Title: Undecided Part 3
Author: gee4president
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG for this part 
Summary: Pssh, just a bit of halloween fluff...coz i feel like it. Gerard takes Mikey trick or treating and guess who he meets?
Disclaimer: *rolls eyes*
Warnings: Total shite....but hey...read it anyway!  Un-beta-ed....couldn't be assed to check for mistakes a second time...so sue me. oh yeah and for the record, sorry about the 12 yr age gap between gee and mikey...i just thort it'd be cute!
Author's Note: BEFORE YOU READ IT, I must say, the idea of including Ray in this as Frank's baby brother was not actually my idea. Some one (who left an anonymous comment on the last part) suggested i included baby Ray and the ide was too cute to pass up...so i used it...i really hope that person doesn't mind and i just want to thank them for giving me such a great idea!
First part: Trick or Treat
Second part: Undecided


Part Three- Oranges

He looked at Gerard desperately, who only lay there grinning like a Cheshire cat, and sighed, standing up and pouting slightly.

‘You better be a good fuck…’ he warned.

‘I guarantee it’ll all be worth you’re while, sexy,’ Gerard replied seductively, licking his lips and chucking Frank a sexy, lust filled side smile. Ok…so frank would fucking walk across twenty miles of hot coals just to see that look on Gerard’s face. The bathroom was only close anyway. Maybe he could make a really quick run for it.

 

He grabbed the pillow to cover his dick and turned to walk away. Gerard took the opportunity to smack Frank on the ass as he walked away.

‘Ow!’ Frank squealed. Gerard giggled.

‘Sorry…you’ve just got such a cute little ass.’

Frank couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head. He then turned back to the door and approached it nervously. He opened it slowly and quietly, and stuck his head out to see if there was anyone in the landing. It was deserted.

Taking a deep breath, and making sure the pillow was securely hiding his cock, he quickly jumped out from behind the door and raced down the landing towards the bathroom. He knocked on it loudly, hopping from one foot to the other, constantly whipping his head around to make sure no one was watching. When there was no answer from his constant knocking he opened the door and peaked in, to see the bathroom was empty. He threw himself inside, and slammed the door behind him, locking it immediately. He then turned to face the bathroom and heaved a huge sigh of utter relief.

 

It didn’t take long to locate the small bottle of lotion, but the fear of his little expedition and coldness of the air on his bare skin had made him a little less hard. He looked down at his cock disappointedly as it looked less and less erect with each second that passed by. He needed to get back to Gerard. Quickly.

 

He seized the apricot coloured bottle of lotion and placed the pillow back over his cock. He reached the door and pressed his ear to it, to try and hear of there was anyone in the landing. Nothing. He opened the door ajar, and again, it was deserted. He took another deep breath and dodged out of the bathroom, his eyes firmly fixed on his goal: his bedroom door. He ran at full pelt, and felt the blood drain from his face when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs behind him. Fuck!

He sprinted desperately for the door. He reached it just in time and threw himself into his room, in time to hear the creak of the second from the top step in the staircase as someone stood on it. He quickly closed his door and rested his head against it, his eyes closed, as he panted and tried to get his breath back. Ok, his dick was pretty much soft again by now.

 

After a minute or so, he turned around to face Gerard. Ding! Completely hard again. There Gerard lay, the moonlight hitting him like a spotlight on a pitch black stage, his legs spread a little as he palmed himself slowly through his boxer shorts.

Frank let out a guttural growl at the sight, and Gerard’s eyes snapped open and looked over to Frank. He smiled suggestively as he continued to rub himself and Frank quickly dropped the pillow covering his now, once again hard, dick. He walked briskly over the bed and straddled Gerard’s stomach, leaning down to kiss him passionately.

 

Gerard immediately stopped jacking off and buried is hands into Frank’s hair as they kissed roughly. He rolled them over so that he was on top once again and pulled away.

‘You took a while…I missed you…’ he whispered.

‘S-sorry…’ Frank mumbled, as Gerard immediately took the lotion out of Frank’s hand and removed his boxers. He rolled off Frank and lay on his back, his feet flat on the bed, knees bent, legs apart. Frank watched it awe as Gerard coated his fingers in lotion and reached down to slowly finger himself.

