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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance, Gerard_Way_-_Fandom, Frank_Iero_-_Fandom, frerard_-
      Fandom, Mikey_Way_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Gerard_(Gerarda)_Way, Frank_Iero
  Additional Tags:
      AU, gender_swap, Bullying, gay_bullying, bullying_tw
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      Published: 2013-11-19 Updated: 2013-11-26 Chapters: 5/? Words: 5451
****** The World Is Ugly ******
by thehotinpsychotic
Summary
     An alternate reality where heterosexuals are the ones that are cast
     out. Gerarda, just another girl, has been hiding the fact that she
     likes her friend, Frank, forever, practically. She's too afraid to
     make her move because of what her peers and Frank might think, and
     even when she does act on them, for her it seems that it can only go
     downhill from there.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
            I guess I’ve always been a bit… different from my friends. Mikey
likes boys and he’s a boy, and my best friend Frank, he’s a boy and he likes
boys, just like all of the kids at our school. But… I’m a girl and I don’t
really like girls. I don’t think they’re gross or anything, I just don’t really
find them attractive. I… I like boys.Especially Frank.
            But I could never say that. I remember when I was a child, and I
was playing with Frank, Ray, and Pete, two other friends. We were going to play
the Lion King, and they were going to do the scene with the two boy lion cubs
who are in love, Simba and Nala. All I suggested was,
            “What if Nala was a girl?”
            Ray sneered at me, and Pete looked like he was about to throw up.
            “What are you, a breeder?” Pete demanded.
            “Yeah, weirdo,” Ray agreed.
            Frank just looked really sad. Maybe even though he isn’t gay, he
just understands.
            “Just kidding,” I lied.
            Looking back on the memory now, I can’t believe that there’s so
much prejudice against straight kids that little seven year olds would call
another a breeder or a queer. Pete’s parents are really anti-straight; they
have a sign on their front yard that reads “Breeders burn in Hell!” I shudder
every time I pass it on my way to school.
            I go through my usual shit at school; these three bigger kids in my
grade named Paul, Steven, and Greg, all accusing me of being straight. I’m not
saying they’re wrong, but it’s still a dick move.
            Today they all corner me in the hallway, shoving me around. “Gonna
go see your boyfriend, queer?”
            I blush, replying, “N-no!”
            Frank shoves his way through the circle of boys, ordering, “Guys,
leave her alone. Stop being dicks.”
            Frank grabs me by the forearm and pulls me away. As we leave, I
grimace as Steven calls,
            “Oh Gerarda, you’re lucky your boyfriend came to save you!”
            Frank sways his tiny hips as he walks, automatically drawing any
eyes, straight or gay, to his butt. I stare shamelessly, noticing, as I always
do, how remarkably small and flat his ass really is.
            Frank asks, “Are you okay?”
            I’m too busy staring into his intense hazel eyes to answer right
away. I manage to bring out a, “Um, yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for helping me out.”
            Frank grins his askew smile, his pink, pink lips upturning in a
specific way only he can. “My mom taught me to always help a damsel in
distress.”
            I smile back, responding, “Your mom sounds very smart.”
            Frank nods, and glances over my shoulder, smiling bigger at
whatever he sees. He pats me on the shoulder, saying, “You take care of
yourself, you hear me, girl?”
            I nod, and he walks past me, that dumb smile still plastered on his
face.
            I’m walking home with Mikey, and I decide to ask him what I’ve
always wanted to.
            “Mikey? Would you….” I look away as I mutter, “Would you still care
about me if I were straight?”
            Mikey chokes on the coffee he’s sipping. He coughs, and then
replies, “Are you trying to tell me something, sis?”
            “I just…..” I drop my voice to a whisper as I confide, “I really
like a guy, okay?”
            “Oh,” Mikey responds blankly.
            “What should I do?” I ask.
            Mikey shrugs, answering, “Well, you’re my big sister, so I’ll still
love you. Do whatever makes you happy.”
            I take Mikey’s words into consideration the next day. I’m still
very worried about what Frank will say- I doubt he’s straight, almost no one
is. Two kids in our entire school came out of the closet, and one of them was
bullied so baldy for it that they had no other choice but to move.
