The Doll Shop [8/?]
Title: The Doll Shop
Author:
byond_redemptn
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
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_neenan
Warnings: Sexual Content
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 stared after the small boy.
He could tell that he was tense, by the way his shoulders were held rigid beneath his shirt.
Gerard wanted nothing more than to run after the small boy, pull him back against his chest and whisper words of utter devotion into his ear.
Gerard shook his head, his dark hair flying wildly in every direction.
He’d only known Frank for little more then 24 hours, and already he was thinking about him in that way.
Sighing Gerard pulled his knees up against his chest.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Curious hazel eyes rested briefly on the poster covered door.
Was Frank Okay?
Was that his mother?
Was she always like that?
So loud?
So…pushy?
Gerard shuddered at the thought, he hoped not.
Frank had hinted last night that they could be okay, but if this was what the smaller boy’s idea of okay was, Gerard wanted nothing more than to take Frank far away from here as soon as possible.
He sat there.
Thinking about all the wonderful places he and Frank could disappear too.
Paris.
London.
Or maybe Finland.
That was secluded, and was supposed to be really pretty.
Gerard nodded.
That sounded good.
He bit his lip.
But what right did he have?
What right did he Gerard Way, a Doll, have to take Frank away?
Frank had a place to stay here, a place he could call home, even if he may or may not like his mother, this was still his home.
Gerard couldn’t just demand they leave.
He himself relied too heavily on the fact that Frank had a home. Frank was supposed to look after him. He was only a Doll, he couldn’t get a job, and he couldn’t enroll in school. He could only tag along. That was how society viewed them. Play things for humans.
Though revered for their looks and the fact that they were so rare, Dolls were still only considered… things.
How could Gerard look after Frank then?
Frank needed to finish school, Frank needed to, live.
Not run and hide.
Gerard sighed.
And even if he could just whisk Frank away, would Frank follow?
Would he allow himself to be taken from everything he knew, just so that Gerard could live out his petty fantasies?
What if Frank has friends here?
Or even a girlfriend that he doesn’t want to leave behind.
Gerard’s heart clenched at the thought.
Just because Frank hadn’t mentioned anyone, didn’t mean he didn’t have anyone.
Gerard buried his head in his knees.
But Frank had touched him, kissed him on the cheek.
His hands clenched.
Why was he reading more into these simple actions?
Maybe that was just the type of person Frank was, a touchy, feely type of person.
Gerard sighed.
The smaller boy didn’t know what he was doing to the pale Doll with his innocent touches and warm lips.
Frank didn’t know that Gerard was gay.
Gerard’s eyes flew open with shock
He was gay?
Gerard searched his memory for some shred of evidence to back this new information up.
Snatches of images flickered before his mind’s eye.
He cringed slightly.
Did he really want to see this?
Gerard squared his shoulders.
Yes he did want to see this.
He needed to see this.
Watching with a faint sense of detachment Gerard let the memories come to life before him.
He shivered as long, pale fingers, his fingers, skimmed timidly across even paler skin.
Gasping he watched as crimson lips met equally bruised, red ones.
He felt his cheeks burning as a ghostly voice filtered from his memory to whisper into his ear.
He bit his lip hard, as the beautiful lips that had been forming such dirty words enveloped his ear lobe and sucked gently.
Gerard whimpered quietly as he felt a indistinct body press back against his.
Biting his lip even harder, Gerard felt the metallic tang of blood exploding on his tongue as he tried in vain to push the memories away.
His small impish teeth drew his bleeding and bruised lip into his mouth, holding back the moans that he could feel building in his chest.
He felt then a warm, moist hear envelop him completely.
His mouth dropped in surprise.
His eyes fluttered and his fingers curled as the memory of grasping the heavy, pulsing length of another, over lapped with reality.
Gerard sobbed as he wrenched himself from the memory.
His lip was stinging and he could fell cool tears sliding down his cheeks, cooling the pounding heat that pulsed beneath the surface of his skin with every beat of his heart.
This was wrong.
So wrong.
Gerard wrapped his arms around himself and buried his face in his arms.
He could feel the tears threatening to fall, he didn’t want to cry, what if Frankie came back?
What if he was asked what was wrong?
Gerard would have to tell him, he knew he couldn’t lie.
And what if Frankie found out, he’d send Gerard away!
Gerard sobbed.
He didn’t want to go!
He couldn’t leave his Frankie!
No.
No.
NO!
He needed to stay.
He’d just have to pretend that he was okay.
That he didn’t like boys.
Or in particular.
That he didn’t like Frankie.
