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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way, Ray_Toro/Mikey_Way
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Gerard_Way, Ray_Toro, Mikey_Way
  Additional Tags:
      Witches, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, D/s_themes
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-22 Updated: 2014-01-09 Chapters: 4/? Words: 6907
****** Craftlike in Nature ******
by kyOMG
Summary
     Frank was a normal teenager. He went to a good, Catholic school, had
     a nice group of friends, dated every now and then, and, every night,
     practiced witchcraft. Yeah, nothing special.
     Based on The Craft.
Notes
     Ah! I'm so excited to write this fic. If you've never seen The Craft
     you should totally watch it. I'm not sure how often this will be
     updated--I'm about to head back up to school and that will take up
     most of my time. Hopefully every 2 weeks or so. Maybe. If I'm lucky.
***** Meet 'n Greet *****
Frank was a normal teenager. He went to a good, Catholic school, had a nice
group of friends, dated every now and then, and, every night, practiced
witchcraft. Yeah, nothing special.
It started when he was 14. It was just something stupid, you know, like telling
ghost stories around a campfire, or telling urban legends to scare the shit out
of your friends. Him and his friends would sneak out of their houses and meet
down at the old abandoned water tower, prick their fingers and cast stupid
spells. It was fun, just a way to blow off steam when you’re young and stressed
about teenage life.
Word spread, of course. Everyone at school knew, and avoided Frank and his
friends like the plague. Frank kind of liked it like that, though. No one
messed with them, and as they got older, it was like a elite clique. Don’t do
witchcraft? Don’t mess with Frank’s crew. That’s how it was, at school, during
the summer, all over town, it didn’t matter. Everyone knew. It’s not like they
were casting spells on people, well, not most of the time, but people were so
scared shitless of them that they didn’t seem to catch that fact.
Frank and his friends just kind of hung out. They drank, exchanged porn, smoked
weed, and did small spells for themselves. Nothing big. They all had their fair
share of problems. Frank’s parents split when he was 9, and since then he and
his mom had been living in a shitty apartment on the wrong side of town. His
mom drank too much, and couldn’t hold a steady job, so Frank had to take a job
after school, cleaning up the “sacred” halls of St. Lucian Catholic High
School. He hardly made any money, but it was better than nothing.
Ray was quiet. He hardly talked in school and when he did he usually got picked
on. No one really messed with him, but Ray took everything to heart. People
didn’t know him, and they thought he was weird because of his tan skin and
bouncy hair. He often got called derogatory names, and Frank would often have
to serve detention after work for trying to beat the shit out of whoever said
them. After a while, though, Frank realized that all he really had to do to get
assholes to leave Ray alone was glare at them and whisper something under his
breath. It could be anything, really. He could be saying “I’m having a grilled
cheese sandwich for lunch” and they would think that he was casting some crazy
spell on them.
Mikey had medical problems. He was out a few days of the week most of the time
because of his asthma. He had to go to the hospital a lot. Frank didn’t know
much about him, other than the fact that he was sick a lot, had a brother a few
years older than them that had gone to art school, which Frank had never met,
and that Mikey always brought the booze to their late night meetings.
Things got weird the summer of Frank’s junior year, though.
~~
“So,” Frank said, passing the joint to Mikey and coughing a bit, “Why doesn’t
your awesome big bro come out here with us?”
Mikey had taken a small hit, blowing the smoke out of his lungs almost
immediately. They didn’t make fun of him for it, they knew it was because of
his lungs, but Frank smiled and giggled a bit. Mikey shook his head. “I don’t
know, man. I think, I think he…” He paused to push his glasses up and Ray
rubbed his back, fingers tracing the bumps in his spine, making Mikey shiver.
“He’s really shy, you know? Like, he hardly comes out of the basement. Unless
it’s a weekday, then he goes straight to work and straight home.”
Mikey’s older brother worked in New York City. Comics, Mikey had said. Frank
wished his little group was good enough for the shy, basement-dwelling comic
book artist. He knew that’s how Mikey got all of their beer. He seemed cool,
and it was rare that Frank found anyone outside of their group who interested
him. He’d never even seen the guy, but he wanted to meet him. Wanted a fourth,
to develop their shit better, or whatever that woman said in the weird shop
that sold herbs and satchels and candles for practicing magic.
It was the summer. Frank and the guys went out to their water tower almost
every night and either smoked or practiced or drank. No one was around to mess
with them as much. Frank wanted to try a few new spells but they needed to
scrounge up the money for it. They needed new candles and some herbs, and
though they had quite a good herb garden growing beneath the water tower, they
still had to buy some, and they weren’t going to steal.
