Uncertain Circumstance - Ch. 12
Title: Uncertain Circumstance - Ch. 12
Author: thefirstkilljoy
Pairing: Frank/Gerard Gerard/Others Frank/Others
Rating:PG-13
POV: Third
Summary:A dance class can bring them together but others can rip them apart.
Disclaimer: I don't own rights to anything MCR. If I owned Frank Iero or Gerard Way this would be video. :P
Warnings: Language, situation, abuse, and mentions of sex/sex.
Frank's eyes opened and he found himself in Gerard's bed alone. He slowly sat up and looked around; he was alone in the room. He got out of Gerard's bed and went to grab his clothes but they weren't there, only his old and ruined shoes. He tiptoed upstairs in the pajama's Gerard had given him and listened, there was movement in the kitchen and quiet music playing. He quietly yawned and walked down the tiny hallway to Gerard's kitchen. He saw Gerard at the stove, music playing from the CD player he had causing him to sing along. Frank smiled as Gerard quietly sung along. He sat at the bar, still remaining unseen. Gerard flipped the pancakes he was making. He was slightly dancing.
"So you can dance you just pretend to be horrible to break my toes," Frank smiled as Gerard whipped around and saw him.
"Heh, hi. So you're up?" Gerard reached into the fridge and removed a container of orange juice.
"Yeah," Frank smiled, feeling rested. "Sorry if I kicked you last night. I hear I move around in my
sleep."
"No, you didn't. I slept well. Did you sleep okay?" Gerard set a glass of orange juice in front of Frank.
"Yeah, I slept great actually. Thanks," he smiled as he sipped his orange juice.
"Good." Gerard smiled crookedly and went back to making the pancakes. He set a plate down in front of Frank with three pancakes and handed him some syrup.
"Oh," Frank's voice betrayed his surprise that the pancakes were for him, "Thanks." He smiled as he used a little bit of syrup for his pancakes.
"No problem," Gerard smiled as he sat down with his own plate. He situated himself next to Frank at the bar. "So…do you have to go home early or can you hang out?" Gerard looked over at Frank who was eating his pancakes.
"I can hang out," he said after he swallowed down the pancakes. He was eating quickly, his last meal being over twenty hours ago. Gerard noticed and frowned a little, making sure Frank couldn't see his face.
"Awesome. I'm not sure what we'll do but I'll figure something out." He sipped his milk and smiled at Frank.
Frank smiled back. The two ate in silence for a bit, Frank was full after he was only halfway through his pancakes. He got up to wash his dish and Gerard's eye went to Frank's bloated stomach. Not use to being full or having sweets it was having a hard time digesting. Gerard frowned but went back to looking at his plate when Frank was done cleaning his dishes.
"Thanks for the pancakes," Frank smiled. "They were really good."
"I'm glad you liked them. I can be a questionable cook," he laughed a little.
The two looked at each other and smiled until they heard the door open and shut. Gerard glanced down the hall. "Dad? What are you doing home?" He was surprised to see his father who was suppose to be gone for another day or so.
"Meetings finished up early and I-," Donald now stood in the kitchen and saw a timid Frank fidgeting in the middle of the kitchen. "Well hello, I'm Donald, Gerard's dad." He reached his hand out, Frank slowly took it.
"I'm Frank. Frank Iero, sir." Frank smiled back politely feeling oddly vulnerable in the middle of the big kitchen.
"So polite," Donald smiled. "Iero…where have I heard that name?" Donald bunched his face up as he thought. "You're mother…is her name Linda Iero?"
Frank looked down and nodded. "Yes, sir." He knew Donald had probably heard of his mother, who hadn't.
"Well, I never knew she had a son. It's a pleasure to meet you." Donald smiled warmly.
Frank couldn't tell if the man was just trying to be polite but even so, he was trying not to like him. He knew this man sometimes inflicted pain on Gerard, he didn't want to like him, but he seemed nice. It wasn't the fake nice his mother would put on, it was real.
