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Title: Hear No Evil, See No Evil, Speak No Evil
Author: i_am_the_broken
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17, Not at the moment yet but it will be.
Disclaimer: Yeah-no.
Summary: Frank is up with insomnia one night when he finds a man in the park. He wants to help him like any good hearted citizen, only is there more than meets the eye with this man.
Author's Note: This is a different summary. I'm posting the first chapter again followed by the second. It was confusing some so here is part one.
It was an overcast night in Belleville, though lately there had seemed to be a lot of those. It felt below freezing and it was. Although for the night it was actually in terms lately, livable. Now living in New Jersey, one can’t expect to be safe going out at night. Sure there were street lamps but not enough to make one feel safe as one could feel as if they were in a residential area. But alas this is not where 19 year old Frank Iero found himself that dreary post-Halloween night.
Frank had found himself wandering hopelessly around due to his awful insomnia. What kept him awake stemmed from deeper issues other than the fact that we was nineteen and still living with his mother. Or the fact that he had no significant other and his band wasn’t going to make it through their second show.
As he walked stares of the night drug addict street dwellers landed on his entity. Not only did they make him uncomfortable but slightly at home in the late night, early morning atmosphere. Even as a child being alone in the dead of night with no one there to rescue him from the monster in the closet, it never bothered him. Not even in the slightest. Frank’s mentality was he was probably scarier than anything out there. Or to other people at least. Frank knew himself. Knew himself well for that matter. When teenagers his age were going through an identity crisis and freaked out about anything and everything, he could hold himself…not high but up.
He never had very high self-esteem even though he was a very attractive. True he was as he called it “vertically challenged”. But attractive none the less. His hair had grown out kind of shaggy but adorable on him. It was better than when he thought dreadlocks were cool. That was a road he did not want to go down again with his hair.
It had been so dirty and greased that no amount of shampoo and conditioner could have ever gotten it clean. And as a result he had to shave his head. Both styles he would never live down. Even now he was thinking of changing it. Not quite yet though. Not quite yet.
He drug his feet as he walked. His destination: nowhere. His eyes were glazed over with exhaustion but his mind wouldn’t let him sleep. His body went forward until he found himself in the park. A swing set stood alone in the slush covered grass and wet sand. The grass made sickening sounds as he walked towards the swings. There were not many street lamps in the park since not many people came there at night to swing or play on the play set.
As he continued his slow walk towards the swings he heard a soft whimpering from the bench parallel to the swing set. Being the curious lad he was he strode quickly forward to the bench to find a man maybe his age or a year older give or take a few years, sitting with tears streaming down his pale face. He muttered incoherent things to himself.
Seeing this poor guy in the park crying, probably himself to sleep broke his heart. “Hey man, are you alright?” Frank hated it when people cried even if he didn’t know them. The man’s head shot up, his eyes puffy and red from crying no doubted for hours. It was dark but Frank could see the sad gleam of fear in his eyes. Frank couldn’t see the color of his eyes but he knew if he could it would tug his heartstrings all the more. From what he could tell he had dark hair, black perhaps? It wasn’t very long but it was maybe an inch below his ears. The poor guy wore all black as if he was mourning or maybe that was just his dress style like Frank.
The guy continued to stare at him as though he didn’t hear or understand him. “Are you okay?” Frank asked again. Frank desperately wanted to reach out and put a hand on his shoulder or tell him it would be okay though he knew it never be.
The man whimpered and shook his head. He hated that question. If he was sobbing his eyes out he wasn’t o-fucking-kay. “Um…What’s your name? Do you live around here at all?” Again Frank only got the doe eyes before a cracked depressed voice reached his ears.
“Gerard.” It was only one word but to Frank it was a start. The name’s Frank, Frank Iero” Frank shivered from the breeze that blew through the park. It was then he noticed this Gerard kid’s lack of jacket, scarf or really anything. Peeling of his second and thicker jacket he put it on Gerard’s shoulders. “You’ll freeze. This is definitely not the time of year to skimp on a jacket” Frank tried to use his most reassuring and nicest voice he could muster up. Gerard continued to stare at him with those sad eyes.
“Thank you” he murmured shyly, pulling it up around his neck and face more to protect his delicate skin from the wind that whipped at his face with a stinging feeling. His eyes dropped to his lap, feeling awkward at the silence and utter generousness of this stranger whom he still had no name for.
Scratching the back of his neck, Frank tried to start up a conversation desperately. “Um…so do you live around here?” It was the second time he asked that question but it seemed he would have to if he wanted to get this freezing man out of the cold.
“No I don’t.” Gerard’s voice was soft but smooth despite the cracking from the crying. It was really a pitiful thing. Frank’s heart dropped when he heard that. This poor man was alone on the streets with as far as he knew no family.