            Frank invites me to hang out with him after school. On the walk
back to his house, we talk about school stuff and light things like that. When
we finally get to his house, we settle in on his bed and watch Pokémon. Frank
and I cuddle all the time, but just as friends. Well, at least that’s what he
thinks.
            Halfway through, I decide to make my move. Really quick, without
even thinking about it, I lean over and peck Frank on the lips before pulling
back, waiting for a reaction.
            Frank’s hazel eyes are widened with surprise, and his cheeks are
flaming. Frank asks, “G-Gerarda? What was that?”
            “I kissed you,” I respond. I place a hand on his knee, squeezing it
as I reveal, “I like you a lot.”
            Frank stands, running his hands through his hair. “But…” he turns
to me, placing his hands on his chest for emphasis as he declares, “I’m not
straight!”
            “I never said you were,” I reply.
            “But… then why’d you kiss me?” Frank questions. He’s crying now,
his tears streaming down his face.
            I stand, claiming, “I’ve liked you for years, Frank. I’m not about
to let some ignorant people get in the way of that.” I turn away, adding, “I
don’t expect you to love me, I don’t think anyone would. I just had to find
out.”
            I begin to cry as well, and Frank pleads,
            “Aw, come on, Gerarda. Don’t cry. I didn’t want you to get upset.”
            “Well,” I weep. I turn to him, sniffling. “Do you like me or not?”
Frank tilts his eyebrows all concerned and sad, so I chuckle brokenly and
mention, “Don’t let the fact that I’m crying sway you.”
            Frank laughs, his voice breaking. He wipes his eyes, whispering, “I
think I do. But…” Frank lets out this pitiful, whimpering noise. “My dads
really hate straight people. They’d kill me.”
            “Do they…” I bite my lip, placing an arm on Frank’s forearm as I
lower my voice to ask, “They already hurt you, don’t they?”
            Frank starts to cry again, so I rub his arm up and down to calm him
a little. He nods, I think because he’s sobbing too hard to speak. Without a
word, he lifts the front of his shirt, displaying his stomach and chest. All
across the pale skin are bruises, all in different shades. One is a dark
purplish black, another yellowy, and a bunch of them are some variant of grey.
            I gasp, grazing my fingers against one of the bruises, lightly.
            “I do like you, Gerarda,” Frank assures. He drops his shirt, once
again covering the bruises from my view. “But I think you can understand why
this won’t work.”
            “Oh,” I answer, dejectedly. I start to weep again, so Frank hugs
me, smoothing my hair with one of his large hands. He kisses me on the cheek
and adds,
            “I really do care about you. Please don’t be upset with me.”
            I nod, wiping my eyes and nose off on my sleeves, even though I
doubt that I can keep this promise. 
***** Chapter Two *****
Chapter Summary
     Some important information is revealed about Frank, and Gerarda must
     confront him about it.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
On the walk to school the next day, Mikey questions, “How’d things go with the
guy you liked? Did you tell him?”
            “Don’t remind me,” I groan.
            “Why, what happened?” Mikey asks.
            “His parents would… if he dated me, they’d beat the shit out of
him,” I explain.
            “Why don’t you just go out secretly?” Mikey suggests.
            “I think he’s scared,” I reply.
            “Wait,” Mikey tells. He stops in the middle of the sidewalk, his
expression stony. “Are you being literal when you say that his parents would
beat the shit out of him?”
            I nod. “Yeah, why?”
            Mikey drops his voice as he whispers, “Is it Frank?”
            “How do you know?”
            “Frank… he told me everything about three months ago. About his
parents, about him being straight, all of it,” Mikey answers.
            “Why didn’t he tell me?” I demand, curling my hands into fists.
            Mikey holds up his hands to show he doesn’t want to get in a fight
over this as he responds, “I dunno. It’s guy stuff. Besides, he specifically
told me not to tell you.” Mikey blushes as he realizes, “Guess I didn’t keep my
promise.”
            “Why didn’t he want me to know?!” I bark. “I’m his best friend!”
            Mikey seems to get a little pissed at me; and I guess I don’t blame
him, since I’m yelling at him over something that Frank. “If it’s so damn
urgent for you to know, he loves you!”
            “What?”
            Mikey’s forehead creases as he frowns. He probably regrets leaking
the information. “You heard me.”
            I find Frank after school, and I pull him into a boys’ restroom.
