"Wouldn't expect you, of all people, to smoke, hey, Iero." A voice belonging to no other than Pete Wentz, caught Frank Iero like a deer in the headlights at the door of the boy's bathroom, and he really had no other option than to be spin on his heels and find himself face to face with a particularly smug looking Pete Wentz, holding up his box of Marlboro as if he was inspecting it.

And fuck, Frank really hoped he had the decency to give it him back, because as Frank had far too brutally discovered, cigarettes don't just grow on fucking trees. Well, if he ran out, it would give him an excuse to go and see Gee, but Frank hadn't quite decided if that was a good or bad decision yet, because there was really no denying that he was falling, hard, for the fucking dude in a miniskirt, and perhaps he just wanted to stop himself before things went wrong.

He was Frank Iero, this was Catholic school, his friends were homophobic as fuck, and seriously just about everything could, and most likely would go wrong, yet somehow, that only made him want Gee more. And Frank couldn't be stupid here, he was like the only other gay guy in this whole fucking town, and not only that, Gee wasn't at all far from perfect at all.

"Should watch your pockets, huh?" Pete added, smirking like the fucking Cheshire cat, and Frank was just relieved that he wasn't instantaneously offended or blackmailing him or something... well, yet. "Get some jeans with decent pockets, kid."

"Not my jeans." Frank replied, stepping towards Pete, in the false hope that he could somehow just grab his smokes and run, dealing with the inevitable consequences later.

"Never took you for a whore, Iero. Never took you for a lung cancer patient either, so, who knows, give it ten minutes you'll be a meth addict." Frank wasn’t all that keen upon the meth addict idea, much to Pete's surprise. "Now, come on, tell me, whose jeans are they?"

"Jamia's." Frank let out a sigh, knowing that Pete would get entirely the wrong end of the stick, but Frank played along regardless, caring more about that packet of Marlboro than his life right now. To say he was an addict would be an understatement right now.

"Thought she was a lesbian." Pete let out a casual comment, watching Frank's eyes as he waited for his response, and Frank couldn't help but assume he thought that he was a massive fucking homophobe like Mikey, and oh, if only thing knew, if they knew about his crush on the guy in the miniskirt, dear lord.

"She is." Frank confirmed, guessing that if Pete knew, than it was safe to confirm it, anyway, Jamia wasn't nearly quite as closeted as Frank was, but Frank of course, had mighty reason to be so.

"So you're one of those assholes that hates fags and loves lesbians then." Pete again, jumped to what was almost an ironic conclusion. "If you hate fags so much, I don't see why you'd want yours back at all." He chuckled, gesturing towards the packet of Marlboro, which Frank had gotten from the guy he wanted to call his boyfriend.

"I'm not a fucking homophobe, dude." Frank let out a sigh, leaning back against the wall, and wondering how the hell he was going to get out of this, or more relevantly how he was going to last the rest of the day without his smokes.

"Your best friend is Mikey Way - get real." Pete rolled his eyes, hovering the packet of Marlboro over the bin and Frank cringed at how his heartbeat quickened.

"Yeah, but you don't see me learning croquet to stare at girls on the netball team." Frank offered, wishing he could win the conversation over without admitting something he'd rather not.

"I don't, do I?" Pete smirked, "so do you like fags so much," he gestured to the cigarettes once again, "because you are a fag." And for once Pete Wentz was on the right track, not that Frank was in any hurry to admit that, of course.

And silence fell over the two of them as the fagless fag pondered over just what the hell he could respond to this with, without downright lying.

"Oh my god." Pete grinned, throwing the cigarettes back in Frank's direction, which caught them amidst a wide-eyed glance. "Never took you to be gay."

"I-I--..." Frank stuttered out and considered denying Pete’s accusations entirely, but knowing Pete's reputation, he decided that perhaps it would just be best to tell the truth here.

"Not gonna tell, don't worry." Pete grinned, tapping his nose and standing beside Frank in the empty bathroom. "I would love to see Mikey's face though, god you're screwed if he ever finds out - he'll probably try and execute you or something."

