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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Bandom, My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Gerard_Way, Mikey_Way
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff, Fluff_and_Smut, Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Universe_-_High
      School, because_that's_just_how_I_roll, One_Shot, not!fic_that_turned
      into_a_slightlyreal!fic
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-14 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3155
****** Frank Iero is not a teenage girl (I give my heart to you) ******
by RedSkittleCure
Summary
     He knows he should feel some level of upset at the blackmail Mikey
     just gave him, but for some reason all Frank feels is a sense of
     relief, like all Frank ever needed to tell Gerard how he really feels
     is a strict deadline. If he thinks about it, it kind of makes sense,
     because for three years now Frank has been trying to work up the
     nerve to ask Gee out, and he’s never been able to do it.
     God, the most Frank’s been able to do is write down how he feels on a
     piece of paper he never intended to see the light of day.
     So. Tell Gerard that Frank’s in love with him by Friday? Done.
     Right?
     OR: the one where Frank fills a paper up with 'Frank Iero-Way' inside
     hearts and Gerard finds out.
Notes
     So, whatever, if I keep accidently writing frerard fic, I'm just
     going to post it because someone will want to see it.
     I was in my communications class last week and the topic of changing
     names for marriage came up, and my brain went !!!!!!! 'omg dude you
     know what you've gotta do' and I went home and wrote a not!fic and
     then I turned it into a real fic.
     title is from Avenged Sevenfold's Warmness on the Soul, which I think
     fits nicely with this ship ^_^ (plus it's a shitty pun based on this
     fic)
     The second chapter is just the original not!fic, not a continuation
     of this btw.
     I tried my very best at writing smut, but this is honestly my first
     time doing it, so sorry lmao :P also sorry if you read this and you
     go "this wasn't explicit wtf", im not the best at judging this stuff
     ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
     (also, I'm a girl so if u get offended when/if i make fun of teenage
     girls, i'm basically just making fun of how i was)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Frank doesn’t actually set out to embarrass himself when he accidentally on
purpose spends his whole English class filling up a piece of paper with “Frank
Iero-Way” and “F+G” in little lopsided hearts; it doesn’t even cross his mind
that the paper he’s filled with his biggest secret and absentmindedly shoves
into his backpack when the bell rings will ever make it out of the abyss that
is his locker and back into the light of day. In fact, the only reason Frank
actually even doodles down the first heart is because he’s zoning off,
daydreaming about Gerard and considering the merits of taking his name in
marriage.
Which is why he nearly has a heart attack when he strolls out of Advanced
Algebra and opens up his locker to get his lunch and it comes flying out at
him, as if God himself has gotten absolutely sick of Frank’s shit and this is
what he gets for divine intervention.
“Fuck!” Frank shouts, a little too loudly, but the only important person around
is Mikey, who’s walking down the hall, obviously headed for him, and he flails
around, nearly tripping over his own feet and falling face first onto the
ground, trying to grab the paper before it hits the ground.
His attempts only succeed in sending gusts of wind towards it and it flutters
higher into the air, completely out of his reach. Luckily, or unluckily as it
may be, Mikey takes pity on him and reaches up and grabs it without a struggle.
For an instant, Frank is sure that Mikey won’t actually take the time to scan
the paper Frank nearly killed himself for before he hands it to him, and then
Mikey does take a look, and Frank feels like now would be a nice time to
spontaneously combust. But it’s not like Frank can blame him, he would look
too.
“Frank,” Mikey begins, eyes slowly scanning down the page, as if Frank wrote
some really interesting shit on it. Which, yeah, he kind of did, “Is this what
I think it is?”
“Um,” Frank says, blushing wildly, trying to buy time to think, “depends on
what you think it is, I guess?”
Mikey gives him a look, “What am I supposed to think it is, Frank?”
Frank fidgets nervously, seriously debating whether or not he should just run
away, “I-uh, I don’t actually know?”
Mikey looks like he’s about to throttle him, and really, that’s impressive
because they’ve only been talking for forty five seconds, “Have you told him?”
Mikey asks, because he can read Frank like a book.
“No,” Frank shrugs, curling into himself.
“Are you going to?” Mikey asks, before Frank can say anything else, looking at
Frank with a piercing gaze.
Frank winces, “No, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t feel the same way.”
Mikey rolls his eyes, “If you’ve never told him how you feel, how can you be so
sure?”
Frank opens his mouth to defend himself but Mikey cuts him off, “You know what?
I don’t even want to hear your excuse. I’m keeping this paper, Frank, and so
help me god, if you don’t tell him by the end of this week, I fucking will.” he
exclaims, turning on his heel and walking away before Frank can protest,
muttering under his breath.
