The Doll Shop [6/?]
Title: The Doll Shop
Author:
byond_redemptn
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Frankie and Gee are their own people, i don't know them, so obviously i can't own them. This Story line is one of my own creation.
Beta:
ash_neenanWarnings: Swearing.
Summary: Frank has been an outcast ever since he started high-school. No matter how many times he tried to make friends he was laughed at and told to get lost. When a piece of paper is slipped into his locker, he expects it to be another threat, but finds it to be something totally unexpected, something that would change is life forever. Instructions to
The Doll Shop.
Gerard groaned and rolled over onto his side, his arms snaked their way around his waist as he cradled his stomach.
“I’m dying Frankie and it’s entirely your fault!”
Frank’s laughter echoed across the park as he watched the black haired Doll rock gently on the floor.
“No you aren’t you big wuss! You’ve just got a tummy ache.”
Gerard tilted his head and glared at the laughing boy.
“No, I’m dying and it’s your fault. So I hate you!”
Gerard pulled his knees up against his chest and hid his face in them, choosing to ignore the boy’s presence.
The brown eyed boy chuckled quietly to himself.
He decided against mentioning the fact that the ‘dying’ boy lying before him had continued to stuff his face with the sour straps well after Frank had told him to slow down. It had almost seemed like the pale boy was afraid he’d never eat them again if he stopped, or it could just be Gerard being Gerard not listening to common sense.
Frank giggled.
Yeah that seemed about right.
He sighed as he watched his only friend roll limply onto his back. His eyes were closed and his face was contorted into one of pure pain.
Well as much pain as a stomach ache could cause.
Frank crawled over to the pale boy. The setting sun caused shadows to dance across his pale cheeks.
Frank really did feel for the boy.
He’d forgotten the number of times, he’d found himself in that same situation, except there was one difference, Gerard wasn’t alone.
Without a second thought, Frank slipped his hand beneath the Doll’s shirt and gently started rubbing in lazy circles across the pale skin.
He felt the boy tense briefly beneath his cold fingers before he felt the tension slowly slip away.
“What are you doing Frankie?” A quiet whisper filtered through the fading light.
Frank stayed silent for a few moments, just watching and feeling his finger tips gently skim the soft skin of the Doll’s stomach.
“I’m making you feel better,” he whispered back, “I can stop if you want.”
Though it pained him to do so, Frank slowly started to remove his hand from beneath the boy’s shirt.
“NO!”
Frank jumped slightly as Gerard’s harsh words broke the silence and cold fingers wrapped around his wrist.
Frank’s eyes locked onto Gerard’s.
“Please,” Frank watched in fascination as Gerard’s head fell back before his eyes found Frank’s again. “Please don’t stop.”
Frank nodded and slipped his fingers further under the dark material. He could feel the soft skin warming beneath his touch.
It was so soft.
Frank could hear soft sighs of contentment slipping from between Gerard’s beautiful lips as his fingers skimmed over the prominent bones of his ribcage.
Frank giggled as Gerard shifted slightly when his fingers skimmed over his side.
“Ticklish Bumble Bee?”
Gerard shifted away slightly as Frank’s fingers skimmed his side again.
“No…”
Frank laughed.
“Liar.”
“I’m not!”
Frank continued to skim his fingers over Gerard’s side, smirking as Gerard continued to shift uncomfortably.
“Stop it Frankie!”
Frank giggled.
“But this is so much fun!”
Gerard whimpered.
“Not fun, it’s mean!”
Frank slipped his fingers from beneath the other boy’s shirt.
He turned away, hiding his pain at the loss of contact.
“Well at least you’re feeling better now.”
Gerard watched Frank as he stared out over the park.
“Thank you Frankie.” He whispered.
Frank nodded and turned to smile at the other boy.
“No problem, what are friends for?”
Gerard smiled back, trying not to let his disappointment show on his face.
Sitting up, Gerard pressed his shoulder up against the smaller boy’s as they watched the sun set.
“What do you want to do now?”
Frank gazed at the sky as it turned a fiery orange, and bright pink stained the clouds.
“What ever you like Bumble Bee.”
The pale boy turned.
The smaller boy looked so peaceful.
“I don’t mind Frankie,” He paused, “As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”
Smiling, Frank turned to the other boy.
“Oh, aren’t you just adorable?”
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How they managed to get to Frankie’s from the park with out falling over every three steps, was quite a feet on their behalves.
Giggling, the two boys stumbled through the front door, hushing each other as they slipped over the mat and burst into fits of giggles.
They weren’t drunk, just high on sugar and coffee, something far more dangerous.
Frank giggled as Gerard walked into a table placed against the wall.