Mikey leaned on Ray, kissing the larger man’s jaw and letting out a giggle that
only the highest of men make. The two had a thing—something Frank had never had
but always wanted. They snuggled and kissed, and sometimes even let Frank join
in when they fucked, especially if the spell called for it. Ray was bigger than
both of them, and would hold Frank down and drive his large cock into Frank
while Mikey enjoyed having his cock sucked by Frank. Frank really liked those
nights, but always felt empty when the two left together the next morning and
he was alone.
Ray settled with Mikey climbing into his lap, kissing him deeply and moaning
quietly when Ray gripped at his ass. Frank felt his cheeks heat with color, and
he averted his gaze, messing with some dried herbs he had laid out earlier.
They were going to fuck, and as much as Frank really liked it when they
included him, he just didn’t feel like being the third wheel tonight—the one
that they included just because they felt bad for him, or because they wanted
to try some new spell. Standing up, Frank cleared his throat, “I think I’m
going to go home, guys. Text me tomorrow?”
Mikey grunted out a “sure,” and Frank turned and climbed down the water tower’s
ladder. He got to the ground and distantly heard his friends moaning above him,
and started the walk home, not bothering to call his mom for a ride. She was
probably asleep, or drunk, and would be pissed if he bothered her for a ride
home.
It wasn’t too long of a walk, but it was late, and Frank was always worried
that some asshole who didn’t like him or his friends would find him out here,
alone, and pummel him to a bloody pulp. He looked around sheepishly and pulled
his hood over his head, even though there was no one out. He sighed and looked
up at the stars—it would’ve been a perfect night for a spell. There were no
clouds, and the waxing moon was beautiful—bright enough for him to not need
lights to see.
Frank heard music in the distance and he turned to see who it was. Maybe Ray
and Mikey had decided to pick him up, go see a movie and get drunk, but it
wasn’t them. It was a white car, Frank saw, and it was coming towards him fast.
He wasn’t in the middle of the street, he was on the sidewalk, actually, but
Frank was worried that whoever was in the car was either drunk or hellbent on
running someone over. “Shit,” he whispered through his teeth, and stopped
walking, hoping the car would pass by quickly and he could be on his merry way.
It was slowing down, though, and Frank felt his heartbeat quicken. “Shit,” he
muttered. This wasn’t good.
The car was dirty as hell, and Frank could hear loud music coming from
within—something fast and recognizable, but Frank wasn’t really paying very
much attention and couldn’t put his finger on it. The car pulled up beside of
him and Frank had half the mind to bolt, but something kept him rooted to the
same spot. Fear or stupidity, Frank couldn’t tell, but when the window of the
car rolled down and he saw a man not much older than him stick his head out, he
felt a little better.
The man had long greasy black hair, and Frank could smell stale cigarettes and
general muskiness coming from the car. A pointed nose, large, clear eyes, and
smiling lips greeted him. “You’re Frankie Iero, right?” The man said, his voice
a bit rough and nasally. Frank raised an eyebrow.
“Who the hell’s asking?”
The man giggled, and Frank had the brief image of his own Mikey Way. “I’m
Gerard, dude. Mikey’s brother?” Frank’s eyes widened.
“O-oh,” he stuttered. He didn’t realize Mikey’s older brother was so… nice
looking. “I’m Frank,” he said, smiling.
Gerard laughed, “Yeah, I know. C’mon, get in; I’ll give you a ride home.”
***** 2spooky *****
Chapter Summary
     “I know what you guys do up there.”
     Frank’s eyes widened. It wasn’t a secret or anything, but it was
     still weird for someone to just come outright and say it—Gerard’s got
     some balls, not like most of the people in their town. “Oh?” Frank
     said, glancing down at his jeans again. This just got really awkward,
     really fast, and Frank really wished Gerard would just take him home
     already.
Chapter Notes
     It's my last week of summer and all I've been doing is watching
     Netflix and writing. Yeah.
Frank giggled. What the fuck. What the fuck Mikey’s older brother was hot.
Like… Hot. Frank had to have still been floating from that joint he and his
boys had earlier, because like hell Mikey Way’s shy, comic book making, older
brother was this hot.
He had asked Frank if he had wanted to go home right away, and of course Frank
didn’t want to go home—like, ever, so they were just cruising around. Gerard
seemed nice, letting Frank play with the radio and roll down the windows for a
cigarette (that Gerard gave him, because Frank was only 17). Frank felt
comfortable with the guy, which was weird, because Frank never felt comfortable
with anyone until he had known them for at least a few months, most of the time
longer.
“So,” Frank started, tapping his cigarette and looking over at the older Way,
“Why are you out?”
Gerard laughed, and only after Frank said it did he realize how rude the
question was, and he blushed. “I-I mean, what have you been… doing?” Gerard
snorted.