“Well hey, um, there’s a Burger King around the corner. Let me but you something to eat okay? It’s freezing out here and I’m sure it’ll be warmer in there.”
“Um...I…will there…okay” Gerard murmured quietly. His hands quickly finding the warmth of Frank’s hoodie pockets. Frank waited for him to stand as thoughts on this mysterious man ran through his head. Gerard stood and they made the walk around the street to the fast food restaurant.
Frank desperately tried to make small talk or at least some kind of conversation to get Gerard talking about anything. When they reached the establishment, the strong scent of French fries and hamburgers assaulted their noses.
The warmth of the restaurant blew into their faces as a nice welcome when they entered the building. Frank rubbed his hands together and sighed in content that he was finally warm. As the light shone on the man he had invited to well breakfast he supposed, he noticed he did in fact have black hair with deathly pale skin and probably due to the cold, colorless lips. His eyes were as he guessed hazel. Not any kind of hazel but a strong mixture of brown, and a light honey color with small flecks of green. They reached the counter ordering two whopper meal combos for the both of them.
Gerard followed Frank to the booth and sat down to wait for heir number to be called. 31. “You know, it’s kind of ironic that 31 is the date of my birthday. I was born in October. On Halloween really. It’s kind of the only real interesting thing about me.” Frank laughed slightly trying to lighten the mood even if just a little bit. Gerard merely nodded his head.
“31!!!”
“That’s us” Frank smiled.
Gerard watched as Frank walked away towards the counter. I wonder how much long I can stay with Frank until he notices who I am. How long can I stay on the outside without anyone noticing me? It wasn’t his fault that he-
“Okay…Hope you’re hungry…’Cause there is a lot of food and I can’t eat it all…Despite what they say, I am not fat… Ha… ha… ha?” Frank laughed awkwardly to himself as Gerard gently picked at his fries. Tough crowd.
The rest of the meal continued much the same way. Gerard kept quiet while Frank tried to get him to at least smile or acknowledge him. It was a hopeless case seeing as Gerard wouldn’t talk even if a mad zombie was chasing him around screaming “Ooga booga” while madly flailing rabid squirrels, not that that would ever happen but that was just how Frank’s mind worked.
“So…I know a place you can stay for the night. It is much too cold for you to sleep on a park bench. You’d die. I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let you die from some sort of pneumonia or something.” Silence. “So um…let me rent you a hotel room for the night or something-” “You are beautiful no matter what they say. Words can’t bring you down” Frank jumped from the horrid ringtone that erupted from his hoodie that Gerard was currently wearing; which in all due honesty, scared Gerard too.
“Um…Can I have my cell?” Gerard smirked. The first one Frank had seen all night. Gerard handed over is screaming cell phone.
“Hello mother…no…yes…MOM!!! I’m not little any more…I’m fine…really…no-no…I’ll be home soon…Mhm…L-love you too. Bye.” Click. “What?” Gerard’s eyes finally held something other than fear…AMUSEMENT? “So what? I’m 19 and live with my mother? Whatcha gonna do about it? And no, I didn’t pick that ringtone out. I’m not that gay.” Frank laughed. Maybe it might be easier to get to know him as long as he made him laughed. And if he did say so himself, he thought Gerard’s smile was adorable. He could only wonder what his laugh sounded like.
The two men walked towards the Motel 6 down the road. They didn’t have to worry about getting hit at this hour but still. Better safe than sorry. Suddenly Frank had an idea. Frank loved the smile Gerard gave him in the restaurant. It was then that he came to the conclusion that Gerard thought his embarrassment was funny. God knows if that had happened to any but him, he would have laughed his ass off until he gave himself a hernia. Again, that’s just Frank. Frank braced himself for what he was about to do and how his whole body was going to hate him for it later.
As they went to step of the curb to cross the street Frank threw himself over the edge into a huge frigid puddle soaking himself to his wee batman boxers. His face and hair marinated in dirty rainwater. Gerard laughed a small giggle before clasping his hands over his mouth trying to hide is obvious amusement in his bad misfortune.
Drops of water ran down his face into the crease between his lips threatening to spill in if he opened his mouth and create a taste of filth and possibly shit. Unable to help but smile at the cute giggle, the grimy water dripped into his mouth. Frank’s face contorted into revulsion as it hit his taste buds.
Another giggle dropped from Gerard’s bluing lips. It was the cutest thing he had possibly ever heard. It rose octaves the longer he laughed. It was sweet, Frank would admit that. And Gerard was very attractive, he’d admit that too. But Frank didn’t know him well enough to have a crush on him. Although he knew if he did, he just might.
