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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Gerard_Way
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Rimming, Hand_Jobs, Underage_Sex,
      Panic_Attacks, Boys_In_Love, bible_study?, Come_Swallowing, Come_Eating,
      Multiple_Orgasms, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Series:
      Part 2 of I_Know_A_Thing_About_Contrition
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-25 Words: 4342
****** Oh Baby, Let Me In ******
by flax_wench
Summary
     After an unexpected tryst in a confessional, Frank is desperate to
     see Gerard again, but things don’t exactly go as planned.
Notes
     It helps if you’ve read the first part of this series, BUT, if you
     haven’t, fear not. This stands alone pretty easily.
     As always, this is dedicated to the amazing LilaHurley, who gives me
     life and all the smutty headcannons I could ever desire. Check out
     her work, especially if you’re a Peterick fan.
See the end of the work for more notes
Frank sat in the same pew he had the Sunday before, and while he wasn’t
squirming or sweating like last weekend, he was still going to hell.
His mother was so pleased, so very proud that her son had woken up on time,
showered, and gotten ready for church. He was a handsome young man, his hair
short and neat, his button up shirt ironed and smooth, and for once he was in a
pair of slacks that fit him properly. She beamed with pride as she looked at
him.
“I’m so glad that you’re excited for church this morning, Frank,” she leaned
over and whispered to him. “I know you’ve been struggling with your beliefs
lately, and that’s okay; it’s natural to have doubts. Just know that whatever
path you choose, as long as you’re a good and honest man, that’s all that
matters.”
Frank nodded, chewing on her words. He smiled back at her, like a good boy, not
daring to open his mouth for fear that all of his secrets would come tumbling
out. He’d like to think he was a good and honest man, and deep down he knew he
was. Sometimes his dick just had other ideas.
He tried not to make it too obvious that he was scanning the room, his eyes
looking for a mop of long black hair. He was practically thrumming with
excitement, wondering what trouble he and Gerard could get into today. Their
moment in the confessional was all he could think about over the past week, and
he was sure he’d ruined several shirts and towels by simply trying to calm
himself down. He was always horny, he was a teenage boy, but it was like Gerard
had awoken something inside of him.
Mass served as a poor distraction, and it was the longest hour of his young
life. Where was he? Where was Gerard?
He felt anger flare inside of him, along with a stinging of shame. Honestly, he
had no idea what he’d been thinking, hooking up with a stranger like that; of
course he wasn’t going to show up today. Fuck, Gerard probably wasn’t even his
actual name. Who’s name is Gerard anyway?
Frank huffed and crossed his arms, sour as a lemon for the rest of mass. He
went through the motions: standing, sitting, shaking hands, standing, sitting,
standing some more. And it all just made him angrier, having to pretend to be
happy, to pretend to like these people, to pretend that he wasn’t feeling hurt
and rejected. The worst part of it all was that he couldn’t tell his mom about
it; it would break her heart to know what he had done.
He dragged his feet as mass ended, taking his time and making sure he hadn’t
missed Gerard. But their parish was a small one, and Frank was positive that
Gerard wasn’t there.
“Is something wrong, honey?” His mother gently touched his arm as they walked
to the car.
“Nah,” he shrugged her off. “Just tired.”
“Well, what do you say we get some lunch?” She beamed at him, clearly trying to
cheer him up. “We can go to that diner with the veggie burgers you like. My
treat.”
He felt a smile pull at his lips. “Sure, mom. That sounds good.”
*
Frank slowly started to come out of his misery over the next couple of days. He
decided to try and learn from the situation with Gerard, to put it out of his
mind and chalk it up to just a random hookup, some guy who he had fun with but
nothing more. And that was okay, really, it was. People did it all the time,
right?
So why did it hurt so badly?
Tuesday evening came quickly, and Frank resolved himself to baking casseroles
and cookies for his mom’s bible study group that met at their house every other
week. He was subdued, and while he usually fought his mom on it (why did he
have to cook?), he just didn’t have the strength this week. He scrunched up his
nose as he took out the casserole from the oven, wondering how the fuck anyone
could eat this stuff, when he heard laughter coming from the living room.