“Mikey texted me. Told me to pick your ass up so you wouldn’t have to walk home
alone,” he said, slowing down in front of a gas station. Frank considered what
Gerard had just said, dropping his head low. They felt sorry for him. “Want
some beer?”
“Uh,” Frank started, wondering if he should accept drinks from someone he had
just met, “I think I’ll pass,” and Gerard made a bit of a pained noise, super
cute and a bit dorky, “This time,” Frank added, and Gerard smiled. “I, uh…
think I should be getting home, actually,” he said, picking at a strand on his
frayed jeans. He looked up and saw Gerard staring at him—his face blank and his
eyes boring into Frank’s.
“I know what you guys do up there.”
Frank’s eyes widened. It wasn’t a secret or anything, but it was still weird
for someone to just come outright and say it—Gerard’s got some balls, not like
most of the people in their town. “Oh?” Frank said, glancing down at his jeans
again. This just got really awkward, really fast, and Frank really wished
Gerard would just take him home already.
“Yeah.”
It wasn’t an accusation, or a feared acknowledgement—just a simple “yeah,”—a
bit breathy and quiet, and Frank wondered what was going through the older
boy’s head. “Is… Is that a problem?” he said, hoping that Gerard would say no,
or tell him that it was really awesome and badass, what they did up there.
Instead, Gerard said nothing, and put his car into gear.
~~
The next day, Frank woke up from two text messages: one from Mikey, telling him
to come over that night, and the other from a number that Frank didn’t
recognize, saying “can’t wait 2 see u.” Frank replied to Mikey saying that he’d
be there around 6, and that he was pissed that Mikey had kept that he had a
smokin’ hot brother from him. He got up and went to the small kitchen of his
and his mom’s apartment. Not seeing his mom around, he sighed and shook his
head—she was either in someone else’s bed, or still at the bar. Whatever. He
needed to go shopping, he realized as he popped the last toaster strudels into
the toaster.
He heard his phone vibrate back in his room, and he waited until the strudels
came out—a bit cold since their toaster was a piece of shit, and walked back to
his room. It was Mikey, insisting that his brother is the last thing from hot,
and that he gave Gerard Frank’s number the night before when the older Way had
asked for it. Frank felt heat rise in his cheeks. Gerard wanted his number? He
realized that the text he’d received earlier was probably from him and texted
him back, “When?”
A few minutes later, his phone buzzed with “Tonight. I have something to show
you.”
~~
It was 5:30 and Frank was already at Mikey’s house, fighting with Ray over the
last Dorito.
“I had it first, asshole!”
“I haven’t eaten since this morning, Ray!” Frank whined, hoping that he could
have at least a fucking chip for dinner. Ray mumbled and begrudgingly handed
Frank the chip, and Frank stuck his tongue out and popped it into his mouth.
They were in Mikey’s room, trying to figure out what they wanted to do that
night. Frank wanted to work on some spells, whereas Mikey wanted to stay in and
watch Dawn of the Dead. Ray was indifferent.
“We’ve seen this movie hundreds of times, Mikey!”
“But we went out to the water tower last night, Frank,” Mikey argued and Frank
rolled his eyes.
“You two were too busy to do any spells, though,” and Ray opened his mouth,
“And don’t try to tell me you guys worked on some after I left, because we both
know that’s bullshit,” Frank added, crossing his arms. “I just want to do one
spell!”
Mikey looked at Ray, who shrugged in a “I’ll do whatever you want to do,”
manner, and Frank knew he was beat. He sighed and plopped down on the bed,
picking up the DVD and throwing it at Mikey. “It’s not like the spell would
work, anyway” Frank muttered, and felt a pang in his chest. “We need a fourth.”
~~
It was late, and Ray and Mikey had already snuggled up on the bed and fallen
asleep. Frank was still up, watching some shitty horror movie Mikey had popped
in earlier. He had ended up having lots of fun—they watched movies and smoked
cigarettes and eventually had a small makeout session, nothing too serious, and
then the other two fell asleep. Frank felt wired, though. He knew Gerard wanted
to talk to him, but he hadn’t heard from the older boy and he was getting
worried. Maybe Gerard was just playing with him, or decided that Frank was too
weird and young, after all. Frank felt his mouth twitch to the side in a frown.
He should probably just go to sleep.
As soon as Frank got settled on the bed with Ray and Mikey, Frank felt
comfortable, and for a second he felt really, really content—he was snuggling
with the two guys that understood him the most, and Ray wrapped his arms around
him and Frank smiled. Mikey was snoring quietly, and Frank was warm and felt
like he could go to sleep instantly.
Except.
