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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way, Frank/Gerard, frerard_-_Relationship
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Frank, Gerard_Way, Gerard, Mikey_Way, Michael_Pedicone, Pete
      Wentz
  Additional Tags:
      Makeup, Oral_Sex, Explicit_Sexual_Content
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-24 Words: 2952
****** Rocky Horror Frerard Show ******
by ChemicalGhost
Summary
     Gerard needs to find the necklace Frank lent him ASAP before he shows
     up to drive them to a party. Gerard doesn't even like parties but he
     needs to go to this one to prove Michael Pedicone is a dick...
     Anyways... Gerard was searching for said necklace when he knocked
     over his mom's makeup stuff...
Notes
     This is a history based on that interview in which Gerard talked
     about the first time he wore makeup.
See the end of the work for more notes
-I am sorry but I just can't find it! Are you sure you need it today?- Gerard
asked the phone in his hand with a tired voice. He brushed his bitten finger
nails trough his black hair.
-YES, man! I need it today. You know it's not mine. I need to give it back!- A
slightly worried voice answered. Gerard took a deep breath and rolled his
eyes. 
-Can't you say you'll give it back tomorrow?- Gerard cried throwing himself
carelessly on top of his bed. He looked around his basement bedroom. It was the
mother of the messes. He had almost destroyed his bedroom searching for the
damn necklace Frank had lent him.
-No way, fucker.- Frank spat- You better find it. Are you looking for it? Like,
are you searching for it right now? 
-Yes- Gerard lied.- But what if I can't find it until you arrive? We are still
going to the party, right?- Gerard asked sitting up straight. He really wanted
to go to this party. He had spent a lot of time convincing Frank to take him
there.
You see, parties were never their thing. Gerard and Frank didn't do parties.
They didn't like being around a lot of people. Specially the kind of dumb
people you find in their school mate's house parties. But this one party had
something special. It was in a certain boy's house. A certain boy who had
stolen Gerard's number one edition of Doom Patrol. Gerard was pretty sure it
had been him. Fucking Michael Pedicone. Gerard hated that guy. But apparently
he was the only one who saw that the guy was vicious. When he told his friends
about his missing comic everyone was like: "no, man, you probably forgot it
somewhere" or "it's probably somewhere in the fucking mess that is your
bedroom" but that was no fucking way that either one of those things could
happen. You see, Gerard really takes good care of his comics. And he was pretty
sure he saw Michael fucking Pedicone staring at his comic stash in his school
locker. He was one hundred percent sure he had taken it. He could feel it in
his bones.
-I don't think so, Gee. I don't really want to show up empty handed. You know
Ray really likes that necklace...- Frank said through a bunch of crunching
noises. Was he eating?
-But Frank.... I really want to goooooo- Gerard meowed and stood up restarting
to search in the places he knew he had already looked at least 4 times.
-Why, dude?- Frank asked- I thought you didn't like Michael Pedicone...- Frank
barely understandably said. He was definitely eating. Probably cereal. 
-What?- Gerard said pretending to be surprised- Ilove the guy. Seriously. We
are pals, Michael  and I. Mike, I call him - Gerard was a bad liar but that's
okay cause frank was probably way to interested in his noisy cereal to realize
that.
-Okay, I'll pick you up in like one hour.- Frank said and Gerard held his fist
up in victory- But you have to find the thing, Gee. I swear to God I'll never
lend you anything ever.
-Thank you, Frankie.- Gerard said opening his art supplies drawer for the
fiftieth time.
-Are you really looking?- Frank asked  sounding a little suspicious.
-Yes, Frank! I could swear it was on top of my desk... Fucking maid fixed my
room without my consent do you think I could charge her for rape?- Gerard said
mindlessly shutting the drawer and opening another one.
-The maid... You are a fucking moron Gerard. If you were a maid where would you
put a necklace, idiot?- Frank mumbled. 
-MY MOM'S STUFF!- Gerard said slapping his own forehead.
