Under The Bleachers - Frerard AU

.three.

Gerard was stuck. Literally stuck. He had been stuck in some random kid's locker for the past 5 hours, okay not really, it was probably like an hour max but it felt like 5 hours, so that's what counts.

Apparently shoving the art kid in a locker is peak comedy, news flash: it isn't. Gerard considers himself lucky that he's not really claustrophobic, the problem is he's had about 5 existential crisis's over when he's gonna be able to get out of here. Well, honestly, this locker stinks, so bad. But then again, Gerard's used to not showering for a few days so it's not like that bothered him a lot.

This situation might have been his fault, not exactly, but it still wasn't a smart move to return snarky comments to Luke, the football captain. At first it really was amusing but the initial amusement ends pretty quickly when you get shoved into a random locker that wasn't locked properly. What kind of idiot leaves their locker not locked properly?

The bell had already went like 20 minutes ago when the locker began finally being unlocked. At this point Gerard was almost half asleep, he couldn't help it anymore.

But before Gerard could process anything, it was bright, and he was falling forward, fast. He was honestly prepared for death, putting his arms out to break his fall. But what he was not expecting was to be on top of Frank, his knee was right between Frank's legs, touching his crotch.

Gerard's life is a joke. He wanted to crawl up and fall into a void immediately.

Frank, on the other hand, was trying his absolute hardest not to think too much about how Gerard looked hovering over him or how this was a little too similar to a certain questionable dream he had. Frank was incredibly glad everyone else was in lesson and the halls were empty right now.

"Fuck- i'm so sorry-" Gerard said, scrambling to get off of Frank.

"Hey, it's fine, no worries," Frank chuckled trying to hide his inner panic. "just wasn't exactly expecting you to be in my locker."

"Right, yeah, cool, cool." Gerard said awkwardly.

The thing is, Frank had a little problem, down there. He couldn't exactly help it, he was just another teenage boy after all. Frank's jeans did not help though, in fact they only made it more obvious, and Gerard really noticed, he figured it's a normal reaction, deciding it would be best to just not mention it.

"So uh, are you okay?" Frank asked, suddenly processing that someone shoved Gerard into his locker. Then standing in an awkward manner to try and make his boner less obvious, it didn't really work.

"Y-yeah i'm alright." Gerard replied.

"You can tell me when shit like that happens y'know, can always go and beat the shit out of whoever does that stuff."

"It's fine, was my bad really for talking back to Luke by implying i slept with his dad."

Frank giggled then, genuinely, and Gerard felt like his ears had been blessed.

"Damn that's funny, i mean he deserved it." Frank giggled out.

"Yeah, he definitely did."

"Do you wanna go hang out under the bleachers for a bit, 'cus i'd really rather not go to science."

"S-sure."

Frank was still trying to get his problem to go away. Old people. My mother. Literally anything that isn't Gerard. It might've helped a little. At least he's trying. But he was not gonna miss out on this opportunity to talk to Gerard.