            “Gerarda! You can’t be in here; you’ll get in trouble!” Frank
hisses. He takes my hand and begins walking towards the door, but I plant my
feet into the floor, sending Frank stumbling backwards.
            “Frank, I just have a question. Actually, three questions, okay?
Question 1: Your parents beat you and you didn’t tell me sooner? Question 2:
You knewyou were straight, and you never told me? And question three, for
fuck’s sake, you told MIKEY!?” I rant.
            Frank stands there, red in the cheeks, scuffing the ground with the
toe of his shoe as he shrugs, murmuring, “I didn’t…. I didn’t want us to stop
hanging out, you know?”
            “You think I’m so shallow that I’d ditch you if I found out the
truth?” I scowl.
            “Gerarda, come on, you know I don’t mean it like that!” Frank
scoffs.
            “One last question,” I grumble. I flip my hair out of my eyes as I
ask, “You loved me, and you couldn’t tell me?”
            Frank’s hanging head snaps up, and his eyebrows slant angrily as he
growls, “You know that? Did Mikey tell you? I’ll murder the little rat!”
            He begins storming out the door, but I manage to catch him by the
belt and pull him back. “Frank….” I sigh as I add, “Just tell me why the fuck I
didn’t deserve to know.”
            Frank stops, and runs a hand through his inky locks, exhaling
heavily. “I…. of course you deserve to know. It’s just….” Frank’s voice cracks
as he proceeds, “When you figure out something about yourself that you can’t
even accept, and you know your family won’t, it’s kind of hard to go straight
to your best friend, who you happen to love with all of your heart, and tell
them everything!”
            Frank begins to sob, his cries echoing in the empty bathroom.
            “You love me with all of your heart?”
            Frank looks up, his green eyes scarlet. He nods, before burying his
face into his hands, weeping again.
            I pull him into a hug, using my sleeve to wipe his eyes and cheeks.
“Shh, it’s okay. Don’t cry, Frankie.” I kiss him on top of the head, and then
rub his back, assuring, “I love you too, and I’d never stop being your friend,
no matter what.”
            Frank’s crying ceases, and he chuckles, “You know, we should get
out of here. You could really get in trouble.”
            I laugh myself, agreeing, “Yeah, let’s go.”
            Frank walks me to my house, and on the way there, we agree to date
in secret, telling no one, just to assure that Frank’s dads never find out.
Well, I suppose they can find out when Frank is out of that goddamned house.
            As soon as I get home, Mikey asks me,
            “Did you talk to Frank?”
            I nod, taking long strides to sit next to him.
            “So? How’d it go?”
            Can Mikey know about our relationship? The kid’s harmless, and he
wouldn’t tell a soul! Then again, he did spill the beans to three of Frank’s
biggest secrets… I shrug, and Mikey apologizes and gives me a quick hug before
returning to his video game.
            The next day at school, I see those boys who bother me harassing
Frank in the hallway. They’re shoving him around and knocking his books out of
his hands, even throwing him against the wall.
            I stomp over, declaring, “Leave him alone!”
            “Oh look, Frank, your girlfriend’s here to help!” Greg mocks.
            “Gerarda, I can handle it,” Frank lies, his eyes as big as saucers
and his hands and knees trembling.
            “No, you can’t,” I respond.
            “Listen to your boyfriend, breeder, and get out of here!”
            I get on my knees, scooping up Frank’s books and handing them to
him. I take his arm, pulling him away from those awful boys.
            If Frank was pink before, he’s crimson now. “I could’ve handled it,
Gerarda.”
            “Obviously not,” I scoff. “And I wouldn’t have been able to handle
it either. Frank, I don’t expect you to take on three boys all by yourself.”
            “I can’t even take on two men,” Frank mumbles.
            I stop, claiming, “Don’t you ever blame yourself for what they do
to you, you hear me?”
            Frank hangs his head guiltily, like it really is his fault that his
parents are abusive assholes. “Sorry.”
            I kiss the back of his hand, patting it as I tell, “No, I’m sorry.
Don’t be upset.”
            “Gerarda! We’re not supposed to be doing coupley stuff!” Frank
reminds, letting our hands drop.
            “Oh, shit!” I swear. I glance around nervously, asking, “Do you
think anyone saw?”
            Frank giggles, “No, but I’d stop looking so guilty if I were you!”
