The New Boy - Seven
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, silencing_sam, comeththegirl andsilveremmie for being such avid readers 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.
WARNING: Shitty dialogue and overuse of brackets and italics
Prologue//One//Two//Three//Four// Five// Six//
Seven
WARNING: Shitty dialogue and over use of brackets and italics
In yet another moment of weakness Frank had claimed Gerard as his own when Gerard wasn’t his to claim but Frank’s mind told him - he isn’t anyone else’s either so really he’s there for the taking. Shaking his head, Frank scolded himself, he couldn’t belong to anyone he wasn’t that sort of person, the type to settle down and play Suzy Homemaker. He’d wrecked his home, his parents were gone - they didn’t want him, Gerard kicked him out after their second sexcapade - he didn’t want him and as he paced the bathroom floor random malicious thoughts attacked his already fragile mind. “You’re useless.” “Who’d want you?” “You’re fucking pathetic!” and the like. He stopped and looked at himself in the mirror, his dark hair was even more dishevelled than it usually was, his lips were red and raw from kissing and from biting down on them during the sex; his neck and jaw line were littered with tiny red marks in the relative outline of Gerard’s pinprick teeth; his face was chubby, his stomach flabby, he had fat thighs and his ass was massive.
He was ugly.
No matter what people said or how many people he fucked he couldn’t change the fact that he was ugly. He needed to lose weight, he needed to do this and do that. What he needed was a corridor away talking to his equally hot brother. ‘It has to run in the family,’ he thought. Both the Way brothers were gorgeous, Mikey was dating Connor who was just as hot; fuck even Ray and Bob had something going for them. But Gerard, Gerard had wanted him. ‘ Jesus, God is one fucked up entity. Those two are two of the worst cockteases I have ever met.’
Frank would have continued his own personal tirade but the door to the bathroom opened and he was joined by Tyler. He hadn’t liked him before but since Gerard’s story that dislike had evolved into distaste and pure hatred. Glaring at him in the mirror Frank watched as he leaned supposedly seductively against the door blocking Frank’s escape; if Frank was anyone else he would have been afraid but Frank was never afraid.
“Was he good?” Tyler sneered.
“I don’t think it’s any of your business,” Frank replied, his voice completely emotionless. He really hated Tyler right now.
“That’s where you’re wrong Frankie boy. I taught him everything he knows. Everything.”
“No! You took advantage of a child, you sick fuck. You abused someone who didn’t know any different and look what you’ve turned him into. He doesn’t have his own life anymore. He’s living yours. You haven’t taught him anything except to get people to bend over for him.” Frank remarked, his eyes closed oblivious to the fact that Tyler had moved to allow Gerard into the bathroom who was staring at him with small tears in his eyes.
“Like you, you mean.” Frank’s eyes shot open when he heard Gerard’s voice crack behind him.
“Gerard! What-” Frank cleared his throat. “What are you doing here?”
“Connor came to get me when he realised he could hear your voice from inside but couldn’t get in.” Gerard tried to keep his voice neutral. “Like you Frank. What have you turned into that’s any different from what I am? We’re both living someone else’s life and all we know is how to get people to bend over for us. It’s what we do best Frank. We can’t change it so there’s no use trying.”
“Don’t be so defeatist Gerard. You know we can change.” Frank took a few shaky steps before walking straight to Gerard, putting his hands on Gerard’s shoulders for balance he leaned up putting his lips to Gerard’s ear, ignoring the fact that Tyler was there and could hear what he was about to say. “When was the last time you slept with the same person more than once?” Nipping at his ear lobe to prove a point then he turned to Tyler a look of malice on his face. “If you touch anyone at this school who doesn’t want it. I’ll have your bollocks for breakfast and I’ll have you arrested for molestation or rape whichever I prefer.” Then Frank left, Gerard following close behind although keeping a safe distance between them, both of them ignoring the students around them waiting for the outcome of the ‘fight’. They’re going to be disappointed.
