The New Boy - Five
Title: The New Boy
Author: ira_luxuria
Pairing: Frank x Gerard; Bob x Ray; Mikey x Connor (OMC)
Rating: Pg 13 - R
Summary: See title
Pov: First
Dedications: For faithfulriver26 for being such an avid reader and all the commenters. It helps a lot.
Disclaimer: Fake but the plot is cliché I suppose and Connor, Andrew and William are mine.
Authors Note: I realise that you can’t actually get tattoos at 16 but hey it’s fiction right? Gerard is 17 Mikey is the same age as Frank although they are three years apart in real life but it’s fiction.
Prologue//One//Two//Three//Four//
Five
“It’d be a fucking start.” Gerard panicked slightly, it’d be the first time that he’s ever told anyone other than Mikey, he just didn’t know where to start. He supposed he could start from the beginning, from when they were first left here. Gerard fidgeted uncomfortably under Frank’s scrutinizing gaze.
“Well I told you earlier that I’ve been here for sixteen years. I was a year old when I was brought here, Mikey was barely a month old and he did nothing but cry all day as if he sensed something was wrong. That was the day that I remember our parents kissing us on the forehead and we never saw them again, of course we were too young to truly know what it meant. A nun called Sister Nancy unofficially adopted us; she raised us and protected us like a mother should do until I turned twelve and the school received a letter containing some details and a morbid letter stating the time, nature and place of our parents deaths. They’d died in a car accident - “vehicle versus utility pole” - as the letter said. Sister Nancy died the day after the letter came - weak heart they said.” Gerard sighed deeply, his fingers wrapping around the duvet cover.
“The next two years I looked after Mikey as best I could but it was made difficult,” he paused and looked up at Frank to see him staring intently at him. Gerard shivered slightly and continued. “I was starting eight grade I think and this ninth grader who should have been going into tenth grade was held back to redo ninth grade. He was sixteen and I was fourteen, Mikey was a seventh grader going into eighth the following year and I was just beginning to like boys, I mean I’d never done anything to confirm it but the feeling was there, I noticed things I shouldn’t notice; Sister Nancy brought us up Catholic. It was a weekend in January there was snow on the ground still, a few days before we went back to school after the Christmas break. I’d gone for a walk and on my way back to the dorm I was blindfolded and knocked out.
“When I regained consciousness every thing hurt and everything was different. I didn’t recognize anything and I couldn’t see much but I could recognize voices. One sounded familiar and I panicked, I started to struggle but it only caused me more pain. From what I remember I was there for the whole weekend and nobody noticed. Remember when I said that I saved your pretty ass from the single-most terrifying, horrific and unforgetting experience you’d ever have the displeasure to experience? It was the truth.” Frank noticed that Gerard’s voice began to croak slightly so he moved from his bed to sit beside Gerard lending his warmth as reassurance, mumbling that he didn’t have to go on but Gerard shook his head.
“In all Tyler raped me four time in those three days and they were the worst three days of my life; I made a promise to myself that day to never let Mikey go through that and I held to that promise.” Gerard paused and Frank watched as a sick smile curved on his lips. “A year and a half later I got my own back. Watched him get drunk and wander around for someone to fuck so I led him on, only I got him to suck my cock and the stupid fuck believed me when I said that tying him up was all part of the fun. Of course the following day the school was mine, the one person afraid to settle down and the one person who treats the others nicely - the complete opposite to Tyler,” Gerard finished his story and Frank had to give him credit for not breaking down like some other people might have done.
“Fuck.” Frank has never really been a man of many words when someone dropped a bombshell like that on him after only being acquaintances and on one occasion fuck buddies which Frank wanted to make a more than one occasion thing. Frank would have laughed hysterically at Gerard at the moment that he looked over at him from their mirrored positions but he couldn’t bring himself to let that first chuckle escape when he the saw the serious look changing his features.
“Gerard?” “Hmm?” “Why do you do what you do?” Frank tensed as he waited to see if Gerard would reply to a second intimate question in such a short space of time when it didn’t really concern him. This his surprise Gerard answered.
“I suppose there’s a few reasons really. So that Mikey doesn’t go through what I did. I may not show it but I love my brother more than anything, he’s all I have.” At Gerard’s pause, unbeknownst to the other both thought ‘maybe not for long’, but neither would voice it just yet. “I also thought that if I was the one doing the fucking instead of being the fuckee then I wouldn’t get hurt on both a physical and a mental level. But I was wrong.” Gerard has never felt so open, so bared, so incomplete in his life. Not only was he practically baring his soul to the firs Tom, Dick (and in Frank’s case he can be a dick, a fact that Gerard would no doubt pull out of him) and Harry that showed him a good time (and Frank did show him a good time) but he was telling Frank things that he hasn’t even told his brother, the brother he was supposed to protect and failed. In his mind, turning his brother gay was a failure.