            I chuckle, and notice that I’ll be late for eighth period. “See you
tomorrow.”
            Frank turns off in his own direction, waving over his shoulder. 
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***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Frank isn't at school the next day, and after finding out why, she is
     determined to help her boyfriend.
Chapter Notes
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            The next day at school, Frank isn’t there. I ask Mikey if he knows
where he is, but he shrugs. I even hunt down Ray, his other friend, to ask, but
Ray has no clue either. I figure he must’ve just gotten sick, so after school,
I do the nice thing and pick a lily out of someone’s yard before heading to
Frank’s house to wish him well.
            When I get to his house, I ring the doorbell, rocking back on my
heels. One of Frank’s dads answers, a tall, stoic looking man with a goatee.
So, Frank’s getting beat up by someone at least 6’4” and 230 pounds. Great.
            “Are you a friend of Frank’s?” his dad questions cautiously.
            I nod. “Yeah, I just thought I’d come visit him after school, see
that he’s doing well.”
            “He’s really sick,” his dad informs. “I’ll tell him you said hi,
though.” He begins to shut the door, but I jam my foot in between the door and
the frame, making it impossible to close.
            “I really have to see him,” I retort.
            His dad squints, demanding, “Why do you got that Lily?”
            My heart skips a beat in my chest, but I’m able to play it cool,
replying calmly, “Frank is my lab partner. We’re doing a project about it.”
            “Frank is too unwell to see anyone,” his dad repeats.
            “Fine!” I hiss. I remove my foot, forcing a smile as I kiss major
ass. “Have a good day, Mr. Iero.”
            “You too, young lady,” he growls before slamming the door.
Immediately, I run over to the side of the house where I know Frank’s bedroom
is located on the first floor.
            I scoop up some pebbles, tossing them at the window. I climb up the
side of the house using the gridded wooden garden piece, and tap on it.
            Frank appears at the window, his face covered by a hood, shadows
casting over his skin. He opens the window a crack and whispers, “What do you
want?”
            “Let me in!” I plead.
            Frank opens the window all of the way, and I roll into his room,
striking the floor with a loud thud. Frank winces, then waits for a reaction
from his parents. After receiving none, he breathes a sigh of relief.
            I finally get a look at his face, and I can see that one side of
his nose is cut and caked over with dried blood, his lip swollen, and his eye
forced shut and a purplish blue color.
            I gasp, “Oh my God, Frankie! What happened?”
            Frank mutters, “I didn’t do my chores.”
            I lightly graze my fingertips against his nose, and he flinches.
“Frank, you look bad. Like, you should get stitches in your nose…”
            “No!” Frank interrupts. “I can’t do that. Going to the hospital
means making records. My dads would never go for that.”
            I frown, telling, “It really doesn’t look good, Frank.”
            “I’m fine,” Frank insists.
            I kiss him on the forehead, tucking a string of black hair behind
his ear. “I love you, okay?”
            Frank nods. “I love you too.”
            I leave soon after, with Frank telling me his lame cover story
about how he got jumped by some Callion kids (a prep school notorious for
producing pure-breed assholes) and that he’ll be going to school with that
excuse.
            The next day, I’m sitting at lunch with Frank. When Ray and Pete,
join us, of course the first thing they both say is some variant of,
            “God! What happened to your face?”
            “Some Callion students got me,” Frank lies.
            “Why’d they have a problem with you?” Pete asks.
            Frank shrugs. “I dunno. I guess I’m just easy to pick on, since I’m
small.”
            This statement gets the horrible fact into my head that Frank’s
dads must be able to toss him around like a rag doll. The poor baby, he’s
defenseless.
            “That’s not right,” Ray scowls.
            Frank nods, self-consciously caressing his black eye.
            That night, I vow to myself that no matter what, whatever it takes,
I’m going to get Frank out of that house.
            In the morning, I’m so worried for Frank that in the first time in
years, I turn to my mom for advice.
            “Donna?” I question.
            “I’d like it a whole lot more if you called me mom,” Donna replies.
            I shrug as I sit next to her at the table, asking, “Can I ask you
something?”
            Donna seems to forget the fact that I won’t call her mom because
she’s so excited that her only daughter is actually asking for her help with
something. “Anything, Gerarda, you know that.”
