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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way, Gerard_Way/Pete_Wentz, Gerard_Way/Original_Male
      Character(s)
  Character:
      Ray_Toro, Bob_Bryar, Gerard_Way, Frank_Iero, Mikey_Way, Donna_Way,
      Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_-_Freeform, Online_Relationship, Cheating, Asshole!Gerard,
      underage!frank, alternative_universe, really_inappropiate_relationship_in
      general, Secret_Relationship, Blackmail
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      Published: 2017-06-03 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3201
****** A new message ******
by francoantoniohierro
Summary
     AU: Gerard is a creepy virgin who flirts with underage boys online.
     Frank is a naive underage boy online. Bad decisions ensue.
Notes
     yo i wrote like 15 pages of this story a year ago. today i felt like
     i should post some of it. ehh. its a lil weird and im sorry.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Gerard Way was a thirty year old virgin from New Jersey. HIs lifestyle was
perhaps a little "creepy", but he didn't consider himself a "creep". To him, he
wasn’t doing something wrong. Sure, it wasn't something he was proud of, but it
didn't feel illegal. He never even met them.
Gerard worked at a small art supply store. It was inside a shopping mall near
his mother’s house. He didn’t make tons of money working there, but he liked
his job. He made enough money to afford his own apartment, food, water plus a
few action figures each month. He was a college graduate. And he could play
like two songs in acoustic guitar. He wasn't a catch by any means, but his
credentials were far from terrible. He was doing fine. At the end of the day,
he could easily meet someone his age at and have a serious relationship if he
wanted to. But that wasn't what he wanted.
Oh no, Gerard wasn't looking for commitment. Or people his age.
He didn’t go out much. Once work was over, he would rush back to his apartment.
There, he would eat greasy instant meals from the local department store. They
never tasted any good. Also, he was pretty sure that they were the reason
behind his weight gain. But hey, they got the job done.
Everyday he would browse his computer while eating dinner. It was his favorite
part of the day; eating terrible food and checking his new messages. He had
joined around twelve different dating sites, but he only checked three of them
on a daily basis. He had multiple profiles on most of them.
There were specific things he looked for on the people he messaged on those
websites; for one, he always looked for boys who posted pictures of themselves
regularly. He also only talked to the boys who he deem as "shy" or "insecure"
from their profile descriptions. Most importantly, he only talked to the boys
who "looked younger than the age they claimed to be". And not in the way some
people claim to be 27 when they are clearly in their mid thirties. No, Gerard
liked the boys who said they were 18 but clearly weren't.
He didn’t like to think much about it. Again, he didn't consider himself a
creep. He always told himself that it wasn't illegal if they claimed to be 18
on their dating profiles. He never met them anyway.
All Gerard did was chat. Maybe some dirty talk. Then trade some pictures. He
never made them do anything they didn't want to do. Perhaps it wasn't exactly
“ethical” to flirt with people at least ten years younger than him, but Gerard
didn't consider himself a bad person.
He was just having a good time. He was never going to meet any of them. Cause
that’s something a creep would do.
***
There were many things that Gerard liked about working at an art supply store.
One of them was the amount of free time he would get. Multiple hours could pass
without a single customer approaching the place at all. Some days they didn't
even get customers. It was bad for the business, sure. But he appreciated those
days. He could be peacefully in his phone refreshing his dating profiles. He
could send messages to multiple people in peace.
"Did you check out the new store on the second floor?"
Asked Ray Toro, his co worker. The man was laying on the floor. He was reading
one of the art magazines they were supposed to be selling.
"Nah," Gerard replied without looking away from his phone "Why?"
He wanted to sound engaged in the conversation but he was more interested in
the messages he was checking out.
"They sell like collectable stuff. Like, Cards, figurines and what not. I
thought you'd be into it"
Ray explained, not looking away from his magazine either. He wasn’t very close
to Gerard. Their relationship was just seeing each other everyday. They had
casual chats sporadically.
"Sounds cool. I may check it out during the next break"
Gerard said without too much enthusiasm. But Ray was trying to be nice, so he
had to pretend interest in the store.