Not how it was supposed to turn out but it will get better and longer.
Author: i_am_the_broken
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17, Not at the moment yet but it will be.
Disclaimer: Yeah-no.
Summary: Frank is up with insomnia one night when he finds a man in the park. He wants to help him like any good hearted citizen, only is there more than meets the eye with this man.
Author's Note: This is a different summary. I'm posting the first chapter again followed by the second. It was confusing some so here is part one.
It was an overcast night in Belleville, though lately there had seemed to be a lot of those. It felt below freezing and it was. Although for the night it was actually in terms lately, livable. Now living in New Jersey, one can’t expect to be safe going out at night. Sure there were street lamps but not enough to make one feel safe as one could feel as if they were in a residential area. But alas this is not where 19 year old Frank Iero found himself that dreary post-Halloween night.
Frank had found himself wandering hopelessly around due to his awful insomnia. What kept him awake stemmed from deeper issues other than the fact that we was nineteen and still living with his mother. Or the fact that he had no significant other and his band wasn’t going to make it through their second show.
As he walked stares of the night drug addict street dwellers landed on his entity. Not only did they make him uncomfortable but slightly at home in the late night, early morning atmosphere. Even as a child being alone in the dead of night with no one there to rescue him from the monster in the closet, it never bothered him. Not even in the slightest. Frank’s mentality was he was probably scarier than anything out there. Or to other people at least. Frank knew himself. Knew himself well for that matter. When teenagers his age were going through an identity crisis and freaked out about anything and everything, he could hold himself…not high but up.
He never had very high self-esteem even though he was a very attractive. True he was as he called it “vertically challenged”. But attractive none the less. His hair had grown out kind of shaggy but adorable on him. It was better than when he thought dreadlocks were cool. That was a road he did not want to go down again with his hair.
It had been so dirty and greased that no amount of shampoo and conditioner could have ever gotten it clean. And as a result he had to shave his head. Both styles he would never live down. Even now he was thinking of changing it. Not quite yet though. Not quite yet.
He drug his feet as he walked. His destination: nowhere. His eyes were glazed over with exhaustion but his mind wouldn’t let him sleep. His body went forward until he found himself in the park. A swing set stood alone in the slush covered grass and wet sand. The grass made sickening sounds as he walked towards the swings. There were not many street lamps in the park since not many people came there at night to swing or play on the play set.
As he continued his slow walk towards the swings he heard a soft whimpering from the bench parallel to the swing set. Being the curious lad he was he strode quickly forward to the bench to find a man maybe his age or a year older give or take a few years, sitting with tears streaming down his pale face. He muttered incoherent things to himself.
Seeing this poor guy in the park crying, probably himself to sleep broke his heart. “Hey man, are you alright?” Frank hated it when people cried even if he didn’t know them. The man’s head shot up, his eyes puffy and red from crying no doubted for hours. It was dark but Frank could see the sad gleam of fear in his eyes. Frank couldn’t see the color of his eyes but he knew if he could it would tug his heartstrings all the more. From what he could tell he had dark hair, black perhaps? It wasn’t very long but it was maybe an inch below his ears. The poor guy wore all black as if he was mourning or maybe that was just his dress style like Frank.
The guy continued to stare at him as though he didn’t hear or understand him. “Are you okay?” Frank asked again. Frank desperately wanted to reach out and put a hand on his shoulder or tell him it would be okay though he knew it never be.
The man whimpered and shook his head. He hated that question. If he was sobbing his eyes out he wasn’t o-fucking-kay. “Um…What’s your name? Do you live around here at all?” Again Frank only got the doe eyes before a cracked depressed voice reached his ears.
“Gerard.” It was only one word but to Frank it was a start. The name’s Frank, Frank Iero” Frank shivered from the breeze that blew through the park. It was then he noticed this Gerard kid’s lack of jacket, scarf or really anything. Peeling of his second and thicker jacket he put it on Gerard’s shoulders. “You’ll freeze. This is definitely not the time of year to skimp on a jacket” Frank tried to use his most reassuring and nicest voice he could muster up. Gerard continued to stare at him with those sad eyes.
“Thank you” he murmured shyly, pulling it up around his neck and face more to protect his delicate skin from the wind that whipped at his face with a stinging feeling. His eyes dropped to his lap, feeling awkward at the silence and utter generousness of this stranger whom he still had no name for.
Scratching the back of his neck, Frank tried to start up a conversation desperately. “Um…so do you live around here?” It was the second time he asked that question but it seemed he would have to if he wanted to get this freezing man out of the cold.
“No I don’t.” Gerard’s voice was soft but smooth despite the cracking from the crying. It was really a pitiful thing. Frank’s heart dropped when he heard that. This poor man was alone on the streets with as far as he knew no family.
