"Mikey hates me now." I sighed into nothingness, watching Gerard's clouds of smoky breath, laced with the slow and subtle poisoning within his daily dose of rolled up cancer, drift off between the trees.

"I would expect so." Gerard returned rather coldly, tapping cigarette ash down against the tree stump we were sat on. I'm sat between his legs, his back pressed up against mine, leaving his words to hit the back of my neck and his smoke to drift past my left side.

I think it was more of a matter of the lack of space for the both of us to sit comfortably side by side as opposed to a romantic gesture, because I'd learnt by now that Gerard just wasn't the type. Gerard just didn't do a particularly good job when it came to expressing any form of emotions really.

"Does he hate you...?" I dragged out my question, realising as a few words had left my lips just how stupid and kind of obvious the answer was, especially to someone quite as impatient as Gerard.

"He's always hated me, Frankie. You know that." Gerard sighed out a puff of smoke, resting his chin on my left shoulder as the distance between us diminished entirely. Not that I minded at all, because when Gerard was as fucking pretty as he was now, with that cigarette tucked neatly between those pink lips of his, how could I mind at all?

"He doesn't hate you-" I protested, despite the obvious truth within Gerard's words.

"Yeah, he just cares about me far too much - I've heard all that bullshit before, Frankie." He snapped out, pulling me far too much into reality for my own liking; I preferred it all in the quiet little bubble of just Gerard and I sat far too close together with nothing but nicotine between us. Nicotine was nice - I didn't mind the nicotine, and for a non-smoker, I was horribly and absurdly addicted to the substance.

"Sorry- I, I just- he does care, he's just fucking stubborn about it... as you Ways are." I met his gaze, raising my eyebrows, letting out a chuckle from Gerard's lips. I was glad he saw the light hearted side of my words and didn't decide to punch me or something because I really doubted I'd enjoy that at all.

"I'm not stubborn." He protested calmly, his arms snaking around my waist, teasing me of course, or perhaps just getting me to shut the fuck up via the means of relentless flirtations, however in the case of the latter, I wasn't sure that I really minded all that much.

"Really?" I pulled my head back to lock our eyes in contact. "I don't believe you."

"I'm not stubborn." He said in quite possibly the most stubborn tone known to mankind, because Gerard was nothing short of a fucking stubborn ass hypocrite.

I raised my eyebrows, biting back the smirk that was attacking my lips in a grasp of ivy. "You seem pretty... I don't know... stubborn about that-"

"Shut up." And before I could protest, he leaned in, placing his lips against mine, sucking down on my bottom lip until the only noises I was making were moans against his lips. Because fuck, Gerard was a fucking good kisser and no amount of stubbornness or mess regarding his asshole of a brother was going to change that- well I suppose Mikey could punch his lips off his face, but I doubted Gerard would let him.

"He's going to hate us even more for doing that." I breathed out as he finally pulled away, seemingly satisfied with my moaning and lack of bitchy retorts escaping my lips.

Gerard raised his eyebrows before pulling the corners of his mouth up into a smirk. "Maybe that's exactly why I did it."

I grinned as I pressed my head back into his chest, listening to his heartbeat and not even caring as he stumped his cigarette out amongst the dried leaves that carpeted the forest floor all year round.

Thinking about just what Mikey would be thinking if he saw us now was sending my head spinning off to another dimension entirely. Thankfully, Gerard's arms were curled tightly around me to help keep it grounded.

"He saw us on that swing." I said out of nowhere, pondering over exactly what could possibly go through Mikey's mind as he witnessed that. In fact, I didn't want to think about it, because it felt like an invasion of privacy; the bursting of Gerard and I's little bubble of placid reality sliced through with the dagger of cold hard revelation.

"I hope it fucking turned him on." Gerard snapped out, winking at me. I let out a groan of discomfort, closing my eyes and trying my best to remove the image of Mikey getting turned on at the sight of Gerard, his own brother, kissing me from my head. It didn't work.

"I kind of hope it didn't, you know-"

"Spoil sport."

"I'd like to imagine that Mikey doesn't get his kicks from watching his brother make out with his best friend." I met Gerard's playful gaze with a stern tone, wondering as to what the hell was actually going on in that messed up head of his.

"You're so placid sometimes, Frankie. Let loose - you shouldn't give a damn about things- about people that don't give a damn about you." I chuckled to myself, remembering Ray's words from earlier. "What's so funny? I know philosophical isn't exactly my strong point-"

"My music teacher said the exact opposite about me a few hours ago." I interrupted him with a grin, admiring the irony and conflict between Gerard and Ray's contrasting opinions on my behaviour.

"What the hell are you doing listening to your music teacher?" Gerard raised his eyebrows, snorting a little as he let the word teacher slip through his lips - it was obvious by now that Gerard wasn't the type to respect any kind of authoritarian figure.

"He's a cool guy, alright." I watched the trees sway in the wind, taking in the moment, when Mikey Way didn't matter and only Gerard Way's disapproval of Ray did. "He said I was rebellious and shit." His approval of me was of course what made the guy cool, all modest and my lack of it pushed aside.