He wasn’t going to check it out during their break. He was going to lock
himself in the bathroom and send dirty messages. To be fair, Gerard liked
buying his things online. So he had no interest in buying overpriced video game
figurines at the mall.
Minutes went by. The store stayed silent. Moments where Gerard could give his
full attention to the teenagers he was flirting with. Ray broke it off saying,
"Who are you texting to? I swear you're always doing something in your phone.”
Ray was trying to sound playful, but he was legitimately curious “When do I get
to meet him?"
Ray said. He had wanted to confront Gerard about his cellphone habits before.
It just felt like a strange thing to ask. He was tired of it though. He did
needed to ask. It was exhausting seeing Gerard ignore everything else.
"Just checking emails"
Gerard excused himself immediately. Didn’t even look at Ray.
"You're trying to convince me that ...you just spent twenty minutes refreshing
your email?"
His co worker insisted, finally pulling his magazine away, to look at him.
"I buy a lot of shit online, you know that. I have to keep up with shipping,
all that. Message the sellers a lot. It’s not that serious"
Gerard said, this time he actually looked at Ray while he spoke.
"Fine, whatever"
More silence.
Gerard could concentrate in his phone again - something he was thankful for.
Someone new was sending him messages now. Someone cute. And cute boys always
got his full attention - briefly, at least. Ray got back to browsing through
the magazine, skimming through the articles. Ray didn’t understand why Gerard
had to be so secretive all the time.
Again, the quiet moment was interrupted when his coworker said:
"So, when do I get to meet him?"
Gerard smiled. He didn’t say anything else.
***
***** James *****
Chapter Summary
     uh???? i think i tagged my works as "completed" when they're not.
     literally none of them except "best friends" are completed? uhhhhh
     sorry about that. i'll try to fix it tomorrow so i might update the
     other careful/careless then. how did i not notice lmao...
     anyway i had finished this chapter a long time ago but i didn't like
     it so i started all over again. so here it is, second attempt...
Like on most fridays, Gerard bought way too much fast food. Probably enough to
feed the average family.
He came home with a huge order from his favorite burger joint. As usual, he
ordered multiple burgers, fries, and the largest drink available. In total,
there were enough calories to feed a healthy man his size for about three to
four days. To Gerard though, that was just friday night diner. He lived alone,
he didn’t have to deal with his mother preaching him for his unhealthy habits
anymore. He could eat like a pig without being judged.
But really, there was no reason to eat that much. In fact, after the second
burger or so, he usually didn’t even feel hungry anymore. But he liked eating.
It kept him occupied. It kept him feeling good. He didn’t care that it was
obviously taking a toll on his body. He had been chubby his entire life! Why
give up on his favorite food now? He was never ever going to say “No” to
burgers and fries for diner.
He ate next to his computer monitor. He would take bites of his food and then
refresh his web browser. Somehow, this was the highlight of his week. His
social life was dead and buried. The only things that kept him going: food, his
old computer, and maybe his family.
He was searching for the latest figurines released, and on a different tab he
was chatting with strangers. There was one stranger in particular that he was
starting to really like. The user was called Misfits31. His profile linked to
all of his social media. So naturally, Gerard had gone through all the pictures
of him he could find, and he had saved as many of them as he could. The user
was clearly young, definitely in high school - Gerard liked him right away.
He had a folder in his computer dedicated to his pictures, with a few
screenshots. Useful stuff, like a screenshot to his bio with all of his social
media (in case he changed it later) and a few of his personal posts along with
some of the messages he had sent him. They were things that could come in
handy.
He had thousands of folders in his computer dedicated to boys like him.
"I just feel so...lonely...idk"
Misfits31 had messaged him at 8:45 pm.
Gerard had only been speaking to the user for a few days, but he was becoming
really fond of him. Not only was he fuckin' gorgeous, he also seemed to trust
Gerard a lot more than he should. He was perfect. Most kids got suspicious
about Gerard pretty early on. Misfits31 didn’t. He always messaged him back
immediately.
