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More Than Skin Deep
3 ReviewsGerard is pretty awkward, but things get awkwarder when he meets Frank whose getting his first tatoo..and then just so happens to end up spending the night with him and his brother. (Frerard)
Author's Note: Hey. Hi. Hello. I know I promised to update my other fic (which will happen tomorrow), but I kinda started this instead. Sigh. I'm pretty sure someone has written about Frank's first tattoo, but I haven't really seen anything so here we go! I plan to continue this. So enjoy!
More Than Skin Deep
"Come on, Mikey! I don't wanna watch these movies alone! We can get Starbucks on the way home if you want?" Gerard groaned at his younger brother.
"You too scared? Halloween vibes getting to you?" Mikey teased.
Gerard's eyebrows furrowed and he mumbled, "No."
Mikey rolled his eyes and continued to organize his station in the local tattoo and piercing parlor. "Gee, calm down. Quit being so gripy. There's only thirty more minutes till closing. John said I had to wait to see if any 'late night piercers' come through. Or if Frank shows up."
"Fucking John.." he muttered. "Whose Frank?"
"Remember that guy I told you about when I went with Ray to go see some bands at that club? His band was playing there and I told him that I do tattoos and he said he'd stop by some time. He was scheduled for today, but I don't know. He didn't show up."
"Hmm.."
Mikey spent the next twenty minutes cleaning the floors and chairs. Rearranging fellow co-workers stations, which he'd probably get shit for the next day, and placing the magazines in the waiting room from favorite to least appreciated. A familiar bell chimed through the almost vaccant shop.
Stepping through the tall black frame was a small, pale guy with dark hair and greenish eyes. He two piercings, one through the nose and lip. His exposed arms were bare. He slowly sauntered foward looking around, expecting a familiar face to show up at any moment. The only eyes he was met with were around the same color, maybe more hazel, that were planted on the face of a teenage boy sitting in one of the chairs Mikey had recently disinfected.
"Um, hi," the guy mumbled.
Silence.
Gerard continued to stare back like a deer caught in headlights at the small guy, whose eyes met the floor and feet shuffled.
"Is Mikey here?" he asked.
Gerard said nothing and went to the back room where Mikey was packing up his stuff.
"Hey, Mikes. Some guy is here. Kinda short. Black hair. Facial piercings. Ring a bell?"
Mikey scooted out of the room and to the register. "Frank! I didn't think you were gonna make it. What happened? We're about to close, man. Sorry."
"Traffic. I didn't think it'd be such a far drive. Oh, really? Shit. Are you sure you don't have any time? I really wanted to get it today for my birthday, but if you're leaving I can try and make it tomorrow. We're visiting family so, it won't take me forever." Frank smiled flashing an almost perfect set of teeth.
Something whirrled in Gerard's stomach.
"It's your birthday? Badass birthday! How old are you? 48?" Mikey joked earning a giggle from Frank. "Nah, man it's cool. I got it all set up. This is your first tatt right?"
"Awesome! Yeah. I'm kinda nervous to be honest, but I've wanted this for awhile. My mom said I should start with a small one, but I'm gonna get this eventually so might as well get it now."
"Mikey! What about Starbucks and the movies? You promised!" Gerard complained.
"Excuse me, please. You can take a seat over there," Mikey told Frank while pulling Gerard to the side.
"Cool," Frank said taking a seat.
"Dude, the poor guy drove four hours with his mom to get this done. It's his birthday, and I promise this won't take that long. After this we'll go straight to Starbucks and then home, okay?" Mikey offered.
Gerard grumbled, rolled his eyes, and went back to his spot far away from Frank and Mikey. He sat down and picked up an issue of Guitar World and began flipping through the pages, admiring the gorgeous instruments that he couldn't play. He was in the middle of reading about a red Fender bass that he could get for his brother when he heard, "You know you're gonna have to take your shirt off."
Gerard's eyes flew straight from the shiny red toy, to the stripping boy in the leather chair. He watched as his pale naked arms peeled off the tinted blue tee that was clinging in all the right places to his fit body, exposing his even paler bare torso and back. Frank straddled the chair, his chin resting where the back of his head would be if he was sitting forward, as Mikey carefully layed down the outline of Frank's soon to be tattoo. He lifted two mirrors so Frank could see once it was set. He smiled.
Mikey rolled towards him, needle ready to pierce through the pure, innocent skin on his back making that horrendous noise that Gerard feared so much.
