Delinquent [20/24]
Delinquent [20/24] by all_tattooed
Frank/Gerard [NC-17 - language, violence, crime, mentions of drugs & alcohol, sex ...etc.]
RPS. Don't know. Don't own. No harm intended.
~4631 words.
Summary: When Frank goes to Juvy, his counselor reforms him in a questionable manner.
Thanks to skelterellax for beta'ing. xo
Dedications: saint_sorrows
Con-Crit welcome. Comments are nice.
Extra 2
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Chapter 20
It was a strange feeling Frank got, Monday lunchtime when Bob walked out to the yards with a bright smile and crazy, sweet look in his eyes, and told his friends that he’d just spoken to his parents for what was probably the first time in a year or more. It made him smile in return, and forget for a moment that he was surrounded by a wire fence, because obviously it wasn’t something Bob was too concerned about right then and it was nice to notice that, nice to realize that somehow Gerard was helping even when he wasn’t around.
Last week, when Gerard told Frank not to bother coming to their Thursday morning session, it had put Frank off a little, his brows furrowing as he asked the older man, ‘why?’ but Gerard had just kind of smirked and shrugged, picking up a hole punch from his desk, apparently finding it rather interesting, and Frank pretty much got the point. So, he hadn’t seen his counselor in nearly five days, and originally thinking it would be a long and painful weekend, Frank was a little surprised that he hadn’t been thinking about Gerard as much as he was expecting to, or maybe, even thinking that was a huge contradiction on his part.
Mark had told Frank earlier this morning that his session for today with Mr. Way was shifted to after lunch because he had some other things that needed tending to first. It was at this point Frank was starting to become annoyed, if not a little suspicious, -a part of him feeling like maybe Gerard was avoiding him for some reason, so he was huffing quietly to himself while he was getting dressed for the day, and Jeph must have noticed because he had just told him to stop being an idiot, which quickly made Frank see that he was acting a bit like a dick again.
If there was anything Frank had to hold suspicion against Gerard about, it was the fact that despite the gravity of the situation he had put Pete through, then the little emotional scene he had organized for Bob, the man was still managing to be a complete fruit loop, and Frank discovered this when he walked into Gerard’s office to find him sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of a mat with the image of a town stitched into it and little plastic cars ‘parked’ on the streets.
After Frank quietly closed the door behind himself, he just kind of stood there, unsure, and trying to soak in the picture of a man who is apparently seven or so years older than himself hunched around a pile of toys and seemingly engrossed in trying to make sure everything was set up in its correct position. Gerard must not have noticed Frank’s entrance since he hadn’t said anything nor turned to face the door, so Frank didn’t really want to spoil the moment either. He just leant himself against the wall, mostly staring at the way the tips of his counselor’s dark hair fell on his shoulders, but then he couldn’t help to laugh a little when Gerard shook his head slightly, and said, “I want that one”, picking up one of the cars and moving it.
Gerard flinched almost unnoticeably and turned to Frank, smiling and said, “Oh, hey. You’re here.”
“I am.” Frank smiled back, prying himself from the wall and stepping around the mat to sit opposite his counselor.
They didn’t say anything for a moment, both of them passing looks between each other and the mat in the middle. Frank didn’t really know what to make of it. More than wanting to know what they were supposed to be doing with it, he wanted to know where Gerard even got the damn thing in the first place. He remembers having one almost exactly the same in his bedroom at his Aunt’s place when he was a kid, but he didn’t play with it too often because it confused him and he wasn’t fond of obeying the road rules.
“This is cool, right?” Gerard suddenly asked, sounding a little doubtful.
Frank nodded half-heartedly, picking up one of the cars and bringing it closer to his face to have a look at. It wasn’t anything special, not like, a collector’s item or anything. It was dark blue with sliver stripes down the bonnet, no name, no sporty letters, and pretty tattered looking. Frank figured Gerard had either had it for a long time, brought it from a cheap shop, or stole it from a child. So, he asked, “Where did you get this stuff, Gee?”
“Oh, it’s all Mikey’s. I picked it up from my mom’s place yesterday.”
Frank nodded again, placing the car back down. “Cool...” He looked up at Gerard squinting slightly and trying not to smile. “...why’d you bring it?”
Gerard pulled a face that just had Frank thinking ‘okay’ slow and loud in his head, then Gerard said, “We’re going to play with it” like it was totally fucking obvious, which it really was but...
“What?” Gerard started again, somewhat shocked at Frank lack of instant enthusiasm. “You don’t want to?”
Frank blinked at him, not really sure if he had an answer to that. It wasn’t only because they were seriously sitting down in front of a kid’s game, it was also that Gerard didn’t even look or sound like he was kidding ...like, Gerard honestly didn’t find it weird or random at all. Frank found it both of those things, and then he found himself fiddling with that same toy car again, smiling slightly because Gerard was still waiting for his answer and he thought that was kind of cute.
“I just ...well,” Frank was pretty much stuttering. He didn’t want to laugh because he knew somehow Gerard would make him feel guilty if he did with some touching childhood story or something, so he just kept trying, “I mean, yeah. Sure. Sure ...I wanna play.” He looked directly at his counselor, smiled again, and shifted, placing the car back down in its original spot.
Gerard smiled, clapped once and gave a little ‘yes’, but with that, Frank just couldn’t hold back his laugh, and it came out suddenly with a sharp breath and a snort, which made Gerard start laughing with him, or at him, Frank wasn’t too sure.
