The Doll Shop [10/?]
Title: The Doll Shop
Author:
byond_redemptn
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Beta:
ash_neenan
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.
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.
After twenty minutes under the warm spray of the shower, fifteen minutes deciding on what to wear, ten minutes trying to pull the different pieces of clothing on and another five minutes toweling his hair dry and putting on eyeliner, Gerard was good to go.
He dropped his wet towel into the hamper already filled with dirty clothes and stashed his pajamas into a pocket of his bag.
Checking himself in the mirror Gerard cast a critical eye over his choice in attire. Black skinny leg jeans clung to hips, a black ‘Planet of the Apes shirt peeked from beneath a black denim jacket with a couple of badges were pinned to the pocket.
A pair of black chucks would complete the outfit.
Gerard nodded, this fit into the two categories, well kinda. It would be hell trying to get his jeans off if they got wet, but they kept him warm, and his jacket was warm, so that could make up for some of the loss of body heat.
Then again if all else fails he could use the ‘I’m cold and wet’ excuse to cuddle up against a certain short, brown eyed boy.
Gerard grinned.
Make the most of what you get was his motto, and if that meant exploiting Frankie’s choice in activity for his own purposes, well then hell, he’d exploit it till it couldn’t be exploited any more.
Gerard nodded at himself and walked out of the bathroom. He moved towards Frank’s bedroom, the faint sound of music pounded from behind his closed door.
Stepping up to the door, he hesitated before pounding on the dark wood.
“What?!” A voice shouted.
“You decent?” Gerard shouted back.
He almost fell forward when the door was wrenched open.
Frank grinned when he saw the Doll.
“As decent as a guy can get when he can’t decide what shirt to wear.”
Gerard flushed as he took in Frank’s bare chest, he was certain that the boy was doing this to him on purpose.
“What do you mean you can’t decide on a shirt to wear?”
Frank pouted, “I have to look pretty!” he explained, “There’s someone I want to impress and I really need them to like me!”
He turned and walked back into his wardrobe.
Gerard didn’t fail to know how incredibly biteable Frank’s neck looked from this position, and how delectable he looked in those black jeans.
“Someone to impress?” Gerard asked, swallowing back the feeling that had risen in his throat.
No, it wasn’t jealousy.
Frank’s head popped back through the door and frowned when he saw that Gerard was still standing in the door way.
“Yes, someone to impress and, come in damn it, you’re making me nervous!”
Gerard closed the door behind him and walked into the room. His bag dropped heavily to the floor.
“What do you think?” Frank asked holding two shirts in front of him.
“There’s the Misfits shirt,” he said holding the shirt out, “Or,” he held out a black shirt. “This. Which I’ll then add your red tie that I plan on stealing to.”
Gerard frowned.
“Wait!” Frank exclaimed, he put the black shirt back into the wardrobe.
“Too good, me thinks for were we are going.”
He pulled on the Misfits shirt.
Gerard silently mourned.
“Tada!” Frank said, arms spread wide and a cheeky grin on his lips.
Gerard smiled faintly.
“You look great Frankie.”
Frank grinned.
“Now, hair and makeup.” He turned to the dresser located a wall.
Small jars of eye shadow, different lengths of eyeliner, a hair straightener, pieces of paper and other random pieces of junk littered its surface.
Frank flicked a switch on the wall and nodded in satisfaction when the small light turned on.
Picking up his belt from the floor, Frank slid the pink leather through the loops of his jeans.
Gerard sat on the edge of the bed and watched Frank’s reflection apply eyeliner and patiently straighten his fringe as he hummed and bopped slightly to the music.
Gerard’s fingers itched as he watched the smaller boy.
Reaching for his bag, he extracted his sketch book and a pencil case.
Choosing a led, Gerard pushed himself back against the head board of Frank’s bed and started to sketch.
Fast, faint lines quickly darkened as Gerard added details to the faint outline.
Where there was once a faint curved line a strong jaw began to emerge.
Emotional eyes framed by long lashes caught the attention of the view. Small pouty lips that gently curved off the side hinting at a smile followed the first outlines of a scorpion tattoo on the neck.
Gerard’s brow furrowed in concentration, his small impish teeth worried at his bottom lip.