They didn’t even have the door to their room closed before their lips were attached, hands roaming and one of Frank’s legs wrapped around Gerard’s waist pulling their groins together; both of them ignoring the fact that a. They just had sex and b. Half the building was outside their door and could probably hear every single moan, grunt and groan they were both making and blissfully unaware that they were not alone. A fact that was soon made clear with a simple clearing of the throat. Gerard and Frank froze, still in their compromising position Gerard pinning Frank to their door, a hand on Frank’s thigh using it to pull their lower halves together and the other on his neck, both of Frank’s hands gripping Gerard’s face, their lips still touching.
“If you two are gonna fuck can you at least wait for Connor to get here so we can watch?” Mikey’s voice was filled with laughter at the two. It turns into a full laugh when Gerard groans.
“Mikey what are you doing here?” “Well apparently I’m going to watch you fuck Frank against the door. Now don’t get me wrong it would be a very nice sight but I’d rather not see my brother’s dick if I can help it.” Still Mikey’s voice was filled with laughter. “But seriously we need to figure out what we’re going to do when you turn eighteen. Principal Jeffery’s came to see me in class today. He plans to kick us out to live on our own when you do, me included although he said that I can continue you my education here until I’m eighteen but when you leave I have to go with you. Apparently he’s sick of you distracting the other students and desires that you stop whoring around and either ‘settle down’ or get the fuck out.”
“Mikey, don’t fuck me about. You can’t be serious.”
Frank who had remained silent at Gerard’s back placed a tattooed hand over the cloth covering Gerard’s skin wishing that is was the cool, pale expanse that he so wanted to mark again that he was touching. Frank knew that Mikey was in fact serious, the principal said the same to him although he really has no idea why, he is in no way attached to the two brothers except of course his and Gerard’s two sexual encounters even though they weren’t really attached more like connected, which reminds him he’s got a bone to pick with Gerard. Mikey shook his head mumbling that “he was deadly serious and they should take the weekend off to look for a place to live close by so he could be with Connor and that Gerard could be with Frank,” the smirk on Mikey’s face shocked Frank and Gerard’s protests that he was not with Frank pissed him off he so couldn’t wait for Mikey to leave.
When Mikey finally left, Frank refused to look at Gerard or act like a teenage girl, Gerard sat down on his bed moving away from the comforting presence at his back, his erection well and truly deflated.
“Never,” he spoke defeated. Throughout most of Mikey talking he’d been thinking about Frank’s earlier words.
“Never what?” Frank replied, his expression and voice neutral. He didn’t really want to hear what Gerard had to say but he figured he’d be polite at least and what the Hell he was talking about otherwise, he wouldn’t hear the last of it.
“What you said in the bathroom, when was the last time that I slept with the same person more than once. The answer is never. I haven’t and I never expected that I would. But as I said before you came along and everything changed. I mean before I wouldn’t have fucked anybody against a door with half the dorm outside but I was ready to do you right there.” The only emotion decipherable in the mass of them in Gerard’s tone of voice was shame. Frank would have laughed that Gerard was ashamed to want him but he was currently beyond pissed off and confused. ’What am I to Gerard? Am I just an available piece of ass?’ ‘No you thick shit. He’s got an entire school of more than available males who would gladly bend over at a click of devilishly artistic fingers. You’re such a moron. You are Frank Iero! You had a whole school willing to do the same and you’re worried about what he thinks of you!’ Frank shook his head at his own thoughts, he really could be a moron at times.
“Okay then.” Frank replied as he stripped off his jeans and t-shirt and headed off to brush his teeth. Gerard, shocked, followed him. “Okay then? Is that it?” He asked incredulously.