"Exorcise me, more like." Frank sighed, pulling a cigarette out the packet and hoping they weren't quite weird enough to put security cameras in the fucking bathrooms, and lighting the thing in front of Pete, who he assumed wouldn't tell about his fag addiction, and really that could be taken two ways, both of which were applicable.

"I told you, give it ten minutes - gonna be meth, Iero." Pete grinned, watching as the nicotine stick burned away between Frank's lips. Frank shrugged in response to Pete's words. "So Iero, how did you find out that you like up the ass?"

"Can we not...?" Frank blushed, his words mumbling around the cigarette in his mouth, and he couldn't help but wish that Pete Wentz wasn't just quite so annoying at times. Well, it certainly pissed Mikey off to an extreme, so in the long run, Frank reckoned it was worth it, but right now, he'd really rather he was left to smoke in peace.

"I thought if you were gay you would at least know how to speak with something in your mouth." Pete grinned like an absolute idiot, almost laughing at himself, and Frank considered shooting him, but Catholic school didn't really approve of you bringing guns in, so that plan didn't look all that fruitful.

"I thought if you valued your life, you'd learn that now would be a good time to shut the fuck up." Frank sighed, threatening the kid like it was nothing, because really it was, the kid couldn't take anything seriously.

"Don't threaten me, Iero. I'm practically drowning in things I can blackmail you with, hell, you might as well just fucking kiss me right now." Pete leaned over, pouting his lips in Frank's face and he couldn't help but move away, because not only was it kind of weird, Pete's breath didn't half smell.

"I'd rather not."

"Don't cockblock yourself, Iero. If I were you, I'd be sucking all I can get, a Catholic school in a Catholic town isn't famous for its gay population." Frank sighed, honestly not all that interested in Pete's life lesson's and by his retained virginity, he really had noticed this already.

"Oh, believe me, I've noticed."

"I can try and hook you up, Iero." Pete grinned as Frank finished his cigarette, stubbing it out and foolishly disregarding the consequences, oh well, if they had CCTV in this bathroom, they'd most likely execute him for admitting he was gay, the smoking made utterly irrelevant in that situation.

"Again, I'd rather you not." Frank forced himself to suppress a blush as his mind instantly flickered to a certain guy in a miniskirt, whom he found himself more than just a little in love with.

"Oooh, you got someone then, Iero?" Pete smirked, his tone jokey at first, but as Frank didn't respond, his eyes widened extravagantly. "You have."

"Maybe I have, maybe I have."

-

"I still don't understand how you managed to get free smokes off some guy you barely know, for fuck's sake." Jamia let out a sigh, sending an envious glance in Frank's direction as he walked around the corner, a grin on his face and Gee's packet of Marlboro in his hand.

Frank giggled to himself as he lit his cigarette, his mind of course, flickering straight back to Gee, and his heart fluttering ridiculously in his chest. "I'm just great, Jamia, admit it."

"Whatever, Frankie, whatever. You can have as big of an ego as you'd like, but whatever happens, there are still going to be ten year olds that are taller than you." She smirked, smoking down her paid for smokes.

Frank knew where this packet had come from, simply Gee, yes, but he had this awful feeling that it was somehow something to do with that handjob and that he'd accidentally gotten himself involved in some sort of gay hooker ring or something. Frank knew it sounded crazy, but hot guys in miniskirts just did things like that to his head.

"Lindsey invited me over again after school, so you're good to go if you want to avoid 'Alicia's Ass Appreciation'." She commented casually, watching Frank's gaze drift off elsewhere, the corners of her lips pulling themselves up into a grin as she took notice of his rather bemused expression. "Frankie? Awake?"

"Fuck... yeah, yeah, sorry... I..." There was absolutely no dignity in the shade of red Frank's cheeks went as he noticed none other than Pete fucking Wentz walk out from between two bushes with a smirk upon his face.

