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The morning August sun shone through the black out curtains hung in the apartment bedroom. Gerard stood in front of the mirror with a soft sigh while fixing his tie. It was his first day back to school. Not as a student though, but as a teacher. That scared the shit out of him. It wasn’t the time of his life, but he didn’t have a terrible high school experience. He didn’t see his life going this way. He wanted to be a comic author. Not a teacher. He dual majored, having a Bachelors of Fine Arts in Cartooning and a Bachelors of Education. It was the only way his parents would pay for his art degree. He wasn’t one to turn down a free degree, even if it wasn’t what he wanted.
He was grateful to land a job at North Jersey High School. A school that focused on education just as much as the arts. That was new to him. A school that actually gave a shit about something he thought was extremely important. The superintendent was impressed with Gerard’s passion for art and his work ethic. That's why as a first year student, he got the job at a more prestigious school. Today he was getting his class room setup and a more proper tour of the school.

After standing in the mirror for more time than he intended his “if you don’t leave now you won’t get coffee alarm” went off.

“I hear you, I hear you. Jesus.” He spoke to his phone like it was a person. He turned off the alarm and shoved his phone in the pocket. Grabbing his car keys off the dresser, Gerard grabbed his messenger bag and left the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Sliding into his old bug, Gerard started the car, making his way to the Starbucks near the school then off to school. He parked near the front entrance, though there was a backdoor near his classroom where he made note to park next time. He grabbed his bag and coffee making his way inside. He walked in the doors, looking around for the superintendent. He couldn’t find the superintendent, which was weird. Soon, Gerard heard a clear throat, looking over his shoulder before his body followed.

“Oh..can I help you?” Gerard asked the man who was in a button up, slacks and converse.

“I assume you’re the new art teacher. Gerald?”

“Gerard, but yeah.” He sighed through his nose.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Frank quickly apologized, holding out his hand for Gerard to shake. “I’m Frank Iero. The music teacher. Mr. Dalton couldn’t come in so he asked me to give you the tour. If it helps, everyone usually mispronounces my last name.” Frank hoped that the last line could save his ass. He didn’t want a bad first impression of the new guy.

“It's a pleasure to meet you.” Gerard shook Frank's hand, immediately noticing the tattoos. “They let you have those?” He looked up, studying the tattoos he could see on Frank’s neck. A chuckle left Frank as he pulled away from the hand shake.

“Yeah, they couldn’t get past my qualifications. I have a Bachelors of Music from Berklee. Masters in Guitar from Julliard and working on my doctorate. My teaching degree is from Rutgers though.” He chuckled. He didn’t mean it to be a show off. Yes he cared they were big name schools, he just wanted to learn everything about his instrument. “I know they’re prestigious but trust me, I’m no A student. This..mostly C’s got his degree.” Frank chuckled again. “I like punk music the most.” He trailed, swallowing nervously. Gerard’s face was full of shock. He felt inferior to the man in front of him. Gerard was proud of himself, sure, but nothing like this.

“Here, Gerard, let me show you to your classroom. Did you bring everything you needed for your classroom?” Frank asked. He’d apologize later.

“Yeah, I did. I’ll have to move my car to the door that's closer.”

“Not a problem. You want to do that and I’ll meet you down the hall?”
Gerard nodded and made his way out the door with a soft sigh. How the fuck did he land the job? He didn’t realize someone so accomplished would be teaching alongside him. The pressure was a lot. His hands shaking while putting the key into the ignition to move the car. Frank stood outside waiting for the other man, quickly finishing half a cigarette. He was trying to quit but obviously it wasn’t going too well. He watched Gerard’s car pull up, putting out his cigarette then throwing the butt away.

“Your car suits you ya know? Something about an artist in a bug makes sense.”

“Are you saying that to be rude?” Gerard raised an eyebrow before leaning into the back seat to start grabbing items. Frank walked to the passenger side, opening the door and doing the same.

“Opposite. I mean it, I like your car. I like you.” Frank admitted. He didn’t want to say the car was cute and that he thought Gerard was too.

