Prompts 4-6 of 9 ~ Frank/Gerard (PG-13)
The Neighbour (3 months later) - aholelabledlove;
There’s paint on Frank’s glasses. There’s a big smudge of red paint on the arm of Frank’s glasses and it’s not coming off. Damn it. Frank scratches at it with a dirty fingernail, but the stuff’s not budging. “Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath. These were his best pair.
“Penny for your thoughts,” he hears coming from his bedroom doorway. Gerard’s stood there, paint smeared like Frank’s glasses and smiling. “You’re looking mighty intense.”
Frank holds up his glasses. “What paint is this?” With a curious eyebrow Gerard reaches out and takes the glasses. He examines the paint, scratches at it and hums to himself.
“Glass paint,” he finally concludes.
Frank sighs, “Figures,” before taking them back. He folds the arms down and stares at the lenses. “Maybe this is a cosmic sign-”
“Whoa,” Gerard interrupts, checking his watch. “It’s not even 9am and you’re already talking about cosmic signs? Can’t we have coffee first?”
Rolling his eyes, Frank places the glasses in his shirt pocket. “I was thinking that maybe it’s a sign I should bin my glasses and start using contacts.”
Gerard scrunches his face up, disapproving. “Why would that be a sign and why would you want to give up your glasses?”
Frank shrugs. “I don’t know, because they make me look like a geek?”
Gerard laughs and steps further in to the room, reaching out for Frank’s arm when he’s close enough. “Frank, honey. You make you look like a geek, not the glasses.” Frank scowls but Gerard ignores him and moves his hands to cup the back of Frank’s neck. “But I like them,” he smiles, reaching in to Frank’s pocket and pulling them out. “They make your eyes bigger, and I love you eyes. I love staring in to them knowing you’re staring back.”
Frank blushes a little and lets Gerard slip the glasses back on to his face. “Thanks,” he whispers. “That was really sweet.” Gerard grins and presses their mouths together in a firm kiss.
“Besides,” he adds, pulling away slightly. “I really love fucking you in them…”
Pre Soldier!Verse (Frank’s squad find out he’s gay) - blurbish1326;
Frank’s got a whole three weeks of training ahead of him and it’s his first long stay at the training camp since he joined. He’s nervous, to say the least, but there’s a stubbornness inside of him that won’t let that show. Also, on his slightly more feminine side, he’s going to miss Gerard like oxygen. But it’ll be ok, it has to be ok. He’s going to deal with this by moping silently for an hour or so in his bunk every night, thinking about Gerard’s face whilst his mind mentally plays “How Do I Live Without You” over and over again. It’s his only option.
Currently, the rest of the men are putting their things away in metal chests and lockers, storing filthy magazines and cigarettes under their mattresses like this were some prison in the sixties. They’re also tacking up pictures on the plain white walls next to their bunks, pictures of family and friends - girlfriends. Frank’s got a photo of Gerard in his hands, one that he keeps in his wallet that Gerard doesn’t know about. Gerard’s half awake in the picture, leaning across the bed and smiling sleepily at Frank, his dark hair looking impossible perfect against the morning sunlight and unusually clean sheets.
Frank loves the picture, completely and utterly. He wants to tack it to the wall next to his pillow so he can look at it while he’s laying in bed and being hopelessly in love. Problem is, though, he’s not sure how people will react. He hasn’t known the guys for that long and only knows about half the names of the people he’s training with, and although ‘Don’t Ask Don’t Tell’ has been long gone for years now, you never can be too sure.
“Who’s that? Your brother or something?” Frank looks up to see a tall guy with dark curly hair towering over him.
“Uh, something…” Frank replies. The guys sits down on the opposite bunk and holds out his hand. Reluctantly, Frank hands over the picture.
The guy studies the picture for a few moments with pressed lips before he finally smiles. “Oh, it’s your boyfriend!” he says triumphantly. Frank nods slowly. He hands the picture back. “He’s cute. Well, y’know. If you’re in to that sort of thing. I’m Ray Toro, by the way,” and he offers his hand again. Frank takes it and shakes his hand, hard.
“Frank,” he grins back. “Iero. Listen, thanks for not-”
“What? Freaking out? Calling you a faggot? Demanding you move your bunk another ten feet from mine?” Frank laughs a little and nods. Ray smiles and shakes his head softly. “No problem, man. I’m not in to all that judgemental shit. I heard its bad for the soul.”
“Guess it is,” he shrugs. “I just hope everyone else shares your opinion.”