 

He let out a loud groan, while Frank felt his cock leaking with pre-cum at the sight. Both men moaned and swore incoherently as Gerard continued to prepare himself, slowly adding a second and, eventually, a third finger. Soon after that, he pulled all three out and turned to face Frank.

‘I’m ready…are you sure you wanna do this?’ he asked softly.

Frank gaped at him, and frowned when he saw Gerard look more and more nervous as the seconds ticked by.

‘Of course I want to fucking do this!! Don’t you?’ Frank exclaimed. Gerard laughed and nodded vigorously before throwing his leg back over Frank and straddling his thighs. He poured so more lotion onto his hand and applied it liberally to Frank’s cock, making the younger boy moan loudly.

 

Gerard then moved so that his knees were on either side of Frank’s hips and his hole was hovering slightly above Frank’s cock. They stared into each others eyes deeply for a moment before Gerard slowly started to lower himself down. Immediately, Frank threw his head back into the pillow, screwed his eyes shut and let out a throaty groan, desperately trying to hold back from thrusting his hips up further into Gerard. Gerard felt twinges of pain shoot through him as he lowered himself down lower and lower until he was finally sitting in Frank’s lap. The remained motionless for a while, squirming a little, getting used to the feeling, before he finally lifted himself halfway up and dropped back down again.

 

Soon they had built up a bit of a rhythm and Frank was mewling shamelessly beneath Gerard, his mouth formed in a perfect ‘O’ shape. Gerard couldn’t take his eyes off him. He shifted a little a tried a different angle. Bingo. And insane, fire of pleasure ripping through him as Frank nudged the spot inside him. He let out a scream of pleasure and threw his head back, making sure to hit it again and again.

 

He felt Frank’s fingers fist around his aching cock and start pumping him in rhythm with Gerard’s bounces. Gerard’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and allowed his head to flop down so that his eyes could meet Frank’s. They watched each other lustfully, as they both felt their climax building. Their bodies were slick and shining with sweat and Gerard reached down to gently brush Frank’s sticky hair that was plastered to his forehead out of his eyes. They shared the tenderness of the moment, smiling gently at one another, bodies ablaze with pleasure.

 

Only a few moments later they came simultaneously, whimpering each other’s names, eyes locked, refusing to look away, as they almost came to a silently agreement that this was something far more special than just the average fuck at a party. This was the start of something beautiful.

 

Gerard collapsed onto Frank, burying his head in his neck, panting, and placing small kisses against his skin. Frank closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Gerard’s body, hold him close, weighing him down so that every inch of their skin was pressed together. They lay like this for a moment, before Gerard rolled off Frank, pulling him out of him, drawing a quite moan from both their throats.

 

Gerard lay on his back, panting heavily, and pulled Frank into him, kissing the top of his head as it rested on his chest and running his fingers through the younger boys sweaty hair.

‘That was amazing Gee,’ Frank whispered breathlessly. Gerard smiled and closed his eyes, humming in agreement.

Frank lifted his head from the older boys chest and looked down at him, propping himself up on his elbow.

‘You’ll be my boyfriend, won’t you Gee?’ he asked softly.

Gerard snapped his eyes open to look at Frank and immediately beamed.

‘I’d love to Frankie!’ he squealed, pulling Frank down for a deep, melting kiss. Frank smirked against his lips. When they pulled back Gerard chuckled.

‘What’s funny?’ Frank said smiling at him.

‘Guess you’re not so undecided anymore huh?’ Gerard giggled, and Frank laughed and kissed him on the cheek.

 

And then, they lay together in silence, Gerard having pulled the duvet covers up over them and giggled slightly at the X-Men bed sheets, Frank happily listening to Gerard’s heart beat under his ear, until they fell together, into a gentle, warm sleep. Neither of them heard a still wide awake Ray sneak into the room about half an hour later to curl up next to his big brother to make sure he was ok. He’d heard them moaning in pain from his bedroom and he was worried.