Gerard wiped away the tears.
He could do this.
He took a deep breath.
Now that he had a plan, Gerard knew that he could do this, he could pretend that his mouth didn’t go dry when ever Frank looked at him, he could pretend that his body didn’t quiver slightly when ever Frank laughed and he could definitely pretend that his whole body didn’t sing with pleasure when Frank took his hand.
Gerard shook his head.
Yes he could do this…
A nervous laugh escaped and echoed around the room.
Sure.
Piece of cake.
But could he really do this?
Could he really?
Gerard bit his lip.
Of course he could.
If it meant staying with Frankie, if it meant that he wasn’t sent away, then he could do anything.
Gerard flinched as he heard the ear piercing screech of the door handle turning.
He hastily wiped his face with his sleeve, removing all traces that he had been crying and prayed quietly to what ever god there was that his eyes weren’t too blood shot.
Sitting patiently, the pale Doll waited for his owner to return to him.
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Frank followed his mother out of the room.
He didn’t want to leave his room.
He had felt safe in there.
And it had nothing to do with the fact that he had just wanted to curl up in Gerard’s lap and cling to him when his mother had told him she wanted to talk.
Nope, that had nothing to do with it.
He sighed as he closed the door softly behind him and turned to his mother.
He knew she was expecting a more elaborate explanation, but he just couldn’t bring himself to start the conversation, if she wanted to know, she could bloody well ask.
He watched with mild amusement as she shifted impatiently in front of him.
Checking her watch, smoothing her suit, these were the signs that pointed to the fact that she was only doing this because it was expected of her.
“Well?” She demanded.
Frank looked up to meet her gaze.
“What?”
His mother growled with frustration.
“Who is he? What is he doing here? Why was he in your bed?”
Frank sighed.
“I’ve already explained this mum, his name is Gerard, and he is a Doll. My Doll.”
She frowned.
“You have a Doll?”
Frank nodded.
“Yes mum, I have a Doll.”
Her face twisted in confusion.
“Why?”
Frank stared at her blankly.
“Why? You’re seriously asking me why!?”
She nodded.
“I can’t believe this! I seriously can’t fucking believe this!”
His mother interrupted.
“Whatch your language…”
“Mum I don’t care about my language. I couldn’t give a flying fuck about my language. I can’t believe you’re seriously asking me this! You seriously can’t believe that I could have received such a gift!”
Pressing her lips together Frank could tell she was trying to hold back.
He shook his head.
“I can’t believe that you’re trying to ruin this for me! He is the first friend that i’ve had in over 4 years and you’re asking why I deserve one? You’re making it out to be like I don’t deserve him at all!”
She shook her head.
“I’m not saying that Frank…”
“No?!” He demanded.
“That what are you saying?”
Her eyes danced to the sides, almost looking for some sort of escape.
“I’m saying, I’m saying that I don’t see how, in your,” she cleared her throat, “position, the Shop Owner would find it appropriate to give you a male Doll.”
Frank’s mouth dropped open in shock.
“I can’t believe you just said that…”
Setting her mouth in a firm line Frank’s mother checked her watch.
“I don’t have time for this Frank. Do what you like. I don’t care. There is money on the bench downstairs. I’ll be back Monday night.”
With that she turned and walked down the stairs.
No friendly smile, no ‘I’m sorry’, just the image of her walking away as goodbye.
Frank stared after her.
He heard the front door slam shut and he was still standing there as the car pulled out of the drive way.
How much time went past as Frank stood there seemed like years, but he was sure was only mere seconds.
Frank turned slowly, and reached for the door.
Slowly he turned the handle and stepped back into the dimly lit room.
Frank closed the door behind him and lent back against it for support.
“Frankie?”
The smaller boy stared off into space.
“Frankie!” The Doll’s voice was laced with fear.
Dull hazel eyes locked with nervous brown ones.
Gerard leapt from the bed and raced over to the small boy as he slowly collapsed to the floor.
Pulling him into his arms Gerard gently kissed his forehead.
“Frankie please talk to me!”
Frank buried his face in the tall Doll’s chest and shook his head.
Gerard sighed and pulled the boy into his lap and cradled him against his chest.
Rocking slightly, Gerard crooned into the mute boy’s ear.
Sure he could do this.
He could pretend that he wasn’t falling hard and fast in love with his owner.
Gerard kissed the top of Frank’s head once again, inhaling the intoxicating sense that made the smaller boy who he was.
A single tear slipped down his pale cheek and was lost in the brown flock of hair resting beneath his chin.
Yeah.
