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Give Me a Kiss!

A week later, Gerard runs up the steps of the Iero's front porch. He knocks frantically, trying to get anyone to answer. Frank had sent him an SOS text a couple of minutes ago and the seventeen-year-old dropped everything and headed over, which was just next door but still, Gerard's shoes were slipping off.

It takes a couple of minutes until someone opens the door. It's Mrs. Iero, seeming to be extremely surprised. She had bright red lipstick coating her lips and a deep purple, velvety looking coat. Her hands were covered by silky gloves and pearls on her arms. She doesn't seem to recognize Gerard at first, but when she does, she engulfs him in a hug.

"Gerard, boy, nice to see you." She says, words laced by her Italian accent. Mrs. Iero pulls back and gives a huge grin. "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages! How is your mother, dear?"

Gerard blushes a bit and dips his head. "She's well, she's been gardening a lot. So like, you wanna see her just holler over the fence."

Linda laughs loudly, making the seventeen-year old's body ease from pressure. He even smiled a bit."I will do that. Actually, I have these flower pots that would look absolutely wonderful in-"

"Linda!" A man screams from the other room, so loud and angry Gerard jumps a bit.

Mrs. Iero frowns. "Yes, Frank?"

Mr. Iero comes stomping in. "We had to leave five minutes ago, who's at the Goddamn door?" He shouts with enraged tone. His face is all wrinkled and red from the scold he was making and when he saw Gerard, there was a flicker of disgust. Gerard blanched. But Mr. Iero looked at his wife and then put on a smile so fake it looked like he drew it on with a crayon.

"Hello, Gerard." Mr. Iero said his name funny like he lost a presidential election to the older man like he was above him. It sorta made Gerard's blood boil.

"Hi, sir," Gerard says politely. He looks at the man's fancy attire. He was in a black suit with a dark purple tie cut to a straight line at the bottom. The outfit looked expensive- he looked expensive. "I came by because Frank texted me-"

His face changed again, on of frustration. "Yes, that boy." He sneers. "Have you seen what he's done to his hair? Absolute madness. Without anyone's permission! Complete disrespect. His poor mother nearly passed out when she saw it, right Linda?" He gestures his wife to support him, and she poorly nods. He continues his rant. "And we were supposed to in the car by now, where is the boy. He's lucky if I don't go up there and slap him silly."

Mrs. Iero gasps. "Frank! You would never," She hits her husband's chest with her purse. "Let's just go to the car. Gerard, could you please go get Frank for us, he'll listen to you."

Gerard nearly sighs with relief, but holds it in and nods. "Of course, Linda." And he breaks away from the two with a nod.

"What a nice boy, exactly what Frank needs." He overhears the hushed Linda say as he walks up the stairs. He nearly falls down them.

"No son of mine will be a fag." He thinks that's what Frank's dad muttered but he could be wrong. It probably wasn't far off though.

Gerard hits the top of the stairs and walks to the end of the hallway when he knew Frank's room was. He knocks, then opens it without hearing a response. Frank's room was all white with a bed in the middle. He had a single bedside table and a closet to his left. It had a small tv in front of the bed, the only pop of color in the room. Gerard knew Frank's parents don't let him do anything creative with his room.

"Frank?" Gerard calls, peaking his head in the door. Just as he says it, he feels small arms wrap around his torso. He jumps a bit and whips around. Once around, Frank- well, all he could really see was the hair so he hopes it's Frank- cuddles his face into Gerard's chest.

"Took you long enough, Gee." Yup, it's Frank. He looks up and smiles, blushes and lets go.

Gerard smiles. "Well, sorry! Your parents were talking to me downstairs. They're in the car, you better hurry up." He says. "What did you need, man?"

Frank snickers, walking into his bedroom. "How do I look?"

Gerard looks Frank up and down. He's wearing the shirt they bought together, tucked into a pair of skinny jeans that hugged all the right places. He wore a pair of off-black, dirty Converses that squeaked as he walked. His hair was still black and bleach, not spiked up but roughed up. He did a little spin for Gerard, and Gerard got a great glimpse of his ass in tight fucking jeans. Fucking hell. Fucking gorgeous.

Gerard's mouth doesn't move until Frank's looking at him with a concerned face. "Gerard?"

He snaps out of it real quick. "Uh, you look..." He trails off, he doesn't even know where to start. Frank's eyes are pleading like he needs to know. Gerard feels his tongue go all doughy. "Fucking gorgeous, dude."

Gerard can't believe those words left his lips and according to Frank's face, neither could he. He stands there a bit shocked, but he shakes it off and leaps on to Gerard. The fifteen-year-old wraps his arms around the taller boy and hugs him tight. Gerard immediately hugs him back.

"Thank you, Gerard." Frank whispers in Gerard's neck and he gets shivers.

"No problem, Frankie." Gerard replies and releases him. "I think you needa go now, though." Frank nods. The seventeen-year-old's hand is gripped by Frank's and he drags him downstairs with a giggle. Gerard is glad Frank wasn't looking at him considering the fact his face was bright red.

They make it outside the front door and he locks it. Frank's dad beeps the horn a couple of times to make it known that he didn't want to wait any longer.

"Have fun, okay? It's Saturday so come by afterward." Gerard gives a half smirk, playfully messing up his hair. Frank grins.

"Okay!" He exclaims, propping himself up on his toes to kiss Gerard's cheek. He lingers there for half a second and then he skips off to his parent's car. His mother looks like she giggles and his father has his mouth open in disgust and doesn't make eye contact with his son when he got in. They drove off quickly.

Gerard stands there dumbfounded, even five minutes after they left. He puts his hand to his cheek, exactly where the fifteen-year-old kissed him. It tingled.

He walks off the Iero's porch when he finally learns to walk again.