*THE NEXT MORNING*

 

Frank woke up when he felt something fuzzy tickling his arm, and opened his eyes to find Ray fat asleep beside him, hugging his arm. He smiled lovingly down at him, but pulled the covers up his body just a little more, to hide his nakedness. Luckily it appeared he’d been under the covers all night.

 

He turned his head to his other side and smiled ever wider when he saw Gerard’s face inches from his, mouth open, still snoozing peacefully, with one arm slung tightly over Frank’s stomach. Frank sighed dreamily and smiled gently at his new boyfriend, before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his little white nose. It hadn’t been his intention to wake the older boy up, but that’s what happened anyway.

‘G’morning,’ Gerard whispered sleepily, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Frank simply kissed him gently in response. When they pulled back Gerard notice Ray.

‘When did he come in here?’ he asked curiously. Frank shrugged.

‘No idea…must’ve been after we fell asleep,’ he breathed. Gerard smiled at the sleeping five year old and reached under the covers searching for his boxer shorts.

 

He eventually had to climb right under the duvet to find them right at the bottom of the bed. While he was hidden under the covers he heard Ray wake up.

‘Morning Fawnkie!’ the little boy giggled.

‘Hey Ray Ray. Did you sleep alright?’ Frank replied warmly.

‘Yep! Except, before I came in here, I heard you and Geward crying and saying funny words. Did someone hurt you?’ Ray said curiously. Gerard had to pinch his nostrils together and shove his fist in his mouth to stop him from laughing as he pictured Frank going bright read and struggling to think of something to say.

‘Uhh…no…Gee and I were…’ Frank racked his brains for an excuse, before spotting his TV in the corner. Bingo. ‘…we were watching a movie in here and it was sad and scary.’

Ray was quiet for a moment.

‘Can I see it too?’ he asked. Frank cleared his throat awkwardly and Gerard was almost suffocating from trying not to laugh.

‘Uhh…no, honey…It was a bit of a grown up’s movie…’

‘So…when I’m grown up I can see it?’ Ray said excitedly. Frank let out an awkward laugh.

‘Yeah…maybe when you’re a bit older.’

Ray squealed and bounced around in the bed for a bit.

 

After a moment he said,

‘Where’s Geward?’

Frank actually smiled at the mention of his boyfriend's name.

‘Uhh…I think he might be downstairs. Why don’t you go and look for him and I’ll be down there in a minute, yeah?’ Frank suggested quickly.

‘Ok!’ Ray said happily, jumping off the bed and dashing out of the room. As soon as he was gone, Frank let out a breath of relief and Gerard immediately started cackling from under the covers.

 

Frank pulled back the duvet to find his still naked boyfriend rolling around gripping his stomach laughing his head off, his boxers clasped in one of his hands.

‘Oh I’m glad you find it so funny! My five year old brother heard us having sex, you sicko!’ Frank pouted.

Gerard wiped his eyes and continued to laugh, sitting up now and watching his boyfriend.

‘I’m sorry Frankie…it’s just…you told him we were watching a scary, sad movie! What were we watching? 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' meets 'Click' meets 'Hotel Erotica'?’

Gerard doubled over with laughter at his own joke, and Frank could only blush and grin a little. Ok so maybe it was a bit of a stupid story to have told Ray.

‘Yeah well…you try coming up with something on the spot like that…’ Frank sulked.

Gerard moved to sit next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

‘Aaaw don’t sulk baby…’

They remained silent for a second while Gerard nuzzled Frank’s neck before he muttered,

‘You could’ve told him we were ducking.’

Again Gerard cracked up and Frank rolled his eyes, but smiled affectionately.

‘Oh ha ha fucking ha,’ he snorted.

 

They remained like that for a little while, Gerard occasionally cracking a stupid joke, while they hugged and shared a few soft kisses until they decided it was probably a good idea to find Ray before he came back and found them making out. Frank there off the blankets and went looking around for his boxers. Gerard immediately stopped at the sight of his boyfriend naked again and stared at his cock.

 

When Frank realised Gerard had frozen he blushed and muttered,

‘Don’t stare at me Gee.’

Gerard’s eyes travelled up from Frank crotch and looked into his eyes.

