The Doll Shop [13/?]
Title: The Doll Shop
Author:
byond_redemptn
Rating: M
Beta:
xmychemx << love =)
Warnings: Swearing
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Disclaimer: Sadly, i don't own either of them... *sighs* but it's a lovely thought...
Summary:Frank has been an outcast ever since he started high-school. No matter how many times he tried to make friends he was laughed at and told to get lost. When a piece of paper is slipped into his locker, he expects it to be another threat, but finds it to be something totally unexpected, something that would change is life forever. Instructions to The Doll Shop.
A/N: I'm soooo sorry this took so long, i've just been distracted and.. just.. outta it.. i'm sorry.
Dedication:
xoblackmariahxo and
ash_neenan for the ideas for this chapter and
paraphernaelia because she's in sydney =) and and
cursed_bouquet cause she gets to see HIM *pouts* Love you!
Previous:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Ten.Point.Five || Eleven || Twelve
Flashing lights, squeals of excitement and shouts of frustration assaulted Frank’s ears as they stepped into the arcade.
Kids of all ages rushed past, caps on backwards and cups of coins clasped tightly in their hands, most stood in-front of games, fingers moving swiftly over the many buttons, hands clasped tightly around joy-sticks, fake guns raised to their eye as they shot at ducks, bears or the occasional alien or zombie.
The last time that Frank had been here, he had been eleven years old; that was six years ago. He had been one of those kids running around, weaving in and out of the legs of older players, the money his mother had given him for food exchanged for shiny coins.
Gerard turned and grabbed his hand. Frank smiled and allowed himself to be dragged over towards the counter. Within moments they were off moving from game to game, throwing balls at hungry mouths, pounding the heads of snapping alligators, all for long streams of brightly coloured tickets. Frank couldn’t stop smiling.
Turning to the excited Doll, Frank brandished the last coin.
“One last game Bumble-Bee.”
The Doll pouted.
“What’s it gonna be?”
Gerard bit his lip and his eyes danced from game to game. The long strips of tickets were clasped tightly in his fist.
“Uhmmm.”
Frank laughed.
“Why don’t we keep this for next time?” He pocketed the coin. “I’m pretty sure we have enough tickets now to get whatever you like.”
Gerard blushed and nodded. Still laughing, the small boy led the way over to the prize counter. Hundreds of bouncy balls, finger-puppet aliens, lollies and tacky key-rings sat under signs of 5-10 tickets. The prizes of 50 tickets or more lined the walls.
Gerard squealed and ran over to the spotty boy that stood behind the counter, gesturing wildly as he handed over the tickets and bounced on the spot. The boy reached up and snagged the excited Doll’s prize.
Giggling, Gerard turned to show Frank the prize he’d bought for 150 tickets. His mouth dropped in surprise before bouts of laughter erupted from his chest. Tears formed in his eyes and his arms wrapped around his waist as his whole body shook with laughter.
Gerard pouted. “What?”
Frank stumbled towards the puzzled Doll and wrapped him in his arms as he continued to laugh. “You’re gorgeous,” he choked out.
Gerard frowned and wriggled from Frank’s arms. “Why?”
Frank smiled and stepped back from the Doll. “Because I don’t know many people that would blow 150 tickets on a pink and black feathered boa!”
The Doll blushed. “I didn’t waste those tickets, this was a good purchase!” he protested, waving the boa in Frank’s face.
The small boy giggled. “Only you’d be able to get away with buying that, Gee.”
“Damn straight he would be the only one to get away with it,” a voice called, “apart from you, that is, Franky Boy.”
Frank stilled and Gerard’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“What, aren’t I good enough for the likes of you to look at me when I’m talking to you, Francine?”
Frank swallowed and turned to face the voice. Duncan and a group of his ‘cronies’ stood behind them.
Duncan was the school jock, one of the many guys that liked to push Frank around and generally make his life hell.
“Well well Francine, don’t you look pretty today?” Duncan sneered.
Frank blushed and looked down.
“Tell me,” Duncan started, finger tapping his lip, “how long does it take you to get ready in the mornings? I mean,” he laughed, “my girlfriend takes about an hour to just do her makeup. Is it the same for you?”
The other boys laughed. Duncan walked up to him and stared over his shoulder.