“You’re not a failure Gerard,” he heard Frank tell him firmly, it only caused him to shake his head, adamant that he was a failure in all things great and small, the thought not even crossing his mind how Frank had heard him - he has a nasty habit of saying things out loud when they’re best kept quiet. “Frank you don’t understand, I’m different to you thinking I’m a failure is second nature now.” Gerard protested.
“No I understand perfectly. You’re afraid to take what you want -“ “What I want I can’t have so don’t tell me I’m afraid to take it. If I wanted to I could take you or anyone else in this fucking school and guess what Frankie -“ Gerard moved to rest lightly on Frank’s legs, a thigh on either side, “you’d enjoy it.” ’Oh, I just fucking bet I would.’ When Gerard had settled on his lap Frank’s hands of their own accord had rested on Gerard’s hips whether to support him or just to feel the skin above the waistband of his boxers, he would probably never know and if he did he probably wouldn’t give a shit as long as Gerard continued to grind his hips into his.
Frank didn’t want Gerard to move from his lap but a glance at the clock on Gerard’s bedside table showed that it was almost three in the morning and if he was to survive class in a few hours he needed sleep, it’s what he told Gerard and he would have laughed at the look on Gerard’s face but he felt the same or at least he thought he did. Gerard moved from Frank’s lap to allow Frank to slip past him an move to his own bed, Gerard lying down facing the wall, Frank lying on his back his head resting on his folded arms staring blankly up at the ceiling trying to block out the mental images both Gerard’s truth and him on his lap that invaded and attacked his own fragile mind.
“There’s no place like home,” Frank whispered seemingly to the quiet of the room. The simple phrase pulled things from him - this was Gerard’s home and now it was his - Frank still hasn’t gotten over what his parents did but he’s sure in time that he would. His eyelids began to droop as sleep finally began to take him over and he welcomed it, he has never been a deep sleeper only ever getting a few hours of sleep a night if he was lucky. Asleep he didn’t notice Gerard get up and leave, heading to who knows where.
Morning came and Frank woke to the sun shining through the window and it was moments like this when all he wanted was to stay in bed that he really fucking hated sunshine but he forced himself to get up and get dressed and drag his ass to class. Maths first thing on a Tuesday morning was not a good thing so he spent a great deal of the hour long lesson staring down at his hands or out the window or just into space. He has never been so glad to hear the bell signal for English; lately he’s found himself actually looking forward to English when he’s never really been a fan of the class or the language. The teacher was probably his favourite of all, one of three females on the entire staff. Her name was Miss Neave, she was a plump lady with dyed blonde hair - which Frank found to be for a production of Sleeping Beauty a few months earlier - and she had the strangest way of teaching.
“Sit down, don’t make too much noise. I want you to read one book I assigned you mkay? I have papers to grade.” The books in question were either Bram Stoker’s Dracula or Dante’s Girl by Natasha Rhodes. Dante’s Girl from what he can gather is about a girl who learns Dark Arts to avenge the death of her boyfriend and bring down the cabal of supernatural entities that stalk the streets of LA. Naturally, Frank has both and he’s going to read both but the cover of Dante’s Girl reminds him of how pale Gerard’s skin could be. Randomly Frank opens to the first page of Dante’s Girl and reads the opening sentence:
’There is an old saying in Hollywood that God keeps you alive only as long as you’re entertaining; then, when he gets bored of you, he kills you.’
Frank thinks that it is true, God does get bored of humans otherwise He wouldn’t allow anything that happens in the world to happen.
“She’s right you know,” a soft voice spoke gently beside his ear, their warmth adding o his. Their warm breath clammy on his ear sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. “Is she?” Frank questions breathlessly. “Oh yeah. If God really cared about us humans he’s got a fucked way of showing it.”
Frank looked around at the class to see them all staring at the two their mouths still moving, the speech still continuing only none of them were actually paying attention to their lingering conversations too interested in what might and could happen between them and Frank wished it would. “Gerard you do realise that everyone’s staring don’t you?” Gerard laughed in Frank’s ear quietly. “Let them stare. I’m sure you’re used to it.” “I may be used to it, doesn’t mean I’m comfortable with i.” Frank replied completely oblivious to Gerard’s obvious compliment. Gerard sighed inwardly some people could be so stupid. Frank’s teacher was kind enough to let him into the class - he was bored and didn’t have a lesson a plus to living permanently at the school so he wandered wherever he wanted to wander. He’d returned to school with an itch to see Frank one that he hoped would dissipate over the morning it had for about five minutes before it returned with a vengeance and became too much. He needed to see Frank.