"Well," Donald heaved a quiet sigh as he got himself a cup of coffee, "I'm going to be working on Garrett's Trans am. I'll probably be at the garage most of the day."
Frank's eyes flickered a bit. He loved cars; he hadn't really acknowledged that Gerard's father was a mechanic.
"Would you like to come Gerard?" His father asked hopefully.
Gerard just shook his head and stared at his plate. "You know I hate going down there and watching you tinker away."
"Well you could help, learn a bit about it?" Donald smiled at his son, still hopeful, but Gerard shook his head. "How about you Frank? You like cars?"
Frank didn't want to be rude, he nodded his head. "Yes, sir."
"You know anything about them?" Donald asked, now intrigued by Frank's interested.
"I've read some magazines…but I doubt it's anything close to the real thing," Frank smiled a little.
"Well how would you feel about coming down with me? I know we don't know each other very well but it could be fun. Gerard doesn't have many friends; it would be good to get to know you. You wouldn't have to stay the whole time, just a little while if you wanted, Gerard could pick you up." Donald looked at Frank with a hopeful face.
Frank didn't want to be rude to Gerard's father. He knew Donald was probably trying to see if Frank was anything like his mother, into drugs, a bad kid. He knew this was probably a subtle way for Donald to get to know him, see if he wanted Frank around Gerard. He glanced at Gerard who was only staring at his father.
"That would be great, sir. If it's okay with Gerard?" Frank looked over at Gerard who smiled back, meekly.
"Sure, you two have fun." Gerard got up and took care of his plate. Donald smiled and mentioned he had to go change. Frank looked at Gerard, he needed his clothes.
"Gerard…did you take my clothes?" Frank smiled weakly.
"Oh I tossed them in the wash. You should just bum something off me anyway, I have old shirts you can get messy," he was slowly walking down the stairs and Frank followed. He was digging through his drawers as Frank stood by him. He handed him a baggy shirt of his that was old and Frank found a pair of jeans in his bag.
"Thanks Gerard," Frank smiled before he went into the bathroom and quickly changed his clothes.
"Do you really want to go?" Gerard was staring at Frank as he came out of the bathroom.
"Your father invited me," he said quietly.
"That's not what I asked." Gerard smiled a little.
"Well I think your father just wants to get a good look in my eyes. It has to happen sooner or later…if we're going to be friends. Might as well be now," Frank said with a quiet voice, he smiled a little.
"Alright. I'll pick you up in a couple hours, okay?" He stood now and came over to take Frank's old pajamas.
"Okay," Frank smiled back to him and went upstairs, following behind his steps.
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The next four hour at the garage went surprisingly fast for Frank. He was enjoying getting his hands dirty and that Donald seemed to enjoy teaching him things. He had learned how to change breaks and was in the middle of learning about under the car repair. He was slid under the car with Donald, laughing as the man made a joke when Gerard walked up.
"You two having fun?" Gerard leaned down with his hands in his pockets to see them better.
"Oh, the woman is here," Donald teased before sliding out from under the car and wiping his hands on a rag. Frank came out and Gerard smiled at his slightly greasy face and messy hair. Donald handed Frank the rag who wiped his hands.
"You ready to go?" Gerard smiled down at Frank.
Frank nodded as he stood up. "Thank you, sir. I had a great time." Frank smiled at Donald.
"I told you its Donald," he smiled, "and no problem, kiddo. Anytime you want to mess around and learn about cars you just come on over." Donald rested his hands on his hips with a smile towards Frank.
"Will do, si- Donald." Frank smiled and said his goodbye before he unzipped his coveralls and slid them off. As he put it back where it belonged Gerard's father leaned into him.
"He's a very sweet kid. I was a little worried about him being more like his mother but he seems like a good kid stuck in the wrong home," Donald said quietly.
"Yeah, about that. Isn't his mother a stripper or something?" The two were talking quietly since Frank was only going to the back room.