"What the fuck, dude?" Jamia exclaimed, her eyes widening, before she came to the realisation that someone had just seen her smoking, and her eyes practically fell from their pre widened sockets. "Fuck-"

"It's fine, if you want to catch lung cancer, fine with me." Pete smirked, stepping forward and grabbing Frank by the arm, who nearly dropped his precious, perhaps explicitly acquired cigarette in the process, his face only reddening further.

"Pete-" Frank hissed in response, tightening his fingers around the cigarette to stop it dropping from his grasp, but of course burning himself in the process. "Ah, fuck!"

"Wake up, Frankie, you can't daydream about mystery boy forever." If Frank didn't have a gun, he was pretty sure he'd settle for strangling Pete right now.

"Mystery boy?" Jamia jerked up, pulling herself up from where she leant against the wall, almost as if the idea of Frank actually finding someone was a pre programmed source of excitement for her.

"Oh she doesn't know who he is either?" Pete chuckled, shaking his head. "Not only do you look like a fifth grader, but now you're acting like one." He added with a wonderful grin, which Frank interpreted as asking for his own murder.

"What?" Jamia continued as Frank considered burning himself with the cigarette just so he had an excuse to get the absolute fuck out of the situation.

"Frankie's got a crush-" More like Frankie's going to be on a murderous rampage pretty soon if you don't shut the fuck up, Frank added silently.

"So that's how you're getting the cigarettes for free- it's that Gee, guy- oh my god, you have a crossdressing kink-" Jamia exclaimed practically choking on cigarette smoke in her sheer amusement and utter disbelief.

"Gee? The dude who wears the miniskirts and lives with an asshole in a bungalow, also pretty good friends with a drug dealer, who seems to be looking more for friendship and acceptance than money?" Pete's jaw dropped as Jamia nodded in response.

"Oh sweet Jesus, Frankie, you really can't date him." Pete threw himself back against the wall shaking his head in absolute denial.

"How do you even know him?" Jamia asked, her brow furrowed, unsuspectful that many Catholic school students would be all that aware of people like Gee, Bert, and Bob.

"His friend who gets him the miniskirts, she got me some bass strings when mine snapped once and I am forever in her debt- my dad doesn't know I play, you see-" Pete began, but in the kindest way possible, no one really cared about his bass playing anecdote regarding his father.

"That's my girlfriend." Jamia exclaimed, her face then relaxing and contorting into a smirk, "better be nice, Pete, unless you want to prove that you really are forever in debt." Trust Jamia Nestor to always use a good blackmail opportunity.

"Wait... why can't I date him?" Frank finally spoke, having recovered from his utter state of 'oh god, yes the god I don't believe in, please kill me', and glanced up at the two of them with an awkwardly faked smile and a terrible compulsion to grab another cigarette.

"Because, Frank Iero," Pete turned around, letting out a sigh, "that's Mikey Way's older brother."

What?

Oh fuck.

Gee Way.

Fuck.

To put it lightly, Frank was pretty screwed right now.

-

"Frank, I've barely even talked you in the past week and you won't even listen to me right now." Mikey rolled his eyes as he sat down in the seat beside Frank, glancing at the supply teacher who stood rather nervously in front of the classroom, labelling him as a pushover, and grabbing his phone out, proceeding to converse with someone who wasn't Frank, someone who didn't have a crush on his older, crossdressing brother.

To say that things between him and Mikey had been uncomfortably awkward since Pete had just so casually dropped the bombshell just a few hours ago would have been an understatement.

Frank had barely even spoken to his friend, and Mikey was beginning to take notice. Frank was just beyond relieved that as long as Pete kept his mouth shut, and with Jamia's blackmail he ought to, Mikey hadn't an inkling as to what was keeping his friend so silent.

Fortunately, Mikey had developed a skill to just talk at people, without a regard for whether they were listening or not, which Frank reckoned had stemmed from his tendency to talk about nothing beside Alicia Simmons and the way she looked in a miniskirt.