Through his laughter, Frank managed a small, “You just look so stupid”, and Gerard went silent when he heard that, then told him,
“You just snorted, Frank” sounding completely monotonous. Frank stopped laughing and sighed under his breath, then Gerard said, “We’re going to play Grand Theft Auto ...Carpet, but I want a billion kisses from you first.”
Frank didn’t really have time to react, Gerard was already leaning across the space between them, hand gripping the collar of Frank’s shirt and pressing their mouths together. Frank was still for a moment before he had any brain activity to actually kiss back, but soon after, Gerard pulled away and sat back down at his side of the mat, then said, “Plus, I want to talk to you about something”.
“What? Is it bad?” Frank asked at once, because Gerard wasn’t even looking at him when he said it and somehow that was worrying.
“No. Well, I don’t know. I hope not.”
“If it’s about what you did to Pete, I already know. He told us. You’re such a douche.” Frank smiled a little to himself. Of course he would admit it was funny, despite how distraught Pete seemed to be when he arrived back from his trip, but that was probably why it was so amusing in the first place. Frank was pretty sure no one had ever given Pete a taste of his own medicine before, mostly because he was entirely capable of scaring the shit out of a person if they ever tried to, or they simply didn’t care enough to bother with him at all. However, Gerard clearly wasn’t scared and did care enough, it was just the way in which he chose to show that was dangerous and insane.
“No, it’s not about Pete ...or Bob, so, you don’t need to ask me that either,” Gerard said, placing a tiny Lego figurine in Frank’s hand.
Frank looked down at it, eyebrows furrowed. “What’s this for?”
“That’s you,” Gerard told him, then holding up one of his own. “This is me.”
Frank glanced up briefly, then back down and started playing with the little figure, bending its arms and legs, and twisting its head in full circles before he looked back up again, and said, “How come I have the one with red hair? I want to use yours. He looks better.”
Gerard scoffed, holding up a hand. “Because you have brown hair, which is closer to red than black. My hair is black, so I have the black-haired one.” Frank just pulled a sulky face because, so what? “Don’t even whine about it, Frank. It makes perfect sense.”
Frank couldn’t see the sense in it at all. He still couldn’t even see the sense in what they were supposed to be doing. He knew it wasn’t as if they would be doing anything anymore exciting anyway, but fuck, this was just ridiculous. Why couldn’t they just sit around and talk like normal people? Why did Gerard always want to do something odd and questionable? Frank could see the humor in how bothered he was, in how much he was thinking about it and just how much Gerard was causing him to become weirded out, and it made him consider that Gerard was probably doing it on purpose, which was kind of funny as well, so Frank just laughed softly to himself and asked, “Can I choose my own car then?”
Gerard smirked, and Frank kind of wanted to just kiss him again, but then Gerard said, “Sure ...then I’ll explain the rules.”
Frank smiled back at him and nodded, picking up that blue and silver car he was checking out before whilst mumbling about that being the one he wants, then he asked his counselor, “Okay, what’re the rules?”
Gerard’s eyes lit up childishly as he shuffled around on the spot, re-crossing his legs, and tucking the whips of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes behind his ears ...and Frank just had to watch, -a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, because he’s pretty sure that that one movement alone could have him falling for Gerard all over again.
“You’re not even real,” He said suddenly and almost in a whisper, causing Gerard to look up at him confusedly and say, “What?”
“Nothing.” Frank smiled, waving his hand a little to brush it off. He didn’t really want to repeat that. He thought maybe Gerard wouldn’t understand what he was trying to say, and he was certain that it had no explanation anyway.
“Okay, so basically you have to steal as many of the toy cars on the mat as you can without getting caught,” Gerard said, pointing out all the scattered cars on the town rug, and Frank’s eyes just followed his fingers and he listened intently as Gerard continued again. “Each car has a destination. I have a list,” He paused and picked up a piece of paper to show Frank, which Frank then attempted to snatch from him to take a look for himself, but Gerard pulled it away quickly, giving him a look. “I’ll tell you where the car needs to go when you choose it, okay?”
Frank nodded, saying, “Okay” and Gerard just nodded back.
“I’m the Police, so, it’s my job to stop you-”
“-How come you’re the Police? Can’t I be the cops and you be the thief?” Frank asked, cutting Gerard off and complaining for a second time. Although Frank liked to think his counselor’s game was stupid, he couldn’t help being interested to play it and mostly because the stupid part was what was making it fun.
Gerard rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically and repeatedly poking Frank in the knee, as he told him, “No, Frank. I’m the Police. This is you’re lesson not mine-”
Frank brushed Gerard’s hand away irritably, stopping him mid-sentence again to say, “-I thought it was just going to be a game.”
“It’s a lesson-game, okay. Will you just shush for like two fucking seconds?”
Frank just raised his eyebrows and folded his arms, making himself look about five years old and then Gerard continued. “Thank you. ‘Kay, you have to say what car you plan on stealing and I’ll tell you where you need to get it too on the mat. You then have five seconds head start before the cops …me, come after you. With me so far?”
Frank gave him a nod whilst eyeing the entire mat, trying to memorize where everything is at.
“Good. So, rules are; you have to have your Lego man touching the car you’re stealing, and you can only have one finger on the car to move it. If the Lego man falls out of your hand or off the car, you have to start again. If the car leaves the road, you turn down a one-way street, or are driving on the wrong side of the road, you have to start again, and if you’re not making proper car noises, you have to start again.”
“Proper car noises?” Frank questioned, looking up at Gerard and seriously wondering if he was a complete moron, or only half.