Gerard was about to say something in reply to Frank but a loud ringing sounded above them followed by the principal’s voice. “Frank Iero to my office please. Frank Iero.” Frank looked to his teacher who nodded at him without even looking up from her papers. Frank apologized to Gerard by placing a soft kiss on his cheek and packed up his things and left, heading to the principal’s office worrying about what could possibly be wrong. The hardwood door loomed at him as he knocked and entered.
“Principal Jeffery’s? You wanted to see me?” He spoke as he entered the pale blue office of the principal no one ever saw. “Yes Frank, sit down.” Frank sat.
“I trust you’re getting on well here? As I’ve had no complaints from you, the other students or the staff. I have heard on the grapevine that you’re sharing with Gerard Way. I must say he’s a charming young man,” ‘Could you be anymore fucking patronizing?’ Frank thought. “I hope you like your new accommodations and you’re finding the campus okay and everything is fine but I have some news…”
Gerard’s day passed at an agonizingly slow pace too slow for his liking, he needed to speak with his brother about something that he thought was very important to him but could possibly be heart breaking to the entire male population of the school. Before he had been afraid to admit that he liked Frank but now when he spends time out of his hectic schedule of pre-room entrance blowjobs and hand jobs that he realised that he only got those sexual tension relievers because he was frustrated at himself and at Frank, both of them being complete pussies and not giving into their new blatant attraction and affection towards each other. The lunch bell rang shocking him out of his thoughts and he realizes that not only did he not pay attention but he didn’t even unpack his things - of course the teacher didn’t mind no one did if Gerard didn’t pay attention. Hurrying towards the lunch hall, he looked out for Mikey as he did so finding him just entering the lunch hall.
“Mikey!” Gerard called, signalling to head for The Yard when he turned around. Gerard saw Mikey nod, kiss Connor on the cheek and head outside. Gerard followed his skin itchy with anticipation of his confession. As soon as he was outside, he spoke.
“I like Frank.” Mikey replied confusedly, “So do I Gee what - “ Gerard cut him off. “No I like Frank.”
Thanks for reading comments and criticism are both welcome and appreciated.
Author: ira_luxuria
Pairing: Frank x Gerard; Bob x Ray; Mikey x Connor (OMC)
Rating: Pg 13 - R
Summary: See title
Pov: First
Dedications: For faithfulriver26 for being such an avid reader and all the commenters. It helps a lot.
Disclaimer: Fake but the plot is cliché I suppose and Connor, Andrew and William are mine.
Authors Note: I realise that you can’t actually get tattoos at 16 but hey it’s fiction right? Gerard is 17 Mikey is the same age as Frank although they are three years apart in real life but it’s fiction.
Prologue//One//Two//Three//Four//
Five
“It’d be a fucking start.” Gerard panicked slightly, it’d be the first time that he’s ever told anyone other than Mikey, he just didn’t know where to start. He supposed he could start from the beginning, from when they were first left here. Gerard fidgeted uncomfortably under Frank’s scrutinizing gaze.
“Well I told you earlier that I’ve been here for sixteen years. I was a year old when I was brought here, Mikey was barely a month old and he did nothing but cry all day as if he sensed something was wrong. That was the day that I remember our parents kissing us on the forehead and we never saw them again, of course we were too young to truly know what it meant. A nun called Sister Nancy unofficially adopted us; she raised us and protected us like a mother should do until I turned twelve and the school received a letter containing some details and a morbid letter stating the time, nature and place of our parents deaths. They’d died in a car accident - “vehicle versus utility pole” - as the letter said. Sister Nancy died the day after the letter came - weak heart they said.” Gerard sighed deeply, his fingers wrapping around the duvet cover.
“The next two years I looked after Mikey as best I could but it was made difficult,” he paused and looked up at Frank to see him staring intently at him. Gerard shivered slightly and continued. “I was starting eight grade I think and this ninth grader who should have been going into tenth grade was held back to redo ninth grade. He was sixteen and I was fourteen, Mikey was a seventh grader going into eighth the following year and I was just beginning to like boys, I mean I’d never done anything to confirm it but the feeling was there, I noticed things I shouldn’t notice; Sister Nancy brought us up Catholic. It was a weekend in January there was snow on the ground still, a few days before we went back to school after the Christmas break. I’d gone for a walk and on my way back to the dorm I was blindfolded and knocked out.