And Frank hated at how he mentally responded to the word miniskirt with thoughts of Gee- Gee Way, Mikey's brother. This was so messed up. He had to choose between his friendship with Mikey and the idea of a relationship with some guy in a miniskirt he'd just met, and stupidly fallen in love with. He had to choose between lying to his best friend and fucking a hot guy.

Fuck, he was lying to Mikey anyway, everyday and he couldn't help it - he was lying to Mikey about being straight every goddamn second and there was really nothing he could do about it, but seriously if the guy he was interested in was Mikey's fucking reject brother, Mikey's crossdressing brother, then surely the situation just couldn't get any worse, or at least for his sanity's sake, he most certainly hoped not.

"Mum texted me earlier, saying that he," Mikey drew his gaze up to meet mine, rolling his eyes as he clarified, "Gerard." Gee, Frank couldn't help but correct in his head. "Isn't coming over for Sunday dinner and church with us." Frank practically snorted at the notion of someone like Gee attending church, and then it dawned on him.

Frank was so fucking sorry for him, because in his mind he tried to fit Gee as he was into a family dinner with Mikey and his parents, and he didn't even want to do that, let alone know that the guy experienced it for the majority of his life. Fuck.

"He barely even lives here and we haven't seen him in weeks. What the fuck does he even think he's playing at? Fucking asshole." Mikey shook his head, and Frank couldn't help but shiver at the fact that no remorse or even worry for his brother's whereabouts were shown in his reaction.

"Aren't you worried about him?" Frank piped up, his voice timid and he already knew he shouldn't have but with all this shit going through his head he just couldn't help himself.

"He's a fag, Frank. I'm only worried that he's going to convert people into fags." Frank scoffed and he really wanted to answer his 'best friend' back with a snarky comment, but he knew that he and Mikey were friends for one reason and that was because neither of them had any other friends, besides Ray, of course.

Frank mentally spited Mikey, by telling himself that if things did work like that, that Gee would have definitely converted him into a fag. That seemed to be enough, and he didn't even have to hide his smirk because Mikey reckoned he was laughing at the painfully homophobic insult towards his brother. If only he fucking knew.

"They'll probably kick him out for real if he doesn't come back soon." Mikey turned back to his phone, texting what was of course Alicia, who sat across the room, doing an awfully good job of ignoring her messages and talking to her friends about anything but Mikey Way.

"I doubt he wants to come back, you know." Frank added, trying his best to involve himself in the conversation but not involve himself to the level he ended up defending Gee or something, because even Frank knew that was a stupid idea.

"Why the fuck not? My parents are good people, good Christian people, they work hard and provide a warm house, a bed, and food on the table. And he'd rather sleep out on the streets?" Mikey pulled a disgusted face. "I knew fags were disgusting creatures but I doubted they'd rather live in filth and rat shit."

Frank let out a sigh, trying not punch Mikey or do anything equally as reckless, but fuck, this was hard, because he couldn't help but worry about Gee and just how the fact that he feels best in a miniskirt and grew up with strictly Catholic and homophobic parents could have affected his mental stability.

 And by now, Frank's decided, because from the things Mikey's said, from the absolute shit Mikey’s said, he knows he'd take pleasure in lying to him, and if anything, Gee needs him more now, and really he needs Gee.

So that was why when the bell chimed out for lunch, Frank lied and told Mikey he was going to go take a piss, when in reality he was making a fucking stupid decision, and skipping school to go and find some fucking guy in a miniskirt. He'd even take pleasure in the fact that the detention he'd get would sufficiently get him out of Alicia's Ass Appreciation tomorrow.

-

By the time Frank had arrived at the bungalow, he was panting a little, having practically stormed down the streets, doing his best to avoid all teachers on their lunch breaks and not get caught at all costs, and he was pretty certain he was just a little sweaty right now, but he didn't care, he just needed to fucking talk to Gee, see him at the very least.

"Frankie!" A voice exclaimed as the door was swung open, Frank's eyes practically rolling back in their sockets as they met the red veined ones of Bob Bryar. "Want some weed, dude, we got plenty?" Bob hiccupped and Frank really fucking hoped that if Gee wasn't here he could excuse himself and get away because he really didn't want to involve himself in a weed orgy with Bob Bryar.

