Learning How To Swim (Frerard)

4. Sexual Frustation And Lots Of Mystery

FRONKEH

To say Frank was embarrassed was an understatement. He's honestly be eating the organs of children right now than be sitting in his living room with his mother talking to Gerard. Sure, he loved his mother, but "swimming lessons? Is that code word for sex?". Frank wanted to shoot himself from the embarrassment. Which won't happen. Maybe.

Although, he hadn't really listened to his mother say that, because he was slightly distracted by a more pressing matter, Gerard. Gerard was on on a whole new level of hot for Frank, and he'd seen some pretty hot guys at his school, hell, he'd even made out with a few of them in the bathroom. He remembered when he was in his "I'm gay you're gay lets make out in the bathroom" phase in his sophomore year. Frank was truly a horrible catholic school boy.

But in reality, Gerard was more beautiful to him then all those boys combined. Especially his eyes. Frank sort of had a "thing" for boys with beautiful eyes, although he did care about personality as well as looks, but eyes are really what did it for him. He took his time studying Gerard's eyes, because they truly were some of the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen.

Swirls of light green and hot whiskey color combined to make dazzling orbs of beauty inside Gerard's skull, shining like diamonds as the sunlight hit them.

Frank found himself staring at Gerard's mouth as well, which was also beautiful. The gentle curve of his lower lip, the sideways crooked smile he had when he laughed, the smirk that could turn anyone, and really, anyone, onto him. Frank loved seeing Gerard's lips move, imagining what he could do with those lips, what they could do to him. He also loved the way his tongue clicked against his teeth sometimes when he talked, when he licked his lips to moisten them, he really loves Gerard's mouth.

He'd know that Gerard was gonna fuck him up from the moment he popped out in front of him in the lake yesterday. The way his eyebrows scrunched up when he looked at his scorpion tattoo, trying to decipher what it was. Frank wondered if he had noises the small tattoos he had in his hands, the one on his chest. Gerard hadn't really seemed to acknowledge them, or maybe the stupid author of this goddamned fanfiction forgot to mention them within the past chapters.

Whoops, sorry about breaking that fourth wall there, I'll pay for it.

But really, Frank had wondered if Gerard had noticed the tattoo around his waist, the one that just peeked out from under his swim trunks. He's wondered if Gerard had gotten curious, maybe he would ask what it was, ask to see it, ask to take Frank's clothes off...

Woah there Frank, it's a bit early for that, calm down.

Frank was yanked out of his thoughts about taking Gerard's clothes off when he heard his mother say, "-Elena Way?" She turned to face Frank, he could almost hear her voice in his head.

Elena Way's grandson.

No, it couldn't be Gerard, he, he can't be the boy; can he? He hadn't seen the boy in four years, it couldn't be Gerard. Frank pushed the thoughts aside, watching his mother invite him, his grandmother, and Mikey over for dinner, Frank watched Gerard's cheeks color slightly before he agreed, smiling slightly.

Frank turned to Gerard, their eyes meeting, and something happened. Frank couldn't describe it, it was just a pang of something, an emotion...a...a connection. He felt his cheeks flush as he stared at the older boy. He'd only felt that once before, with, with the boy.

"Uh," Frank started rather intelligently, breaking eye contact with Gerard, his cheeks coloring as he gazed down at his hands. "Maybe we should, like, get in the water, to, uh, swim." Genius, Iero, freaking genius. "Y-yeah, we should." Gerard agreed, slowly standing up from the couch, Frank following suit. Frank felt his mother's eyes burning into the back of his skull, because she knew how he felt about Gerard, and she was most likely thinking "oh my little boy has a crush on a cute boy how fucking adorable".

"Don't dick around to much boys, don't drown." Frank's mom called after the pair as they walked out the door. They walked down the stairs, silent, although not as awkward as one would think.

"Well that wasn't awkward at all." Gerard said, turing to the shorter boy with a shy smile. Frank rolled his eyes and smiled at Gerard. "Yeah, and I'm straight." Frank's smile grew as he listened to Gerard's giggle. He tapped his fingers against his thigh, itching to hold Gerard's hand. The song "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" By The Beatles popped into his head, which really wasn't a good time at the moment.

He walked onto the dock, sitting down and dipping his feet into the water, making little circles with his toes. Gerard sat down next to him, swirling his feet in the water next to Frank's, their ankles touching every so often.

"So," Gerard's voice caused Frank to snap his neck to face the boy with beautiful eyes at such a velocity he could've gotten whiplash. Their eyes met again, and time froze, the same emotion, connection, was felt again, and they were lost in each other's eyes. Gerard blinked, snapping Frank out of his trance, and Gerard continued his thought. "Did you actually jack off when you got home?" He was smirking, and Frank was blushing, glancing back down at his feet. Gerard knew the answer was yes, and Frank knew Gerard knew that he knew the answer was yes, so what was it to lie to him?

"Yeah, what's it to you?" Frank raised an eyebrow at the older boy, who's cheeks colored slightly at the question. "N-nothing, nothing at all." Hm. "Oh really?" Frank leaned close to Gerard's ear. "Does the thought..." His lips were practically on Gerard's ear, and he lowered his voice to a more seductive tone. "Excite you?"

He felt Gerard shiver with his words, leaning away to gaze at the older boy, who had turned ruby red when he spoke. He saw Gerard swallow thickly, inhaling deeply before responding with a clipped, possibly forced 'no'.

Frank smiled at the older boy, standing up and stretching his arms out. "Well, we might as well get in the water, that's kind of where you swim." He said, diving into the lake before Gerard could respond.

The cool water bubbled up around him, Frank felt weightless, free. The moves his arms in a powerful stroke, bringing him to the surface for a breath. He turned to Gerard, who was now slightly wet, and it was only now that Frank remembered he had a shirt on. Because Frank Anthony Iero is a god damn genius.

He swam into slightly more shallow water, where he could stand, and pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the dock with a splat. He turned to Gerard again, who was just the slightest bit staring at him, biting his lip. Oh wait, he was checking Frank out. Well, well, well. Frank got an idea, although the it was usually Gerard who came up with the ideas, but this time it was Frank.

He stretched his arms above his head, letting his swim trunks shift downward on him ever so slightly, leaning his head back and letting out a low "ah" that seemed rather sexual. He let his arms fall to his sides, smirking at Gerard, whom was practically gawking at him now. "Well, get in the water." Frank said, gesturing to the water surrounding him.

Gerard blinked a few times, quickly tugging off his shirt and sliding into the water with a splash. The water was about up to mid-stomach area, and Frank could see the slight look of concern on his face as he wade over to Frank.

"Don't worry, you'll be okay. Trust me."

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Hello lemonfucks how was your day? I'm not at all sorry for the cliffhanger, it's just late and I'm super tired and j have school and I wanted to get another chapter out before anyone died from lack of updates. Fun fact: I wrote this entire thing and then wattpad decided to fuck with me and delete it so that was infuriating. Anywhore, it'd be lovely if you voted/commented, I love reading your comments, have a fantastic life xoJay