“Well yeah. I mean what do you want me to say? ‘Sorry I’ve fucked up your perfect operation’? Or ‘Sorry we can’t keep our hands off each other or stop arguing long enough to have a civilized conversation’? I’m not. I’m not sorry, we’ve both lived our lives out the same way - class then fuck - neither of us have settled down and we probably won’t either. Things are routine with us. But we need to figure out a way for you to not get kicked out of school,” Frank rambled while silently he added: ‘because I don’t get my old house until a roommates eighteen.’ “When even is your birthday?”
“April 9th. Wait, what do you mean we? There is no we. There is no us.” Gerard stated while Frank finished brushing his teeth, he turned, walked to Gerard placed a chaste peck on his lips, turned out the bathroom light and crawled into bed, a smile on his face and a plan forming in his head. Gerard followed Frank’s lead minutes after and lay awake for several hours before falling to sleep.
The following day at school passed uneventfully, Chemistry followed by Geography followed by Maths (where some guy puked his guts up all over the teacher and everyone laughed at him Frank included) followed by Religion (where Frank spent a great deal of the lesson being preached at by some frumpy old lady with runs in her stockings, bright red lipstick on her yellow teeth and six cans of hair spray on the mop she called hair - about why homosexuals should go to Hell to which Frank told her to go fuck herself which resulted in him being kicked out the class with five minutes left) to where Frank is now sitting in the school library jotting down the final details of the plan he has named Operation-Keep-Gerard-In-School while being ranted at in a harsh whisper by the referral teacher to keep quite and stop his pen scratching. Frank doesn’t really know why he’s helping Gerard or why he’s thinking what he’s thinking or why he’s making plans to give Gerard and Mikey his old house when Gerard turns eighteen instead of keeping it empty in case his parents return.
The finishing touches to his plan are added just as the bell for lunch rings, he hurriedly packs up his things and rushes out to Mikey’s locker his plan in hand just before the lunch rush. He slides the piece of paper with the Way brothers and his own possible future into the slits of Mikey’s locker knowing that Mikey would put his book bag in there and the plan would fall out. Then like nothing happened he strolled off towards the lunch hall, grabbing a tray as he entered and heading to join the lunch queue; his food put on the plate he made his way to a table in the corner away from everyone purposely avoiding Gerard’s table even though he knows he’ll be looked for when they realise that he is not there. The slop that they call food is incredibly unappetising so he sits and absently pushes the fork around smiling slightly when he realises that he did the exact same thing the first time he came here.
Meanwhile Mikey and Connor head to Mikey’s locker from Connor’s to put his book bag in it before they go to lunch, since Principal Jeffery’s ultimatum - settle down of get out - Mikey’s mind has been on total overdrive - panicking, freaking out, loss of concentration; the works - but as Mikey inputs the code - 14-2-25 - into his locker he is surprised to find a piece of paper with his name on it in unfamiliar writing. He opens it and four words greet him.
“I have a plan…” and another bit of paper attached with said plan written on it and Frank’s name scrawled messily in the lower right hand corner. As Mikey skimmed the paper he had to hand it to the little guy it was a pretty good idea only would it work? He quickly showed Connor, slammed his locker door completely forgetting why he even went there in the first place and they scuttled off to the lunch hall on the look out for both his brother and Frank. When they entered the lunch hall their automatic reaction was to head for their table but now it was empty. Scanning the steadily growing crowd for a familiar face they head over to the table Frank is at when they spot him and they are not even seated when they Mikey speaks:
“It won’t work.”
“Oh Mikey don’t be so pessimistic. Will you at least run it by him? It’s only till his birthday it’s only a few months.” Frank pulls a puppy dog face and sticks his bottom lip out, a face that had always worked on his parents. However it is not Mikey who cracks.
“Oh okay but we warned you.” Connor states flatly.
Later on when they’re getting ready for bed Frank comments at Gerard. “Hey Gerard?” He continues in a sweet voice when Gerard acknowledges him with a grunt. “Seriously next time. Would it kill you to use lube? My ass felt like it was on fire.”
Gerard feel to sleep shortly after, his final thought “Next time?”
Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are both welcomed 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, silencing_sam, comeththegirl andsilveremmie for being such avid readers 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.
WARNING: Shitty dialogue and overuse of brackets and italics
Prologue//One//Two//Three//Four// Five// Six//
Seven
WARNING: Shitty dialogue and over use of brackets and italics
In yet another moment of weakness Frank had claimed Gerard as his own when Gerard wasn’t his to claim but Frank’s mind told him - he isn’t anyone else’s either so really he’s there for the taking. Shaking his head, Frank scolded himself, he couldn’t belong to anyone he wasn’t that sort of person, the type to settle down and play Suzy Homemaker. He’d wrecked his home, his parents were gone - they didn’t want him, Gerard kicked him out after their second sexcapade - he didn’t want him and as he paced the bathroom floor random malicious thoughts attacked his already fragile mind. “You’re useless.” “Who’d want you?” “You’re fucking pathetic!” and the like. He stopped and looked at himself in the mirror, his dark hair was even more dishevelled than it usually was, his lips were red and raw from kissing and from biting down on them during the sex; his neck and jaw line were littered with tiny red marks in the relative outline of Gerard’s pinprick teeth; his face was chubby, his stomach flabby, he had fat thighs and his ass was massive.
He was ugly.
No matter what people said or how many people he fucked he couldn’t change the fact that he was ugly. He needed to lose weight, he needed to do this and do that. What he needed was a corridor away talking to his equally hot brother. ‘It has to run in the family,’ he thought. Both the Way brothers were gorgeous, Mikey was dating Connor who was just as hot; fuck even Ray and Bob had something going for them. But Gerard, Gerard had wanted him. ‘ Jesus, God is one fucked up entity. Those two are two of the worst cockteases I have ever met.’
Frank would have continued his own personal tirade but the door to the bathroom opened and he was joined by Tyler. He hadn’t liked him before but since Gerard’s story that dislike had evolved into distaste and pure hatred. Glaring at him in the mirror Frank watched as he leaned supposedly seductively against the door blocking Frank’s escape; if Frank was anyone else he would have been afraid but Frank was never afraid.
“Was he good?” Tyler sneered.
“I don’t think it’s any of your business,” Frank replied, his voice completely emotionless. He really hated Tyler right now.
“That’s where you’re wrong Frankie boy. I taught him everything he knows. Everything.”
“No! You took advantage of a child, you sick fuck. You abused someone who didn’t know any different and look what you’ve turned him into. He doesn’t have his own life anymore. He’s living yours. You haven’t taught him anything except to get people to bend over for him.” Frank remarked, his eyes closed oblivious to the fact that Tyler had moved to allow Gerard into the bathroom who was staring at him with small tears in his eyes.
“Like you, you mean.” Frank’s eyes shot open when he heard Gerard’s voice crack behind him.
“Gerard! What-” Frank cleared his throat. “What are you doing here?”
“Connor came to get me when he realised he could hear your voice from inside but couldn’t get in.” Gerard tried to keep his voice neutral. “Like you Frank. What have you turned into that’s any different from what I am? We’re both living someone else’s life and all we know is how to get people to bend over for us. It’s what we do best Frank. We can’t change it so there’s no use trying.”
“Don’t be so defeatist Gerard. You know we can change.” Frank took a few shaky steps before walking straight to Gerard, putting his hands on Gerard’s shoulders for balance he leaned up putting his lips to Gerard’s ear, ignoring the fact that Tyler was there and could hear what he was about to say. “When was the last time you slept with the same person more than once?” Nipping at his ear lobe to prove a point then he turned to Tyler a look of malice on his face. “If you touch anyone at this school who doesn’t want it. I’ll have your bollocks for breakfast and I’ll have you arrested for molestation or rape whichever I prefer.” Then Frank left, Gerard following close behind although keeping a safe distance between them, both of them ignoring the students around them waiting for the outcome of the ‘fight’. They’re going to be disappointed.