"Bob, stop trying to sell weed to people at the fucking door, you'll get yourself-" The voice came to a halt as the person it belonged to came to the door, standing behind Bob and locking eyes with Frank.

"Gee!" Frank practically let out a sigh of relief and Bob raised his eyebrows, putting up both hands in a mock surrender and shaking his head.

"I can tell when I'm not wanted." The blonde slurred his words before stumbling just a little as he turned away and walked back into the bungalow.

"Frankie, are you okay- what's wrong? Why are you here? It's school hours.. I.." And that was when Frank noticed that Gee wasn't wearing any pants, and not only was he not wearing any pants; he wasn't wearing any underwear either. And Frank really wasn't complaining.

"Your penis and your lipgloss really don't match." Frank let out a sigh, making no secret of his eyes prolonged presence downstairs.

Gee blushed in response, "I... I... ugh, yeah. I wasn't really expecting guests. It was just last time Bob was high enough to try and sell weed to someone at the door, it was an old woman from next door and what can I say other than they've moved out now." He ran a hand through his hair, glancing downwards and really wishing he'd put on some fucking pants at the very least.

"I don't think showing them your dick would have improved the situation at all, Gee." Frank smirked up at him and Gee simply shook his head, gesturing for Frank to come in, because he didn't really want to be arrested for indecent exposure.

"Why are you here?" Gee asked, blushing a little as he spoke, "not that I don't want you here- I..."

"I want to talk, Gee, is that okay?" Frank pulled his lips into a smile, glancing up at Gee and trying not to curse the Way family for entirety because fuck, this guy was obviously a mess, and it was their fault.

"Yeah, sure." He smiled in response, awkwardly pulling his far too short, tightly fitted shirt down in an attempt to cover himself. "Let's go to my room, it's best to get away from Bob Bryar's weed orgies before they kick off and I should probably put some pants on."

"I don't mind." Frank added, winking just a little. "Not like I haven't seen it before." Gee just shook his head in response.

"Be nice, Iero, or you won't be seeing it again."

-

Gee was most certainly self conscious of changing with Frank in the room, even more so than he was with the younger boy seeing him half naked, which was really rather an odd predicament. Gee could only reckon it was to do with the clothes he was putting on himself and the fact that Frank seemed to care him about him equally, looking like a boy or looking like girl... and even when he resembled neither.

Gee had difficulty understanding that, especially with the fact that such caring and affection had come from someone with pretty much the same background as his own brother, who had done nothing but reject as he tried to be himself.

He almost found himself blushing as he came to realise that he'd been staring at his own reflection in the mirror for far too long, settling on a black leather miniskirt and pulling it up over his practically none existent hips in order to loosely tuck the faded grey shirt into it. He'd slipped the panties Lindsey had gotten him on underneath whilst Frank hadn't been paying all that much attention and he could help but feel good about himself like this, it was kind of childish in the fact that a good part of the bubbly ecstatic feeling was due to the spite of his own parents, but Gee shrugged, reckoning they deserved it.

"You look great, don't worry, I mean it's only me, we're not going anywhere anyway." Frank stuttered out, his breath hitching as Gee smiled at him through the mirror, because fuck he did look amazing and almost effortlessly so.

"I like to look pretty, Frankie. Makes me feel good." Gee sighed, turning to face the seventeen year old who stood in his bedroom in black skinny jeans and a scruffed up school shirt, the tie hanging loosely around his neck and the blazer discarded somewhere on the floor.

"And what do you mean, only you? You're really important, Frankie, don't forget that." He stepped forward, grabbing Frank's school tie and tugging it from his neck, and Frank prayed that Gee didn't feel his increased heartbeat as his hands pressed up against his chest.

"You skipped school to see me, I have a horrible feeling this is important." He sighed, folding up Frank's tie and placing it on the bed and folding the blazer in a similar fashion before putting it down beside the tie.

