Song on the side is Heaven Help Us by MCR, as suggested by @LOTR_DW_YOUTUBE 

Ten

I cursed my luck.

Why hadn't I checked to look over there before I let a guy kiss me? Now James knew, and I could tell even from my side of the street that he was not happy. There was a dark expression on his face as he waited for me to cross the road. I almost just ran away, but I figured I might as well see exactly what his reaction would be, seeing as I would have to endure it at some point.

I carefully picked my way across the road and stood outside the passenger door on the car, heisting for a moment before opening it. I didn't sit down properly, just perched inside with one foot still resting against the ground outside, showing him that I was more than happy to leave at any minute.

"So..." I drew out my words, not really sure how to approach the subject "You now know."

TW: Homophobia - skip to *** if you would rather not read!

"That you're what? Gay?" he spat with venom, making me instantly recoil. My parents had known for a long time that I was unsure about my sexuality, and hadn't made a big deal out of it. Probably because they were too busy concentrating on all my other problems and that would just cause extra stress. Pete had known and i'd made it no secret to my new friends when I arrived that I was unsure and most probably bi, maybe even fully gay. I was definitely leaning towards men these days, and women seemed less and less.. appealing. I still valued them as friends and as attractive people, but I wasn't interested in anything sexual.

"You say it like it's a bad thing" I raised an eyebrow.

"It's a sin" he muttered under his breath, and then more profoundly "It's wrong and I won't stand for it!"

"Excuse me?" If my eyes could change colour then they would've flashed red by that point "Don't be a homophobic asshole or i swear to fucking God I will leave this car right now and you can go explain to Isabel how you left me out of the streets."

"I doubt she'll care when she hears about what you're really like... what you're really getting up to in your spare time" he all but spat "Whatever this habit you're getting yourself into is, it has to stop right now, you hear me? No more fooling around to spark a reaction, you stay away from that boy."

"That's it" I jumped out of the car and spun around to look back at him, my rage overflowing "Fuck you! And fuck your life! Fuck your perfect morals and fuck your homophobic asshole!" And then I slammed the car door with such force the whole thing rocked a little.

"Frank get back here!" He yelled out through the open window, but I was already running.

***

Running.

Running.

Running.

I didn't know where I was going so i just headed in the general direction of the town. I'd go back to Kellin's and sleep there, but first I needed to clear my head and calm down before I punched someone in the face.

Eventually my breathing became laboured and a stitch started to form in my side, meaning I had to stop and lean against the park fence. I clutched at my side and tried to even my breaths before the stitch developed any further, and in the end resorted to lying down on the pavement, looking up at the sky with wide eyes.

I felt like I had to create something, or destroy it. Maybe both. I had my spray cans with me in my bag, but I knew that I was too angry to even do that - my hands would just shake with rage and mess up the picture. Most of all I just wanted to lash out at James, to hurt him and make him feel a fraction of what I was experiencing. But he wasn't there. He was probably home by that point, telling my aunt about my disgusting sexuality and how he couldn't stand to go after me after my vile actions and language.

I pulled myself into a sitting position and leaned against the wall, my breathing back to normal again. The cold night air bit through my jacket and attacked every bit of visible skin in goosebumps and shivers, but the slightly frozen feeling it gave me was nothing compared to the boiling anger still racing through me.

But with each moment that passed whilst I sat there, leaning against that wall surrounded by nothing by shadows and my own thoughts, I felt my anger slowly turn to self pity. Once again I was rejected for being myself. Once again I was alone and wanting nothing more to trade in my life and get a better one. Once again I was rummaging around in my bag, pulling out the bottle of beer that I'd had leftover from the party.

I was already tipsy, so I figured drinking it would help lighten my mood. However the moment the empty glass was placed down beside me I felt nothing but a wave of emotions roll over me, reminding me of how I was sitting on an empty street on a Friday night, unsure of wether I was up to going back to the party or wether I should jump the park wall and sleep on a bench.

I remembered the church, and the sofa in Gerard's office that would be more than comfortable to sleep on. I wished it wasn't so late at night, that I could go and knock on the door and he'd still be there to let me inside. 

I had no idea what to do. I knew my friends would let me stay, but the mere thought of going to a party where everyone would want to know what the matter was seemed like something to avoid at all costs. I didn't fancy the park bench, especially as it was cold outside, but my choices were narrowing down pretty quickly. 

I knew I had no option but to go back to Kellin's, despite it being a considerable distance away by this point. I'd rather keep my head up and pretend nothing was wrong that have to go back to my family, not that I even considered them to be that. 

If I had my way, I'd never see my uncle or aunt ever again. I'd keep in contact with Ray, but his parents could go fuck themselves if they thought that I was ever going to speak to them again after i'd turned 18 and left. 

I slowly started to walk away from the town, back towards the general direction of Kellin's house. I couldn't help but take a diversion past the church as I did so, lighting up a cigarette as i walked with my old, battered blue lighter, the Marilyn Manson symbol doodled on the side in sharpie from about six months beforehand. Even smoking didn't take away the bruised feeling I had from James's reaction. I knew he'd be unhappy, but even I hadn't expected it to be that bad. 

