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Come With Your Arms Raised High
What happens when Gerard finds out about the happy couple? And what will he do to Frank?
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Mrs. Iero looked at her son for a moment in shock, and Frank's heart stopped, wondering if his mom might actually kick him out.
"...Really? she asked breathlessly.
Frank slowly nodded, trying to think of a way that he could get out before she threw a knife at him. But, instead of flinging cutlery, Mrs. Iero ran forward and threw her arms around her son.
"Oh honey!" She exclaimed. "That's so great! You finally have a boyfriend!" Frank couldn't believe his luck. His mother wasn't yelling angrily, she wasn't attacking him, or casting him out of her house or disowning him, she was HAPPY for him! Encouraging him! He relaxed and hugged her back.
"Thanks for understanding, mom," he said.
"Oh honey, I'm so happy for you. When did this happen?" She sat down on the edge of a chair, looking interested to hear the dirt.
"This morning," Frank mumbled, beginning to blush at all the attention. Mrs. Iero just smiled, and then jumped up to pull her casserole out of the oven.
"Well," she said, as she put some on Frank's plate. "That's great. I'd like to meet him sometime," she added pointedly.
Frank nodded, his mouth full of food and his heart full of happiness as everything seemed to be working out.
Over the next few weeks, Frank and Mikey spent as much time as possible together. They went to the park, to the beach, to the movies, did everything together. Ray hadn't cared as long as they didn't "look at each other all fucking gooey", as he put it.
And they didn't. At least, not in public. Nobody at school seemed to know about them, even Gerard didn't suspect anything.
Gerard...Frank still thought about him constantly, and that was peppered with guilt for not being completely faithful to Mikey. He just couldn't help it. It seemed like Gerard did everything in his power to drive him crazy with lust, and the problem was that it worked. Gerard made Frank hot in his own skin, tight, hard, nervous, made his heart pound in his ears and sweat bead out on his forehead. He had some kind of inexplicable power over the younger boy.
Every time Mikey's back was turned, Gerard would be on Frank. Kissing, touching, licking, hot, rambling breathing. It sent a shiver up Frank's spine just to think of it.
But as long as he didn't act on any of it, everything would stay just fine...right? And so it did...Until came the day that things began to go to shit.
Gerard was sitting in his car, ready to go home for the weekend when his phone began to ring. He glanced at the caller ID to see that it was Bob.
"Hello."
"Hey Gerard," Bob sounded somewhat frantic and out of breath.
"Man, calm down, what is it?"
"Dude," he said. "Dude, Chloe just told me that Sarah told her that she had been told by James that his little brother Chase overheard that kid, Ray? The one your brother's friends with?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know him, go on. What's going on?"
"Your brother and that new kid Frank--"
"Yeah?"
"--they're DATING."
A silence hung between them after that as Bob let the news sink in. Gerard's grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white. He clenched and unclenched his jaw, trying to remain calm, as Bob was still on the other line. "Are you sure?" he asked quietly and evenly, not wanting to give his emotions away.
"Yeah, positive,"
"Well..." Gerard took a few breaths. "Thanks for telling me."
"...That's it?"
"Are you kidding?" he said into the phone. His brain was already devising a plan. He hung up with Bob and sat back in his seat, thinking, before revving the engine and contemplating his next move.
So that queer fucking fairy thought he was gonna turn his baby brother into a homo? So the faggot liked to take it up the ass from his little brother? Well, fine. We'll just see about that, he thought. We'll just fucking see.
He pulled into the driveway and got out, slamming the car door. As he stalked into the house, he heard his brother, hanging out upstairs with that fucking faggot and doing God-knew what. He slammed his bag down.
If that was the way that fag-fucking-cunt wanted to play it, then fine. That was how they'd play it.
Throughout all three horror movies, Gerard did not let Frank alone. Hands, arms, legs, groins, skin, heat, pleasure, wave after wave of shivers and shudders. Frank couldn't take it anymore. As soon as the movie was over, he dashed upstairs, disappearing into the safety of Mikey's room.
