Forbidden Ch.4
Title: Forbidden Ch. 4
Author: thefirstkilljoy
Pairing: Frank/Gerard Gerard/Himself Gerard/OC Frank/OC Frank/Mikey
Rating:NC-17
POV: Gerard's
Summary: Gerard finds out he'll soon be sharing a bedroom with his step-brother Frank. Will the two get along?
Disclaimer: I don't own rights to anything MCR.
Warnings: Sex, Language, and some slightly violent sex, mentions of rape, and situations containing rape.
When I got home, I was feeling a little tired, this happened to me a lot lately. I would often be worn out easily, I figured it was from my lack of full nights of sleep. I grabbed my bags out of the backseat and walked up the path to our front door. I used my key to unlock it and let myself in.
"I'm home," I said loudly as I could hear Linda working in the kitchen.
"Oh, Hi honey. Supper will be ready in an hour. Why don't you go down to your room and relax for a bit? Frank's down there."
I wanted to run right down but knew it would be to obvious that I was worried about him going through my things.
"Alright," I opened the door and went downstairs.
When I opened the door at the bottom of the stairs, to my room, I glanced in. He was on his cot, still messing with his guitar.
"Hi," I said quietly as I took care of the things I got for the bathroom. He just made a quiet grunting noise. "I-uh… I noticed you needed new guitar strings so," I reached into one of my bags and grabbed them out, placing the little boxes on his bed. I fit all the tinier, now empty bags, into the biggest and put them by the door.
He sat up and glanced over the back of the boxes. He looked up and with a sheepish smile said, "Thanks."
I nodded and went to my desk, grabbing up a couple of drawings that I had left lying out. I didn't have much to do so I grabbed up a fresh piece of paper and one of my well used charcoal pencils. I began to sketch the outline of a random face, I figured it would come to me once I got started. I could hear Frank behind me, opening his packages and starting to change his strings. I almost didn't like it, it felt like I was being watched, though he couldn't see what I was drawing. The noise was also somewhat distracting. I usually liked to hear my pencil scraping over the paper beneath it, but it was hard to concentrate on with the noise of Frank retuning his guitar. I almost said something but I wanted us to actually get along, so I wasn't about to say something that would upset him. He finished tuning and I thanked the heavens, thinking he was done. The next thing I knew he was playing a guitar riff, I still remained quiet because I could tell he was playing a lot quieter then he could of. We sat in silence for some time, nothing but his guitar playing and my pencil scratching the paper. I soon learned I liked the riff he was playing. I turned around and face him in my chair.
"What is that?" I questioned.
He continued to stare down at his guitar, "Just something I've been working on. Why? Sound like something you know?" He looked up at me.
"No, I just like it." I stated.
"I didn't know a guy like you would be into rock," he said, he glanced up from his guitar but continued to strum.
"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't have good taste in music," I smiled.
He smiled back, glancing up once more. "I'd like to say something."
"Of course," I nodded my head and waited for him to speak.
"I am sorry for what I said about you last night. I mean…it's just hard for me to be here and everything and I just lashed out at you since your gay, you get grouped with the dick who split up my parents," he said flatly.
"Well," I kind of smiled, "I'm not really into married men, so I'm safe to be around.'' I smiled as he kind of laughed at my little joke.
"All the same, I'm sorry," he said as he sat his guitar against the wall.
"It's no big deal. You're not the first guy to call me a flamer," I said as I waved my hand and took care of the drawing I had been working on.
"So what do you do around this town for fun?" He asked as he leaned his head back on his arms.
"Nothing," I teased. "Well…there's the movie theater, tons of shops, music stores, and a couple things. It can be a little lame," I stated as I spun slightly in my chair.
"Hmm. It doesn't really matter, my mother won't let me out anyway," he yawned a little.
"Why?" I got up from the chair and laid across my bed, looking at him. I bunched a pillow under my chest at the foot of the bed and laid my head on it. I was tired but still wanted to look at him and talk.
"She just figures I'll book it back to my dad's. I'd like it but I can't, even if I was let out," he stated with a bored matter.
"Well, I know it blows, but I'm glad to meet you. " I smiled at him and he grinned back a little.
"You're not hitting on me are you?" he smiled playfully.
"Oh yes, my stepbrother is my new crush," I smirked back.
"Hope not," he smiled before going quiet and resting his eyes.
I rolled onto my side and looked at his face as it was relaxed. I whispered so only I could hear, "Me too."
