Frerard Oneshots

Painplay Part 2

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Way too calm.

That's the only thing Gerard could think of – aside from the fact that he'd helped someone cheat – but, no matter the storm of emotions and thoughts he concealed in his head, the one wind that seems to swipe him off his feet the hardest, was that Frank; Frank was way too calm.

Gerard didn't know how it's even come to this; he was having a great night, even if partly only for the fact that he was taken from the company of his own hand. Gerard was used to this, used to one-night stands, he didn't do relationships, he hasn’t done one for a damn long time. Almost two years, if he remembered correctly.

He hadn't expected anything but a fuck, but this, Gerard remembered the pain of being cheated on, especially by someone who he'd thought he'd loved. It's not a fun or nice feeling whatsoever, it's horrible, actually, and Gerard felt even worse to be part of the reason to cause someone that kind of pain.

He hated the fact that he'd done it, hated the fact that this woman he didn’t know – Jamia, was going to hate him for years because he slept with her boyfriend. What's worse, was that Frank was too fucking calm.

Now, Gerard may have not been in a relationship in a long time, but he knew that people were usually in relationships because they love each other. Another reason Gerard wasn't a part of one. So, Gerard couldn't see why, or how more accurately, could Frank be so calm.

Shouldn't he have been panicking, that the woman he loved has caught him with another?

He should be, Gerard knew that much, but Frank was calm, so calm it made him suspicious and quite nauseous. Because for Frank to look so calm and slightly annoyed with Jamia, this (Gerard didn't even want to think of it) had had to be something that happened a lot, which meant that Frank was cheating on Jamia. Repeatedly.

It made Gerard sick to his stomach, and it made him stare at Frank in silent horror as he asked Jamia to wait outside of the room. She complied, huffing. Frank sighed exasperatedly, as if he was tired of this, and it makes the anger boiling inside of Gerard burn hotter and hotter with each passing second. Because Frank didn't get to be annoyed with Jamia, Frank didn’t get to be tired of her.

Gerard wanted to get out of there, he wanted to put on his clothes and go to Jamia, and he wanted to tell her to dump this fucking excuse of a man that’s also known as Frank. Because she deserved better, even if she came off as a bitch, being cheated on wasn't something Gerard wished upon anyone.

Once the door was slammed shut, and Gerard had his time to wince, he lowered his head, and grit his teeth; if only for the sake of not ripping Frank's head off with his teeth. He needed an explanation first, and he reasoned that Frank couldn't give him one with his head decapitated.

"You have a girlfriend." Gerard said quietly, horrified and disgusted, and most of all upset. Upset because he had done something wrong, because he hurt someone and helped someone hurt. He hated it for he felt like he should've known, but Frank seemed so nice, even behind his sadistic front.

Frank sighed tiredly and rubbed his hands over his face, mumbling something that sounded an awful lot like, "fucking hell…" and he didn't even hesitate when he said no. It's got no regret in it, no remorse, like a speech he'd perfected in saying.

"You have a fucking girlfriend, Frank." Gerard repeated, its more aggressive then, because he's angry, he's fuming, and he really wasn't afraid to show that.

"I don't," Frank breathed out, annoyed. "She's not my fucking girlfriend," he added, and Gerard swore he heard him mumble an additional "bitch," too. That was the last straw for him – Gerard tipped over, his head turned to Frank's direction in a speed he never used before, and his lips shaped into a snarl.