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Frank POV

After picking at the cold pizza and flicking through some horror movie channels, Ray finally fell asleep, snoring softly from the armchair he was curled up on. Still no sign of Gerard. I’ve checked on him a couple of times but he’s only moved his position of how he was laying.

Mikey yawned loudly next to me on the couch, and then placed his head on my legs and curled up in a foetus position.

‘You okay Mikes?’ I asked, playing with a strand of his hair. He had already fallen asleep.

Murmuring, he moved his body closer to mine, the warmth of his skin calming my nerves. His glasses were half way down his nose, so I took them off him and put them to the side, and listened to the eerie silence of the lounge, the dim light of the TV irritating me.

Reaching for the remote I checked the time, 1:30am, not too late, but I could feel my eyes closing, so I switched the TV off and tried to get in a comfy position without waking Mikey up.
I closed my restless eyes, still playing with Mikey’s mousey hair and eventually fell to sleep.

Something in the kitchen was rattling, which made me wake up, my leg was dead and Ray and Mikey were still sound asleep. I pushed my body up so I was sitting, and looked over towards the kitchen. The fridge was open and I couldn’t remember anyone going to get anything out of it so I was freaking out a bit.

Gerard’s face suddenly appeared from within the fridge, the artificial glow of the light emphasizing the bags under his eyes. Three bottles of beer were clanging together in his hand.

Oh God.

My throat closed up slightly from the relief and I made this little gawp sound, which alerted Gee of my presence. Curiously, he opened the beer and took a sip out of it, then walked towards the couch. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.



Gerard POV

A surging pain throbbed through my head, forcing my eyes to suddenly open. Sweating, I ran my fingers through my hair and wildly looked around my surroundings.

How the fuck did I get in my room?

My mind was fuzzy and I couldn’t remember the events from yesterday. I was still slightly intoxicated and a bit delirious, but the effects of the drug Levi gave me had worn off, and I needed something to fill the gap.

Stretching my arms, I rolled out of my bed, and headed towards the door, before climbing the stairs to the kitchen. Everything was pitch black so I assumed Mikey was in bed, however I decided to tip-toe towards the fridge anyway, just in case. I grasped three bottles of beer and I heard a noise, like someone was yawning but tried to cover it up.

I hate it when people do that it’s so annoying…

Anyway, I took a swig of my opened beer and began to walk towards the sound. The first thing I saw was Ray curled up on the armchair, his large hair hiding his face. Then the boy, Frank from earlier (looking alarmed) with Mikey lying on top of him.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you..’ I said gruffly.

‘N-no it’s f-fine, I was already awake, can’t really sleep.’ He replied softly, messing around with my brother’s hair.

‘Why don’t you come chill with me, we’ll have a smoke and watch TV and shit, crack open a couple of beers.’ The poor kid stuttered unsure, so I staggered over to him and placed a finger on his lips.

‘Shh you’ll wake them both, come on you.’ He slid from under Mikey and scuttled behind me, as I passed him a beer.

We both walked in silence into my room, as I was finishing off the last of my beer. Frank cocked his head to the side and looked at me like he was worried.

‘I like drinking.’ I simply stated, lighting a cigarette. I passed the already lit one to Frankie and he accepted it with shaking hands. Lighting one for myself I turned on my TV and gestured to my bed. Frank sat right on the edge, like he was scared or intimidated by me.

‘Frankie chill out, I don’t bite.’ I chuckled. ‘Unless you like that.’ I winked and he raised an eyebrow at me and started biting his lip ring.

I swear we’ve hung out before…

There was fuck all on TV, so I grabbed The Lost Boys and popped it in my DVD player, I could feel Frankie’s huge eyes burning my back.

‘Don’t you like this film?’ I questioned, the beer was taking its toll.

‘No no it’s fine…’ He replied trailing off.

No one spoke for a few seconds and I could feel it getting awkward, so I informed him politely that I was going to get more beer.