‘I…I’m sorry Frankie…but…What did you do?’

Frank stared at him confusedly for a moment, looking himself over.

‘Gerard, what are you talking abou-'

 

And then he stopped.

 

Because he saw it too.

 

His cock was an unnatural, unattractive shade of orange.

 

‘Oh…My…God…WHAT THE FUCK??’ Frank immediately screamed in horror. ‘Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GOD!’

‘Frankie, Frankie….shhh calm down!’ Gerard said gently, trying desperately to calm his panicked boyfriend.

‘Calm down? CALM DOWN? I’m fucking orange Gee!! What did you do to me?’ Frank snapped.

‘I didn’t do anything to you Frank!’ Gerard growled defensively.

‘I can’t fucking believe this. We have sex once and already you give me some strange fucking STD!’ Frank yelled, leaping up and pointing an accusatory finger at his boyfriend. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He had an orange dick and, because he was too busy making his dick orange last night to remove his make-up, he still had a deathly white face with black eye-liner smudges under his eyes and smeard fake blood on his chin. Could he be anymore of a freak of nature?

‘I did NOT give you an STD, thank you very much! It’s not like I’ve had enough unprotected sex to even-’ But suddenly, Gerard stopped abruptly as something caught his attention. He stared for a moment, before bursting out into another fit of uncontrollable laughter.

 

Frank was so incensed right then. Why the fuck was he laughing? This was a serious problem. He could die, or worse, his cock could fall off or something! What the hell was Gerard doing laughing.

‘Shut the fuck up Gerard! How can you be laughing at a time like this!’ Frank shouted over Gerard’s insane fit. Gerard continued to laugh but walked over to Frank and took his hands. He dragged him over the the bed and sat him down. He then bent down to pick something up and turned around to chuck whatever it was at Frank. Frank looked down into his lap to see the bottle of lotion they’d used the night before. He looked back up at Gerard.

‘The fuck’s this got to do with anything?’ Frank grumbled.

‘Read it,’ Gerard replied.

 

Frank sighed angrily and picked it up to read.

100% moisturising blah blah blah SPF of 10 blah blah blah…

Will give your skin a lightly tanned appearance with it’s new improved tanning lotion formula.

Oh fuck. They’d used his mom’s fake tan as lube.

 

Needless to say, he was never going to live this one down with Gerard.

 

Title: The Cellar Dweller [2/?]
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: PG for now (for naughty language), NC-17 for later chapters (for naughty naughtiness *immature giggle*)

POV: First Person (Frank), Third Person (Gerard focused)
Summary: Sometimes its easier to be scared, to hide yourself away from the world. Getting help means asking for it, and who in their right mind would do that?...
Disclaimer: I think we would all like to believe that Gerard is currently sitting beside me, naked, while Frank licks his di...never mind. Unfortunately, though, I own nothing but the sick, perverted ideas in my head and a magic genie that will one day make all our slashy dreams come true! (If they haven't already *shifty eyes and meaningful stare at Gee and Frank who look very guilty*)
Authors Notes: To all of you that have taken the time to read and comment on this so far, I am truly humbled. Thank you so much for your support. It is the greatest reward for my writing.

‘Frankie, sweetheart? It’s time to get up. We’re going to be late for church!’ I heard my mother murmur cheerfully as she gently shook me awake. I woke with a snort and a flinch and was disorientated for a minute. I looked around and found I’d fallen asleep on the basement couch, my guitar still slung over his shoulders.

‘You must’ve dosed off, honey. What time were you practising till last night?’ my mother asked gently.

‘You mean you actually managed to sleep through that ‘infernal racket’?’ I mused. A soft smile swept across her face,

‘I must’ve been tired.’

Her smiled faltered, and I saw hint of grey in her normally glowing eyes. My mother looked older and older everyday, each line on her youthful face becoming yet a little more etched, the flecks of grey in her dark hair becoming a little more solid and difficult to disguise. But it was exhaustion more than age that did this to her. Mental, physical exhaustion and I noticed her slipping into its merciless, dopey grasp more and more as she became unusually clumsy and forgetful. That’s what divorce does to people.

