The New Boy - Eight
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: Possible disappointing chapter end
Prologue//One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six//Seven
Eight
WARNING: Possible disappointing chapter end
The following day Gerard was glad they had it off, there was always one day a week they had off for one reason or another and it was on of those times where Gerard wanted a four-day weekend. Luckily the previous night the heating had broken so class was cancelled that morning - a tanoy at 2 in the morning to let everybody know and of course wake everybody up - and so Gerard planned to do nothing but sketch all day. But his plan was ruined. Gerard awoke to five familiar faces staring back at him, when he had rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up oblivious to the fact that he was nearly naked they spoke.
“We” “Have” “Got” “A” “Plan,” each one saying one word in the order that they were seated - Ray, Bob, Mikey, Connor, Frank - and each one had a huge smile on their faces. Four he has seen nearly every day for years but Frank’s was bright and unfaltering in its cheesiness and Gerard had to smile albeit a small one at this ungodly hour, Gerard chuckled at their enthusiasm.
“Okay, lemme have a shower and wake up and stuff then you can tell me okay?” Gerard stated tiredly. Frank - who at the mention of shower - had to apply a large amount of mental and physical force to himself just so he could stop himself from standing and following Gerard like a lost puppy attaching itself to the first moving object that it saw. He was beginning, he knew, to like Gerard a lot more than he both should and ever has. He was not the type to get himself attached to anyone and yet he can see himself with Gerard for the rest of their natural lives but he put it down to being a teenager. Twenty minutes passed in a hushed silence, the other four quietly discussing the plan while Frank listened to Gerard in the shower discreetly and he could have sworn that he heard Gerard moan but he shook his head and put it down to an over active imagination. When Gerard got out of the shower, Frank’s jaw dropped slightly and if he was a girl he would have creamed himself.
Beads of water from his dripping hair trailed down his smooth neck and his broad shoulders and his toned chest and stomach. A few disappeared in his belly button, others melting into the thin happy trail of short hairs that lead beneath the white towel wrapped loosely around his lean hips. Frank was mentally egging said towel on ’Drop. Drop. Drop. Please drop,’ and he could just imagine himself getting down on his knees for what lay beneath that towel. He was jolted out of his own twisted imagination by Mikey’s partially stuffy voice.
“Yo Gee. Put some fucking clothes on would ya? I already said I don’t wanna see your dick, I don’t wanna see anything else.” Frank looked from Mikey’s face to Gerard’s finger, which was in his mouth for a few seconds before he’s trailing the digit in the same way that Frank’s eyes had followed the beads of water.
“You know you want me,” he heard Gerard chuckle as he turned to get dressed and Frank bit his tongue to keep from sighing out “Fuck yeah,” but what freaked him out more than his own thoughts was Mikey’s silence. He was again jolted from his thoughts by Connor’s voice in his ear. “Close your mouth Frank,” he did smashing his teeth together before chewing nervously on his lip ring as he watched Gerard sit and the other four bombarded him with the plan all speaking at the same time.
“We want you to go out with Frank!” If it was even possible Frank’s eyes widened further.
“What?!” Gerard, Mikey thinks, has never been so shocked in all his sixteen years of being related. So it was a natural reaction for him to comfort his brother. “It’s only pretend Gee. It’s not like you have to sleep with him,” Mikey smirked and neither Frank nor Gerard liked that smirk for entirely different reasons. “Just during school, all you gotta do is act like you’re going out holding hands and stuff like that.”
“Whose crackpot idea was this?” In unison Ray, Bob, Mikey and Connor say, “Frank’s.” Frank rolls his eyes at them. “Gerard it’s just until your birthday. It’s the only way you can stay in school. Then when you’re eighteen we stop. I mean it’s only the little things.” Frank doesn’t know if the others know the meaning to his words but from the look on Gerard’s face proves that he does and a small smile curves on his lips.
“Just until my birthday?” Gerard asks and watches as his friends nod at him. It’s his brother that makes him do what he’s never done. “Fine,” he’s reluctant at first but the glee on his brother’s face makes him sigh. Pissed at him for even considering agreeing to this stupid idea. ‘Anything for Mikey’. That’s his reason he thinks he’d do anything for Mikey not the fact that he’d be pretending to be dating Frank. The Frank who’d been the equivalent of him, who to his knowledge has not slept with anyone else other than him. Frank who enjoys teasing him more than he enjoys being teased.
“This is going to be pure torture,” Gerard mumbles under his breath as Ray, Bob, Mikey and Connor leave. Frank chuckles at him. “Surely I’m not that bad? After all you wouldn’t have agreed to this ‘crackpot idea’”
“Listen you little shit,” Gerard half spat out through gritted teeth, his fingers gripping Frank’s jaw pulling him up to his tip toes. “I’m doing this for Mikey. I’ve got a few rules that you have to follow. 1. No tongue.”
“Oh but you weren’t saying that earlier when your tongue was so far down my throat you were practically touching my tonsils.”
"Number 2. No shitty pet names,” to which Frank cut him off again. “What? I can’t call you honey bunch or pumpkin,” his smirk is back and it widened when Gerard said no firmly. “Fine. What about babe or baby? Like Mikey, Connor, Ray and Bob do? Or am I stuck with calling you Gerard cause you wanna spoil my fun?”
Gerard released Frank and stepped back, his hands falling to his side and witching nervously against the air. “You can call me Gee, ‘babe’ and ‘baby’ are acceptable in the right context and if you really have to otherwise don’t.” Gerard paused in thought. “Number three. No inappropriate behaviour.” At that rule, Frank’s dark eyes widened and Gerard watched as they seemed to darken further still almost black against the pale of his skin. A striking difference to before.
“Okay you finished? I got a rule. If we’re going to pull this little charade off you’re not allowed to sleep, touch or receive a hand job/blowjob from anyone.” His smile was evil as he looked at Gerard, eye contact made a little difficult due to Frank’s size but he managed.
“Are you shitting me?”
“Not at all, if this is going to work I’m gonna have to be able to trust you to do this for me. We have to make people believe it by doing what everyone else in a couple does,” Frank reasoned.
“Frank we are not a couple.”
“Oh shut up. During school hours we are. So we have to make a show of it considering the fact that there are people at the window looking in. No, don’t look.” Frank said when Gerard went to look. “Just turn and go over to your bedside table, pretend to get something out, look discreetly then come back. Simple as.” To anyone else Gerard would have told them to get fucked for ordering him about but there was something about the younger boy that made it okay. Doing what Frank said Gerard moved to his bedside table, looking out the corner of his eye to see there was in fact students out there, opening the drawer Gerard looked down and saw something that would make their day; as he turned he slipped them into his back pocket leaving them loosely hanging out then he walked to Frank putting a sway to his hips half-laughing when he felt eyes on his rear and Frank’s on his front. Reaching Frank he put his fingers to the base of Frank’s ‘Homophobia is Gay’ t-shirt to which he had laughed at in the shower - it was a good truth - lifting the hem of it and letting his fingers play annoyingly on his skin, feeling the muscle ripple under his feather-light touch.
Tugging the bright red t-shirt off Gerard tossed it over his shoulder to land wherever it may, he returned his fingers to Frank’s skin trailing them over the ink and on his abdomen laughing when his stomach muscles contracted as he lightly tickled the skin, his nails dragged over Frank’s nipples as he made his way slowly around him, his hands over Frank’s shoulders and down his arms to his wrists where Gerard circled them with his long fingers, pulling his arms back behind him as he pulled out yet another toy locking his hands together. Gerard put his lips on Frank’s broad shoulder, his green eyes on the gathered crowd as he purposely dragged his tongue up from Frank’s shoulder over the scorpion on his neck and to the erogenous zone behind his ear.
Breathless, Frank panted. “What - What are you doing?” He tugged at his handcuffed hands, itching to touch Gerard. Gerard’s smug reply should have shocked him but it didn’t.
“Making a show of it,” standing on a side view in front of Frank he popped the button of his jeans, he showed the key to the handcuffs both to Frank and the gathered crowd he was having trouble ignoring then the small piece of silver - chain along for the ride - disappeared down his trousers and boxers. Frank’s eyes widened and darkened with lust, ‘he can’t expect me to go down his boxers!’ Returning to stand in front of Frank, the button still open on his jeans he spoke in a low voice.
“Get the key.” If possible Frank’s eyes widened more, “are you fucking kidding me?” he hissed through his teeth as Gerard’s hands pushed him by the shoulders to his knees. Gerard’s expression was deadly serious as Frank looked up and Gerard looked down at him. Now that Frank thinks about it he had thought about doing just this only moments before this had even come to be.
“I said, get the key bitch!”
Frank licked his lips as he rose to a little higher on his knees putting his face just above the waistband of Gerard’s open jeans, placing his lips at the point where Gerard’s happy trail disappeared beneath layers of fabric he placed a brief kiss there, his tongue flicking out momentarily. He moved and grasped the zipped between his teeth and tugged with less difficulty that most, his chin bumping Gerard’s erection as he did so. The fly undone Frank watched with impatient lust as Gerard tugged his jeans down a little before returning them to his side as if to show the crowd that Frank was doing it all by himself. Just wanting his own back Frank breathed over Gerard’s clothed erection, his own pressing painfully against the denim confines of his jeans. Out of the corner of his eye Frank spotted the silver of the key chain poking out of Gerard’s boxer leg; seizing his opportunity Frank dipped his head to the chain biting down slightly on the erogenous zone on Gerard’s thigh before clamping his teeth around the chain, pulling it out he leaned to the side and spat the key out on the floor.
“Good boy,” Frank heard Gerard mutter his voice heavily laced with lust. His erection strained against his boxers as he looked down at Frank on his knees.
“Does little Frankie want to be uncuffed?” Gerard patronized Frank whose angry eyes betrayed his speech. “Yes,” the single word soft and quiet unlike his eyes, which seemed to burn as he glared daggers at Gerard.
“Then little Frankie knows what he has to do,” Frank knew what he had to do didn’t mean he was gonna do it at least not with people watching.
“No.” Frank said quietly, his fingers twisting behind his back searching for the small trigger release hoping that these handcuffs have one. When they do find it he almost sighs in relief, struggling to stand he keeps his hands behind his back, leaning back slightly toward the door he leans against it. “Gee baby would you close the curtains? You know I don’t like people watching when you fuck me.” He puts as much sweetness as he possibly can into his voice. “Will you do it for your little Frankie?” At that moment, Frank wasn’t sure if he was playing along or whether he was serious and that would gladly be Gerard’s “Little Frankie” if it meant he’d be treated like the whore he was more often. Although he found “little” kind of offensive.
Frank watched with dark eyes as Gerard moved to the window waving at the other students as he pulled the curtains closed, blocking out much of the light and the watchful faces. Sighing Gerard lay down on his bed, his erection still making a tent in his jeans. Slipping his hands from the cuffs, Frank locked the door to their room; quietly he walked towards Gerard, determination glistening in his eyes. Smirking, he slid onto Gerard’s lap looking down at him, with his hand covering his face only his mouth visible.
“What are you doing?” “You have to promise me you’ll follow my rule.” Frank isn’t quite sure why he’s worried about what Gerard may or may not do maybe it’s just that he doesn’t want to lose them.
“I’m not promising you shit.”
Frank chuckled lightly as he manoeuvred Gerard’s jeans and boxers away from his swollen member.
“Now what are you doing?”
“Getting my promise.”
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: Possible disappointing chapter end
Prologue//One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six//Seven
Eight
WARNING: Possible disappointing chapter end
The following day Gerard was glad they had it off, there was always one day a week they had off for one reason or another and it was on of those times where Gerard wanted a four-day weekend. Luckily the previous night the heating had broken so class was cancelled that morning - a tanoy at 2 in the morning to let everybody know and of course wake everybody up - and so Gerard planned to do nothing but sketch all day. But his plan was ruined. Gerard awoke to five familiar faces staring back at him, when he had rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up oblivious to the fact that he was nearly naked they spoke.
“We” “Have” “Got” “A” “Plan,” each one saying one word in the order that they were seated - Ray, Bob, Mikey, Connor, Frank - and each one had a huge smile on their faces. Four he has seen nearly every day for years but Frank’s was bright and unfaltering in its cheesiness and Gerard had to smile albeit a small one at this ungodly hour, Gerard chuckled at their enthusiasm.
“Okay, lemme have a shower and wake up and stuff then you can tell me okay?” Gerard stated tiredly. Frank - who at the mention of shower - had to apply a large amount of mental and physical force to himself just so he could stop himself from standing and following Gerard like a lost puppy attaching itself to the first moving object that it saw. He was beginning, he knew, to like Gerard a lot more than he both should and ever has. He was not the type to get himself attached to anyone and yet he can see himself with Gerard for the rest of their natural lives but he put it down to being a teenager. Twenty minutes passed in a hushed silence, the other four quietly discussing the plan while Frank listened to Gerard in the shower discreetly and he could have sworn that he heard Gerard moan but he shook his head and put it down to an over active imagination. When Gerard got out of the shower, Frank’s jaw dropped slightly and if he was a girl he would have creamed himself.
Beads of water from his dripping hair trailed down his smooth neck and his broad shoulders and his toned chest and stomach. A few disappeared in his belly button, others melting into the thin happy trail of short hairs that lead beneath the white towel wrapped loosely around his lean hips. Frank was mentally egging said towel on ’Drop. Drop. Drop. Please drop,’ and he could just imagine himself getting down on his knees for what lay beneath that towel. He was jolted out of his own twisted imagination by Mikey’s partially stuffy voice.
“Yo Gee. Put some fucking clothes on would ya? I already said I don’t wanna see your dick, I don’t wanna see anything else.” Frank looked from Mikey’s face to Gerard’s finger, which was in his mouth for a few seconds before he’s trailing the digit in the same way that Frank’s eyes had followed the beads of water.
“You know you want me,” he heard Gerard chuckle as he turned to get dressed and Frank bit his tongue to keep from sighing out “Fuck yeah,” but what freaked him out more than his own thoughts was Mikey’s silence. He was again jolted from his thoughts by Connor’s voice in his ear. “Close your mouth Frank,” he did smashing his teeth together before chewing nervously on his lip ring as he watched Gerard sit and the other four bombarded him with the plan all speaking at the same time.
“We want you to go out with Frank!” If it was even possible Frank’s eyes widened further.
“What?!” Gerard, Mikey thinks, has never been so shocked in all his sixteen years of being related. So it was a natural reaction for him to comfort his brother. “It’s only pretend Gee. It’s not like you have to sleep with him,” Mikey smirked and neither Frank nor Gerard liked that smirk for entirely different reasons. “Just during school, all you gotta do is act like you’re going out holding hands and stuff like that.”
“Whose crackpot idea was this?” In unison Ray, Bob, Mikey and Connor say, “Frank’s.” Frank rolls his eyes at them. “Gerard it’s just until your birthday. It’s the only way you can stay in school. Then when you’re eighteen we stop. I mean it’s only the little things.” Frank doesn’t know if the others know the meaning to his words but from the look on Gerard’s face proves that he does and a small smile curves on his lips.