‘I’ll come with you, I need to get my bag anyway.’ Frankie said, standing up with a little wobble.

‘Who said you were staying in my room?’

‘Erm…I…I thought...it doesn’t matter…’

‘I’m joking Frankie, come on twitchy’.

After I collected my crate of beer and his bag we went back down to my bedroom, and flopped on the bed. He was becoming more talkative and we have quite a lot in common, like we both love The Misfits and he was telling me about his guitar ‘Pansy’.

‘You should totally come and jam with me man!’ I exclaimed drunkenly.

‘I totally will man it will be awesome! Ugh I’m fed up of drink, want to share a joint?’

FRANK POV

Fucking hell I’m sitting in Gerard Way’s bedroom making plans to jam and I’m very drunk. I’m not too keen on drinking though, I’m more of a spliff person.

I sparked up and took a few burns, before passing it on to Gee. He shakily took it and took a fair amount back before tipping his head and blowing the smoke out slowly.

Shit he was so hot.

We carried on smoking the joint and I eventually killed it, but I still felt like I could have a little bit more. I felt bad because Mikey told me too look after him, but just being centimetres away from him is such a buzz, almost like he’s my intoxication.

‘You want to darlic the next one?’ I slurred. He nodded slowly, but he looked out of it, he wasn’t looking at me, he was just staring at the ceiling, mouth slightly open. I created the darlic in a matter of minutes and creamed first.

No I don’t mean that in a sexual way…

Anyway, I took the contents back and handed it to Gerard. He sheepishly giggled and started to do the same, he was good at it, but the smoke in the bottle was super thick, and I didn’t want him to be sick.

‘Ever done blow backs?’ He suddenly said, biting his lip.

‘N-no’ I stuttered, unsure of where this was going.

‘Wanna try?’ He replied, leaning into me.

He scooted up right in front of my face on the bed crossed legged, and I copied. He took some of the smoke back, then leant in towards my lips. I parted them and he blew the smoke which hit the back on my throat harshly. Gee bit my lip before passing the bottle to me, my spine was tingling and my heart doing the butterfly effect. I guessed he wanted me to do it too him, so I took the rest back and pressed my lips onto his. He took it back and detached his lips from mine, but barely, just enough so he could blow the smoke out. Gee then pressed his lips to mine, his tongue pressing against my teeth, begging for entrance, I gave way and let him delicately lick the roof of my mouth, making me groan quietly, he hands moving to my hips.

I eventually started moving my mouth with his, but I needed him now and fast. I deepened the kiss, forcing my tongue into his and exploring his mouth, I bite his lower lip slightly, making him moan and sending vibrations down my body.

I had enough of teasing.

Viciously, I threw his back on the bed and straddled his hips, kissing him passionately. Our hand explored each others body, a sense of desperation making us wild. He threw me over and straddled me, taking my t-shirt off haphazardly to the floor and started kissing down my chest, and flicking his tongue over my nipple, making me buck my hips.

Gee nibbled the skin near my collarbone, and then planted more tiny kisses down to my navel, making me moan in pleasure.

He pulled off my trousers, then undid his own, before rubbing my thigh softly and kissing me again.

Burying my face in the crook of his neck I started nibbling and sucking at the skin, leaving a trail of purple marks.

I could feel him getting harder on my thigh, so my hand snaked down towards his bulge and stroked it gently, making his head jolt back.

Suddenly he went limp, and his head landed heavily onto my chest, before he gently started snoring.

For fucks sake…

Placing one last delicate kiss on his neck I cupped his sleepy face, trying to calm my raging erection. I put him to bed, and turned the TV off. I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t leave him after I partly caused him to pass out, but I didn’t want Mikey to find out because I’m guessing he’d freak.

It was 5:00am now, and I was exhausted, but I had to clear my head and figure out what to do.