The door to the house opened and closed, and Frank sat up in bed, ignoring
Mikey’s mumbles of “Lay back down, asshole, you’re warm.” He heard footsteps
climbing up the stairs, and he wondered if he should wake Mikey, or Ray. The
door creaked open and a head peaked in.
“Hey, Frank,” Gerard whispered, smiling and holding his hand out, crooking his
index finger and telling Frank to come. Frank looked at his two friends and
frowned. He stood from the bed, feeling a bit bad for leaving them, and
sidestepped the countless chip and cookie bags on the floor. He walked up to
Gerard and smiled as the older boy walked backwards out of the room, smirking.
Frank was glad it was pretty dark in the hallway, because shit, he was
blushing. Fuck his stupid face for showing when he was embarrassed. “You know
where the basement is, right?” Gerard asked, walking down the stairs and
looking back up at Frank.
“No.”
Gerard stopped and held out his hand, and fuck if Frank wasn’t going to take
this chance to hold it. His hand was cool, and Frank thought he could see dark
patches of ink where he’d been working that day. They made it to the basement
and Gerard let go of Frank’s hand to turn a light on. “Sorry for dragging out
of your snuggle-fest,” Gerard said, and Frank looked down. Gerard’s room was
just as messy as Mikey’s, maybe a bit more. There were sketches covering the
floor, as well as shirts and jeans. Frank saw lots of beer cans and cigarette
butts.
“So,” Frank started, and Gerard sat on his bed. “What did you want to show me?”
Concert tickets? Reservations to dinner? Something equally romantic?
Gerard sighed and pat his bed beside of him, and Frank obliged—sitting down and
smelling sweat and cigarettes. Gerard smiled and lifted his hand, “It’s better
to show than tell,” he said, and Frank’s eyebrows furrowed.
“What—?” he started, but he cut himself off when he saw… water? There was
water. Puddling in Gerard’s hand. Frank’s mouth was open, and Gerard was
laughing as the water started to drip down onto Frank’s pajama pants. It was
bubbling from his hand, and Frank looked up to see a twinkle in Gerard’s eyes.
“C-can I?”
“Of course.”
Frank lifted his hand, saw it was shaking, and cursed himself. This is what
he’s wanted, for like, ever, and it was finally in front of him and he was
shaking? He felt childish, but he shook the feeling away and pointed a finger,
dipping it slowly in the water in Gerard’s palm. It was cold—freezing, and
Frank smiled. “Wow,” he whispered, and Gerard lifted his hand, bit by bit
bringing it up higher to Frank’s face. Frank looked up to him, tilting his
head, and Gerard was smiling.
“Don’t you want to?” He asked, and Frank realized that yes, he did, and he
waited until Gerard’s hand was close to his mouth and lowered his head, putting
his mouth to Gerard’s hand and sucking the water. It tasted healthy—natural and
good.
“Can Mikey?” Frank asked, after he had drank all of the water from Gerard’s
hand, and Gerard shook his head. Frank was blushing again, only realizing after
the fact that he had been lapping at Gerard’s hand, licking up the water until
only a drop was left.
“Let’s talk about it tomorrow, it’s late,” Gerard said, and stood. Frank
pouted, he wanted to talk about it now. He stood, intending to head back
upstairs to Mikey’s room to sleep, but as he walked towards the door he felt a
wet hand grab his arm. “Where are you going?” Gerard asked, and pulled Frank
back towards the bed. “Don’t wake them up, it’s late,” and Frank nodded,
getting back on the bed after throwing his shirt off.
“Are you sure?” Frank asked, and Gerard chuckled, not saying anything and
turning off the light by the bed.
“Go to sleep, Frankie.”
~~
Frank woke up warm, comfortable, and with his head on a snowy white chest and
his legs draped over a body. At first he thought it was Mikey, and he reached
out his arm to try and find Ray, but then he realized it was just him and Mikey
in the bed, and Mikey’s hair was jet black. The events of last night came
crashing through his mind, and his eyes widened. He tried to sit up, to look
around the room and see if it was a dream or not, but cool fingers carded
through his hair, and tugged, and Frank found that he would much rather follow
them back to the warm chest/pillow than get up.
He looked up, frowning, and saw Gerard looking down at him, smirking and
smoking a newly lit cigarette. “Was I dreaming?” Frank asked, “last night?”
Gerard smiled and blew out a puff of smoke, silently offering Frank the
cigarette to share.
“Not a dream,” Gerard said, and he ran his fingers through Frank’s hair.
“Unless you’re talking about something else entirely, in which case, I’d love
to hear about your dream that involved me.”