“Careful.” Frank whispered.
Gerard giggled.
“Sorry.”
Frank shook his head and walked into the kitchen, dumping his keys in the ball on top of the table Gerard had walked into on his way past.
“You can come in you know!” Frank called to the Doll standing in his hallway.
“Oh- uh, r-right.” Gerard rushed to meet Frank in the kitchen.
Standing in the door way, Gerard was surprised by how clean it was.
He hadn’t seen Frank as the “clean” type.
Frank laughed at Gerard’s expression.
“I know, freaky huh?”
Gerard nodded mutely, eyes sweeping over the pristine interior.
“My mum likes everything to be in order.” He indicated towards the dish rack. Plates were stacked by size. “I say she’s being obsessive, she say’s it’s called being neat.”
He shook his head.
“I love my mum, but boy can she go off if this place isn’t clean…”
Gerard giggled at Frank’s disgusted expression.
Frank couldn’t help at smile at the laughing boy.
“Good, I made you laugh.”
Tilting his head, Gerard shot Frank a questing look.
“You were too tense.” Frank offered as an explanation.
“Oh, right. Uh, thanks, I guess.” Gerard fiddled with the hem of his blazer.
“So, um, where’s your mum?”
Frank rolled his shoulders and looked away.
“No idea.”
Gerard frowned.
“What do you mean?”
Frank sighed and rubbed his face with both hands..
“She goes out a lot,” Frank crossed his arms. “I don’t see her much, because of work and her, extensive social life.”
He watched as small frown caused Gerard’s lips to turn down slightly at the ends.
What he wouldn’t give to kiss them…
Shaking the thought from head, Frank nervously chewed on his lip ring.
“Between work, and the many boyfriends my mum goes through, she isn’t home a whole lot,” he carded his fingers through his hair, causing it to stick out at odd angles. “And when I do, I like to keep everything clean for her, I don’t want to ruin the time we have by fighting.”
Frank drew his arms tighter around himself.
“I just love her too much.”
Gerard nodded.
“I understand.”
An awkward silence ruled over the two boys.
Gerard shifted slightly from foot to foot, while Frank became lost in his dark corners of his thoughts.
“Do you want to go to bed Frank?”
Gerard’s tentative voice pulled Frank from the past.
“Uh,” the smaller boy looked around, “Yeah sure.”
He walked towards Gerard and slipped past him through the door.
Gerard’s eyes remained riveted to the opposite door frame, resisting the urge to watch the smaller boy walk away, choosing instead to try and steady his erratic breath.
He smiled as he realized just how small his Frankie was.
Not that size really mattered.
Gerard giggled.
Nope size certainly didn’t matter.
“You coming Bumble Bee or are you just going to stand there and admire the paint work?”
Gerard blushed and hurriedly ran to catch up with the other boy.
He narrowly avoided tripping backwards down the stairs in his haste to reach the laughing boy.
Gerard scowled ready to give Frank the largest dose of being ignore in his life, but was stopped mid execution of his incredible plan by the sight of said boy standing in the middle of his room.
Frank wearing nothing aside a pair of tracksuit pants.
Frank laughed as Gerard halted in the door way.
“You have a thing for just standing in the door way of a room, don’t you?”
Gerard slowly nodded his head.
Okay, so he was trying really hard not to stare, like trying really really hard. But the sight of Frank just standing there, no shirt on, wearing low riding tracksuit pants, could test anyone’s restraint.
Blinking rapidly, Gerard gasped at the sight of the tattoos littering the smaller boy’s body.
Without thinking, he reached out for the smaller boy, stepping closer, his fingers brushed against the warm skin of Frank’s lower abdomen, tracing the sparrows resting there.
“They’re beautiful.” Gerard whispered.
Frank whimpered and tilted his head back as Gerard’s cold fingers traced his sparrows.
He heard a gasp of surprise and the cold fingers were snatched from his body. Tilting his head forward Frank watched through hazy eyes as Gerard slowly reached for his cheek. Gently his head was tilted to the left exposing the Scorpion tattoo.
“Oh, my, Frankie it’s beautiful!”
Frank blushed.
“Uh, thanks.”
Gerard snatched his hand away.
Frank snapped his head back to search for the lost hand.
Gerard was looking everywhere but at the smaller boy.
“Nice room.”
Frank couldn’t seem to think of reply, the feeling of Gerard’s fingers on his body had sent his mind into over drive, resulting in it crashing and burning into in-coherence.
“What?”
Gerard laughed.
“I said nice room.”
“Oh,” Frank laughed. “Thanks.”
Gerard nodded.
“No worries.”
He looked to the bed sitting in the corner.
“So, how’s this gonna work?”
