Random Frerard Fluff [ONE SHOTS] [COMPLETED]

Kind Of

adult content??? who knows, buuut
dere's a lil of dat dere awk asf smut down dere so

AU FIC

"I think you're gay," Frank said to his cousin's bathroom mirror, running a callous hand down his face.

Let's face it: Frank kind of had a (tiny) crush on that cute new guy in the year above him. It was quite problematic, really, because Frank was kind of supposed to be straight, he kind of had a girlfriend, and a lot of the people he surrounded himself with were kind of homophobic. Frank was also kind of popular, which was not exactly a positive in his, well, situation.

He found himself becoming progressively more confused as the months of hesitant staring and guilty crush-stalking flew by, though Frank knew that questioning his sexuality was a perfectly normal experience to undergo. It was more that the whole new 'liking guys' phenomena was dropping tons of weight loads of stress upon him each time he dared to give the issue any thought, and Frank still couldn't bear to relieve this stress by getting off to the image of a male.

So Frank simply postponed his hormonal desires, as difficult as it was, restraining his right hand from crawling past the waistband of his boxer briefs whenever he woke from a provocative dream with an especially irritating hard on.

Frank's confusion probably wasn't aided by the devout Christian views of his mother, either, and her opinions on the sinfulness of any sexual encounter between two men - no matter how much Frank wished her to think differently. It wasn't that Frank didn't love his mother; she was a good, caring mother; but considering that he was gay in a homophobic household, Frank couldn't help but distance himself from her for a few weeks at least.

Aside from his mother, Frank still had  to deal with his girlfriend, Rachel, too. She was quite a pretty girl, with straight brown hair to her waist and chocolate eyes to match. She had an accumulation of what may have been illegal tattoos trailing up her hips, and sometimes Frank could see them when she was in one of her more chirpy moods - when the fabric of her shirt would ride up a little to reveal a small slither of her flat stomach. He often caught himself staring at them - the colorfully inked butterflies - and she'd almost never notice, as she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet; eagerly listing her new favourite bands of the week.

That bright and jumpy side of Rachel Greenberg was Frank's most favourite thing about her, and her constant babbling and endearing enthusiasm served to add to the strange, friendly adoration he felt towards her.

Although, Frank liked all of Rachel in general, he really did - with her ear spikes and snake bites - but he just didn't feel that spark of interest that he initially had when he first laid eyes on her. Call him gay, but maybe it was simply because she didn't have a dick, and because Frank knew now that he shamelessly wanted it up the ass. But maybe it was also because he wanted the personality of someone completely different included in the package, someone new: someone not Rachel. Frank was comfortable with Rachel - he'd known her for years - but Frank was one to hunt for a challenge, something to take him out of his comfort zone, and maybe his girlfriend was simply too simple for that. He supposed she'd always be gorgeous to him, even if she didn't attract him sexually, but Frank knew that she deserved someone better to appreciate her beauty; someone who could love her properly, instead of a teenage boy who was hiding from his apparent homosexuality.

He told her all of this in a rush (skipping the raw details about his lust for homoerotica), barely breaking between sentences to take a breath.

"So, us... we're... over? This is actually happening?" Rachel remarked, in more of a statement than a question, as Frank finished with a sigh and a tired hand through his hair. Her rough voice was shaking with a mixture hurt, amusement, and annoyance - teetering on the edge of disappointment - as her knowing smile wavered. "Why'd you never come out? You know I would've supported you," she said, her smile drooping into a sad one.