//tw ; bruising, blood, triggering words//
3am. frank's head was spinning.
he didn't know what was going on, but all he knew was that he needed gerard. now.
should i get him? frank asked himself.
he was shaking in his bed. it wasn't cold, it was just that frank was scared. he had a massive headache and could not sleep. he wanted to talk to gerard, but was afraid he was going to bother him.
gerard was circling in frank's mind. i love him, he thought. frank was over-contemplating whether or not he tell gerard he has feelings for him.
frank got up from the bed and into the living room. he looked at gerard, who was fast asleep. aw look how cute he is.
i'm going to tell him.
it's late. gerard certainly wouldn't remember right? just a quick talk, maybe a hug and that's it. quick and painless.
"gerard? gerard?" frank sat next to the sleeping gerard, nudging him slightly.
gerard groaned and squinted his eyes at a blurry figure. "frank?" he said sleepily. frank noticed the change of pitch in gerard's voice.
"gerard, can i tell you something?" frank blushed.
gerard rubbed his eyes and sat up, sitting oddly close to his friend. "anything, frankie."
frank swallowed. frankie, he thought. frankie. "okay. i don't want this to ruin anything between us..." quick and painless, frank, come on.
frank started crying. he remembered what happened last time he came out. what they had said, what they had done to him.
you're not welcome here.
leave.
disgusting.
weak.
stupid.
idiot.
d i e.
all of the bruises reappeared and the blood trickled down frank's face. he was scared. he was bleeding everywhere.
"frankie," gerard said as he embraced frank's head. "breathe. just say what you have to say, and I'm sure whatever it is - it won't ruin anything between us."
"g-gerard..." frank took a breath and tried to force his tears away. "i'm bi."
gerard pushed frank's head away from his chest and looked at him with a 'that's it?' look.
"gerard, i'm sorry-please don't..." frank couldn't speak. "...please...don't d-do what...what they did."
"frankie." gerard gently placed his hand on frank's face, wiping his tears away. "i love you."
gerard locked lips with frank, and it felt like magic to the both of them. frank let his tears flow during the kiss, not caring to wipe them away.
he's a good kisser, they both thought to themselves.
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Subway Train ➫ Frerard
FanfictionA story about Gerard Way, a busy college student who studies art in New York. One Thursday morning in the subway station, he runs into a homeless stranger, Frank Iero, who he befriends and lets live with him in a tiny apartment. Frank comes from a d...
