Since When Did You Become a Romantic?

Chapter 15: From Dad Teacher to Hot Boyfriend

Good wholesome Fronk and Gerd because we deserve it

Frank fumbles through the hallway and runs into three different French students that Patrick is hosting. He gets to the Hell Hall and looks around. The coast is clear. He opens the third broom closet door quietly only to be pulled in by his tie. Suddenly, he's in a pitch black abyss. The lights flip on and there's Gerard sitting on a bucket, legs crossed like a proper woman, sucking on a blue lollipop. Frank looks confused, so he crushes the lollipop between his teeth and tosses the stick on the ground.

"Violent?" Frank smiles while moving closer.

"Sorry, but I've been in here for a half an hour and I got hungry," Gerard shrugs.

He sighs and presses against Gerard gently. "How long we got?" His lips move obnoxiously slow.

"Depends," Gerard replies.

Frank digs his hands into his hair. "You need to get a haircut. You have such a cute face," a smile crawls onto Gerard's face which makes Frank laugh. "Are you doing to taste like blueberries now?"

"There's only one way to figure it out," and with that they kiss. Frank learns that he was right; the kid does taste like blueberry. But the kind of blueberry you get at the fair on a Sunday, or the kind of old halloween candy. Gerard's warmth always freaks him out because Gerard's hands are always so cold. The two moved against each other gently getting lost in it. Sooner rather than later, Gerard is sliding his hand up along the sin man's thigh.

With his hand nearly in Frank's pants, he starts to whisper. "Did you know that the way your eyebrows move when you talk make me happy? They're so expressive."

Frank doesn't know what to say back. "Um thanks?"

"The way your hands move? It's so mesmerizing?"

"Okay okay. That's not how you dirty talk, babe," he tries to tell him.

"Let me try," Gerard starts thinking... okay what am i touching? what am I feeling? a dick? "You're warm and it makes me feel safe. Like a small burrito in a microwave."

"Gerard please."

"Oh right dirty. I'm gonna take your shirt off with my teeth," he leans in, "but that's not physically possible I just want you to know."

"Alright, thank you, Gerard," Frank smiles.

He's determined to get it right just once. "I'm gonna leave annoyingly high hickeys on you, so high that you can't cover it with a collar. I'll take your clothes off slowly and I'm going to leave nail marks (?) all on your back," he leans in closer. "Those tattoos are so fucking hot; I want you to put your hands everywhere. I'm gonna creep down your body and before you even know it, you're gently moaning. But I want you to know that the more noises you make the more turned on I get," Gerard is so close to Frank that he can't see the door open. "When I'm not biting your neck I'm-"

"WHAT?!?!?" Pete screeches from behind them. Gerard jumps off Frank to see Pete and Patrick standing in the hallway, confused, and happy. No one says anything for a minute until Pete notices the bite on Gerard's neck. "Were you two...? Or are you...?"

The two look at each other and then back. "Were you two going to?" Frank asks trying to change the subject.

"I'm gonna be frank with you, yes," Pete shrugs.

Gerard pats him on the chest as he walks out and Frank follows. "Good luck," he tells him. Once in the hall, Frank subconsciously grabs for Gerard's hand.

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Sooner rather than later, it's November 6th and Frank is combing his fluff of hair in his apartment. He has to look perfect for Gunn's meeting or she'll be following him like a small dog. Gerard walks out of his room. "Does this look "I'm gay but classy" enough?" he asks holding his arms out.

Frank looks at him with a dumb smile. "From dad teacher to hot boyfriend? Nice."

"Will she actually buy this? Don't we have to be together for a year to be considered 'partners'," he does quotes around the word.

"She'll ask us some questions but that's it," Frank assures. "I'm still a little worried."

Gerard steps over to him, "You'll do fine," and he presses a kiss to his cheek. "Don't fuck it up," he chuckles.

So there they sit in Officer Lynn Gunn's parole office. The walls are grey, the chairs are grey, the atmosphere is grey. Frank fidgets with his fingers with his eyes locked on the door. "We'll be okay," Gerard assures as he rests his hand on Frank's leg to keep it from bouncing.

"Sorry, I just don't want to get thrown back in..." he trails off.

And with that Lynn comes in the room with a file. "Hi Frank," she smiles. "And...."

"Gerard," Frank replies.

"Good to finally meet you," she leans over and shakes his hand before sitting down. Gerard nods, he wasn't ready for this meeting at all fuck. "So," she opens the file, "this is a simple process. I'll ask Gerard some questions separately and if they match then he can vouch for your well being."

Gerard looks at him screaming inside. SEPARATELY SEPARATELY NO.

Before they can protest, Frank is sent into the hallway to make awkward conversation with a guard.

"So you like tasers?"

The guard doesn't answer.

Back to Gerard, he swears his heart is going faster than a humming bird. Suddenly, the casual demeanor of Lynn makes his anxious. WHAT IF SHE KNOWS??? WHAT IF I SEND FRANK BACK TO PRISON BY ACCIDENT??? FUCK NO. "So first question," she starts, "what is Frank's birthday?"

"Halloween," Gerard answers quickly.

"Does he currently violate any of the rules set in place?"

Gerard doesn't even know what the fucking rules are. "Um no... he's a good cookie."

"Siblings?" Lynn asks.

"None?"

"Wrong, one sister uptown," she marks something down.

He feels like it's going pretty well. The questions like this continue and Gerard guess on 90% of them. At the end she calls Frank back in.

"So all scores are good and Frank seems stable enough to be off my hook," The two give a sigh of relief. "One problem, since Gerard currently doesn't live with you, you aren't considered partners by the code of New Jersey," Lynn explains.

Frank panics so he just blurts out the first thing he can think of. "WE DO." Gerard looks at him unsure of what to say.

Lynn looks at her papers. "No, Frank you live at West Brook and-"

"I meant we will! I'm asking right now!" Frank looks right at him.

Gerard looks afraid. "Wait what?"

Well, Frank is off Lynn's hook and now he has to live with Gerard within a week.

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