Thirty Four

In the days that followed, I came to the conclusion that I never should have doubted Ray.

Despite knowing my secret, he acted as if nothing had changed when we were around people. He was perfectly convincing and dare I say it, an impressive liar. His parents didn't suspect a thing, especially not from their angelic son. In fact, it was only when the two of us were completely alone that we would mention it - normally just on the way to college and back when we knew we couldn't be overheard.

"You know, I see it so clearly now" he sighed on a dreary Tuesday morning, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming mindless chords on his knee "the way you look at him, how you were always okay with going there every day despite the fact it was supposed to be a punishment... it just all adds up now."

"Well as long as you didn't see it until now then that's all that matters" I sighed, feet resting up on the dashboard as Ray drove through an early morning traffic queue, which we often had to endure when making out way towards the town center.

"Oh no, I didn't have a clue. Nobody could even begin to guess that one, especially with Gerard being a catholic priest... hell, you could probably go round telling people and they'd still just laugh in your face. None of this would even be plausible to the congregation..."

"Good. The less believable, the better."

"Except for when it all comes out" he reasoned "then it's all just going to be ten times worse. There'll be that massive shock factor scandal, the newspapers will get involved... it's going to be total chaos Frank. And you won't be able to escape it."

"We can face that" I shrugged "We're strong, and the media will soon lose interest when they realize we're just another couple with nothing to say to them. Sure, it'll be a tough few weeks, but we'll get through it. I just wish I didn't have to drag you into it too."

"Maybe I'll go on a holiday when it all gets out" he shrugged "make them have to track me down first if they want to question me that badly. Not that I'd ever say anything, but you know."

"I just wish I could come too" I laughed as the car neared the campus "you know, whoever said running away wasn't the best option is wrong. If me and Gerard made a break for it right now then I reckon it would solve practically all our problems overnight."

"And surely bring you new ones along the way."

"Ray, look at us. Do you really think it's going to get worse than the shit we're already in?" He had to laugh at that one, shaking his head.

"Okay okay, you win that round. But if you do decide to run away into the night, make sure you give me a heads up first. I'm not sticking around to clean up your aftermath."

****

"Hey!" Lynz reached out and grabbed me by the back of my jacket, slowing me down in the middle of the crammed corridors "Wait up a minute, I need to talk to you."

"Oh, sure" I let her pull me over to the left hand side of the corridor, where it's less busy and we can actually walk side by side without someone knocking into us "Are you okay? Has something happened again?"

"Sort of" She grimaced "I mean, not to me. Its just Angela... she's really mad at you Frank. I dunno, I think seeing you in person really sparked something off, she won't shut up about what an awful influence you are on me."

"What? Is she trying to make your dad intervene?"

"He wouldn't - he can't expect to control who I'm friends with when I'm seventeen and he knows that. But he certainly doesn't like me mentioning you. Neither of them do" she sighed "Not that I guess we can really expect them to after what we did to her house..." A small smile appeared on her face when she thought of the state we left Angela's garden in.

"Eh, somehow I think I can live without their love" I chuckled "is that all there is? Because if you're just worried about them not liking me then I wouldn't bother, it's not like I'm ever going to have to spend time with them anyway."

"It's more what Angela will do about it that I'm worried about" She emphasized, "You've heard what she's like. I don't want her going round blacklisting your name, but that seems to be what she's doing at the moment. I know things are touchy with your family so I'm sorry if any of her rumors get back to them."

"To be honest with you, my name isn't exactly clean anyway" I didn't add how as soon as the news broke out about my relationship, me tagging a woman's house would be the least of my problems "and it's not like I really care what James and Isabel think of me. Hell, I don't even care what my parents think of me anymore." There had been a few attempted phone calls from home, but on the rarity of times when I did pick up and talk to my parents, it would only be a brief, monotone conversation.

"Frank she's even threatening to sell her story to the papers if it means getting you some punishment. She'd have pressed charges on you by now if she could, but my dad would never let her when it would affect me too. As much as he loves her, he'd hate for me to get a criminal record. It's about the only thing he's ever stood up to her over."

"Well at least he's standing up to her on something, that proves he must have some common sense left" I gave her a reassuring look "and anyway, I don't care who she tells or what she says, I was never going to be popular in this community anyway, this is nothing to me and should be nothing to you too."

"I just feel awful that she's giving you so much grief over this when it was all my fault we went tagging there in the first place" She scuffed her boot along the ground as we neared the canteen, sighing to herself "I know you deal with enough shit as it is."

"Lyn, seriously, don't worry about it okay? There are far more important things to dwell on than Angela and her constant need for attention. And if it makes it better at home then tell them that we're not even that close anymore. After the lies I've told my family about you, I think it's only fair I let you return the favor." She laughed then, tipping her head back and letting out a long cackle.

"Sweetie, I can't help making an excellent safety girlfriend" She winked "and besides, it was an honor to fake-date you. If only I'd known at the time. We could've gone for fake-dates where we dress up and you buy me food."

"And by food we would mean McDonalds chips and a coke to share" I scoffed, making her lightly slap my arm, an almost threatening look on her face that instantly made me laugh.

"Hey you! I'm a fancy-ass lady! I need fucking lobster, got it?"

"If I'm ever rich enough to buy you lobster, then I promise we'll go."