Author: thefirstkilljoy
Pairing: Frank/Gerard Gerard/Himself Gerard/OC Frank/OC Frank/Mikey
Rating:NC-17
POV: Gerard's
Summary: Gerard finds out he'll soon be sharing a bedroom with his step-brother Frank. Will the two get along?
Disclaimer: I don't own rights to anything MCR.
Warnings: Sex, Language, and some slightly violent sex, mentions of rape, and situations containing rape.
When I got home, I was feeling a little tired, this happened to me a lot lately. I would often be worn out easily, I figured it was from my lack of full nights of sleep. I grabbed my bags out of the backseat and walked up the path to our front door. I used my key to unlock it and let myself in.
"I'm home," I said loudly as I could hear Linda working in the kitchen.
"Oh, Hi honey. Supper will be ready in an hour. Why don't you go down to your room and relax for a bit? Frank's down there."
I wanted to run right down but knew it would be to obvious that I was worried about him going through my things.
"Alright," I opened the door and went downstairs.
When I opened the door at the bottom of the stairs, to my room, I glanced in. He was on his cot, still messing with his guitar.
"Hi," I said quietly as I took care of the things I got for the bathroom. He just made a quiet grunting noise. "I-uh… I noticed you needed new guitar strings so," I reached into one of my bags and grabbed them out, placing the little boxes on his bed. I fit all the tinier, now empty bags, into the biggest and put them by the door.
He sat up and glanced over the back of the boxes. He looked up and with a sheepish smile said, "Thanks."
I nodded and went to my desk, grabbing up a couple of drawings that I had left lying out. I didn't have much to do so I grabbed up a fresh piece of paper and one of my well used charcoal pencils. I began to sketch the outline of a random face, I figured it would come to me once I got started. I could hear Frank behind me, opening his packages and starting to change his strings. I almost didn't like it, it felt like I was being watched, though he couldn't see what I was drawing. The noise was also somewhat distracting. I usually liked to hear my pencil scraping over the paper beneath it, but it was hard to concentrate on with the noise of Frank retuning his guitar. I almost said something but I wanted us to actually get along, so I wasn't about to say something that would upset him. He finished tuning and I thanked the heavens, thinking he was done. The next thing I knew he was playing a guitar riff, I still remained quiet because I could tell he was playing a lot quieter then he could of. We sat in silence for some time, nothing but his guitar playing and my pencil scratching the paper. I soon learned I liked the riff he was playing. I turned around and face him in my chair.
"What is that?" I questioned.
He continued to stare down at his guitar, "Just something I've been working on. Why? Sound like something you know?" He looked up at me.
"No, I just like it." I stated.
"I didn't know a guy like you would be into rock," he said, he glanced up from his guitar but continued to strum.
"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't have good taste in music," I smiled.
He smiled back, glancing up once more. "I'd like to say something."
"Of course," I nodded my head and waited for him to speak.
"I am sorry for what I said about you last night. I mean…it's just hard for me to be here and everything and I just lashed out at you since your gay, you get grouped with the dick who split up my parents," he said flatly.
"Well," I kind of smiled, "I'm not really into married men, so I'm safe to be around.'' I smiled as he kind of laughed at my little joke.
"All the same, I'm sorry," he said as he sat his guitar against the wall.
"It's no big deal. You're not the first guy to call me a flamer," I said as I waved my hand and took care of the drawing I had been working on.
"So what do you do around this town for fun?" He asked as he leaned his head back on his arms.
"Nothing," I teased. "Well…there's the movie theater, tons of shops, music stores, and a couple things. It can be a little lame," I stated as I spun slightly in my chair.
"Hmm. It doesn't really matter, my mother won't let me out anyway," he yawned a little.
"Why?" I got up from the chair and laid across my bed, looking at him. I bunched a pillow under my chest at the foot of the bed and laid my head on it. I was tired but still wanted to look at him and talk.
"She just figures I'll book it back to my dad's. I'd like it but I can't, even if I was let out," he stated with a bored matter.
"Well, I know it blows, but I'm glad to meet you. " I smiled at him and he grinned back a little.
"You're not hitting on me are you?" he smiled playfully.
"Oh yes, my stepbrother is my new crush," I smirked back.
"Hope not," he smiled before going quiet and resting his eyes.
I rolled onto my side and looked at his face as it was relaxed. I whispered so only I could hear, "Me too."