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Chapter Seven
Author:
byond_redemptn
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Frankie and Gee are their own people, i don't know them, so obviously i can't own them. This Story line is one of my own creation.
Beta:
ash_neenanWarnings: Swearing.
Summary: Frank has been an outcast ever since he started high-school. No matter how many times he tried to make friends he was laughed at and told to get lost. When a piece of paper is slipped into his locker, he expects it to be another threat, but finds it to be something totally unexpected, something that would change is life forever. Instructions to
The Doll Shop.
Gerard groaned and rolled over onto his side, his arms snaked their way around his waist as he cradled his stomach.
“I’m dying Frankie and it’s entirely your fault!”
Frank’s laughter echoed across the park as he watched the black haired Doll rock gently on the floor.
“No you aren’t you big wuss! You’ve just got a tummy ache.”
Gerard tilted his head and glared at the laughing boy.
“No, I’m dying and it’s your fault. So I hate you!”
Gerard pulled his knees up against his chest and hid his face in them, choosing to ignore the boy’s presence.
The brown eyed boy chuckled quietly to himself.
He decided against mentioning the fact that the ‘dying’ boy lying before him had continued to stuff his face with the sour straps well after Frank had told him to slow down. It had almost seemed like the pale boy was afraid he’d never eat them again if he stopped, or it could just be Gerard being Gerard not listening to common sense.
Frank giggled.
Yeah that seemed about right.
He sighed as he watched his only friend roll limply onto his back. His eyes were closed and his face was contorted into one of pure pain.
Well as much pain as a stomach ache could cause.
Frank crawled over to the pale boy. The setting sun caused shadows to dance across his pale cheeks.
Frank really did feel for the boy.
He’d forgotten the number of times, he’d found himself in that same situation, except there was one difference, Gerard wasn’t alone.
Without a second thought, Frank slipped his hand beneath the Doll’s shirt and gently started rubbing in lazy circles across the pale skin.
He felt the boy tense briefly beneath his cold fingers before he felt the tension slowly slip away.
“What are you doing Frankie?” A quiet whisper filtered through the fading light.
Frank stayed silent for a few moments, just watching and feeling his finger tips gently skim the soft skin of the Doll’s stomach.
“I’m making you feel better,” he whispered back, “I can stop if you want.”
Though it pained him to do so, Frank slowly started to remove his hand from beneath the boy’s shirt.
“NO!”
Frank jumped slightly as Gerard’s harsh words broke the silence and cold fingers wrapped around his wrist.
Frank’s eyes locked onto Gerard’s.
“Please,” Frank watched in fascination as Gerard’s head fell back before his eyes found Frank’s again. “Please don’t stop.”
Frank nodded and slipped his fingers further under the dark material. He could feel the soft skin warming beneath his touch.
It was so soft.
Frank could hear soft sighs of contentment slipping from between Gerard’s beautiful lips as his fingers skimmed over the prominent bones of his ribcage.
Frank giggled as Gerard shifted slightly when his fingers skimmed over his side.
“Ticklish Bumble Bee?”
Gerard shifted away slightly as Frank’s fingers skimmed his side again.
“No…”
Frank laughed.
“Liar.”
“I’m not!”
Frank continued to skim his fingers over Gerard’s side, smirking as Gerard continued to shift uncomfortably.
“Stop it Frankie!”
Frank giggled.
“But this is so much fun!”
Gerard whimpered.
“Not fun, it’s mean!”
Frank slipped his fingers from beneath the other boy’s shirt.
He turned away, hiding his pain at the loss of contact.
“Well at least you’re feeling better now.”
Gerard watched Frank as he stared out over the park.
“Thank you Frankie.” He whispered.
Frank nodded and turned to smile at the other boy.
“No problem, what are friends for?”
Gerard smiled back, trying not to let his disappointment show on his face.
Sitting up, Gerard pressed his shoulder up against the smaller boy’s as they watched the sun set.
“What do you want to do now?”
Frank gazed at the sky as it turned a fiery orange, and bright pink stained the clouds.
“What ever you like Bumble Bee.”
The pale boy turned.
The smaller boy looked so peaceful.
“I don’t mind Frankie,” He paused, “As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”
Smiling, Frank turned to the other boy.
“Oh, aren’t you just adorable?”
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How they managed to get to Frankie’s from the park with out falling over every three steps, was quite a feet on their behalves.
Giggling, the two boys stumbled through the front door, hushing each other as they slipped over the mat and burst into fits of giggles.
They weren’t drunk, just high on sugar and coffee, something far more dangerous.
Frank giggled as Gerard walked into a table placed against the wall.
“Careful.” Frank whispered.