The two got ready for bed and went to sleep, cuddling just a little bit.
In the middle of the night, around three or so, Frank felt a gentle tapping on his shoulder. He sat up a little bit, squinting in the darkness to see who was waking him.
"Frank..." Gerard said softly, speaking his name smoothly and seductively.
"Mmm..." he murmured.
"Meet me in the park, 8:00 pm, I'll be there. Okay?"
"Mhmm..." Frank said sleepily before nodding back off to sleep. Gerard smiled wickedly, glad that his plan was finally being put into action.
When Frank and Mikey woke up about nine hours later, nerves began setting in, and Frank just hoped that Mikey wouldn't find out. Standing Gerard up again was not an option, if not only because he'd beat the shit out of him for it, then because Frank kind of wanted to go, to see what Gerard wanted to talk to him about.
And so it was that Frank found himself standing by a park bench, looking around for a boy he knew wasn't coming, and feeling like a bigger fool than ever.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around. He was looking into the face of Gerard Way, blonde-haired, good-looking, tall, slim, beautiful Gerard. And he was smiling.
"Hey there," he said, easy friendliness in his voice.
"Hi..." was all Frank could get out.
"I thought we'd have a little talk."
It was beginning to get dark, and stars were coming out, gleaming brightly and accompanied by a full moon. The pair found a soft spot of grass and lay down beside each other.
"W-what do you want to...to talk about?" Frank asked nervously. He had found out, he had found out, shit, shit, shit, he had found out...
"Well, before we get into that, I figured we'd loosen up a little." That was when Frank noticed that he had a bag with him. From it, he produced a small, cigarette-looking thing, and a bottle of scotch.
"Oh..." Frank said, uneasy. "I--uh...no thanks..."
"What? You straight-edge kid?" Gerard sneered, pressuring him, daring him to say yes. Truth be told, Frank was not really straight-edge. He wasn't really anything. He'd never had any friends to party with, so he'd never really gotten into anything.
"No," he answered meekly.
"Then prove it," Gerard dared. He lit the joint and put it to his lips, but not actually inhaling. He wanted to be lucid for this.
Trying to gain some confidence, Frank took the doobie Gerard offered and tentatively brought it to his mouth, inhaling for a second before sputtering and coughing it all out. Gerard laughed.
"Try again," he instructed. Frank did as he was told, and found that he was able to hold the smoke a little longer this time. He took a third hit, and a fourth, and pretty soon, he was flying with the stars.
A smile spread on his face and he blinked slowly, relaxed, calm. Gerard handed him a bottle, and he took it and knocked it back, downing half of it in a few seconds. Gerard took it back, chuckling.
"Whoah there," he said with a smirk.
Ahh...Gerard's voice. Such a lovely, melodic, beautiful voice. He should be a singer. Frank began to think about Mikey. Oh, Mikey, beautiful Mikey. Such a cutie. Gerard would probably kill Frank if he found out. Haha, kill him.
Frank laughed. "You would," he murmered, struggling slightly to string the words together.
Gerard smirked. "I would what?" he asked.
"Kill me if you knew--knew I wuhs drrrating Mickeyy...Mi-key," he laughed again. For some reason, he couldn't say words right.
Gerad chuckled maliciously. "Yeah," he said. "I would."
Frank nodded and laughed some more. Oh, Gerard was so funny, too. He was holding his hand now, his warm, strong, soft hand enveloped Frank's, and it felt so nice. He could kiss him!
Frank leaned over Gerard and did just that. The older boy was caught off-guard at first, but then he got into it, grabbing the smaller boy by the shoulders and rolling over so that he was on top of him. He kissed him furiously, meshing their mouths together, lips crashing, tongues colliding.
Frank was soaring, his thoughts swimming with booze and pot, he was on clouds, flying with the stars. He was so hot, his skin itched on fire, his groin straining against the confines of his tight skinny jeans. Gerard ran his hands all up and down Frank's body, waist, stomach, chest, legs, everywhere.