This was going to be easy.
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Chapter 9
Author:
byond_redemptn
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
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_neenan
Warnings: Sexual Content
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 stared after the small boy.
He could tell that he was tense, by the way his shoulders were held rigid beneath his shirt.
Gerard wanted nothing more than to run after the small boy, pull him back against his chest and whisper words of utter devotion into his ear.
Gerard shook his head, his dark hair flying wildly in every direction.
He’d only known Frank for little more then 24 hours, and already he was thinking about him in that way.
Sighing Gerard pulled his knees up against his chest.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Curious hazel eyes rested briefly on the poster covered door.
Was Frank Okay?
Was that his mother?
Was she always like that?
So loud?
So…pushy?
Gerard shuddered at the thought, he hoped not.
Frank had hinted last night that they could be okay, but if this was what the smaller boy’s idea of okay was, Gerard wanted nothing more than to take Frank far away from here as soon as possible.
He sat there.
Thinking about all the wonderful places he and Frank could disappear too.
Paris.
London.
Or maybe Finland.
That was secluded, and was supposed to be really pretty.
Gerard nodded.
That sounded good.
He bit his lip.
But what right did he have?
What right did he Gerard Way, a Doll, have to take Frank away?
Frank had a place to stay here, a place he could call home, even if he may or may not like his mother, this was still his home.
Gerard couldn’t just demand they leave.
He himself relied too heavily on the fact that Frank had a home. Frank was supposed to look after him. He was only a Doll, he couldn’t get a job, and he couldn’t enroll in school. He could only tag along. That was how society viewed them. Play things for humans.
Though revered for their looks and the fact that they were so rare, Dolls were still only considered… things.
How could Gerard look after Frank then?
Frank needed to finish school, Frank needed to, live.
Not run and hide.
Gerard sighed.
And even if he could just whisk Frank away, would Frank follow?
Would he allow himself to be taken from everything he knew, just so that Gerard could live out his petty fantasies?
What if Frank has friends here?
Or even a girlfriend that he doesn’t want to leave behind.
Gerard’s heart clenched at the thought.
Just because Frank hadn’t mentioned anyone, didn’t mean he didn’t have anyone.
Gerard buried his head in his knees.
But Frank had touched him, kissed him on the cheek.
His hands clenched.
Why was he reading more into these simple actions?
Maybe that was just the type of person Frank was, a touchy, feely type of person.
Gerard sighed.
The smaller boy didn’t know what he was doing to the pale Doll with his innocent touches and warm lips.
Frank didn’t know that Gerard was gay.
Gerard’s eyes flew open with shock
He was gay?
Gerard searched his memory for some shred of evidence to back this new information up.
Snatches of images flickered before his mind’s eye.
He cringed slightly.
Did he really want to see this?
Gerard squared his shoulders.
Yes he did want to see this.
He needed to see this.
Watching with a faint sense of detachment Gerard let the memories come to life before him.
He shivered as long, pale fingers, his fingers, skimmed timidly across even paler skin.
Gasping he watched as crimson lips met equally bruised, red ones.
He felt his cheeks burning as a ghostly voice filtered from his memory to whisper into his ear.
He bit his lip hard, as the beautiful lips that had been forming such dirty words enveloped his ear lobe and sucked gently.
Gerard whimpered quietly as he felt a indistinct body press back against his.
Biting his lip even harder, Gerard felt the metallic tang of blood exploding on his tongue as he tried in vain to push the memories away.
His small impish teeth drew his bleeding and bruised lip into his mouth, holding back the moans that he could feel building in his chest.
He felt then a warm, moist hear envelop him completely.
His mouth dropped in surprise.
His eyes fluttered and his fingers curled as the memory of grasping the heavy, pulsing length of another, over lapped with reality.
Gerard sobbed as he wrenched himself from the memory.
His lip was stinging and he could fell cool tears sliding down his cheeks, cooling the pounding heat that pulsed beneath the surface of his skin with every beat of his heart.
This was wrong.
So wrong.
Gerard wrapped his arms around himself and buried his face in his arms.
He could feel the tears threatening to fall, he didn’t want to cry, what if Frankie came back?
What if he was asked what was wrong?
Gerard would have to tell him, he knew he couldn’t lie.
And what if Frankie found out, he’d send Gerard away!
Gerard sobbed.
He didn’t want to go!
He couldn’t leave his Frankie!
No.
No.
NO!
He needed to stay.
He’d just have to pretend that he was okay.
That he didn’t like boys.
Or in particular.
That he didn’t like Frankie.
Gerard wiped away the tears.
