"Where the actual fuck have you been?" Jamia simply let her jaw drop as she watched Frank turn the corner of the art block, joining her in silence and pulling out his packet of smokes.

"I went to get my blazer back." Frank answered quickly, lighting his cigarette and turning back to Jamia, only to have his eyes widen as he noticed an awfully smug looking Pete Wentz stood beside her. "What the fuck are you doing talking to him?" Frank couldn't help but be just a little jealous, and seriously, Pete Wentz, of all fucking people?

"From his house." Jamia finished, letting out a sigh and raising her eyebrows - she really wasn't in the mood to put up a fucking lovesick puppy in the place of Frank Iero. "Mikey covered for you, surprisingly, so I assume he wants some sort of favour in return." Frank let out a sigh at this, because although he had avoided further punishment, this really could not be good - with Mikey Way it never was.

"So you skipped school to get laid, Iero." Pete stepped forward to face the blushing smoker, a smirk set proudly across his lips. And Frank couldn't help but admit that this was pretty much what it looked like, and perhaps that would have even happened if Gee hadn't been so fucking high, which of course, was his fault, but it wasn't something Frank could ever really blame him for - love does stupid things to stupid people.

"No, we didn't, we didn't fuck, we-" Frank stuttered out, his cheeks caught in the impassable snare of a blush.

"You read classic literature, of course!" Jamia finished with a smirk, rolling her eyes and utterly giving up hope in Frank - he was far too lovesick for his own good. She reckoned she ought to speak to Lindsey and get her t have a word with Gee because this was really driving her crazy.

"We were smoking and talking, and I, I didn't want to leave him because some of what we were discussing was y'know pretty important." Frank let out a sigh, his mind flickering back to Gee, then Mr and Mrs Way and finally resting on Mikey himself and just what he'd do if he ever found out that Frank was in love with his older brother.

"Like what colour scheme you were going to have for your wedding." Pete snorted, shaking his head, finding Frank's situation all too amusing - after all, it did great at distracting himself from his own; his own little situation with the asshole, Mikey Way.

"Fuck off, Pete." Frank snapped all of a sudden, the two of them unknowingly sharing thoughts of the younger Way brother, which really did not bode well for either's temper. It was almost as if Mikey Way was some sort of trigger for a mind hurricane, just in absolutely different ways for the two of them.

Frank could never understand how anyone could ever love Mikey Way and Pete could just never understand how anyone could really hate Mikey Way.

"Pete?" All three of them jumped at the sound of another voice, and thankfully for them it was only the timid voice of a slightly nervous Patrick Stump in search of his best friend.

Patrick wasn't going to tell on their smoking habits, of course, he was just a little startled to see actual people smoking, after all, with being a Catholic school student, it wasn't something he ever expected to see.

He'd expected it more from Jamia, who was well known for being a bit of a badass, and quite honestly Patrick was more than a little scared of her, but Frank, who was best friends with Mikey and Ray? Patrick had really not seen that coming.

"Patrick! I..." Pete began, his face consumed by a horrible blush as he stumbled to reach an explanation that he could just never quite get. He was safe in the knowledge that Patrick wouldn't say anything, because he wasn't the type, but Patrick was certainly going to have opinions on this.

"I was looking for you." Patrick finally let out, glancing across at Jamia and Frank as he spoke. Jamia had dropped her cigarette on sight of the short, ginger guy, but Frank was far too pissed off as it was and continued to smoke, staring right at Patrick, and intimidating him more than he had intended to in the process.

"You're not going to say anything, kid." Jamia stepped forward, directing her words at Patrick, before glancing back at Frank and shooting him a confused expression. "Why the fuck are you still smoking?"

"I'm sorry it's not as if I can just buy cigarettes is it?" He snapped in response, ignoring Patrick's rather taken aback response, who really hadn't seen this side of Frank at all, "I treasure them, Jamia."

"Yeah because your fucking boyfriend gave you them." She scoffed, rolling her eyes in response, and that was when Frank's gaze flew to Patrick, whose jaw dropped once more.