An hour of pacing his bedroom and smoking had past painfully slowly. I flinched at every move he made, but he still wasn't awake. Sighing, I opened his chest of drawers and picked out a misfits top, I had to change that grubby white t-shirt he was wearing. Quietly, I walked towards his silhouette, the curve of his body making my stomach twist. I sat awkwardly on the side of him on his bed, the movement of the mattress made him moan and turn his head towards mine.

I looked closely at his peaceful face, his lips begging me to kiss him. My face was hovering over his at the point, his hot breath tickling my cheeks.

Licking my dried lips, I bent over him a little more, then placed a small kiss on his mouth. I felt my member twitch, oh shit I needed to pull myself together.

I propped him up with his back resting on the back board, making him stir slightly. Curling my fingers on the bottom rim of his shirt I pulled it over his head, his chest bare. My heart pounded and I was getting hard, but I was too transfixed on his physique.

His beautiful ivory white skin contrasted with the black duvet covers. I traced my finger along his upper chest, the softness of his skin making my mouth dry. I laced my finger through his, and squeezed slightly, getting under the covers, wrapping my pale arms around his muscular chest, forgetting about putting another top on him. I decided to put some boxers on him though, I kept my eyes shut so I wouldn’t get hard again.

Eventually I dosed off, Gerard Way in my arms.

MIKEY POV

The dim Jersey sun rippled through my front room window, making me squint and wake up.

I rubbed my weary eyes and questioned myself on where on earth did I put my glasses. Looking over towards the coffee table I saw them glinting. Frank must’ve taken them off for me bless him…

Actually, where is Frankie?

Standing up I looked over towards Ray, who was currently cross legged staring at Cartoon Network looking rather bemused.

‘Morning Mikes!’ Ray beamed, wide eyed.

‘Mornin’ Ray… Have you seen Frankie?’ I asked sleepily.

‘Frankie? That sounds totally gay dude.’ Ray laughed, ‘You feel asleep on him so you should know!’

What the hell…

I furrowed my eyebrows and went to see if his bag was here. That had disappeared too…

He couldn’t have left, Frankie wasn’t like that…I thought he was different…

I ran my hands through my hair and dragged myself to the kitchen, turning on the kettle.

‘Ray do you want a cuppa?’ I raised my voice, but not too loud otherwise I’d wake Gerard. I better make him some coffee and make sure he’s okay; I hope he’s not how he usually is…

‘No thanks Mikey!’ Ray replied. Putting the coffee and pouring the milk into the mugs, I picked up Gerard’s mug and began to descent down to the basement.

The air seemed to have a fainted tint of weed and stale smoke, what the hell has happened?

Confused, I opened the basement door, and was welcomed with an unexpected surprise.

FRANK POV

I normally wake up with a hangover, and I normally wake up from someone screaming at me, which is usually my Dad.

This time I had a skinny mousey haired boy dropping scorching hot coffee down his jeans, causing an unexpected scream.

My eyes shot open and immediately leaped out of bed, landing heavily on my ass, in just a pair of boxers. Before I could explain the situation, it got amplified as Gerard (to the reaction of be falling off the bed) pounced off the bed in just his boxers.

‘Mikey this is not what it looks like, Gee came downstairs an-‘

‘What the fuck? What the actual fuck! Do you just fuck anything? Have you no fucking self control? I was fucking worried sick, why do you have to do this too me always…’

Surprisingly Mikey’s anger wasn’t towards me, but to the giggly Gerard next to me, whose hand was wrapped around the neck of a vodka bottle.

‘Fuck you M-Mikey. I can fuck who I want, it’s not my fucking fault you’re an outcasted nerdy freak that no one would touch!’

Gerard was standing up at this point, and viciously attempted to grab Mikey’s neck, intoxicated anger engulfing him. Mikey, was trying to push him away but Gerard took this as an insult and tightened his grip. Mikey looked so scared and his face was drained of all colour and his voice was being mutated into a croaky squeal.

‘Gerard get off him!’ I screamed, terrified. I was reached out to grab his arm and he swung his free one, punching me straight in my face, reminding me off my Dad.