"I really needed to see you." Frank let out a sigh, knowing that Gee was so much more than a free supply of smokes, so much more than the guy in the miniskirt, and so, so, so much more than just Mikey's brother. He was beautiful. "You're really important too."

"Nah, Frankie." Gee shook his head, raising his hand and brushing Frank's fringe from his face and tucking the black locks behind his ear, and Frank seriously could have sworn he spent those twenty seconds without a single breath. "All I am is a high school graduate who just mooches off his 'friends'. I don't even pay rent. Bert just lets me live here." Gee sighed, not wanting to remember the real reason Bert had let him stay here at first.

"You're important to me then." Frank whispered, his eyes meeting the hazel ones of guy he desperately wanted to kiss right now. "I... I..." Frank blushed, blinking rapidly for a moment as he came to realise that he was thought to mouth barrier had almost collapsed on itself right there.

"You?" Gee asked, his lips parting perfectly in order to issue his response and Frank couldn't take it anymore, he just leaned in and kissed him before he could stop himself.

Gee was startled at first, because oh god, Frank Iero was kissing him, the perfect seventeen year old he was in love with was kissing him, and Jesus fuck why wasn't he kissing back already? Gee's breath hitched as Frank only deepened the kiss as he reciprocated and suddenly Gee knew what Frank wanted to say moments ago, and suddenly that didn't matter quite so much anymore.

"That was so different to when I sucked you off a few days ago. This is different, isn't it?" Gee caught the younger boy's gaze momentarily before sitting down on the end of his bed, his legs hanging over the edge and reaching the floor as Gee was very conscious of the fact that he was wearing a leather miniskirt.

"Yeah, this is." Frank breathed out, the weigh of admittance springing almost unexpectedly from his shoulders. Gee tossed him a smile, gesturing towards the spot next to him on the bed and Frank silenced every nerve in his body that told him not to.

"This is the I think I'm falling in love with you kiss." Frank exclaimed, more to the ceiling than the boy beside him, falling out across Gee's bed an occupying himself with everything but the reaction he was dreading.

"I've got to say that falling in love with me was a stupid decision, Frankie." Gee finally released his words into the silence and Frank sat up with a start, locking his eyes with the older boy.

"What are you saying?" He asked, furrowing his brows and trying not to cry when he heard the thing he wanted to hear the least.

"I'm saying that in the opinion of my common sense that was a stupid decision of yours. We're worlds away- Frank let me finish." Gee's tone turned stern as he let out a sigh, unconvinced that the seventeen year old could shut up for more than a few seconds at once. "And yet you're the only person who's ever seen me for me and it's just so weird, you don't care whether I look like a boy or a girl or a horrible mess between the two, and you barely even know anything about me yet it feels like you know it all. And my heart tells me that letting myself fall for you, kissing you a few minutes ago, those were the best decisions I've ever made, but my head, my common sense-"

"Don't listen to your head, listen to your heart." Frank sat up to face Gee and reached out, pressing one hand up against his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his shirt. "Beating pretty fast, huh?" Frank could help but comment with a grin and Gee's blush was to die for.

"I want to let this happen, but there's so much that you don't know about me, and I don't want you know, I can't keep hoping that you'll understand me if you know everything, Frankie, you're only seventeen and I don't want to put anything on you that'll fuck you up."

"Then don't put rejection on me." Frank sighed, watching Gee's gaze flicker downwards. He pulled at his skirt, stopping it from riding up, a smile passing over his lips as he remembered the panties. The smile soon flickered back into a frown as he was pulled back into reality with Frank's words. "I understand more than you think."

"Frank-" Gee began, but Frank pressed one finger to the older boy's lips.