"Does the word closeted mean nothing to you?" Frank practically screamed at Jamia, gesturing wildly at Patrick, because he was so fucking screwed if this ever got out, and seriously beyond screwed, and oh my god if people found out who he was involved with... he'd be so fucking screwed he might as well just shoot himself, to save Mikey the trouble.

"It's okay." Patrick butted in, stepping forward, and locking his gaze with Frank's. "I won't tell anyone, and seriously it's fine, I mean with Pete already I'm used to this-" He began, letting slip what he thought they already knew, the reality, however lay otherwise.

"Pete?" Jamia exclaimed, her eyes widening as she addressed the blushing guy, who was really trying his best not to freak out at Patrick.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry - I thought they knew..." Patrick rushed the words out pulling a hand over his mouth in perhaps dramatized effect.

"Well, I think that's just about fair actually, a closet slip for a closet slip, but I will have you know if anyone finds out about Frank I will find a way to ruin your lives forever." Count on Jamia to always jump to the blackmail immediately.

"Wait... so, who does Pete like...?" Frank asked, his eyes widening as he looked up at Pete, his eyes straying in Patrick's direction momentarily, but catching nothing more than a blush. "You know who I like, and really that could ruin my life-"

"Nah, dude, mine's even more messed up." Pete shook his head, a blush still adamant on never leaving his cheeks. "Well, I gotta go, but... yeah, c'mon, Patrick."

"I have a horrible feeling I know who he likes," Jamia began as the two of them left, leaving Frank to stare at her with wide eyes. "And I have a horrible feeling it's you."

-

"What the hell happened to you, Frank? What the hell?" Mikey exclaimed as Frank joined him outside their maths classroom, a slightly concerned but considerably less angry looking Ray Toro stood beside him.

"We were worried, and Mikey lied for you. That's really bad, Frank." Ray was of course the first to jump to moral conclusions, which despite being the one who'd actually done the lying, Mikey wasn't all that fussed about at all.

"I, got caught up... distracted, I just, something important happened with someone important and that became more important than getting to school on time." Frank let out a sigh, hoping that he had at least befriended people stupid enough to be content even with the utter vague state at which his explanation was produced with.

"You've got a girlfriend haven't you?" Mikey snapped out, and really he was very nearly right, he'd just have to change the gender and the clarity of their relationship status. "And that's where your blazer was, her house." Frank couldn't help but blush at this, because the specifics of this was the fact that his blazer had been on Mikey's brother's bedroom floor.

"You had sex... with... you were late because... you were having sex..." Ray jumped to all the wrong conclusions, blushing a little at the fact that he even allowed this possibility to exist.

"There was no sex, we were just talking... something important happened and..." Frank let out a sigh, letting them think he had a girlfriend, after all, they weren't all that far off and that gave him a good enough excuse to go and see Gee whenever he wanted.

"What the fuck dude? You've got a girlfriend and I haven’t!" Mikey exclaimed, of course having to involve his own arrogance in the situation. "How? How? How? Who the hell is she?"

"We're not official, but there's something going on, yeah... I they don't go this school, you don't know them." Frank struggled to explain and prayed that Mikey didn't make a big enough scene out of this so that by the end of the lesson just about everyone would know. "And please keep this a secret, I don't want a big fuss."

Ray eyed Frank suspiciously for a few seconds before nodding, and Mikey quickly jumped to yet another stupid conclusion. "It's Jamia isn't it? Of course it's fucking Jamia-"

"It's not- you know what, Jamia is a lesbian. I met them through Jamia if you're all that fucking interested, but seriously this conversation ends here." Frank let out a sigh, hating the fact that he had to bring fucking Jamia into this. God, she would not be pleased. She'd probably punch Mikey though, so, you know, all clouds have their silver lining and all that bullshit.

-

"Mikey figures you've got a girlfriend." Pete came and sat down beside Frank, whose heart stopped at this, Jamia's words from earlier echoing in his mind - that couldn't be true, could it? Pete was just Pete, and I mean he knew about Gee, and he didn't act at all jealous, but seriously this was fucking with his head.

"Yeah, I let him think that. I mean he's pretty much right, isn't he?" Frank let out a small chuckle, watching as the teacher walked in and began writing something no one would care about across the whiteboard, and Frank could only guess that Pete would be 'gracing' him with his presence this lesson. Fuck.