He knows he should feel some level of upset at the blackmail Mikey just gave
him, but for some reason all Frank feels is a sense of relief, like all Frank
ever needed to tell Gerard how he really feels is a strict deadline. If he
thinks about it, it kind of makes sense, because for three years now Frank has
been trying to work up the nerve to ask Gee out, and he’s never been able to do
it.
God, the most Frank’s been able to do is write down how he feels on a piece of
paper he never intended to see the light of day.
So. Tell Gerard that Frank’s in love with him by Friday? Done.
Right?
^*^
As it turns out, having blackmail hanging over his head really does nothing to
add to Frank’s motivation to tell Gerard how he feels, so by the time Friday
rolls around and Frank is rolling out of bed, ten minutes late to school, he
still hasn’t done it. Then, because he’s running late he totally forgets that
this is the last day.
And boy, does that come back to bite him in the ass.
When he closes his locker after getting his lunch, Mikey is leaning on the wall
of lockers next to him.
Frank jumps, startled, “Jesus Christ, Mikey, are you trying to kill me?”
Mikey just crosses his arms, “I know I said, ‘by Friday’ and all, but given
that you haven’t done it yet, I’m fairly sure you won’t mind knowing that I
gave it to Gerard last period, and he’s looking for you now.”
Frank’s stomach drops, and he feels like he’s about to fall down. He braces
himself on his locker, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Stop being such a fucking drama queen, Frank, I told him you overslept and
stayed home. Come by after school today, or I’ll let Gerard storm his way into
your house, but if you guys have sex it’ll probably be easier to stay quiet in
the basement,” Mikey says.
“Mikey!” Frank squawks.
Mikey shrugs, “Again, stop being such a drama queen, Frank, aren’t you supposed
to be the rebellious, punk guy? People in relationships often have sex;
however, if you want the all inclusive speech, ask Gerard, because I don’t have
the energy to give it.”
“We won’t have sex because he doesn’t like me like that, Mikey!” Frank says
indignantly, “And I’ve already had the all inclusive speech once, I really
don't think I’ll need it ever again.”
“Frank Iero-Way, when did you actually become a fourteen year old girl.”
“Fuck off!” Frank exclaims, blush burning his cheeks, “I’m not a teenage girl,
I’m a teenage boy. There’s a big difference.”
“Oh, so I can’t call you a girl, but I can refer to you as married?”
“Aren’t you late for Chemistry?” Frank asks, trying to change the subject.
Mikey just smirks at him like he won, before walking off and leaving Frank to
his thoughts.
^*^
Frank makes his way to the Way house as slow as possible after school, half
consumed by nerves and half filled with hope that this won’t end as horrible as
he’s expecting.
Mikey is waiting outside when Frank gets there, and when Frank walks up to the
front door, Mikey smirks at him.
“Fuck off,” Frank glares, “I’m going to blame this whole thing on you,” he
says, pointing at Mikey.
Mikey opens his mouth to reply at the same time a hand grabs hold of Frank’s
shirt and pulls him inside the house.
“Frank,” Gerard says after he releases Frank and shuts the front door.
“Gerard.” Frank says, at a definite loss of words.
Gerard smiles softly at him, and tugs at Frank’s shirt sleeve, “Let’s go
downstairs, yeah?”
Frank nods, remaining silent, and follows Gerard down to the basement.
When they get down and wade through the mess of clothes and miscellaneous items
on the floor, Frank sits on Gerard’s rumpled bed and watches as Gerard heads
over to his cluttered desk and starts rummaging around, obviously looking for
something.
A few papers, books, and even what looks like a Batman figurine get shoved off
the desk before Gerard turns around, holding a piece of paper in his hand; it
takes Frank less than a second to recognize it as his paper and his heart leaps
into his throat.
Gerard clears his throat, “Frankie?” he asks, gently sitting down next to
Frank.
Frank can read the question in his eyes and he can’t bring himself to actually
tell the truth, “Mikey!” he blurts out, “Mikey did it, not me.”
Gerard’s brow furrows, “Mikey? Like, Mikey? Are we talking about the same
person?”
“Yeah, like, he got mad at me because I told Pete that Mikey was the one who
stole Patrick’s sandwich, so he did this to get me back.” Frank says, feeling
absurd.
“Oh,” Gerard says, and there’s a flash of something like sadness in his eyes,
“So, like, you don’t really mean it?”
Frank can’t bring himself to actually answer that question, not in affirmation
nor in denial, so he settles on internally screaming and cursing everyone from
God to Mikey to Gerard and his big, sad eyes that make Frank want to melt.
Gerard’s face falls even more, and his eyes grow impossibly wider and sadder
and look suspiciously shiny.
Frank feels like punching himself in the face.
Gerard shifts nervously, “Okay,” he says, standing up, “Well, like, I’m-um-I’m
just gonna go now, I’m sorry, Frankie.”