Suddenly, Gerard was gone, and the night was quiet for just a moment. Frank felt the grass next to him, empty, save for the warmth of the spot that the older boy's body had just occupied.
"G-Gee? Gerrr-" he was struggling to get his name out, and his heart pounded. What had happened? Where was he?
Without warning, two pairs of arms lifted him by the shoulders and dragged him up to his feet, on which he was unsteady. He lurched forward, trying to get away, but they caught him once more and heaved him to a police car, slamming him up against the hood. One pair of hands disappeared and opened the door, while the other shoved him roughly inside and slammed the door.
Frank was dizzy, disoriented, he wasn't sure what was going on. His head was beginning to hurt and he looked around the dark police car.
"W-w-whaa--" he just couldn't speak.
"You've been arrested for trespassing in the park after 9:00, for being intoxicated and under the influence of drugs and underage, and for possession. We're taking you to a holding cell, we'll call your parents, and then they decide what happens from there," replied the younger cop in the passenger seat. "Any more questions?"
Frank shook his head, trying to organize all this. "I wurrz too high to real-re-"
"Realize what?" the officer asked, amused.
"That I wruz getting sooooo zrunk!" he answered, frustrated that the man didn't understand. His head was pounding now, and he couldn't think, his thoughts fogged and fuzzied by the alcohol and the drugs.
When they got to the station, they threw him into one of the holding cells, took his home phone number, and left him there.
Alone with his thoughts.
Okay, so hopefully this makes up for the fact that it took me way too long to post the last chapter! So yeah, good chapter, huh? I mean, I got the idea for the next few chapters while I was falling asleep the other night and I just had to jump up and write the idea down so I wouldn't forget! Haha. So, what do you think? I'm so glad that everyone likes it so much, and I ask you to please continue to review it, because it's how I get better! So, let me know what you think of this chapter and what you might like to see in future chapters? I'm taking suggestions! Ok guys, this is too long already (That's what she said, bee-tee-dubs), so I'm OverAndOutxx
"...Really? she asked breathlessly.
Frank slowly nodded, trying to think of a way that he could get out before she threw a knife at him. But, instead of flinging cutlery, Mrs. Iero ran forward and threw her arms around her son.
"Oh honey!" She exclaimed. "That's so great! You finally have a boyfriend!" Frank couldn't believe his luck. His mother wasn't yelling angrily, she wasn't attacking him, or casting him out of her house or disowning him, she was HAPPY for him! Encouraging him! He relaxed and hugged her back.
"Thanks for understanding, mom," he said.
"Oh honey, I'm so happy for you. When did this happen?" She sat down on the edge of a chair, looking interested to hear the dirt.
"This morning," Frank mumbled, beginning to blush at all the attention. Mrs. Iero just smiled, and then jumped up to pull her casserole out of the oven.
"Well," she said, as she put some on Frank's plate. "That's great. I'd like to meet him sometime," she added pointedly.
Frank nodded, his mouth full of food and his heart full of happiness as everything seemed to be working out.
Over the next few weeks, Frank and Mikey spent as much time as possible together. They went to the park, to the beach, to the movies, did everything together. Ray hadn't cared as long as they didn't "look at each other all fucking gooey", as he put it.
And they didn't. At least, not in public. Nobody at school seemed to know about them, even Gerard didn't suspect anything.
Gerard...Frank still thought about him constantly, and that was peppered with guilt for not being completely faithful to Mikey. He just couldn't help it. It seemed like Gerard did everything in his power to drive him crazy with lust, and the problem was that it worked. Gerard made Frank hot in his own skin, tight, hard, nervous, made his heart pound in his ears and sweat bead out on his forehead. He had some kind of inexplicable power over the younger boy.
Every time Mikey's back was turned, Gerard would be on Frank. Kissing, touching, licking, hot, rambling breathing. It sent a shiver up Frank's spine just to think of it.
