A lovely little one~shot requested by my Frerard dealer, @Lovegoods--. Hope it doesn't suck too much, and so sorry for the delay!

Gerard Era: TBP- The Sheriff of Emo Town

Frank Era: Bullets- Orange faux hawk

Enjoy~~

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"Get out of the way, fag," Frank Iero snickered as he pushed Gerard Way over.

"S-sorry," Gerard whimpered, moving out of the way. Frank and his gang of jocks stomped and trampled over Gerard's books and papers as the made their way down the hall. Once they were gone, Gerard picked up his ruined binders with wet eyes. He stumbled off to class. 

He took his seat in the back, and kept his red face hidden from his friends. Ray Toro, Gerard's best friend, sat next to him and Ryan Ross, his only other friend, sat next to him on the other side. Ryan immediately noticed Gerard's trashed binders.

"They did that, didn't they?" He asked, putting a hand on Gerard's shoulder. Gerard nodded miserably.

"Fuckers..." Ray muttered unhappily. 

The professor walked in and the lesson began. Ryan, Ray, and Gerard started taking their notes, minding their business, doing the usual class procedure. Everything was going surprisingly well, until Pete Wentz threw a piece of paper that hit Ray in the face. 

"Hey!" Ray exclaimed, way too loudly. At this point, Pete had turned around and Ray was just disrupting the class.

"Mr. Toro? Is there something you'd like to share?" The professor asked.

"No," Ray said. Pete fist bumped Dallon Weekes, another jock in the gang. The boys laughed silently together.

The class finally ended and Gerard, Ryan, and Ray, played the usual game and waited for the room to clear out before they left. Today was different...When the friends exited the room, Frank, Pete, Dallon, and Brendon Urie were waiting for them. Gerard's stomach was in his throat now. He and his friends just cast their eyes down as they tried to walk past the bullies.

Frank grabbed Gerard's hair and yanked his head up. "Look who it is guys! Our favorite faggots."

"Leave him alone!' Ray cried. The hallways were empty now, seeing as it was lunch time. Pete punched Ray in the face and spat on him as he fell.

Ryan crouched by his friends side, protecting him as much as he could.

"Aww, that's so cute, Way," Frank cooed into Gerard's ear. "You have people who care about you."

"Yeah, what a shocker," Brendon scoffed. "But, I mean, these two aren't really anything special. Just two more gay twats."

"Don't talk about them like that!" Gerard struggling against Frank's grip, making Frank just grab his hair harder.

"Shut up," Frank grunted.

"Mr. Iero! Get your hands off of Mr. Way!" A voice hollered down the hall. 

Frank let go of Gerard and him and his gang took off in the opposite direction. Gerard and Ryan helped Ray to his feet and walked him to the nurses office. They told a lie and said Ray had just run into a pole, it was no use getting their asses kicked later for landing Frank and the jocks a spot in detention.

The boys hung out in the corner of the lunch room, chatting. Anxiety levels were up as they waited for the football boys to swarm them and make a scene. Lucky for them, they were left alone for the rest of the day. They didn't even get any trouble in the hallways, which only really happened if the team had a game to prepare for. Ray, Ryan, and Gerard didn't say anything out of fear of jinxing themselves, but they silently thanked the gods for this miracle. The last bell of the day rang and the highschoolers streamed out. Ryan and Ray made their usual dash to get the hell off campus and get home as fast as they could. As for Gerard...

"Hey babe," Gerard smiled at his boyfriend.

"Hey, cutie," Frank Iero said, pulling Gerard in for a hug.

"How was today?" Gerard asked, sitting under a tree, the couple's usual meeting spot behind the school.

"Sucked. You know I really hate hurting you and your friends. Especially you," He sighed. He took out a package of cigarettes and handed one to Gerard, lighting both of them.

"We have a forbidden love, baby," Gerard chuckled. "And you know I don't mind getting hurt."

Frank looked down at the boy in his arms who looked up at him and winked. Frank snorted and kissed him shortly.

"You're ridiculous," Frank said, taking a drag.

"You know it's true!"

"Yeah, yeah, you kinky whore," Frank laughed.