"You ready?" he asked in assurance. Frank nodded and closed his eyes, a hint of small fear spreading through out his face.
Gerard's heart began to pound faster and faster as the watched in horror as the deadly needle inched its way towards Frank's perfect skin. He looked away and buried his face in his lost magazine. Gerard wanted to scream, he wanted to plead him to stop, and not to ruin the beauty of this boy's skin...but it was too late.
Gerard knew the needle had pierced through the skin when he heard the faint wimper, and then a small cry of pain emerge from the perfect boy in the leather chair.
"Ow..ow ow OW!" Frank cried, not moving, but biting down on his bottom lip until blood spurted through the fresh wound. "Shit!"
"You okay?" Mikey asked stopping his work. He'd actually gotten a lot done that what Gerard had thought. It seemed almost instantly that the cries started as soon as the needle touched his skin, but he was wrong. Mikey had managed to complete the whole outline before Frank began shouting in pain.
"Yeah, I just didn't think it would hurt this bad."
"Want to call your mom and ask her to hold your hand?" Mikey smirked.
Frank scowled. "I don't need my mom. She's done a shitload for me already today. I don't need her to be harassed to come down here and hold my hand."
Mikey laughed at him. "Okay. Want me to start up again?"
"Wait. What's his name? Over there in the corner."
"That's Gerard, my brother."
Gerard's head flew up from the unwanted magazine, and met Mikey's eyes.
"Ask him to come over here," Frank whispered.
"Uh, I don't think he's gonna do that. Bro's deathly afraid of needles."
"Gerard!" Frank hollered. "Come here, please."
Gerard gave Mikey a puzzled look. Slowly, but surely, he rose from his chair and stumbled his way by Frank, who grinned at Mikey.
"Can you do me a favor please? Um, could you maybe hold my hand so I have something to squeeze? I don't think using my lip is working," Frank asked politely.
Blood had drizzled down his bottom lip, his chin, and his neck, slowly getting lower and lower....
'Oh god, stop thinking' Gerard thought to himself.
"Uh, uh..um o..kay," he mumbles grasping a soft hand with calloused fingers. Frank smiled.
Gerard didn't know what to think. Various thoughts and emotions coursed through out every nerve in his body. It was a weird unfamiliar feeling, that he could only describe to himself in such a vague way.
The needle soon once again found it's way through Frank's smooth flesh, carving a perfectly haunting pumpkin. Eventually, Mikey turned off the needle and cleaned off Franks red puckering back. He handed him a mirror for him to see the completed work.
"Holy shit, man. I fucking love it!" he squealed going gooey-eyed over his new piece of art that would stay with him forever.
"Glad you like it," Mikey smiled high fiving him before sitting him down again to bandage him up and give him the aftercare instructions while he slipped back into his shirt. "Be sure to follow those rules, okay? I really don't need you getting any infections when you're always sick enough."
"Aye aye, captain!" Frank said in a deep voice saluting Mikey. "Thank again so much. Oh, and Gee thanks for holding my hand. Sorry about being such a baby," he said winking towards him.
Gerard's legs wabbled, and Frank giggled all high pitched like a school girl. "It was no problem. You're not a baby."
'You're just somehow amazingly perfect, and goregous and I want to take care of your back so you don't get sick and possibly die.' Gerard thought to himself.
"Hey, are you busy for the rest of the night? Birthday plans? Gee and I were just gonna get some coffee and watch some scary movies. You up for it?" Mikey asked.
"Hell yeah! I'll just tell my mom I won't be home. I can crash at your place right? I hope that's not too much is it?" Frank beamed.
"Nope! It's alright with us. You'll have to stay in Gee's room though, unless you want the couch. My room's too small. Sorry."
Gerard's cheeks burned and eminated crimson.
"You don't mind Gerard do you? I'm not a weird perv I promise, unless you're into that kind of thing," Frank kidded winking at him.
It wasn't known until that moment that the level of blushing Gerard was expressing even existed.
"N-no. It's okay. I don't m-mind."
"Great! Let's go!" Mikey grinned as he cut off the lights and opened the door. The late October wind brushed against their cheeks. Mikey locked the door and they all headed to the car.
Gerard was feeling so many different things. Fear, happiness, sadness, anxiety, etc. He didn't know what emotional battle he was fighting inside, or what was going to happen along the way home. He did know one thing.