"Oh yeah, she's a lot more then that though, she's more of a prostitute, big junkie," Donald whispered. "She's brought her car in three times and completely slipped the bill."
"So what…you're going to have Frank working here to pay it off?" Gerard smiled and raised a playful eyebrow at his father.
"No, I actually had fun teaching him and showing him things. It's not every day that a father has two sons who care nothing for cars," he smiled back to his son before walking to the front of the car.
"So you like him?" Gerard was gently pulling at him fingers.
"Yes, he's a good kid," Donald was messing around under the hood.
"So it's okay to bring him around more often?" Gerard bit his lip, hopeful.
"Well I have no worries as long as nothing happens or goes bad, I'm sure his mother won't mind much. Just make sure she knows he's leaving, I don't need the woman trying to sue me or throw me in jail," his father said in a hushed tone. Gerard nodded.
Frank walked up silently. "Thank you again, I had a good time." He smiled back at Donald.
"Like I said, anytime you want to come over and mess around, you just let me know." Frank smiled back at Donald's warm grin.
"Will do, sir," he saw Donald make a playfully stern face, "I mean…Donald." He smiled back at the man.
The two left soon after and got into Gerard's car.
"Did you have a good time?" Gerard asked as he started his car.
"Yeah, I had a great time," Frank smiled, "but I can't get all the grease off my face." He rubbed at his cheeks with a wipe from the garage.
Gerard laughed a little. "Are you hungry?" Gerard looked over at Frank who shook his head.
"Nah, I can live," Frank said as his stomach growled. He smiled a little, playfully cursing his stomach.
"Alright, we'll just go through the drive thru," Gerard said as he pulled in and placed an order, then got Frank's. As the two waited in the line of cars Gerard held back what he wanted to say, 'I missed you.' He thought it was an obsessive thought, the two hadn't known each other that long. He figured it would scare Frank away, he was scaring himself. The four hours for him had slowly ticked by, feeling like an entire day. He had originally planned to wait five hours but ended up having to go get Frank, he had missed him.
"Thank you," Frank said after Gerard paid.
"No problem. I'm glad you had fun today," Gerard smiled as he handed Frank his drink.
"So what are we doing when we get back to your place?" Frank quietly quizzed as he stuck a French fry in his mouth, making Gerard laugh a little as the end hung out. Frank blushed.
"Um, what do you want to do? We can go home and play video games or watch horror movies in my room or go for a walk or just go home and chill, whatever you want really." Gerard was slowly eating his fries as he was driving, they weren't too far from home but he was hungry.
"I could go for a video game or a movie," Frank suggested as he took a big bite of his Veggie-burger. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten one of these. He was savoring it but wanted to inhale it all at the same time.
"Alright, I'll show you what I have when we get there," Gerard nodded as he quickly finished up a fry.
The two went inside and decided on video games. Gerard had felt superior winning so much but once Frank figured out all the moves properly, Gerard realized he didn't stand a chance. He didn't mind though, the smile on Frank's face made him figure losing every game was worth it. After the twentieth time in a row, 'Loser!' popped up on Gerard's side of the screen he playfully hit Frank with a pillow.
Frank giggled, "I win, again." Frank smiled happily and wiggled in place like he was dancing. Gerard playfully swatter him again and Frank laughed. Gerard dived on him and Frank giggled as Gerard straddled him and tickled his sides.
"Ah-ha, I thought you seemed like the ticklish type," Gerard playfully screamed over Frank's giggled. His hands worked up and down Frank's sides.
Frank was nearly out of breath from his fits of laughter, letting out breathless, 'stop's' and 'no's'. Gerard let his fingers rest on Frank's sides as the younger boy caught his breath. He smiled down at him, his face was red from his laughing and his chest was rising and falling. He looked back up at Gerard with his deep brown eyes, with their many soft shades and hues.