“Yeah. Y’know, like…” Gerard starts making what are supposed to be proper car noises, and Frank has to give him credit for precision, but then Gerard stops and tells Frank to try it, like, practice for a bit. So, Frank does, but he’s not as good as Gerard …yet, which doesn’t matter apparently, because Gerard just shrugs it off and tells Frank that it’s good enough and that he himself has had more practice.
While Frank’s pondering over which car he wants to steal first, he’s also thinking about why he’s doing this because Gerard hasn’t really offered any kind of explanation, but still, he doesn’t care too much. It’s funny, he supposes, if he doesn’t actually think about it. A part of him is also thinking about why Gerard is dressed how he is today. He hasn’t really studied the man’s attire too hard, but he still took notice that compared to the usual jeans and button down shirt Gerard wears, he’s looking rather more formal today, and Frank wonders why that is. He does like it however. Gerard looks particularly attractive, what, with his black pants, white dress shirt, and vest. He looks smart, yet just cute, probably because he’s wearing Converse with what would otherwise be classed as business apparel.
When he’s made his decision, Frank realizes he’s not actually going to need his own car to play this game, so he inwardly curses Gerard for kind of tricking him as he places it back where he found it, and indicates to another car on the mat, then announces, “Okay, I’m gonna go for that one …with the red.”
Gerard nods, looks at his sheet of paper, and says, “You need to get to the park” then pulls out another car, seemingly for nowhere, and Frank laughs straight away because a cop car? Fucking awesome!
“You have a Police car. That’s pretty sweet.” Frank tells him.
Gerard shrugs. “Well, this is serious. Shit has to be legit.”
“Oh, is that why you’re dressed up today too?”
“What?” Gerard’s brow furrows and Frank just indicate to him, so Gerard looks himself over then half nods. “No. I like this. Sometimes I just want to look nice.” He smiles sarcastically.
“You look nice in what you usually wear,” Frank tells him, because it’s true.
“Flattery will get you nowhere, Frank. Please steal the car now.”
Frank does some awkward smile/shrug/roll-eye thing, because fuck off, Gerard is so flattered right now. He puts a finger on the car then goes to move it and Gerard flips an egg timer that he probably just made appear because he’s magic now or something, but it confuses Frank because he didn’t know he was going to be timed, so now Gerard is just cheating.
“I have a time limit?” Frank asks, borderline incredulous.
“Yeah, so hurry up. I can hear the sirens already,” Gerard says, then makes soft wailing noises.
This hurries Frank up and he starts pushing the car along the roads on the mat again, but he’s forgetting to make proper car noises, and his finger keeps slipping because it’s hard to make wheels turn on carpet.
“Frankie, noises. You have to make the noises.”
“Oh, shit.” Frank shakes his head a little then proceeds with the noises. He’s almost around the first corner onto the main road, and he’s being careful not to crash into things on the sidewalks because he knows Gerard will makes him start again.
Only a second later, the Police ‘sirens’ get louder and Gerard’s got his car racing around after Frank, and Frank doesn’t know how because, fuck, this is just a game right? But he’s a little panicked …Gerard’s going to get him if he doesn’t hurry. The park he needs to get to is about a block away, but his red-haired Lego man is slipping, and this car is slow as fuck. Everything feels quite hectic because Frank’s proper car noises are getting louder as he becomes more and more determined, and the Police ‘sirens’ and getting louder too, which means Gerard is getting closer, but Frank doesn’t have time to look back; he’s almost there.
Just as he reaches the last turn, he sees Gerard’s hand and the little white and blue cop car come screeching -because Gerard added screeching sounds, up the other end of the road, and now he’s laughing through his own car noise, and Gerard starting to laugh too, but he makes it to the park, just as the cops do too, so he counts it as a win when his car goes into the pond because even if he gets caught now, he still did the job.
“Yes!” Frank cries, pumping a fist for his accomplishment.
“Well done, Frankie. You parked in the pond.” Gerard smiled, glanced at the timer, then back to Frank. “With about thirty seconds to spare.”
Frank shrugged. “I’m experienced.”
“I saw Bert on Friday,” Gerard then said, and Frank’s entire body fell blank. He wasn’t really thinking about anything, except if he just heard that right or not. “We went out for coffee because he asked me to the other week. I wasn’t going to but, I kinda wanted to hear what he had to say for himself.”
Frank’s head felt like it was full with water, and the muscles in his cheeks felt tight, like, he was pulling some sort of face, or maybe he wasn’t pulling one at all and was just feeling heavy instead, either way, he couldn’t tell what he looked like right now because he wasn’t even sure what he was thinking. He was half expecting Gerard to ask if he was okay or something because he wasn’t certain, but he may have stopped breathing too. He starts to think that maybe his reaction wouldn’t have been so impassive if Gerard hadn’t come out and said what he did so suddenly, but he did, and now Frank’s just sitting on the floor all pokerfaced because, what’s he supposed to say back to that? Then he came up with something.
“And what did he have to say for himself?”
Gerard shrugged a little, which made Frank curious as to whether or not he was actually going to answer that truthfully, so once again he felt like he didn’t know Gerard enough despite everything, if everything was even that much anyway. “He basically said sorry, I guess. Apparently, he was in the station for six hours or something before he even spoke. Cops said they had some sort of evidence, which was bullshit, but Bert fell for it and that doesn’t surprise me, but…” Gerard took a deep breath, and Frank was still just staring blankly at him, but then Gerard looked up, his lips were still slightly parted like he wasn’t sure how to finish what he was saying, or maybe he was finished and was just waiting for something else to come out, but not quite sure what.
