Next Door Neighbor (Frerard)

"tu sei la mia pesco."

Frank Iero was the neighborhood punk. He had a few bad stick-and-poke tattoos, a few facial piercings from his friends (They said he was perfect to practice on!) and a messy mohawk. He dressed in ripped jeans, band shirts, and flannels - only with the sleeves rolled up. 

He even played guitar and blasted punk music as loud as possible. 

One day, while he sat in his freezing (Curse the New Jersey weather), navy blue room, tuning his guitar (Pansy, named by his friend, Bob), he something through his window.

Usually he never paid attention to his window. But he knew it was directly across from Gee Way's, and Frank closed the curtain when he was changing clothes or jerking off, like a normal person. It was routine, it's just what you do. 

Apparently, Gee Way didn't know that. 

Gee Way was the neighborhood cutie. Always going door to door with fundraisers, vegan, got the school to stop using real frogs in science and using a computer program instead - overall a nice person. He was adorable, and always got what he wanted. Including many dresses, skirts, and pink things from his parents. 

The Way's weren't rich by any means, but they definitely had money to spare, and Frank was sure 99% of it went to Gee, and he totally understood why! Under the punk appearance, he had a soft spot for the boy. They didn't talk much; never had a real conversation. But they were neighbors and saw each other a lot.

Just never this much of each other. 

Frank was innocently sitting in his room, when all of a sudden, Gee decided it was perfectly okay to drop his towel from around his waist and pick out clothes, right in front of the window. 

Frank paled when he realized what was happening, then blushed madly. Gee's skin looked so soft, his pale chubby body was gorgeous, especially when water was dripping down it. His blonde hair was so nice, a little frizzy, it was obvious Gee had rubbed it dry.

His face was nice and a little round, cheeks still like a child's. His chest and arms were paler than the rest of him, and so adorably chubby. His little tummy showed that he was healthy, but still very easy to pick up and hold. 

Finally, Frank looked at his thighs. God, his thighs. Not only had Frank dreamt of them before, wrapped around his waist or head, now he sees the real thing - They looked so nice, soft, so fucking kissable and he imagined them covered in hickeys. 

Frank thought that was the end of the beauty, nothing else that was new and just edible. But then, he realized- 

Gee had a nice fucking ass. 

Of course, he thought about fucking him before - spanking him, grabbing his ass, etc. But nothing he dreamt before could compare to how the real Gee looked. 

Frank watched for a few more moments, before Gee put on a pair of pink panties and Frank was sure his dick was going to jump off his body and go to Gee's room. 

The punk snapped his head away, eyes wide and cheeks still red. The bulge in his boxers (Because who wears pants in their room?) very, very obvious. He shook his head and sighed, putting Pansy down. He walked over to the window and - very unlike Gee - closed the curtain, ready to take care of his problem in his boxers. 

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Frank was sure Gee really /didn't/ know how curtains work at this point, because fuck, it's been a week of showering every day for Gee and a week of jerking off for Frank. He had to face Gee every day in Maths, too, which meant his face was red and he refused to make eye contact for an hour every day. 

It was now Friday, and Frank was was working on covering a Black Flag song. He was muttering the lyrics as he played the cords, trying to get it perfect.