“Well hey, um, there’s a Burger King around the corner. Let me but you something to eat okay? It’s freezing out here and I’m sure it’ll be warmer in there.”
“Um...I…will there…okay” Gerard murmured quietly. His hands quickly finding the warmth of Frank’s hoodie pockets. Frank waited for him to stand as thoughts on this mysterious man ran through his head. Gerard stood and they made the walk around the street to the fast food restaurant.
Frank desperately tried to make small talk or at least some kind of conversation to get Gerard talking about anything. When they reached the establishment, the strong scent of French fries and hamburgers assaulted their noses.
The warmth of the restaurant blew into their faces as a nice welcome when they entered the building. Frank rubbed his hands together and sighed in content that he was finally warm. As the light shone on the man he had invited to well breakfast he supposed, he noticed he did in fact have black hair with deathly pale skin and probably due to the cold, colorless lips. His eyes were as he guessed hazel. Not any kind of hazel but a strong mixture of brown, and a light honey color with small flecks of green. They reached the counter ordering two whopper meal combos for the both of them.
Gerard followed Frank to the booth and sat down to wait for heir number to be called. 31. “You know, it’s kind of ironic that 31 is the date of my birthday. I was born in October. On Halloween really. It’s kind of the only real interesting thing about me.” Frank laughed slightly trying to lighten the mood even if just a little bit. Gerard merely nodded his head.
“31!!!”
“That’s us” Frank smiled.
Gerard watched as Frank walked away towards the counter. I wonder how much long I can stay with Frank until he notices who I am. How long can I stay on the outside without anyone noticing me? It wasn’t his fault that he-
“Okay…Hope you’re hungry…’Cause there is a lot of food and I can’t eat it all…Despite what they say, I am not fat… Ha… ha… ha?” Frank laughed awkwardly to himself as Gerard gently picked at his fries. Tough crowd.
The rest of the meal continued much the same way. Gerard kept quiet while Frank tried to get him to at least smile or acknowledge him. It was a hopeless case seeing as Gerard wouldn’t talk even if a mad zombie was chasing him around screaming “Ooga booga” while madly flailing rabid squirrels, not that that would ever happen but that was just how Frank’s mind worked.
“So…I know a place you can stay for the night. It is much too cold for you to sleep on a park bench. You’d die. I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let you die from some sort of pneumonia or something.” Silence. “So um…let me rent you a hotel room for the night or something-” “You are beautiful no matter what they say. Words can’t bring you down” Frank jumped from the horrid ringtone that erupted from his hoodie that Gerard was currently wearing; which in all due honesty, scared Gerard too.
“Um…Can I have my cell?” Gerard smirked. The first one Frank had seen all night. Gerard handed over is screaming cell phone.
“Hello mother…no…yes…MOM!!! I’m not little any more…I’m fine…really…no-no…I’ll be home soon…Mhm…L-love you too. Bye.” Click. “What?” Gerard’s eyes finally held something other than fear…AMUSEMENT? “So what? I’m 19 and live with my mother? Whatcha gonna do about it? And no, I didn’t pick that ringtone out. I’m not that gay.” Frank laughed. Maybe it might be easier to get to know him as long as he made him laughed. And if he did say so himself, he thought Gerard’s smile was adorable. He could only wonder what his laugh sounded like.
The two men walked towards the Motel 6 down the road. They didn’t have to worry about getting hit at this hour but still. Better safe than sorry. Suddenly Frank had an idea. Frank loved the smile Gerard gave him in the restaurant. It was then that he came to the conclusion that Gerard thought his embarrassment was funny. God knows if that had happened to any but him, he would have laughed his ass off until he gave himself a hernia. Again, that’s just Frank. Frank braced himself for what he was about to do and how his whole body was going to hate him for it later.
As they went to step of the curb to cross the street Frank threw himself over the edge into a huge frigid puddle soaking himself to his wee batman boxers. His face and hair marinated in dirty rainwater. Gerard laughed a small giggle before clasping his hands over his mouth trying to hide is obvious amusement in his bad misfortune.
Drops of water ran down his face into the crease between his lips threatening to spill in if he opened his mouth and create a taste of filth and possibly shit. Unable to help but smile at the cute giggle, the grimy water dripped into his mouth. Frank’s face contorted into revulsion as it hit his taste buds.
Another giggle dropped from Gerard’s bluing lips. It was the cutest thing he had possibly ever heard. It rose octaves the longer he laughed. It was sweet, Frank would admit that. And Gerard was very attractive, he’d admit that too. But Frank didn’t know him well enough to have a crush on him. Although he knew if he did, he just might.
Not how it was supposed to turn out but it will get better and longer.