The collision of your kiss - Frerard
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Ongoing, First published Dec 18, 2016
Mature
Supernatural frerard fic? On this account? It's more likely than you'd think!

"Shit...shit... fucking SHIT!" He panicked as the sound of his parents running footsteps echoed from the hallway, he knew this was the last straw for them, what a shame that perfect Mr & Mrs Iero had to be born with a gay raging alcoholic for a son. What a fucking shame. 
  
  Frank Iero was a 19 year old high school drop out, every day seemed to play out the same way, he'd wake up at 3 pm, sneak out of the window at 5, get drunk out of his mind in a back alley with some random dude, hook up with him then steal his cigarettes. Only to spend the rest of his nights either passed out on the floor or punching some prick who thought he was a badass. After his decent from the high-life  he finds a  small out of the way town, cheap ass housing and even cheaper booze; but he never expected him. 
  
  A man of no more than 30 was staring at him, had he not been the most beautiful person in the world Frank might have minded; his face was almost completely covered by a mop of black shaggy black hair, his piercing eyes staring right into him, but at a blink the beautiful stranger was gone, but not forgotten.
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Just as I place my hand on the door handle, I feel something grab my leg. I look down and see a pair of beautiful, browny green eyes, full of sadness and despair, staring up at me, holding back tears. As one manages to escape his beautiful eyes and slowly roll its way down his soft, pale skin, I drop to my knees, head in hands. Gerard. It was Gerard.