I paused outside the church, sighing to myself when I saw that the lights were out and the door locked tight. I didn't really know what I would've done if it had still been open. I doubted that Gerard would want to know about my problems. Besides, didn't the church frown down on gays? What if he'd reacted like James? I don't think I could've standed it coming from him. 

I leaned against the wall and took a long drag, letting the smoke billow over my lips, not even caring that the sticks would eventually kill me. 

"I didn't know you smoked." 

At the sound of another voice coming from the right, I jumped and let out a high pitched shriek, completely dropping my cigarette to the floor, where it fell into the mud and was instantly extinguished.   Luckily I was met with the sight of Gerard leaning against his car a little further down the road, his bag over his shoulder and his jacket thrown on loosely. 

"Fucking hell Gerard" i pressed a hand to my racing heart as I tried to calm down, safe in the knowledge that it wasn't some creep come to kill me, but the priest that made my heart race in a completely different way. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" He seemed almost embarrassed as he walked towards me "Let's do that again, shall we? Hey Frank, what are you doing smoking outside the church at one in the morning?" 

"What are you doing here yourself?" I retorted, avoiding his question on purpose. I still hadn't asked him on his opinion on gays. He seemed like he would be okay with it, but I was still nervous to tell him. 

"I came back a few hours ago to pick up the jacket i forgot and ended up sketching  in the office. I lost track of time and here I am" He chuckled, moving closer to me "I've said my story, what about you? You looked upset."

"Oh" I toyed with my lighter, lightning the flame for a few seconds and just staring at the little glowing flame before it went out "I had a row with James and I'm not going back there. At least not tonight. I'll probably go back to the party..." I grimaced at the thought of going back and pretending that everything was okay. But then the alternative would be to tell the truth and have everyone feeling sorry for me. 

"What did you row about?" 

"I... he...." I looked up at him, trying to judge what his reaction would be. I decided that I might as well tell him, he was going to find out at some point anyway, so I might as well get it over with. That way even if he didn't accept me then I could just get all the resentment over with. I took a deep breath and let my lighter fall back into my pocket. 

"James caught me kissing another guy. Well, he was kissing me, but that's beside the point. He knows I'm gay now, and he flew off the handle..." I looked up at him and bit my lip out of nervousness, feeling somewhat glad that he didn't appear angry or even disappointed with me. He just seemed surprised. 

"I didn't realise" He admitted, his tone somewhat neutral "You can talk to me about that stuff though. You didn't have to hide it from me." 

"You're not angry too?" I frowned up at him. 

"Why would I be?" He just seemed confused by that point. 

"Because, well, you're a priest. I didn't think you'd approve of me being gay. I thought you'd be more... well, I thought you'd be angry to say the least. I wasn't sure if you'd want anything to do with me once you knew." 

"Frank I-" Now he was shocked "I can't believe you'd think that for a minute. I don't care about people's sexualities - they shouldn't matter to anyone. It's just a part of them. I'd never judge you for something like that, especially when you can't help it." 

"You mean that?" 

"Of course. I've got faith in you, remember?" He reached out and placed a hand on my arm "Woah, you're freezing out here! Why didn't you say something?" 

"It's okay" I shrugged, not really caring. 

"No it's not. Come on, you're coming back to my house" He turned to his car and opened the passenger door for me "I'm not having you walking around here at night when you're upset and you don't know where you're going. You can stay in my spare bedroom." 

"You'd do that for me?" 

"Of course. Now get in the car" I didn't even hesitate to sit down in the passenger seat. It seemed a far better alternative than going back to any of my other options, especially the park bench plan. Now that Gerard knew I was gay and he accepted me I felt lighter, and even happier. I was still exhausted, but it gave me the little energy I was in need of. 

"Thank you" I sighed when he sat down next to me and started to drive "I just can't go back there tonight. Hell, I never want to go back there, but especially now." 

"I understand" He nodded, letting the music play in the background, but not to the extent that we couldn't hear each other over it "You don't have to talk about it obviously, but what did he say to you?" 

"Just a bunch of insults really. He told me I was committing a sin, and that I had to stop immediately. He just went on and on until I couldn't stand it anymore..." Gerard's hands tightened on the steering wheel and undeniable rage flashed across his face. 

"Please don't let him upset you Frank. You're so much better than he'll ever be.." He looked like he was trying to control his temper, and was certainly doing a damn sight better than I had been back in the car with my uncle. 

"I know I shouldn't let him get to me, it's just the cherry on the cake really. I knew he'd react badly, but I had no idea it would be to this extent. That's why i wasn't planning on telling him. But then he went and drove up at the wrong time and saw me with this other guy I met and now he hates me even more than before. I bet he'll try to fucking exorcise the gay out of me next." 