"Wrong gender though." Pete added with a smirk, winking at Frank in a manner that didn't fail to render him terribly uncomfortable, especially with Jamia's words continuously echoing through his mind.

"Yeah, but let's not shout out about that." Frank left Pete with a stern glance, wishing Jamia could be here to simply reinforce her blackmail methods. Frank didn't know why, but people just seemed to be intimidated by her. Whatever, it seemed to be working in his favour these days anyway.

"You're fucking his brother and he doesn't even know - that's so fucking funny, though." Pete grinned across at Frank, who decided that perhaps even listening to the teacher would be better to listening to whatever shit Pete was coming out with right now.

"Yeah, what about this crush you have? Tell me about that, hey?" Frank smirked, suddenly turning the tables on him, and just praying that Pete would come out with anything to prove Jamia wrong, because it was kind of flattering to have someone crushing on you and all, but when it was someone like Pete Wentz, who was just about infamous for being an utter pain in the ass, yeah, a pain in the ass, who wanted you to give him pain in the ass. Frank was not down for that.

"Let's not talk about that." That fucking shut him up, just as Frank had expected.

But seriously even someone as stupid as Pete Wentz knew that discussing his crush on Frank's asshole of a best friend with Frank himself would not be a good idea at all, especially when Frank was crushing on his older brother, because that was really just a little bit awkward.

"Yeah, how about you think twice before interrogating me to death about my love life, huh?" Frank added, rolling his eyes and turning back to the whiteboard.

"I can't tell you who I like though." Pete admitted, and fuck everything Jamia was saying was lining up and it was going to end up killing him at this rate. "It's nothing personal, you'll just judge me, and things will be a bit awkward. And he'll find out and perhaps he'll hate me even more. It doesn't matter, he likes girls anyway."

Frank jumped back to Pete at that, "you're crushing on a straight guy?" Fuck, please say yes, because Frank could not deal with attraction from Pete Wentz.

"Unfortunately so." Pete let out a sigh, leaning his head on hand, elbow propped up on the desk.

"You just have to bend him then, don't you?" Now that the subject of attraction couldn't be him, Frank couldn't be more eager to help.

"That's going to be harder than you'd think." Pete let out a sigh, his eyes wandering across the room, stealing a glance at Mikey Way, the straight boy in question.

-

Frank really just considered turning his phone on silent when the painfully generic little beepy ringtone interrupted his music, but he gathered his friends had more than enough reasons to hate him by now and he really didn't want to have to hang around with Pete all day.

He picked the phone up without even glancing at the contact name, which probably wasn't the best of ideas but it was like eleven pm and Frank was more tired than he wouldn't have liked to admit.

"Frank? Hey!" Frank had to summon all of his strength not to let out a string of curse words and throw the phone down at the annoyingly cheery tune with which Ray answered his call. He hadn't even said anything more than a hello so this was either a casual chat, the kind let down to the end of their friendship, or Ray was asking for an excuse not to put up with Mikey tomorrow - either of three was horrible to even think about.

"Hi Ray." Frank answered, his voice coming out in a monotonous manner that he didn't even try to cover up - in his defence, he was tired. Not that Ray would ask, he was one of those people.

Frank grabbed his laptop from under his bed, knowing by now that this would be nothing short of a phone call that would leave him wanting to shoot himself, and really there was no better cure for that than not listening.

"How are you doing?" And here came the oh so suspected casual chatter. Fuck, Frank thought as he opened up MS Paint and drew something that vaguely resembled Ray bleeding out of all of his orifices. Frank was no Da Vinci though so it really more so took on the form of a weird clown man on his period.

"Frank?" Came Ray's voice, thinking perhaps his friend had fallen asleep or died or something, but not at all suspecting that Frank was drawing him amidst some sort of MS Paint massacre.

"Oh shit yeah, hi, I uhh sorry..." Frank closed the program, which was really all in favour of his sanity and started googling symptoms of psychopathy. He doubted that MS Paint massacres were listed, but that would of course give him some sort of self-diagnosed satisfaction.