“Well,” Ray booms, clapping his hands together and standing up. “If anyone needs persuading you just let me know and I’m sure I can help,” and with the muscles that ripple through the sleeves of his army jacket, Frank really doesn’t doubt that. Ray then takes the photo from Frank and tacks it to the wall. “Just in case you still hadn’t made up your mind.”
“Thanks,” Frank says.
In the three weeks of training, Frank receives precisely zero percent shit from anyone, though he’s pretty sure Ray’s got a lot to do with that. However, he’s treated just the same as everyone else, and if someone gives him an odd look when he kisses Gerard’s picture goodnight and good morning, he never sees it.
When they arrive home and the coach pulls in to the car park, Frank’s the first to fly down the steps, out of the door and over to his beloved. Gerard’s got a million times better looking in the past three weeks, Frank’s sure of it. He throws himself in to one of Gerard’s bear tight hugs, pulling at his hair and kissing him like it’s the very first time.
Pulling back slowly, Frank’s just about to tell Gerard how much he missed him when he sees Ray stood a few feet from them. Every time someone looks over at the two men in a tight embrace, Ray cracks his knuckles until they quickly look away. Frank can’t stop himself from laughing.
“What’s up with you?” asks Gerard with a quirked eyebrow.
Frank shakes his head. “I’ll tell you in the car.”
Pre Soldier!Verse (Frank asking Gerard to move in) - defect_no9;
Frank’s due back from training any minute now and Gerard’s still running around the apartment like some sort of headless chicken. Mikey’s picking Frank up with some bullshit story about Gerard’s car being in the shop, while Gerard cleans up Frank’s apartment and prepares him a slap up meal. Well, his mom prepared the meal earlier, but Gerard will be using his culinary skills to reheat it in about five minute’s time.
From the rather shaky and pissed off phone call Gerard received last week, Frank’s had a pretty rotten time. So, because Gerard is the best boyfriend ever (gold star now, thank you very much), he decided to do something nice. One last dash around Frank’s living room and Gerard nods to himself, finally satisfied. He picks up one of Frank’s favourite DVD’s and pops it in the player before stalking his way over to the kitchen, reciting the heating instructions his mother gave him in his head. Piece of cake, he thinks.
Gerard’s just closing the oven door when there’s a distant jingling of keys. He wipes his hands on the dish cloth that’s tucked in to his belt and skids back in to the living room.
When Frank opens the door he doesn’t really see Gerard at first, just drops his stuff in the corner and swings the door closed again, sighing. He’s just reaching for the phone on the mail table when he finally catches sight of Gerard stood there, grinning, and flinches in surprise. “Hey,” Gerard continues to grin.
Frank tilts his head to the side and gives Gerard a lop sided smile. “Hey,” he replies, quiet and tired. His nose wrinkles a little as he sniffs. “Are you cooking?”
“Yes! Well, not exactly. I’m reheating,” Gerard nods.
“Reheating…” Frank repeats.
“Reheating with love!”
Frank starts laughing and immediately pulls Gerard in to an I fucking missed you, you goof hug, rubbing his face against Gerard’s neck and in hailing his scent. “I fucking missed you, you goof,” he says, smiling in to the shoulder of Gerard’s t-shirt.
Gerard kisses the top of Frank’s head, “Missed you too.”
“I liked having you here when I got home,” Frank says after a moment or so, still clutching Gerard like he’s about to leave. “Coming back to an empty place sucks sometimes.”
“I know,” Gerard replies, stroking his fingers through Frank’s unwashed hair. “Well, maybe we make it a new rule that I’m here every time you get back from training.”
Frank pulls away a little and looks up at Gerard. “Or maybe we just make it a rule that you’re here all the time.” After a few confused moments, Gerard’s eyes widen a little as it finally dawns on him like a led weight what Frank’s actually saying.
“Y’mean, like. If I…” Gerard trails and Frank nods, smiling nervously. “Wow,” he whispers, a little dumbfounded. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?” Frank repeats, eyebrow raised.
“Yeah!” Gerard grins. “Fuck yeah I want to live with you!” With a face splitting grin Frank attaches himself to Gerard again, grabbing the back of his head and kissing him hard. Gerard’s hands tighten on Frank’s waist as he pulls them closer together. Frank whines a little in to Gerard’s mouth and he grabs his boyfriend by the belt loops.
“We’re celebrating now,” he mumbles in to Gerard’s mouth before he starts pulling them both towards the bedroom.