Gerard and Frank sat under the tree, tangled around each other. The cigarettes had been long since discarded and were replaced with each other's lips. Their love really was a forbidden sort. Gerard; a gay, nobody. A loser in everyone's eyes, except his friends and Frank. A boy involved in nothing except superheros, comics, and eyeliner. And then his polar opposite, Frank; a student-athlete. Star quarterback of their highschool, a ladies man and a flirt. Everyone girl wanted Frank Iero, every boy wanted to be him. He was the leader of the jock gang, Gerard was the leader of a vampire gang. That's what everyone said because the boy was so pale.

"I feel like we should be able to be friends publicly, you know?" Gerard wondered aloud.

"Gotta love stereotypes..." Frank mumbled into Gerard's hair.

"Can't we break them?" Gerard asked, squeezing the jock's hand.

"I wish, but we aren't in some Highschool Musical bullshit."

There was a silence.

"Can I tell my friends at least?" Gerard asked.

"I don't care who you tell. It's just a matter of them believing and/or accepting it," Frank said.

"Accepting it?"

"I mean, how would Ray and Ryan take it if you were letting your boyfriend beat on their asses?"

Gerard looked down. Fuck, he hadn't looked at it like that. "I mean...I was getting beat on too."

"Yeah, but you wanted it. You actually liked it," Frank said. Gerard giggled and blushed.

"Alright, yeah..." Gerard regained his composure.

"I mean, it's completely up to you. They already hate me," Frank shrugged. Gerard knew he couldn't protest with that.

The hour Gerard and Frank always spent together ended and they walked their separate ways home. Gerard spent his 30 minute walk wondering if he should tell his friends or not. He'd been dating Frank for the past two years, but Frank and his gang had been tormenting Gerard and his friends since the seventh grade, they were juniors now. After so many years of shit, Gerard highly doubted telling his friends about his relationship would go over well. 30 minutes, a lot of sighing, and a stop for two diet cokes later, and Gerard was at his front door, texting Frank.

Geebee: Can you come over??

Frankie: I just saw you, hon.

Geebee: I miss you. A lot. You should spend the night.

Frankie: It's a school night, you know we can't risk getting caught together. We've gone over this, babe.

Geebee: I know...but pleeeaasseee?

Frankie: Gerard.

Geebee: Frank.

Frankie: Fine. I'm sighing right now. Just letting you know.

Geebee: Yay! Thank you! I love you!!

Frankie: I love you too.

Gerard giggled as he walked up the stairs. He poked his head into his father's office. 

"Dad?" Gerard asked quietly.

"Yes?" Donald replied.

"Can Frank come over and spend the night?"

"On a school night?" Donald looked up from his desk. Gerard shrugged with a nod. "Wait, that Iero boy?"

"Y-yeah," Gerard answered.

"I thought he bullied you and your friends?" He looked back at his papers.

"Not anymore," Gerard muttered. "So, can he?"

"What does your mother have to say?"

"She doesn't care if he does. He's come over before, but you've been on your business trips."

"Is he your friend?" Donald questioned. Gerard started getting antsy. Couldn't he just answer the question?

"Yes, so-"

"Wait...is he your boyfriend, Gerard?" Donald asked, pausing in his writing.

Gerard's heart stopped. Oh god...how could he possibly know? "Y-yes he is."

Gerard's father glanced up at him. His expression was unreadable. Gerard waited for the screaming, he waited for the lecture, for the grounding. He was out to his mom, but his dad was a different story. He was hoping he could just avoid the coming out all together, seeing as Donald Way was never home anyway due to business trips. Gerard's entire body was tense.

"Alright. I don't have a problem with it. Just make sure you get to school on time," Donald said simply. Gerard stood there, shell-shocked. Donald Way just accepted his gay son for being gay.

"Thanks dad," Gerard squeaked as he quickly exited the room.

Gerard shut the door to his room and collapsed against it, sighing happily. His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Frankie: I'll be there in 5.

Frankie: Frankie sent a photo

Gerard's eyes widened. The picture was of a condom and a small bottle of lube.

Frankie: For later ;)

Gerard felt an aching feeling growing in his stomach. He bit his lip with a smirk, replying back quickly.