His mom waltzed into the kitchen, helping him with plates and silverware. “I
wish you’d tell me what’s wrong,” she said softly. She stole a look at him,
cocking an eyebrow. “You know I’m here for you, right?”
He nodded with a weak smile. “I know, mom. Thanks.” He balanced the casserole
dish in his hand, sticking a giant serving spoon in the middle. “Are the ladies
okay with chicken and broccoli?”
Linda steered him through the kitchen towards the living room. “Now you know
they love your casseroles,” she teased. “We do have a couple of newbies tonight
though, a lovely woman named Donna and her son-“
Frank nearly dropped the whole fucking dish when he saw Gerard in his living
room, arm thrown back over his chair, a knowing smirk on his face. And holy
shit, he looked so good, his Iron Maiden shirt pulled taught across his chest
underneath an old leather jacket. Faded jeans sat low on his hips as he spread
his legs slightly, and inviting glance sparking his eyes. Frank had to look
away, couldn’t let a room full of middle aged women know he wanted to undress
(had undressed) the boy across the room. Gerard noticed his discomfort and felt
a strange sort of pride.
“Frankie, this is Donna,” his mother motioned to the woman next to Gerard,
long, white blonde hair piled on top of her head, “and her son, Gerard.”
Frank gave an awkward wave as Donna smiled warmly, and her son gave him a
wolfish grin. He felt his heart skip a beat, thrilled that Gerard was here, but
also wondering what the fuck he was doing at his mom’s bible study. “Uh, hi,”
he said awkwardly, backing away slowly into the kitchen. As soon as he was out
of sight he ripped off his stupid apron and began to hyperventilate.
“Frankie?” His mom poked her head in the kitchen. “Why don’t you and Gerard
spend some time together? He seems like a sweet boy.” Frank nodded silently,
trying to compose himself. “I know you could use a new friend. Why don’t you
two get to know each other a little?”
Oh, Frank knew Gerard. He knew what he looked like on his knees, knew what his
mouth felt like, knew how his fingers felt in his ass, knew how he tasted. Yes,
Frank knew Gerard very well.
“Okay,” he swallowed heavily.
“Hello, Mrs. Iero,” Gerard appeared beside his mother, and Frank felt his
cheeks flame. “Thank you for having us over.”
“Oh, Gerard, it’s my pleasure,” she smiled genuinely, patting him on the arm.
“And please, call me Linda. Why don’t you boys go hang out. Frank’s got quite
the collection of horror movies. Don’t you, Frankie?”
“Uh, yeah. I’ve got some I can show you.” What was his mom doing?
He and Gerard made their way through the living room and up the stairs in
silence; he felt hot all over, the anticipation driving him crazy. He felt like
a foreigner in his own skin, like he was living someone else’s life. He never
thought he’d see Gerard again, let alone be leading him up to his bedroom while
his mom was holding bible study.
“No need to be worried, Frankie,” Gerard said quietly as they rounded the
corner into his room, “it’s just me.”
Frank slammed the door behind Gerard, finding his voice again. “Where were you
on Sunday?” No use in beating around the bush; Frank was still hurting from the
rejection, and if Gerard thought he was just going to give it up again, he was
sorely mistaken.
Maybe.
He saw Gerard frown at his question, his eyes looking away. “Yeah... about
that.” He sat on Frank’s bed, making himself at home and looking up in his
eyes. “It’s a lame excuse, I know, but I got sick.”
“Yeah, that’s kinda lame, Gerard.” Frank folded his arms over his chest.
He frowned. “Look, I wanted to go, I wanted to see you. How was I supposed to
contact you?” Frank thought about that, realizing he had a point. “Do you think
I honestly wanted to come to a bible study? Frank, I fucking invited myself
when my mom said it was at your house.”