“Oh, well, thank you. You don’t have to carry stuff.”

“Nonsense. I know there's a lot. I’d be a dick to make you carry it all yourself.” He moved away from the car carrying some items Gerard had in bags. Gerard followed behind Frank, who opened the door for him as well and followed behind. Frank led Gerard down to room 77A, unlocking the door then turning on the light.

“What do you think?” Frank asked. “77B is yours too. All the sculpting and pottery shit goes in there.”

“It’s great. Less desks than I thought.”

“We try to keep it small so there’s a smaller student to teacher ratio at one time. Unless you’re like me and teach ensembles. One hundred kids at once. It’s a nightmare at times.” Frank laughed a little while setting down some bags, Gerard smiling.

“Oh, I could imagine. Band in high school for me was..60 I think? Even that was a lot.”

Frank and Gerard walked out together to grab some more things from the car. They talked about random little things from their time in high school. Giggling over their similarities. It didn’t take long before Frank was helping to get Gerard’s items hung up in his room.

“SVA huh?” He asked while hanging Gerard’s degree above his desk.

“Yeah, nothing fancy.”

“Still a good school. Cartooning? Why that major?”

"I..I’ve always loved comics. Wanted to pursue that, but I had made a deal that if I got a teaching degree, I could get my art degree. Obviously comics didn’t work out so here we are.”

“Have you stopped?”

“Slowed down..not a full stop yet.”

“I hate to go all teacher on you.” Frank spoke while grabbing a framed Batman drawing, staring at it shocked. “But you should keep going for it. Gerard, this is, did you fucking draw this?”

“For a professional, you sure do swear a lot. But, yeah, I did.”

“This is incredible!” Frank hung the art on the wall. “Seriously, I’ve read quite a bit of Batman comics, but this one, I can already tell you it be a favorite.”

“Are you just saying that to win me over from your bragging?”

“No! Seriously. This is sick. In fact, you’re lucky I don’t steal this and put it in my own classroom.” Frank set aside the items that would go on or in Gerard’s desk so he could organize it the way he wanted. Frank walked over to help Gerard organize the oil pastels by color.

“Tell me more about you, I’m curious.”

“For starters, I love it when you organize the types of pencils. The box is in front of the drawers they’ll go in. I’m almost done with these.” Frank nodded and muttered a soft ‘sorry.’ He started the task Gerard had asked.

“My name is Gerard Way. I’m twenty two. Born and raised in Belleville, New Jersey. Um, I listen to all different types of music. I really love comics and DND. Shit, man I don’t know. Coffee! I really like coffee.”

“Favorite art supply?” Frank asked and Gerard raised an eyebrow.

“What kind of question is that?”

“A get to know you question. Now answer.”

“Colored pencils..and charcoal. I really like charcoal. Works really great for black and white shading. Colored pencils are cool too. It feels similar but I like all the varieties of color.” Gerard continued rambling, Frank looking between him and his task. Finishing by time Gerard stopped talking.

“Didn’t know all of that. I can understand why you beat out the other candidates. You have a lot of passion.”

“I’m glad that won me over with not only Mr. Dalton, but you too.” Frank smiled at Gerard’s words.
Soon everything was unpacked between both rooms. The time is six o'clock pm.

“It's getting late, I should get out of here. I have dinner with my grandma.” Gerard told Frank. A little frown appeared on Frank’s face but a nod.

“I’m not just saying that. You’re doing well redeeming yourself from earlier.” Gerard teased while Frank walked out of the door. Gerard locked it before heading down the hall with Frank.

“Thank you for the help and the company by the way.”

“It’s no problem. I’m sorry I didn’t give you a tour of the rest of the school. Think I could make it up to you during the week?”

“I think you can.”

The pair walked out of the school, grinning before telling each other goodnight and to drive safe before heading to their vehicles. Frank headed home for the night. Silently picking at himself for the interactions he had with Gerard. He felt like he made a fool of himself. Sure, he was flirting a little, but truly Gerard captivated him. Gerard headed over to his grandma’s for dinner. It was their usual Thursday activity. She was Gerard’s rock and his inspiration. He adored her. Gerard walked into the little home.