That was another thing I was scared of. Divorce, getting married, having kids. Fuck wouldn’t life be so much easier if people just didn’t fall in love? What was so great about love anyway? Seemed like a waste of fucking time if you asked me. Too much pain, too much anger and hurt…too much fucking effort. No one had ever loved me, and no one ever would because really, who was ever going to love a 20 year old dude who still lived in his mothers basement, and was frankly too scared to leave it?

‘Mom, I don’t feel too good. I think I’m gonna skip church today,’ I mumbled, not quite looking at her. Pfft, church. It was all bullshit anyway. I only went to shut my mother up, but really, I was growing weary of its dreary services every Sunday that dragged on for fucking centuries at a time. I hated the fact that people invested so much of their time and faith into something that was so obviously a lie. The bible was probably written by some random lunatic who hid in the darkest cave he could find all those thousands of years ago, laughing insanely to himself as he penned a book about some dude up in the sky who created the entire planet with a click of his fingers. Perhaps he was an ancestor of mine. I’d seemed to have inherited the same psychotic, lying tendencies, after all.

‘Frankie, you can’t just go to church when you feel like it. I didn’t raise you to be lazy like that. So come on, get out of bed. You’re coming with me,’ She sighed.

I started to feel a familiar panic rising in my chest as I thought of venturing out side of the darkness of the engulfing, warm cellar. I felt so paranoid when I was away from here, when I wasn’t alone. I felt like people were always watching me, always judging me and I would feel as if I could barely breathe. Come to think of it, I felt like that now.

‘Mom…please…don’t make me…I can’t….’ I panted breathlessly. She stopped and watched me clutch my chest, sensing that another panic attack was due.

‘Ok honey, ok, calm down. Deep breaths now. You don’t have to. You stay here. You’re safe here,’ my mother said soothingly when she saw how panic stricken I was, immediately wrapping her arms around me and cradling me as if I were a baby. Well, I guess I kinda was. A big, pathetic, scared baby.

‘You gotta leave the basement one day, honey,’ she murmured after a long time of rocking me while I regained my normal breathing.

‘I do! I go to work!’ I snapped feeling myself get agitated.

‘That’s only two times a week, Frankie! And it’s not as if that job is gonna set the world on fire,’ she reasoned. She was right, of course. I worked in a backstreet CD store, which no one ever came into because no one knew it even existed. That’s why I loved it. I could be alone, and the acoustics in the room were great, so I could often take my guitar into work and play all day without a single interruption. Besides, it was owned by a family friend so I was given the job without an interview, which was another perk. I was shit scared of interviews.

‘I…I sometimes go into college….’ I now muttered quieter, my eyes not quite reaching her gaze. I was ashamed. I couldn’t even walk down the street without my heart pounding in my throat and I hated myself even more because of it.

‘I….I’m sorry mom…’ I whispered.

‘No don’t say sorry honey. I know you’re trying. I just hate seeing you like this, too afraid to even step foot out the door. I don’t understand. You’re such a talented boy, with so much to offer. You’re wasting your life away here. You’ve gotta leave the basement eventually, and I mean properly leave. You’re too good for this place,’ she murmuring, tilting my face up to look at her, while she gazed at me with that same torturously concerned, mothering look she was constantly giving me nowadays.

I shook my head. I had nothing to offer anyone. Nothing.

 

+++

 

Ok, so maybe finding a new guitarist wasn’t as simple as they had immediately thought. The whole open audition thing simply wasn’t working for them as some of the people who tried out were fucking shit. In fact, they were ALL shit.

Gerard threw his pen down on his notebook having just put a cross through the name of another crap ‘guitarist’, and sighed agitatedly.

‘Uhh thanks for coming down, but your not quite what we’re looking for,’ said Ray to the hopeful ‘musician’ (if you could really call him that) standing before them. He nodded and shuffled from the room.

‘Well, this is turning out to be a fucking waste of time,’ Gerard growled.

‘Yeah I agree. I’m sick of this shit. I’m goin’ home. I could be doing so much more with my day,’ Matt muttered, standing up and heading to the door without so much of a goodbye or glance back at his band mates.