Gerard leaned down and captured Frank's lips. Frank's hands found their way into Gerard's hair where they ran through the black locks, gently gripping every once in a while from the heated kiss. Gerard's hands were back to running up and down Frank's sides, but this time flat and gripping. Frank quietly huffed as Gerard's mouth went to his neck and the pressure on his middle from Gerard straddling him made him let out a weak, "Oh."
Gerard liked that noise, he wanted it again. He liked how weak and desperate Frank's voice sounded. He pushed their middles together once again and this time they both made the tiny noise, breathing into one another's mouths. Frank's eyes were half lidded as he looked down at Gerard's lips. Gerard leaned in, but this time gently placing a soft kiss where he had previously placed a chased, heated one. Frank's fingers gently placed themselves in Gerard's hair as the two slowly worked each other's lips together. When they pulled apart Gerard gently leaned his forehead against Frank's. The two quietly breathed and looked into each other's eyes, sharing this moment together. Gerard gently nuzzled his nose against Frank's with a weak smile that Frank returned.
"I want this…but I don't know how and I can't give you what you want," Gerard frowned as he continued to gently breathe against Frank's lips.
"I can wait," Frank whispered before he leaned up and pressed another soft kiss against Gerard's lips. Gerard pulled Frank's body up against his and held him close. Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard's back and held himself up to him, placing his cheek against Gerard's chest.
Gerard was stuck inside. The feeling of having Frank close to him, head on his chest, arms around him made him happier than anything, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to admit he was in love with another guy, that he was gay, he just couldn't do it. He was worried that Frank would be waiting forever. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed this moment, telling himself it was just affection he needed, not having feelings for the shorter boy. He hadn't ever had many friends and he lacked a mother for the last six months. Plus his younger brother who used to be his best friend and gave him hugs daily hardly talked to him anymore. He rolled and pulled Frank with him, letting the smaller body rest on top of his. Frank's nose nuzzled into his neck and breathed him in; Gerard smiled at the feeling, it almost tickling. The two continued to lie like this until they heard someone enter the house upstairs.
Frank slipped off Gerard and helped him sit up. As the two heard rapid steps coming down the stairs they went back to playing their game, making it look unobvious that the two had been doing anything but. Mikey came in and looked at them.
"Oh, hi. Back again I see," he looked Frank up and down. Frank nodded his head. "Gerard can I talk to you?" Mikey said as he moved his glance to his older brother. Gerard nodded and got up, following his brother upstairs.
"What's up, Mikey?" Gerard stuck his hands in his back pockets, worried Mikey knew what the other two had been doing.
"Frank needs to go home," Mikey stated plainly.
"What? Why?" Gerard took his hands from his pocket and crossed them over his chest.
"Jake's mom knows a woman who works with Frank's mother, Linda, she's looking for Frank. I heard she's freaking out. He needs to go home before she gets the cops involved. So let him know," Mikey said with no really emotion, just a plain, bored face. Gerard nodded and Mikey went upstairs.
Gerard slowly descended the stairs to his room and opened the door. Frank sat cross legged, resting back on his hands. "Um…rumor has it your mom is looking for you. We should probably get you home." Gerard scratched at the back of his head, hoping it wouldn't be awkward and Frank wouldn't get mad at him for saying he should go home.
"Oh," Frank's eyes got big and he instantly began to rush around the room and get his stuff. He grabbed the clean clothes Gerard had washed and threw them in his bag. "I can walk home, it's no big deal. She's probably just wondering where I am and asking around." Frank pulled his bag on and set on the edge of Gerard's bed to pull on his shoes.
"Are you sure? I mean it's no problem," Gerard followed Frank up the stairs.
Frank was quickly making his way to the door, Gerard having to walk at a fast pace to follow. "No it's alright. I'll see you at dance class or you can call or…whatever. Thanks for everything, I really appreciate it. Bye." Frank closed the door quickly behind him after he had finished his fast speech.