But as long as he didn't act on any of it, everything would stay just fine...right? And so it did...Until came the day that things began to go to shit.
Gerard was sitting in his car, ready to go home for the weekend when his phone began to ring. He glanced at the caller ID to see that it was Bob.
"Hello."
"Hey Gerard," Bob sounded somewhat frantic and out of breath.
"Man, calm down, what is it?"
"Dude," he said. "Dude, Chloe just told me that Sarah told her that she had been told by James that his little brother Chase overheard that kid, Ray? The one your brother's friends with?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know him, go on. What's going on?"
"Your brother and that new kid Frank--"
"Yeah?"
"--they're DATING."
A silence hung between them after that as Bob let the news sink in. Gerard's grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white. He clenched and unclenched his jaw, trying to remain calm, as Bob was still on the other line. "Are you sure?" he asked quietly and evenly, not wanting to give his emotions away.
"Yeah, positive,"
"Well..." Gerard took a few breaths. "Thanks for telling me."
"...That's it?"
"Are you kidding?" he said into the phone. His brain was already devising a plan. He hung up with Bob and sat back in his seat, thinking, before revving the engine and contemplating his next move.
So that queer fucking fairy thought he was gonna turn his baby brother into a homo? So the faggot liked to take it up the ass from his little brother? Well, fine. We'll just see about that, he thought. We'll just fucking see.
He pulled into the driveway and got out, slamming the car door. As he stalked into the house, he heard his brother, hanging out upstairs with that fucking faggot and doing God-knew what. He slammed his bag down.
If that was the way that fag-fucking-cunt wanted to play it, then fine. That was how they'd play it.
Throughout all three horror movies, Gerard did not let Frank alone. Hands, arms, legs, groins, skin, heat, pleasure, wave after wave of shivers and shudders. Frank couldn't take it anymore. As soon as the movie was over, he dashed upstairs, disappearing into the safety of Mikey's room.
The two got ready for bed and went to sleep, cuddling just a little bit.
In the middle of the night, around three or so, Frank felt a gentle tapping on his shoulder. He sat up a little bit, squinting in the darkness to see who was waking him.
"Frank..." Gerard said softly, speaking his name smoothly and seductively.
"Mmm..." he murmured.
"Meet me in the park, 8:00 pm, I'll be there. Okay?"
"Mhmm..." Frank said sleepily before nodding back off to sleep. Gerard smiled wickedly, glad that his plan was finally being put into action.
When Frank and Mikey woke up about nine hours later, nerves began setting in, and Frank just hoped that Mikey wouldn't find out. Standing Gerard up again was not an option, if not only because he'd beat the shit out of him for it, then because Frank kind of wanted to go, to see what Gerard wanted to talk to him about.
And so it was that Frank found himself standing by a park bench, looking around for a boy he knew wasn't coming, and feeling like a bigger fool than ever.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around. He was looking into the face of Gerard Way, blonde-haired, good-looking, tall, slim, beautiful Gerard. And he was smiling.
"Hey there," he said, easy friendliness in his voice.
"Hi..." was all Frank could get out.
"I thought we'd have a little talk."
It was beginning to get dark, and stars were coming out, gleaming brightly and accompanied by a full moon. The pair found a soft spot of grass and lay down beside each other.
"W-what do you want to...to talk about?" Frank asked nervously. He had found out, he had found out, shit, shit, shit, he had found out...
"Well, before we get into that, I figured we'd loosen up a little." That was when Frank noticed that he had a bag with him. From it, he produced a small, cigarette-looking thing, and a bottle of scotch.
"Oh..." Frank said, uneasy. "I--uh...no thanks..."
"What? You straight-edge kid?" Gerard sneered, pressuring him, daring him to say yes. Truth be told, Frank was not really straight-edge. He wasn't really anything. He'd never had any friends to party with, so he'd never really gotten into anything.
"No," he answered meekly.