            “Well… I have this friend… y-you don’t know him,” I fib, assuring
that she won’t suspect it’s Frank, since the boy has been over here so much
he’s practically her other son. “And… their parents beat them. Can I- is it
okay for me to intervene? If it’s in their best interest?”
            My mom sighs, admonishing, “That’s a tough one, because you’re
getting involved in other people’s home lives. What is it you plan to do to
help?”
            “I… I wanted to invite them over here for a while, and then maybe,
if I could, find some evidence that their parents abuse them,” I answer.
            My mom nods. “That seems like a smart thing to do. But, you may
want to get the evidence first, otherwise, their parents have the right to come
right over here and take them back.”
            “Thanks,” I tell her, getting up to leave.
            “Mikey…. Do you know where I’d find any proof that Frank’s dads
aren’t treating him right?” I question.
            Mikey peers over at me through his glasses. “Can I tell you
something in confidence? Don’t tell Frank I said this.”
            “Sure, I won’t tell,” I promise.
            “Well, Frank’s dads…. They’re freaks, Gerard. Like, really. They….
Whenever Frank is in trouble, they…. They tape his punishment. They say what he
did to the camera, and then they show their method of ‘discipline’,” Mikey
explains, using his hands to put air quotes around the word discipline.
            I shudder, “That’s awful!”
            “I know,” Mikey replies, shoving up his glasses.
            “So if I find this camera…” I start.
            “Then you have your evidence,” Mikey concludes.
            I’ve got to find that fucking camera.
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***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Gerarda looks for evidence at Frank's house.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
            That next Monday, I join Frank back to his house, since he told me
his parents will be gone. In the middle of our Mario Kart session, I lie,
            “Frank, where’s the ladies’ room? I have to go.”
            Frank pauses the game, directing, “Go down to the end of the hall.
It’s the door on the left.”
            “Thanks,” I reply, standing and exiting the room. Immediately, I
run into what must be Frank’s fathers room. I root through the dresser, finding
nothing but clothes. I also check the closet, to see that the camera is not
there, either. I’m ready to cry with frustration and give up when I see the
camcorder sitting on the desk in plain view, charging. I stuff the charger and
camcorder into my backpack before straightening up the room and leaving.
            When I get home that night, I go through the recordings. One is
innocent enough; it’s Frank’s dog being filmed playing outside. At one point in
the film, it shows Frank, laughing and smiling as he playfully tackles the
large animal, rubbing its belly. At the end, the camera man turns the camera on
themselves, revealing that it is Frank’s father that I met the other day. It’s
hard to believe that someone who looks so happy and is doing something as sweet
as taping his kid playing with his pet actually abuses his son.
            After a lot of family styled videos, I’m about ready to give up.
Maybe they delete them. Maybe they don’t store them on this camera. Maybe Mikey
was wrong. But then, I find it. A video titled ‘Punishment: 10/12/13’. I press
play, biting my thumb anxiously.
            It shows Frank, standing in front of his dads’ bed. His eyes are
red and swollen, as if he’s been crying. The angle of the camera is as if
someone were standing in the corner of the room with it. Frank’s dad appears in
front of him, and he turns to the camera, telling,
            “This is            Frank’s punishment for getting a D in
Geometry.” He turns back to Frank, ordering, “Drop your pants.”
            Frank glances at the camera nervously, and then up at his father.
            “Drop them, or I will!” his father roars.
            Frank undoes his belt, and then his jeans, pulling them to his
ankles. He looks extremely small in his black briefs, his pale and slim legs on
display.
            “Turn around, and bend over,” his father growls, undoing his own
belt.
            I’m about to turn it off, fearing he’ll rape him, but his father
walks towards Frank once his belt is off, pants still on. He grips Frank’s
shoulder and then smacks his ass with the folded belt. Frank cries out, and his
father hits him harder, barking,
            “Shut up!”
            I feel so sick I’m about to turn it off. Frank begins crying again,
and his dad continues to hit him, mocking,
            “Are you going to cry? Stop being a faggot!”
            At the end of the beating, the backs of Frank’s upper thighs are
red and developing welts, and I’m sure his ass looks even worse.  
            “You’re done, Frank,” his father tells. Frank stands, pulling up
his pants and redoing them and his belt. “What’d you learn?”
            The camera zooms in on Frank, who sniffles, “I can’t do this poorly
in Geometry.”
            “And?” his father urges.
