Notes (frerard)

Chapter One

There he was. Frank iero- the punky badass at school who had been eyeing me up for weeks on end. I sat at the front of the school, where I did every morning before strolling in to my first lesson at least 30 minutes after the bell had rang, and peered over towards the smaller male making his way along the grit path that led to the hell that must be attended 5 days a week. After kicking a couple of soda cans across the path and shoving past a group of juniors still a fair bit taller than himself, Frank paused. It was as though he sensed my presence. As I thought this, his posture altered and his eyes fell upon my own. It was magical. Yet after a brief lock in our eye contact and a cute smirk, Iero continued forward as if nothing had happened at all.

I sat for a while, examining the events that had occurred then in just a few seconds; I couldn't understand why Frank seemed interested in me. I was a loser. However, I have the most fabulous music taste, even if I do say so myself. Yet still these thoughts were a mosh pit in my mind; what was it about my greasy, black, fairly long hair, my not so tall and slightly wide posture and my absence of any kind of social skill that appealed to such an amazing human? it was all a mystery to me. On the other hand, although not being close to frank at the moment, I was sure we had a very similar taste in music- the Ramones, the Misfits, the Sex Pistols, Black Flag and even a bit of old school Green Day. Anyway, my thoughts had over run and it was around about the time to wonder through the gates of hell and see what awaited me for today.

Turning the corner to navigate my way to the first period class I was meant to have attended over 40 minutes ago, I brushed past my locker and noticed a grubby piece of paper that had been forced in the tight gap of my locker door. Scrambling for my locker key deep in my jean pocket, my heart pounded. I furiously unlocked my locker and the note fell to my feet with ease. I reached down and grasped the note between my slightly sweating fingertips and proceeded to read;

"Hey punk, make it count, meet me at the old soccer field at 4, be there"

My heart leapt in to my throat - the short scrawl was from Frank- and I could have screamed if my ears were not pierced by the high pitched screech that was my science teacher;

"gerard way! I've marked you as absent again! This behaviour is unacceptable, you need to be turning up to school on time for goodness sake. Another late and it's going on your permanent record, do you hear me?!"

I crumbled the note tight in to my fist and I mumbled a short "yes miss" as I scurried off to what was left of my biology lesson. I never really did like biology.

After being sat down for approximately 7 minutes, I gathered my things and strolled to second period- English. I knew Frank was in this class, maybe I could approach him about the note, or was this too soon? Unfortunately, being late was my speciality and with Frank in the back left hand corner of the room, I occupied the only seat left in the class- front left of the room directly in front of the teacher's desk. I piled out my notebooks and copies of various books we were studying and glanced up at the teacher standing at the front of the class. Not once had I thought to unclench my fist still encasing the message I had received from frank. Daringly, my grip loosened and I peered down to my lap to carefully observe each letter, each word written to myself. However, my stupid smile gave me away as the note was soon snatched forcefully from my weak hand. "Shit" I whispered under my breath as the words I had been studying ever so carefully hit my eardrum in a low boom.

"Oo who's Gerard meeting?" "Better not get your hopes up now gee, the whole schools gonna be at your little meeting place" people around the class proceeded to torment me as my cheeks managed to shift to a bright shade of pink. But all I could think about was Frank. He put his trust in me and I fucking blew it. god damn.

Frustrated, I stuffed my books in my bag and made a beeline for the door. "And where do you think you're going mr way?" I looked around nervously. "To the bathroom" I mumbled in the direction of the floor. "To the bathroom did you say? I'm sure you don't need all your things for a bathroom break." Damn. I had to stay for the rest of the class, but at least I could escape part of it by wondering to the bathroom. I tossed my bag towards my desk and left hurriedly. The halls were quiet as usual, the whole school was mid lesson, not one person did I pass on my little adventure. By the time I decided to make my way back to class I stopped at my locker to grab a few things for my next lesson. There, tucked away in practically the same place as last time was yet another note. This has to be fake. Again the note dropped to the floor when my locker door was wrenched open, and present on the grubby paper was the same messy writing as before. Another note from frank.

