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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, Pete_Wentz
  Additional Tags:
      Halloween, Blow_Jobs, First_Time, Getting_Together, Ouija, Ghosts, Fluff
      and_Smut
  Series:
      Part 1 of Black_Ink:_Halloween_and_Horror
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-06 Words: 1707
****** This is the Best Halloween Ever ******
by BasementVampire
Summary
     Gerard and Frank use a Ouija board to contact the spirit of a boy who
     died in Frank's house decades ago. Their conversation with the ghost
     leads to more than just some spooky Halloween fun...
Notes
     Hey! This is going to be the first work in my Halloween series; the
     stories will have a Halloween related or darker theme. So stay tuned!
     The next work will probably be up soon, so long as Hurricane Matthew
     doesn't decimate Orlando and take my house with it! :)
See the end of the work for more notes
“Are you sure this is gonna work?”  Gerard eyed the Ouija board skeptically.
“Of course it will!” Frank insisted.  Ever since the two had found the creepy
old thing in Frank’s attic a few days ago, he’d been desperate to test it out,
certain that he and his best friend would be able to contact the spirit of a
boy who had supposedly died in the house decades ago.  Frank had suggested they
do it on Halloween, saying that it’d be more likely to work since it was the
night of the dead or something.
“You’re positive your parents are gone?” Gerard asked.  “I don’t want to get in
trouble; my parents would kill me if they found out I was doing something like
this.”
Frank gave an exaggerated sigh.  “Yes, they’re gone.  Trust me, they won’t be
back from the Halloween party ‘til, like, past midnight.”
“Alright.”  Gerard bit his lip nervously.  “But what if we…you know…summon an
evil spirit, or something?  Like in all the movies?”
“I thought you didn’t believe in all this crap?”
Gerard huffed.  “I don’t!  Whatever, let’s just do it already.”
“Alright!” Frank said with a smile.  “I bet that dead kid Pete will have some
interesting shit to say.”
He pulled the board out of the box, holding it up in front of his face and
blowing over the top of it, sending a thick cloud of dust up into the air.  He
set it down on the carpet and placed the planchette on top, grinning at Gerard
and asking, “Ready?”
“I guess.  What are we even supposed to do, just start talking to him?”
Frank shrugged.  “Why not?”  He put his fingers on the planchette and looked
around the room.  “Are there any spirits present?”
Nothing.
He tried again, louder.  “Are there any spirits present?”
All of a sudden, Frank’s hands slid over the word “yes.”
Frank jumped.  “Oh my god.”
“Are you fucking with me?” Gerard demanded.
Frank shook his head vigorously.  “No, I swear!  It was like something was
moving my hands!  Here, you do it.”
He positioned the planchette back at the bottom, moved back and let Gerard
hesitantly scoot closer to the Ouija board, placing his fingers on the little
heart-shaped piece.  “Are you Pete Wentz?” he called.  His hands were jerked
toward the word “yes” as if some unseen force was moving them.  Gerard
shrieked.
“See?” Frank said.  “He’s here.”
They asked the ghost a few questions which he answered, but after a few minutes
he began to move the planchette on his own, pulling Gerard’s hands around the
board.  Gerard read the letters aloud and Frank scribbled them down in a
notebook so they could figure out what it spelled.
Frank laughed incredulously when Gerard had finished calling out letters.
“What?” he asked, scrabbling to get a look at the paper.  He turned bright red
when he looked over Frank’s shoulder.
You two would make a cute couple.
Long after they had finished their conversation and bid farewell to Pete,
Gerard was still thinking about what the ghost had said.  He’d had a crush on
Frank for some time, but never had the nerve to tell him.  But the statement
kept running through his mind—would they make a cute couple?  Of course they
would.  Would they live happily ever, though?  Did Frank even like him back?
“Gerard!”
The boy was snapped out of his thoughts by a hand waving in front of his face. 
“Earth to Gerard!” Frank was calling.
“Uh, yeah.  Sorry,” Gerard said.  “What is it?”
Frank frowned.  “I was asking what movie you wanted to watch next.”
Gerard glanced at the TV and noticed that Scream had ended.  “Oh.  Uh…”
Frank smirked.  “You’re thinkin’ about what Pete said, aren’t you?”
“Pete said a lot of things.”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Gerard noticed anxiously that Frank was moving closer to him on the couch. 
“Frank…”
Frank was practically in Gerard’s lap by time he was breathing, “I think we’d
make a cute couple, too.”
Neither boy was really sure who initiated it, but all of a sudden they were
kissing heatedly, hands grasping at any part of each other they could reach. 
They gasped and made out messily, unable to contain the years of built-up
desire.
“Frankie, fuck,” Gerard panted, pulling back for air.
“Uhn, you’re so hot,” Frank moaned, rutting against Gerard’s leg.  They were
both painfully hard.  “Can we just—” he interrupted himself to plant a sloppy
kiss on Gerard’s jaw.  “—Can we take this to the bedroom?”
This was all of a sudden so real.  They stumbled back to Frank’s room, Frank
pushing Gerard down onto the bed and scrambling on top of him.  Gerard could
hardly believe this was happening; he’d wanted this for so long, and now here
was Frank, locking lips and grinding against him.