"So Frank, I want to talk to you about this 'girlfriend' of yours." And oh fuck, perhaps he would have to concentrate on this one, if he wanted to keep his lies straight, that was. And really in the situation at hand, it wasn't just his lies that he was going to have to keep straight.

"Uh huh..." Frank answered as casually as possible, despite the fact he was freaking out in his head because oh god Ray hadn't bought this excuse had he? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"I don't mean to pry, but this is getting kind of obvious now. And I wanted us to talk about this privately as what I'm guessing's going on here is something that Mikey really wouldn't like. I don't want to go behind his back, but I don't want him to hate you for something that isn't your fault, but then again I could be wrong here so I'm not going to say anything directly, but I have a good idea as to what's the truth here, and you know Frank I'd appreciate it if you could just be honest with me."

Fuck. What the fuck was Frank supposed to think of this. Fuck. He couldn't just tell him the actual truth? Could he? Surely Ray hadn't considered that possibility; after all, he'd been brought up in utter ignorance of the existence of gay people, hadn't he? God, this was far too late for Frank to actually come up with a competent lie.

"What do you mean? What do you think's the 'truth'?" Frank didn't want to downright admit that what he'd told the two of them today wasn't the absolute downright truth, but then again it sounded like Ray had already guessed that, but what he thought was really going on now, that, Frank was clueless to.

"I don't want to make an absurd accusation here, but I have reasoning to believe what I believe, and today something you said it sort of linked it all together... I..." And there was Ray's overactive moral boundaries kicking in, and right now they were really pissing off Frank because despite the severity of their conversation he really just wanted to get this over with and go to sleep.

"Yeah dude, I won't get offended, just accuse me - I'll tell you if you're talking shit, dude." Frank let out a sigh, bracing himself for some bullshit, man, fuck, what if Ray had found out he smokes, fuck he'd probably have him signed up to some sort of health bullshit, man, Ray was kind of weird and maternal like that.

"The person you, you like, the girlfriend, I don't- I don't think they're a- I think... Frank, are you... Are you a homosexual?"

Well fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Frank was not expecting that and he was utterly left in some sort of stunned panicky silence as he realised there was pretty much no way out of this one. And Frank really should have remembered his 'I'll tell you if you're wrong' line, because he hadn't said anything, and Ray wasn't wrong.

"Frank? It's okay if you are, I mean the bible says some things and Mikey hates gay people, but I don't think that, I think that it's okay as long as you love God, and you're my best friend so this doesn't affect us. I won't tell Mikey, don't worry." Fuck, somehow Ray was okay with this; fuck the guy was too nice for his own good.

"Really don't tell Mikey, like seriously that's the biggest no go I can think of - his family kicked his brother out for being gay." Frank let out a sigh, hating to think of what Mikey would say if he ever found out about his sexuality, let alone the fact that the person he was crushing on was his older brother.

"So you are? Or are you bisexual?" Ray asked in a weirdly innocently dorky voice and Frank had to laugh at the fact that Ray was more interested in learning from this - god, the guy was kind of messed up, but at least it was Mikey who'd caught on, because Mikey really would have burned him at a stake by now or something.

"I'm a massive flaming gaylord, Ray. How did you find out though, seriously?" Frank let out a sigh, praying that his nerves would calm down because he really couldn't get to sleep if he was constantly on edge like this. He could trust Ray, though - he knew that, he just hoped that Ray's friendship side of his conscience would outweigh his god obeying, gay bashing side of his conscience.

"The girlfriend, you didn't ever say 'her', you said 'them'. And that was sort of the final confirmation, I mean you were always getting into fights over gay rights with Mikey, and then you're friends with the lesbian girl."

"Jamia." Frank corrected him almost instantly. "Her name's Jamia."

"Sorry. Can I ask a question though?" Ray's voice was awfully quiet and Frank was really quite pissed off by now, wanting to just hang up and try and get some sleep at all.

"Sure, knock yourself out." Frank let out a sigh, putting his laptop back under his bed and letting out a sigh as he pulled his covers over himself, laying back in bed and hoping he could hang up sooner rather than later.

