Toxic- frerard

Nine

As much as Frank didn't want to, he had to return to New Jersey. Hacking into Bert McCracken's documents was something Ray has been attempting to do for nearly a decade, and it'd finally happened.

In all honesty, Frank didn't trust it.

It seemed too easy, too out of no where. Almost as if it was planned by Bert. Maybe he wanted Frank to see the documents to lead him in the wrong direction.

What if Pete had just told Frank they got into the files just to make him come home? Something seemed off, and Frank didn't like it.

The worst part however, was the fact Gerard was picking up on Franks anxiety. He'd constantly ask what was bothering the man, and Frank really didn't have it in him to accumulate some bullshit story.

He'd just tell his boyfriend that it didn't matter, he just needed to be home to sort it all out. Although confused, Gerard understood that Frank was a business owner and needed to be there if something went wrong.

Gerard couldn't help but over think in this situation as well. He was scared it was somehow his fault. He thought that maybe Frank spent too much money on him while in Venice and it'd made the whole business go down.

The plane ride back was pretty silent, other than Franks constant tapping on the arm rest.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Gerard asked his boyfriend, Intertwining his hand with Franks.

"It's nothing for you to worry about." Frank reassured, kissing Gerards head.

There was only 20 minutes of the flight left yet it felt like a life time. Frank just needed to know what was on the blueprints so that he could plan what to do next.

"Can I stay at yours tonight?" The redhead asked hopefully, breaking Frank from his thoughts.

Frank thought about the stress levels that would be occurring in his house and that it'd most likely be difficult to hide what was happening from Gerard. But at the same time, he thought about how empty his bed would feel without Gerard and how he really couldn't say no to the pretty boy.

"You could move in and I wouldn't mind." Frank smiled, wrapping his arm around his favourite boy.

The plane began its descent into Jersey, and Gerard couldn't help but frown at the familiar state. It really was nothing like Venice. Venice was filled with tranquil water, pretty boats and sweet people whereas New Jersey was just an abundance of lakes with dead bodies in them, litter and crack heads.

Gerard didn't really mind though, he just knew he wanted to be with Frank and it didn't really matter where.

Much to Franks dismay, Andy decided to pick the couple up from the airport. As much as he loved it at times, Frank really could not deal with Andy's inability to keep his mouth shut at the minute.

"Didn't think you could escape for more than a couple days did you, Iero?" Andy asked with a laugh as he began the drive.

Frank sensed Gerards awkwardness. He couldn't help but think that it was ironic that he was a stripper that had little to none people skills.

"I should have known tweedle dee and tweedle dum couldn't handle being left alone for a week." Frank spoke with an eye roll.

"Hey, Gee." Andy smiled from the front seat, causing Gerard to blush slightly.

"Hello." Gerard spoke quietly. Andy was a pretty intimidating person, he had no filter and seemed like he could definitely do some damage if you got on the wrong side of him.

"Oh don't be so awkward. I mean I know I saw you strip on stage and everything but-"

"Andy!" Frank gasped, as Gerard's blush grew harder at the memory that Franks best friends had pretty much saw him naked.