"Well he has a pretty sad idea of rebellious then." Gerard muttered. It offended me a little, but this was Gerard and it was all in good nature as I knew he liked me really. Or at least I goddamn hoped so. I guess that Gerard didn't just date anyone though.

"He went to Catholic school." I explained, watching the sky scraper high eyebrow raise from Gerard.

"Ah. That'll be it." Gerard's face shifted into a warped grin. "That sounds like something you shouldn't know about your music teacher - exactly how close are you?"

"Fuck off." I rolled my eyes, giving up on my boyfriend entirely.

"What's his name?" Gerard mimicked in a typical way a teenage girl may quiz her best friend about her crush.

"Ray- Mr Toro." I corrected myself, but it was already too late and Gerard swooped in like an all too observant eagle.

"I don't know about you, but I never was on a first name basis with any of my teachers." Gerard winked at me, again toying with me because the guy was nothing short of a fucking flaming red haired asshole. "Cheating on me with Mr Toro, are we Frank?"

"No." I blushed a horrible shade of red that probably didn't work out very well in my case, so I changed my tune entirely. "I didn't realise we were exclusive."

"We are." Gerard's voice came out sternly, kneading his fingers against my collarbones. "You're mine, Frankie, okay?"

"I'm yours." I confirmed, pressing upwards into his touch to show my appreciation.

"Exactly." Gerard grinned. "My Frankie."

"Yes, that is kind of what boyfriends entails." I winked at him, leaning back into his chest and generally just relaxing within the knowledge that I could pretend no one else existed within this little bubble of reality right now.

"Does boyfriends entail more making out on a swing because I'm more than up for that-?"

"Not when your brother catches us, no." He rolled his eyes, moaning something incoherently to himself pretending I couldn't see his lips moving.

"Rebellious, indeed." His words were laced with sarcasm, but the friendly kind - the Gerard kind. The kind I was falling in love with.

"I'm plenty rebellious thank you very much." I pushed my features into an expression of mock offense, causing Gerard to suppress a giggle.

"How so?" Gerard whispered, pulling me around to face him, the sunlight hit his eyes through the trees, reflecting the hazel colours into a million different colours and shapes that were almost psychedelic in nature and ironically quite in tune with Gerard's personality.

"I'm dating you aren't I?" I met his eyes, pulling a smirk over onto my lips, but really I wasn't at all prepared for what was coming next.

"Oh Frankie, to want me. To want me so bad. To want me against your lips and in your bed - honey, that's just human nature. That isn't rebellious at all, to resist me would be rebellious, and don't even try - you won't get far." Fuck, to say I was turned on by that was an understatement.

"Is that what you think?" I was trying to compete with Gerard and I knew even now that this was not going to go my way, and yet I still persisted, because maybe I was just as stubborn as him at times. "I don't want you. You want me. You begged me to agree to date you."

"I'm not sure that begged is the right word-"

"Oh, Gee. I really do think it is." I winked at him, spurring him on in his advances because I was stupid and I was underestimating just what Gerard could do when he put his mind to it.

"Honey, I'll show you begging." And before I could protest he was on top of me, straddling me against the tree stump and the concern of Mikey was put way past the both of us. I was far too preoccupied with the concern hidden badly behind the thin cotton barrier behind my boxers.

"Fuck-" The word slid out before I could stop myself as I lay there in awe of Gerard and his fiery red hair. He was hot - there was no denying that.

"I could fuck you right now, Frankie. I know you want me to." I gulped, trying to stop my semi from turning into something more in entirely the worst way. "You want me right here right now, and you can have me, honey."

"Fuck-"

"You're gonna have me, honey." Gerard pushed my hips down against the tree stump causing me to moan against the friction of our body pushed even closer together, because fuck, I needed him and in the worst way. "And I, I am going to have you begging for me."

And then before I knew anything, Gerard was kissing me hard, pinning my frame down against the tree stump, occupying my mouth entirely, leaving me without the worry of thousands of words tumbling out.

He bit down against my bottom lip, releasing one long deeper moan and then pulling away - teasing me, toying with me, making me beg.

I hated Gerard Way, I hated him.

"Oh fuck you are such a dirty little slut, my slut." He made the most vulgar words sound so entirely beautiful; it was like the smoking - how could make the slow descent into cancer infected lungs nothing short of an exquisite art form.

"I'm not your slut, Gee. I'm your boyfriend - there's no 'having me'-" I panted out, sweat clinging to my body in the humid summer air and the fact that Gerard's thighs were pressed against my hips wasn't helping in anyway whatsoever, and Gerard knew that, which was precisely why he continued in that practice.

"I'm stubborn - I get what I want." He raked his fingers through my hair, grinning at the mess he was creating.

"Do you?" I managed back, my words raspy and unprepared and very obvious about it.

He chuckled, amused by the whole situation and more than I'd like him to be. "Oh honey, you want this more than me."

"I want you." I choked out as he grabbed me by my hips pushing me back down again and beginning to tear off my shirt, leaving me shirtless in a fucking forest, my forest - the woods.