"That whole girlfriend thing? Did you just agree to that to stop Mikey from asking you things or do you have a boyfriend?" Well fuck. Frank couldn't exactly go, yeah, yeah, I'm practically dating Mikey's brother, night Ray. 

"Sort of... It's not official, but we've uhh... expressed our feelings towards each other..." Fuck, Frank really shouldn't be hinting at the fact that he's had his dick sucked by a guy to his highly Catholic best friend, who surprisingly wasn't freaking out. Seriously, people didn't give Ray Toro enough credit for all the bullshit he puts up with.

"Oh... oh... okay...." Frank could feel Ray's blush through the phone line and oh god he was thinking that Frank's had gay sex, which really wasn't all that far from the truth, but it wasn't something Frank wanted in Ray's head by any means. He was just glad he hadn't a clue as to who the guy in question was.

"Night, Ray."

"Yeah, uh, night Frank."

Fuck, Frank was screwed, beyond fucking screwed.

-

He didn't know if it was the millions of thoughts racing through his head or just his lack of damn luck that was preventing him from sleeping, but right now Frank didn't care. It was half past midnight, and Frank was beyond fed up with trying to get to sleep.

He'd tried texting Jamia but of course she was asleep, or otherwise occupied, perhaps the latter knowing her, and there really was no hope in the fact that either Mikey or Ray would be awake at this hour, and that was how Frank found himself texting Gee at half past midnight. Fuck his life.

Hey I can't sleep:( x

He spent far too long arguing with himself over the kiss at the end but he was tired and if it came down to it he could always say his finger slipped, but fuck, this guy had sucked him off, there was no way in hell he had the right to go all no homo on him now. 

Frank even doubted he'd receive a reply but soon enough his phone screen lit up and a message popped up below his own.

Aw Frankie you can always come in sleep in my bed if that'll help;) x

Fuck Gee, fuck him, was what Frank really did want to do because that fucking winky face didn't mean sleeping that was the Gee was a little pissed and it was a stupid fucking time so he was more than prepared to have sex with a seventeen year old face.

Shut up x

Frank rolled his eyes, sitting up in his bed and just about accepting that tonight would be a sleepless night. He almost jumped at his phone vibrating in his hand, signifying a call, and fuck, Gee. Of course.

He picked up though, of course.

"What do you want, assface?" Frank sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he tried not to wake his mum up with the late night phone call.

"Assface? Does that mean you want to put your ass in my face because I'm up for that, Frankie, my bed's got plenty of room. I'll help you sleep just fine." Frank fucking sighed at Gee's giggles across the phone line - he was a little stoned, that was noticeable.

"Stop flirting with me, you twat." Frank let out a sigh, pulling a hoodie on, because it was fucking cold and he needed to open his window and have a smoke, preying that his mum wouldn't wake up and notice.

"I'm deadly serious, come over, we can cuddle up and have sex whatever, or you can just get to sleep, I don't mind, honey." Fuck, he'd ran out of smokes and suddenly Gee's offer sounded all the more inviting.

"I've ran out of cigarettes." Frank proclaimed over the phone line.

"I've got a packet here, we can smoke and fuck at the same time if you want. I don't know how good I am at holding a cock and a cigarette in my mouth at the same time, though. Just a warning." Fucking hell. Frank snorted as the thought of Mikey hearing their conversation crossed his mind. Fuck, Ray better not have told Mikey.

"I can't, I've got school tomorrow, and like I really have to go today, and my mum'll be pissed if she finds out I'm not there when she wakes up." His mum would probably notice that her son wasn't here when she woke up as well, which wouldn't go down all that well.

"I'll drive you back before she wakes up and you can go back to bed like nothing ever happened, don't worry. I can set an alarm; we'll be fine. Bert's out with Bob so we have a free house as well, so if you have any weird fetishes we're good to go-"

"Gee... I'm just tired..." Frank let out a sigh, pulling on his skinny jeans almost without thinking and fuck; he wasn't seriously going to do this, was he?

"My bed's real comfy, you know." He added in a weirdly seductive whisper.