They didn’t even have the door to their room closed before their lips were attached, hands roaming and one of Frank’s legs wrapped around Gerard’s waist pulling their groins together; both of them ignoring the fact that a. They just had sex and b. Half the building was outside their door and could probably hear every single moan, grunt and groan they were both making and blissfully unaware that they were not alone. A fact that was soon made clear with a simple clearing of the throat. Gerard and Frank froze, still in their compromising position Gerard pinning Frank to their door, a hand on Frank’s thigh using it to pull their lower halves together and the other on his neck, both of Frank’s hands gripping Gerard’s face, their lips still touching.
“If you two are gonna fuck can you at least wait for Connor to get here so we can watch?” Mikey’s voice was filled with laughter at the two. It turns into a full laugh when Gerard groans.
“Mikey what are you doing here?” “Well apparently I’m going to watch you fuck Frank against the door. Now don’t get me wrong it would be a very nice sight but I’d rather not see my brother’s dick if I can help it.” Still Mikey’s voice was filled with laughter. “But seriously we need to figure out what we’re going to do when you turn eighteen. Principal Jeffery’s came to see me in class today. He plans to kick us out to live on our own when you do, me included although he said that I can continue you my education here until I’m eighteen but when you leave I have to go with you. Apparently he’s sick of you distracting the other students and desires that you stop whoring around and either ‘settle down’ or get the fuck out.”
“Mikey, don’t fuck me about. You can’t be serious.”
Frank who had remained silent at Gerard’s back placed a tattooed hand over the cloth covering Gerard’s skin wishing that is was the cool, pale expanse that he so wanted to mark again that he was touching. Frank knew that Mikey was in fact serious, the principal said the same to him although he really has no idea why, he is in no way attached to the two brothers except of course his and Gerard’s two sexual encounters even though they weren’t really attached more like connected, which reminds him he’s got a bone to pick with Gerard. Mikey shook his head mumbling that “he was deadly serious and they should take the weekend off to look for a place to live close by so he could be with Connor and that Gerard could be with Frank,” the smirk on Mikey’s face shocked Frank and Gerard’s protests that he was not with Frank pissed him off he so couldn’t wait for Mikey to leave.
When Mikey finally left, Frank refused to look at Gerard or act like a teenage girl, Gerard sat down on his bed moving away from the comforting presence at his back, his erection well and truly deflated.
“Never,” he spoke defeated. Throughout most of Mikey talking he’d been thinking about Frank’s earlier words.
“Never what?” Frank replied, his expression and voice neutral. He didn’t really want to hear what Gerard had to say but he figured he’d be polite at least and what the Hell he was talking about otherwise, he wouldn’t hear the last of it.
“What you said in the bathroom, when was the last time that I slept with the same person more than once. The answer is never. I haven’t and I never expected that I would. But as I said before you came along and everything changed. I mean before I wouldn’t have fucked anybody against a door with half the dorm outside but I was ready to do you right there.” The only emotion decipherable in the mass of them in Gerard’s tone of voice was shame. Frank would have laughed that Gerard was ashamed to want him but he was currently beyond pissed off and confused. ’What am I to Gerard? Am I just an available piece of ass?’ ‘No you thick shit. He’s got an entire school of more than available males who would gladly bend over at a click of devilishly artistic fingers. You’re such a moron. You are Frank Iero! You had a whole school willing to do the same and you’re worried about what he thinks of you!’ Frank shook his head at his own thoughts, he really could be a moron at times.
“Okay then.” Frank replied as he stripped off his jeans and t-shirt and headed off to brush his teeth. Gerard, shocked, followed him. “Okay then? Is that it?” He asked incredulously.