            “And that I need to…” Frank gulps, adding, “Learn to be a man.”
            “That’s right,” the camera man, who must be Frank’s other dad,
agrees. “You need to act like a man, Frank. You act like a little boy, a little
straight one.”
            “That reminds me, Frank, are you straight?” his other father asks.
            Frank begins to cry again, as he tells the camera, “No.”
            “Good,” the camera man replies. After that, the picture goes black.
            I head down the stairs, asking Donna,
            “Donna?”
            “Yes, Gerarda?” she responds.
            “I… I um…. I have that evidence,” I tell.
            Donna drops the pair of pants she was folding. “Excuse me?”
            I hold up the camcorder, informing, “I… I think you should see
this. We need to help Frank.”
            I show it to Donna, who covers her mouth in shock the entire time,
gasping at parts with her eyebrows furrowed. Once it goes black, she wipes her
eyes. She was crying?
            “Gerarda, that was just awful,” she snivels.
            “I know,” I agree. “That’s why we have to reveal Frank’s parents
for the scumbags they are.”
            “Does Frank want to be helped?” Donna asks.
            “Of course he does!”
            “Did you ask him if it was okay for you to show this to me?” Donna
questions.
            I redden, admitting, “I kinda took this… he doesn’t know I have
it.”
            “Gerarda Way! You apologize to that boy and tell him what you did!”
Donna demands.
            “You’re the one who told me to get evidence!” I retort.
            “Well, I figured you’d asked your best friend before snooping
through their private life, but I guess not!” Donna huffs.
            I storm off, stomping my feet as I go up the steps and into my
room. I lay on my bed, looking through the recordings for more evidence. I find
a video similarly titled ‘Punishment 7/3/13’. I play that one.
            It starts off with Frank literally tied to his bed, his wrists and
ankles bonded to the bed posts. He’s dressed in just some blue plaid boxers and
socks, and again, his eyes are scarlet and puffy. His father appears in the
camera frame, this time, the one I haven’t met. He has blond hair and brown
eyes, and is good looking for his age. It’s hard to believe he’d lay a finger
on his child.
            “Frank kissed a girl,” he informs.
            “She kissed me!” Frank protests.
            “Shut up, you little breeder!” his father spits. “This is his
punishment.”
            His father gets a dictionary, and warns, “Now Frank, if you scream,
I’ll make it twice as worse.”
            Frank screws his eyes shut as the dictionary comes down on his
stomach hard, and then on his chest, and again on his stomach. His knees buckle
and his shoulders tense as he’s beaten over and over with the heavy volume.
            The beating ends when bruises start to form on Frank’s body and
he’s bawling his eyes out.
            His blond father takes the camera, showing Frank from the chest up.
“Now, what’d we learn today, Frank?”
            “That….” Frank is crying too hard to respond.
            “Say it, little boy!” his father demands.
            “Breeders…… breeders are bad,” Frank sobs.
            “And what happens to them?” his father questions.
            “They… they… they burn in Hell!” Frank weeps.
            “Good!” his father encourages. He sets down the camera and begins
to untie Frank. It goes black.
            I look up Frank’s number on my phone, my thumb drifting over the
call button. I decide I’ll tell him after school, at my house. I’m keeping the
camcorder, though. Even if he wants to, I can’t let him stay there for much
longer. 
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My stomach churns with anxiety as I walk home with Frank. I want to ask him
about his parents already, but I figure that if one of us starts crying, it may
not be best to be bawling in the middle of the streets, especially if we end up
hugging. People pretend they aren’t, but basically every adult and a lot of
kids in this town are extremely heterophobic.
            Once we’re safely locked away in my room, we sit on my bed. I bite
my lip and then ask, “So… Frank… would you be mad if…..”
            Frank is looking at me, his brows furrowed with concern.
            “Would…. Would you be mad if,” I continue. I gulp, finishing, “If I
took that video camera your parents use to tape you?”
            Frank’s jaw drops open. I take his hands, assuring, “It’s okay,
Frank. I just needed it to get you out of that place. Now, my mom already
knows, but she and I won’t tell anyone unless you say it’s okay….”
            Frank stands, running his hands through his hair like he does when
he’s all worried. “What did you see?”
            “Your dad beating you with a belt for getting a poor mark in
Geometry and your other one hitting you with a dictionary,” I mutter.