“When I regained consciousness every thing hurt and everything was different. I didn’t recognize anything and I couldn’t see much but I could recognize voices. One sounded familiar and I panicked, I started to struggle but it only caused me more pain. From what I remember I was there for the whole weekend and nobody noticed. Remember when I said that I saved your pretty ass from the single-most terrifying, horrific and unforgetting experience you’d ever have the displeasure to experience? It was the truth.” Frank noticed that Gerard’s voice began to croak slightly so he moved from his bed to sit beside Gerard lending his warmth as reassurance, mumbling that he didn’t have to go on but Gerard shook his head.
“In all Tyler raped me four time in those three days and they were the worst three days of my life; I made a promise to myself that day to never let Mikey go through that and I held to that promise.” Gerard paused and Frank watched as a sick smile curved on his lips. “A year and a half later I got my own back. Watched him get drunk and wander around for someone to fuck so I led him on, only I got him to suck my cock and the stupid fuck believed me when I said that tying him up was all part of the fun. Of course the following day the school was mine, the one person afraid to settle down and the one person who treats the others nicely - the complete opposite to Tyler,” Gerard finished his story and Frank had to give him credit for not breaking down like some other people might have done.
“Fuck.” Frank has never really been a man of many words when someone dropped a bombshell like that on him after only being acquaintances and on one occasion fuck buddies which Frank wanted to make a more than one occasion thing. Frank would have laughed hysterically at Gerard at the moment that he looked over at him from their mirrored positions but he couldn’t bring himself to let that first chuckle escape when he the saw the serious look changing his features.
“Gerard?” “Hmm?” “Why do you do what you do?” Frank tensed as he waited to see if Gerard would reply to a second intimate question in such a short space of time when it didn’t really concern him. This his surprise Gerard answered.
“I suppose there’s a few reasons really. So that Mikey doesn’t go through what I did. I may not show it but I love my brother more than anything, he’s all I have.” At Gerard’s pause, unbeknownst to the other both thought ‘maybe not for long’, but neither would voice it just yet. “I also thought that if I was the one doing the fucking instead of being the fuckee then I wouldn’t get hurt on both a physical and a mental level. But I was wrong.” Gerard has never felt so open, so bared, so incomplete in his life. Not only was he practically baring his soul to the firs Tom, Dick (and in Frank’s case he can be a dick, a fact that Gerard would no doubt pull out of him) and Harry that showed him a good time (and Frank did show him a good time) but he was telling Frank things that he hasn’t even told his brother, the brother he was supposed to protect and failed. In his mind, turning his brother gay was a failure.
“You’re not a failure Gerard,” he heard Frank tell him firmly, it only caused him to shake his head, adamant that he was a failure in all things great and small, the thought not even crossing his mind how Frank had heard him - he has a nasty habit of saying things out loud when they’re best kept quiet. “Frank you don’t understand, I’m different to you thinking I’m a failure is second nature now.” Gerard protested.
“No I understand perfectly. You’re afraid to take what you want -“ “What I want I can’t have so don’t tell me I’m afraid to take it. If I wanted to I could take you or anyone else in this fucking school and guess what Frankie -“ Gerard moved to rest lightly on Frank’s legs, a thigh on either side, “you’d enjoy it.” ’Oh, I just fucking bet I would.’ When Gerard had settled on his lap Frank’s hands of their own accord had rested on Gerard’s hips whether to support him or just to feel the skin above the waistband of his boxers, he would probably never know and if he did he probably wouldn’t give a shit as long as Gerard continued to grind his hips into his.
Frank didn’t want Gerard to move from his lap but a glance at the clock on Gerard’s bedside table showed that it was almost three in the morning and if he was to survive class in a few hours he needed sleep, it’s what he told Gerard and he would have laughed at the look on Gerard’s face but he felt the same or at least he thought he did. Gerard moved from Frank’s lap to allow Frank to slip past him an move to his own bed, Gerard lying down facing the wall, Frank lying on his back his head resting on his folded arms staring blankly up at the ceiling trying to block out the mental images both Gerard’s truth and him on his lap that invaded and attacked his own fragile mind.
“There’s no place like home,” Frank whispered seemingly to the quiet of the room. The simple phrase pulled things from him - this was Gerard’s home and now it was his - Frank still hasn’t gotten over what his parents did but he’s sure in time that he would. His eyelids began to droop as sleep finally began to take him over and he welcomed it, he has never been a deep sleeper only ever getting a few hours of sleep a night if he was lucky. Asleep he didn’t notice Gerard get up and leave, heading to who knows where.
