Famous Last Words || FRERARD

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The two star-crossed...acquaintances continued to laugh and joke around, Frank slipping in a comment every once in a while and making the more intimidating of the two blush. It felt great having this little power over Gerard, seeing as Frank didn't have that. Ever. Being short didn't help; Also, being a helpless, gay-ass bitch with anxiety and confidence issues didn't help. Then again, that described Gerard as well. But Frank didn't need to know that.

The two had really grown to enjoy each other's company quickly, seeing as they had been nearly enemies very recently. They still had boundaries they couldn't cross, such as much physical contact of any kind, but they were okay with that. And Gerard knew not to pry about Frank's parents, as much as he wanted to know. He knew he wasn't going to get much farther than a "I don't wanna talk about it" with Frank and, based on the little information he had, Gerard had the feeling he didn't want to know.

At the moment this resumes, Frank and Gerard happened to be talking about Jigsaw when a knock came at the door.

"You...Fffffuckking fags, come out here." Frank froze, Gerard turning towards the door and sighing. "GET OUT HERE NOW."

"Stay here. He's just drunk again." Gerard whispered, motioning for Frank to stay as he walked outside slowly. He closed the door gently, leaving Frank alone to his own thoughts.

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"Now liiiisten here, boys," Mr. Way started, clutching a bottle of some random alcohol he'd undoubtedly bought on the way home from work. It was nearly half empty now. To be honest, Gerard thought his father would have finished more by now.

"We're listening, Dad." Gerard commented, shifting a bit in front of Mikey, who had also made the mistake of leaving his room. A sharp, clean noise sounded as the back of Donald Way's hand connected with Gerard's cheek. Mikey yelped, Gerard holding his hand behind his back for Mikey to squeeze. The younger brother always insisted on squeezing Gerard's hand when he was nervous, which quickly became all the time when their father made alcohol his best friend. The habit had lasted, and Gerard had the feeling it would last as long as they were together.

"d...DON'T TALK BACK." He stopped to snicker, his eyes half closed as he did so. "Now, I found some makeup in your room," Neither of them dared to ask which room, seeing as both of them wore makeup. Although both of them made sure he would never find it. It was probably in their parents room, where Mrs. Way kept her makeup out on display, but they made the wise choice to stay silent. "I don't want any gay sons, alright? No makeup. If I find any again, I'll give you a reason to cry your little faggy asses off."

"Yes, sir." The two brothers said in unison, their father lumbering off to god knows where. Mikey pulled Gerard into a hug quickly, the eldest rubbing the younger's back gently. They stood there for a moment or two before they parted ways, Mikey going back to texting his crush, who happened to be a male and Gerard going back to talking to his crush, who wasn't female either. Both said a silent prayer that their father would never find out.

Gerard entered the room to a hyperventilating Frank, who was hugging his knees in the corner.

"Frankie?" Gerard asked, walking over slowly and kneeling down next to his friend. The other didn't respond, only continued his jagged and labored breathing. "Okay. Can I have your hand, please?"

Frank offered his shaking hand, still trying to breathe as Gerard took it in his own. His eyes flickered around Gerard's face, trying to read the other's expression. He connected their fingertips, gently maintaining the small bit of contact while he took deep, audible breaths. "Breathe, Frankie. Breathe. It's going to be okay."

Frank's breath slowed a bit and his eyes stopped flickering, focusing on Gerard's eyes. And Frank could've sworn his heart stopped right there, as their eyes met and his breathing regulated. And oh my god were Gerard's lips getting closer? And oh my god was Gerard's hand on Frank's chest? And oh my god, Frank can't breathe again?

"What's on your chest?" Gerard asked, noticing Frank's lack of breath even though the other had visibly calmed down. Frank grew pale, looking down at his chest and back up at Gerard.

"N-Nothing. Why?"

"It's clearly not nothing, because then your chest wouldn't be flat." The air decided to leave Frank's lungs again as he struggled to breathe, motioning to his chest.

"A-Ace bandages." He managed to get out, clinging on to Gerard's hand for death life as he frantically tried to take his hoodie off. Gerard gently tugged the bottom of Frank's hoodie over the other's head, trying to ignore his discomfort. This was not how he imagined he'd finally get to undress Frank. The shorter of the two could've sworn he was blushing, but he really was paler than he should be as he struggled to get oxygen into his body. Gerard reached around Frank's back, feeling where the bandages ended and, with a nod, Gerard pulled the bandage end out and let the bandages loosen on their own. Frank took a deep breath as they began to fall off, Gerard getting the hint to turn away and let Frank finish. He ripped the cursed ace bandages off his chest, pulling his hoodie on very quickly.

"You're okay. I have my hoodie on now."

Gerard turned back around, worry plaguing his hazel eye; It looked natural, though, like it was born to be there. Frank didn't even know Gerard could worry. He sincerely thought 'Asshole' was Gerard's only setting.

And it probably was still, because all that was going through Gerard's head was 'Don't look at Frank's tits don't look at Frank's tits don't look at Frank's tits.'

"Okay now you're staring." Frank commented, crossing his arms over his very un-flat chest. He couldn't exactly blame Gerard, though. Without a binder, he was incredibly unflat. The universe had decided to bless this random teenager with big breasts, not caring that he was actually a he and hated them with a burning passion.

"S-Sorry." Gerard blushed like crazy, looking away. "I...uh...I probably have a bra around here if you need one."

"You're just making it worse." Frank replied, rolling his eyes. "I should probably leave anyway, before my mother goes all psychotic on me." Frank stood up, pushing by a still-blushing Gerard and stopped just before his open window. "Before I go, I gotta ask; Were you gonna kiss me back there?"

"I-I...Did you want me to?"

"Nope." With a smirk on his face, he ducked out the window and jumped on to the sidewalk, walking home with a pleased look for the first time in months.

Gerard was definitely fucked. 

(A/N)

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