Geebee: You're a little bastard, Frank Iero. I'll see you soon ;)

Five minutes later and Frank was in the Iero home. He greated Gerard's mom, Donna with a smile and lucky for him and Gerard, Donald was too busy to be bothered. Lucky for both of them, poor Donna hadn't prepared anything for dinner and the Way family was suppose to search the fridge for dinner.

"I'm so sorry about dinner, Frank," Donna apologized

"Oh no, don't worry! Gerard and I would've been too busy upstairs to eat anyway," Frank smiled politely after delivering such a horrid comment to Gerard's mother.

"Frank!!" Gerard exclaimed. He looked at his mother, horrified and almost disgusted. Donna was just laughing.

"Just be safe," She said, walking away.

"You're a dead man," The blushing Way boy growled.

"Make me a dead man in bed," Frank smirked. "Race ya!"

They darted upstairs, the door hadn't even closed all the way before Frank was straddling Gerard on the bed, kissing him violently. Frank kisses were hungry, his movements lust filled. Gerard's whimpers was the only thing that could be heard over the smacking of lips and heavy breathing.

"Fuck...I haven't gotten to kiss you like this in forever," Frank mumbled just before latching onto Gerard's neck, sucking in the spot he knew drove his boyfriend crazy. Gerard's gasped and held Frank tightly. The pressure and heat on Gerard's neck just made him groan out loud, he wanted to beg for more. His stomach twisted in a good way, and his hips were grinding up into Frank's, who ground down against him in response. Frank bit down on the Gerard's neck, soothing the bite with his warm tongue.

"F-frank..." Gerard panted, pulling Frank's shirt up.

Frank removed both his and Gerard's shirts with experts movements, he pulled Gerard's pants off too. Frank then proceeded to leave hickies and bruises all over his lover's creamy white skin. To Frank, the bruises were like beautiful flowers, to Gerard it was just a fucking teasy act, it drove him crazy. Gerard started lightly pushing Frank's head further and further down his abdomen until he was breaths away from Gerard erection. It took all Gerard had in him not to rut his hips up into Frank's face.

"You ready?" Frank whispered. Gerard smiled softly at his consensual question and nodded.

Frank slid his fingers under the waistband of the boxers and slipped them around Gerard's thighs. He saw the unbruised skin and took to sucking on them, but would give Gerard what he wanted. Frank wrapped his hand carefully around Gerard's cock and started pumping him slowly. Gerard hummed, throwing his head against the pillow. 

Frank decided his was satisfied with the purple marks and took Gerard's growing erection into his mouth while his only grew in his pants. Gerard arched his back off the bed, letting out a gasp. Frank didn't hesitate to started sucking his boyfriend off. He took him down his throat as far as he could before gagging. Gerard's fingers were tangled in Frank's orange hair, loosening the gel that held is hair in place. Frank licked the underside of Gerard's cock and reached his hand up towards Gerard. The latter hurriedly took the digits into his mouth, lathering with his own spit. He knew what was coming next. Frank took his fingers from Gerard's mouth and inserted one finger into Gerard's hole. The boy with black hair inhaled quickly.

"You need prep?" Frank asked, slowly pushing his finger in and out of Gerard.

"No, just fuck me, please," Gerard breathed.

Frank pushed his pants and his boxers down, kicking them off. His stroked himself while looking at his beautiful, naked lover. He smirked, but quickly remembered the condom and lube that was in his jeans. He took no time at all to put the condom on and lube his length up.

"Legs up, beautiful boy," Frank cooed.

Gerard obeyed and put his legs up slightly. Frank took over, spreading Gerard's legs wider and pushing into Gerard's tight ass. Gerard bit his lip and relaxed as Frank's cock sank into his hole. Gerard nodded and Frank moved in and out. Tears came to Gerard's eyes, but he was use to Frank soon enough. Gerard's whimpers were soon quiet moans, his eyes were closed and he was gripping the sheets. Frank put his hands on each side of Gerard's body. He thrust into him, sweat dripping down his back already from the intense pleasure. 

"So tight...fuck," Frank groaned. His mouth hung open in the slightest as he stared down Gerard, whose eyes were shut tight.

Gerard was a panting mess, moaning every time Frank hit that spot inside him. Frank used one hand to jack Gerard off, making Gerard's moans louder.