Frank rolled his eyes, and rested his head against Gerard’s chest, content to
just fall back asleep and hope the older boy didn’t move. He felt his pocket
vibrate, and sighed. His phone had two messages, both from Mikey, saying “thx 4
bailing” and “where r u,” and Frank replied with “never left the house, I’ll be
up in a few.”
“So,” Frank started, and Gerard immediately cut him off.
“I’ve had it for as long as I can remember. Mom says I got it from my
grandma—that her powers were close to the surface, and that every generation
has it’s one that is good with magic in this family.”
Gerard looked down at Frank and raised his eyebrows. “Mikey… he doesn’t—“
Gerard sighed, “His aren’t close to the surface, like mine.”
“That makes no sense, Gerard,” Frank said, “How come you have powers, and—“
Gerard shushed him, “Everyone has magic in them,” he brought his hand up and
let some water drip onto Frank’s head, laughing, “some people just have it
buried deeper than others.”
Frank shook his head. This was unreal. Last night he was drinking water from
Gerard’s hand, and now he was being told that everyone had magic. Including…
“How do you bring it to the surface?” He asked, resting his chin on Gerard’s
chest and looking up at Gerard with large eyes. Gerard shook his head and
tugged on Frank’s hair again (something Frank was starting to really, really
like). Frank fought the urge to pull back, not follow the fingers in his hair
and see what would happen, but instead he went with them, getting up from
Gerard’s chest and pouting whenever Gerard stood.
“Let’s go get breakfast and talk to Ray and Mikey about it, first,” Gerard
said, and then, after he threw a shirt on and walked back over to the bed, he
leaned down and whispered into Frank’s ear, “I think you’ve found your fourth,
and I’m going to lead you to great things, Frankie.”
Frank shivered.
~~
“What the fuck?” Mikey said whenever Frank and Gerard walked up from the
basement and into the kitchen. “What the f—“
“Shut up, Mikey,” Gerard said, smiling and stealing his younger brother’s cup
of coffee. “It was completely innocent.” Mikey’s eyes widened and he looked at
Ray, who was laughing. Frank was blushing, his whole face bright red and his
mouth stuttering with what he was trying to say.
“He, um… wanted to show me something?”
Ray laughed harder, and Mikey started to giggle, as well, “Was it big?” Ray
asked through his laughter. Frank threw a cereal box at him.
~~
***** Gaze *****
Chapter Summary
     “So, what did you need to show Frank?” He asked Gerard, and Gerard
     looked over to Frank, who was wrapped up in the blankets of Gerard’s
     bed, trying and failing to secretly inhale the scent of the older
     boy. His bed was warm, and Frank was hoping that sleeping there (with
     Gerard) would become a regular occurrence.
Chapter Notes
     School is hard. I haven't had time to write in ages. It's my
     birthday, so I wanted to upload the little bit I had written since
     the last update. Like I said, I don't know how often I'll get to
     update this. So please be patient with me ; u;
After they had all eaten their breakfast, said hello to the Way’s mother,
Donna, and settled in the basement, Mikey was the first to talk.
“So, what did you need to show Frank?” He asked Gerard, and Gerard looked over
to Frank, who was wrapped up in the blankets of Gerard’s bed, trying and
failing to secretly inhale the scent of the older boy. His bed was warm, and
Frank was hoping that sleeping there (with Gerard) would become a regular
occurrence. Frank looked back to Mikey.
“So you really don’t know?” He asked, surprised—he had thought that Gerard was
lying and Mikey had known. Mikey looked at him, his brows furrowed in that look
of concentration that was almost ever-present on the tall boy’s face.
“Mikey,” Gerard said, and then sighed. He got up and walked towards his younger
brother, frowning. “Do you remember Grandma?” Mikey shot him an exasperated
look.
“What? Of course I remember her, Gerard!” He looked like he was about to pop,
face red and eyes large behind his black glasses. “She was weird, but we loved
her.”
Gerard smiled and sat in between Ray and Mikey on the beat up old couch,
turning his back to Ray and looking directly into Mikey’s eyes. “She was a bit
weird, wasn’t she?” He said, chuckling a bit.
“Gerard. She said she had powers. That’s more than a bit weird,” Mikey
whispered, smiling. Gerard’s smile dwindled. He looked at Frank, and the
younger boy straightened his back. It was if Gerard could see him. Not just his
body, or physical self, or whatever, but into him, and Frank was trying his
hardest not to come undone under Gerard’s gaze, but a shiver ran down his
spine, and he could fucking swear Gerard smirked, knowing the power he had over
the younger boy.