“Hey look guys, Francine’s got herself a boyfriend. Who’s the lucky faggot?”
Frank’s hand curled into a fist. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
Duncan looked down at the trembling boy. “Well then, who is he?” Duncan asked. His fingers wrapped tightly around Frank’s wrist.
“He’s… he’s,” Frank gasped as the bones in his wrist rubbed together.
“I’m his Doll.”
Gerard walked up to stand on the other side of Frank.
“And I’d appreciate it if you’d let my owner go.”
Duncan’s fingers slowly released the small boy’s wrist. “Since when?”
Gerard glared at the blonde. “Since Friday.”
Duncan looked down at Frank, eyes narrowing in resentment. “Why do you get a Doll?” he hissed at the trembling boy.
Frank opened his mouth to deny everything, to explain that he wasn’t sure why, but he was cut off by Gerard.
“Because he deserves it!”
Frank turned, surprised, to stare at the Doll, who was standing proudly next to him. The feathered boa, though it looked ridiculous, didn’t draw any of the seriousness out of Gerard’s expression.
“He doesn’t deserve it,” Duncan hissed, prodding Frank, “he’s a filthy little faggot.”
The boys standing behind him all nodded in agreement.
Gerard frowned. “What does his orientation have to do with how clean he is?”
Duncan sneered. “Taking it up the arse makes you pure, does it?”
“I don’t see what the problem is. That is where the prostate is located.” Gerard sent a concerned look towards Duncan. “You do know what the prostate is, don’t you?”
Duncan growled and his eyes flashed dangerously.
A sad look passed over the Doll’s face.
“Oh, you poor darling.” He reached over and placed a pale hand on the jock’s shoulder. “It’s that special place that can be found in anyone, that causes incredible pleasure. All boys have it,” he sighed and dropped his hand. “Shame you’ll never experience it, it’s incredible.”
Frank eyes widened in surprise.
Duncan’s eyes narrowed in disgust. “Why the fuck would I want someone else in my arse? It’s not right!” he spluttered.
Gerard frowned. “Is that the only argument you can come up with? The only reason you can think of as to why gay relationships are wrong?” Gerard stared at the startled football player. “But that’s the only reason you guys need, isn’t it?” He the met the gaze of each of the boys. “How fucking pathetic,” he sneered.
Frank flinched.
He had never felt so much hate spoken by Gerard before.
He looked up to catch the furious Doll’s eye.
He could see the anger slowly draining from the hazel eyes as Gerard looked down at him.
Reaching out, Gerard took hold of the small boys hand and laced their fingers together. “Let’s go,” he said, eyes locking onto Duncan’s, “we have things to do.”
Gently, Gerard dragged the nervous boy from the arcade. They threaded through the different games and dodged the running kids.
Gerard’s boa danced slowly in the air as the walked.
Frank didn’t stop trembling until Gerard had wrapped him in his arms three floors away.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“The best way to take photo-booth photos is to get really high on sugar,” Frank paused as he downed another mouthful of cola, “you have to let loose, be able to do the most stupid things without feeling any remorse.” He bit into another sour strap.
“So it’s like getting drunk?” Gerard asked.
Frank burst into fits of giggles. “You know, I’ve never thought of it like that.” He nodded and giggled again as he took another sip of cola. “But you’re right, it’s exactly like getting drunk.”
Gerard frowned. He wasn’t exactly fond of that analogy.
It had been hard to convince Frank to forget about the boys back in the arcade - he had only been able to do so when he offered Frank sour-straps and lots of sugar. But if he had known that Frank would be like this, he wouldn’t have forced him to do the photos. He would have taken Frank home instead, wrapped him up in a blanket and made him watch The Nightmare before Christmas again.
Frank stood and grabbed the Doll’s hand. “Ready?”
Gerard slowly rose to his feet. “I guess.”
Frank smiled. “Good, let’s go.”
The small boy dragged the pale Doll towards the row of photo-booths, and, choosing one at random, he pushed Gerard through the curtain and down onto the metal stool, before throwing himself down onto his lap. Reaching over, he slotted in three of the four coins.
He leant back and wriggled around slightly as he tried to get comfortable.
Gerard’s hands wrapped his waist and squeezed slightly. “Frankie,” he gasped, “you’re being annoying.”
Frank laughed and leant over to place the final coin into the slot. “Ready?” he asked.