"Hey, screw the other note, meet me at the vegetable plot out the back of school. 4pm still." My heart lifted. It was okay. Reassured I stuffed the letter right in to my pocket with my locker key, I didn't dare take another peak until break time.

English was a drag, but me and my vivid imagination made it through. I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts but Frank, I just, ugh I can't stop thinking about him, I didn't know a single human could have this sort of effect on a person. I was itching to meet Frank at our new spot, to know what would happen next; was this even a good meeting, what the fuck would happen? And how am I certain this is Frank? For all I know it could be someone having a prank on me. No, I'm sure it's not, I'm certain the notes are from Frank.

Throughout the day my mind actually managed to drift from the subject of Frank Iero, yet when my brain switched back on, my stomach jumped and I was all nervous again. With a reasonably happy vibe to my stride, I made my way out of school directly to the place the note said- out the back entrance, through the overgrown path to the secluded, neglected vegetable patch. I arrived, found a small, slightly rotting tree trunk and perched myself on it; I was a little earlier than I expected. I guess excitement makes you move faster.

"Gerard." A slightly high male voice exclaimed behind me. Startled, I flew round to catch full view of Frank Iero, pacing towards me we with a cheeky smile on my face. Suddenly I felt my bulge start to rise slightly. Shit son calm yourself he's probably here to smash your head in. I felt myself relax; I found a little confidence as I came within touching distance of Frank. I rose. "Uh hey" I stuttered. "So it was you who asked me to come along here. So uh, what did you w-" I was quickly cut off with a collision to my lips with the lips of the man stood before me. I froze. Yet still the man before me kept moving, almost urging me to take part in the act. Soon I began to warm to the act, adding intensity to the movements Frank had introduced to me.

My knees gave way and we both fell to the dirt below us, but still, persistent, Frank kept going. Soon his tongue urged for entrance to my mouth; I immediately granted- the whole situation was moving so fast. In that moment, I did find my cock slowly rising again, partly due to the fact the man now on top of me had a bulge grinding against my own. I gasped for air. Frank did too, our eyes meeting for a split second until he pounced down to my neck, caressing it with kisses as he palmed the bulge throbbing against my jeans. "F-Frank" I moaned as my hips slowly bucked in to the smaller males palm. It felt so wrong- we were still practically at school- yet I was with Frank, which made everything feel so right.

Out of nowhere, my own hands came in to action, carefully cupping the man before me, slowly beginning to rub against his bulge. "Do it Gerard" Frank panted "take me- take me in your hands." between my own thrusts, I began to fiddle with the zipper of franks jeans. I nervously guided my hands to his sleek hips and shuffled the stiff material down. I felt for his cock. I rubbed against the smooth and slightly damp fabric of franks boxers before urging them down and clasping him in my own hands, skin to skin. "S- so good" I heard him moan in my ear as I teasingly pumped, slow and steady, on his erection.

In a second, mine and Frank's movements intensified, we were both coming close; I could feel it. Frank's hands were now inside my boxers, his thumb sliding across my slit causing me to moan huskily in his ear as my own hands worked at him. "Frank- Frank I- I'm gonna-" I gasped "s-same" I heard a rasped voice say as both our bodies relaxed and I felt a warm substance enter both my palm and the hand of the man against me. Frank lazily rolled off of me and, after wiping our hands in the dirt around us, we both sighed happily, gazing up at the setting sky. "Fuck Gerard you were good" I heard come from my right. My head rolled to the side, "well you were great yourself" I replied, chuckling.

After a while, we both sat up. I checked my watch and realised it was far too late and my brother - Mikey - would surely be worried about me if I didn't return home soon. I began to stand up when a firm hand gripped my wrist. "No" Frank let out "no don't go yet, I want to tell you something." I stared "Uh well, I uh, I think you're fucking amazing Gerard." I was flattered. Nobody had ever said that to me before. I was shocked, no words came from my mouth but Frank sensed this and continued, "Y'know we should hang out more often, uh, jam to some misfits and what not,what do you say?" Words finally found my throat and a quiet "yeah, that would be great frank" emerged from myself. "Thanks I guess, um, catch you later" I said as I got up and walked home with the biggest grin on my face. Today was a good day.