“Grandma, hey, I’m sorry I’m late. I got caught up at school.”

“It only be a problem if we weren’t having lasagna and that shit takes forever to cool.” She hugged Gerard and he hugged back. “Go sit, the table is already set. I’ll bring you a plate. Do you want anything to drink?”

“Water is fine.” Gerard’s grandma, Elena, rolled her eyes. When did Gerard drink water? She was used to seeing him with coffee or Diet Coke. She set down Gerard’s water, and a glass of wine for herself before handing Gerard his plate of lasagna, sitting down with her own.

“So, how was it, Gee?” She asked.

“It was good. The music teacher gave me the tour instead of the superintendent. He was-”

“Cute?”

“Grandma.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She smirked, taking a bite of her lasagna. Gerard signed and nodded.

“Yeah, he is. He’s really accomplished. Berklee and Julliard. Guitar player. I didn’t ask how old he was, if anything, he was more interested in picking my brain.”

“Sounds like he was flirting, Gee.”

“No way.”

“Yes way. If he was more interested in you than talking about himself. That's kinda flirty.”

“No it is not. It was probably him trying to redeem himself for talking about his degrees. Prove he’s not a pretentious asshole.”

“Did he?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Is it really unfortunate?”

“Yes and no. If he was flirting, I highly doubt anything could happen without us sacrificing our careers. That wouldn’t be fair. Especially to him. He seems to really care and love what he does. I’m gonna keep my guard up. It will be for the best.”

“Gerard, you can’t do that. You don’t know what he wants. What he is willing to do. It’s not always about you. I know your intentions are good. You should take it day by day and see what he does. Just, don’t be a closed book. Be open for once. Not everyone is out to get you.” With that Gerard sighed and nodded. They discussed other things during dinner. Easing some of the tension that had been created. Gerard was over until eight, Elena’s bedtime. She sent Gerard home with lasagna and a hug.

“Gerard, remember. Don’t be a closed book. Allow him to chase.” She made a little claw gesture and Gerard shook his head.

“You’re losing your mind. I love you.”

“I love you too, Geebear.” She kissed her grandson’s cheek before he walked out.

Gerard drove home, showered, drew for a bit before realizing he was drawing Frank. He sighed and shook his head.

“I should’ve asked more about his tattoos.”

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Monday came by quicker than Gerard wanted. He had worked the entire weekend on first day activities for all seven of his classes and lesson plans. He preferred planning ahead and knowing what was coming. He could make changes over time if need be. Gerard was already exhausted and nervous as hell.

His drive to school wasn’t bad, though he couldn’t stop and get his coffee due to traffic early in the morning being worse than usual. Gerard sighed and slumped in the driver seat, dealing with the stop and go and the insane amount of jersey slides. He hoped the rest of his day wouldn’t go this bad.

Gerard pulled up to the school, parking his car and grabbing his messenger bag. He sighed and walked in, heading straight into his classroom. He set his bag down on his desk and got out some assignments he had made. They asked for the student to tell their name, age, a space to draw whatever they wanted in their style. No rules other than it being school appropriate. What they want to learn in the school year and a fact about them. Gerard didn’t want to use the term ‘fun fact’. He didn’t want the students to feel more pressure than he was sure they already did. On the screen, a powerpoint was up in the classroom. He would give a physical tour too. He hoped it would make it easier. He put a lot of pressure on himself. He wanted to be liked and a good teacher. Sure, he knew he wouldn’t be perfect but he didn’t want to be dreaded either.

Gerard didn’t know how long he’d been in his classroom pacing and ensuring everything was perfect. A knock then the door opening caused him to snap his head up.

“Frank?”

“Gerard?” He responded while walking over. “You doing alright? You, well, you look like you haven’t slept in days.” He handed Gerard a cup of coffee. “I know it's not your Starbucks, but I hope the morning roast from the teachers lounge will do.” Frank spoke with a grin.