He could do this.
He took a deep breath.
Now that he had a plan, Gerard knew that he could do this, he could pretend that his mouth didn’t go dry when ever Frank looked at him, he could pretend that his body didn’t quiver slightly when ever Frank laughed and he could definitely pretend that his whole body didn’t sing with pleasure when Frank took his hand.
Gerard shook his head.
Yes he could do this…
A nervous laugh escaped and echoed around the room.
Sure.
Piece of cake.
But could he really do this?
Could he really?
Gerard bit his lip.
Of course he could.
If it meant staying with Frankie, if it meant that he wasn’t sent away, then he could do anything.
Gerard flinched as he heard the ear piercing screech of the door handle turning.
He hastily wiped his face with his sleeve, removing all traces that he had been crying and prayed quietly to what ever god there was that his eyes weren’t too blood shot.
Sitting patiently, the pale Doll waited for his owner to return to him.
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Frank followed his mother out of the room.
He didn’t want to leave his room.
He had felt safe in there.
And it had nothing to do with the fact that he had just wanted to curl up in Gerard’s lap and cling to him when his mother had told him she wanted to talk.
Nope, that had nothing to do with it.
He sighed as he closed the door softly behind him and turned to his mother.
He knew she was expecting a more elaborate explanation, but he just couldn’t bring himself to start the conversation, if she wanted to know, she could bloody well ask.
He watched with mild amusement as she shifted impatiently in front of him.
Checking her watch, smoothing her suit, these were the signs that pointed to the fact that she was only doing this because it was expected of her.
“Well?” She demanded.
Frank looked up to meet her gaze.
“What?”
His mother growled with frustration.
“Who is he? What is he doing here? Why was he in your bed?”
Frank sighed.
“I’ve already explained this mum, his name is Gerard, and he is a Doll. My Doll.”
She frowned.
“You have a Doll?”
Frank nodded.
“Yes mum, I have a Doll.”
Her face twisted in confusion.
“Why?”
Frank stared at her blankly.
“Why? You’re seriously asking me why!?”
She nodded.
“I can’t believe this! I seriously can’t fucking believe this!”
His mother interrupted.
“Whatch your language…”
“Mum I don’t care about my language. I couldn’t give a flying fuck about my language. I can’t believe you’re seriously asking me this! You seriously can’t believe that I could have received such a gift!”
Pressing her lips together Frank could tell she was trying to hold back.
He shook his head.
“I can’t believe that you’re trying to ruin this for me! He is the first friend that i’ve had in over 4 years and you’re asking why I deserve one? You’re making it out to be like I don’t deserve him at all!”
She shook her head.
“I’m not saying that Frank…”
“No?!” He demanded.
“That what are you saying?”
Her eyes danced to the sides, almost looking for some sort of escape.
“I’m saying, I’m saying that I don’t see how, in your,” she cleared her throat, “position, the Shop Owner would find it appropriate to give you a male Doll.”
Frank’s mouth dropped open in shock.
“I can’t believe you just said that…”
Setting her mouth in a firm line Frank’s mother checked her watch.
“I don’t have time for this Frank. Do what you like. I don’t care. There is money on the bench downstairs. I’ll be back Monday night.”
With that she turned and walked down the stairs.
No friendly smile, no ‘I’m sorry’, just the image of her walking away as goodbye.
Frank stared after her.
He heard the front door slam shut and he was still standing there as the car pulled out of the drive way.
How much time went past as Frank stood there seemed like years, but he was sure was only mere seconds.
Frank turned slowly, and reached for the door.
Slowly he turned the handle and stepped back into the dimly lit room.
Frank closed the door behind him and lent back against it for support.
“Frankie?”
The smaller boy stared off into space.
“Frankie!” The Doll’s voice was laced with fear.
Dull hazel eyes locked with nervous brown ones.
Gerard leapt from the bed and raced over to the small boy as he slowly collapsed to the floor.
Pulling him into his arms Gerard gently kissed his forehead.
“Frankie please talk to me!”
Frank buried his face in the tall Doll’s chest and shook his head.
Gerard sighed and pulled the boy into his lap and cradled him against his chest.
Rocking slightly, Gerard crooned into the mute boy’s ear.
Sure he could do this.
He could pretend that he wasn’t falling hard and fast in love with his owner.
Gerard kissed the top of Frank’s head once again, inhaling the intoxicating sense that made the smaller boy who he was.
A single tear slipped down his pale cheek and was lost in the brown flock of hair resting beneath his chin.
Yeah.
This was going to be easy.
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Chapter 9