Gerard giggled.
“Sorry.”
Frank shook his head and walked into the kitchen, dumping his keys in the ball on top of the table Gerard had walked into on his way past.
“You can come in you know!” Frank called to the Doll standing in his hallway.
“Oh- uh, r-right.” Gerard rushed to meet Frank in the kitchen.
Standing in the door way, Gerard was surprised by how clean it was.
He hadn’t seen Frank as the “clean” type.
Frank laughed at Gerard’s expression.
“I know, freaky huh?”
Gerard nodded mutely, eyes sweeping over the pristine interior.
“My mum likes everything to be in order.” He indicated towards the dish rack. Plates were stacked by size. “I say she’s being obsessive, she say’s it’s called being neat.”
He shook his head.
“I love my mum, but boy can she go off if this place isn’t clean…”
Gerard giggled at Frank’s disgusted expression.
Frank couldn’t help at smile at the laughing boy.
“Good, I made you laugh.”
Tilting his head, Gerard shot Frank a questing look.
“You were too tense.” Frank offered as an explanation.
“Oh, right. Uh, thanks, I guess.” Gerard fiddled with the hem of his blazer.
“So, um, where’s your mum?”
Frank rolled his shoulders and looked away.
“No idea.”
Gerard frowned.
“What do you mean?”
Frank sighed and rubbed his face with both hands..
“She goes out a lot,” Frank crossed his arms. “I don’t see her much, because of work and her, extensive social life.”
He watched as small frown caused Gerard’s lips to turn down slightly at the ends.
What he wouldn’t give to kiss them…
Shaking the thought from head, Frank nervously chewed on his lip ring.
“Between work, and the many boyfriends my mum goes through, she isn’t home a whole lot,” he carded his fingers through his hair, causing it to stick out at odd angles. “And when I do, I like to keep everything clean for her, I don’t want to ruin the time we have by fighting.”
Frank drew his arms tighter around himself.
“I just love her too much.”
Gerard nodded.
“I understand.”
An awkward silence ruled over the two boys.
Gerard shifted slightly from foot to foot, while Frank became lost in his dark corners of his thoughts.
“Do you want to go to bed Frank?”
Gerard’s tentative voice pulled Frank from the past.
“Uh,” the smaller boy looked around, “Yeah sure.”
He walked towards Gerard and slipped past him through the door.
Gerard’s eyes remained riveted to the opposite door frame, resisting the urge to watch the smaller boy walk away, choosing instead to try and steady his erratic breath.
He smiled as he realized just how small his Frankie was.
Not that size really mattered.
Gerard giggled.
Nope size certainly didn’t matter.
“You coming Bumble Bee or are you just going to stand there and admire the paint work?”
Gerard blushed and hurriedly ran to catch up with the other boy.
He narrowly avoided tripping backwards down the stairs in his haste to reach the laughing boy.
Gerard scowled ready to give Frank the largest dose of being ignore in his life, but was stopped mid execution of his incredible plan by the sight of said boy standing in the middle of his room.
Frank wearing nothing aside a pair of tracksuit pants.
Frank laughed as Gerard halted in the door way.
“You have a thing for just standing in the door way of a room, don’t you?”
Gerard slowly nodded his head.
Okay, so he was trying really hard not to stare, like trying really really hard. But the sight of Frank just standing there, no shirt on, wearing low riding tracksuit pants, could test anyone’s restraint.
Blinking rapidly, Gerard gasped at the sight of the tattoos littering the smaller boy’s body.
Without thinking, he reached out for the smaller boy, stepping closer, his fingers brushed against the warm skin of Frank’s lower abdomen, tracing the sparrows resting there.
“They’re beautiful.” Gerard whispered.
Frank whimpered and tilted his head back as Gerard’s cold fingers traced his sparrows.
He heard a gasp of surprise and the cold fingers were snatched from his body. Tilting his head forward Frank watched through hazy eyes as Gerard slowly reached for his cheek. Gently his head was tilted to the left exposing the Scorpion tattoo.
“Oh, my, Frankie it’s beautiful!”
Frank blushed.
“Uh, thanks.”
Gerard snatched his hand away.
Frank snapped his head back to search for the lost hand.
Gerard was looking everywhere but at the smaller boy.
“Nice room.”
Frank couldn’t seem to think of reply, the feeling of Gerard’s fingers on his body had sent his mind into over drive, resulting in it crashing and burning into in-coherence.
“What?”
Gerard laughed.
“I said nice room.”
“Oh,” Frank laughed. “Thanks.”
Gerard nodded.
“No worries.”
He looked to the bed sitting in the corner.
“So, how’s this gonna work?”
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Chapter Seven