This night was going to be extremely long.
How was it? I kinda had to write this fast. My mom is kicking me off the computer. Ugh. I'll make sure the next one has more time put into it...that is if you want another chapter? :) Please R&R! THEY MEAN THE WORLD! Thank you!
More Than Skin Deep
"Come on, Mikey! I don't wanna watch these movies alone! We can get Starbucks on the way home if you want?" Gerard groaned at his younger brother.
"You too scared? Halloween vibes getting to you?" Mikey teased.
Gerard's eyebrows furrowed and he mumbled, "No."
Mikey rolled his eyes and continued to organize his station in the local tattoo and piercing parlor. "Gee, calm down. Quit being so gripy. There's only thirty more minutes till closing. John said I had to wait to see if any 'late night piercers' come through. Or if Frank shows up."
"Fucking John.." he muttered. "Whose Frank?"
"Remember that guy I told you about when I went with Ray to go see some bands at that club? His band was playing there and I told him that I do tattoos and he said he'd stop by some time. He was scheduled for today, but I don't know. He didn't show up."
"Hmm.."
Mikey spent the next twenty minutes cleaning the floors and chairs. Rearranging fellow co-workers stations, which he'd probably get shit for the next day, and placing the magazines in the waiting room from favorite to least appreciated. A familiar bell chimed through the almost vaccant shop.
Stepping through the tall black frame was a small, pale guy with dark hair and greenish eyes. He two piercings, one through the nose and lip. His exposed arms were bare. He slowly sauntered foward looking around, expecting a familiar face to show up at any moment. The only eyes he was met with were around the same color, maybe more hazel, that were planted on the face of a teenage boy sitting in one of the chairs Mikey had recently disinfected.
"Um, hi," the guy mumbled.
Silence.
Gerard continued to stare back like a deer caught in headlights at the small guy, whose eyes met the floor and feet shuffled.
"Is Mikey here?" he asked.
Gerard said nothing and went to the back room where Mikey was packing up his stuff.
"Hey, Mikes. Some guy is here. Kinda short. Black hair. Facial piercings. Ring a bell?"
Mikey scooted out of the room and to the register. "Frank! I didn't think you were gonna make it. What happened? We're about to close, man. Sorry."
"Traffic. I didn't think it'd be such a far drive. Oh, really? Shit. Are you sure you don't have any time? I really wanted to get it today for my birthday, but if you're leaving I can try and make it tomorrow. We're visiting family so, it won't take me forever." Frank smiled flashing an almost perfect set of teeth.
Something whirrled in Gerard's stomach.
"It's your birthday? Badass birthday! How old are you? 48?" Mikey joked earning a giggle from Frank. "Nah, man it's cool. I got it all set up. This is your first tatt right?"
"Awesome! Yeah. I'm kinda nervous to be honest, but I've wanted this for awhile. My mom said I should start with a small one, but I'm gonna get this eventually so might as well get it now."
"Mikey! What about Starbucks and the movies? You promised!" Gerard complained.
"Excuse me, please. You can take a seat over there," Mikey told Frank while pulling Gerard to the side.
"Cool," Frank said taking a seat.
"Dude, the poor guy drove four hours with his mom to get this done. It's his birthday, and I promise this won't take that long. After this we'll go straight to Starbucks and then home, okay?" Mikey offered.
Gerard grumbled, rolled his eyes, and went back to his spot far away from Frank and Mikey. He sat down and picked up an issue of Guitar World and began flipping through the pages, admiring the gorgeous instruments that he couldn't play. He was in the middle of reading about a red Fender bass that he could get for his brother when he heard, "You know you're gonna have to take your shirt off."
Gerard's eyes flew straight from the shiny red toy, to the stripping boy in the leather chair. He watched as his pale naked arms peeled off the tinted blue tee that was clinging in all the right places to his fit body, exposing his even paler bare torso and back. Frank straddled the chair, his chin resting where the back of his head would be if he was sitting forward, as Mikey carefully layed down the outline of Frank's soon to be tattoo. He lifted two mirrors so Frank could see once it was set. He smiled.
Mikey rolled towards him, needle ready to pierce through the pure, innocent skin on his back making that horrendous noise that Gerard feared so much.
"You ready?" he asked in assurance. Frank nodded and closed his eyes, a hint of small fear spreading through out his face.