An embarrassing giggle slipped out of Frank. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” Gerard soothed, grabbing onto Frank’s hips and dragging him to
his lap. “Listen... I know we don’t really know each other, but I’d like to
change that.” He maneuvered Frank to straddle his hips, squeezing his sides
gently, bringing them face to face. “If, uh... if that’s cool with you, I
mean.”
Frank couldn’t help but smile, and he cupped Gerard’s blushing cheeks, pulling
him in for a quick kiss.
“That’s more than cool with me.” He nuzzled against Gerard’s neck, hoping he
wasn’t being creepy when he inhaled his scent. “You wanna put on a movie?”
“I’d really like that,” Gerard smiled, running his hands up and down Frank’s
back. “You choose, I trust you’ve got good taste.”
“How would you know?” Frank reluctantly left Gerard’s lap, heading for his
shelves that were bursting with his DVD collection. Bending down, he selected
Evil Dead.
“Well, you’re into me. And anyone who’s into me has good taste.” Frank looked
over his shoulder to see Gerard smirking at him. Frank threw the case at him,
smacking him in the head.
“Put on the DVD, jerk.”
*
Roughly ten minutes into the movie, a movie they’d both seen countless times,
Frank found himself on his back with Gerard above him. Their lips were slotted
together, tongues sliding with ease, as Gerard was grinding his hips down
against Frank’s. Their erections slid together through their clothes, the
friction absolutely delicious, but still not enough. Frank began to unbuckle
Gerard’s belt as the older boy sucked a hickey onto his neck. His heart was
hammering in his chest.
“Wait, wait,” Gerard was panting, looking down at Frank with his eyes glazed
over. “I thought we were getting to know each other.”
“We are,” Frank continued with the belt, “I’m getting to know your dick.” Frank
reached down the front of Gerard’s pants, pleased to see he’d forgone underwear
again. He cupped Gerard’s dick, giving a light squeeze.
Gerard hissed. “Been thinking about you all week,” he confessed, hips thrusting
to meet Frank’s hand. “That pretty mouth of yours had me up every night.”
Frank couldn’t help but feel proud at that, knowing Gerard had thought about
him just as much as he had thought about Gerard. He squeezed his dick, watching
the way Gerard’s mouth fell open in pleasure. Right then he decided he wanted
everything tonight, he wanted all of Gerard; who gives a fuck if they don’t
really know each other? They could deal with that later, right now he just
needed.
“Fuck me tonight,” he whispered, palming his own cock with his free hand.
“Wanna feel you in me, want you to fuck me.”
A low groan escaped Gerard, thrusting into Frank's hand, pre-cum helping with
the slide. He loved it when Frank begged, loved how he had no reservations
about it. Frank knew exactly what he wanted, and Gerard was going to give it to
him.
“On your stomach,” he demanded, pulling back and forcefully yanking down
Frank’s jeans. “Wanna return the favor from last Sunday.”
Once Frank was on his stomach, Gerard grabbed onto his ass, spreading and
kneading and slapping, eliciting a rather vocal gasp from Frank’s lips. Gerard
grabbed onto the younger boy’s thighs and pushed him up, ass in the air, spread
out for him like a fucking feast. Frank’s cock was hard and heavy, balls
beginning to draw tightly against his body.
“Not gonna last long,” he breathed, his face smooshed into his pillow.
“That’s okay,” Gerard cooed as he spread Frank’s ass. “I’ll make you come more
than once.”
Just as Frank was wondering if that was even possible, he felt the slow, sweet
drag of Gerard’s tongue up his balls, perineum, and finally his hole. He
shivered with delight, moaning wantonly, grasping his sheets so tightly he was
sure they would rip. God, how was he this close already?
Gerard took no mercy on him, spreading him wide, entering him with his tongue
and stroking his cock. Frank had to bite his pillow to keep from shouting,
knowing the House was full of middle aged women who wouldn’t take too kindly to
hearing Gerard eat Frank’s ass. But god, that tongue, he worked it up and down
Frank’s hole, probing and thrusting inside of him, pulling back only to suck
forcefully, sending a jolt up Frank’s spine.
