I'm so sorry for making Bert a dick afhjvk this is an old fic I know he's great irl, y'all please separate the character from the irl person

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"Hey Gee, how you feeling? It's been like a week !" Frank caught Gerard up in the hallway.

"Better, thanks. I really don't need the volleyball game though."

"Don't worry, if I'm cap I'll choose you in my team."

"Thanks but that's still PE..."

Frank laughed and the bell rang.

•••
PE class arrived too soon for Gerard's liking and he headed for the locker room with Frank to get changed.

Gerard took his shirt off and Frank glanced at him. Damn... The latter smirked.

"You, undressing in the same room as me, it's becoming a habit..." Frank commented innocently.

Gerard chuckled. "Yeah well, don't get used to it, that's not something you'll see a lot."

"Well, every Tuesday, babe..." Frank winked.

They walked on the volleyball court and the teacher explained how the class would go, and the teams were quickly made.

Gerard was with Frank and two other guys : a friend of Frank's and the cute guy Gerard had seen with Anthony a few times.

"Hey, I'm Ryan." the boy smiled.

"So..." Frank spoke, "... Since Ryan and Dallon are the tallest, they're gonna go behind, and you're in the front with me Gee."

Gerard nodded and the games began. He was quickly out of breath.

Why does PE exist?

They could clearly see that his body just wasn't designed for exercising, so why insist like that? That was just humiliating him further.

Next game. Gerard gulped, he was against Bert and his team.

The match began pretty normaly, and Gerard tried hard not to disappoint his team, until the ball came in Bert's zone and he smashed it in Gerard's direction.

Gerard received the ball head-on in the face, making a loud thump. That hurts a lot, for those who have never had the joy of experiencing it.

"What the hell Bert?!" Frank yelled, confronting him.

"Sorry, I thought he'd catch it..." Bert faked an apology with a grin on his face.

"You don't fucking smash onto people, Bert, you know that. You did it on purpose !"

"Prove it." Bert looked down on him and Frank balled his fists.

"Frank, Gerard is okay, let it go..." Dallon put a hand on his friend's shoulder. Frank glared at Bert who threw him an innocent smile, before going to check on Gerard.

The game started again and the class ended without any other incident. Everyone went back to their respective locker room.

Gerard changed his clothes and was suddenly pushed on his red locker.
"Move", he heard someone spit behind his back. He turned around.

Bert. Obviously.

Frank grabbed Bert's shoulder to force him to turn around.
"What's wrong with you? Leave him alone."

"Oh, little Frankie is defending his princess, how cute." Bert mocked.

"Who gave you permission to call me that?"

"I don't need your fucking permission, Frankie."

"Frank, stop, he's not worth it." Gerard grabbed Frank's arm in a desperate attempt to calm him down. Frank took a deep breath and turned back to walk away.

"Yeah, listen to your bitch." Bert spat.

Frank froze and turned back to face Bert again, swelling in anger and defiance.
"Don't. Call him. That."

People were now watching them, not daring to stop two of the most feared and respected people in the whole school.

"Why not? That's how you call him, right?... Or maybe that's just how you want to call him, but he doesn't want you to. I'm curious, do you jerk off thinking of him?"

"Shut your fucking mouth, Bert."
Frank warned, clenching his fists so tight that his joints were turning white.

Deep, deep down, Frank did want to call Gerard his bitch, but he would rather die than admitting it to Bert, to Gerard or to anyone, in fact - except maybe to Anthony to make him mad, and because Frank absolutly didn't care about what his brother thought of him.

"Frank, stop, let's just go... " Gerard almost begged, tugging on his sleeve, but Frank just wouldn't budge. He was seething.

"Bet he makes you all hard." Bert continued with an amused look.
"Bet you want to make him yours but you can't have him. And God knows that Frankie Iero can't stand not having what he wants !"

"You're dead." Frank spat but didn't move. Bert was completely right about everything he had said, he was skilled at hurting people.

Frank felt Gerard grasp his arm, like that would be enough to stop him.

"Tell me Frankie, what would you be willing to do to fuck him, to get what you want, huh? Get him drunk? Pay him? Force him?"

Frank almost jumped on Bert then, and tackled him down, punching him again and again in the face.

Bert shoved him to get up so both of them were now standing, gripping and punching each other, until a few people managed to separate them, amongst them Ryan, Dallon and of course, Gerard. It took almost ten people to hold them tight and stop their thrashing.

"Let me go, fuckers!" Bert got rid of their grip before leaving, quickly followed by the rest of the class. Everything came back to normal as if nothing had happened.

"Frank, your lip's open, you're bleeding !" Gerard gasped and looked worriedly at his punk friend as they were heading for the cafeteria.

Frank let out a dry laugh. "It's alright, I'll live."

"God, you're such a dumbass!" Gerard lightly shoved Frank's chest. "Why did you do that?"

"Do what? Defend you? Well, sorry !"

Gerard folded his arms.
"I can defend myself, thanks..."

"Oh yeah? I didn't hear you talk back when Bert threw a ball at your face or pushed you on your locker. If defending yourself means letting yourself get stepped over and hoping that Bert will stop, then no way I'm letting you handle this."

"I don't want you to help me because I don't want anything bad to happen to you. You already got yourself hurt !"

"You mean this?" Frank pointed at his cheek where a purplish bruise was beginning to form. "It's just a scratch, really. - Wait... Are you actually worried for me?" Frank smirked.