"Shh, baby," Frank said. Gerard covered his mouth with his own hand, his moans wouldn't cease.

"I-I'm gonna cum Frank," Gerard whined. 

Frank loved hearing Gerard moan his name. He could feel himself coming undone just because of that one word.

"Me too, baby," Frank grunt. 

He stroked Gerard faster and thrusted deeper. Gerard cried out into his hand. Frank looked to see Gerard's biting his thumb. Frank felt a warmth cover his hand as Gerard's came. Frank kept pumping until he was through with his orgasm. Frank didn't wait to overstimulate Gerard, he wouldn't last long enough anyway. He pulled out of Gerard and tore the condom over. Gerard reacted quickly, hopped off the bed and was on his knees, sucking Frank's cock. He wasn't able to do much before Frank was holding Gerard's head as he came into his mouth. Gerard swallowed and opened his mouth to show Frank.

Frank chuckled. "Good job."

"Sex is ridiculously fun and surprisingly easy," Gerard said, standing. He kissed Frank tenderly.

"It's even better when your parents are downstairs too," Frank laughed. Gerard rolled his eyes.

"Next time, it's going to be at your house. I know Linda adores me, so I'm going to scream your name so loudly-"

"Alright! I'm done teasing!" Frank said. "Let's just shower."

They got into the shower together, and that's all it was. The washed each others hair and dried each other off. Frank put on a pair of pajamas that he kept at Gerard's house and Gerard put on a big t-shirt and panties. They cuddled up on the bed and watched TV.

"I think we should invest in a cock ring, or maybe two," Frank said.

"W-what?" Gerard giggled.

"I want to be able to last, you know? Sex is always over way too soon," Frank said.

"Maybe we'll make an investment," Gerard said. He snuggled into Frank and they fell asleep together peacefully.

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"Losers," Frank said, pushing past Gerard and his friends.

Gerard sighed. After last night, Gerard really wished his friends and Frank's gang could all get along. He tucked at the collar of his sweater, cursing Frank for the hickies.

"Why are you wearing a sweater? It's, like, 70 degrees out," Ray said. Gerard just shrugged, still lost in his thoughts. Ryan tugged the sweater down, exposing a few of the bruises on his collar bones.

"Ryan! The fuck!" Gerard shouted.

"Dude...bathroom. Now," Ryan said, taking a fist full of both Ray and Gerard's shirts. 

The boys went into the old, broken bathroom that no one ever used and/or cleaned. They went to the farthest stall and sat on the ground. Ryan's eyes were bulging from their sockets.

"Stop staring at me! What do you want?" Gerard shielded his face, getting creeped out.

"Dude, you got fucking laid last night," Ryan beamed. Ray snorted loudly and Gerard blushed.

"W-what?!" He exclaimed. "No!"

"Bullshit! If you didn't pull off the sweater and show us the hickies that aren't there," Ryan countered.

Gerard looked down, furious and blushing.

"Was it a guy?" Ray asked quietly.

"Of course it was, dimwit!" Gerard growled.

"Who?" Ryan asked. "There are other gay guys you know?"

"Well..."

"Who is it?" Ray pushed. "Do we know him?"

"We know him well...too well..." Gerard said. Ray pointed to Ryan slowly. Both Ryan and Gerard punched his shoulders.

"Ow!"

"He's my best friend!" Ryan said.

"We're both bottoms!" Gerard said at the same time. Ryan looked at Gerard quizzically.

"Anyway...who the fuck was it?" Ryan asked, getting impatient.

"You aren't gonna like it," Gerard said. Ryan and Ray leaned it. "It was Frank Iero."

Ryan's mouthed dropped to the floor. Ray's face went pale.

"Frank. Iero," Ryan stated. Gerard nodded, feeling slightly shameful.

"Did he like...you know-" Ray said, suggesting a horrible thought.

"No! No! No! It was all consensual!" Gerard waved his hands. "We've...we have before, multiple times..."

Ryan slumped back against the stall wall, running his hands through his hair. Ray drummed his fingers on his knee. Gerard just sat awkwardly. No one quite knew what to say.

"You two are...friends with benefits?" Ryan tried.