“Gerard, please,” he moaned, his thighs shaking as Gerard simultaneously licked
around the furled ring of muscle and tugged his cock. “Please, please, make me
come!”
Gerard smirked at that, again reveling in the way Frank begged. “Anything for
you, sugar.” He breached Frank with his tongue again, pushing and curling
inside him as his hand gave one last long, firm tug on his slick cock, and that
was it.
Frank trembled violently, unable to silence himself while his orgasm plowed
through his body. Gerard didn’t let up either, replacing his tongue with two
slick fingers as he continued to jerk him off while he spilled in his hand and
onto the sheets beneath him. All he could think of was FrankieFrankieFrankie,
this beautiful boy in front of him, shaking with aftershocks and moaning his
name. Gerard let go of his cock, cleaning off his hand with his mouth.
“You’re so amazing,” he whispered while he continued to finger Frank, knowing
he was sensitive but not having the heart to care. “‘M gonna take care of you,
sugar, gonna make you feel so good.” God, Frank just did things to him, made
him hot all over, made him feel something deep in his chest that scared the
crap out of him.
“Gerard, please... please fuck me,” Frank arched his back in pleasure as he
felt Gerard’s fingers opening him up, thrusting and curling, driving him crazy.
“Please... please, I can’t...”
“Can’t what, baby?” Gerard slipped his fingers out, standing up briefly to
remove his clothes. He watched as Frank rolled over on his back, removing his
shirt as well. And god, he was gorgeous like this, laid out and pliant. Gerard
was practically salivating.
“I can’t wait,” he whimpered, spreading his legs, “need you to fuck me.”
Letting out a shaky breath, Gerard nodded. “Where’s your lube, sugar?” Frank
weakly pointed to the nightstand. “I’m gonna prep you some more,” he said,
rummaging around in the drawer. “If this is your first time, we’ve gotta be
sure you’re ready.” He uncapped the bottle and spread a generous amount of lube
on his fingers. “I’m gonna start with two, okay?” Frank nodded silently as
Gerard settled between his spread legs.
There was little resistance this time, Frank having already been loosened up
with Gerard’s tongue and spit. He groaned in appreciation as Gerard filled him
again, loving how good it felt. He wrapped his arms around Gerard’s neck and
pulled him down for a kiss as Gerard spread his fingers slightly, hoping to
loosen him up.
“More,” Frank moaned, throwing his head back and pushing down on Gerard’s
fingers. “Come on, I can take it.”
A third slick finger slipped inside of Frank, and his breath hitched. Gerard
went slowly, which pissed him the fuck off; he wasn’t going to break, and he
wanted to be properly fucked. He squirmed and tried to push his body down onto
Gerard’s hand.
“Patience, I promise it’ll happen,” Gerard chuckled, kissing the inside of
Frank’s thighs. “I think you’re ready, and I know you think so too.” He removed
his fingers and reached back into the nightstand, pulling out a condom and
rolling it onto his cock.
Frank fisted his own dick while he watched Gerard. He’d gotten hard all over
again while he was being fingered, and although he wasn’t sure he could come
again, he was certain he wanted Gerard to fuck him. His heart began to pound in
his chest when Gerard lined himself up at his entrance, pushing inside slowly.
The breath was practically punched out of Frank’s lungs as Gerard slid in
slowly, never stopping to give him time to adjust. He knew it was for the best,
knew that if they stopped it was just prolonging the inevitable, but he’d never
felt so full. The intrusion was a shock, and while it didn’t necessarily hurt,
it was certainly foreign. He sucked in as much air as he could when he felt
Gerard’s hips bump into his own.
“Holy Christ,” Gerard mumbled, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. “You’re
so tight, Frankie.”