“You’re sorry?” Frank asks, looking up at Gerard, confusion evident in his
voice, “Why’re you sorry, and why are you leaving?”
Gerard blushes and hangs his head so that his hair is hiding most of his face,
“Well, be-because, you know, I’ve kinda just ruined our whole friendship.”
Wait, what. “Wait, what?”
Gerard freezes in his walk to the stairs.
Oh fuck it “What do you mean, you’ve ruined our friendship? I was the one who
spent an entire class period confessing my love for you by filling a piece of
paper with our combined last name.”
Gerard makes his way back to the bed, stopping to stand in front of Frank and
stare at his face with searching eyes. Frank stares up at him with a half
lidded gaze and a blush high on his cheeks.
Gerard smiles, small and soft, “Frankie?” he whispers, reaching a hand up to
cradle Frank’s jaw and rub his thumb over Frank’s cheekbone, “Can I kiss you
now?”
Frank’s blush spreads, “Gee, are you really asking me this right now?”
Gerard looks at him with a serious expression, “I am. Consent all the way,
Frankie, you know this,” he says, but the twinkle in his eye gives him away,
and Frank rolls his eyes exasperatedly.
Gerard cups Frank’s jaw with both hands, and Frank’s eyes slide shut in
anticipation as Gerard leans in.
The first touch of Gerard’s lips to Frank’s startles Frank so much that he
freezes for far too long, and Gerard leans back, smirk on his lips, “Frank,
you’re supposed to kiss back.”
Frank blushes again and leans up to capture Gerard’s lips with his, effectively
preventing Gerard from further teasing him, hands rising up to settle on
Gerard’s hips.
Gerard nudges Frank’s legs open and steps closer, arm slipping down to pull
Frank flush against him, mouth opening under Frank’s, allowing for Frank to
slip his tongue inside his mouth.
Frank brings a hand up to twine his fingers in Gerard’s greasy hair, gently
pulling it, tilting Gerard’s head to allow him better access to Gerard’s mouth.
He curls his tongue around Gerard’s and sucks, hard enough that Gerard moans
into his mouth, and Frank doesn’t know if he’s ever felt so turned on in his
life.
They stay like that, Gerard standing in between Frank’s legs, until the oxygen
Frank’s getting by inhaling through his nose isn’t enough anymore and he has to
break off from Gerard and turn his head to the side and draw in ragged breaths.
Gerard noses his way down Frank’s jaw line, and starts leaving open mouthed
kisses on his neck until he stops and starts sucking a below Frank’s ear,
somehow already finding one of Frank’s spots.
Frank moans loud, louder than he expects, and he sucks his bottom lip into his
mouth to muffle more noise. Gerard sucks harder, teeth scraping over the bruise
he’s left, and Frank moans again, bucking up against Gerard.
“Mm, Frankie,” Gerard mutters against his neck, “fuck,” he says, releasing
Frank from his hold long enough to push Frank down onto the bed and then he’s
climbing onto the bed, covering Frank with his body, grinding down and sucking
Frank’s lip ring into his mouth.
Frank writhes underneath him, helplessly turned on, desperately seeking better
friction; Gerard bites Frank’s lip before pulling back and tugging at the hem
of Frank’s shirt, “Off,” he pants into Frank’s ear and Frank nods, wriggling
underneath Gerard until he moves off of Frank enough that Frank has enough room
to slip his shirt off.
“Wait, wait,” Frank gasps, before Gerard can move back in again, and Gerard
stops, fixing him with a concerned look.
“What is it, Frankie?” Gerard asks, taking Frank’s hand in his, gently rubbing
soothing circles with his thumb.
Frank hesitates for a split second, “Don’t get me wrong, Gee, I’m one hundred
percent on board with this, it’s just, like, is this a casual thing for you?
Because I don’t, I don’t really want it to be just a casual thing,” he says,
muttering the last part, staring down at his and Gerard’s hands.
“Hey,” Gerard says, tilting Frank’s head up with his free hand, “Frank, I will
definitely be your boyfriend,” he grins, leaning in close to Frank, looking
like he’s going to say something else, but, well that’s good enough for Frank
as it is, so Frank meets him halfway, taking Gerard by surprise.
Frank grins against his mouth, and reaches down to tug Gerard’s shirt over his
head. He takes time to admire the pale skinned beauty that is Gerard before
rolling them over so that he’s on top of Gerard.
Gerard stares up at him with wide eyes as Frank trials wet kisses down his neck
to his chest and sucks a nipple into his mouth. When he bites down, Frank is
rewarded by a breathy moan and fingertips digging into his shoulder. Smirking,
he rolls his hips and watches Gerard’s face contort as he moans again.
“Jesus Christ,” Frank says raggedly, “Jesus fuck,” he breathes, trying to
remember the English language so he can put together some semblance of dirty
talk, but Gerard rolls his hips against Frank’s and the only thing Frank can
even consider doing is getting their pants off and getting his hand on Gerard’s
dick.