Gerard fixed his eyes then on his younger brother, “What if she wasn’t crazy,
Mikes?” He asked. He reached up and ran a finger down Mikey’s cheek, leaving a
trail of glistening water. Frank could see that Mikey was confused—his eyes
leaving Gerard’s and going to Ray’s. “What if,” Gerard continued, “you did,
too. And me.” He lifted his hand then, and of course, water pooled into it like
before. Mikey looked into his brother’s hand, and then to his face, and smiled.
“So does this mean you’ll come up to the tower with us?”
~~
Convincing Ray had been a bit different, and only after Gerard soaked his hair
so much that it was laying flat against his head did he finally give in and
realize that it wasn’t a cheap trick that they were pulling on him. After that,
Frank had insisted that they go up to the water tower and research proper
initiation rituals. Mikey and Ray had agreed with smiles, wanting mostly to see
more of what Gerard could do… but, Gerard…
Gerard had looked at Frank again—with that same weird look that bore deep
within to Frank—and ambled over to the younger, smiling. “You’re so smart,
Frankie,” he whispered, and ran fingers through Frank’s hair.
Frank just sat, gazing up at Gerard and trying not to let his mouth drop in
awe, until Ray giggled and said, “Frank’s got a crush, Mikey.” Frank’s cheeks
flared and he frowned at Ray. Gerard just laughed and walked out of the room,
yelling down the stairs for them to be ready in twenty. When Frank glared at
Ray again, the older just laughed and looked at Mikey, “It’s true!”
“Whatever, maybe now you two will stop fucking in front of me,” Frank said,
smiling. Like Mikey would pull that shit with his brother there. Frank was
happy. He didn’t have to feel lonely anymore. “Does he know, by the way?” He
asked innocently. He wasn’t sure how Gerard would react to his younger
brother’s indecent acts. He got his answer when Mikey stuttered out a “no” and
blushed. Frank smiled and licked his lips, watching as both Ray’s and Mikey’s
followed his tongue. “Too bad neither of you can fuck me anymore,” he said,
sighing and laying back on the bed, trying to get them flustered and
embarrassed. He wasn’t being mean, he just liked seeing them both get hot for
him—which honestly didn’t happen that often, unless he provoked it.
“What?” He heard a voice that was neither Ray’s or Mikey’s. Frank jerked up off
the bed, his eyes wide. Gerard was leaning on the doorframe, his arms crossed
and his eyebrows furrowed.
Frank tried to think of an excuse, or joke, or anything to make it look like
what was just said was not real, but of course, his mouth only opened and a
small, squeak-like “Uh,” came out. Fuck. He was screwed. He looked to Mikey and
Ray, and both of them were caught between wanting to laugh and wanting to book
it out of there. Gerard walked into the room and stood in front of Frank, and
fuck. There it was. Gerard’s crotch was in front of Frank’s face and all Frank
really wanted to do was unzip his jeans and suck his cock. He looked up
instead, though, and saw Gerard gazing down at him, a stern look on his face.
“You let them fuck you?” he asked, and Frank shivered, because—wow, Gerard
seriously had this hot dominant thing about him down to an art, and Frank knew
he had to answer—to explain and tell him that it wasn’t an everyday thing, and
that Mikey and Ray were more into each other than him, but his mouth was just
opening, and no sounds were coming out, and he knew his face was probably the
color of a fucking tomato, and that he looked ridiculous, but he really just
wanted to drop the conversation.
“Only when we do a spell or something that calls for it,” he heard Ray say from
behind Gerard, and Frank sighed. Good. He didn’t have to speak at all. Gerard
let out a soft grunt, still looking down at Frank, and Frank smiled shyly. “And
that’s not really… that often,” Ray continued, trying to divert Gerard’s
attention from Frank. Which—okay, was a really nice thing, because Gerard was a
bit scary, but at the same time, Frank didn’t really want Gerard looking at
anyone but him with that gaze.
“Well,” Gerard said, still looking at Frank and smiling a bit, and Frank tried
to look more comfortable in his skin. “That won’t be happening anymore, will
it, Frank?”
Frank gulped, and shook his head. “Why do you even care, Gerard?” Frank heard
Mikey say, and a smile started to form on his lips.
Gerard rolled his eyes and turned to look at Mikey, “Shut up, Mikes.”
~~
***** Cabin Fever *****
Chapter Summary
     “We need an initiation spell,” Frank muttered, and Mikey began to
     speak, “a proper one, Mikey. That shit we did in the eight grade
     isn’t going to cut it this time.”
Chapter Notes
     Y'all. Y'all. School is kicking my ass. That is all.