He felt Gerard’s body rock slightly as he nodded.
“Good.” He dropped in the final coin and threw himself back into Gerard, an evil grin twisting his lips as the Doll gasped and wrapped his arms around Frank’s waist.
Gerard growled. “I don’t like you, Frankie.”
Frank laughed and threw his head to the side. Gerard took this as an opportunity to bite into Frank’s neck, and the small boy whimpered as the first flash lit up the small room.
Frank turned and glared at the smirking Doll beneath him. “That was mean,” he muttered.
Gerard just laughed. “You loved it.”
The second flash went off.
Gerard giggled.
It had been on a whim that Frank had leant down and pressed his lips against the cold ones of the Doll seated beneath him. In his sugar-induced state, nothing had seemed more right than kissing the Doll in that exact moment. When his cheeks were all flushed with excitement and his eyes were dancing with mischief. He had never looked so beautiful.
Gerard didn’t push the small boy away when Frank’s tentative lips met his. Instead, the startled Doll pulled him closer.
Their lips seemed to melt together.
The kiss wasn’t desperate. It was chaste, closed lipped and innocent.
As their lips gently moved against each other’s, a hundred different questions were asked and answered in that single moment.
“Fireworks” would be the one word that they would later use to describe how it felt.
Frank had never felt so alive.
Feeling ran like wildfire throughout his body. Every touch, every shift of cloth felt like a hundred shards of pure pleasure piercing his flesh.
Gerard’s fingers slipped under his shirt and brushed along his hips. Frank gasped and pressed himself closer.
The third flash went off, un-noticed by both boys, so lost within the feeling and taste of each other, that the outside world seemed meaningless.
Gerard whimpered when Frank pulled back and rested his forehead against his.
Frank let out a breathy laugh as he slowly opened his eyes. He hadn’t even realized he had closed them.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he whispered.
Hazel eyes slowly opened and locked with his.
“Oh, I have some idea.”
Both boys smiled shyly at each other before their lips met to begin their tentative dance all over again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm sorry this took so long.
i am realllly sorry!
please don't hate me!
i've just been so distracted... with just stuff...
let me know what you guys think.
Love
xXx
Next:
Author:
byond_redemptn
Rating: M
Beta:
xmychemx << love =)
Warnings: Swearing
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Disclaimer: Sadly, i don't own either of them... *sighs* but it's a lovely thought...
Summary:Frank has been an outcast ever since he started high-school. No matter how many times he tried to make friends he was laughed at and told to get lost. When a piece of paper is slipped into his locker, he expects it to be another threat, but finds it to be something totally unexpected, something that would change is life forever. Instructions to The Doll Shop.
A/N: I'm soooo sorry this took so long, i've just been distracted and.. just.. outta it.. i'm sorry.
Dedication:
xoblackmariahxo and
ash_neenan for the ideas for this chapter and
paraphernaelia because she's in sydney =) and and
cursed_bouquet cause she gets to see HIM *pouts* Love you!
Previous:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Ten.Point.Five || Eleven || Twelve
Flashing lights, squeals of excitement and shouts of frustration assaulted Frank’s ears as they stepped into the arcade.
Kids of all ages rushed past, caps on backwards and cups of coins clasped tightly in their hands, most stood in-front of games, fingers moving swiftly over the many buttons, hands clasped tightly around joy-sticks, fake guns raised to their eye as they shot at ducks, bears or the occasional alien or zombie.
The last time that Frank had been here, he had been eleven years old; that was six years ago. He had been one of those kids running around, weaving in and out of the legs of older players, the money his mother had given him for food exchanged for shiny coins.
Gerard turned and grabbed his hand. Frank smiled and allowed himself to be dragged over towards the counter. Within moments they were off moving from game to game, throwing balls at hungry mouths, pounding the heads of snapping alligators, all for long streams of brightly coloured tickets. Frank couldn’t stop smiling.
Turning to the excited Doll, Frank brandished the last coin.
“One last game Bumble-Bee.”
The Doll pouted.
“What’s it gonna be?”
Gerard bit his lip and his eyes danced from game to game. The long strips of tickets were clasped tightly in his fist.
“Uhmmm.”
Frank laughed.
“Why don’t we keep this for next time?” He pocketed the coin. “I’m pretty sure we have enough tickets now to get whatever you like.”