Long sweeping strokes created the outlines of a fringe that gently brushed across high cheek bones.
Frank watched the Doll in the mirror as he face reflected every emotion he felt, frustration when he couldn’t get something just right and satisfaction when it did work.
Frank thought he looked beautiful.
Turning to fully watch the Doll, Frank used every inch of the will power he possessed to stop himself from jumping onto the bed and kissing the pale Doll.
He wanted to taste those lips; he wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked.
Frank realized than that Gerard had been watching him, his eyes reflecting the light, showing little else.
“Uh, sorry.” Frank stuttered.
A small smile curved Gerard’s lips, “It’s alright, you’re forgiven.”
Frank nodded and nervously wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans.
He jerked his head in the Doll’s direction, “What are you drawing?”
Gerard blushed and hastily shut the sketch book, “Ah, nothing really. Just something that’s been on my mind lately.”
Frank nodded slowly.
“Oh okay.”
He shifted nervously.
“So, you ready to go?”
Gerard nodded and quickly stashed his sketch-book back in his bag.
“Ready when you are Frankie.”
Frank nodded and quickly grabbed a black hoodie from the closet.
“Cool, let’s go then.”
He walked to the stereo and turned the music off.
Gerard slid to the edge of the bed waiting for Frank to lead the way.
Frank smiled and held out his hand to the Doll.
“Coming Bumble-Bee?”
Gerard grinned at the use of his nick-name, he was becoming rather fond of it, but he wouldn’t let Frank know that.
He placed his hand in Frank’s and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.
“You couldn’t stop me if you tried.”
Frank grinned and gently tugged Gerard towards the door, entwining their fingers, Frank opened the door and turned back to the Doll.
“I would never try to.” He said.
Gerard flushed as Frank laughed.
“Come on Bumble-Bee, the day is young and we have things to do.”
Gerard laughed.
“Frank it’s almost one!”
Frank grinned.
“Exactly! The day is still young!”
Gerard threw his head back and laughed.
“God I love you Frankie.”
Frank’s eyes sparkled.
“And I love you Bumble-Bee.”
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As soon as they had walked through the stadium and seen the ice-skate stand, Gerard had promptly walked out again.
The wind nipped at his fingers and the tip of his nose, sending shivers down his spine.
“Geeeeee!” Frank whined behind him.
Gerard turned and glared at the smaller boy who was having a little trouble hiding his smile.
”No.”
Frank pouted.
“Why not?”
Gerard’s eyes shot daggers.
“Because I do not skate.”
Frank grinned.
“Don’t, or can’t?
Gerard’s mouth dropped open, ready to give the small boy a piece of his mind.
Frank’s hand covered his mouth.
His calloused fingers brushed against the Doll’s cheek.
“I don’t care either way Bumble-Bee, If you can skate then this should be a breeze, but if you can’t, then I’m more then willing to teach you.”
Gerard’s eyebrows furrowed in thought.
Frank felt his lips press up against his palm as he closed his mouth.
His eyes fluttered as he imagined those pretty lips parting to allow a pale pink tongue to flicker out and taste his skin.
Frank snatched his hand away and cradled it against his chest.
His eyes pleaded with Gerard.
“Please Bumble-Bee? Please just give it a try?”
Gerard’s shoulders slumped in defeat as he threw his arms up into the air a small smile curling his lips.
“Fine!”
Frank squeaked (yes squeaked) and threw himself at Gerard. Wrapping his arms around the taller boy’s neck he peppered kisses down on his cheek.
Again and again.
Gerard smiled as the smaller boy made little sounds of glee. They were like little squeaks and contented ‘hmmms’.
Gerard froze when his mind went on a tangent concerning Frank, those noises of contentment and a whole different scenario.
Gerard grimaced and returned to the present.
He gently coaxed Frank off him, murmuring words of encouragement along the lines of yes, alright, we can go ice-skating, No, I’m not going to run off. Yes, I’ll give it a try.
Frank squeaked again and grabbed Gerard’s hand.
Their fingers slipped together easily.
“Come on!” Frank exclaimed.
“Times a wasting!”
Gerard laughed.
“Alright, lead the way!”
Frank grinned and dragged Gerard back into the stadium.
