Gerard's POV
After Ryan's parents came and picked him up Frank and I had resumed back to our normal hang out spot. We weren't exactly..uh..in the mood anymore.
At first, neither of us said anything. And I was okay with that.
When the bell rang was when I finally decided to speak.
"Do you still wanna come over?" I ask.
"Yeah..yeah that's cool," he says.
Thank god it's Friday and we don't have to come back to this hell-hole for a couple days.
We walk to the car and see Mikey already waiting outside it.
"You're bringing Frank again? Jesus, if I would've known that I would've stayed with Pete," he says sarcastically.
"Oh shut up," I say, getting in the drivers seat and unlocking the doors.
As soon as everyone is in I realize that Mikey needs to know what happened. I can't leave him completely in the dark.
"Mikey before we leave I need to tell you something," I say seriously.
"Am I in trouble?" He asks immediately, making me question what exactly he thought I was gonna ask him. But I don't push it any further.
"No no, I just wanted you to know that if Brendon and Ryan don't seem like themselves..it's because Dallon almost killed Ryan.."
"What!? Are you fucking serious!?"
"Yes, but don't worry. They arrested Dallon, he can't hurt any of us anymore. Ryan is okay, everything is okay," I say, and he seems to calm down at that.
"And to end this on a positive note.." I say, glancing over to Mikey. "Brendon and Ryan are soulmates."
"Oh my god!" He says, "that's amazing! I'm so happy for them!"
"Yeah, me too," I say, a smile on my face for the first time in the past hour.
"Me too."
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When we arrive at our house our dad isn't home. He's probably at work.
"Now listen, just because Dad isn't home doesn't mean y'all can jump each other upstairs. And don't think that I don't know who really left those marks on your neck," Mikey says with an all-knowing look.
I can feel a blush creeping up on my face as I say "we're not gonna fuck every time we're left alone, Jesus."
"Aww, we're not?" Frank asks jokingly.
"I mean..." I say, trailing off trying to make Mikey intentionally uncomfortable.
"Ew! Alright, you know what? I'm going to Pete's," he says, setting his book bag on the couch.
"Ooo get some Mikey!" Frank says jokingly.
He only rolls his eyes and walks out the door, locking it behind him.
"So you wanna watch a movie or-" I start to say, being cut off by Frank gently pinning my body against the door and kissing me passionately.
When he pulls away I look at him in his bright eyes and see no trace of lust, only passion.
"I can tell something is bothering you and I don't want you to be afraid to tell me," he says calmly.
I don't know why it always seems like he can read my thoughts. He always seems to know when something is wrong with me.
"It's stupid." I say simply. "I'm not ready to tell you yet. But I will be one day.."
He doesn't seem that pleased with my answer but he doesn't push further.
He grabs my wrist, leading me to the couch. He lays down on the couch and pulls me so I'm laying directly on top of him.
Its calming to hear his heart beat as I lay on his chest. He then does something unexpected and reaches down to mess with my hair. I don't mind it, not at all. It does make me relax and it feels really nice. However when my hair is messed with it tends to make me feel submissive. Like, really submissive.
I try not to let it impact me as he runs his fingers through my hair, flipping my hair so it goes the opposite way it normally would and then letting it fall back into place.
I had a feeling the only reason he was doing it was to see if it would have an affect on me, so I try my best not to let it. He'd definitely use it against me if he knew what it really did to me.
However, sometimes it's hard to fight it. This was one of those times.
As the seconds passed I could feel myself slipping deeper and deeper into sub space, my desire to please increasing.
I adjust myself so I'm hugging onto Frank tightly, almost as if he'd disappear if I let go.
As he continues messing with my hair a small whine escapes my throat before I can even stop it.
I feel Frank's hand immediately stop moving, he definitely heard it.
"Was that.. a whine I heard?" He asks teasingly. I bury myself into his chest further, hoping that maybe if I tried hard enough I'd disappear.
He sits up and maneuvers me so I'm sitting in his lap, facing him.
Out of instinct I place my hands behind my back and look Frank in the eyes, waiting for a command of some kind.
"Are you-" he says, trailing off. Almost as if he's thinking about what to ask.
"Does me touching your hair put you in sub space?" He asks, gripping my hips lightly, raising an eyebrow.
I only blush in response, burying my head further into his neck.
"Aw, you're so precious," he says sweetly, pulling me close to him and kissing me sweetly.
When he realizes my hands are still behind my back, he says "you can move your hands?"
I immediately move them so they're wrapped around Frank, making me feel a bit more comfortable.
"I'm not really in the mood for sex, but we can make out if you want?" He reasons.
I shake my head and latch myself onto him. I'm not really in the mood for sex either. I just wanna relax and cuddle.
"You just wanna cuddle?" He asks, almost as if he's reading my mind.
I simply nod.
He lays back down on the couch and I position myself on top of him, further up on his body then before, resting my head in the crook of his neck and closing my eyes contently.
I could get used to this
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I'll Never Let Them Hurt You - Frerard -
Fanfiction(Completed) Men are born with keys on chains around their necks and women are born with locks. Your soulmate has the key to your lock, or vice versa. Which is why it's strange when Gerard Way is born with a lock instead of a key.