-Yeah! Go ask her about it!
-She's not home. My parents are at my grandma's today.
-Oh, is Mickey with'em or is he coming to the party with us?
-Nah, he's here but you know how my baby bro is. He doesn't like parties...
-Well I thought we didn't like parties too...- Frank mumbled again. Gerard
tried to protest but Frank interrupted him- JUST... go find the necklace and
get ready.- He spat and left Gerard listening to the sound of an empty phone
line.
Gerard didn't like going trough his mom's stuff. He didn't like when people
went through his stuff so he shouldn't do that to others, right? But he really
needed that necklace to go to Michael Pedicone's party and he really really
needed to find his stolen Doom Patrol comic. He stood up and stared at his
reflection in the mirror. Maybe he should get ready first. His old black Rocky
Horror t-shirt and his stupid pajama pants wouldn't be an appropriate look to
use in a party. He took a deep breath and started to dig through a pile of
less-dirty clothes on the floor and found a black pair of jeans. He tried
finding a clean t-shirt but gave up and decided that his Rocky Horror one
wasn't dirty enough to stop him from wearing it in public. He gave up on
finding his black chuck's and just put on the stupid pink and white vans they
had wrongly send him when he ordered black ones from the website. Gerard wore
them anyway all the time. At first it was ironically but he had to admit he
kind of liked his Pink vans. His black hair was kind of too long and kind of
too greasy but whatever he didn't have time for this. Only 50 minutes until
frank picked him up and still no necklace in his possession. 
This was all Michael Pedicone's fault. If the guy hadn't stolen Gerard's comic
he wouldn't have to go to the fucking house party and Frank wouldn't have to
see Ray and give him back the necklace he had borrowed a week ago. People
like Michael Pedicone should just fucking vanish. And die.
Okay, probably not die. That's too much. But definitely vanish.
Gerard took one more look at his reflection and shrugged. He looked nice
enough. He hoped up the stairs two steps at a time. He was almost at the top
when he missed a step and fell, knocking his knee on the closed door. 
-Auch!- he whined- Fucking Michael Pedicone. - He mumbled opening the door and
rubbing his sore knee. He went into the kitchen and found his brother looking
at his phone like he just had seen the most awful thing in the entire world in
the screen of his flip-phone.
-You okay?- Gerard asked opening the fridge.
-Yep...- Mikey said and started typing furiously.
-Can you help me find something in mom's room?- Gerard asked taking a sip
directly from the juice box.
-First of all: ew- Mikey said pointing to the box on Gerard's hands.- Remind me
never to drink this house's juice again.- Gerard mumbled "whatever" under his
breath and shoved the box inside of the fridge again.- Second of all: Can't
help you. Pete is here to help me with my homework.
-Oh, where is he?- Gerard said closing the Fridge door and standing beside it.
-in the bathroom...- Mikey said without taking his glass covered eyes from the
screen of his phone.
-''kay, I'll just get it over with...- Gerard said and started to climb the
stairs that lead to the second floor. He was about to enter his parent's room
when he heard his brother's voice from down stairs.
-EW! You too? What's wrong with you guys? Like, USE A FUCKING GLASS!
Gerard laughed while opening the door slowly. He turned the light on, stared at
the immaculate room before him and stepped in.
He started to feel guilty just for standing there. It felt almost like if he
was sinning. Which is funny since he stopped caring about what was "sinful"
like 5 years ago when he was 12. 
He opened the closet door and almost laughed because the contrast of how clean
the room and how trashed the closet was, was just ridiculous. There was clothes
and shoes scattered all around the floor. Gerard tip-toed around the stuff and
stopped in front of his mom's jewelry box by the big mirror.
There it was. So fucking easy. On top of his mom's fancy stuff set his friend's
stupid necklace. Why would the maid put it there? She couldn't have actually
thought that a fucking pick necklace belonged to his mom. He took the necklace
with the tip of his fingers and put it on himself. He turned away to leave and
took just one step before he stepped on a high hill of his mother's stranded
shoe and feel against a wall with a loud thumping noise. 