"Deal" We'd reached the canteen doors by then and were both walking over to our table "Oh and Frank? Angela and my dad will just have to deal with our friendship, because there's no way I'm lying about it to anyone. You're stuck with me for life."

"I wouldn't dream of it any other way" I said as I sat down, instantly becoming submerged in the conversation, which largely consisted of Kellin talking about how he was busy with Vic all weekend. Of course, we also heard all about Jimmy's latest antics, which consisted of him dyeing multiple items of clothing pink the night before in a spur-of-the-moment decision that I'm sure he would eventually come to hate, but never regret.

***

"Hymn number 666."

"For god's sake Frankie choose a proper one" Gerard rolled his eyes from where he was perched on the altar, the various cards in his hands and the board that dictated each service's hymns lying in front of him.

"696?"

"Frank..." I laughed at his expression. He was trying not to show his amusement, as he knew it would only encourage me further, so he'd gone for this frown that kept turning up at the corner of his mouth every so often when his control slipped.

"What? They're in the book so they count" I exclaimed "how would you feel if you composed some gospel hymn, only for it to be labeled 666 in the song book and so never picked, not even once?"

"I'd probably go away and write something better so they'd have no choice but to sing it" He grumbled "but anyway, it's beside the point. We need to get this done already."

"Oh really? Why's that? Got something else planned?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Not if you keep taking this long I don't" He snapped back, and I felt my resolve crumbling slightly "Now chose one more song and we're done."

"Make me."

I knew it would tease him to hear me say it, and I could feel from the way his grip stiffened that I'd had the chosen effect. Of course, this just inspired me further "make me, father Way."

He jumped down from the altar with nimble speed, and walked over to me, an eyebrow raised.

"You really want me to make you?" He asked in a low tone, glancing over at the closed church door. Brian was away at a meeting; and until that point we hadn't taken advantage of that fact. I guess we'd just been enjoying messing around in each other's company, but now there was a definitive shift in the tension that surrounded us. Especially when he placed a hand on my shoulder and smirked.

"You'll have to forgive me, because I've sinned" I winked "and from the look in your eyes I think I'm about to sin again." That really made his grip on my increase, and before I knew what was happening he was pushing down on my shoulder with strong force.

"You better get down on your knees and pray then."

Before I could say anything in response, I found myself dropping to the ground, my shins bumping against the stone floor hard enough that I hoped they wouldn't bruise. The hymn book fell to the ground beside me; completely forgotten the moment he unzipped his jeans.

He let me pull them down, and I did so with nimble, eager hands, which were getting far too skilled in this region for anyone to ever know. I even surprised myself with how easily I got his underwear down, letting in rest at his ankles.

I took him in my mouth without even so much as a word of warning, make him gasp and rest a hand on the wooden pew behind me in order to stop himself from going too weak at the knees. His other hand was in the back of my neck, gripping the ends of my hair tightly as he pushed further into my mouth.

My gag reflex threatened to kick in, but I managed to keep one step ahead of it, taking my time to lick up the underside of his dick and tease him as much as I could; with both my hands and my mouth.

"Fuck" He groaned "I'm going to hell for this one." I had to admit, he had a slight point. There we were, in the middle of the church, right in front of the empty pews, and I was on my knees sucking him off. I made a noise of agreement, not able to voice my reply when I was so... otherwise preoccupied.

I momentarily stopped what I was doing to grin up at him "Is it bad that I don't particularly care?"

"Probably, but then again I can't - oh" he let his eyes roll backwards as I started where I left off, this time going at a faster pace and sucking twice as hard. He bucked his hips into my mouth and let out a string of curses when I grabbed the back of his thighs, pulling him impossibly closer.

"Frankie I'm -" he started to say, but of course only got about halfway through before he was coming into my mouth, letting out a long moan as he did so. I swallowed; ignoring the taste as I did so, knowing it was the most efficient way to get rid of any evidence of exactly what had just happened.

By this point he'd fallen to his own knees beside me, still trying to regain his breath as he did so. His eyes had gone darker than normal; pupils dilated from his arousal. And oh fuck did I love to see him like that.

"I'd return the favor but we're already running late" He sighed, glancing over at the clock. It told us that we were already suppose to be on our way to dropping me back home, and as much as I'd love to have stayed I knew that it wasn't worth arising suspicion.

"Oh don't worry, you can repay me another time" I grinned as he leaned in to kiss me, going straight for an open-mouthed one, with his hands on my hips and my back pressed against the pew.

"Come on, we've gotta get a move on" he broke away with reluctance and stood up, pulling his clothes back on as he did so. With a groan I pulled myself to my feet and dusted the dirt off my knees, hating how quickly we had to move when we were sneaking around.

I knew that it was now only June though. So much could happen between then and October, most of which I could only guess at. All I knew for certain was that it wouldn't be plain sailing for us, or indeed anyone involved.

My wifi is still down so this update was ready earlier on but I had to wait to get round my friend's house, armed with a memory stick, to actually upload it. So thanks to her for letting me use her computer for Frerard smut. True friendship right there.

But yeah I haven't been on Tumblr since last Wednesday and I'm going mad. Everyone take a moment to appreciate their wifi hub. Give it a smile. Fuck it; go tell it you appreciate it.

Anyway hope you enjoyed this.

((Good vibes))

~ Headfirst for Helena