Frank was kind of nodding, but he hadn’t noticed he was doing so. Almost his entire body was going into the movement. He was just sitting there swaying within himself, mindlessly biting at his lip ring and somewhat shocked that he wasn’t really feeling that angry, just …confused?
Gerard starts shuffling across the rug, and Frank thinks for a split second that maybe he should tell Gerard not to touch him until he explains himself a little more. Because, as far as Frank’s concerned, even if their relationship remains nameless that doesn’t mean it’s okay for Gerard to just go and hang out with his ex, who is apparently a liar, sneak, and asshole over the phone. But then, Frank can feel his counselor’s hand take his own, and their knees are only just touching like a subconscious reaction to the uncertainty. Frank kind of wishes Jeph was here right now, just so he could instruct Frank on how to reply because Gerard is obviously telling him this because he trusts him or something. Frank hates himself for thinking so lamely, but maybe Gerard has a little faith in him, so he doesn’t want to fuck this up by flipping out like he always does.
Frank hadn’t even noticed Gerard was kissing softly at his mouth. He was still trying to figure out if he cared or not, and he was also a little distracted by that cotton candy scent Gerard always has, like sugar and fresh warm air, then he just starts kissing back, pressing their mouths together and mostly forgetting that he has some sort of right to be a bit mad. One of Gerard’s hands travel up Frank’s arm until it’s curled up around the side of his neck and the kiss deepens, their mouths opening together, and tongues just slide along the tip of each other’s.
All Frank can think now is ‘fuck’ because he really missed this, and that’s really all that matters. Gerard’s nose is rested against the side of his own and it keeps rubbing against his nose ring, causing it to turn and making his skin tickle like he’s about to sneeze. He shifts a little, uncrossing his legs underneath Gerard, and Gerard starts moving too as their breathes become a little heavier, then Frank is slowly letting himself lie down and Gerard is practically hovering over the top of him, his face dipping to the crook of Frank’s neck to kiss at his skin and then his collarbone.
Frank runs a hand through his counselor’s hair and has about a million fleeting thoughts at once, the only ones standing out being how much he’d hate it if Gerard ever cut his hair, and also that he kind of wants to tell him that he thinks he loves him a bit, or maybe a bit more than that. But he ignores that soon enough because Gerard’s lips are back on his own and his fingers are fiddling with Frank’s jeans until the button pops open then his hands down his pants and wrapped around his dick, and Frank can’t do anything other than arch his back and make a small struggled noise in the back of his throat at just how fucking good it feels.
Gerard’s thumb rubs over the slit of Frank’s dick and he instantly just thinks ‘fuck this’ out loud in his head and starts undoing Gerard’s pants as well because he can feel his pre-come all slick and making him extra sensitive, but somehow it’s still not enough contact and Frank knows he needs to feel more than Gerard’s hand right now. Their mouths come apart for a moment as Gerard lifts himself a little to let Frank push his pants past his hips, and then there’s a slight bang that makes Frank jolt because holy fuck, if someone is about to walk in right now he might just kill them, but Gerard just smirks down at him, grinding their crotches together and says, “My foot’s against the door” which is reassuring because Frank still can’t really believe Gerard is actually doing this in his office.
Gerard manages to wriggle Frank’s jeans down further and they start kissing again, everything going fuzzy white and messy, and Frank can feel his orgasm building already as Gerard continues rubbing up hard against him. He’s making these little sounds, like sharp breaths mixed with sighs and it makes Frank want to kick his jeans all the way off so he can wrap his legs around Gerard’s hips because he wants to hear more and more of them, but he can’t. He know this is supposed to be quick and it fucking will be because Gerard dick feels so good grinding against his own that his muscles are already going like jelly and the pressure in the pit of his stomach is only spreading.
Frank can’t help but to suddenly laugh softly because no matter how many times he thinks about it, he still finds it funny that this is supposed to be counseling, but then he can hear Gerard moaning low and choppily with each up and down movement he makes, and Frank’s eyes fall closed and he’s coming too, probably all over the bottom of Gerard dress shirt, but that doesn’t matter because it’s most likely on his own clothes as well.
Gerard is only half moving now, like he’s just trying to ride the lasts of it out but doesn’t actually want it to end, then he presses his lips to Frank’s, hard and unmoving before he rolls of off him and his foot bangs against the door again. They lay in silence for a moment, just breathing really heavily. Frank’s pretty sure that that was the fastest hump ever and he thinks Gerard is probably thinking the same thing. He doesn’t quite know how they managed to go from almost getting into a conversation about something serious to panting half naked on the floor, but then he realizes that it doesn’t even matter, that it didn’t really bother him in the first place. It was just the shock of finding out so unexpectedly.
“I told him about you,” Gerard then said, craning his neck to face Frank.
Frank looks back at him, smiling a little as he starts doing his pants up. “Did you tell him my name?”
Gerard shook his head softly, turning back. “No. It’s none of his business. I just said I was seeing someone.”
Frank decides he likes that term. He’s happy with that. “Are you gonna keep talkin’ to him and stuff?”
“No way.”
Frank laughs a little because Gerard sounded like the idea of that was completely absurd, and he leans over and kisses Gerard’s cheek before standing up and asking, “So was there actually a point of this car game then?”
Gerard smiles, fixes his pants and sits up. “No. I tried to think of something really cryptic and genius, but I couldn’t. I figured we’d still play anyway.”
“You’re an idiot. I got to go.” Frank leans down and gives Gerard another quick kiss, then Gerard says,
“Bye, baby” and Frank’s stomach does this weird flip thing because, yeah, totally in love.
