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Dad Way and Daddy Way

"Dad?" Gerard calls, making his way to the kitchen. He bites his lip."What would you do if I were gay?"

Donald Way chuckles, washing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. "Why would it matter?"

Gerard sinks his teeth into the flesh a bit harder but then releases it. "Because Frank's father doesn't even know he's gay, and he's hard on him. If he knew, he would have Frank's fucking head on a stick!"

Donald glares at Gerard from over his shoulder. "Language, first off." Gerard goes pink and his dad turns around, leaning against the counter tiles. "And secondly, not everyone is as open minded as you, Gerard."

"I know!" Gerard struggles to get his words out. "It's just not fair."

Donald raises an eyebrow, closing the dishwasher and pats the empty spot above it. Gerard scrambles over and plops himself down on the tile. Donald turns to him all serious-like.

"Are you okay?" The seventeen year old wrings his hands and nods quickly, but his father wasn't buying it. Gerard sighs.

"Just... Frank's been flirting with me. A lot."

Donald raises his eyebrows, obviously surprised. "... Do you like him?"

Gerard just shrugs, because he has no fucking clue.

The older Way gives him a small smile. "If you like Frank, then you like Frank. If you're gay, you're gay. It makes no difference to me."

The seventeen year old makes a jerk hand movement. "But I still like girls!"

Donald shrugs and goes over the fridge in the kitchen. He throws the door open. "Okay, if you're bi, then you're bi. If you're straight, you're straight. Obviously, your mother wouldn't care, neither would Mikey. Frank definitely wouldn't care, that would be a bit hypocritical." He says, chuckling a bit to himself.

Gerard considers it. Could he be gay? He really didn't know what he felt anymore. Well... Other than complete and utter confusion.

"Stop thinking so hard, Gee." His dad gazes over at him from the fridge and Gerard relaxes a bit. "Now do you want mint-chocolate chip ice cream or rocky road?"

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Frank buses over to Gerard's dad's house. It was an hour ride from Belleville to Summit, Gerard feels bad but he's glad that Frank came. He really couldn't stop it anyway, not that he wanted to, seeing how all he got was a text saying I'M COMING OVER.

When Gerard whips open the door, he doesn't even recognize the fifteen year old. Rather than Frank's shaggy, curling over his ear's hair, it was short and bleach blond on the sides with a obsidian, choppy-cut Mohawk curling around his eye. Gerard feels bubbles rush up his stomach.

The seventeen year old goes to speak, opening his mouth and all, but Gerard was totally speechless.

"It's amazing, I know." Frank boasts, placing the top of his hand under his chin like a beauty queen. "Got 'er done yesterday."

"It looks... really good, oh my god!" Gerard grins ear to ear. "Totally punk rock."

Frank smiles like he knows what Gerard's telling him, but his cheeks light up pink. "Thank you, Gee." And he walks inside.

Frank knows his way around. Gerard goes to his dad's house every other weekend and at least once during that time, Frank pops up. He would bring little picnic baskets and backpacks full of new comics. Frank knew that Gerard's father was usually working and the seventeen year old's room was way outdated, only having Lego and a couple of novels. It always made Gerard happy.

"It's already eight thirty, and if I wanna get back by eleven I'll need to leave in an hour," Frank says, stomping up the stairs. Gerard trails behind him. Gerard bites his lip and races in front of Frank, opening his door for Frank. The fifteen year old giggles. "Very gentleman like Gerard."

Gerard smirks. "Thanks, but would it be gentleman life if I asked you to stay the night?"

Gerard knew how sexual that sounded but Frank knew he was only joking and he couldn't let him take the risk of being molested or mugged on the bus ride home. Frank turns a bit pink.

"Sorry," The younger one places himself down on Gerard's bed and looks up at him with batting eyelashes. "I don't fuck on the first date."

Gerard stammers a bit, choking backward. This scene was strangely appealing to Gerard. He didn't want to admit it, but Frank looked really fucking hot like that.

The seventeen year old shifts his eyes away from Frankie, in the fear of getting half-hard.

But he didn't like Frank! It was just sexy what he did, that's all. Not that he's for anything against gay people! He's just... Not.

Gerard needs to get his priorities in check.

He laughs though, sitting next to Frank. "No, but you only fuck tall, buff blonds."

Frank gasps, whipping a baby blue pillow at him. "Below the belt!"

Gerard giggles and covers his head with his arms. "Just how you like it!" He chokes out, laughing as Frank tackles him off the side of the bed. Gerard's pinned down under Frank and the fifteen year old was beating him with closed fists. Only playfully though.

"I thought you don't top, Frank!"

"I'm going to rip your balls off and shove them down your throat!"

"Oooh, you're into that, Frankie? Kinky."

"You're a dead man, Way!"

"Boys?"

Frank stops throwing elbows and freezes on top of Gerard. His face turns pink and Gerard gapes at his father. This totally wasn't what it looks like. His father places his back against the doorframe, crosses his arms and smirks.

Frank rolls off of the older one and giggles hysterically. "Hi, Mr. Way." He stutters out in between fits of laughter.

"Hello Frankie, are you staying the night?" Frank and Donald both look at Gerard. He nods his head and his father looks at him skeptically. Gerard gave him a look that said we'RE NOT FUCKING. Donald then smiles. "I'll get some extra blankets."

And Gerard's father walks away after that. Frank smiles real big, a stripe of red across his nose and cheeks. "I'll call my mom." And he practically skips out of the room.

Gerard flops over on to his bed. He was so confused.

He was so fucked.