Kissing Through The Fence (Frerard)

Fixing Him For Real

start the song now(you may not think it fits but it does trust me).

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"Gah, fuck, Pete!"

After a full day of carnivals, fancy food, small, chaste kisses, and "I love you's", Pete's favorite part of the night had come. He loved treating Gee like a princess, but there were times when he wanted to be rough. Pete rolled his hips into the smaller boy's thin, delicate frame, Gerard meeting him halfway. His loud, feminine whines and Pete's soft groans could most likely be heard by the surrounding rooms in the very expensive and exclusive hotel Pete had for the night. The older boy could barely thrust properly due to Gerard's squirming. Pete ground Gerard's hips harder into the fresh, rose scented sheets of the king-sized bed in attempt to stop his squirming to no avail.

"P-Pete, please t-touch me." he whined, half lidded.

Pete roughly grabbed the other boy's cock, barely touching him as the familiar heat of an orgasm built up in his stomach. The release was heavenly as Gerard heard angels singing and felt as if a warm, soft blanket was being wrapped around his whole body. Gerard's high-pitched moan caused Pete's muscles to tense up as he ached for release. He looked Gerard straight in his bright hazel eyes. Pete was in love with those eyes. The way that they carried emotion. He could always tell what he was feeling when he looked in those eyes. He thrust once. Twice. The third time, Pete threw his head back, exposing his sweaty neck, littered with hickeys and bite marks. He growled like an animal as he came like it was ripped out of him. The feeling sent shock waves through both of them. Gerard slipped out from under Pete just as his arms gave out, causing him to collapse on the bed.

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Pete barely had time to kiss the younger, paler boy before his phone rang. Gerard threw a bathrobe around his body, rushing to get it, not looking at the caller ID first.

"Hello?" His weak voice echoed to the person on the other end.

"Gee, it's me Frank." Frank had been crying, a lot. Jamia's words had stung him the night before, and he needed comfort from the man he loved the most. Gerard didn't feel the same way. He almost hung up the phone in anger. But he had to get answers. Tears stung his eyes as he looked back at a sleeping Pete before slipping into the bathroom and locking the door. These weren't tears of joy, or even sadness. These were tears of rage. He curled his top lip and gripped the phone so hard, he was surprised when it didn't break.

"What the hell do you want." He spat at the receiver. Frank was taken aback by his tone. So much, he almost broke down again.

"I-I'm coming back. I fucked up, and I'm coming back for you." Gerard snorted. So loud, in fact, Pete came knocking on the door, woken by the unnatural sound that came from the bathroom. Smirking, he unlocked the door and put the phone on speaker. Gerard's eyes met with a groggily confused Pete as he grabbed a bathrobe for himself. "Say that again, Frankie. So Pete can hear." Frank's heart did a somersault when he called him Frankie. He could almost hear Gee's sly smirk, but he repeated himself with a new confidence.

"I-I'm coming back for you, Gee. I love you, and I made a huge mistake." Frank held his breath at the dead silence, while on the other end, Pete was still confused. Gerard mouthed the words 'my ex'. Pete nodded, chuckling and rubbing his tired eyes. Frank didn't know who the hell this Pete guy was, but he sounded like a real dick. Pete took the phone, explaining to Frank why they were laughing.

"Nice try, buddy. But my Gee bear doesn't need someone weak like you. He needed someone strong, like me. So I don't see the need for you in the picture. In fact, give me a second." He set the phone on the bathroom counter as he went found his pants and reached into the pocket for the special velvet box. Meanwhile, Frank was both humiliated and seething at the same time. Pete sauntered back into the bathroom, keeping the box hidden. Making sure the phone was on speaker, he he put his biggest plan into action.

"Gee baby, the first time I saw you, I knew you would be mine. Sure some fixing needed to be done on both parts, but I knew we would end up together." Frank cringed at this asshole's use of his nickname for Gerard. Pete looked him in those beautiful eyes and got down on one knee. He saw joy. Overwhelming joy, but a bit of guilt. He didn't know where that came from, but he chose to ignore it.

"Gerard Arthur Way," he opened up the box, "would you like to become Gerard Arthur Wentz?" Gerard broke down into tears and nodded his head. Frank was in tears as well, knowing what the answer would be. He hung up the phone and laid his head on the steering wheel of his car. Something was off about this Pete guy, and Frank knew for sure.

He just had to somehow get Gee to notice.

He took one last look at the motel parking lot, the very same one where he left Gee so many months ago. He drove further into town, knowing what he had to do.

He was going to fix Gee, his Gee, for real this time.

Gerard's lyric: You've got a lot of nerve, I've got a little time.

Frank's lyrics: Finally get what you deserve, Oh, you have got a lot of nerve!

Pete's lyric: You'd think a liar like yourself, Could go and bother someone else.

(interpret them however you'd like)