Gerard blushed and nodded. Still laughing, the small boy led the way over to the prize counter. Hundreds of bouncy balls, finger-puppet aliens, lollies and tacky key-rings sat under signs of 5-10 tickets. The prizes of 50 tickets or more lined the walls.
Gerard squealed and ran over to the spotty boy that stood behind the counter, gesturing wildly as he handed over the tickets and bounced on the spot. The boy reached up and snagged the excited Doll’s prize.
Giggling, Gerard turned to show Frank the prize he’d bought for 150 tickets. His mouth dropped in surprise before bouts of laughter erupted from his chest. Tears formed in his eyes and his arms wrapped around his waist as his whole body shook with laughter.
Gerard pouted. “What?”
Frank stumbled towards the puzzled Doll and wrapped him in his arms as he continued to laugh. “You’re gorgeous,” he choked out.
Gerard frowned and wriggled from Frank’s arms. “Why?”
Frank smiled and stepped back from the Doll. “Because I don’t know many people that would blow 150 tickets on a pink and black feathered boa!”
The Doll blushed. “I didn’t waste those tickets, this was a good purchase!” he protested, waving the boa in Frank’s face.
The small boy giggled. “Only you’d be able to get away with buying that, Gee.”
“Damn straight he would be the only one to get away with it,” a voice called, “apart from you, that is, Franky Boy.”
Frank stilled and Gerard’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“What, aren’t I good enough for the likes of you to look at me when I’m talking to you, Francine?”
Frank swallowed and turned to face the voice. Duncan and a group of his ‘cronies’ stood behind them.
Duncan was the school jock, one of the many guys that liked to push Frank around and generally make his life hell.
“Well well Francine, don’t you look pretty today?” Duncan sneered.
Frank blushed and looked down.
“Tell me,” Duncan started, finger tapping his lip, “how long does it take you to get ready in the mornings? I mean,” he laughed, “my girlfriend takes about an hour to just do her makeup. Is it the same for you?”
The other boys laughed. Duncan walked up to him and stared over his shoulder.
“Hey look guys, Francine’s got herself a boyfriend. Who’s the lucky faggot?”
Frank’s hand curled into a fist. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
Duncan looked down at the trembling boy. “Well then, who is he?” Duncan asked. His fingers wrapped tightly around Frank’s wrist.
“He’s… he’s,” Frank gasped as the bones in his wrist rubbed together.
“I’m his Doll.”
Gerard walked up to stand on the other side of Frank.
“And I’d appreciate it if you’d let my owner go.”
Duncan’s fingers slowly released the small boy’s wrist. “Since when?”
Gerard glared at the blonde. “Since Friday.”
Duncan looked down at Frank, eyes narrowing in resentment. “Why do you get a Doll?” he hissed at the trembling boy.
Frank opened his mouth to deny everything, to explain that he wasn’t sure why, but he was cut off by Gerard.
“Because he deserves it!”
Frank turned, surprised, to stare at the Doll, who was standing proudly next to him. The feathered boa, though it looked ridiculous, didn’t draw any of the seriousness out of Gerard’s expression.
“He doesn’t deserve it,” Duncan hissed, prodding Frank, “he’s a filthy little faggot.”
The boys standing behind him all nodded in agreement.
Gerard frowned. “What does his orientation have to do with how clean he is?”
Duncan sneered. “Taking it up the arse makes you pure, does it?”
“I don’t see what the problem is. That is where the prostate is located.” Gerard sent a concerned look towards Duncan. “You do know what the prostate is, don’t you?”
Duncan growled and his eyes flashed dangerously.
A sad look passed over the Doll’s face.
“Oh, you poor darling.” He reached over and placed a pale hand on the jock’s shoulder. “It’s that special place that can be found in anyone, that causes incredible pleasure. All boys have it,” he sighed and dropped his hand. “Shame you’ll never experience it, it’s incredible.”
Frank eyes widened in surprise.
Duncan’s eyes narrowed in disgust. “Why the fuck would I want someone else in my arse? It’s not right!” he spluttered.
Gerard frowned. “Is that the only argument you can come up with? The only reason you can think of as to why gay relationships are wrong?” Gerard stared at the startled football player. “But that’s the only reason you guys need, isn’t it?” He the met the gaze of each of the boys. “How fucking pathetic,” he sneered.