"Let me speak this time." Frank sighed, not wanting to watch the reaction in the other boy's eyes as he continued. "I found out who your brother is today. Well, I found out that he was your brother, which was really something I would have never expected, and then I realised that you're this 'Gerard'," Frank couldn't help but notice how he flinched at that name, "his big brother who he 'hates' so much, and I couldn't help but imagine you, you as you are in the same family as them, sat at Mrs Way's dining table, even I can't manage Sunday dinners with them. And today Mikey, he was annoyed that you hadn't been home for weeks, and he wasn't even upset or worried about you, he was just pissed off, like you were a pair of trainers he'd lost or something and I..."

Frank couldn’t finish, simply shaking his head and trying not to cry as his head was hit with a tidal wave of memories, consisting of every thing Mikey's ever said about Gerard, ever said about Gee. Fuck.

"You understand this all, fuck how do you, fuck?" Gee stood up, letting out an enormous sigh and grabbing his box of cigarettes from off the window sill, grabbing one and then throwing the box down onto the bed before lighting his own. "Have one, it's fine." He directed his words casually in Frank's direction, before turning around with his lit cigarette in his mouth and watching as Frank lit his own with a lighter he pulled from his pocket.

"Like, even now you found out my real name, you still call me Gee because that's what I asked you to. Jesus fuck, how do you even know Mikey Way though, you're you, and he's him?" Gee sighed, sitting back down beside Frank with his cigarette.

"I figured someone in a miniskirt might not be referring to themselves by a particularly masculine name for a reason. Mikey, unfortunately, is my friend, on the basis that neither of us are doing very well in the friendship department otherwise." Frank explained, blowing smoke in Gee's direction and giggling a little. "Also might be because I'm not actually Catholic, nor is my mum."

"What the fuck are you, someone as fucking gay and understanding as you doing in a Catholic school then?" Gee exclaimed, playfully blowing smoke back at Frank. "Stop blowing smoke at me, you ass." He added in reference to the smoky clouds Frank had him choking on.

"My mum's husband at the time was some sort of classy business fuck, suggested it would give me 'a better start in life' or whatever the fuck that meant, so I got into Catholic school but by the time I actually started there, he'd divorced her because he didn't agree with her adopting like four rescue dogs or something, and anyway, we only ended up getting one. He was a douche." Frank explained all too casually, as he came to realise just how weird his family background was.

"'Husband at the time?'" Gee raised his eyebrows. "How many husbands has your mum had?"

"Seven." Frank answered, giggling at his own words just a little. "She thinks either the second or the third one was my dad, but she's not sure, she doesn't even know if she was married to my dad at all." Frank really was a horrible Catholic.

"Daddy issues, Frankie?" Gee smirked, pulling one leg up onto the bed, pulling his skirt further up his thighs in the process. "Next thing you'll be gay, honey." He winked at me, giggling.

"I told you I understand, Gee." Frank added, finishing his cigarette and stubbing it out in the ashtray Gee had brought over.

"Yeah, me and my traditional Catholic family and you with your seven stepdads." Gee shook his head, grinning to himself as he finished his own cigarette, grabbing the box and ashtray and getting up from the bed and bending over to put them away in a drawer, unaware just how far his skirt had ridden up.

Frank however was painfully aware, smirking at the view of half of Gee's ass, and what could be nothing but fucking panties underneath. "Pull up your skirt, you whore." Frank whispered, getting up and standing behind Gee, who blushed a terrible red, standing up to pull his skirt down, only to have Frank's hands already at the zips and pulling the thing down his legs, revealing Gee's panties entirely.

"I..." Gee blushed, his eyes falling down to his skirt on the floor.

"You look so good in panties." Frank whispered, forcing his gaze to meet Gee's, his eyes almost automatically pulling themselves downwards.

"Only good?" Gee asked, regaining his confidence in an utterly narcissistic manner, almost fawning into Frank's compliment.

"Gorgeous, fucking hot." Frank corrected himself.

"What about delicious, Frankie?"

"What do you mean, delicious?"

"I mean eat my ass kind of delicious."

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Hey guys:) I nearly pressed print instead of save on the word document of this chapter and oh my god the printer is right next to my mum jesus christ that would not have been good:') How about you celebrate my mini heart attack with some votes and comments, hey?;) I love you guys<3