-MichAEL PEDICONE!- he yelled to the walls. He was about to storm out when he
realized he had knocked over a lot of his mom's make up stuff.
-Fuck- he mumbled and dropped to his knees picking up the stuff.Most of the
make up things were intact except for one lip stick that had opened with the
fall. He lifted it carefully. It was not broken. He looked at it closer. It was
a bright red lipstick and he didn't think he had ever seen his mom wearing it.
Gerard was about to put it away when the reflected image of his t-shirt on the
mirror caught his eye. 
Rocky Horror Picture show.
Gerard weted his lower lip with his tongue and looked at the lipstick on his
hand. He rolled it up and stared at his reflection holding it. He looked to
both his sides almost like he expected someone to burst through a wall and go:
HÁ!
He was already on his knees so he just leaned a bit forward and slowly touched
his lower lip with the tip of the lipstick. 
He heard Pete's loud laugh from down stairs and immediately stood up and closed
the closet's door. He set down in front of the mirror again and carefully
painted his lips with the stick almost like his mouth was his latest art
project. He rubbed his lips together and checked his image on the mirror. At
first he thought it looked very rocky horror and laughed. But then he realized
it looked very rocky horror and he was really into that. 
He put the lid on the tub and put it on it's place. He sat down there looking
at himself. He looked pretty hot. 
He doesn't know how much time he spent there. He was about to clean his face
and go down stairs when he hard a voice from his parents room. 
-Hey, Gee. Are you in here? I came early to help you find Ray's necklace.-
Frank said from outside the door. Gerard felt his stomach droop and froze.
-Mikey, he's not here!- Frank screamed to Gerard's brother.
-Yes he is!- Mikey yelled back and Gerard's heart started to rush when he heard
Frank's foot steps towards his hiding place. Frank touched the door knob and
the noise magically unfroze Gerard who did the most obvious thing he could
think of and tried to get rid of the red on his lips with the back of his hand
while Frank opened the door.
Busted.
Gerard froze again, looking at Frank with wide eyes. Frank stared back and both
stayed quiet.
-I-It's not what it looks like- Gerard tried and mentally slapped himself for
being so cliché. 
-...Okay.- Frank said slowly still standing by the door.
-I was just...- Gerard stopped.There was no way to explain that. He turned away
and faced the mirror. He didn't succeed at getting rid of the lipstick. The
only thing he had accomplished was to stain his left cheek and his hand.
After a few awkward seconds of silence frank spoke.
-C-can I see?- He said and Gerard turned to face him with a surprised look. 
-Very...- Frank pointed at Gerard's t-shirt- rocky horror...- Frank said
stepping inside the closet and sitting down in front of Gerard.
-Right? That's what I thought!- Gerard said and Frank smiled without taking his
eyes from Gerard's mouth.
Only now Gerard was noticing Frank's clothing. The smaller boy was wearing a
pair of blue jeans ripped on the knees and a band t-shirt. Gerard didn't
recognized the band. Frank looked good tho. The tips of his black medium hair
were starting to curl up.
Frank leaned a bit forward but stopped. He looked nervous. 
-Hm...- Frank tried but he jut couldn't find the words. He leaned a bit more
forward and stopped again. Gerard was just staring at him, confused.
-C-can I....- Frank tried again.
-OH!- Gerard opened his eyes even wider when he realized what frank wanted.
-I'm sorr- Frank started to say but stopped when he felt Gerard's hand move to
rest on his knee.- Can I?- He asked looking at Gerard's mouth again. Gee nodded
nervously and frank gave him a quick peck on the lips. 
Both boys stared at each other for a minute before frank put his hand on the
back of Gerard's neck and pulled him closer kissing him for real this time.
When they broke the kiss it felt a little weird but when Gerard noticed how
frank's lips were now also lipstick stained he gave up and pulled the other boy
for a deeper kiss. At first Frank was motionless but a second later he was
pulling Gerard's waist to get the boy closer. 
