorry."
The boy returned the hug and smiled into Gerard's chest."You sooo think I'm cute."
Gerard laughed and pulled back a little. "Maybe a little."
"Okay, a lot." He blushed.
Frank pulled him closer again. "That's good. I think you're cute too." He looked up into Gerard's hazel coloured eyes. "And you saved my life, which makes you a pretty awesome guy." He gave a short laugh before going back to seriousness. "I bet you're a great kisser."
Gerard's eyes widened and he blushed a deeper shade of red. "H...how can y...you be so sure?" He stammered.
Frank grinned. "Oh... I can't be sure until I've tried kissing you first-hand." Gerard blushed again and gently pressed his lips to Frank's, who frowned. "That wasn't a kiss."
Despite being slightly embarrassed (he'd never been very good at the whole flirting thing) Gerard chuckled nervously. "I save your life, offer you a warm bed, a change of clothes AND a coffee, and now you want a kiss as well!?" He joked.
Frank was suddenly the one looking embarrassed. "Shit. I'm being a brat aren't I? I'm sorry. I'm still a bit shaken up... I mean... I thought I'd be dead by now right? And now I've met you... and you're so fucking gorgeous but I've never been good at flirting so now you probably think I'm a right douche-"
Frank's rambling was cut off by Gerard's mouth on his and the feel of his hands that rested on his waist... pulling him closer. Frank tangled his hands into Gerard's long hair and moaned into his mouth as he felt his tongue snake through his lips. After a few minutes sharing what was quite possibly the most romantic kiss he'd ever had in his life, Frank felt Gerard pull back for air and rest his forehead on Frank's. "So... um... how'd I do?" Gerard breathed.
Frank sighed. "10 out of fucking 10." He whispered before crushing his lips back to Gerard's, who responded happily.
A loud honk made them jump apart and follow the direction of the sound. A man in his early twenties and mousy brown hair was sat in his car, smirking at the two of them.
Gerard went bright red and shuffled away from Frank (who looked thoroughly confused). "Mikey... I... um."
"Having fun, bro?" The man, 'Mikey'asked, smirking again.
"I... um... this is Frank." Gerard choked, clearly embarrassed.
Frank help up a hand and waved slightly. "Hi?"
"I'm Gerard's brother, Mikey. He didn't tell me he had a boyfriend." Mikey flashed Gerard with a grin.
"It's not that I wouldn't of told you! This is complicated Mikes... I-" Gerard was cut off by Frank.
"Are you saying that I am your boyfriend?" He grinned.
Gerard looked from the smirking Mikey to the grinning Frank. "Can we just go home please?" He sighed, opening the car door for Frank.
"Aw. You're a gentleman." Frank laughed teasingly. It seemed he'd joined in with Mikey's mission to embarrass the older man as much as possible.
"You didn't answer Frank's question, bro." A smug Mikey told Gerard as he followed Frank into the car.
"Just start the fucking engine, I'm cold, Mikey." Gerard snarled.
Mikey laughed. "I'll go... when you answer."
Frank looked at the embarrassed and slightly angry man. "If Frank wants to be my boyfriend... then yeah, he is." Gerard blushed and ducked his head.
"Frank does want to be your boyfriend." Frank grinned and leaned over to kiss him.
Mikey laughed as Gerard stuck his tongue out at him in the car mirror, and took Frank's hand in his. "Please refrain from making out back there whilst I drive us home." He laughed. "Where do you live, Frank?"
Frank bit his lip. "Actually..."
"Frank's coming to live with me." Gerard cut in, squeezing Frank's hand reassuringly. Mikey raised a questioning eyebrow in the mirror. "It's a long story. I'll explain when we get home."
Mikey just nodded feeling concerned that his brother had literally just met this boy and was taking him home to live with him. Then he noticed the way the two were looking at each other and decided that, actually, for two people who had just met... they sure looked like they'd been in love for years. He saw them both go in for another slow kiss and very nearly reminded them of his plea before they'd started driving. But seeing his brother happy was a rare thing these days and he was definitely happy right now, so Mikey closed his mouth.
And just smiled to himself instead.
There we have it. My first Frerard. Wasn't quite sure how to end it and was wondering if it maybe should've just stopped at the train station? I dunno... wanted to add in some fluff :) Well... tell me what you thought, what could be improved ect... would be much appreciated xD