He was needy though. That usually ended badly.
“Is Bob mad at you?”
He sent back. Frank had mentioned his best friend Bob previously, it was one of
the things that he had in his folder.
Gerard ate his fries waiting for a new message to appear. He had no real
interest in the conversation. It was a good way to kill time though.That was
all that Frank was going to be, anyway.
“Nah he’s fine.” he sent. Few minutes later he also sent “its not that at all.
I don’t feel like the people around me get me, yn? I wish that i could hang out
with someone cool like u. You’ve like, read every comic book EVER. You like all
these weird bands and movies too. Like, shit that i have never even heard of...
All the people around here are into the same boring shit. I wanna meet someone
like you”
“That’s nice :)”
He didn’t really know what to say. He was not that interesting at all. His
taste wasn’t obscure or strange by any means, he simply liked things that were
too old for Frank to know about. Just the day before he had made a reference to
the movie “They live”. Frank had said that he had never heard of the movie,
that he would check it out later. Gerard was not going to hold a conversation
in real life with someone who had not seen “They live”.
He was attracted to teenagers for sure, but that didn’t mean that he liked em.
They were moody, self centred, condescending creatures. He had enough of that
in high school. Hell, even talking to his younger brother was difficult at
times. He was too old to deal with shit like that. Teenagers were pretty to
look at. But that was about it. Gerard didn’t want to meet them.
The great thing about internet dating was that he could find them, get some
good pics, and disappear from their lives. And most importantly, not go to
jail. He wanted to keep things that way for good.
“Like U. im saying, i wanna meet U.” Ten minutes later he added another
message: “lol”
Gerard’s profile was deceiving, to say the least.
In his profile he was in college, his name was James, and he was a hunky guy
with blue eyes. He had so many pictures of that hunky guy (who was actually a
russian model) that it was sort of believable. He edited them too, changing
enough stuff so that they couldn’t be searched and traced back to the source.
He had even gone through the trouble of making a profile in a different
website, where he would post even more pictures. He had likes and comments on
all of his posts, making it look almost legit.
Almost. Anyone older than Frank wouldn’t fall for it. Gerard was clearly using
pictures from a model. An obscure model at that, but a model. The type of
people you don’t see at dating websites begging for replies.
“Hahaha. omg you’re so sweet :) but im super busy with my classes and all that”
He sent back. He liked being James. When James liked weird stuff he was cool
and interesting. When Gerard liked weird stuff he was creepy and immature.
“I mean... It can be something low key… we could meet at a coffee shop or
something. Just talk for a few hours idk”
The teenager insisted. Frank strongly believed that James was real. He wanted
to meet him as soon as humanly possible.
“cant. ive never met anyone from the internet tbh its kinda scary to me :(“
Gerard checked the other window he had. It was a website where figurine
collectors could get the latest releases. It was entirely in japanese, but
Gerard could understand most of it. He used it every other week. While he
waited for the teenager to respond, he ordered a figurine from one of his
favorite shows. He didn’t even think about it twice before pressing “buy”.
“Its not if u go to like a public place. i’ve done it before. nothing bad
happened to me.”
Yeah, cause you’ve never met with a guy like me. Gerard couldn’t think of what
to respond for a long time. He went for more fries.
When he was back, he sent: “We can meet. Not right now though. Maybe, give me
some time? Please?”
“Course. I trust u :)”
The other person replied.
****
The cafeteria was loud, but it didn’t distract Frank at all. Hearing his
friends talk to each other about school didn’t bother him either. His phone was
way more important than all of that. Checking his messages, updating his
profile and sending more messages on his phone was important.
His internet “friends” were different from his real friends. His internet
friends always sent him compliments, they would promise him things, make him
feel good. Why would he talk to people in his school? Ever? Under any
circumstance? The people he met online were smart, attractive, cool.
His friends in school were nothing to brag about. He mostly talked to Bob, and
he was sort of friends with Mikey from his chemistry class. Other than those
two, he rarely talked to his other classmates. People in school were boring.
