A Compilation of Frerard Oneshots

My Brother's Boyfriend

He wanted to yell; to tell the whole world.

He wanted everyone to know.

Was it true though?

Did he actually?

Of course he did.

Gerard was pretty confident about his feelings towards Frank.

He knew how he felt.

He knew he was practically head over heels for him.

Gerard suspected he had fallen for Frank from the first moment he'd met him.

From the first time he'd opened the front door to see Frank Iero standing there.

"Um hi... Can I help you?" Were the first words Gerard had said.

"Oh yeah. Does um Mikey live here?" Frank had asked.

"Yeah, I'll get him for you."

Gerard looked Frank up and down.

He was certainly a sight to behold.

Even though he was a little shorter than the average man, he was pretty cool.

He had both piercings and tattoos covering his body.

His piercings consisted of earrings, a nose ring and a lip ring.

Gerard suddenly found himself wondering what it would be like to kiss someone with a lip ring.

He shook those thoughts away.

As for Frank's tattoos, from what Gerard could see, they covered his arms and part of his neck.

He also had some on his hands.

Frank raised an eyebrow when Gerard hadn't moved.

"Um... What's your name? Just so I can tell him who you are..." Gerard mentally facepalmed for sounding like a douche.

"Oh yeah sorry, it's Frank."

Gerard nodded and said, "I'm Gerard," before going to find his brother.

He stopped himself when he was two steps away from the front door.

He turned back to Frank.

"Would you like to come in?"

"Yeah sure, thanks," Frank smiled and came into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

"Just wait in there," Gerard gestured towards the living room.

"Okay."

Gerard headed for the kitchen to find his brother, Mikey, leaning against one of the counters, sipping some coffee.

"Hey, Gee, what's up?" Mikey took another long slurp.

"You have a visitor," Gerard poured himself a mug.

"Oh yeah?" Mikey frowned, "Who's that then?"

"Some guy called Frank."

Gerard thought about the guy in the next room.

He wanted to talk to him; to get to know him.

Even though he had no idea who the hell he was.

"Really?" Mikey's eyes lit up, "What time is it?"

Gerard checked the time on his phone.

"Nearly half eleven," He replied.

"Shit!" Mikey quickly downed the rest of his coffee and bolted out of the room.