            Frank begins to cry. “You… you saw that? You saw me give in like a
little girl?” He suddenly turns an alarming shade of red as he realizes, “You
saw me in my briefs?”
            “Actually,” I admit. I pull Frank into my lap, settling onto my
bed. I wipe his face and pule in his ears, “I thought that you looked kind of
hot in those….”
            Frank looks at me, his eyes wide. I press a kiss against his mouth,
slowly slipping my tongue inside, massaging his tongue and rubbing it against
the inside of his cheeks.
            I unzip his pants, poking my hand inside. I grip his dick through
his underwear, stroking the shaft with my thumb. Frank shudders and pulls of
his shirt, revealing his gorgeous, slender frame. He pulls off my shirt for me,
and reaches around, fumbling with the hooks on my bra. He gets it undone, and
allows it to fall off of my chest. He, like a gentleman, actually doesn’t stare
at my breasts, but keeps his eyes locked with mine as I roll off of him so he
can undo his pants. He pulls his jeans down to his ankles, and sits there in
his Star Wars briefs for a moment, almost unsure.
            “What’s wrong?” I ask, stripping off my own jeans. I scooch closer
to him, my lace waistband probably tickling his side.
            “You… you aren’t going to make fun of me… right?” Frank questions.
His thumbs remain hooked on the waistband to his underwear, almost as if he’s
contemplating taking them off, but doesn’t want to until he’s positive I’ll
play nice.
            I nod. “Of course I wouldn’t.”
            Frank nods, and stares down at his crotch, fingering the waistband
with hesitation.
            I take his hand, telling, “If it makes you feel better, we’ll pull
them off at the same time.”
            Frank nods vigorously. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
            I grab the top of my panties, informing, “On the count of three.
One… two… three!”
            We both yank them to our ankles, Frank revealing his cock which is…
pretty damn huge at an approximate seven inches.
            “Holy shit!” I gasp, the phrase accidently finding its way from my
mouth.
            Frank curls his hands over himself, shouting, “You said you
wouldn’t make fun of me!”
            “No Frank…. You’re….” I remove his hands, wrapping it around the
base and head of his cock. “You’re gorgeous. Breathtaking, really.”
            Frank’s chest moves up and down with each breath. His heart must be
racing, from either nerves or sexual stimulation. “Th-thanks.” He blushes and
ducks his head, complementing, “You’re beautiful, too.”
            I rub my fingers up and down Frank’s dick. I feel it get hard in my
hands, so I pet it harder, moving one hand to work his foreskin while the other
does his cock. I swipe my thumb over the tip, and Frank’s hips buck forwards as
he stutters,
            “F-f-fuck, Ge-Gerarda.” Frank pants, “I’m…. I’m going to come.”
            “Then come,” I reply sultrily.
            Frank moans lightly as he comes. I allow him to come all over the
floor, but then cross the room, pulling the condom my school gave me out of my
dresser. It’s a size medium, so when I hand it to Frank I inform,
            “I hope this is big enough.”
            Frank opens it and slides it on, sharing, “It’s a bit tight. But
it’ll do.” He smiles at me, and lies me on my back. He lays on top of me, and
slowly slips inside of me.
            I gasp, because it kind of hurts like Hell. But at the same time,
it feels amazing.
            “Are you okay?” Frank questions.
            I nod, biting my lip. “Yeah. Harder.”
            Frank sits up, rocking in and out of me. I grip onto his hips,
digging my nails into the skin. I don’t mean to, but I just can’t help myself.
Frank comes letting out the same quiet moan, and I orgasm shortly after, crying
out his name loudly.
            He slowly pulls out, snapping off his condom and tossing it in the
trash. He hugs me, wrapping his arms around me just beneath my breasts, my back
pressing into his now, limp dick. He kisses me on the neck, and squeezes my
waist ever so slightly. We lay in bed for a long time, talking about
everything. We touch on the subject of his parents, and agree that after
another half hour of cuddling, we’ll hurry over and take Frank’s stuff over to
my house, since his dads won’t be home till late.
            “Gerarda?”
            “Yes?”
            Frank sighs contently. “Thanks so much. For everything.” He again
kisses me, this time on the shoulder. “I love you.”
            I screw my eyes shut, sinking further into his grip. “I love you
too.”
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