It took them about fifteen minutes to get to the water tower—Gerard was a crazy
driver and Frank could hardly concentrate on the fact that fuck his hand was on
his thigh, rubbing lazy circles into it and messing with the holes in Frank’s
jeans. Mikey and Ray were in the back, talking about Led Zeppelin, which wasn’t
surprising. They had started arguing over the albums, Ray insisting that IV was
the shit and Mikey vehemently arguing for Physical Graffiti. Seriously, how
could those two fuck if they couldn’t even see that all of Led Zeppelin’s
albums were the best, c’mon. Frank was thinking about Robert Plant’s pants when
they pulled into the empty lot surrounding the tower, not noticing Gerard’s
wondering hand.
They made their way slowly up to the tower, the beer clinking in the brown bag
Gerard was holding and cigarettes hanging from their mouths. Frank had all of
the supplies in his backpack—books, candles, incense, their athame, and other
things. Frank knew they wouldn’t do anything major tonight, just research, but
he still wanted to have as much with him as possible. They probably would have
to wait a few weeks to do the actual spell. They needed more supplies and an
open space—Frank knew that much. The small walkway on the water tower wasn’t
enough room.
Ray popped open a can of beer, smiling and handing it to Mikey, who took a
large gulp. Gerard was staring at them intently, and Frank felt a bit jealous.
He sat down beside Gerard and made grabby hands at the beer that was laid out
between them.
“Don’t you want to look up the spell first, Frankie?” Gerard asked as Frank
grabbed a beer.
Frank pouted. He really wanted a beer, but Gerard was looking at him with that
look and Frank knew saying no was out of the question. So he pouted some more
and put the beer down, and when Gerard chuckled he stuck his tongue out.
Gerard snorted and took a sip of beer, tugging a bit on Frank’s hair with his
free hand and watching as Frank flipped the pages of his large spell book. “We
need an initiation spell,” Frank muttered, and Mikey began to speak, “a proper
one, Mikey. That shit we did in the eight grade isn’t going to cut it this
time.”
“What did you do in the eighth grade?” Gerard ask, and Ray started giggling.
Mikey was blushing, and Frank rolled his eyes.
“Some stupid spell we made up, that was more about being friends and shit. Then
we pricked our fingers and mashed them all together,” he said, “It was probably
the stupidest thing we’ve ever done.”
Gerard looked at Frank, and Frank kind of wanted to shrink down, because wow,
that story shouldn’t be making his cheeks heat up red, and Gerard shouldn’t be
leaning towards him, biting his lip, and Frank’s eyes closed a bit and holy
shit they were about to—
Mikey cleared his throat loudly, and Frank wanted to shoot him. Gerard kind of
chuckled, not quite the goofy dweeb laugh Frank knew came out of Gerard’s mouth
when he was really tickled. Frank shot a glare to Mikey, who just raised one
eyebrow. Ray was looking pointedly away from the scene. “So,” Mikey said,
“We’ll need to find a spell, get the ingredients, and find a place suitable for
it.”
“We can always go out to that land Grandma left for us, Mikes,” Gerard said. “I
think it’s why she left it for us, anyway. So we could practice there.” Frank’s
eyes lit up. They owned land? Frank was pretty damn excited. They could be able
to do whatever… whatever they wanted without repercussions there.
“Let’s do it, then,” he said.
~~
They all slept in Gerard’s basement that night, snuggled together under a large
fleece blanket on the floor, with pillows under them and the heat turned up
high. Frank had his back pressed into Gerard’s chest and his head resting right
in the nook of Gerard’s shoulder and neck, and Mikey was looking at him and
smirking. The younger Way snorted when Gerard wrapped an arm around Frank’s
chest, then turned around to face Ray and give him a quick kiss before falling
asleep. Frank rolled his eyes, but snuggled closer into Gerard and hummed a bit
when he felt the older boy’s hips hitch a little.
Oh, how Frank wanted. He would’ve given almost anything to turn around in
Gerard’s arms and kiss him— but he knew it wasn’t a good idea. He was almost
happy enough having the three other boys spooning against him and keeping him
warm. But still… he wanted. He pressed his ass back against Gerard’s hips a
tad, reveling in the heat he felt there. Gerard huffed in his sleep and wrapped
his arm tighter around Frank, and then Mikey turned around, glaring at him and
whispering “Would you please go to sleep and stop trying to make my brother
jizz on your ass?”
Frank’s cheeks heated up, and Mikey turned back around—after grabbing Frank’s
hand and squeezing a bit, and Frank knew that all was forgiven.
~~
The next day, Gerard had them all go to their respective houses and pack for a
small trip—three days, max—and tell their parents that they would be staying at
the Ways house. Really, they were driving a few hours away, into the country
and where the Ways owned quite a bit of land. There was a small cottage there,
too.
Frank told his mother (who didn’t listen) and packed some jeans, a few shirts,
some underwear, and a threadbare black shirt to sleep in. There were two
bedrooms in the cabin, with one bed in each. Mikey wanted to stay with Ray. It
was going to be an interesting trip.