“I cant breathe,” Frank began to panic, his heart beating so fast he could
swear it was going to burst through his chest. “Gerard, I can’t breathe you’ve
gotta pull out, you’ve gotta-“
“Shh, shhh, it’s okay baby,” Gerard took his hand, pressing it to his chest so
Frank could feel the steady rhythm of his heart. “Take a deep breath with me,
okay?” Frank nodded as they both took slow, deep breaths together, the beating
of their hearts eventually falling in time. “That’s it, sugar. Just relax.” He
brought Frank’s fingers to his lips, kissing each of them lightly. “You’re
doing so good.”
Frank sighed with a smile, his brief moment of panic having subsided. “Thank
you,” he blushed. “Can we, um... can we try again?”
“Only if you’re ready,” Gerard soothed, running a hand through Frank’s hair.
“You sure you’re good to go?” Frank nodded. “Okay. You tell me if you need to
stop, alright?”
Frank lifted his knees slightly, shifting for Gerard to move freely. He gently
pulled out, just the slightest bit, and pushed back in gently. It was still
strange to Frank, but with a few more shallow thrusts he found that it was
becoming more pleasurable. He whimpered when Gerard put more force behind his
thrusts, his body giving way.
“You okay baby?” Gerard was panting, his warm breath against Frank’s lips. He
kissed him softly, their tongues sliding together.
“Yes,” Frank said when they broke the kiss, “yes, I’m amazing. Don’t stop,
please, Gerard. God, it feels so good.”
Gerard picked up the pace then, pinning Frank’s knee to his chest to help
spread him open and get deeper. Frank let out a surprised yelp as Gerard hit
his prostate, causing Gerard to clamp his hand over his mouth, shushing him
with a smile.
“As much as I love the noises you make,” he thrust in again, hard and sharp,
“we can’t be too loud, alright?” Frank nodded, his whimper muffled behind
Gerard’s hand. “Such a good boy, you’re so good, sugar.”
Frank licked at Gerard’s palm, coaxing his fingers into his mouth. Gerard’s
eyes went wide as Frank sucked two digits into his warm, wet mouth. He was so
fucked out that he didn’t even realize what he was doing, moaning and sucking
around the fingers in his mouth as Gerard assaulted his prostate. Frank felt
another orgasm building inside him, warm and tingling.
“Gee,” he panted, popping the wet fingers from his mouth, “Gee I’m gonna come.
I’m gonna come again, how the fuck-“
“Come on, sugar,” Gerard was pounding into him, the angle absolutely perfect
and the drag of his cock so fucking sweet. He wrapped a hand around Frank and
stroked, making him shout. “Come for me. One more time baby, I know you can.”
Eyes rolling back in his head, his mouth open in a silent gasp, Frank came
again, long and loud and hard. He threw caution to the wind when he found his
voice again, moaning like his life depended on it, only to have Gerard shove
his come-covered fingers into his mouth. He sucked them dry as Gerard continued
to pound him, not letting up until his own orgasm shook through him.
Gerard collapsed on top of Frank with an oof, their sweat slick bodies sticking
together. They laid there for a while, regaining composure and listening to the
screams emitting from the movie, which was nearly over now. Frank winced as
Gerard pulled out, the emptiness feeling strange.
“Do you think they heard us?”
Frank snorted. “What, and let us continue to fuck? Nah, they would’ve burst
through the door by now.” He yawned, running a hand through Gerard’s hair.
Looking at the clock, he noticed that bible study would be over soon. “My mom’s
thing will be done in a few minutes,” he sighed.
“Yeah... I figured as much,” Gerard got up and began to dress after he took off
the condom, tied it off and threw it away. “Does your mom do this thing often?”
Frank shrugged, sitting up and looking for his clothes. “Like twice a month?”
He grabbed an old shirt and cleaned himself off. Gerard looked on as Frank
dressed, thinking what a pity it was.
“Think you’d be down to hang out again?” Gerard looked a little shy, which was
ridiculous at this point. Frank could only laugh.
“Absolutely. There’s this movie I’ve been wanting to see...” Was he asking
Gerard out on a date? “If you’re free this weekend, maybe we could go
together?”