"Of course I am. You could've broken a bone or some shit."

Frank quietly laughed.

"What's so fun about that?" Gerard folded his arms.

"Nothing. Bert was right about one thing."

Gerard frowned worriedly.
"How so?"

"You are my little princess. And nothing you can say will make me change my mind and keep me from protecting you." Frank replied, wrapping an arm around Gerard's neck and
kissed his head.

Yeah, 'princess' is definitely better than 'bitch'... Frank thought.

The bell rang and Frank took his arm off Gerard.
"Lunchtime. And you're eating with me", he grabbed Gerard's wrist to go to the cafeteria, not giving the redhead much of a choice.

•••
Frank put his tray next to Pete's and Gerard did the same next to the guy he now knew was Dallon. There weren't any girls this time, Pete or Dallon must've made them leave before Gerard and Frank arrived.

"Hey, Gee-boo, how are you my dude?" Pete greeted. "Frankie, what happened to your face?"

"Got into a fight with Bert McDouchebag." Frank mumbled.

"That guy's a dick, used to bully me as a freshman," Dallon told Gerard.

"Yeah I- we met..."

"Hey, talking about dicks, you said your party's on your birthday, right Frank?"

"Yeah. You're invited Gerard, by the way. But what does that have to do with your dick, Dallon?"

"I'm waiting for the party to make a move on Brendon." Dallon winked.

"Good choice, he's a great fuck."

"Ever had sex, Gerard?" Pete asked before putting a potato in his mouth.

"Yeah, a few times..."
Gerard tried to sound confident and casual, but deep down he just felt like a sheep amongst wolves that could eat him at any moment if he answered wrong - surely quite literally when it came to Frank.

"Boys or girls?"

"Both."

Frank whisled and patted Gerard's back. "That's my boy."

"And how was it?" Dallon shamelessly asked.

"It was... Good."

"Just good? I can show you much better than 'good', if you want..." Pete winked, making Frank throw a glare at him that clearely signified something like 'he is mine so back the fuck up bitch or I will stab your face'.

"No but really, you know who I'd really like to fuck?" Pete continued.

The three of them shook their heads.
"You see the new guy over there? The one talking to Brendon, with the glasses?"

"Him? He's only a freshman I think." Dallon said.

Frank quietly laughed and Gerard widened his eyes, but not enough for anyone to notice. They were talking about Mikey.

"I like them all shy like that, I'd love to see him squirm underneath me. He's so cute that I'd even let him ride me. What do you think Gee? Your type?"

Gerard shrivelled in embarrassment and Frank couldn't hold his laughter anymore.
"He- He's my brother, actually..."

"That explains a lot, he's gorgeous too !"

"Yeah, but don't judge a book by its cover, Mikey might act shy sometimes and it's true that he easily gets uneasy, but he's a ball of sass and a big fan of eye-rolling with people he knows."

"Shy yet sassy, now that's my kink." Pete bit his lips.

"Speaking of which, what are your kinks, Gerard?" Dallon asked.

"I don't really know... I'm kind of okay with everything I guess."

"Like, you have no clue of what you like? You gotta prefer something...?"

"I... I like praising, but besides that..." Gerard hesitantly spoked. People had never really asked what he liked before, and Gerard himself wasn't sure he knew.

"Come on guys, enough with sex already." Frank spoke, making a mental note of Gerard's praising kink in a corner of his mind -already full of porn, useless pop culture knowledge, weird kinks and dirty thoughts.

"Enough with sex?" Pete gasped dramatically and put a hand on Frank's forehead. "Frank, are you okay? You don't seem to have a fever ; how many fingers do I have?" Pete held two fingers and moved them, obviously miming a fingering motion which made Dallon snicker to himself.

Frank rolled his eyes and brushed Pete's hand away. "You're such a dick..."

"No, I have a dick, and I'm not afraid to use it. I can prove it if you don't believe me."

"No but seriously, stop. You're making our guest uneasy with your nosy questions."

"Well, sorry, your highness." Pete mimed a reverence.

Frank smirked.
"That's what I like to hear."

"Always knew you had a praise kink."

Frank rolled his eyes again and Gerard giggled. Pete's ability to drift things out of their context was hilarious.

Frank harshly hit Pete's shoulder.
"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Sorry, I thought you had a pain kink." Frank innocently let out, making Pete pout. "And also, I just might like hitting you without any particular reason."

The bell rang and everyone stood up to get back to class, not by will but by duty.

Gerard caught Pete in the hallway, there was something really important he needed to ask him."Pete !"

"Yes, Sugar ?"

"I feel awkward asking this but you know Frank better than anyone so... Has Frank ever... tried to... t-to force himself into someone?"

"My my, what kind of question is that, little bird?" Pete arched an eyebrow. "You're asking me if Frank would ever rape anyone?"
Gerard nodded shyly.

"Well, I don't think so..." Pete trailed off.

Gerard nodded again, looking at the ground this time, and turned away when he felt Pete lightly grab his shoulder.

"Hey, Frank's a great guy. He has many flaws, he's a stubborn bitch, he's grudgy as fuck and he's at least as slutty as me ; but he understands what 'no' means. Really. Just... Be sure to actually say it out loud, or he won't refrain himself." Pete laugh awkwardly. "He'd never rape someone though."

Gerard thanked him and sighed in relief.

Bert is just saying shit...

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