“Yeah, it'll suffice. Thank you.” Gerard took the cup of coffee, sipping out of the styrofoam then clutching it at his chest. “Why are you here?”

“Wanted to check in before I give you the tour I owe you. I remember my first day on the job. I thought I was going to shit my pants like three times.” Frank chuckled, sipping at his own coffee.

“Coffee probably didn’t help with that, so I apologize in advance.”

“Apology accepted, unless I actually shit my pants in front of thirty high schoolers. Then, you’ll never see me again.”

“Shameful. I was just starting to like ya.”

“Funny, because I still don’t know much about you except your degrees.” Gerard teased.

“Well, I’ll tell you about me on our journey around North Jersey High School.” Frank started walking towards the door, holding it open for Gerard to walk out before letting it shut.

“Starting, you have the coolest room. 78A. That’s Frank Iero’s main classroom. In there he has three practice rooms with pianos and storage for other gear. 78B is his office where he likes to hide out when the kids give him a migraine.”

Gerard rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee. He had a grin on his face from the way Frank included the tour with an introduction of himself.

“If you continue down the hall with me. You have classroom 76A, the choir directors room. Don’t be surprised if you hear her while you’re teaching. She can be loud. Her name is Ms. Young. Though she is in her fifties. Not as young compared to Mr. Iero. A whopping 28 years old.”

Gerard's eyes went wide. “28? I thought you were in your thirties.”

Frank gasped playfully, letting his free hand rest on his chest. “I’m not surprised actually. 28 is when the expectations of 30 start hitting you anyways, Mr. 22.” He teased Gerard while continuing down the hall. He pointed out each of the classrooms for math, English, science, history, study hall. He included facts about himself too. Born and raised in Belleville, been in bands, huge fan of punk with Black Flag being his favorite, and he was a vegetarian.

He led Gerard to the teachers lounge, making himself another cup of coffee.

“And here, the best room in the entire building..unless one of us gets a coffee maker for our classrooms, the teachers lounge.” He shut the keurig and got it brewing a cup of coffee. “There's creamer in the fridge or oatmilk if you’re lactose intolerant like myself.”

“I appreciate that, though I don’t know if you realized I enjoy coffee black. One too many oversleeping days in college trained me.” He giggled and Frank grinned.

“I don’t miss those days. How are you feeling about everything? More comfortable?”

“For the most part, yeah. I feel alright. I’ll have to let you know when lunch rolls around and the end of the day.”

Mr. Dalton walked into the room, putting his lunch in the fridge. “Mr.Iero, Mr.Way, I see you two are getting along.”

“So far.” Gerard teased and Frank just shook his head.

“Well, hopefully it continues. I see he must have given you a tour while I was out?”

“He did, yeah. Gave me a refresher today.” Gerard lied to earn Frank some extra brownie points. “He’s been really helpful.”

“Thats good. The students should start rolling in about 9:00, so I suggest you and Mr. Iero make your way to your classrooms before they think they can skip.”

The day was a lot for Gerard. He had a lot of great students, the ones who took the class and didn’t take it seriously, and the ones who hit on him. He hated the last ones the most. As he told his last class of the day he’d see them tomorrow, Gerard sat down in his chair and sighed softly. Lunch had been a little rough too. He sat with all the teachers, immediately bombarding Gerard with questions. Where did he go to school? Where was he from? The usual and of course, was already given shit for how he and Frank were already growing close. Frank glaring at Mr.McCraken for a comment of ‘already going after the new guy?’ It left a pretty sour taste in Frank's mouth. Yes he was flirting with Gerard, he didn’t want to admit it yet. He did want to get to know the guy. He wasn’t trying to scare him off.

“Hey, how’d everything go?” Frank asked as he walked in. His tone is soft and different from before lunch.

“It was a lot but it went alright. Don’t love the students hitting on me, but that's what I get for being the youngest teacher here right?”

“I wish I could say yes but they still do it to me.” he chuckled, sitting at a desk across from Gerard after shutting the classroom door. “You kinda just learn to brush it off after a while.”

