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there's fic under the cut. it's not probably very good, it's not very long, but it's fic! i'm going through the HS AU prompts, this one is for fly_meaway.
gerard/frank,
PG, 800+ words,
i loved you first
all possible mistakes are my own fault. ♥
i loved you first
bridge
It's where Gerard thinks he would like to take Frank, if he could ever take Frank anywhere. It would be just the two of them and not three, no Mikey sitting between them swinging spiderlegs above water and fiddling with his fucking salt pipe, thick bottle glasses sliding down his nose and all.
Gerard would get to sit beside him, beside Frank, fingers curling into a fist on the old wooden surface, knuckles itching to bump against Frank's.
He chooses the place because it has fiftysomething years of morbid history behind so it's just scary enough to be impressive but still sufficiently safe for them to hang out at.
He plays the scene in his mind.
The colors and the amount of light and dark changes every time he pictures it, but the overall image stays the same.
Frank is always laughing or getting there. His lip ring hugs a goofy grin, and heavily hooded eyes sparkle at Gerard. The water below is always brown, mud and pollutant blocking the view to the bottom. He can't see water plants tangling around rusty bikes but he knows that they're there.
It's an early evening, and Frank will eventually turn to Gerard -tugging his soft bottom lip into his mouth and wet it a little, just so that it's flushed red and shiny and Gerard will surely die if he can't taste it- and say that there's a good chance they get murdered if they stay much longer.
Of course they will kiss, then.
It's Gerard's vision after all.
Frank's breath hitches when Gerard leans in Gerard's thumb pushing soft, soft circles on the skin above Frank's lip, their noses bumping once and then recoiling. Frank will grip Gerard's hip, blunt black nails digging into Gerard's skin, and it's the most perfect moment Gerard's ever imagined.
He's all about the vision.
sunlight
Maybe it's therefore Gerard wants so hard to lock the image of Frank squinting on the lawn behind the sports field into his memory.
Frank is unconventionally beautiful in his multicolored mohawk, piercings, and tattoos that peek out of the rolled-up sleeve of his white button down making his arm look like a Chinese fish or a carnival snake.
Colorful is what he is. Full of detail.
When Frank grins at him, eyes still crinkled and watering in the bright sunlight, grass petals introducing a new color scheme to his ridiculous hair, Gerard can't help but wonder why Frank is wasting time on him.
Then Mikey flops down on the grass, sharp kneecap bumping against Frank's bicep before Frank scrambles to his knees and tackles him all smile and youth, stealing Mikey's thick glasses in the process.
And Gerard remembers.
locker
This is how it goes.
Gerard is walking down the empty, vomited berry pudding-colored school hallway to his locker, pissed off for various reasons. None of them are anything new to his day-to-day joke of a life though so it's not like he hasn't learned to deal.
He passes Mikey's and Frank's lockers, but the sudden sad sound of rasping makes him stop. It comes from inside of Frank's locker, so Gerard coughs dryly and knocks on the door.
Frank knocks back.
Frank walks through his life with a Kick Me sign tacked on his back. It's metaphorical but that doesn't make it less real. It's worse, it's harder to detach and Gerard knows because he's tried, tried so hard, is still trying. It's just that, well, Gerard has a sign of his own to take care of. It burns painfully on his forehead like a hot brand.
Frank tells him he's okay though when he's outside the locker and inside Gerard's second-hand car. He seems a little shaky, Gerard thinks, but if the anger lingering on his face has any say, Frank looks like he's about had it.
messenger bag
Gerard gets his kiss. Not on the bridge though, not in the early evening when it's pleasantly cool and the sun isn't bringing out the worst in him, the pale pasty skin and dark circles underneath his eyes.
It happens on the front yard of the Iero household, in Gerard's second-hand car in sunlight and humidity. Frank kind of falls into it, perhaps leaning in to squeeze the ball of Gerard's shoulder as a sign of thanks for the ride and thanks for not making fun of me and thanks for promising not to tell anyone about the locker, thanks really man. And then, it's Gerard whose breath hitches, and it's Gerard who grips Frank's hip blunt nails and all, Indian inked finger pads.
Frank sighs and his lip is dry and chapped against Gerard's, tiny mountains of split skin sending shocks through Gerard's entire body, getting only better when he dares to soften the lip with the tip of his tongue.
It's the most perfect moment he has ever lived through.
Frank leaves his bag, fabric ragged and scribbled on, on the backseat of Gerard's car.