"B-boyfriends..." Gerard whispered. Why did it sound so wrong now?

"So you let your boyfriend bully us? You let him beat us up?" Ray asked.

"I didn't know what to do. He doesn't like doing it, but he doesn't know what to do either," Gerard insisted. Was he going to lose his friends because of this? Who's fault was this? Frank's or his? Frank's friends? His friends? 

"Wow, okay," Ryan said. "Well, that makes me feel better."

"Do you remember that one week where he hardly looked at any of us?" Gerard asked. His friends nodded. "That's because I asked him to leave us alone. Then his friends called him names for not hurting us. He almost lost his friends-"

"That doesn't give him the excuse to hurt us, Gerard!" Ryan said. He scrambled to his feet, Ray did as well. "Frank can keep his friends, I don't care. You just lost yours, though."

"No, Ry, Ray," Gerard pleaded. The two other boys were already walking out. Tears pricked at his eyes, but he just kept wiping them away. Only pathetic faggots cried...

Why did he have to tell them? Why did he let Frank bully them? Why was he with Frank? No, he knew why we was with Frank, he knew why he had to tell his friends. But why did he let Frank bully them? The first bell rang, but Gerard stayed put in the bathroom. His mind wondered...how could he let all these things happen? He put his friends through hell, Frank through hell, himself. He didn't realize how deep he had gone into his thoughts and how much of a death grip he had on his own wrist until his phone started ringing. It was Frank.

"Where are you? Pete said you aren't in class," Frank said.

"Where are you?" Gerard countered.

"I'm in the bathroom on the South side. You're turn."

"Abandoned bathroom," He said simply.

"Gee, why are you in there?" Frank sighed.

"I told my friends. They hate me," Gerard voice cracked.

"Babe," Frank started.

"I don't want sympathy. I just wanted friends," Gerard sniffled.

"Do you want to break up with me to have friends again?" Frank asked quietly. Way too quietly for Frank Iero.

"No!" Gerard shrieked. "Please no."

"What do we do then?"

"I can try and talk to my friends, but I doubt their going to want to talk to me," He mumbled.

Frank was quiet for a moment. "I could talk to them and then try and talk to my gang."

"Frankie, last time we tried something like that you just got called a pussy by the jocks," Gerard said.

"I don't need them. I'll find other friends, I have other friends, I have you. I want you," Frank said.

"You think it would work?" Gerard asked, his voice hopeful.

"Let's try at lunch," Frank said.

"I love you, Frank Iero," Gerard smiled through the phone.

"I love you too, Gerard Way," Frank replied back, his grin could almost be heard. "Get to class, punk."

Gerard showed up to his first class late and kept his head down for the rest of the day. The period before lunch came, and when Gerard sat in the back, Ray and Ryan sat up front. Gerard wiped his eyes again and prayed that Frank would be able to get to his friends. 

Lunch was here, and Gerard was alone at his table. Ryan and Ray were sitting with some kids, Bob, Andy, and Patrick. Nice kids, but waaayyy too much weed for their friend group. Frank was laughing at the jocks table. He took a quick glance at Gerard and his smile faltered, but he returned to laughing soon after. Now, Gerard wondered if his Frank would actually talk to his friends at all. Just then- Frank stood up and sat himself at his friend's table. Ryan looked disgusted and obviously was trying to make him go away. Frank started using those Italian hand motions. More arguing took place at the table before Ryan took on a defeated look. His fists were balled up, his eyes were squinted with a sort of anger, and then a release. Ryan nodded and smiled. Ray shrugged with a small smile as well. Gerard watched the scenario play out, eyes wide. Frank shook Ryan and Ray's hand, and all three looked over at Gerard.

Gerard smiled wide. His boyfriend and two friends joined him at the empty table. Gerard took Frank's hand and instantly the jock boys burst out into screams and laughter, taunting Frank. Ryan and Ray looked nervously at the couple. Gerard and Frank looked at each other...and kissed.

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Thank you once again @Lovegoods-- and I also apologize for how *cough* not good this one~shot was. My writing hasn't been prime lately, and the dialogue has been HEAVY lately as well. I hope the smut wasn't terrible. Ah! Whatever! 

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