Love Is Gay (Frerard)

11) You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

When Frank was discharged from the hospital, Mikey and Gerard let him stay with them. He slept in Gerard's room with Gerard, staying up almost all night with him. They talked about life, video games, comics, and mostly the hospital, which was the last damn thing he wanted on his mind.

"Green Day is the shit, dude." Frank was explaining at some point. "Like, the best shit. Have you heard their music? American idiot isn't even their best song, though. It's obviously Holiday. Billie is such a badass, too. Have you seen him? His voice is just - oh my god, right?" He turned and faced Gerard. "Right?"

Gerard smiled at him and grabbed his face, kissing him hard. "Yeah, totally." He said when they pulled apart.

Frank stared, wide-eyed at his boyfriend. "What was that?"

The taller of the two curled his arms around the Frank's back, his left arm holding his up and his right arm snaking under him to hold his bottom. From there he lifted him up off the bed, setting him down on his lap and laughing, because fucking finally, Frank was eye to eye with him for once. At this point, Frank was straddling Gerard's lap. He smiled.

Gay thoughts.

Shit.

Abort mission.

I mean, he's already gay, but still. He's only 15, everyone knows no buttsecks until you're at least 16. Eh, screw it. Literally.

"Hm." Frank mused, nuzzling Gerard's neck. And not in the 2009 scene kid way. That shit's stupid. He sighed heavily. "Can we fuck?"

The air went still, and Frank almost laughed his ass off. Gerard had stopped breathing, his face visibly fucking red.

"Is that a banana in your pants or are you just happy to hear that?" He smirked, and Gerard practically choked on air.

"I - uh. Fuck." The air rushed out of Gerard's lungs in a single sentence, his words breathy and shaky.

Putting his mouth close to Gerard, Frank muttered a single word.

"Exactly."

And then Mikey walked in.

Frank pretty much fell out of Gerard's lap, hitting the floor and his fucking side on the corner of the table. Gerard squealed and did that flail thing with his hands again.

Mikey went red. "Oh my god you guys weren't about to fuck, were you?"

They exchanged sheepish glances.

"Oh my jesus lord of fucking shit you guys were really about to fuck? With the door open? What about protection? Who would even top, anyways?"

"Me." Said the gay one. The gay one on the floor, I'm sorry. They're all probably gay.

"You wouldn't top." Mikey countered.

Frank held out his chin defiantly. "Of course I would."

"My brother would fuck you senseless."

"I would fuck your brother senseless."

"You wouldn't."

"What, and he would?"

"I'm still right here." Gerard whispered to them, laughing quietly.

They turned their attention to the boy on the bed and saw him laying half on the floor and half on the bad. His face looked like a tomato fucking blew up on it and he was covering it with his hands. Frank pounced on him, leading to an uncomfortable Mikey walking out of the room when they kissed.

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Trials.

Well, only one.

But still.

But Frank was nervous as hell. He was wearing a nice suit and was standing with Gerard next to him. Gerard wouldn't be able to go with him into the hearing for some reason, it was only Frank. They walked together to the doors of the meeting, Gerard holding Frank's hand and looking down at him with a reassuring smile.

"You'll be fine. Tell them what happened and then you'll get out." And with that, Frank got a kiss to the cheek and a boot into the hearing room.

When he was left in the room, he turned and walked through the half empty seats and into the stall in the front, across the room from fucking Bob and Edgar. His parents came and sat on either side of him, the room quickly filling up with people.

He met Edgar's stare, smirking and holding his head higher than it already was, and fixing his tie. Edgar glared and elbowed Bob, who in return smirked back at Frank.

The meeting was quickly called to order and Frank told his story, but didn't expect what Bob and Edgar were to do.

"I didn't stab him. He had the knife and I took it from him. He ran at me and I accidentally hit him with it. I told you this already." Edgar was saying. "Gerard was having some sort of stroke."

"That's a lie." Frank snorted. "Bob held a knife to Gerard's neck, I was there."

The judge cleared his throat. "Quiet, please. Let the accused tell his story."

"It's true, I bullied Freya - Frank sometimes but that's all behind us. And when he came at me with that knife I didn't know what to do."

Turning, the judge looked straight at Frank. "Is this true?"

Frank explained his side of the story again, people and photographers taking pictures and jotting things down. His lawyer stood up and told his story as well, standing straight and tall. Straighter than Frank though.

And the meeting continued for three more hours.

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Frank was crying. It wasn't fair.

Gerard was holding him, stroking his back and whispering things to him.

"It's okay, Frank. Just... tell me. It's okay." Gerard told him. He pulled him closer. "It's fine."

"I know. But... they - it's not the first time something like this has happened."

"They're free still, huh? After all of that, they're still out with us."

"I'm an Italian, gay, transgender boy. And they are both white boys that come from a higher social class. My family is poor, we live in the slums. They probably payed off one of the people there. The jury, I don't know." Frank took a shaky breath. "It's just not fair."

"I know it's not." Gerard sighed. "I know."

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A/N: End,,,,,,,,,me