"Then prove it," Gerard dared. He lit the joint and put it to his lips, but not actually inhaling. He wanted to be lucid for this.
Trying to gain some confidence, Frank took the doobie Gerard offered and tentatively brought it to his mouth, inhaling for a second before sputtering and coughing it all out. Gerard laughed.
"Try again," he instructed. Frank did as he was told, and found that he was able to hold the smoke a little longer this time. He took a third hit, and a fourth, and pretty soon, he was flying with the stars.
A smile spread on his face and he blinked slowly, relaxed, calm. Gerard handed him a bottle, and he took it and knocked it back, downing half of it in a few seconds. Gerard took it back, chuckling.
"Whoah there," he said with a smirk.
Ahh...Gerard's voice. Such a lovely, melodic, beautiful voice. He should be a singer. Frank began to think about Mikey. Oh, Mikey, beautiful Mikey. Such a cutie. Gerard would probably kill Frank if he found out. Haha, kill him.
Frank laughed. "You would," he murmered, struggling slightly to string the words together.
Gerard smirked. "I would what?" he asked.
"Kill me if you knew--knew I wuhs drrrating Mickeyy...Mi-key," he laughed again. For some reason, he couldn't say words right.
Gerad chuckled maliciously. "Yeah," he said. "I would."
Frank nodded and laughed some more. Oh, Gerard was so funny, too. He was holding his hand now, his warm, strong, soft hand enveloped Frank's, and it felt so nice. He could kiss him!
Frank leaned over Gerard and did just that. The older boy was caught off-guard at first, but then he got into it, grabbing the smaller boy by the shoulders and rolling over so that he was on top of him. He kissed him furiously, meshing their mouths together, lips crashing, tongues colliding.
Frank was soaring, his thoughts swimming with booze and pot, he was on clouds, flying with the stars. He was so hot, his skin itched on fire, his groin straining against the confines of his tight skinny jeans. Gerard ran his hands all up and down Frank's body, waist, stomach, chest, legs, everywhere.
Suddenly, Gerard was gone, and the night was quiet for just a moment. Frank felt the grass next to him, empty, save for the warmth of the spot that the older boy's body had just occupied.
"G-Gee? Gerrr-" he was struggling to get his name out, and his heart pounded. What had happened? Where was he?
Without warning, two pairs of arms lifted him by the shoulders and dragged him up to his feet, on which he was unsteady. He lurched forward, trying to get away, but they caught him once more and heaved him to a police car, slamming him up against the hood. One pair of hands disappeared and opened the door, while the other shoved him roughly inside and slammed the door.
Frank was dizzy, disoriented, he wasn't sure what was going on. His head was beginning to hurt and he looked around the dark police car.
"W-w-whaa--" he just couldn't speak.
"You've been arrested for trespassing in the park after 9:00, for being intoxicated and under the influence of drugs and underage, and for possession. We're taking you to a holding cell, we'll call your parents, and then they decide what happens from there," replied the younger cop in the passenger seat. "Any more questions?"
Frank shook his head, trying to organize all this. "I wurrz too high to real-re-"
"Realize what?" the officer asked, amused.
"That I wruz getting sooooo zrunk!" he answered, frustrated that the man didn't understand. His head was pounding now, and he couldn't think, his thoughts fogged and fuzzied by the alcohol and the drugs.
When they got to the station, they threw him into one of the holding cells, took his home phone number, and left him there.
Alone with his thoughts.
Okay, so hopefully this makes up for the fact that it took me way too long to post the last chapter! So yeah, good chapter, huh? I mean, I got the idea for the next few chapters while I was falling asleep the other night and I just had to jump up and write the idea down so I wouldn't forget! Haha. So, what do you think? I'm so glad that everyone likes it so much, and I ask you to please continue to review it, because it's how I get better! So, let me know what you think of this chapter and what you might like to see in future chapters? I'm taking suggestions! Ok guys, this is too long already (That's what she said, bee-tee-dubs), so I'm OverAndOutxx
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