Frank flinched.
He had never felt so much hate spoken by Gerard before.
He looked up to catch the furious Doll’s eye.
He could see the anger slowly draining from the hazel eyes as Gerard looked down at him.
Reaching out, Gerard took hold of the small boys hand and laced their fingers together. “Let’s go,” he said, eyes locking onto Duncan’s, “we have things to do.”
Gently, Gerard dragged the nervous boy from the arcade. They threaded through the different games and dodged the running kids.
Gerard’s boa danced slowly in the air as the walked.
Frank didn’t stop trembling until Gerard had wrapped him in his arms three floors away.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“The best way to take photo-booth photos is to get really high on sugar,” Frank paused as he downed another mouthful of cola, “you have to let loose, be able to do the most stupid things without feeling any remorse.” He bit into another sour strap.
“So it’s like getting drunk?” Gerard asked.
Frank burst into fits of giggles. “You know, I’ve never thought of it like that.” He nodded and giggled again as he took another sip of cola. “But you’re right, it’s exactly like getting drunk.”
Gerard frowned. He wasn’t exactly fond of that analogy.
It had been hard to convince Frank to forget about the boys back in the arcade - he had only been able to do so when he offered Frank sour-straps and lots of sugar. But if he had known that Frank would be like this, he wouldn’t have forced him to do the photos. He would have taken Frank home instead, wrapped him up in a blanket and made him watch The Nightmare before Christmas again.
Frank stood and grabbed the Doll’s hand. “Ready?”
Gerard slowly rose to his feet. “I guess.”
Frank smiled. “Good, let’s go.”
The small boy dragged the pale Doll towards the row of photo-booths, and, choosing one at random, he pushed Gerard through the curtain and down onto the metal stool, before throwing himself down onto his lap. Reaching over, he slotted in three of the four coins.
He leant back and wriggled around slightly as he tried to get comfortable.
Gerard’s hands wrapped his waist and squeezed slightly. “Frankie,” he gasped, “you’re being annoying.”
Frank laughed and leant over to place the final coin into the slot. “Ready?” he asked.
He felt Gerard’s body rock slightly as he nodded.
“Good.” He dropped in the final coin and threw himself back into Gerard, an evil grin twisting his lips as the Doll gasped and wrapped his arms around Frank’s waist.
Gerard growled. “I don’t like you, Frankie.”
Frank laughed and threw his head to the side. Gerard took this as an opportunity to bite into Frank’s neck, and the small boy whimpered as the first flash lit up the small room.
Frank turned and glared at the smirking Doll beneath him. “That was mean,” he muttered.
Gerard just laughed. “You loved it.”
The second flash went off.
Gerard giggled.
It had been on a whim that Frank had leant down and pressed his lips against the cold ones of the Doll seated beneath him. In his sugar-induced state, nothing had seemed more right than kissing the Doll in that exact moment. When his cheeks were all flushed with excitement and his eyes were dancing with mischief. He had never looked so beautiful.
Gerard didn’t push the small boy away when Frank’s tentative lips met his. Instead, the startled Doll pulled him closer.
Their lips seemed to melt together.
The kiss wasn’t desperate. It was chaste, closed lipped and innocent.
As their lips gently moved against each other’s, a hundred different questions were asked and answered in that single moment.
“Fireworks” would be the one word that they would later use to describe how it felt.
Frank had never felt so alive.
Feeling ran like wildfire throughout his body. Every touch, every shift of cloth felt like a hundred shards of pure pleasure piercing his flesh.
Gerard’s fingers slipped under his shirt and brushed along his hips. Frank gasped and pressed himself closer.
The third flash went off, un-noticed by both boys, so lost within the feeling and taste of each other, that the outside world seemed meaningless.
Gerard whimpered when Frank pulled back and rested his forehead against his.
Frank let out a breathy laugh as he slowly opened his eyes. He hadn’t even realized he had closed them.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he whispered.
Hazel eyes slowly opened and locked with his.
“Oh, I have some idea.”
Both boys smiled shyly at each other before their lips met to begin their tentative dance all over again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm sorry this took so long.
i am realllly sorry!
please don't hate me!
i've just been so distracted... with just stuff...
let me know what you guys think.
Love
xXx
Next: