Chickens fic.
Title: Chickens, Crop Hops and Newbs (4/?)
Author: pretty_paulie
Pairing: Frank/Gerard (eventually)
Rating: R for this chapter, NC-17 overall
Disclaimer: This is fiction. As far as I know Frank Iero does not live on a farm.
Summary: As a young boy growing up on a secluded mixed farm in rural Virginia, Frank had a thing for baby chicks. Yes, he knew that they would eventually develop into ugly, loud chickens, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved that they were all soft and small, with fluffy wings and adorable black eyes. He loved the way they waddled and they way they hopped awkwardly to him whenever he fed them in his family’s barn.
Warnings: Language, Chickens and teenagers full of hormones
Author's Notes: I won't be able to update for a couple weeks. Also, thanks to x_mychem_rock_x for beta-ing, thus making me "drive Frank crazy".
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
They ate dinner at the town hall and Frank tried to avoid the weird looks people gave him when he didn’t take the town’s infamous fried chicken when offered. There were tables lined up where all the food was being served. The food was served by some old women who were on the Crop Hop Community, so when Frank just took the salad, corn and potatoes, they whispered about how odd that Iero boy was.
Annoyed, Frank just took his plate and went to find where Mikey and his mom were sitting. For some reason, Donna went off somewhere because she had to ‘take care of something’. Frank figured that the ‘something’ she had to take care of related to Gerard’s whereabouts.
Mikey rambled on about how cool some rock shows were that he recently went to while Frank tried to nod at the appropriate times and pretend to listen. Instead, he was just glancing around the room to see if maybe Gerard was there. But no, the hall was just filled with the townspeople and people from surrounding towns that Frank didn’t know. They must have came down for the Crop Hop.
After dinner, feeling a little disappointed, Frank headed off to the sound stage to set up his guitar and plug all the cables into the sound system. He adjusted the microphones and plugged his chord from his guitar into the distortion pedal. He made sure everything sounded relatively normal and went off to the side of the stage, searching in the sea of faces in the crowd if there was a boy with long raven hair and porcelain skin. No such luck. Frank sighed, dejected.
Soon, Mayor Jeffrey Heistad would announce that Frank was to be playing and more people - or less - would watch from the bleachers or go off and go on the rides or look at the shops or play with the livestock in the pen.
Frank figured that most of the people in audition weren’t really there to watch him perform; they probably wanted to see the act that was playing after him. It was the town’s well-known Zoochken Band. It was a band that consisted of fiddles, accordions, guitars and bass. All they played was Ukrainian music and country music. Everyone from the town thought they were really great…Frank didn’t. Their music was for old people or newbs.
Mayor Jeffrey Heistad climbed unto the stage rather loudly, stumbling over a chord and cursing. The slightly deranged mayor lifted the mic up to accommodate his height and then pulled the microphone out, completely defeating the purpose of adjusting the mic. What a newb! And Frank just adjusted that mic!
“Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the annual Crop Hop. I could go on and talk about more things you probably aren’t interested in, so you can just go the bulletin over there,” Mayor Heistad pointed over to a large bulletin at the side of the stage. “Anyways, I’m sure you had enough of me blabbing on and on, so…. the first performer tonight be will Frank Iero. Give it up for Frank.”
A few people clapped very un-enthusiastically. He heard Mikey yell, “Go Frank!”
Frank glanced to see where Mikey was sitting. It appeared Mikey was only with Donna and Frank’s mom. Nope, no Gerard. Oh well, time to get the show over with. Frank cautiously walked unto the stage, grabbing his guitar from the chair where he had left it.
“You may know of Frankie, here,” Mayor Heistad slurred, pointing over to Frank. “He’s the kid that won’t eat our chicken!”
Laughter arose of the crowd and a very loud “YEAH! CHICKEN BOY!” was shouted.
Frank looked up from fiddling with a tuning knob on his guitar to see Carter walking up to the front row of the bleachers, making direct eye contact with Frank and mouthing, “this is not over.”
“So give it away for the Chicken Boy!” shouted Mayor Heistad, finally, leaving the stage.
Frank looked out at the crowd nervously. He hear a few coughs and someone yelling, “Go already!”
Fuck it all. Frank yanked the volume up on his guitar and started playing the opening riff to “Nervous Breakdown” by Black Flag with everything he got. He wanted to prove something, prove that he wasn’t a loser and that he WAS actually good at something. That’s when he completely got lost in it. He just played and played and fucking thrashed around on the floor, only pull the mic down over himself screaming out the chorus while he writhed around on the ground.
He ignored everyone, played with all his heart, hearing a few screams from the audience…but, they were good screams. That drove Frank even further. He played about seven songs on his electric, until he decided that for his closing number, he should leave them with an acoustic tune. Anyway he was tired, his hair was kind of sweaty and he had sweat clinging to his forehead. His mouth was left open, gasping for breath from the show he purposely put on.
He lifted his guitar over his head and reached for his acoustic, just as he was doing so he noticed the Chicken Plant’s Chicken mascot leaning against the wall behind the curtain, on the opposite side on the stage. What the fuck?
Frank ignored the stupid Chicken mascot and plugged a cable into the acoustic. He pulled the microphone closer to him and spoke into it, “I’m leaving you tonight with something a little less loud.”
He debated which song to play. Well, since Mikey was there he could play a soft one by Morrissey. He also knew which one to play since Gerard was going to be there…maybe. And why not play a song that was completely the opposite of everything else he had performed that night. He wanted to prove that he was a little spontaneous.
He plucked out the melody of “Let Me Kiss You” and gently sang over the quiet strumming. He searched the audience as he sang, hoping to see the beautiful face he had seen in the photograph earlier that night. He couldn’t see Gerard or anyone that resembled him. He couldn’t help feeling his heart sink.
When he finished the song, and unplugged his guitar, he picked up his electric and left the stage. He had no idea the applause would be that loud. Really loud.
He placed his guitars carefully into their cases and smirked at the Zoochkan Band who looked just as shocked as Frank had as they walked past him with their fiddles and accordions ready to start their part of the show.
Frank could hear the annoying country music as he walked up to the truck and placed his guitars in the back. Suddenly, there was something poking at his shoulder. Frank whirled around only to be faced with that stupid Chicken mascot.
“What the hell do you want?” Frank asked, turning to head back to stage to find Mikey. Hopefully, Gerard was with him.
“Wait. I was going to say, you played really good back there. I fucking love Morrissey.”
Frank turned around in disbelief, his jaw dropping. How could the fucking Chicken Plant’s mascot love Morrissey?
“What the hell? If you’re from this fucking town, you fucking like country. What are you? A fucking newb?” Frank quickened his pace to get away from that weirdo.
“Wait!” The Chicken mascot thing - …or dude, whatever it was - yelped. He grabbed at Frank’s arm. “I’m actually not from here. My mom got pissed at me because she wanted me to go to this thing, but I definitely didn’t wanna. When I told her I was in fact coming to this thing, she volunteered me to dress up in this fucking costume, you know?” the Chicken mascot thing said, waving his uh…arms or feathers dramatically.
“Oh…” Frank murmured, looking down at the sidewalk. “Well, that’s uh…weird.”
“Fuck, I loved the way you played, man. You should totally be in a band. You really fucking killed ‘Die Die My Darling’. Man, you were so into it. You got a passion. I like that,” said the Chicken mascot dude that followed Frank back to the sound stage.
“How’d you get on the stage though?” Frank asked, as they rounded the corner of the post office.
“I have my ways,” the guy giggled, not paying attention to where he was headed and almost tripped over a can that littered the sidewalk. “It’s so fucking hard to walk in this thing. And I can’t breath, too.”
“Uh….yeah. So uh… what’s your name?” Frank asked, as they made their way past the bleachers, the stage in plain sight, people clapping along to the Zoochkan Band. Frank couldn’t see Donna, Mikey or his mom anywhere. Shit, they probably went to the craft fair or something.
“Uh. My name?” the dude asked, rather nervously, scratching at his feathery arm.
“Yeah, don’t you have one?” Frank almost muttered “newb” under his breath.
“Yeah…sure. It’s uh…um, Luke? Yeah, it’s Luke,” the Chicken dude awkwardly stated.
“Luke? Like Luke Skywalker?” Frank laughed at the idiocy of the Chicken dude.
“Whatever. I tell you played awesome tonight and now you treat me like shit-”
“No, ‘Luke’. Not at all. I treated you like a newb… which you are,” Frank smiled at the guy, patting his arm or wing, whatever it was.
The mascot costume looked really uncomfortable. The white of the feathers were kind of dusty and red and orange of the beak was slightly discoloured. The eyes looked like a cartoon character’s and the tail feather was worn and looking like someone had set fire to it.
“Whatever, I just wanted to talk to you. But if you don’t want me to, I’ll just go,” the Chicken mascot dude or “Luke” turned to leave.
Frank debated this. He could have another friend other than Mikey and the baby chickens. This “Luke” had good taste in music and liked the way Frank played. Fuck it. That was good enough for Frank.
“Can you take off the costume?” Frank asked.
“Nah, I don’t think so.”
“Okay. Then follow me, newb and I’ll show you around.”
*
Frank and “Luke” wandered around the Crop Hop, checking out the rides and the livestock. Frank found it somewhat endearing when Luke squealed with excitement when he saw some baby lambs at the petting zoo. Maybe it was because Frank had a thing for baby chickens. Whatever, it was cute.
They talked about music and bands and how annoying it is when comics are made into movies, which never do them justice. Frank was amazed at how enthusiastic Luke got to when Frank started talking about which superhero from The Avengers he thought was coolest. Luke got into a long rant saying how everything from Marvel Comics wasn’t that great and it wasn’t Stan Lee’s best work. And if Frank really wanted to read some good shit, he should get into Doom Patrol.
Frank completely forgot about Mikey, Donna and his mom. He had no idea where they were, but he was too busy enjoying himself with Luke. He learnt that Luke was deeply “involved” with comics, was an outcast in high school - but college is so much better - and he wanted to sing in a band.
Frank imagined he’d be really fucking good at singing, just by the way his voice rasped excitedly. The guy had a hot voice. The annoying thing was that Luke wouldn’t take his damn costume, no matter how many times Frank had asked.
There was never any awkward silences during their conversations except when Luke would say how cute Frank was whenever he said “newb”. Frank wasn’t used to being complimented so he’d just blush and say “thanks” to his shoes, not making eye contact with Luke.
Whenever Frank asked Luke where he was from and what was he doing here, Luke would answer, “you, hopefully” and giggle hysterically or change the subject. It was sort of weird, what exactly was he hiding? And when Frank asked if Luke shouldn’t he be hanging out near the rides since he was in the mascot costume, Luke just answered he would rather be hanging out with Frank.
They wondered off to the hall to see the craft fair since they were tired of walking around with the sun still beating down on them and the hall was air-conditioned, also Luke said that he wanted to check out the ‘artsy stuff this town had to offer’.
The hall was crowded with old ladies and tables filled with crafts, jewellery, paintings, home baking and handmade knitted sweaters and blankets.
The two were busy looking at the some hand sewn stuffed chicks made of flannel when they were spilt up when a group of rowdy elementary-aged kids, bounding in, surrounding Luke since he was in the mascot costume.
Luke just laughed and tried to politely attach himself from the kids, but it wasn’t happening. The kids were yanking on his arms and demanding him to tell them a story.
Frank tried not to laugh when the kids pulled Luke over to an empty table and were basically crawling all over him. A kid with really big glasses fell off the table and landed on the floor with a big plop. The other kids laughed and pointed at the kid on the floor, the kid’s eyes glazing over with tears.
“Stop that,” Luke said sternly, pushing the kids off of him. He bent down to the fallen kid and wiped the kids tears away with his feathery hand. He wrapped his arm around the kid and turned to the kids that were still snickering at the misfortune of the other kid, giggling “what a loser!” and “the nerd can’t even stay on the table!”
“Listen,” Luke snapped at the other kids. “You have no fucking right to treat another kid like shit. He never did anything wrong and yet you make a fool out of him.”
“But he’s a loser. Nobody likes him anyways,” said a little girl with very curly hair.
“That’s the problem. How would you feel if people went around talking about you like that? How would you feel if you had no friends or anyone to talk to? How would you feel if you were knocked down and everyone laughed and didn’t help you to your feet?” Luke said his voice raising. Frank felt shivers going down his spine. Damn, that guy… fuck, he was something else. How was Frank finding that hot? He shook his head, trying not to think about it.
“But he’s not good at anything-” another kid said.
“Listen up, kid. How you do know if he’s not good at anything? You can’t go around judging people if you don’t know or even make the effort to get to know them, ya know?” he paused. “You gotta stop this shit. Does it make you feel better when you know that someone else is suffering? Just fucking think before you go around ruining other people. There’s no fucking reason for that bullshit,” Luke snapped, angrily at the kids. They stood frozen with fear and just nodded their heads.
Frank was amazed, he could tell his mouth was just gaping open. That was probably the most heart-felt, real rant he ever heard. He wish someone stuck up like that for him when he was young and getting bullied. Hell, he was still getting teased a lot. But Luke sounded so sincere and angered, that kind of made Frank’s heart skip a beat. This guy was for real. Frank smiled.
Luke turned to the kid with the glasses, “Kid, don’t ever let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. You’re fucking capable of whatever you wanna do. Don’t fucking let people knock you down. You’re a fucking somebody who is meant to do something that’s fucking great. If anyone brings you down, just keep doing what you’re doing and fucking strive for what you believe in. Who cares about those fuckers? In the end, you’ll be the bigger person.”
The kid smiled up at Luke, then flipped the other kids the bird and ran off. Luke just shrugged at the strange behaviour of the kid and tugged Frank’s arm and said, “Let’s get the hell outta here.”
Frank’s heart fluttered in his chest at the pressure of Luke’s hand on his arm and managed to nod dumbly and let himself be lead out of the building.
Frank could not describe how he was feeling towards Luke now. He wanted to fucking rip that costume off and see who the amazing person was beneath. Frank tried to listen to what Luke was talking about, but all he could here was the angered raspy voice that told those stupid kids were to go. It was hot, sort of dominating and it made Frank feel a little weak at the knees. He sighed and figured he was a goner already.
*
After finding walking around the Crop Hop sort of boring, Frank offered to show Luke the high school. It was locked of course, but he could still show Luke where the hellhole was.
Frank ranted and made obscene hand gestures while describing how much he hated school and what a jerk Carter was. He told Luke all about how small town schools suck and that Luke was lucky he lived in a city. Frank felt that he could tell Luke just about anything, except the strange feeling of his heart skipping a beat whenever Luke would giggle or answer Frank.
“Town, actually. I live in a town,” Luke replied as they took a break from all the walking and leaned down to sit against the brick wall of the school.
Wow, that was strange. That was the first Luke mentioned anything about living anywhere. “Are you fucking kidding me? If the population is like 60, 000 that’s like a fucking city! This place is a town!” Frank said.
“Well, yeah it’s considered a town…”Luke chuckled, scratching the side his head, the feathers ruffling.
Frank sighed and wondered for the millionth time what this Luke guy looked like beneath the costume, he was pretty much the most amazing person Frank had ever met. And Frank kind of liked, no, really liked the way Luke flirted with him and the way he walked really close to him and the way he giggled and the way he talked about music and wanting to make it and basically EVERYTHING.
Frank bit his lip and asked quietly, “Can you take off the costume? It must be getting really hot.” (Because I know I am, Frank thought.)
Luke turned his head to Frank, sharply. “Wait a minute! This is totally late, you know, but fuck…I can’t believe I didn’t ask you this,” Luke said, raising his feathered hand to his head to smack it.
“Ask me what?” Frank asked curiously, his palms sweating even more than before.
“What’s your name? All I knew was that they announced you as Chicken Boy,” Luke laughed at the strangeness of it all. “I know all this shit about you and I don’t even know your fucking name.”
“Oh!” Frank blushed, flicking his sweaty finger on a piece of grass. “It’s Frank. Frank Iero.”
That’s when everything took a sky rocket down.
Luke didn’t say anything, he just hoisted himself off the ground. Oh shit, maybe Frank should have not told him anything at all.
“What’s wrong?” asked Frank, scrambling to his feet. Fuck, why did he always have to mess everything up? How come nothing ever worked out for him?
“Is your dad Frank and your mom Linda?” came the question, something was wrong with Luke’s voice.
“Yeah! You know my parents? That’s awesome!” Frank smiled, grabbing at Luke’s arm. Maybe things were alright now. Please, please let everything go back to normal, Frank hoped.
Wait a second. His dude from not from here and he was older and he knew Frank’s parents. Maybe, just maybe. Could it be? Was it Gerard? He hoped, hoped with all his might that this guy was secretly Gerard or something. Ha, like that would happen. Gerard was probably with Mikey now. Why would Gerard want to hang around Frank anyway? Frank was just a newb to hot guys. Frank just hoped that maybe Luke was as sexy as he sounded underneath that stupid costume. He fucking wanted to throw Luke to the ground and tear it off.
“Um…No… uh, wait a minute,” Luke paused for what seemed a really long time, but in reality just a few seconds. “How old are you?” Luke’s voice sounded off, not friendly or excited as before. It was uneasy and nervous.
“Seventeen. What’s the problem? Your voice is all weird.” Frank was beyond confused, stepping closer to Luke. What was he doing wrong?
“Seventeen?!” exclaimed Luke, taking off, leaving Frank just standing there like a stupid newb.
“Wait! Luke! What’s wrong?” Frank dashed after him.
Luke was already crossing the street and it looked like he was heading back to main street. He turned back to Frank shouting, “You’re too fucking young!”
“What?! Wait!” Frank checked to see if any cars were coming and ran across the road to wherever Luke was headed.
Frank almost tripped over a twig from a tree and tried to pick up speed when he realized Luke was running off at a faster pace.
“Please! You have to tell me what’s wrong,” Frank panted, finally catching up to Luke. He grabbed Luke’s arm, pulling him to a stop.
Luke answered softly, “I thought you were older than that. I thought you were just talking about your high school experience. I didn’t know you were Frank Iero. I thought you were graduated already.”
“What does it matter?” Frank pleaded. “I like you. I like hanging out with you. I feel like I have an actual friend for once. Now what? Are you just going to bail on me?”
“Frank, I’m five years older than you-”
“I’m eighteen in October-” Frank started.
“That doesn’t make a difference. I thought you were nineteen at least... I’m fucking sick,” Luke turned away and started down a sheltered back alley, pine trees on one side of the road and the backyards of homes on the other. The back alley lead back to the Crop Hop festivities.
“Come back! Why are you sick?” Annoyed and confused by everything and not wanting to loose a potential friend who had the hottest personality ever, Frank ran with all his might, the pebbles from the road digging into the thin sole of Frank’s sneaker. He was faster than Luke and leaped out at Luke and pushed him over so he’d finally answer Frank’s questions.
Luke stumbled to the gravel road of the back alley and grunted. “What the hell, Frank?”
“Tell me what’s going on! I’m not letting you until you explain this shit,” Frank said, clutching the feathers of where Luke’s chest would be.
“Okay, you want me to honest? I’ll be honest. I thought you were really hot when you were playing tonight and when I got to know you-”
“You think I’m hot?” Frank asked, amazed, trying not to blush. A guy that Frank actually liked, liked him back? Was this real? He realized his grip on Luke’s chest.
“Uh..yeah. I thought that much was obvious. But you’re too young and I’m basically a pedophile now, right?”
“No, you’re not a pedophile. The proper way of saying it is that you want to have an ephebophilic relationship with me,” Frank said, face turning beat red. He didn’t mean to say the last part seeing that it sort of reflected his nerdy-ness.
“I’m the fucking college graduate and I don’t even know what the hell you just said,” laughed Luke.
“It means you’re attracted to teenagers-”
“No… Just you, Frankie,” Luke murmured.
Frank felt his face flush. Luke liked him. He really liked Luke. He’d basically let Luke do anything to him, even if Luke was as attractive as a mailbox.
“Uh... Actually, I don’t think I’d uh, mind, uh... doing, uh... with you. I mean, I really like you and if you just take off the costume and I’d uh…totally, um, yeah,” Frank mumbled, with embarrassment. How the hell was Frank supposed to tell this dude that he was actually okay with whatever Luke was propositioning.
“Uh.. okay. I’ll go take this off then. I’m supposed to leave it in some storage shed when I’m done with it,” said Luke, getting up off the ground, dusting himself off.
Frank did the same. He felt all jittery, like butterflies were swarming in his stomach. He was finally going to see what Luke looked like. He was maybe even going do other things then look at him when Luke got that costume off. He couldn’t help but feeling a little nervous.
It was getting quite dark out - Frank noticed - as they walked in silence to the storage shed which was located a few yards away from the sound stage, behind the town hall. He wondered if Luke was thinking about changing his mind since he was walking ahead of Frank, taking long strides, not talking or laughing like the way it was before.
Frank was starting to freak out mentally. When was the last time he had any sexual contact with anyone? Oh shit, it was a little over a year ago at a party his cousin dragged him to. Frank got really fucking drunk and made out with some girl from a couple towns away. Frank didn’t really remember what else they did. And Frank wasn’t ever with any guys. Well, except a couple years ago. But they had just made out, that’s it. Shit, what if Luke was really experienced and ended up thinking that Frank was a total newb? Frank nervously ran his fingers through his hair as they stopped in front of the shed.
Luke tried to fiddle with the lock, but he didn’t have so much luck with it due to the costume. He told Frank the combination of the lock and Frank attempted to open it, his hands shaking.
Luke took Frank’s hand. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to…” Luke started.
“No! I want to. I really do, it’s just…I don’t want you to think I’m a total newb or anything. It’s been a long - a really fucking long time, since I was with anyone,” Frank looked down at Luke’s feathered hand that covered his own.
“It’s okay.”
Frank pulled the lock off and took a step into the very small shed. It was about 8 feet by 12 feet and was crowded with garden rakes, a lawn mower, and some banners for the Chicken Parade.
“I’m going to take this off now,” Luke said softy.
Just then, the door whipped shut, leaving Luke and Frank in the dark. Luke stumbled around in the darkness. He managed to get over to the door. He tried to push it. The door wouldn’t budge.
“Shit! We’re locked in,” Luke exclaimed, banging against something. It was too dark to actually see anything. This really sucked.
Frank had no idea what to do. Shit! He suddenly remembered Mikey, Donna and his mom. What was he going to do? How was he going to find them? Oh wait, how were they going to find him? He had to get home! Oh great, what if they ran out of oxygen in this confined space?! He started thrashing around to find the door in the blackness of the shed.
“Fuck, it’s getting so hot,” Luke said, panicking. “And I can’t get the fucking door open!” he shoved at it. “Oh my God! Now it’s too fucking small and I’m getting fucking claustrophobic and I’m like, suffocating, and it’s too fucking hot and I need a smoke or Starbucks or, or-”
“So, in stressful situations, you crave nicotine or caffeine?” Frank asked, trying not to spaz out like Luke.
Luke just made an exasperated noise and banged into something in dark.
Frank really wished the place wasn’t so dark. What if there were spiders lurking or something? Oh my God! he thought. He was starting to hyperventilate.
“Fuck, I’m taking this off. I’m like, going to fucking die. And if I am going to die, I’m not dying in some fucking chicken costume,” Luke said pushing past Frank in the dark.
Frank sighed, worried. What if a spider fell in his hair or something? It looked pretty dusty when they first opened it.
Frank heard rustling. It was probably Luke taking off the costume. He heard something fall over, a rake, probably. Then something was thrown against the steel siding of the shed.
“I’m out of it now,” Luke said, voice detached.
Frank didn’t know what to do. Did that mean Luke wanted Frank to go to him? To start what he offered Frank?
Making his way to wherever Luke’s voice came from, Frank flailed around, trying to find where Luke was. Frank bumped into something solid. He figured it was Luke.
“Frank.”
All anxious thoughts about spiders and lack of oxygen and getting out of the shed left Frank’s mind. All he could focus on was the way Luke rasped out his name. Frank’s name. The way Luke said it… the way he breathed it out, sounding so yearning, filled with desire, desire for him.
Frank swallowed, maybe a little too hard and answered, shakily, “…Yeah?” Frank stepped a bit closer. He could hear Luke’s soft breathing .
“Come here,” Luke whispered. He felt around blindly for Frank, his hands landing on Frank’s, lacing this fingers through Frank’s warm hands only for short second; both hands sweating slightly with nervousness for what was about to come. Then very slowly, almost too slow, he slid his hands up to Frank’s shoulders, making soothing circular motions. When they came to a stop, it left Frank trembling with a feeling he could only describe with want or fear or maybe a combination of both.
Luke’s hands ran down to the small of Frank’s back, Frank’s t-shirt riding up, exposing his skin, goosebumps forming from the falling temperature. Luke was nudging Frank closer to him, bringing him close, close enough so that Frank’s hands landed flatly against Luke’s chest. Frank automatically dropped his arms to his side, afraid.
“It’s okay,” Luke whispered, sensing Frank’s fear. He brought Frank close to him, one hand tangled in the soft locks of Frank’s hair, then trailing down to neck, stoking his skin, gently.
Frank shivered under his touch. He didn’t even get to see what this guy looked like, but the way Luke was touching him, it was driving Frank insane.
Frank finally lifted his arms and ran his hands over Luke’s chest, maybe it could be… could be Gerard. Frank knew he was hoping for a long shot. But Frank wanted to know, so he felt and traced his fingers down to Luke’s ribs and a little lower.
Well, so much for Frank hoping it was Gerard. Luke’s middle seemed thinner than what Gerard had looked like in that picture. Whatever, Frank could just use his imagination, it seemed to work during his late night masturbation sessions.
He ran his hands further up to Luke’s neck, and then to his hair. It was soft between Frank’s fingers, but it was too short to be Gerard’s, but it was still fairly long. Frank couldn’t help but feeling a little disappointed.
Frank generally thought that Luke must have had a fairly good physique. He felt not too thin, and he definitely was not chubby. He just wished he could see what Luke actually looked like, bathed in sunlight, not surrounded by the dark they were buried in. He wanted to see his face.
“Close your eyes. I don’t wanna poke one out,” Frank whispered, pressing his chest against Luke’s, fingers still in Luke’s hair.
“Why?” Luke breathed, lightly over Frank’s cheek.
“Because…if I can’t see you, I want to touch your face. Imagine what it looks like,” Frank stated.
“Alright,” came the answer.
His fingers slowly traced over Luke’s forehead, over his eye lids, over his pointed nose, and thumbed at Luke’s lips. They were soft and plump, a little dry. Luke poked his tongue out and licked at Frank’s fingers, moist and hot. Frank almost letting out a small moan.
Frank sighed, pulling his fingers back and tracing them down to Luke’s jaw line. It was definitely not a strong jaw line, but it was more squared, a little feminine, with only a fair amount of stubble. Frank pulled back, he felt himself getting hard. There was no use denying it, hiding it, avoiding it. He knew that Luke was very attractive, possibly as attractive as Gerard.
“You feel beautiful to me. I wish I could see you, though,” Frank murmured, pressing his lips into Luke’s neck, he could taste the salt from the sweat lingering on Luke’s skin.
“Frankie…” Luke sighed, his hands over Frank’s belt, then slowly lifting the shirt to discover and roam the skin on Frank’s back - his body, wanting and needing more.
Frank couldn’t handle this anymore. His heart was beating a mile a minute, his dick was aching to be touched and he wanted to fucking shove Luke against the wall and ravish his body.
Frustrated with waiting, Frank thrust his hardness against Luke’s thigh. Maybe Luke would finally get the hint of how much Frank wanted him, needed him.
Enough was enough.
“I want you and I don’t even know you. I don’t even know what you look like, but I want you. I want you so badly. And I want you now,” Frank whispered, his lips finally meeting Luke’s, all thoughts of Gerard disappearing.
A/N 2: Thanks peeps for reading. I may not be able to update for a couple weeks. But I definitely will not abandon it. This is the pic of Gerard from the last chapter. There's better ones out there. And that isn't really the one I described, but whatevs, it works.
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Author: pretty_paulie
Pairing: Frank/Gerard (eventually)
Rating: R for this chapter, NC-17 overall
Disclaimer: This is fiction. As far as I know Frank Iero does not live on a farm.
Summary: As a young boy growing up on a secluded mixed farm in rural Virginia, Frank had a thing for baby chicks. Yes, he knew that they would eventually develop into ugly, loud chickens, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved that they were all soft and small, with fluffy wings and adorable black eyes. He loved the way they waddled and they way they hopped awkwardly to him whenever he fed them in his family’s barn.
Warnings: Language, Chickens and teenagers full of hormones
Author's Notes: I won't be able to update for a couple weeks. Also, thanks to x_mychem_rock_x for beta-ing, thus making me "drive Frank crazy".
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
They ate dinner at the town hall and Frank tried to avoid the weird looks people gave him when he didn’t take the town’s infamous fried chicken when offered. There were tables lined up where all the food was being served. The food was served by some old women who were on the Crop Hop Community, so when Frank just took the salad, corn and potatoes, they whispered about how odd that Iero boy was.
Annoyed, Frank just took his plate and went to find where Mikey and his mom were sitting. For some reason, Donna went off somewhere because she had to ‘take care of something’. Frank figured that the ‘something’ she had to take care of related to Gerard’s whereabouts.
Mikey rambled on about how cool some rock shows were that he recently went to while Frank tried to nod at the appropriate times and pretend to listen. Instead, he was just glancing around the room to see if maybe Gerard was there. But no, the hall was just filled with the townspeople and people from surrounding towns that Frank didn’t know. They must have came down for the Crop Hop.
After dinner, feeling a little disappointed, Frank headed off to the sound stage to set up his guitar and plug all the cables into the sound system. He adjusted the microphones and plugged his chord from his guitar into the distortion pedal. He made sure everything sounded relatively normal and went off to the side of the stage, searching in the sea of faces in the crowd if there was a boy with long raven hair and porcelain skin. No such luck. Frank sighed, dejected.
Soon, Mayor Jeffrey Heistad would announce that Frank was to be playing and more people - or less - would watch from the bleachers or go off and go on the rides or look at the shops or play with the livestock in the pen.
Frank figured that most of the people in audition weren’t really there to watch him perform; they probably wanted to see the act that was playing after him. It was the town’s well-known Zoochken Band. It was a band that consisted of fiddles, accordions, guitars and bass. All they played was Ukrainian music and country music. Everyone from the town thought they were really great…Frank didn’t. Their music was for old people or newbs.
Mayor Jeffrey Heistad climbed unto the stage rather loudly, stumbling over a chord and cursing. The slightly deranged mayor lifted the mic up to accommodate his height and then pulled the microphone out, completely defeating the purpose of adjusting the mic. What a newb! And Frank just adjusted that mic!
“Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the annual Crop Hop. I could go on and talk about more things you probably aren’t interested in, so you can just go the bulletin over there,” Mayor Heistad pointed over to a large bulletin at the side of the stage. “Anyways, I’m sure you had enough of me blabbing on and on, so…. the first performer tonight be will Frank Iero. Give it up for Frank.”
A few people clapped very un-enthusiastically. He heard Mikey yell, “Go Frank!”
Frank glanced to see where Mikey was sitting. It appeared Mikey was only with Donna and Frank’s mom. Nope, no Gerard. Oh well, time to get the show over with. Frank cautiously walked unto the stage, grabbing his guitar from the chair where he had left it.
“You may know of Frankie, here,” Mayor Heistad slurred, pointing over to Frank. “He’s the kid that won’t eat our chicken!”
Laughter arose of the crowd and a very loud “YEAH! CHICKEN BOY!” was shouted.
Frank looked up from fiddling with a tuning knob on his guitar to see Carter walking up to the front row of the bleachers, making direct eye contact with Frank and mouthing, “this is not over.”
“So give it away for the Chicken Boy!” shouted Mayor Heistad, finally, leaving the stage.
Frank looked out at the crowd nervously. He hear a few coughs and someone yelling, “Go already!”
Fuck it all. Frank yanked the volume up on his guitar and started playing the opening riff to “Nervous Breakdown” by Black Flag with everything he got. He wanted to prove something, prove that he wasn’t a loser and that he WAS actually good at something. That’s when he completely got lost in it. He just played and played and fucking thrashed around on the floor, only pull the mic down over himself screaming out the chorus while he writhed around on the ground.
He ignored everyone, played with all his heart, hearing a few screams from the audience…but, they were good screams. That drove Frank even further. He played about seven songs on his electric, until he decided that for his closing number, he should leave them with an acoustic tune. Anyway he was tired, his hair was kind of sweaty and he had sweat clinging to his forehead. His mouth was left open, gasping for breath from the show he purposely put on.
He lifted his guitar over his head and reached for his acoustic, just as he was doing so he noticed the Chicken Plant’s Chicken mascot leaning against the wall behind the curtain, on the opposite side on the stage. What the fuck?
Frank ignored the stupid Chicken mascot and plugged a cable into the acoustic. He pulled the microphone closer to him and spoke into it, “I’m leaving you tonight with something a little less loud.”
He debated which song to play. Well, since Mikey was there he could play a soft one by Morrissey. He also knew which one to play since Gerard was going to be there…maybe. And why not play a song that was completely the opposite of everything else he had performed that night. He wanted to prove that he was a little spontaneous.
He plucked out the melody of “Let Me Kiss You” and gently sang over the quiet strumming. He searched the audience as he sang, hoping to see the beautiful face he had seen in the photograph earlier that night. He couldn’t see Gerard or anyone that resembled him. He couldn’t help feeling his heart sink.
When he finished the song, and unplugged his guitar, he picked up his electric and left the stage. He had no idea the applause would be that loud. Really loud.
He placed his guitars carefully into their cases and smirked at the Zoochkan Band who looked just as shocked as Frank had as they walked past him with their fiddles and accordions ready to start their part of the show.
Frank could hear the annoying country music as he walked up to the truck and placed his guitars in the back. Suddenly, there was something poking at his shoulder. Frank whirled around only to be faced with that stupid Chicken mascot.
“What the hell do you want?” Frank asked, turning to head back to stage to find Mikey. Hopefully, Gerard was with him.
“Wait. I was going to say, you played really good back there. I fucking love Morrissey.”
Frank turned around in disbelief, his jaw dropping. How could the fucking Chicken Plant’s mascot love Morrissey?
“What the hell? If you’re from this fucking town, you fucking like country. What are you? A fucking newb?” Frank quickened his pace to get away from that weirdo.
“Wait!” The Chicken mascot thing - …or dude, whatever it was - yelped. He grabbed at Frank’s arm. “I’m actually not from here. My mom got pissed at me because she wanted me to go to this thing, but I definitely didn’t wanna. When I told her I was in fact coming to this thing, she volunteered me to dress up in this fucking costume, you know?” the Chicken mascot thing said, waving his uh…arms or feathers dramatically.
“Oh…” Frank murmured, looking down at the sidewalk. “Well, that’s uh…weird.”
“Fuck, I loved the way you played, man. You should totally be in a band. You really fucking killed ‘Die Die My Darling’. Man, you were so into it. You got a passion. I like that,” said the Chicken mascot dude that followed Frank back to the sound stage.
“How’d you get on the stage though?” Frank asked, as they rounded the corner of the post office.
“I have my ways,” the guy giggled, not paying attention to where he was headed and almost tripped over a can that littered the sidewalk. “It’s so fucking hard to walk in this thing. And I can’t breath, too.”
“Uh….yeah. So uh… what’s your name?” Frank asked, as they made their way past the bleachers, the stage in plain sight, people clapping along to the Zoochkan Band. Frank couldn’t see Donna, Mikey or his mom anywhere. Shit, they probably went to the craft fair or something.
“Uh. My name?” the dude asked, rather nervously, scratching at his feathery arm.
“Yeah, don’t you have one?” Frank almost muttered “newb” under his breath.
“Yeah…sure. It’s uh…um, Luke? Yeah, it’s Luke,” the Chicken dude awkwardly stated.
“Luke? Like Luke Skywalker?” Frank laughed at the idiocy of the Chicken dude.
“Whatever. I tell you played awesome tonight and now you treat me like shit-”
“No, ‘Luke’. Not at all. I treated you like a newb… which you are,” Frank smiled at the guy, patting his arm or wing, whatever it was.
The mascot costume looked really uncomfortable. The white of the feathers were kind of dusty and red and orange of the beak was slightly discoloured. The eyes looked like a cartoon character’s and the tail feather was worn and looking like someone had set fire to it.
“Whatever, I just wanted to talk to you. But if you don’t want me to, I’ll just go,” the Chicken mascot dude or “Luke” turned to leave.
Frank debated this. He could have another friend other than Mikey and the baby chickens. This “Luke” had good taste in music and liked the way Frank played. Fuck it. That was good enough for Frank.
“Can you take off the costume?” Frank asked.
“Nah, I don’t think so.”
“Okay. Then follow me, newb and I’ll show you around.”
*
Frank and “Luke” wandered around the Crop Hop, checking out the rides and the livestock. Frank found it somewhat endearing when Luke squealed with excitement when he saw some baby lambs at the petting zoo. Maybe it was because Frank had a thing for baby chickens. Whatever, it was cute.
They talked about music and bands and how annoying it is when comics are made into movies, which never do them justice. Frank was amazed at how enthusiastic Luke got to when Frank started talking about which superhero from The Avengers he thought was coolest. Luke got into a long rant saying how everything from Marvel Comics wasn’t that great and it wasn’t Stan Lee’s best work. And if Frank really wanted to read some good shit, he should get into Doom Patrol.
Frank completely forgot about Mikey, Donna and his mom. He had no idea where they were, but he was too busy enjoying himself with Luke. He learnt that Luke was deeply “involved” with comics, was an outcast in high school - but college is so much better - and he wanted to sing in a band.
Frank imagined he’d be really fucking good at singing, just by the way his voice rasped excitedly. The guy had a hot voice. The annoying thing was that Luke wouldn’t take his damn costume, no matter how many times Frank had asked.
There was never any awkward silences during their conversations except when Luke would say how cute Frank was whenever he said “newb”. Frank wasn’t used to being complimented so he’d just blush and say “thanks” to his shoes, not making eye contact with Luke.
Whenever Frank asked Luke where he was from and what was he doing here, Luke would answer, “you, hopefully” and giggle hysterically or change the subject. It was sort of weird, what exactly was he hiding? And when Frank asked if Luke shouldn’t he be hanging out near the rides since he was in the mascot costume, Luke just answered he would rather be hanging out with Frank.
They wondered off to the hall to see the craft fair since they were tired of walking around with the sun still beating down on them and the hall was air-conditioned, also Luke said that he wanted to check out the ‘artsy stuff this town had to offer’.
The hall was crowded with old ladies and tables filled with crafts, jewellery, paintings, home baking and handmade knitted sweaters and blankets.
The two were busy looking at the some hand sewn stuffed chicks made of flannel when they were spilt up when a group of rowdy elementary-aged kids, bounding in, surrounding Luke since he was in the mascot costume.
Luke just laughed and tried to politely attach himself from the kids, but it wasn’t happening. The kids were yanking on his arms and demanding him to tell them a story.
Frank tried not to laugh when the kids pulled Luke over to an empty table and were basically crawling all over him. A kid with really big glasses fell off the table and landed on the floor with a big plop. The other kids laughed and pointed at the kid on the floor, the kid’s eyes glazing over with tears.
“Stop that,” Luke said sternly, pushing the kids off of him. He bent down to the fallen kid and wiped the kids tears away with his feathery hand. He wrapped his arm around the kid and turned to the kids that were still snickering at the misfortune of the other kid, giggling “what a loser!” and “the nerd can’t even stay on the table!”
“Listen,” Luke snapped at the other kids. “You have no fucking right to treat another kid like shit. He never did anything wrong and yet you make a fool out of him.”
“But he’s a loser. Nobody likes him anyways,” said a little girl with very curly hair.
“That’s the problem. How would you feel if people went around talking about you like that? How would you feel if you had no friends or anyone to talk to? How would you feel if you were knocked down and everyone laughed and didn’t help you to your feet?” Luke said his voice raising. Frank felt shivers going down his spine. Damn, that guy… fuck, he was something else. How was Frank finding that hot? He shook his head, trying not to think about it.
“But he’s not good at anything-” another kid said.
“Listen up, kid. How you do know if he’s not good at anything? You can’t go around judging people if you don’t know or even make the effort to get to know them, ya know?” he paused. “You gotta stop this shit. Does it make you feel better when you know that someone else is suffering? Just fucking think before you go around ruining other people. There’s no fucking reason for that bullshit,” Luke snapped, angrily at the kids. They stood frozen with fear and just nodded their heads.
Frank was amazed, he could tell his mouth was just gaping open. That was probably the most heart-felt, real rant he ever heard. He wish someone stuck up like that for him when he was young and getting bullied. Hell, he was still getting teased a lot. But Luke sounded so sincere and angered, that kind of made Frank’s heart skip a beat. This guy was for real. Frank smiled.
Luke turned to the kid with the glasses, “Kid, don’t ever let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. You’re fucking capable of whatever you wanna do. Don’t fucking let people knock you down. You’re a fucking somebody who is meant to do something that’s fucking great. If anyone brings you down, just keep doing what you’re doing and fucking strive for what you believe in. Who cares about those fuckers? In the end, you’ll be the bigger person.”
The kid smiled up at Luke, then flipped the other kids the bird and ran off. Luke just shrugged at the strange behaviour of the kid and tugged Frank’s arm and said, “Let’s get the hell outta here.”
Frank’s heart fluttered in his chest at the pressure of Luke’s hand on his arm and managed to nod dumbly and let himself be lead out of the building.
Frank could not describe how he was feeling towards Luke now. He wanted to fucking rip that costume off and see who the amazing person was beneath. Frank tried to listen to what Luke was talking about, but all he could here was the angered raspy voice that told those stupid kids were to go. It was hot, sort of dominating and it made Frank feel a little weak at the knees. He sighed and figured he was a goner already.
*
After finding walking around the Crop Hop sort of boring, Frank offered to show Luke the high school. It was locked of course, but he could still show Luke where the hellhole was.
Frank ranted and made obscene hand gestures while describing how much he hated school and what a jerk Carter was. He told Luke all about how small town schools suck and that Luke was lucky he lived in a city. Frank felt that he could tell Luke just about anything, except the strange feeling of his heart skipping a beat whenever Luke would giggle or answer Frank.
“Town, actually. I live in a town,” Luke replied as they took a break from all the walking and leaned down to sit against the brick wall of the school.
Wow, that was strange. That was the first Luke mentioned anything about living anywhere. “Are you fucking kidding me? If the population is like 60, 000 that’s like a fucking city! This place is a town!” Frank said.
“Well, yeah it’s considered a town…”Luke chuckled, scratching the side his head, the feathers ruffling.
Frank sighed and wondered for the millionth time what this Luke guy looked like beneath the costume, he was pretty much the most amazing person Frank had ever met. And Frank kind of liked, no, really liked the way Luke flirted with him and the way he walked really close to him and the way he giggled and the way he talked about music and wanting to make it and basically EVERYTHING.
Frank bit his lip and asked quietly, “Can you take off the costume? It must be getting really hot.” (Because I know I am, Frank thought.)
Luke turned his head to Frank, sharply. “Wait a minute! This is totally late, you know, but fuck…I can’t believe I didn’t ask you this,” Luke said, raising his feathered hand to his head to smack it.
“Ask me what?” Frank asked curiously, his palms sweating even more than before.
“What’s your name? All I knew was that they announced you as Chicken Boy,” Luke laughed at the strangeness of it all. “I know all this shit about you and I don’t even know your fucking name.”
“Oh!” Frank blushed, flicking his sweaty finger on a piece of grass. “It’s Frank. Frank Iero.”
That’s when everything took a sky rocket down.
Luke didn’t say anything, he just hoisted himself off the ground. Oh shit, maybe Frank should have not told him anything at all.
“What’s wrong?” asked Frank, scrambling to his feet. Fuck, why did he always have to mess everything up? How come nothing ever worked out for him?
“Is your dad Frank and your mom Linda?” came the question, something was wrong with Luke’s voice.
“Yeah! You know my parents? That’s awesome!” Frank smiled, grabbing at Luke’s arm. Maybe things were alright now. Please, please let everything go back to normal, Frank hoped.
Wait a second. His dude from not from here and he was older and he knew Frank’s parents. Maybe, just maybe. Could it be? Was it Gerard? He hoped, hoped with all his might that this guy was secretly Gerard or something. Ha, like that would happen. Gerard was probably with Mikey now. Why would Gerard want to hang around Frank anyway? Frank was just a newb to hot guys. Frank just hoped that maybe Luke was as sexy as he sounded underneath that stupid costume. He fucking wanted to throw Luke to the ground and tear it off.
“Um…No… uh, wait a minute,” Luke paused for what seemed a really long time, but in reality just a few seconds. “How old are you?” Luke’s voice sounded off, not friendly or excited as before. It was uneasy and nervous.
“Seventeen. What’s the problem? Your voice is all weird.” Frank was beyond confused, stepping closer to Luke. What was he doing wrong?
“Seventeen?!” exclaimed Luke, taking off, leaving Frank just standing there like a stupid newb.
“Wait! Luke! What’s wrong?” Frank dashed after him.
Luke was already crossing the street and it looked like he was heading back to main street. He turned back to Frank shouting, “You’re too fucking young!”
“What?! Wait!” Frank checked to see if any cars were coming and ran across the road to wherever Luke was headed.
Frank almost tripped over a twig from a tree and tried to pick up speed when he realized Luke was running off at a faster pace.
“Please! You have to tell me what’s wrong,” Frank panted, finally catching up to Luke. He grabbed Luke’s arm, pulling him to a stop.
Luke answered softly, “I thought you were older than that. I thought you were just talking about your high school experience. I didn’t know you were Frank Iero. I thought you were graduated already.”
“What does it matter?” Frank pleaded. “I like you. I like hanging out with you. I feel like I have an actual friend for once. Now what? Are you just going to bail on me?”
“Frank, I’m five years older than you-”
“I’m eighteen in October-” Frank started.
“That doesn’t make a difference. I thought you were nineteen at least... I’m fucking sick,” Luke turned away and started down a sheltered back alley, pine trees on one side of the road and the backyards of homes on the other. The back alley lead back to the Crop Hop festivities.
“Come back! Why are you sick?” Annoyed and confused by everything and not wanting to loose a potential friend who had the hottest personality ever, Frank ran with all his might, the pebbles from the road digging into the thin sole of Frank’s sneaker. He was faster than Luke and leaped out at Luke and pushed him over so he’d finally answer Frank’s questions.
Luke stumbled to the gravel road of the back alley and grunted. “What the hell, Frank?”
“Tell me what’s going on! I’m not letting you until you explain this shit,” Frank said, clutching the feathers of where Luke’s chest would be.
“Okay, you want me to honest? I’ll be honest. I thought you were really hot when you were playing tonight and when I got to know you-”
“You think I’m hot?” Frank asked, amazed, trying not to blush. A guy that Frank actually liked, liked him back? Was this real? He realized his grip on Luke’s chest.
“Uh..yeah. I thought that much was obvious. But you’re too young and I’m basically a pedophile now, right?”
“No, you’re not a pedophile. The proper way of saying it is that you want to have an ephebophilic relationship with me,” Frank said, face turning beat red. He didn’t mean to say the last part seeing that it sort of reflected his nerdy-ness.
“I’m the fucking college graduate and I don’t even know what the hell you just said,” laughed Luke.
“It means you’re attracted to teenagers-”
“No… Just you, Frankie,” Luke murmured.
Frank felt his face flush. Luke liked him. He really liked Luke. He’d basically let Luke do anything to him, even if Luke was as attractive as a mailbox.
“Uh... Actually, I don’t think I’d uh, mind, uh... doing, uh... with you. I mean, I really like you and if you just take off the costume and I’d uh…totally, um, yeah,” Frank mumbled, with embarrassment. How the hell was Frank supposed to tell this dude that he was actually okay with whatever Luke was propositioning.
“Uh.. okay. I’ll go take this off then. I’m supposed to leave it in some storage shed when I’m done with it,” said Luke, getting up off the ground, dusting himself off.
Frank did the same. He felt all jittery, like butterflies were swarming in his stomach. He was finally going to see what Luke looked like. He was maybe even going do other things then look at him when Luke got that costume off. He couldn’t help but feeling a little nervous.
It was getting quite dark out - Frank noticed - as they walked in silence to the storage shed which was located a few yards away from the sound stage, behind the town hall. He wondered if Luke was thinking about changing his mind since he was walking ahead of Frank, taking long strides, not talking or laughing like the way it was before.
Frank was starting to freak out mentally. When was the last time he had any sexual contact with anyone? Oh shit, it was a little over a year ago at a party his cousin dragged him to. Frank got really fucking drunk and made out with some girl from a couple towns away. Frank didn’t really remember what else they did. And Frank wasn’t ever with any guys. Well, except a couple years ago. But they had just made out, that’s it. Shit, what if Luke was really experienced and ended up thinking that Frank was a total newb? Frank nervously ran his fingers through his hair as they stopped in front of the shed.
Luke tried to fiddle with the lock, but he didn’t have so much luck with it due to the costume. He told Frank the combination of the lock and Frank attempted to open it, his hands shaking.
Luke took Frank’s hand. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to…” Luke started.
“No! I want to. I really do, it’s just…I don’t want you to think I’m a total newb or anything. It’s been a long - a really fucking long time, since I was with anyone,” Frank looked down at Luke’s feathered hand that covered his own.
“It’s okay.”
Frank pulled the lock off and took a step into the very small shed. It was about 8 feet by 12 feet and was crowded with garden rakes, a lawn mower, and some banners for the Chicken Parade.
“I’m going to take this off now,” Luke said softy.
Just then, the door whipped shut, leaving Luke and Frank in the dark. Luke stumbled around in the darkness. He managed to get over to the door. He tried to push it. The door wouldn’t budge.
“Shit! We’re locked in,” Luke exclaimed, banging against something. It was too dark to actually see anything. This really sucked.
Frank had no idea what to do. Shit! He suddenly remembered Mikey, Donna and his mom. What was he going to do? How was he going to find them? Oh wait, how were they going to find him? He had to get home! Oh great, what if they ran out of oxygen in this confined space?! He started thrashing around to find the door in the blackness of the shed.
“Fuck, it’s getting so hot,” Luke said, panicking. “And I can’t get the fucking door open!” he shoved at it. “Oh my God! Now it’s too fucking small and I’m getting fucking claustrophobic and I’m like, suffocating, and it’s too fucking hot and I need a smoke or Starbucks or, or-”
“So, in stressful situations, you crave nicotine or caffeine?” Frank asked, trying not to spaz out like Luke.
Luke just made an exasperated noise and banged into something in dark.
Frank really wished the place wasn’t so dark. What if there were spiders lurking or something? Oh my God! he thought. He was starting to hyperventilate.
“Fuck, I’m taking this off. I’m like, going to fucking die. And if I am going to die, I’m not dying in some fucking chicken costume,” Luke said pushing past Frank in the dark.
Frank sighed, worried. What if a spider fell in his hair or something? It looked pretty dusty when they first opened it.
Frank heard rustling. It was probably Luke taking off the costume. He heard something fall over, a rake, probably. Then something was thrown against the steel siding of the shed.
“I’m out of it now,” Luke said, voice detached.
Frank didn’t know what to do. Did that mean Luke wanted Frank to go to him? To start what he offered Frank?
Making his way to wherever Luke’s voice came from, Frank flailed around, trying to find where Luke was. Frank bumped into something solid. He figured it was Luke.
“Frank.”
All anxious thoughts about spiders and lack of oxygen and getting out of the shed left Frank’s mind. All he could focus on was the way Luke rasped out his name. Frank’s name. The way Luke said it… the way he breathed it out, sounding so yearning, filled with desire, desire for him.
Frank swallowed, maybe a little too hard and answered, shakily, “…Yeah?” Frank stepped a bit closer. He could hear Luke’s soft breathing .
“Come here,” Luke whispered. He felt around blindly for Frank, his hands landing on Frank’s, lacing this fingers through Frank’s warm hands only for short second; both hands sweating slightly with nervousness for what was about to come. Then very slowly, almost too slow, he slid his hands up to Frank’s shoulders, making soothing circular motions. When they came to a stop, it left Frank trembling with a feeling he could only describe with want or fear or maybe a combination of both.
Luke’s hands ran down to the small of Frank’s back, Frank’s t-shirt riding up, exposing his skin, goosebumps forming from the falling temperature. Luke was nudging Frank closer to him, bringing him close, close enough so that Frank’s hands landed flatly against Luke’s chest. Frank automatically dropped his arms to his side, afraid.
“It’s okay,” Luke whispered, sensing Frank’s fear. He brought Frank close to him, one hand tangled in the soft locks of Frank’s hair, then trailing down to neck, stoking his skin, gently.
Frank shivered under his touch. He didn’t even get to see what this guy looked like, but the way Luke was touching him, it was driving Frank insane.
Frank finally lifted his arms and ran his hands over Luke’s chest, maybe it could be… could be Gerard. Frank knew he was hoping for a long shot. But Frank wanted to know, so he felt and traced his fingers down to Luke’s ribs and a little lower.
Well, so much for Frank hoping it was Gerard. Luke’s middle seemed thinner than what Gerard had looked like in that picture. Whatever, Frank could just use his imagination, it seemed to work during his late night masturbation sessions.
He ran his hands further up to Luke’s neck, and then to his hair. It was soft between Frank’s fingers, but it was too short to be Gerard’s, but it was still fairly long. Frank couldn’t help but feeling a little disappointed.
Frank generally thought that Luke must have had a fairly good physique. He felt not too thin, and he definitely was not chubby. He just wished he could see what Luke actually looked like, bathed in sunlight, not surrounded by the dark they were buried in. He wanted to see his face.
“Close your eyes. I don’t wanna poke one out,” Frank whispered, pressing his chest against Luke’s, fingers still in Luke’s hair.
“Why?” Luke breathed, lightly over Frank’s cheek.
“Because…if I can’t see you, I want to touch your face. Imagine what it looks like,” Frank stated.
“Alright,” came the answer.
His fingers slowly traced over Luke’s forehead, over his eye lids, over his pointed nose, and thumbed at Luke’s lips. They were soft and plump, a little dry. Luke poked his tongue out and licked at Frank’s fingers, moist and hot. Frank almost letting out a small moan.
Frank sighed, pulling his fingers back and tracing them down to Luke’s jaw line. It was definitely not a strong jaw line, but it was more squared, a little feminine, with only a fair amount of stubble. Frank pulled back, he felt himself getting hard. There was no use denying it, hiding it, avoiding it. He knew that Luke was very attractive, possibly as attractive as Gerard.
“You feel beautiful to me. I wish I could see you, though,” Frank murmured, pressing his lips into Luke’s neck, he could taste the salt from the sweat lingering on Luke’s skin.
“Frankie…” Luke sighed, his hands over Frank’s belt, then slowly lifting the shirt to discover and roam the skin on Frank’s back - his body, wanting and needing more.
Frank couldn’t handle this anymore. His heart was beating a mile a minute, his dick was aching to be touched and he wanted to fucking shove Luke against the wall and ravish his body.
Frustrated with waiting, Frank thrust his hardness against Luke’s thigh. Maybe Luke would finally get the hint of how much Frank wanted him, needed him.
Enough was enough.
“I want you and I don’t even know you. I don’t even know what you look like, but I want you. I want you so badly. And I want you now,” Frank whispered, his lips finally meeting Luke’s, all thoughts of Gerard disappearing.
A/N 2: Thanks peeps for reading. I may not be able to update for a couple weeks. But I definitely will not abandon it. This is the pic of Gerard from the last chapter. There's better ones out there. And that isn't really the one I described, but whatevs, it works.
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