Gerard felt Frank's tongue on his lower lip and opened his mouth letting their
tongues meet. Their kiss grew faster and more urgent until they were both
breathing heavily. Gerard climbed up Frank's lap with his legs wrapped around
his hips and they both set there kissing passionately until they heard Mikey's
voice.
-Did you find it? 
-We should probably close the door- Frank whispered and Gerard nodded standing
up awkwardly. He walked fast to the door and yelled "No, we are still looking!"
before closing it and locking.  As soon as Gerard let go of the key Frank's
hands were on his waist again and he spun around to be met by the other boy's
eager lips. Frank pressed his body against Gerard's and kissed him hard. His
thigh rested between Gerard's legs and he could feel himself getting hard. He
pushed the other boy in direction of the bed, who fell, surprised. Frank
immediately climbed on top of him kissing again. He could feel that Gerard was
hard as well and started to kiss down the other boys neck staining it with
red. 
Gerard moaned and immediately covered his mouth with his own hand. And focused
on trying to be quiet while Frank bit and kissed his neck. He was doing a good
job until Frank's hand was pressed against his crotch. Gerard moaned again
without even trying to be subtle he jerked his hips up and let go of his own
mouth, starting to take Frank's shirt off. Frank helped him and soon enough
they were both shirtless. Gerard spun them around and climbed on top of Frank
rubbing the bulges in their jeans together, desperate for friction. 
Frank moaned for the first time and Gerard started to lick and kiss his chest
while Frank couldn't help leaving scratch marks on his back. Gerard lifted his
head and looked at Frank's flustered face with lipstick smeared on his mouth
and down his chin. He thought that it was the hottest thing ever. Frank took
advantage of this distraction moment and climbed on top of the other boy
again. 
Frank opened Gerard's pants and shoved his hand down them, grabbing the base of
his dick firmly. Gerard moaned huskily and Frank started to jerk him off. It
only took a few strokes before frank was smearing pre-cum all over Gerard's hot
cock, and even less before his hand was covered in Gerard's cum.
Gerard took a deep breath and relaxed for a moment before remembering Frank was
still rock hard in his jeans.  
Gerard opened Frank's Jeans and pulled them down, showing his black boxers. He
took them down as well and looked nervously at Frank before thinking "fuck it"
and holding his cock with his right hand and licking all the way along the
shaft. Frank was surprised and couldn't help Moaning really loudly, only to be
shushed by a smiling Gerard.
Frank got a hand full of Gerard's hair when the boy licked his cock again,
sending shivers all over his body. Gerard took the head in his mouth and sucked
lightly.
-Gee... I'm gonna...- Frank warned before his mouth got perfectly "o" shaped
and he came all over Gerard's chest.   
Gerard rested his head on Frank's shoulder and they just stood there listening
to each other breath for a minute. It was nice to just rest there. Gerard
started to over think about how their relationship would be after this. But
before he could say something stupid Frank broke the silence.
-This is way better than Michael Pedicone's party could ever be...- he
whispered rubbing Gerard's back and looking lazily into his eyes. 
-But... We are still going tho... Right?- Gerard asked sitting up.
-What? Do you really want to go?- Frank asked sounding a little indignant.
-Oh yeah, get your fucking shirt on.- Gerard said and giggled while walking to
the bathroom.- I need my Doom Patrol comic back.- He said trying to wash away
the lipstick on his face. 
Frank shoved his t-shirt at Gerard's chest and joined him in front of the sink.
-I knew you didn't like Michael fucking Pedicone.- Frank said. 
  Gerard laughed and finished cleaning up. Apparently he and Frank would be
just fine.
 
 
End Notes
     I just really dislike Michael Pedicone.
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     The user XxSheJoinedTheBlackParadeXx asked about what happened next
     so... Do you guys think I should write a sequel to this? let me know.
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