Chapter 21
Frank/Gerard [NC-17 - language, violence, crime, mentions of drugs & alcohol, sex ...etc.]
RPS. Don't know. Don't own. No harm intended.
~4631 words.
Summary: When Frank goes to Juvy, his counselor reforms him in a questionable manner.
Thanks to skelterellax for beta'ing. xo
Dedications: saint_sorrows
Con-Crit welcome. Comments are nice.
Extra 2
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Chapter 20
It was a strange feeling Frank got, Monday lunchtime when Bob walked out to the yards with a bright smile and crazy, sweet look in his eyes, and told his friends that he’d just spoken to his parents for what was probably the first time in a year or more. It made him smile in return, and forget for a moment that he was surrounded by a wire fence, because obviously it wasn’t something Bob was too concerned about right then and it was nice to notice that, nice to realize that somehow Gerard was helping even when he wasn’t around.
Last week, when Gerard told Frank not to bother coming to their Thursday morning session, it had put Frank off a little, his brows furrowing as he asked the older man, ‘why?’ but Gerard had just kind of smirked and shrugged, picking up a hole punch from his desk, apparently finding it rather interesting, and Frank pretty much got the point. So, he hadn’t seen his counselor in nearly five days, and originally thinking it would be a long and painful weekend, Frank was a little surprised that he hadn’t been thinking about Gerard as much as he was expecting to, or maybe, even thinking that was a huge contradiction on his part.
Mark had told Frank earlier this morning that his session for today with Mr. Way was shifted to after lunch because he had some other things that needed tending to first. It was at this point Frank was starting to become annoyed, if not a little suspicious, -a part of him feeling like maybe Gerard was avoiding him for some reason, so he was huffing quietly to himself while he was getting dressed for the day, and Jeph must have noticed because he had just told him to stop being an idiot, which quickly made Frank see that he was acting a bit like a dick again.
If there was anything Frank had to hold suspicion against Gerard about, it was the fact that despite the gravity of the situation he had put Pete through, then the little emotional scene he had organized for Bob, the man was still managing to be a complete fruit loop, and Frank discovered this when he walked into Gerard’s office to find him sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of a mat with the image of a town stitched into it and little plastic cars ‘parked’ on the streets.
After Frank quietly closed the door behind himself, he just kind of stood there, unsure, and trying to soak in the picture of a man who is apparently seven or so years older than himself hunched around a pile of toys and seemingly engrossed in trying to make sure everything was set up in its correct position. Gerard must not have noticed Frank’s entrance since he hadn’t said anything nor turned to face the door, so Frank didn’t really want to spoil the moment either. He just leant himself against the wall, mostly staring at the way the tips of his counselor’s dark hair fell on his shoulders, but then he couldn’t help to laugh a little when Gerard shook his head slightly, and said, “I want that one”, picking up one of the cars and moving it.
Gerard flinched almost unnoticeably and turned to Frank, smiling and said, “Oh, hey. You’re here.”
“I am.” Frank smiled back, prying himself from the wall and stepping around the mat to sit opposite his counselor.
They didn’t say anything for a moment, both of them passing looks between each other and the mat in the middle. Frank didn’t really know what to make of it. More than wanting to know what they were supposed to be doing with it, he wanted to know where Gerard even got the damn thing in the first place. He remembers having one almost exactly the same in his bedroom at his Aunt’s place when he was a kid, but he didn’t play with it too often because it confused him and he wasn’t fond of obeying the road rules.
“This is cool, right?” Gerard suddenly asked, sounding a little doubtful.
Frank nodded half-heartedly, picking up one of the cars and bringing it closer to his face to have a look at. It wasn’t anything special, not like, a collector’s item or anything. It was dark blue with sliver stripes down the bonnet, no name, no sporty letters, and pretty tattered looking. Frank figured Gerard had either had it for a long time, brought it from a cheap shop, or stole it from a child. So, he asked, “Where did you get this stuff, Gee?”
“Oh, it’s all Mikey’s. I picked it up from my mom’s place yesterday.”
Frank nodded again, placing the car back down. “Cool...” He looked up at Gerard squinting slightly and trying not to smile. “...why’d you bring it?”
Gerard pulled a face that just had Frank thinking ‘okay’ slow and loud in his head, then Gerard said, “We’re going to play with it” like it was totally fucking obvious, which it really was but...
“What?” Gerard started again, somewhat shocked at Frank lack of instant enthusiasm. “You don’t want to?”
Frank blinked at him, not really sure if he had an answer to that. It wasn’t only because they were seriously sitting down in front of a kid’s game, it was also that Gerard didn’t even look or sound like he was kidding ...like, Gerard honestly didn’t find it weird or random at all. Frank found it both of those things, and then he found himself fiddling with that same toy car again, smiling slightly because Gerard was still waiting for his answer and he thought that was kind of cute.
“I just ...well,” Frank was pretty much stuttering. He didn’t want to laugh because he knew somehow Gerard would make him feel guilty if he did with some touching childhood story or something, so he just kept trying, “I mean, yeah. Sure. Sure ...I wanna play.” He looked directly at his counselor, smiled again, and shifted, placing the car back down in its original spot.
Gerard smiled, clapped once and gave a little ‘yes’, but with that, Frank just couldn’t hold back his laugh, and it came out suddenly with a sharp breath and a snort, which made Gerard start laughing with him, or at him, Frank wasn’t too sure.