This was a fucking stupid idea and Frank knew that there was no way in hell he was ever going to get away with this, but Gee was some piece of shit, because fuck, Frank was agreeing like he just won the lottery.

-

Frank never imagined he'd find himself frantically ringing a bungalow's doorbell at one in the morning, but you know, there's a first time for everything. He just really hoped Gee hadn't fallen back to sleep or something because the walk here had been bad enough. Apparently it was fucking cold at one in the morning - who knew? 

"You actually came?" Gee pulled open the door, wearing a long black t-shirt that stopped mid thigh and as Frank suspected, nothing else.

"You shouldn't take advantage of the fact that I'm tired enough to make stupid decisions, y'know." Frank let out a sigh, pushing past the twenty five year old and pulling down the sleeves of his hoodie as he shivered a little - did they not have central heating or something?

"You're shivering, Frankie." Gee pointed out the obvious, pulling the seventeen year old against his chest and Frank couldn't help but let out a prolonged sigh as he inhaled his scent; coffee, cigarettes, and pot. Also somehow, Gee was really fucking warm as Frank was not keen on letting go any time soon.

"No shit Sherlock." He mumbled his words against Gee's shirt, not even glancing up to gauge the guy's reaction to being sloth hugged: Frank was cold - he could shove his opinion up his asshole.

Gee giggled a little, pulling away slightly and making eye contact with Frank. "C'mon, honey, let's go to my room. It's warmer, and I have a packet of smokes." He grabbed onto Frank's hand, almost pulling the sleep deprived teenager like he was a toddler, needing to be constantly attended to, to his bedroom. Considering their destination, it was pretty good that Frank wasn't a toddler, because that would be even shadier than their situation already was.

Frank sat in Gee's bed with the duvet pulled up around him, still wearing his hoodie but having slipped his jeans off pretty much at the door - he better remember them, well, thinking about it, he really couldn't, unless he wanted to walk home in his boxer shorts, and although sleep deprived, he wasn't quite stupid enough to do that.

The twenty five year old grabbed a packet of cigarettes and a lighter off his shelf, throwing both the items in Frank's direction, who picked them up from where they landed on the mattress and proceeded to light his own cigarette in just about ten seconds flat, which really wasn't something he should be proud of.

"You know I just put this shirt on to answer the door." Gee let a smirk lap over his lips as he addressed Frank, leaning back against his wardrobe and tugging at his shirt a little. Frank responded only with widened eyes and a slight blush. "I usually sleep naked... Is that okay with you?"

Oh fuck, Frank was really fucking screwed, man, fuck.

"If you're not wearing any clothes then I can promise you that I won't be getting much sleep and really that would have made me sneaking out into the cold at one in the morning utterly pointless." Frank responded, pulling his cigarette to his lips and taking a long drag as he watched Gee tug at his shirt like he was being paid to undress.

"Oh, I can ensure that it's worthwhile, sugar." He stepped forward, pulling his shirt off completely and discarding it on the floor, leaving Frank to gawp at his exposed body.

"How are you that fucking pale?" Frank exclaimed, because Gee did quite literally look like a fucking vampire. "You look like a vampire, fuck." Frank exclaimed, discarding his cigarette in the trashcan, because Gee was far more important right now. He stood up on the bed, walking over to the end to meet Gee, smirking at the fact that he was finally taller than him.

Gee reached out running one finger down Frank's jaw, tracing the way his bone slightly protruded. "And guess what, sugar? I bite."

Oh fuck, Frank was really screwed now, shivering against Gee's fucking touch. Fuck, everything in his head told him that this was a bad idea, but his dick had really never heard a better one.

"Fuuckk..." Frank moaned out Gee's hands ran up his thighs, caressing every part of him, and touching him just how he fucking needed to be.

"Frankie, baby, you're wearing far too many clothes, don't you think?" He whispered, almost as if this was something incredibly private and secretive, even though they had the whole house to themselves and even if Bert were here, he'd be well aware of the nature of their actions.

"Fix that problem for me, Gee." Frank let out a sigh as Gee's hands ran up inside his hoodie, pulling it off and exposing his bare chest, a finger running up and circling his nipples in a horribly teasing manner, because fuck, Frank was already getting hard.