“Mm, Frank,” Gerard whined.  “Gonna make me come in my pants before we get a
chance to do anything.”
Frank pulled back, studying Gerard with a lustful expression.  “What do
you—what do you wanna do?”
Gerard bit his lip, trying not to be distracted by Frank’s dark eyes and red,
wet lips.  “I don’t know, I…I’ve never, um…done this before.”
“We don’t have to, you know, do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Frank
said hurriedly.  “Like, I totally understand if you’re not ready to—”
“No, no!  I want to!” Gerard insisted.  “I want this.”
Frank pushed back his sweat-damp hair.  “Okay…okay.  Do you wanna…um…like, have
sex?  Or just, maybe I could suck you off or something…?”
This was way more awkward than Gerard was anticipating.  He squirmed around a
bit under Frank, cock still achingly hard in his jeans, and shrugged.  “I
guess.  I mean, I don’t have any condoms or anything, so…”
“Okay,” Frank said, shuffling down to get between the other boy’s legs. 
“Okay.”
Gerard helped get his jeans off, underwear a shirt following, thrown carelessly
to the floor.  He was agonizingly aware of how exposed he was, blushing
furiously at the way Frank ogled him.
“You’re gorgeous,” Frank muttered, running his hands down Gerard’s sides.
Gerard tugged at the bottom of Frank’s shirt.  “C’mon, take this off.”
Frank shrugged off his tank-top and discarded it with the other clothing,
before leaning down to take the other boy’s cock in his hand.  Gerard moaned,
propped up on his elbows so he could watch as Frank began mouthing at the head,
locking eyes with Gerard and letting out a filthy noise of pleasure as he sank
down all the way.
Gerard’s eyes rolled back and his breath caught in his throat.  This felt so
good—better than his hand ever had.  He hadn’t imagined this would be as
amazing as it was.  Frank hollowed his cheeks, staying down for a moment, and
pressed his tongue to the underside of Gerard’s dick when he pulled back.  He
sucked on the head, using his hand on the rest, and had Gerard gasping and
moaning.
He tangled a hand in Frank’s hair, watching him bob his head up and down, lips
stretched obscenely around Gerard’s cock.  He pulled off with a slick, wet
sound and spit out a mouthful of thick saliva and precome, letting it run down
his chin.  He looked utterly pornographic.
“Oh, Frankie,” Gerard groaned.  He guided Frank back down with a hand on the
back of his head.
Gerard’s head fell back as Frank continued, and he let out desperate noises,
rocking his hips up into Frank’s mouth.  Frank gagged around him, blunt nails
of his free hand digging into Gerard’s side.
“Ah, Frank, fuck.”  Gerard’s fingers tightened in Frank’s hair, tugging him
down.  “Oh god, ‘m so close.”
Gerard whined when Frank pulled off completely.  His eyes fluttered open and he
gazed down at the other boy, who looked absolutely wrecked—his eyes glazed and
half-lidded, lips red and wet, and thick spit smeared down his face.
Frank moaned, jacking Gerard’s cock.  “Want you to come all over my face.”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Gerard breathed.  This was so dirty and so good and he never
wanted it to end.
Frank twisted his hand in all the right ways and dug his thumb into the slit,
and in a moment, Gerard was keening and watching his come stripe Frank’s face. 
Frank moaned obscenely, just sitting there and letting himself be covered in
Gerard’s come.
Gerard was certain this was the best feeling in the world.
He breathed heavily, coming down from his high.  His whole body felt like jelly
and his brain was kind of hazy and refused to focus on anything beside the
warmth in his stomach and how good Frank looked right now.  The sticky white
fluid was all over him; stuck in his eyelashes, dripping down his cheek, even
smattered onto his neck and chest.  Frank’s tongue darted out to lick up some
of the come that had landed near his mouth.
“So pretty, Frankie,” Gerard murmured.
Frank still looked turned the hell on and Gerard thought maybe he’d offer to
return the favor, or jerk him off at least, but before he could say anything,
Frank was straddling his thigh and rutting against it.  He let his head fall
back, panting and moaning as he used the hands on Gerard’s shoulders for
leverage.  Gerard barely had time to place a hand on Frank’s hip before he was
shuddering and coming hard in his pants.
“Uhn, Gee,” he moaned, clawing at Gerard’s shoulders.
They sat in silence for several moments, trying to collect themselves. 
Finally, Frank giggled, “That was fuckin’ amazing.”
Gerard nodded, flopping back onto the pillows.  “Yeah.  I can’t believe we
didn’t do that sooner.”
Gerard felt the heat pooling in his belly again when Frank wiped up the other
boy’s come with his fingers and proceeded to lick them clean, looking right at
Gerard as he sucked on them.
“Jeez, Frankie, you’re gonna get me hard again,” he laughed breathlessly.
Frank smirked.  “Maybe we can go again in a bit.”
He lied down next to Gerard, who slung an arm over Frank’s waist.  “Yeah,”
Gerard said.  “I wanna blow you next.”
Frank kissed him on the nose.  “Best Halloween ever.”
End Notes
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