“Well yeah. I mean what do you want me to say? ‘Sorry I’ve fucked up your perfect operation’? Or ‘Sorry we can’t keep our hands off each other or stop arguing long enough to have a civilized conversation’? I’m not. I’m not sorry, we’ve both lived our lives out the same way - class then fuck - neither of us have settled down and we probably won’t either. Things are routine with us. But we need to figure out a way for you to not get kicked out of school,” Frank rambled while silently he added: ‘because I don’t get my old house until a roommates eighteen.’ “When even is your birthday?”
“April 9th. Wait, what do you mean we? There is no we. There is no us.” Gerard stated while Frank finished brushing his teeth, he turned, walked to Gerard placed a chaste peck on his lips, turned out the bathroom light and crawled into bed, a smile on his face and a plan forming in his head. Gerard followed Frank’s lead minutes after and lay awake for several hours before falling to sleep.
The following day at school passed uneventfully, Chemistry followed by Geography followed by Maths (where some guy puked his guts up all over the teacher and everyone laughed at him Frank included) followed by Religion (where Frank spent a great deal of the lesson being preached at by some frumpy old lady with runs in her stockings, bright red lipstick on her yellow teeth and six cans of hair spray on the mop she called hair - about why homosexuals should go to Hell to which Frank told her to go fuck herself which resulted in him being kicked out the class with five minutes left) to where Frank is now sitting in the school library jotting down the final details of the plan he has named Operation-Keep-Gerard-In-School while being ranted at in a harsh whisper by the referral teacher to keep quite and stop his pen scratching. Frank doesn’t really know why he’s helping Gerard or why he’s thinking what he’s thinking or why he’s making plans to give Gerard and Mikey his old house when Gerard turns eighteen instead of keeping it empty in case his parents return.
The finishing touches to his plan are added just as the bell for lunch rings, he hurriedly packs up his things and rushes out to Mikey’s locker his plan in hand just before the lunch rush. He slides the piece of paper with the Way brothers and his own possible future into the slits of Mikey’s locker knowing that Mikey would put his book bag in there and the plan would fall out. Then like nothing happened he strolled off towards the lunch hall, grabbing a tray as he entered and heading to join the lunch queue; his food put on the plate he made his way to a table in the corner away from everyone purposely avoiding Gerard’s table even though he knows he’ll be looked for when they realise that he is not there. The slop that they call food is incredibly unappetising so he sits and absently pushes the fork around smiling slightly when he realises that he did the exact same thing the first time he came here.
Meanwhile Mikey and Connor head to Mikey’s locker from Connor’s to put his book bag in it before they go to lunch, since Principal Jeffery’s ultimatum - settle down of get out - Mikey’s mind has been on total overdrive - panicking, freaking out, loss of concentration; the works - but as Mikey inputs the code - 14-2-25 - into his locker he is surprised to find a piece of paper with his name on it in unfamiliar writing. He opens it and four words greet him.
“I have a plan…” and another bit of paper attached with said plan written on it and Frank’s name scrawled messily in the lower right hand corner. As Mikey skimmed the paper he had to hand it to the little guy it was a pretty good idea only would it work? He quickly showed Connor, slammed his locker door completely forgetting why he even went there in the first place and they scuttled off to the lunch hall on the look out for both his brother and Frank. When they entered the lunch hall their automatic reaction was to head for their table but now it was empty. Scanning the steadily growing crowd for a familiar face they head over to the table Frank is at when they spot him and they are not even seated when they Mikey speaks:
“It won’t work.”
“Oh Mikey don’t be so pessimistic. Will you at least run it by him? It’s only till his birthday it’s only a few months.” Frank pulls a puppy dog face and sticks his bottom lip out, a face that had always worked on his parents. However it is not Mikey who cracks.
“Oh okay but we warned you.” Connor states flatly.
Later on when they’re getting ready for bed Frank comments at Gerard. “Hey Gerard?” He continues in a sweet voice when Gerard acknowledges him with a grunt. “Seriously next time. Would it kill you to use lube? My ass felt like it was on fire.”
Gerard feel to sleep shortly after, his final thought “Next time?”
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