“Just until my birthday?” Gerard asks and watches as his friends nod at him. It’s his brother that makes him do what he’s never done. “Fine,” he’s reluctant at first but the glee on his brother’s face makes him sigh. Pissed at him for even considering agreeing to this stupid idea. ‘Anything for Mikey’. That’s his reason he thinks he’d do anything for Mikey not the fact that he’d be pretending to be dating Frank. The Frank who’d been the equivalent of him, who to his knowledge has not slept with anyone else other than him. Frank who enjoys teasing him more than he enjoys being teased.
“This is going to be pure torture,” Gerard mumbles under his breath as Ray, Bob, Mikey and Connor leave. Frank chuckles at him. “Surely I’m not that bad? After all you wouldn’t have agreed to this ‘crackpot idea’”
“Listen you little shit,” Gerard half spat out through gritted teeth, his fingers gripping Frank’s jaw pulling him up to his tip toes. “I’m doing this for Mikey. I’ve got a few rules that you have to follow. 1. No tongue.”
“Oh but you weren’t saying that earlier when your tongue was so far down my throat you were practically touching my tonsils.”
"Number 2. No shitty pet names,” to which Frank cut him off again. “What? I can’t call you honey bunch or pumpkin,” his smirk is back and it widened when Gerard said no firmly. “Fine. What about babe or baby? Like Mikey, Connor, Ray and Bob do? Or am I stuck with calling you Gerard cause you wanna spoil my fun?”
Gerard released Frank and stepped back, his hands falling to his side and witching nervously against the air. “You can call me Gee, ‘babe’ and ‘baby’ are acceptable in the right context and if you really have to otherwise don’t.” Gerard paused in thought. “Number three. No inappropriate behaviour.” At that rule, Frank’s dark eyes widened and Gerard watched as they seemed to darken further still almost black against the pale of his skin. A striking difference to before.
“Okay you finished? I got a rule. If we’re going to pull this little charade off you’re not allowed to sleep, touch or receive a hand job/blowjob from anyone.” His smile was evil as he looked at Gerard, eye contact made a little difficult due to Frank’s size but he managed.
“Are you shitting me?”
“Not at all, if this is going to work I’m gonna have to be able to trust you to do this for me. We have to make people believe it by doing what everyone else in a couple does,” Frank reasoned.
“Frank we are not a couple.”
“Oh shut up. During school hours we are. So we have to make a show of it considering the fact that there are people at the window looking in. No, don’t look.” Frank said when Gerard went to look. “Just turn and go over to your bedside table, pretend to get something out, look discreetly then come back. Simple as.” To anyone else Gerard would have told them to get fucked for ordering him about but there was something about the younger boy that made it okay. Doing what Frank said Gerard moved to his bedside table, looking out the corner of his eye to see there was in fact students out there, opening the drawer Gerard looked down and saw something that would make their day; as he turned he slipped them into his back pocket leaving them loosely hanging out then he walked to Frank putting a sway to his hips half-laughing when he felt eyes on his rear and Frank’s on his front. Reaching Frank he put his fingers to the base of Frank’s ‘Homophobia is Gay’ t-shirt to which he had laughed at in the shower - it was a good truth - lifting the hem of it and letting his fingers play annoyingly on his skin, feeling the muscle ripple under his feather-light touch.
Tugging the bright red t-shirt off Gerard tossed it over his shoulder to land wherever it may, he returned his fingers to Frank’s skin trailing them over the ink and on his abdomen laughing when his stomach muscles contracted as he lightly tickled the skin, his nails dragged over Frank’s nipples as he made his way slowly around him, his hands over Frank’s shoulders and down his arms to his wrists where Gerard circled them with his long fingers, pulling his arms back behind him as he pulled out yet another toy locking his hands together. Gerard put his lips on Frank’s broad shoulder, his green eyes on the gathered crowd as he purposely dragged his tongue up from Frank’s shoulder over the scorpion on his neck and to the erogenous zone behind his ear.
Breathless, Frank panted. “What - What are you doing?” He tugged at his handcuffed hands, itching to touch Gerard. Gerard’s smug reply should have shocked him but it didn’t.
“Making a show of it,” standing on a side view in front of Frank he popped the button of his jeans, he showed the key to the handcuffs both to Frank and the gathered crowd he was having trouble ignoring then the small piece of silver - chain along for the ride - disappeared down his trousers and boxers. Frank’s eyes widened and darkened with lust, ‘he can’t expect me to go down his boxers!’ Returning to stand in front of Frank, the button still open on his jeans he spoke in a low voice.
“Get the key.” If possible Frank’s eyes widened more, “are you fucking kidding me?” he hissed through his teeth as Gerard’s hands pushed him by the shoulders to his knees. Gerard’s expression was deadly serious as Frank looked up and Gerard looked down at him. Now that Frank thinks about it he had thought about doing just this only moments before this had even come to be.
“I said, get the key bitch!”
Frank licked his lips as he rose to a little higher on his knees putting his face just above the waistband of Gerard’s open jeans, placing his lips at the point where Gerard’s happy trail disappeared beneath layers of fabric he placed a brief kiss there, his tongue flicking out momentarily. He moved and grasped the zipped between his teeth and tugged with less difficulty that most, his chin bumping Gerard’s erection as he did so. The fly undone Frank watched with impatient lust as Gerard tugged his jeans down a little before returning them to his side as if to show the crowd that Frank was doing it all by himself. Just wanting his own back Frank breathed over Gerard’s clothed erection, his own pressing painfully against the denim confines of his jeans. Out of the corner of his eye Frank spotted the silver of the key chain poking out of Gerard’s boxer leg; seizing his opportunity Frank dipped his head to the chain biting down slightly on the erogenous zone on Gerard’s thigh before clamping his teeth around the chain, pulling it out he leaned to the side and spat the key out on the floor.
“Good boy,” Frank heard Gerard mutter his voice heavily laced with lust. His erection strained against his boxers as he looked down at Frank on his knees.
“Does little Frankie want to be uncuffed?” Gerard patronized Frank whose angry eyes betrayed his speech. “Yes,” the single word soft and quiet unlike his eyes, which seemed to burn as he glared daggers at Gerard.
“Then little Frankie knows what he has to do,” Frank knew what he had to do didn’t mean he was gonna do it at least not with people watching.
“No.” Frank said quietly, his fingers twisting behind his back searching for the small trigger release hoping that these handcuffs have one. When they do find it he almost sighs in relief, struggling to stand he keeps his hands behind his back, leaning back slightly toward the door he leans against it. “Gee baby would you close the curtains? You know I don’t like people watching when you fuck me.” He puts as much sweetness as he possibly can into his voice. “Will you do it for your little Frankie?” At that moment, Frank wasn’t sure if he was playing along or whether he was serious and that would gladly be Gerard’s “Little Frankie” if it meant he’d be treated like the whore he was more often. Although he found “little” kind of offensive.
Frank watched with dark eyes as Gerard moved to the window waving at the other students as he pulled the curtains closed, blocking out much of the light and the watchful faces. Sighing Gerard lay down on his bed, his erection still making a tent in his jeans. Slipping his hands from the cuffs, Frank locked the door to their room; quietly he walked towards Gerard, determination glistening in his eyes. Smirking, he slid onto Gerard’s lap looking down at him, with his hand covering his face only his mouth visible.
“What are you doing?” “You have to promise me you’ll follow my rule.” Frank isn’t quite sure why he’s worried about what Gerard may or may not do maybe it’s just that he doesn’t want to lose them.
“I’m not promising you shit.”
Frank chuckled lightly as he manoeuvred Gerard’s jeans and boxers away from his swollen member.
“Now what are you doing?”
“Getting my promise.”
Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are both welcomed and appreciated.