Frank could barely even comprehend what was happening as Gee kneeled down, placing his hands of Frank's hips and pulling his boxers down to his ankles, grabbing Frank's hardening cock in one hand and smirking to himself.

"Like I said, Frankie, I bite."

And Frank could barely even respond until Gee had taken him fully into his mouth, sucking at his length like he was being paid good money to do so, and of course all Frank could let out in response were these breathy little gasps that just hit Gee straight where it mattered.

 Of course that was when Frank found that Gee was not kidding, as he ran his teeth down Frank who jumped at the sensation, letting out an enormous fucking gasp and pulling away, leaving Gee with a startled and mildly embarrassed look in his eyes.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I-" Gee began, pulling his gaze down and blushing to himself, because fuck, he'd pretty much just messed things up for good now hadn't he?

"No, Gee, I..." Frank let out a sigh, running one hand through the black hair of the twenty five year old, who looked up at Frank immediately - big hazel eyes stretched open wide and oh seriously fuck. "I'm going to come like this if you carry on, I... I don't want to come like that... I... want... to..."

"Fuck?" Gee suggested, a coy smirk shrugging its way onto his lips as he filled in Frank's silence. The younger boy blushed in response before he regained his composure.

"Yeah. I want to." Frank confirmed, simply smiling to himself, because he was going to get laid. He was going to lose his virginity to a fucking cross dresser who loved the Smiths and was pale enough to look like a vampire, and really this was the best fucking idea Frank had ever had.

"You know how this works I assume?" Gee asked, walking over to his dresser and opening one of the draws. Frank let out an 'mm-hmm' noise in response and Gee continued, rummaging around frantically because fuck Bert better not have stolen his condoms. Fucking Bert McCracken the condom thief. "And you're okay with topping?" Gee turned around at Frank's silence.

"Jesus, look at me, I'm the biggest fucking bottom the world's ever seen." Gee exclaimed and Frank had to giggle at that, the reality of what they were about to do still having not quite sunken in yet.

"I've never done this before, but I... I want to do this with you I..." Frank stumbled out, blushing like hell and hating the fact he was such a fucking virgin.

"It's okay, Frankie." Gee finally found the two items he'd been searching for and walked over to Frank, putting them down on the bed beside them and sitting beside Frank. "You'll be great, baby. I'll guide you, mmhmm?"

"Yeah, I... guess." Frank pulled on a smile and before he could even think about what was happening, Gee was kissing him like fuck and he was back and hard again, like fuck.

Frank pushed the guy down against his bed, planting kisses down his neck and smirking as he groaned against them.

"Little fucking dominant virgin, are we?" Gee taunted, reaching up and pulling at Frank's hair, knotting his fingers in the dark locks. "What would God think- ah... of you now? You little- ah.. Catholic slut." Frank responded with only a smirk as he pulled his lips away from Gee's neck, satisfied with the mark he'd created.

"Shut up." Frank chided in an oddly affectionate manner, smirking down at Gee as he pushed his hair back from his face. "So fucking beautiful." He let out a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment and knowing that he could have everything here - this was going to be so fucking good.

"Well? Come on then?" Gee continued in his taunts, pulling Frank down to face him by his hair. "Fuck me, sweetie. Fuck me."

"If you insist." Frank added with a grin, pulling away from Gee and pulling his legs apart so he was kneeling between them and Gee wrapped his legs around Frank, pulling him closer.

"Come on, I'm so fucking hard." Gee let out a moan, reaching out and pulling at Frank's nipple, causing him to release nothing other than a fucking perfect little gasp in response.

"And you have the nerve to call me the slut?" Frank laughed, shaking his head as he pulled the condom onto his length, blushing a little at what he was about to do and thinking of the guy beneath him a something other than Mikey's brother.

"You're gonna want to stretch me first, Frankie." Gee butted in watching as the seventeen year old fumbled with the condom. "I'd do it myself, but I'm such a whore for you, need you, Frankie."