Gerard’s lopsided smile returned. “Are you asking me out, Frankie?” He stepped
up to the younger boy, their chests bumping. Frank bit his lip, as it was his
turn to be shy. “I’d love to go to the movie with you, Frank.” Gerard hooked
his finger beneath Frank’s chin, and tilted his head up for a kiss.
“GERARD!!!”
“Fuck, why do they always interrupt us?” Gerard walked out the door, Frank
following him closely. “Coming, ma!”
Frank had to stifle a laugh, because... well, ya know... coming. Look, he was
still a teenager, okay?
Most of the ladies were still in the living room, although some had left. Donna
had her coat on and was grabbing her purse when Frank and Gerard jogged down
the stairs. She looked exasperated when her eyes landed on her son.
“Let’s go, you’ve got homework to do,” she said sternly. “Don’t give me that
look, I told you to do it before we left the house.”
“Ma, I got it,” he groaned, “I told you I’d do it, I promised.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she smiled fondly at her son walked to her side. “Your
hair’s all messed up, what did I tell you about combing it?” She ran her
fingers through it, and Frank noticed Gerard had gone a marvelous shade of red.
“Swear to god you’d never shower if I didn’t force you. Was he well behaved,
Frankie?” Donna beamed his way, and he nearly choked.
“Yes ma’am,” he spluttered, thrown even more off balance when he noticed his
mom was at his side. “We just... we were just watching a movie.” He gave a
noncommittal wave of his hand, hoping it would placate her.
“It’s so nice the two of you got to know each other,” his mother smiled,
pulling him in at the hip. Did she know something?
“Well, uh, I’m pretty tired ma. Plus I’ve got that homework.” Gerard scratched
at the back of his neck. “Thanks for letting me hang out, Frankie.” He looked
up into Frank’s eyes. “It was fun.”
“Yeah,” Frank swallowed, his throat dry. Gerard gave him a knowing smile as he
turned for the door. “Wait!”
Gerard turned back around as his mother stopped, looking at them curiously.
“The movie this weekend... I’m gonna need your number.”
“Oh! Oh yeah, okay,” Gerard beamed as Frank handed him his phone, putting in
his number. “Text me.” And with a wink, he was out the door and gone.
*
Later that night, Frank was laid out on the couch (thanks to Gerard he couldn’t
sit very comfortably) watching television. His mom sat at his feet, eyeing him
suspiciously.
“So you’re seeing Gerard this weekend?” He nodded, eyes never leaving the TV.
“He seems like a sweet boy. Donna’s very nice too.” He nodded again, and his
mother gave up. “Be sure to get some sleep, okay sweetie?”
“Will do,” he smiled up at her as she made her way to the stairs.
“Oh,” she paused, turning back to Frank, “you might want to put a little
something on that.” She motioned to her neck, giving him a wink. All he could
do was stare as she disappeared up the stairs, and he bolted for the bathroom.
Sure enough, there it was: a giant, purple hickey, right on the side of his
neck. There was no way he could cover that thing, and oh my god his mom had
seen it. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, took a picture, and sent it to
Gerard.
Mom noticed.
There was a brief moment where Frank thought maybe he had the wrong number, but
then his phone chimed at him.
you in trouble
Frank snorted.
Nah. But she knows it was you.
He headed up the stairs to his room, looking at the mess that was his bed. He
begrudgingly changed the sheets, tossing his phone on his nightstand as he
snuggle up into bed. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, but his phone chimed
again.
good. want everyone to know you’re mine
Frank blushed furiously, a stupid smile spread across his cheeks. He wasn’t
really sure what to say to say to that.
Proud of it, too. Goodnight, Gee.
better be ;) night, sugar
Frank slept like the dead, and woke up to a heart emoji-filled good morning
text. A smile was plastered to his face for the rest of the day, even when he
was teased about his giant hickey.
He couldn’t wait for the weekend.
End Notes
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