Through his laughter, Frank managed a small, “You just look so stupid”, and Gerard went silent when he heard that, then told him,
“You just snorted, Frank” sounding completely monotonous. Frank stopped laughing and sighed under his breath, then Gerard said, “We’re going to play Grand Theft Auto ...Carpet, but I want a billion kisses from you first.”
Frank didn’t really have time to react, Gerard was already leaning across the space between them, hand gripping the collar of Frank’s shirt and pressing their mouths together. Frank was still for a moment before he had any brain activity to actually kiss back, but soon after, Gerard pulled away and sat back down at his side of the mat, then said, “Plus, I want to talk to you about something”.
“What? Is it bad?” Frank asked at once, because Gerard wasn’t even looking at him when he said it and somehow that was worrying.
“No. Well, I don’t know. I hope not.”
“If it’s about what you did to Pete, I already know. He told us. You’re such a douche.” Frank smiled a little to himself. Of course he would admit it was funny, despite how distraught Pete seemed to be when he arrived back from his trip, but that was probably why it was so amusing in the first place. Frank was pretty sure no one had ever given Pete a taste of his own medicine before, mostly because he was entirely capable of scaring the shit out of a person if they ever tried to, or they simply didn’t care enough to bother with him at all. However, Gerard clearly wasn’t scared and did care enough, it was just the way in which he chose to show that was dangerous and insane.
“No, it’s not about Pete ...or Bob, so, you don’t need to ask me that either,” Gerard said, placing a tiny Lego figurine in Frank’s hand.
Frank looked down at it, eyebrows furrowed. “What’s this for?”
“That’s you,” Gerard told him, then holding up one of his own. “This is me.”
Frank glanced up briefly, then back down and started playing with the little figure, bending its arms and legs, and twisting its head in full circles before he looked back up again, and said, “How come I have the one with red hair? I want to use yours. He looks better.”
Gerard scoffed, holding up a hand. “Because you have brown hair, which is closer to red than black. My hair is black, so I have the black-haired one.” Frank just pulled a sulky face because, so what? “Don’t even whine about it, Frank. It makes perfect sense.”
Frank couldn’t see the sense in it at all. He still couldn’t even see the sense in what they were supposed to be doing. He knew it wasn’t as if they would be doing anything anymore exciting anyway, but fuck, this was just ridiculous. Why couldn’t they just sit around and talk like normal people? Why did Gerard always want to do something odd and questionable? Frank could see the humor in how bothered he was, in how much he was thinking about it and just how much Gerard was causing him to become weirded out, and it made him consider that Gerard was probably doing it on purpose, which was kind of funny as well, so Frank just laughed softly to himself and asked, “Can I choose my own car then?”
Gerard smirked, and Frank kind of wanted to just kiss him again, but then Gerard said, “Sure ...then I’ll explain the rules.”
Frank smiled back at him and nodded, picking up that blue and silver car he was checking out before whilst mumbling about that being the one he wants, then he asked his counselor, “Okay, what’re the rules?”
Gerard’s eyes lit up childishly as he shuffled around on the spot, re-crossing his legs, and tucking the whips of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes behind his ears ...and Frank just had to watch, -a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, because he’s pretty sure that that one movement alone could have him falling for Gerard all over again.
“You’re not even real,” He said suddenly and almost in a whisper, causing Gerard to look up at him confusedly and say, “What?”
“Nothing.” Frank smiled, waving his hand a little to brush it off. He didn’t really want to repeat that. He thought maybe Gerard wouldn’t understand what he was trying to say, and he was certain that it had no explanation anyway.
“Okay, so basically you have to steal as many of the toy cars on the mat as you can without getting caught,” Gerard said, pointing out all the scattered cars on the town rug, and Frank’s eyes just followed his fingers and he listened intently as Gerard continued again. “Each car has a destination. I have a list,” He paused and picked up a piece of paper to show Frank, which Frank then attempted to snatch from him to take a look for himself, but Gerard pulled it away quickly, giving him a look. “I’ll tell you where the car needs to go when you choose it, okay?”
Frank nodded, saying, “Okay” and Gerard just nodded back.
“I’m the Police, so, it’s my job to stop you-”
“-How come you’re the Police? Can’t I be the cops and you be the thief?” Frank asked, cutting Gerard off and complaining for a second time. Although Frank liked to think his counselor’s game was stupid, he couldn’t help being interested to play it and mostly because the stupid part was what was making it fun.
Gerard rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically and repeatedly poking Frank in the knee, as he told him, “No, Frank. I’m the Police. This is you’re lesson not mine-”
Frank brushed Gerard’s hand away irritably, stopping him mid-sentence again to say, “-I thought it was just going to be a game.”
“It’s a lesson-game, okay. Will you just shush for like two fucking seconds?”
Frank just raised his eyebrows and folded his arms, making himself look about five years old and then Gerard continued. “Thank you. ‘Kay, you have to say what car you plan on stealing and I’ll tell you where you need to get it too on the mat. You then have five seconds head start before the cops …me, come after you. With me so far?”
Frank gave him a nod whilst eyeing the entire mat, trying to memorize where everything is at.
“Good. So, rules are; you have to have your Lego man touching the car you’re stealing, and you can only have one finger on the car to move it. If the Lego man falls out of your hand or off the car, you have to start again. If the car leaves the road, you turn down a one-way street, or are driving on the wrong side of the road, you have to start again, and if you’re not making proper car noises, you have to start again.”
“Proper car noises?” Frank questioned, looking up at Gerard and seriously wondering if he was a complete moron, or only half.