Without thinking, Frank moves back up to shove his tongue into Gerard’s mouth
and brings his hand down to undo Gerard’s fly. Gerard moans into Frank’s mouth
again when Frank’s fingers ghost over his dick; Frank shoves Gerard’s jeans and
boxers down his thighs far enough that his dick springs out, flushed and red
against the pale skin of Gerard’s stomach.
Carried by unthinking lust, Frank licks his palm and moves down enough so he
can wrap a hand around the base and gently lick the tip to get a taste.
“Frank.” Gerard moans above him, and the sound of his name being moaned is
enough to have Frank suck the head into his mouth and swirl his tongue around
it, swallowing down precome. Frank pumps his hand a few times, just to hear
Gerard moan desperately, before taking as much into his mouth as he can without
gagging and sucking.
Gerard’s hands fly to the back of his head, fingers tangling into Frank’s hair
and gently pulling as Frank sets a rhythm with his hand and bobs his head to
match it.
“Frankie, fuck, I’m close, I’m close,” Gerard says, pulling Frank off of him
and wrapping his hand around Frank’s to stroke a few more times before he comes
with a loud cry, shooting over their combined hands and it’s so hot Frank is
frantically sliding his jeans down just enough that he can shove a hand into
his boxers. Before he can take himself in his hand, Gerard is gently batting
his hand away and stroking Frank himself; Frank comes embarrassingly fast,
vision whiting out from the force of his orgasm.
He blinks a few times, already too aware of the disgusting mess he just turned
his underwear into, and he briefly considers just pulling them up, before he
shrugs and pull his jeans off all the way, because apparently he somehow lost
his shoes during the whole thing. When he throws his boxers on top of the stack
of clothes that is Gerard’s hamper, he sees them over by the stairs.
He’s rummaging around in Gerard’s dresser, looking for a clean pair of boxers
when he realizes just what the hell he’s doing. He puts on the pair he’s
currently got in his hand and turns around to see Gerard still lying on the
bed, his jeans kicked off, smiling at him.
Frank shrugs and Gerard nods, fully understanding his nonverbal communication.
Gerard beckons him over, smiling even wider when Frank does without stopping to
pull more clothes on. Frank collapses next to him, rolling over to snuggle into
his warmth.
“I love you, Frankie,” Gerard sighs happily, spooning up against Frank’s back,
wrapping both arms around Frank to hold him.
Frank grins, even though Gerard can’t see him, and turns his head to press a
kiss to Gerard’s arm, “I love you too, Gee.”
^*^
Five years later, with Mikey as the Maid of Honor, Ray as the Best Man, and
Pete as the flower girl (at his incessant pleas), Frank Iero becomes Frank
Iero-Way. (Gerard Way becomes Gerard Iero-Way too, but that’s besides the
point).
***** ??? not!fic *****
Chapter Notes
     I figured at least one person would secretly want to see my first
     drafted not!fic so here you go mystery person!
Frank accidentally on purpose spends one of his classes just filling up a page
of paper with:
[drawing I made in google docs] (A heart with 'Frank Iero-Way' inside it)
and Gerard somehow finds it?? (mikey)
and then Gee’s like “omg frnk is this true??”
and Franks like “NO! Uuuuhhhh mikey did that not me”
and Gerard goes “A whole page? Mikey?? Are we talking about the same person???”
F: “Yeeeeah he uh, uh he’s mad at me because i told pete he was the one who
stole Patrick’s sandwich and he’s pranking me back??”
G: “Oh, so like, you don’t really mean it?” *sad eyes*
F: *internal screaming*
G: *sadder eyes*
F: *internally crying*
G: “ok well im gonna go now because i've just ruined our whole friendship” and
im going to kill mikey and pete and probably patrick too because patrick would
try to kill me if i killed pete
Frank: wait what “wait, what???”
G: *stops*
F: “what do you mean you’ve ruined our friendship? I was the one who spent my
class filling up a piece of paper with my name and our combined last names”
G: :000000
F: :ccccccccccc
G: “can i kiss you now tho?”
F: 0_0
G: :> ;>
F: “wait r u serious????”
G: “really frank” vov
G: *kiss*
F: omg *doesn’t kiss back*
G: *pulls back* “frankie ur supposed to kiss back”
F: oh right *blushes*
And then they make out
And then u get the bonus sex scene ;) *winks*
And then, five years later: Frank does become Mr. Frank Iero-Way
*scroll more*
 
 
 
 
and Gerard becomes Mr. Gerard Iero-Way and they live happily ever after
End Notes
     Ayyy there you go, baby's third bandom fic! pls comment, or review,
     or just stop by to tell me about your day, because I appreciate any
     comment I can get! :) Thanks for reading!
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