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Ten.Point.Five
Author:
byond_redemptn
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Beta:
ash_neenan
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.
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.
After twenty minutes under the warm spray of the shower, fifteen minutes deciding on what to wear, ten minutes trying to pull the different pieces of clothing on and another five minutes toweling his hair dry and putting on eyeliner, Gerard was good to go.
He dropped his wet towel into the hamper already filled with dirty clothes and stashed his pajamas into a pocket of his bag.
Checking himself in the mirror Gerard cast a critical eye over his choice in attire. Black skinny leg jeans clung to hips, a black ‘Planet of the Apes shirt peeked from beneath a black denim jacket with a couple of badges were pinned to the pocket.
A pair of black chucks would complete the outfit.
Gerard nodded, this fit into the two categories, well kinda. It would be hell trying to get his jeans off if they got wet, but they kept him warm, and his jacket was warm, so that could make up for some of the loss of body heat.
Then again if all else fails he could use the ‘I’m cold and wet’ excuse to cuddle up against a certain short, brown eyed boy.
Gerard grinned.
Make the most of what you get was his motto, and if that meant exploiting Frankie’s choice in activity for his own purposes, well then hell, he’d exploit it till it couldn’t be exploited any more.
Gerard nodded at himself and walked out of the bathroom. He moved towards Frank’s bedroom, the faint sound of music pounded from behind his closed door.
Stepping up to the door, he hesitated before pounding on the dark wood.
“What?!” A voice shouted.
“You decent?” Gerard shouted back.
He almost fell forward when the door was wrenched open.
Frank grinned when he saw the Doll.
“As decent as a guy can get when he can’t decide what shirt to wear.”
Gerard flushed as he took in Frank’s bare chest, he was certain that the boy was doing this to him on purpose.
“What do you mean you can’t decide on a shirt to wear?”
Frank pouted, “I have to look pretty!” he explained, “There’s someone I want to impress and I really need them to like me!”
He turned and walked back into his wardrobe.
Gerard didn’t fail to know how incredibly biteable Frank’s neck looked from this position, and how delectable he looked in those black jeans.
“Someone to impress?” Gerard asked, swallowing back the feeling that had risen in his throat.
No, it wasn’t jealousy.
Frank’s head popped back through the door and frowned when he saw that Gerard was still standing in the door way.
“Yes, someone to impress and, come in damn it, you’re making me nervous!”
Gerard closed the door behind him and walked into the room. His bag dropped heavily to the floor.
“What do you think?” Frank asked holding two shirts in front of him.
“There’s the Misfits shirt,” he said holding the shirt out, “Or,” he held out a black shirt. “This. Which I’ll then add your red tie that I plan on stealing to.”
Gerard frowned.
“Wait!” Frank exclaimed, he put the black shirt back into the wardrobe.
“Too good, me thinks for were we are going.”
He pulled on the Misfits shirt.
Gerard silently mourned.
“Tada!” Frank said, arms spread wide and a cheeky grin on his lips.
Gerard smiled faintly.
“You look great Frankie.”
Frank grinned.
“Now, hair and makeup.” He turned to the dresser located a wall.
Small jars of eye shadow, different lengths of eyeliner, a hair straightener, pieces of paper and other random pieces of junk littered its surface.
Frank flicked a switch on the wall and nodded in satisfaction when the small light turned on.
Picking up his belt from the floor, Frank slid the pink leather through the loops of his jeans.
Gerard sat on the edge of the bed and watched Frank’s reflection apply eyeliner and patiently straighten his fringe as he hummed and bopped slightly to the music.
Gerard’s fingers itched as he watched the smaller boy.
Reaching for his bag, he extracted his sketch book and a pencil case.
Choosing a led, Gerard pushed himself back against the head board of Frank’s bed and started to sketch.
Fast, faint lines quickly darkened as Gerard added details to the faint outline.
Where there was once a faint curved line a strong jaw began to emerge.
Emotional eyes framed by long lashes caught the attention of the view. Small pouty lips that gently curved off the side hinting at a smile followed the first outlines of a scorpion tattoo on the neck.
Gerard’s brow furrowed in concentration, his small impish teeth worried at his bottom lip.