"Fuck. Shut up, oh my god." Frank let out a sigh, pushing a finger into Gee who squirmed at the sensation before letting out the best fucking moan Frank had ever heard. "You are literally the biggest slut I've ever seen." Frank pushed a second finger in, every little fucking sound coming from Gee's lips going straight to his fucking dick.

"You go to a Catholic school, Frankie. I'm sure there's not that much competition." Gee let out a giggle, only for it to be cut off by a gasp. "Fuck, Frankie, there, there, there, there. Fuck me, there, right now, just fuck, Frankie, fuck..."

Frank just moaned in response, applying lube down his length and pressing his tip at his entrance. "You... oka-"

"Just fucking fuck me!" Gee screamed out, pushing himself onto Frank's dick, and oh fuck, Frank was not expecting it to feel quite this good, but oh god, it did, it really fucking did. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is just- ah, fuck..." Frank dragged out a trail of profanities as Gee practically guided him to the right spot, the both of them feeling it instantly as they found it.

"There, I- just, Frankie, fuck me, you fucking whore!" He screamed out once more, reaching out and latching his hands onto Frank's hips, pulling the boy down against him.

Frank pulled himself out a little, only to be practically pulled back in by Gee himself, tugging at his hips in a way that was most definitely going to bruise and fuck Frank did not care at all, he was just thinking about how fucking close he was.

He repeated his actions, Gee's moans only increasing both in volume and profanity as they continued and Frank just couldn't stop fucking moaning, because fuck, nothing was better than this, absolutely nothing at all.

"Touch me, Frankie, please, Frankie, I need, I need, to fucking..." Gee grabbed Frank's hands placing them around his own length and pulling them up and down, only for Frank to pull Gee's hands away, continuing for himself and timing his thrusts with the movements his hands made.

"How fucking close are you, because- ah, fuck ahhh, fuck, I-.. I'm fucking close, I..." Frank pulled the words out, struggling against the sensations in his body; how everything single nerve and every single cell was completely focused with just how fucking good this felt.

"Just fucking... one more.. I..." Frank, of course, complied, gathering all his energy as he thrusted deep in to Gee, who screamed his name out in response as he came all over Frank's hands and his own chest, which Frank could really not handle, coming moments later.

"Fuck, that was so fucking good I..." Frank panted out, Gee let out a small gasp as Frank pulled himself out, tying up the condom and chucking it in the trash can his discarded cigarette lay in.

"I know, Frankie, baby, I know..." Gee sighed out, sitting up and kissing Frank, despite the come on his chest and on Frank's hands. "Just wipe it on the sheets somewhere - I don't care, 's my come anyway."

Frank giggled a little at this, but obliged before grabbing the packet of Marlboro from where it had fallen on the floor, lighting himself a cigarette and vowing that he'd finish this one.

"Light me one, baby." Gee asked, holding an unlit cigarette between his lips and sitting on his pillow, the duvet wrapped around him.

Frank shook his head with a sigh, but complied, bringing the lighter up to Gee's lips and lighting the cigarette, as he held his own in his mouth.

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"Fuck, I'm tired now." Frank let out a sigh, binning the stump of his cigarette and nuzzling his face into Gee's chest.

"Told you I'd get you sleeping fine." He responded with a smirk, grabbing his phone and setting an alarm. "What time should we be back before your mum wakes up?"

"Like six..." Frank let out a sleepy sigh, not caring at all about his mother and more of just how warm Gee was and just how much easier it was to fall asleep pressed up against him.

"Five thirty I've set an alarm for then. It's two now, so get the most out of your three hours, honey." Gee let out a sigh, putting his phone back on the nightstand and brushing Frank's hair behind his ear, whispering something to the pretty much asleep teenager curled up against his chest.

"Sleep well, Frankie. Love you."

And of course, Frank heard.

He could only smile though, cuddling closer to Gee and falling to sleep before he could mumble out a response. Not that one was necessary - the proof of that was in his actions, and after they did speak louder than words.

And seriously, Gee's sex moans were the loudest thing Frank's ever heard.

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Hey guys:) I hope you're fucking happy with the smut because I wasn't planning to put this in here, and now this chapter's almost 7000 words long but whatever, I hope you appreciate it aha;) So yeah vote and comment if you did - I love you all<3