Gerard's heart began to pound faster and faster as the watched in horror as the deadly needle inched its way towards Frank's perfect skin. He looked away and buried his face in his lost magazine. Gerard wanted to scream, he wanted to plead him to stop, and not to ruin the beauty of this boy's skin...but it was too late.
Gerard knew the needle had pierced through the skin when he heard the faint wimper, and then a small cry of pain emerge from the perfect boy in the leather chair.
"Ow..ow ow OW!" Frank cried, not moving, but biting down on his bottom lip until blood spurted through the fresh wound. "Shit!"
"You okay?" Mikey asked stopping his work. He'd actually gotten a lot done that what Gerard had thought. It seemed almost instantly that the cries started as soon as the needle touched his skin, but he was wrong. Mikey had managed to complete the whole outline before Frank began shouting in pain.
"Yeah, I just didn't think it would hurt this bad."
"Want to call your mom and ask her to hold your hand?" Mikey smirked.
Frank scowled. "I don't need my mom. She's done a shitload for me already today. I don't need her to be harassed to come down here and hold my hand."
Mikey laughed at him. "Okay. Want me to start up again?"
"Wait. What's his name? Over there in the corner."
"That's Gerard, my brother."
Gerard's head flew up from the unwanted magazine, and met Mikey's eyes.
"Ask him to come over here," Frank whispered.
"Uh, I don't think he's gonna do that. Bro's deathly afraid of needles."
"Gerard!" Frank hollered. "Come here, please."
Gerard gave Mikey a puzzled look. Slowly, but surely, he rose from his chair and stumbled his way by Frank, who grinned at Mikey.
"Can you do me a favor please? Um, could you maybe hold my hand so I have something to squeeze? I don't think using my lip is working," Frank asked politely.
Blood had drizzled down his bottom lip, his chin, and his neck, slowly getting lower and lower....
'Oh god, stop thinking' Gerard thought to himself.
"Uh, uh..um o..kay," he mumbles grasping a soft hand with calloused fingers. Frank smiled.
Gerard didn't know what to think. Various thoughts and emotions coursed through out every nerve in his body. It was a weird unfamiliar feeling, that he could only describe to himself in such a vague way.
The needle soon once again found it's way through Frank's smooth flesh, carving a perfectly haunting pumpkin. Eventually, Mikey turned off the needle and cleaned off Franks red puckering back. He handed him a mirror for him to see the completed work.
"Holy shit, man. I fucking love it!" he squealed going gooey-eyed over his new piece of art that would stay with him forever.
"Glad you like it," Mikey smiled high fiving him before sitting him down again to bandage him up and give him the aftercare instructions while he slipped back into his shirt. "Be sure to follow those rules, okay? I really don't need you getting any infections when you're always sick enough."
"Aye aye, captain!" Frank said in a deep voice saluting Mikey. "Thank again so much. Oh, and Gee thanks for holding my hand. Sorry about being such a baby," he said winking towards him.
Gerard's legs wabbled, and Frank giggled all high pitched like a school girl. "It was no problem. You're not a baby."
'You're just somehow amazingly perfect, and goregous and I want to take care of your back so you don't get sick and possibly die.' Gerard thought to himself.
"Hey, are you busy for the rest of the night? Birthday plans? Gee and I were just gonna get some coffee and watch some scary movies. You up for it?" Mikey asked.
"Hell yeah! I'll just tell my mom I won't be home. I can crash at your place right? I hope that's not too much is it?" Frank beamed.
"Nope! It's alright with us. You'll have to stay in Gee's room though, unless you want the couch. My room's too small. Sorry."
Gerard's cheeks burned and eminated crimson.
"You don't mind Gerard do you? I'm not a weird perv I promise, unless you're into that kind of thing," Frank kidded winking at him.
It wasn't known until that moment that the level of blushing Gerard was expressing even existed.
"N-no. It's okay. I don't m-mind."
"Great! Let's go!" Mikey grinned as he cut off the lights and opened the door. The late October wind brushed against their cheeks. Mikey locked the door and they all headed to the car.
Gerard was feeling so many different things. Fear, happiness, sadness, anxiety, etc. He didn't know what emotional battle he was fighting inside, or what was going to happen along the way home. He did know one thing.
This night was going to be extremely long.
How was it? I kinda had to write this fast. My mom is kicking me off the computer. Ugh. I'll make sure the next one has more time put into it...that is if you want another chapter? :) Please R&R! THEY MEAN THE WORLD! Thank you!
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