Gerard watched the boy jump down their steps and run down the pathway before quickly running down the sidewalk and taking the corner. Gerard frowned; it seemed a little unbelievable that Frank was gone so fast. Gerard walked down the stairs to his room and sat on his bed with a heaving sigh, staring at the spot on the floor the two had been laying on. He rubbed his eyes as he rested his face in his hand. He was confused with everything. He didn't know what he wanted and was worried about Frank going home, that he could be hurt. He told himself it would probably be better if he didn't see Frank for a while, at least until dance glass, only two days. He needed to try and get his head straight and being around Frank made that hard. When he was around, it was just easier to give up and go with the flow of his actions but his actions came without thought and that wouldn't help either of them. He had to figure everything out. He rubbed his temples gently and lay down across his bed deciding he would try to rest; maybe a good rest would make it better.
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Frank looked at his house across the road, it was dark by now. He walked across the snow covered driveway and slowly pushed the door open, it creaked loudly and got stuck on the corner like it usually did and made a loud noise throughout the house. He closed his eyes tightly and slowly entered. His mother and the man sat at the table, Frank noticed his work shirt said, 'Henry,' he wondered how he hadn't noticed before now.
"Hi mom," Frank quietly said.
She stood up with an angry expression and crossed her arms. "Where have you been young man?"
"I was at a friend's house," Frank shook slightly as he spoke. "Henry wanted some alone time last night so I left so he could have it."
His mother walked over to him, her arms still folded across her chest. "Henry said you tried to pull something with him and he caught you and you left running." She tapped her foot, waiting for her sons reply.
"No, mom that's not true. You have to believe me; I wouldn't do anything like that." Frank was sputtering, desperately trying to find the words to say so his mother would believe the truth.
"Frank I don't want to hear no more of it. Go to your room, Henry will be there in a minute to take care of you," his mother spoke harshly, her eyes glaring into him. She stomped back to the table and sat down nudging the ashtray that was piled up with her arm.
Frank went to speak but only received a glare; he hung his head as he walked down the hallway to his room. He sat on his bed, nervously eyeing the door, and waiting for his beating. Henry soon came in and Frank looked at the floor.
"Still think your mother's going to chose you over me?" Henry was removing his leather belt. "Bend over." Frank shook as he did so, feeling awkward. "Pull down your pants!" Frank shook at Henry's screams and slowly did as he was told. "Pull up your shirt!" The man seemed irritated, like he had already told Frank this and he wasn't listening. Frank did as he was commanded and whimpered loudly in fear as the man ripped down his boxers. He stood shaking as he was bent over and his bare backside pushed out for the man. He yelped loudly as the leather strap and buckle of the belt dug into his lower back and snapped across his backside. Henry continued to swing the belt long after Frank's body had given out and he had fallen to the floor. He looked down at the young boy who had nicks all over his body that were oozing with blood. "You're disgusting, clean yourself up and get your ass in bed." He spat on Frank who flinched at the sight of the man's body coming closer to his by only inches. He left Frank alone in the room, lying on the floor.
Frank slowly inched himself onto his bed, quietly whimpering and yelping as fits of pain ripped through his body. He only pulled up his boxers; his jeans would be to tight and only cause more pain. As he slowly and sloppily covered himself he left his shoes on his feet and his pants around his ankles. His whole body was racked with pain forcing him to shake as he felt blood making warm, wet trails down his back and beginning to pool on his bed sheets. His bed was cold, his whole room was. He longed for the warm bed that belonged to Gerard, with Gerard's warm body lying beside him. He felt safe around Gerard and wished the older male was here now to comfort him. He whimpered quietly as his cuts and welts began to slowly sting, leaving a burning sensation on his lower thighs, butt, and his back. He wished he could get up and properly dress himself for the chilly night but couldn't. He was in far too much pain to even roll over. He hugged the blankets to his almost naked body weakly and wished Gerard was here to keep him warm, keep him safe. He now noticed he was wearing Gerard's shirt, the one he had borrowed to work at the garage. He smiled sadly and buried his face in the soft fabric that smelt of the older male. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep, imagining Gerard's warm chest in front of him and his arms around him.