"Yeah well I won't let him" He grumbled "Seriously, if he dosen't drop it then tell me and i'll have a word, and if that dosen't work i'll get Father Schetcher to have a word with him over Skype or something. He isn't my biggest fan, but he had a lot of respect for Brian. He has to realise that he can't give you abuse for your sexuality. It's just-" 

"Hey, Gerard, it's okay - really" I contemplated leaning over and placing a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, but I didn't think it would help, and by the time I made a decision, the moment had already passed and he had started to talk again. 

"I know you'll be alright, but I still feel angry that you had to go through that when it must have been hard enough to come out in the first place" he shook his head, the car slowing down to suggest we were nearly at his house. 

"Well I was expecting a reaction from him anyway" He pulled into the driveway of a reasonably sized house. It looked like it was two bedrooms from what I could see, with a bay window out front, and a small lawn next to the driveway that had a bench placed on one side of it. There was an overgrown flowerbed that he had obviously not gotten round to tending, and the whole place gave off a pleasant vibe as we pulled up. "So this is yours?" I was eager to change the subject anyway, so was glad that the opportunity had arose so easily. 

"Yep. It's rented, but I like to think of it as mine anyway. Come on inside, you look like you need defrosting" He climbed out of the car and i followed him, letting him lead me through the front door into a small, narrow hallway, with doors leading off to the left and a staircase to continue upstairs at the end. It was only then, under the glow of the lightbulb, that I remembered how late it was. 

"Come on" He noticed me yawning "I'll show you the spare room and find you some spare clothes." 

"Thanks Gerard, I mean it" I smiled, following after him up the stairs and into the first bedroom we came too, which was obviously his. The walls were a simple beige, but I could see various posters on the walls and a whole stash of comics that were overflowing from his drawers onto the floor and even stacked up in the corner, the pages worn and the colour fading ever so slightly from the amount of times he'd read them. "You didn't need to do all of this." 

"No, but I wanted to" he handed me a spare t-shirt "What sort of person would I be if I didn't help you when you were obviously upset? You needed somewhere you could stay where you wouldn't be interrogated by a load of drunk teenagers or judged, and I'm more than happy to help" He leaned against the doorway and gave me a genuine, although tired, smile. 

"I know you're not angry about me being gay, but what is your stance on it?" I asked as he lead me into the room next door, which just had a simple double bed and desk, with a build-in empty wardrobe in the opposite wall. "I mean, you're a priest, you must have an opinion on the whole gay marriage saga, or even gay people in general." 

"I know that it's frowned upon by the church in general, but I don't think so personally. I'm not homophobic and I never will be, I believe that people should be able to identify with and be proud of their sexuality and that they should be accepted for that. However some people are too backward thinking to share my views" He sighed and sat down on the bed, and I did the same next to him. 

"I'm glad. I couldn't stand it if you were one of those types of priests." 

"I wouldn't be able to stand it either" He smiled a little to himself before turning to me "I guess I should go to bed." 

"Okay" I nodded, trying not to pay too much attention to the way his knee was brushing against mine. 

"Before I do..." he hesitated for a moment "that guy you said you kissed..." 

"Dewees?" I frowned "What about him?" 

"Was that like, a serious thing? I mean, are you interested in the guy?" He kept his tone light, but I could've sworn i detected something else in it. Something that told me he wasn't just asking to make conversation, but because he genuinely wanted to know. 

"No not at all, we were just two friends, and he thought it could've been more." 

"But you don't think so?" 

"No. Why?" I couldn't help but smile a little as I glanced over at him, noticing that he had leaned further towards me. I don't think he even realised he was doing it until I leaned in too, my face a mere few inches from his. "My turn to ask a question. Have you ever been kissed by a guy before?" 

"F-frank I.. N-no but..." He stuttered, nerves overcoming him once he realised exactly what I was planning "I-I can't-" 

"Why the fuck not?" I gave him a moment, staring right into his eyes, waiting for him to object or tell me to stop. He did neither. He just sat there, staring at me with wide eyes, his hands clenched around the sheets. He was terrified of what I was about to do, but a part of him obviously wanted it too. 

At least, that's what I told myself as I leaned in and kissed him, letting our lips mould together and move so that I could bite his lip lightly and pull against it, hearing him let out a little groan when I did so. He placed his hand on the back of my neck and kissed back, slowly at first, and then more heatedly, letting me move so that my leg was resting over his. 

I'd tried not to spend too long fantasising over kissing Gerard, as i'd convinced myself that it would never happen, but now that it was I couldn't help but think it was better than I expected. Dewees was nothing in comparison to the way he felt to kiss, even if it was a short lived moment, over in around just under a minute when he decided to pull away. 

"I can't. I just... I'm sorry Frank" he mumbled, not meeting my eye "I'm not gay, I  don't think so. I mean..." He glanced up at me and I met his nervous expression with a blank one "I just can't do this right now." 

And with that he got up and left the room, leaving me to fall back onto the bed and wonder if i'd just made a massive mistake. One fact did remain though: Gerard had kissed me back and enjoyed it. 

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First bit of Frerard!