It's a clever invitation and Gerard takes it, smiles in the cool evening when he's returning it to Frank.
gerard/frank,
PG, 800+ words,
i loved you first
all possible mistakes are my own fault. ♥
i loved you first
bridge
It's where Gerard thinks he would like to take Frank, if he could ever take Frank anywhere. It would be just the two of them and not three, no Mikey sitting between them swinging spiderlegs above water and fiddling with his fucking salt pipe, thick bottle glasses sliding down his nose and all.
Gerard would get to sit beside him, beside Frank, fingers curling into a fist on the old wooden surface, knuckles itching to bump against Frank's.
He chooses the place because it has fiftysomething years of morbid history behind so it's just scary enough to be impressive but still sufficiently safe for them to hang out at.
He plays the scene in his mind.
The colors and the amount of light and dark changes every time he pictures it, but the overall image stays the same.
Frank is always laughing or getting there. His lip ring hugs a goofy grin, and heavily hooded eyes sparkle at Gerard. The water below is always brown, mud and pollutant blocking the view to the bottom. He can't see water plants tangling around rusty bikes but he knows that they're there.
It's an early evening, and Frank will eventually turn to Gerard -tugging his soft bottom lip into his mouth and wet it a little, just so that it's flushed red and shiny and Gerard will surely die if he can't taste it- and say that there's a good chance they get murdered if they stay much longer.
Of course they will kiss, then.
It's Gerard's vision after all.
Frank's breath hitches when Gerard leans in Gerard's thumb pushing soft, soft circles on the skin above Frank's lip, their noses bumping once and then recoiling. Frank will grip Gerard's hip, blunt black nails digging into Gerard's skin, and it's the most perfect moment Gerard's ever imagined.
He's all about the vision.
sunlight
Maybe it's therefore Gerard wants so hard to lock the image of Frank squinting on the lawn behind the sports field into his memory.
Frank is unconventionally beautiful in his multicolored mohawk, piercings, and tattoos that peek out of the rolled-up sleeve of his white button down making his arm look like a Chinese fish or a carnival snake.
Colorful is what he is. Full of detail.
When Frank grins at him, eyes still crinkled and watering in the bright sunlight, grass petals introducing a new color scheme to his ridiculous hair, Gerard can't help but wonder why Frank is wasting time on him.
Then Mikey flops down on the grass, sharp kneecap bumping against Frank's bicep before Frank scrambles to his knees and tackles him all smile and youth, stealing Mikey's thick glasses in the process.
And Gerard remembers.
locker
This is how it goes.
Gerard is walking down the empty, vomited berry pudding-colored school hallway to his locker, pissed off for various reasons. None of them are anything new to his day-to-day joke of a life though so it's not like he hasn't learned to deal.
He passes Mikey's and Frank's lockers, but the sudden sad sound of rasping makes him stop. It comes from inside of Frank's locker, so Gerard coughs dryly and knocks on the door.
Frank knocks back.
Frank walks through his life with a Kick Me sign tacked on his back. It's metaphorical but that doesn't make it less real. It's worse, it's harder to detach and Gerard knows because he's tried, tried so hard, is still trying. It's just that, well, Gerard has a sign of his own to take care of. It burns painfully on his forehead like a hot brand.
Frank tells him he's okay though when he's outside the locker and inside Gerard's second-hand car. He seems a little shaky, Gerard thinks, but if the anger lingering on his face has any say, Frank looks like he's about had it.
messenger bag
Gerard gets his kiss. Not on the bridge though, not in the early evening when it's pleasantly cool and the sun isn't bringing out the worst in him, the pale pasty skin and dark circles underneath his eyes.
It happens on the front yard of the Iero household, in Gerard's second-hand car in sunlight and humidity. Frank kind of falls into it, perhaps leaning in to squeeze the ball of Gerard's shoulder as a sign of thanks for the ride and thanks for not making fun of me and thanks for promising not to tell anyone about the locker, thanks really man. And then, it's Gerard whose breath hitches, and it's Gerard who grips Frank's hip blunt nails and all, Indian inked finger pads.
Frank sighs and his lip is dry and chapped against Gerard's, tiny mountains of split skin sending shocks through Gerard's entire body, getting only better when he dares to soften the lip with the tip of his tongue.
It's the most perfect moment he has ever lived through.
Frank leaves his bag, fabric ragged and scribbled on, on the backseat of Gerard's car.
It's a clever invitation and Gerard takes it, smiles in the cool evening when he's returning it to Frank.