Plus, they didn’t like Frank very much. But the people on the internet, loved
Frank.
“Dude can’t you leave your phone for like one second? You look like a tool”
Bob pointed out, making Frank finally look up. He locked his phone before
putting it in his pocket.
“Mrs. Paige almost caught you with it too, man. Chill”
Mikey agreed.
He was right too.
During one of their classes, Frank had been messaging someone. Someone he had
met recently through a dating website. His profile said that his name was
James. James was this attractive college guy. The type of person who probably
wouldn’t even glance at Frank in real life.
James mostly talked about music and movies. Nothing too serious.
But on that Monday, James had sent him a different type of message. He had
asked if Frank was single. Frank had to respond immediately. He didn’t just say
he was single: he explained that he was totally down with dating men. James had
only sent him a smiley face back.
So Frank kept sending him more and more messages about his non existent love
life. Basically repeating over and over again how the boys in his classes were
all lame. Also talking about how James was so different from them. James would
merely reply with “oh i see” and “ok” at best. It didn’t make Frank any less
excited though.
Mrs. Paige had seen him, but he had managed to hide the phone in his slacks
before she got any closer. He stopped texting James then. That teacher
confiscated phones all the time - she had no heart. He was not going to risk it
again. Mrs Paige was straight up evil.
Of course that as soon as the class ended, he started sending more messages.
James didn’t even respond to much of it. He was clearly busy with something
else.
“I’m not being a tool. I’m just texting a friend - that’s all.”
He already felt the urge to check his phone again. What if James was sending
him more messages? He asked if he was single. That meant he liked him. No one
liked Frank in real life! He needed to keep sending him messages. He needed to
meet him so badly now.
He had received weird love messages from people on the internet before, sure.
But from complete strangers. And ones that weren’t hot. James was different.
Because James had actually gotten to know him. And because god damn, James was
hot in all of his pictures. There was no way he was letting James go.
“Dude…” Bob started, “You literally don’t have any other friends.”
“I have tons of other friends that aren’t you guys.”
“Like who? Your mom?”
Bob joked. Mikey was listening closely to the conversation between the two, not
knowing how to be a part of it. He smiled at Bob’s comment.
“Like the guy i’m texting.” He stopped before saying his name “You don’t know
him”
“We can meet. Tell him to sit with us!”
Bob looked around the cafeteria. He knew that no one was going to join the
table. The whole thing was ridiculous.
“H-he doesn’t go to this school.”
Frank looked at his food tray. He wasn’t hungry anymore. He wished school would
end already. He missed his computer; and most importantly, he missed being able
to send James messages without people bothering him.
“Ah, fuck off.”
Bob shaked his head, making Mikey laugh. The story did not convince either of
them. Hell, even if Frank had shown them James’s profile, they wouldn’t have
believed it was a real person at all.
“He’s real, guys!” He looked at his friends “His name is James”
“We could go to your house and meet him there, you know”
Mikey said in hopes of Bob agreeing with him. He didn’t know Bob or Frank very
much. He wanted to, though. He was glad that he could talk to them as if they
were friends.
“No.” He responds “He’s busy with school- h-he can’t”
“Frank,” Bob said, looking at his friend “we know theres no James”
Frank didn’t know what else to say. He wasn’t going to admit that James was a
college guy that he met on a dating website. That was pretty fucking
embarrassing. Dating websites were for creeps and loners. His friends would
never stop making jokes about it. There was no way he was going to admit any of
it.
“He’s real. We’re friends. We talk... all the time”
He looked at his food tray again. He wasn’t sure what else to say. He liked
James - he had to be real.
“Whatever you say, dude”
Bob and Mikey smirked at each other.
“He’s real, guys. You’ll see. He’s like- the coolest guy ever”
He tried taking a bite of his food. If he was eating, maybe he wouldn’t have to
talk anymore. He didn’t want to talk anymore. His friends were dicks. They had
to be jealous. They were the ones that didn’t have any other friends.
you’ll see. When i meet him…
****
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