“Yeah. Y’know, like…” Gerard starts making what are supposed to be proper car noises, and Frank has to give him credit for precision, but then Gerard stops and tells Frank to try it, like, practice for a bit. So, Frank does, but he’s not as good as Gerard …yet, which doesn’t matter apparently, because Gerard just shrugs it off and tells Frank that it’s good enough and that he himself has had more practice.
While Frank’s pondering over which car he wants to steal first, he’s also thinking about why he’s doing this because Gerard hasn’t really offered any kind of explanation, but still, he doesn’t care too much. It’s funny, he supposes, if he doesn’t actually think about it. A part of him is also thinking about why Gerard is dressed how he is today. He hasn’t really studied the man’s attire too hard, but he still took notice that compared to the usual jeans and button down shirt Gerard wears, he’s looking rather more formal today, and Frank wonders why that is. He does like it however. Gerard looks particularly attractive, what, with his black pants, white dress shirt, and vest. He looks smart, yet just cute, probably because he’s wearing Converse with what would otherwise be classed as business apparel.
When he’s made his decision, Frank realizes he’s not actually going to need his own car to play this game, so he inwardly curses Gerard for kind of tricking him as he places it back where he found it, and indicates to another car on the mat, then announces, “Okay, I’m gonna go for that one …with the red.”
Gerard nods, looks at his sheet of paper, and says, “You need to get to the park” then pulls out another car, seemingly for nowhere, and Frank laughs straight away because a cop car? Fucking awesome!
“You have a Police car. That’s pretty sweet.” Frank tells him.
Gerard shrugs. “Well, this is serious. Shit has to be legit.”
“Oh, is that why you’re dressed up today too?”
“What?” Gerard’s brow furrows and Frank just indicate to him, so Gerard looks himself over then half nods. “No. I like this. Sometimes I just want to look nice.” He smiles sarcastically.
“You look nice in what you usually wear,” Frank tells him, because it’s true.
“Flattery will get you nowhere, Frank. Please steal the car now.”
Frank does some awkward smile/shrug/roll-eye thing, because fuck off, Gerard is so flattered right now. He puts a finger on the car then goes to move it and Gerard flips an egg timer that he probably just made appear because he’s magic now or something, but it confuses Frank because he didn’t know he was going to be timed, so now Gerard is just cheating.
“I have a time limit?” Frank asks, borderline incredulous.
“Yeah, so hurry up. I can hear the sirens already,” Gerard says, then makes soft wailing noises.
This hurries Frank up and he starts pushing the car along the roads on the mat again, but he’s forgetting to make proper car noises, and his finger keeps slipping because it’s hard to make wheels turn on carpet.
“Frankie, noises. You have to make the noises.”
“Oh, shit.” Frank shakes his head a little then proceeds with the noises. He’s almost around the first corner onto the main road, and he’s being careful not to crash into things on the sidewalks because he knows Gerard will makes him start again.
Only a second later, the Police ‘sirens’ get louder and Gerard’s got his car racing around after Frank, and Frank doesn’t know how because, fuck, this is just a game right? But he’s a little panicked …Gerard’s going to get him if he doesn’t hurry. The park he needs to get to is about a block away, but his red-haired Lego man is slipping, and this car is slow as fuck. Everything feels quite hectic because Frank’s proper car noises are getting louder as he becomes more and more determined, and the Police ‘sirens’ and getting louder too, which means Gerard is getting closer, but Frank doesn’t have time to look back; he’s almost there.
Just as he reaches the last turn, he sees Gerard’s hand and the little white and blue cop car come screeching -because Gerard added screeching sounds, up the other end of the road, and now he’s laughing through his own car noise, and Gerard starting to laugh too, but he makes it to the park, just as the cops do too, so he counts it as a win when his car goes into the pond because even if he gets caught now, he still did the job.
“Yes!” Frank cries, pumping a fist for his accomplishment.
“Well done, Frankie. You parked in the pond.” Gerard smiled, glanced at the timer, then back to Frank. “With about thirty seconds to spare.”
Frank shrugged. “I’m experienced.”
“I saw Bert on Friday,” Gerard then said, and Frank’s entire body fell blank. He wasn’t really thinking about anything, except if he just heard that right or not. “We went out for coffee because he asked me to the other week. I wasn’t going to but, I kinda wanted to hear what he had to say for himself.”
Frank’s head felt like it was full with water, and the muscles in his cheeks felt tight, like, he was pulling some sort of face, or maybe he wasn’t pulling one at all and was just feeling heavy instead, either way, he couldn’t tell what he looked like right now because he wasn’t even sure what he was thinking. He was half expecting Gerard to ask if he was okay or something because he wasn’t certain, but he may have stopped breathing too. He starts to think that maybe his reaction wouldn’t have been so impassive if Gerard hadn’t come out and said what he did so suddenly, but he did, and now Frank’s just sitting on the floor all pokerfaced because, what’s he supposed to say back to that? Then he came up with something.
“And what did he have to say for himself?”
Gerard shrugged a little, which made Frank curious as to whether or not he was actually going to answer that truthfully, so once again he felt like he didn’t know Gerard enough despite everything, if everything was even that much anyway. “He basically said sorry, I guess. Apparently, he was in the station for six hours or something before he even spoke. Cops said they had some sort of evidence, which was bullshit, but Bert fell for it and that doesn’t surprise me, but…” Gerard took a deep breath, and Frank was still just staring blankly at him, but then Gerard looked up, his lips were still slightly parted like he wasn’t sure how to finish what he was saying, or maybe he was finished and was just waiting for something else to come out, but not quite sure what.