Morning came and Frank woke to the sun shining through the window and it was moments like this when all he wanted was to stay in bed that he really fucking hated sunshine but he forced himself to get up and get dressed and drag his ass to class. Maths first thing on a Tuesday morning was not a good thing so he spent a great deal of the hour long lesson staring down at his hands or out the window or just into space. He has never been so glad to hear the bell signal for English; lately he’s found himself actually looking forward to English when he’s never really been a fan of the class or the language. The teacher was probably his favourite of all, one of three females on the entire staff. Her name was Miss Neave, she was a plump lady with dyed blonde hair - which Frank found to be for a production of Sleeping Beauty a few months earlier - and she had the strangest way of teaching.
“Sit down, don’t make too much noise. I want you to read one book I assigned you mkay? I have papers to grade.” The books in question were either Bram Stoker’s Dracula or Dante’s Girl by Natasha Rhodes. Dante’s Girl from what he can gather is about a girl who learns Dark Arts to avenge the death of her boyfriend and bring down the cabal of supernatural entities that stalk the streets of LA. Naturally, Frank has both and he’s going to read both but the cover of Dante’s Girl reminds him of how pale Gerard’s skin could be. Randomly Frank opens to the first page of Dante’s Girl and reads the opening sentence:
’There is an old saying in Hollywood that God keeps you alive only as long as you’re entertaining; then, when he gets bored of you, he kills you.’
Frank thinks that it is true, God does get bored of humans otherwise He wouldn’t allow anything that happens in the world to happen.
“She’s right you know,” a soft voice spoke gently beside his ear, their warmth adding o his. Their warm breath clammy on his ear sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. “Is she?” Frank questions breathlessly. “Oh yeah. If God really cared about us humans he’s got a fucked way of showing it.”
Frank looked around at the class to see them all staring at the two their mouths still moving, the speech still continuing only none of them were actually paying attention to their lingering conversations too interested in what might and could happen between them and Frank wished it would. “Gerard you do realise that everyone’s staring don’t you?” Gerard laughed in Frank’s ear quietly. “Let them stare. I’m sure you’re used to it.” “I may be used to it, doesn’t mean I’m comfortable with i.” Frank replied completely oblivious to Gerard’s obvious compliment. Gerard sighed inwardly some people could be so stupid. Frank’s teacher was kind enough to let him into the class - he was bored and didn’t have a lesson a plus to living permanently at the school so he wandered wherever he wanted to wander. He’d returned to school with an itch to see Frank one that he hoped would dissipate over the morning it had for about five minutes before it returned with a vengeance and became too much. He needed to see Frank.
Gerard was about to say something in reply to Frank but a loud ringing sounded above them followed by the principal’s voice. “Frank Iero to my office please. Frank Iero.” Frank looked to his teacher who nodded at him without even looking up from her papers. Frank apologized to Gerard by placing a soft kiss on his cheek and packed up his things and left, heading to the principal’s office worrying about what could possibly be wrong. The hardwood door loomed at him as he knocked and entered.
“Principal Jeffery’s? You wanted to see me?” He spoke as he entered the pale blue office of the principal no one ever saw. “Yes Frank, sit down.” Frank sat.
“I trust you’re getting on well here? As I’ve had no complaints from you, the other students or the staff. I have heard on the grapevine that you’re sharing with Gerard Way. I must say he’s a charming young man,” ‘Could you be anymore fucking patronizing?’ Frank thought. “I hope you like your new accommodations and you’re finding the campus okay and everything is fine but I have some news…”
Gerard’s day passed at an agonizingly slow pace too slow for his liking, he needed to speak with his brother about something that he thought was very important to him but could possibly be heart breaking to the entire male population of the school. Before he had been afraid to admit that he liked Frank but now when he spends time out of his hectic schedule of pre-room entrance blowjobs and hand jobs that he realised that he only got those sexual tension relievers because he was frustrated at himself and at Frank, both of them being complete pussies and not giving into their new blatant attraction and affection towards each other. The lunch bell rang shocking him out of his thoughts and he realizes that not only did he not pay attention but he didn’t even unpack his things - of course the teacher didn’t mind no one did if Gerard didn’t pay attention. Hurrying towards the lunch hall, he looked out for Mikey as he did so finding him just entering the lunch hall.
“Mikey!” Gerard called, signalling to head for The Yard when he turned around. Gerard saw Mikey nod, kiss Connor on the cheek and head outside. Gerard followed his skin itchy with anticipation of his confession. As soon as he was outside, he spoke.
“I like Frank.” Mikey replied confusedly, “So do I Gee what - “ Gerard cut him off. “No I like Frank.”
Thanks for reading comments and criticism are both welcome and appreciated.