“Wait!” Gerard gasps, tearing his mouth from Frank’s. “My reheating!”
There’s paint on Frank’s glasses. There’s a big smudge of red paint on the arm of Frank’s glasses and it’s not coming off. Damn it. Frank scratches at it with a dirty fingernail, but the stuff’s not budging. “Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath. These were his best pair.
“Penny for your thoughts,” he hears coming from his bedroom doorway. Gerard’s stood there, paint smeared like Frank’s glasses and smiling. “You’re looking mighty intense.”
Frank holds up his glasses. “What paint is this?” With a curious eyebrow Gerard reaches out and takes the glasses. He examines the paint, scratches at it and hums to himself.
“Glass paint,” he finally concludes.
Frank sighs, “Figures,” before taking them back. He folds the arms down and stares at the lenses. “Maybe this is a cosmic sign-”
“Whoa,” Gerard interrupts, checking his watch. “It’s not even 9am and you’re already talking about cosmic signs? Can’t we have coffee first?”
Rolling his eyes, Frank places the glasses in his shirt pocket. “I was thinking that maybe it’s a sign I should bin my glasses and start using contacts.”
Gerard scrunches his face up, disapproving. “Why would that be a sign and why would you want to give up your glasses?”
Frank shrugs. “I don’t know, because they make me look like a geek?”
Gerard laughs and steps further in to the room, reaching out for Frank’s arm when he’s close enough. “Frank, honey. You make you look like a geek, not the glasses.” Frank scowls but Gerard ignores him and moves his hands to cup the back of Frank’s neck. “But I like them,” he smiles, reaching in to Frank’s pocket and pulling them out. “They make your eyes bigger, and I love you eyes. I love staring in to them knowing you’re staring back.”
Frank blushes a little and lets Gerard slip the glasses back on to his face. “Thanks,” he whispers. “That was really sweet.” Gerard grins and presses their mouths together in a firm kiss.
“Besides,” he adds, pulling away slightly. “I really love fucking you in them…”
Pre Soldier!Verse (Frank’s squad find out he’s gay) - blurbish1326;
Frank’s got a whole three weeks of training ahead of him and it’s his first long stay at the training camp since he joined. He’s nervous, to say the least, but there’s a stubbornness inside of him that won’t let that show. Also, on his slightly more feminine side, he’s going to miss Gerard like oxygen. But it’ll be ok, it has to be ok. He’s going to deal with this by moping silently for an hour or so in his bunk every night, thinking about Gerard’s face whilst his mind mentally plays “How Do I Live Without You” over and over again. It’s his only option.
Currently, the rest of the men are putting their things away in metal chests and lockers, storing filthy magazines and cigarettes under their mattresses like this were some prison in the sixties. They’re also tacking up pictures on the plain white walls next to their bunks, pictures of family and friends - girlfriends. Frank’s got a photo of Gerard in his hands, one that he keeps in his wallet that Gerard doesn’t know about. Gerard’s half awake in the picture, leaning across the bed and smiling sleepily at Frank, his dark hair looking impossible perfect against the morning sunlight and unusually clean sheets.
Frank loves the picture, completely and utterly. He wants to tack it to the wall next to his pillow so he can look at it while he’s laying in bed and being hopelessly in love. Problem is, though, he’s not sure how people will react. He hasn’t known the guys for that long and only knows about half the names of the people he’s training with, and although ‘Don’t Ask Don’t Tell’ has been long gone for years now, you never can be too sure.
“Who’s that? Your brother or something?” Frank looks up to see a tall guy with dark curly hair towering over him.
“Uh, something…” Frank replies. The guys sits down on the opposite bunk and holds out his hand. Reluctantly, Frank hands over the picture.
The guy studies the picture for a few moments with pressed lips before he finally smiles. “Oh, it’s your boyfriend!” he says triumphantly. Frank nods slowly. He hands the picture back. “He’s cute. Well, y’know. If you’re in to that sort of thing. I’m Ray Toro, by the way,” and he offers his hand again. Frank takes it and shakes his hand, hard.
“Frank,” he grins back. “Iero. Listen, thanks for not-”
“What? Freaking out? Calling you a faggot? Demanding you move your bunk another ten feet from mine?” Frank laughs a little and nods. Ray smiles and shakes his head softly. “No problem, man. I’m not in to all that judgemental shit. I heard its bad for the soul.”
“Guess it is,” he shrugs. “I just hope everyone else shares your opinion.”