Frank was kind of nodding, but he hadn’t noticed he was doing so. Almost his entire body was going into the movement. He was just sitting there swaying within himself, mindlessly biting at his lip ring and somewhat shocked that he wasn’t really feeling that angry, just …confused?
Gerard starts shuffling across the rug, and Frank thinks for a split second that maybe he should tell Gerard not to touch him until he explains himself a little more. Because, as far as Frank’s concerned, even if their relationship remains nameless that doesn’t mean it’s okay for Gerard to just go and hang out with his ex, who is apparently a liar, sneak, and asshole over the phone. But then, Frank can feel his counselor’s hand take his own, and their knees are only just touching like a subconscious reaction to the uncertainty. Frank kind of wishes Jeph was here right now, just so he could instruct Frank on how to reply because Gerard is obviously telling him this because he trusts him or something. Frank hates himself for thinking so lamely, but maybe Gerard has a little faith in him, so he doesn’t want to fuck this up by flipping out like he always does.
Frank hadn’t even noticed Gerard was kissing softly at his mouth. He was still trying to figure out if he cared or not, and he was also a little distracted by that cotton candy scent Gerard always has, like sugar and fresh warm air, then he just starts kissing back, pressing their mouths together and mostly forgetting that he has some sort of right to be a bit mad. One of Gerard’s hands travel up Frank’s arm until it’s curled up around the side of his neck and the kiss deepens, their mouths opening together, and tongues just slide along the tip of each other’s.
All Frank can think now is ‘fuck’ because he really missed this, and that’s really all that matters. Gerard’s nose is rested against the side of his own and it keeps rubbing against his nose ring, causing it to turn and making his skin tickle like he’s about to sneeze. He shifts a little, uncrossing his legs underneath Gerard, and Gerard starts moving too as their breathes become a little heavier, then Frank is slowly letting himself lie down and Gerard is practically hovering over the top of him, his face dipping to the crook of Frank’s neck to kiss at his skin and then his collarbone.
Frank runs a hand through his counselor’s hair and has about a million fleeting thoughts at once, the only ones standing out being how much he’d hate it if Gerard ever cut his hair, and also that he kind of wants to tell him that he thinks he loves him a bit, or maybe a bit more than that. But he ignores that soon enough because Gerard’s lips are back on his own and his fingers are fiddling with Frank’s jeans until the button pops open then his hands down his pants and wrapped around his dick, and Frank can’t do anything other than arch his back and make a small struggled noise in the back of his throat at just how fucking good it feels.
Gerard’s thumb rubs over the slit of Frank’s dick and he instantly just thinks ‘fuck this’ out loud in his head and starts undoing Gerard’s pants as well because he can feel his pre-come all slick and making him extra sensitive, but somehow it’s still not enough contact and Frank knows he needs to feel more than Gerard’s hand right now. Their mouths come apart for a moment as Gerard lifts himself a little to let Frank push his pants past his hips, and then there’s a slight bang that makes Frank jolt because holy fuck, if someone is about to walk in right now he might just kill them, but Gerard just smirks down at him, grinding their crotches together and says, “My foot’s against the door” which is reassuring because Frank still can’t really believe Gerard is actually doing this in his office.
Gerard manages to wriggle Frank’s jeans down further and they start kissing again, everything going fuzzy white and messy, and Frank can feel his orgasm building already as Gerard continues rubbing up hard against him. He’s making these little sounds, like sharp breaths mixed with sighs and it makes Frank want to kick his jeans all the way off so he can wrap his legs around Gerard’s hips because he wants to hear more and more of them, but he can’t. He know this is supposed to be quick and it fucking will be because Gerard dick feels so good grinding against his own that his muscles are already going like jelly and the pressure in the pit of his stomach is only spreading.
Frank can’t help but to suddenly laugh softly because no matter how many times he thinks about it, he still finds it funny that this is supposed to be counseling, but then he can hear Gerard moaning low and choppily with each up and down movement he makes, and Frank’s eyes fall closed and he’s coming too, probably all over the bottom of Gerard dress shirt, but that doesn’t matter because it’s most likely on his own clothes as well.
Gerard is only half moving now, like he’s just trying to ride the lasts of it out but doesn’t actually want it to end, then he presses his lips to Frank’s, hard and unmoving before he rolls of off him and his foot bangs against the door again. They lay in silence for a moment, just breathing really heavily. Frank’s pretty sure that that was the fastest hump ever and he thinks Gerard is probably thinking the same thing. He doesn’t quite know how they managed to go from almost getting into a conversation about something serious to panting half naked on the floor, but then he realizes that it doesn’t even matter, that it didn’t really bother him in the first place. It was just the shock of finding out so unexpectedly.
“I told him about you,” Gerard then said, craning his neck to face Frank.
Frank looks back at him, smiling a little as he starts doing his pants up. “Did you tell him my name?”
Gerard shook his head softly, turning back. “No. It’s none of his business. I just said I was seeing someone.”
Frank decides he likes that term. He’s happy with that. “Are you gonna keep talkin’ to him and stuff?”
“No way.”
Frank laughs a little because Gerard sounded like the idea of that was completely absurd, and he leans over and kisses Gerard’s cheek before standing up and asking, “So was there actually a point of this car game then?”
Gerard smiles, fixes his pants and sits up. “No. I tried to think of something really cryptic and genius, but I couldn’t. I figured we’d still play anyway.”
“You’re an idiot. I got to go.” Frank leans down and gives Gerard another quick kiss, then Gerard says,
“Bye, baby” and Frank’s stomach does this weird flip thing because, yeah, totally in love.
Chapter 21