Long sweeping strokes created the outlines of a fringe that gently brushed across high cheek bones.
Frank watched the Doll in the mirror as he face reflected every emotion he felt, frustration when he couldn’t get something just right and satisfaction when it did work.
Frank thought he looked beautiful.
Turning to fully watch the Doll, Frank used every inch of the will power he possessed to stop himself from jumping onto the bed and kissing the pale Doll.
He wanted to taste those lips; he wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked.
Frank realized than that Gerard had been watching him, his eyes reflecting the light, showing little else.
“Uh, sorry.” Frank stuttered.
A small smile curved Gerard’s lips, “It’s alright, you’re forgiven.”
Frank nodded and nervously wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans.
He jerked his head in the Doll’s direction, “What are you drawing?”
Gerard blushed and hastily shut the sketch book, “Ah, nothing really. Just something that’s been on my mind lately.”
Frank nodded slowly.
“Oh okay.”
He shifted nervously.
“So, you ready to go?”
Gerard nodded and quickly stashed his sketch-book back in his bag.
“Ready when you are Frankie.”
Frank nodded and quickly grabbed a black hoodie from the closet.
“Cool, let’s go then.”
He walked to the stereo and turned the music off.
Gerard slid to the edge of the bed waiting for Frank to lead the way.
Frank smiled and held out his hand to the Doll.
“Coming Bumble-Bee?”
Gerard grinned at the use of his nick-name, he was becoming rather fond of it, but he wouldn’t let Frank know that.
He placed his hand in Frank’s and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.
“You couldn’t stop me if you tried.”
Frank grinned and gently tugged Gerard towards the door, entwining their fingers, Frank opened the door and turned back to the Doll.
“I would never try to.” He said.
Gerard flushed as Frank laughed.
“Come on Bumble-Bee, the day is young and we have things to do.”
Gerard laughed.
“Frank it’s almost one!”
Frank grinned.
“Exactly! The day is still young!”
Gerard threw his head back and laughed.
“God I love you Frankie.”
Frank’s eyes sparkled.
“And I love you Bumble-Bee.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As soon as they had walked through the stadium and seen the ice-skate stand, Gerard had promptly walked out again.
The wind nipped at his fingers and the tip of his nose, sending shivers down his spine.
“Geeeeee!” Frank whined behind him.
Gerard turned and glared at the smaller boy who was having a little trouble hiding his smile.
”No.”
Frank pouted.
“Why not?”
Gerard’s eyes shot daggers.
“Because I do not skate.”
Frank grinned.
“Don’t, or can’t?
Gerard’s mouth dropped open, ready to give the small boy a piece of his mind.
Frank’s hand covered his mouth.
His calloused fingers brushed against the Doll’s cheek.
“I don’t care either way Bumble-Bee, If you can skate then this should be a breeze, but if you can’t, then I’m more then willing to teach you.”
Gerard’s eyebrows furrowed in thought.
Frank felt his lips press up against his palm as he closed his mouth.
His eyes fluttered as he imagined those pretty lips parting to allow a pale pink tongue to flicker out and taste his skin.
Frank snatched his hand away and cradled it against his chest.
His eyes pleaded with Gerard.
“Please Bumble-Bee? Please just give it a try?”
Gerard’s shoulders slumped in defeat as he threw his arms up into the air a small smile curling his lips.
“Fine!”
Frank squeaked (yes squeaked) and threw himself at Gerard. Wrapping his arms around the taller boy’s neck he peppered kisses down on his cheek.
Again and again.
Gerard smiled as the smaller boy made little sounds of glee. They were like little squeaks and contented ‘hmmms’.
Gerard froze when his mind went on a tangent concerning Frank, those noises of contentment and a whole different scenario.
Gerard grimaced and returned to the present.
He gently coaxed Frank off him, murmuring words of encouragement along the lines of yes, alright, we can go ice-skating, No, I’m not going to run off. Yes, I’ll give it a try.
Frank squeaked again and grabbed Gerard’s hand.
Their fingers slipped together easily.
“Come on!” Frank exclaimed.
“Times a wasting!”
Gerard laughed.
“Alright, lead the way!”
Frank grinned and dragged Gerard back into the stadium.
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