“Well,” Ray booms, clapping his hands together and standing up. “If anyone needs persuading you just let me know and I’m sure I can help,” and with the muscles that ripple through the sleeves of his army jacket, Frank really doesn’t doubt that. Ray then takes the photo from Frank and tacks it to the wall. “Just in case you still hadn’t made up your mind.”
“Thanks,” Frank says.
In the three weeks of training, Frank receives precisely zero percent shit from anyone, though he’s pretty sure Ray’s got a lot to do with that. However, he’s treated just the same as everyone else, and if someone gives him an odd look when he kisses Gerard’s picture goodnight and good morning, he never sees it.
When they arrive home and the coach pulls in to the car park, Frank’s the first to fly down the steps, out of the door and over to his beloved. Gerard’s got a million times better looking in the past three weeks, Frank’s sure of it. He throws himself in to one of Gerard’s bear tight hugs, pulling at his hair and kissing him like it’s the very first time.
Pulling back slowly, Frank’s just about to tell Gerard how much he missed him when he sees Ray stood a few feet from them. Every time someone looks over at the two men in a tight embrace, Ray cracks his knuckles until they quickly look away. Frank can’t stop himself from laughing.
“What’s up with you?” asks Gerard with a quirked eyebrow.
Frank shakes his head. “I’ll tell you in the car.”
Pre Soldier!Verse (Frank asking Gerard to move in) - defect_no9;
Frank’s due back from training any minute now and Gerard’s still running around the apartment like some sort of headless chicken. Mikey’s picking Frank up with some bullshit story about Gerard’s car being in the shop, while Gerard cleans up Frank’s apartment and prepares him a slap up meal. Well, his mom prepared the meal earlier, but Gerard will be using his culinary skills to reheat it in about five minute’s time.
From the rather shaky and pissed off phone call Gerard received last week, Frank’s had a pretty rotten time. So, because Gerard is the best boyfriend ever (gold star now, thank you very much), he decided to do something nice. One last dash around Frank’s living room and Gerard nods to himself, finally satisfied. He picks up one of Frank’s favourite DVD’s and pops it in the player before stalking his way over to the kitchen, reciting the heating instructions his mother gave him in his head. Piece of cake, he thinks.
Gerard’s just closing the oven door when there’s a distant jingling of keys. He wipes his hands on the dish cloth that’s tucked in to his belt and skids back in to the living room.
When Frank opens the door he doesn’t really see Gerard at first, just drops his stuff in the corner and swings the door closed again, sighing. He’s just reaching for the phone on the mail table when he finally catches sight of Gerard stood there, grinning, and flinches in surprise. “Hey,” Gerard continues to grin.
Frank tilts his head to the side and gives Gerard a lop sided smile. “Hey,” he replies, quiet and tired. His nose wrinkles a little as he sniffs. “Are you cooking?”
“Yes! Well, not exactly. I’m reheating,” Gerard nods.
“Reheating…” Frank repeats.
“Reheating with love!”
Frank starts laughing and immediately pulls Gerard in to an I fucking missed you, you goof hug, rubbing his face against Gerard’s neck and in hailing his scent. “I fucking missed you, you goof,” he says, smiling in to the shoulder of Gerard’s t-shirt.
Gerard kisses the top of Frank’s head, “Missed you too.”
“I liked having you here when I got home,” Frank says after a moment or so, still clutching Gerard like he’s about to leave. “Coming back to an empty place sucks sometimes.”
“I know,” Gerard replies, stroking his fingers through Frank’s unwashed hair. “Well, maybe we make it a new rule that I’m here every time you get back from training.”
Frank pulls away a little and looks up at Gerard. “Or maybe we just make it a rule that you’re here all the time.” After a few confused moments, Gerard’s eyes widen a little as it finally dawns on him like a led weight what Frank’s actually saying.
“Y’mean, like. If I…” Gerard trails and Frank nods, smiling nervously. “Wow,” he whispers, a little dumbfounded. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?” Frank repeats, eyebrow raised.
“Yeah!” Gerard grins. “Fuck yeah I want to live with you!” With a face splitting grin Frank attaches himself to Gerard again, grabbing the back of his head and kissing him hard. Gerard’s hands tighten on Frank’s waist as he pulls them closer together. Frank whines a little in to Gerard’s mouth and he grabs his boyfriend by the belt loops.
“We’re celebrating now,” he mumbles in to Gerard’s mouth before he starts pulling them both towards the bedroom.
“Wait!” Gerard gasps, tearing his mouth from Frank’s. “My reheating!”