When they all loaded into Gerard’s car, Frank put some music on and stole
Gerard’s pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment. He busied himself with
writing down what they needed to get for the spell. Mikey and Ray were making
out in the back, ignoring Gerard’s sighs and screams.
“Mikey I swear to god if you don’t get your tongue back in your own fucking
mouth I will—“
“Gerard,” Frank interrupted, “Just ignore them. They do this all the time.”
Gerard scrunched his face up and focused again on the road ahead, and Frank
went back to writing the list of incense they needed to light. He had brought
all of the incense that he had—hoping he had what they needed. They already had
the candles they needed, and Frank had picked up a few herbs with some money
Gerard had given him. Now all they really needed was an open space and a clear
night.
“Have you ever been up here before?” Frank asked Gerard, and Gerard nodded.
“My grandma used to bring me up here all the time. Made me practice my magic,”
he said, and Frank lit another cigarette. “I got so good at it that I made it
rain, once.” Frank coughed on the smoke he was inhaling.
“What?”
Gerard smiled and looked over at him, “I wonder what you’ll be able to do. I
had it pouring down rain. The clouds just turned black as night and down it
came… I hardly remember it. I was young.” Frank looked down at his cigarette,
thinking of what Gerard said.
“I hope I’m as strong as you,” he muttered, and Gerard snorted.
“I forgot how to do it. I’m not that strong anymore, Frankie.”
Frank thought more about powers, rain, and Gerard’s voice as they were riding,
and eventually he fell into a light slumber as Gerard talked about art school.
~~
When they finally arrived at the Ways cabin, it was getting close to dark.
Frank lit another cigarette as he got out of the car, happy to be able to
stretch his legs and piss. “We’ll have to do the spell tomorrow, guys,” he
said, and Gerard walked over to him and plucked the cigarette out of his mouth.
“That’s probably a good idea,” he muttered, “And stop stealing my fucking cigs,
Frank.”
Frank rolled his eyes, “Stop giving such easy access to a minor.”
Mikey snorted and Ray giggled. Those two really needed to get their minds out
of the gutter. Gerard smiled and put the cigarette in his mouth, inhaling and
blowing out the smoke slowly in Frank’s face. “Whatever, man,” the older boy
said, and handed the cigarette back to Frank. “Just don’t get cancer.”
“Like you’re one to talk,” Mikey whispered. They all exchanged glances and
smiled. “C’mon, let’s get in,” he continued, “I’m tired as fuck.”
The cabin was nice, Frank thought, a bit small, but nevertheless, nicer than
his home. The living area, where an old television and VCR player sat on top of
the floor, separated the two bedrooms, and dozens of movies scattered the area.
There was a large orange couch, outdated and fuzzy, and Frank could almost see
the springs poking out of the fabric. The kitchen was tiny, and Gerard plugged
in the refrigerator and microwave. “We’ll get some food and drinks tomorrow
morning,” he said. “Me and Frank are taking the master bedroom.”
Frank blushed and Mikey huffed out a complaint, but he and Ray retreated to
their room for the night. “C’mon, Frank,” Gerard said, and Frank nodded and
followed him to the larger bedroom. The room was pretty small, and Frank
wondered how this was considered a “master” bedroom. Gerard stripped out of his
shirt and pants and turned the bed back, throwing the sheets up to air them out
a bit. “I’m going to go change and brush my teeth, you can in here if you
want.” Frank nodded and waited for Gerard to leave the room before he unzipped
his overnight bag. He changed into his shirt and took his pants off, hoping
(and knowing) Gerard wouldn’t mind his skin showing a bit. He went into the
kitchen to brush his teeth in the sink, and when he came back Gerard was
already in the sheets, hair wild and a cigarette hanging from his fingers.
Smiling, Frank jumped into the bed and snatched the cigarette from Gerard. “So
what’re we going to do tomorrow?” he asked.
Gerard rolled his eyes and got out a cigarette for himself. “Probably going to
the store to pick up some food, supplies, and beer. We could probably do the
spell if we get everything we need early enough.” Frank looked at the clock.
Two in the morning. No way they were getting up before ten. He smashed his
cigarette out and buried himself under the crisp covers. “Goodnight, Frank,” he
heard Gerard say, and then the light was out and a warm, soft body was pressing
up against his, and arms were around him.
Frank mumbled back a “’Night,” and, pressing his luck, snuggled up closer to
Gerard. The older boy chuckled and Frank felt lips at his cheek. “…Gerard?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you doing?”
Gerard turned Frank over slowly—gently. “I like you, Frankie,” he heard, and
then, “go to sleep now.”
So he did.
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