Ray sighed, dejectedly.

‘What are you guys gonna do today?’ he asked, turning to Gerard and Mikey, the band brothers.

‘I told mom I’d pop in for lunch,’ Mikey shrugged before turning to Gerard, waiting for his reply.

‘Meh, I dunno. I’ll probably do some writing, drawing, singing, eating, drinking coffee, go for a walk…you know…stuff…’

Ray and Mikey laughed and nodded. Yeah, Gerard was pretty predictable.

‘Well have fun guys. I’ll call ya if I get anymore bright ideas,’ Ray sighed with a wink as he exited the room.

 

Title: The Cellar Dweller [1/?]
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: PG for now (for naughty language), NC-17 for later chapters (for naughty naughtiness *immature giggle*)

POV: First Person (Frank), Third Person (Gerard focused)
Summary: Sometimes its easier to be scared, to hide yourself away from the world. Getting help means asking for it, and who in their right mind would do that?...
Disclaimer: I think we would all like to believe that Gerard is currently sitting beside me, naked, while Frank licks his di...never mind. Unfortunately, though, I own nothing but the sick, perverted ideas in my head and a magic genie that will one day make all our slashy dreams come true! (If they haven't already *shifty eyes and meaningful stare at Gee and Frank who look very guilty*)
Authors Notes: To all of you that have taken the time to read and comment on this so far, I am truly humbled. Thank you so much for your support. It is the greatest reward for my writing.

My friend’s sister was the first person to ever explain to me what a gay relationship was. I was only 10 years old, and frankly, the idea of it fucked with my head completely. It threw everything I’d ever known, everything I’d ever been taught, out of the window. I questioned myself, my religion, my parents beliefs, even my friends, who were just as clueless as me, to try and discover who I really was. Knowing nothing of real life, but seeing how gay relationships intrigued me far more than it did most other kids of my age, I came to the only reasonable explanation. I was gay.

It was from there that school started to become torture, and I put up with more homophobic bullshit in my short stay in high school than most gay people did in their entire lives.

There was only so many times you could be shoved in a tiny dark locker and left there for literally hours while you begged for a teacher to hear you screaming, before you developed a fear of confined spaces. There was only so many times you could receive letters filled with words of so much hate, of sheer death wishes, before you developed a fear of opening mail. There was only so many times you could stand in the centre of crowd of bullies all screaming absurdities, and throwing lethal punches your way, before you developed a fear of crowds.

Needless to say, I was a nervous wreck by the end of high school. My fears did not go away as a willed them to, but rather provoked my low self esteem, as I started college. I remember receiving my letter in the post saying I was to receive a scholarship to Rutgers University. Of course my mother had to open it for me, because envelopes and paper and words…well they just freaked me out. But she was so proud. She called everyone she knew to tell them the news, while I just stood there shaking like a leaf, absolutely fucking petrified.

Really, I was scared of only one thing. Everything.

 

++++

 

‘Guys, we can’t do this. It doesn’t sound right. Listen…’

Ray pulled the headphones off his head and handed them to his band mate, Gerard. A song they’d just written together called Early Sunsets Over Monroeville, filled his ears, and immediately he could see what Ray meant. Ripping the headphones off in sheer frustration he passed them onto his brother, Mikey, to listen. Ok, he was officially pissed off. They’d spent hours on that song. It was meant to be beautiful. But it just sounded so….

‘Hollow,’ Mikey muttered, shaking his head and handing the headphones to Matt, their drummer.

‘What are we doing wrong? Why doesn’t it sound like it’s meant to?’ Gerard whined, picking irritably at a hole in his scruffy jeans. His ONLY jeans. Fuck it, he was so broke. He was beginning to wonder if this whole, ‘lets-form-a-band-and-change-the-world-one-teenager-at-a-time’ idea was such a good one. He hated his job at Cartoon Network, seeing as they were constantly rejecting his artwork, but hey, at least it paid the rent, which was more than what could be said about this album which was going nowhere.

‘We can fix it,’ Ray muttered thoughtfully after a while of listening to the song again. ‘All we need is another guitarist.’