"Oh honey, I know."

And as my shirt was torn off and thrown against the leaves on the ground, the reality hit me - Gerard wanted to fuck me in a forest, Gerard was going to fuck me in a forest. I was going to lose my virginity in a fucking forest.

"Are you sure the forest is the place best for this?" I looked around as he dragged his nails down my torso and then coming back up to circle my right nipple.

"Unless you'd rather we did this in the same house as my brother, your best friend- or well, used to be." The end of his sentence stung a little but I was really preoccupied in this moment, focusing on not imploding within a manic display of passion as opposed to fretting over my unknown state of friendship with Gerard's asshole brother.

"Okay." I bit down onto my tongue.

"Honey..." He dragged out, twisting my nipple, leaving me to let out a gasp, his smirk widening right across the bottom of his face. "You think I'm going to fuck you right now, don't you, Frankie?"

I looked up at him, confused with wide open eyes, "I-"

"Oh, Frankie, honey." He licked across my nipple, sucking it into his mouth and leaving me a fucking mess underneath him - something he accomplished far too easily and on a far too regular basis. "I'm not gonna fuck you, you little slut."

"Oh."

"Don't look so disappointed, I will, when you're eighteen." He smirked at me, watching my expression turn nothing short of sour, irrelevant of every shred of rationality within my bones. "For now, I'm just going to tease you, a taste test of what's to come. I'm going to make you want me so much you'll be counting down the days and not to be legal, to be an adult, but for me - you'll be counting down for me."

"Fuck, Gee - my birthday's like a month away. That's a long time-" I couldn't imagine him keeping me on edge like this for over a month.

"It sure is, especially when you want me so much." I wanted to protest, despite his words being the truth.

"Gee-" I shouldn't have bothered in my protest - I evidently did not get far.

"I need to prepare you, Frankie. I can't just fuck you all at once - I wouldn't want to hurt. I'm easing you into things, slowly. This is the prep, Frankie, so when it's time we can just get into it."

"Fuck, Gee, this isn't prep, this is torture!" I snapped out, clutching my exposed chest as a cold gust of wind passed between the two of us.

"Hmm... You love it anyway and you want it, don't you?"

"Yes!" I begged out, begging for him as he wanted.

"Hmm..." He began sucking on my neck, creating a big purple bruise with his teeth, lips and tongue all at once. I moaned under his touch, only spurring him on and leaving me nothing short of a writhing mess. "You're mine." He pulled away, pushing his thumb against the mark and sure enough, it hurt.

I glanced over it and fuck it was huge. "Gerard, how am I supposed to hide that?" My jaw fell open, cringing as I imagined facing Mikey's reaction to the rather obvious origins of the massive love bite across my neck.

"Don't." I widened my eyes at him, at the absurdities that freely tumbled between his lips like nothing. "Oh, come on, Frankie - if you're such the rebel."

"Mikey will know." I reminded him, just hoping the words would somehow sink in.

"He'll know before he sees it, because I'll be bragging." Gerard winked at me, getting up and lighting another cigarette as he turned around, letting me pull my shirt back on and collect myself. Collecting myself being a harder task than expected.

"Are you really going to brag to Mikey, because he'll really never forgive me then?" Gerard turned back around and grinned at me.

"I don't know - maybe you should beg me not to."

"Fuck off, Gerard." I rolled my eyes and he let out a feminine giggle, sitting in-between my legs this time and letting me pull him close to my chest, playing with his hair.

"You're going to fuck my hair up, darling." He grinned, sounding terribly like a teenage girl to the point it was almost amusing.

"As if you haven't messed it up already - this looks like it hasn't been washed in years." I pulled up some of the greasy red locks for inspection.

"Months, Frankie." He corrected me with what I hoped wasn't the truth.

"Gee-"

"Hmm... maybe you'll have to get in the shower with me and wash it for me. You'd like that wouldn't you, Frankie. Seeing me - naked, but of course you wouldn't be able to touch."

"You're a work of art all over, Gee." I let out an amorous sigh, which admittedly was just a little out of place.

"What?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I'm allowed to look, but not to touch. You make dirty words sound pretty and your smoke settles like a sunset made of greys."

"What can I say?" He chuckled, basking rather immodestly in my description of him. "Destruction is my favourite form of creation."

"I can tell."

"Huh?"

"You're destroying any shred of rationality within me, because this shouldn't have happened - we shouldn't have happened, but I'd never trade it for anything."

"You don't need rationality, honey. It only tethers you down." He grinned, grabbing my hands. "It's rebellion that'll make you fly - an angel in a bulletproof vest ready for heaven and to bring it right down."

"I'm not an angel."

"No you're not. You're the devil. You're my biggest sin - my lust for you is a sin."

"You're a rebellious sinner though."

"Indeed I am, yet one that abides by age of consent laws so enjoy waiting your month, Frankie."

"I do hate you, Gerard." I looked at him through narrow eyes.

"That's cute, Frankie."

"Fuck you, Gerard."

"A month, Frankie, a month."

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