‘Fuck you Frankie! No one fucking likes you!’ He said, spitting. I couldn’t hold it in. I began crying uncontrollably, trying to breath between shaky breaths.

‘GERARD WAY.’ I heard a female adult scream. ‘Let go off Mikey this instance!’

Like a dog and its owner, Gerard let go off his grasp around Mikey’s throat.

Deeply breathing as if in pain Mikey ran towards me, cuddling my body, moving my fringe out of my tear soaked face.

‘You c-can’t tell me what to do anymore.’ Gerard spoke coldly.

His eyes began to blink heavily, and he staggered out the room, cursing to himself. His mother shook her head in disbelief then began to walk over to Mikes and I, still on the floor.

‘I’m sorry, I’m Dona, Gerard and Mikey’s mother, and you are?’

‘Fr-Frankie, lovely to meet you Mrs Way’. She nodded towards me, then lifted her hand to my face and adjusted it slightly, taking a better look at the bruise developing on my face.

‘Oh god, let’s get you two cleaned up’. She kissed Mikey on the forehead, and helped us both up.

We stumbled to the kitchen and Dona told us she was going to go ‘talk’ to Gerard, who was standing at the back door smoking.

‘Mikey, about what you saw, I’m so sorry, we didn’t do anything major I swear. We were both really high and he wouldn’t stop…’

It wasn’t him starting it.
It was me.
I took advantage of him.
I gave him drugs for Christ sakes.

‘I know it wasn’t your fault. Gerard always does this. He’s so insecure, and he hides his emotions and isolates himself so much, I’m so worried about him. Last time he was like this he tried to fucking kill himself, I know he still self harms and there’s nothing I can do. I’ve tried talking to him, I’ve tried getting him back on medication, but as soon as he does he starts drinking and I wish I could just make it stop…’

Mikey was getting hysterical, so I looped my arm around his waist and pulled him close to me.

Donna had ask Ray to leave, who was oblivious to anything that was going on, bless him.

Handfuls of ice to the face later Mikey and I were sitting in the lounge, watching TV, however we were not fully concentrating; we were listening to Gerard and Donna.

‘Gerard, we all know you’re having a difficult time coping with everything, and you can’t hide it. I understand how much you hurt right now, and I love you, you know that right? But if you ever put a hand on anyone, especially Mikey, you will be out of this house for good. Do you understand?’

I could hear the faint sniffs, recognisably Gerard’s.

It was my fucking fault he did all this…

‘Mama, I’m fine, I just got a little too drunk that’s all.’

‘Gerard you promised you wouldn’t start drinking again!’

‘I haven’t! It was just one time…’

‘I’m not stupid! And neither is Mikey! Just let us help you!’

‘Fuck off!’

Gerard staggered into the kitchen then into the lounge, his eyes bloodshot and puffed up. Sitting heavily onto the spare couch he buried his face in his hands, soft sobs escaping. Mikey stood up shakily, and walked towards him and perched on the edge of the couch, rubbing circles on Gerard’s back.

‘I’m so fucking sorry Mikey…’ He whispered.

‘It’s okay Gerard, just please don’t do it again., if not for me, fo-‘ Mikey glanced up at me, then leaned into Gerard’s ear and inaudibly muttered something to him, which made him looked at me with tragic eyes.

Donna came in shortly after, with some concentrated juice and a bottle of pills.

‘Gee, sweetheart, take these. Three a day remember, it will make the demons go away.’ She spoke softly, she cared so much, I wish I had someone like that, Gerard’s so lucky.

Running thin white artist fingers through his hair he knocked back a couple, then curled up on the sofa, quickly falling asleep. Donna kissed his head gently.

‘Frank, I’m sorry about all of this, maybe you should go home, come back soon okay? Then we’ll have a proper introduction.’

I nodded my head and went to get my stuff from Gerard’s room, terrified of what my Dad was going to do when I arrive at home, when I’ve been missing for a day, with no phone call.

He was going to kill me.