“I’m sure I’ll learn at some point. Speaking of that though, Frank, have you just been as kind as you’ve been because you find me attractive?” Gerard asked though he hated conversation. He couldn’t get Bert’s words out of his head. After lunch, Bert had made some comments towards Gerard too.

“No. Gerard, I-I’m awful with this.” He chuckled nervously and sighed. “Yes, I do think you’re attractive. God, you’re gorgeous. No, I’m not being kind because of that. Even if I didn’t think you were a work of art yourself. I’d still be kind. You don’t deserve anything less. Shit, Gerard, you can turn me down after this. It doesn’t mean I’ll stop being kind unless you want to leave you alone. Even then, I’ll still be kind when I do have to speak to you.”

Gerard stared at Frank. Eyes a little glossy. He was shocked to hear those words so suddenly. He wasn’t excited to tell his grandma on Thursday that she was right either.

“Shit, Gerard, don’t cry. Please.”

“No, no I’m okay. Just, I, I’m not in a place right now for a relationship. I don't want you to leave me alone. I want to get to know you, be friends for now. If that's something you can handle..” Gerard trailed off at the end. He just wanted to focus on himself and getting settled before advancing in his life.

“And I respect that. I’m just glad you don’t want me to leave you alone. I do well with rejection, Gerard. You don’t need to worry alright.” He reassured.
Gerard nodded and wiped a stray tear falling down his cheek.

“Okay, thank you Frank.”

“No need.”

They resumed a normal conversation. Frank was really good at making sure situations didn’t escalate. He was a little disappointed, but there was a key phrase he didn’t skip over ‘for now’.

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It was about a month after Gerard started, and to say he was doing well was an understatement. He had become a favorite amongst students. Even the ones who didn’t take his class seriously. Gerard didn’t take their shit, but he also met them in the middle. Amongst the teachers too he had become a favorite as well. They all viewed him as kind, caring, and selfless. The countless hours he’d stay to help students. If they had an extra curricular that conflicted he had ‘Study Saturdays.’ A lot more students took advantage of that, more than Gerard thought.
Frank and Gerard had grown closer. Rumors amongst students about them dating. He could see it. Frank was naturally affectionate, he spoiled Gerard bringing him coffee on Fridays, knowing his order to a t. He had learned about Mikey, Gerard’s brother, and Elena. They’d spend lunch just by themselves on Wednesday. It was hard in a group to have a conversation with Gerard. The other teachers constantly talking his ear off, but one is really fighting for his attention. Bert McCracken, the science teacher. Bert had taken a liking to Gerard too. Gerard was oblivious to it, at least to everyone's knowledge except for his own and Franks. Frank fucking hated it. He was waiting on Gerard. He knew he was fucking crazy for it. He didn’t care. The more he got to know the nerdy art teacher, the more he just fell in love. Truly, he admired Gerard. Everything from when he got frustrated and his Jersey accent came through more, the way he talked out the side of his mouth because he was used to holding a cigarette, the way he’d sometimes show up with charcoal on his face from an art project he stayed up way too late on. He wanted in Gerard’s world, but Gerard hadn’t quite cracked yet.

Gerard liked Bert sure, granted he was really into Frank. In Gerard’s twisted mind he felt like he didn’t deserve Frank. Someone so accomplished, passed the stage in life of partying and meeting those thirties expectations. Gerard had just moved out of his moms basement. He felt almost inferior to Frank. Bert on the other hand, he just had a degree from Utah State in chemistry and education. A normal school. Bert being 26 felt like less pressure too.
Gerard sat in his classroom by himself during lunch instead of being in the teachers lounge. It was Friday. He sighed nervously, chewing on a pencil. Bert walked in, due to Gerard’s dismay.

“Hey, what’s going on? You’re missing out on lunch ya know.” Bert spoke, leaning over Gerard’s desk a little.

“Yeah, I know. Just..not hungry I guess.”

“You sure it's not that? Not that you’re too nervous about our date tonight.” Bert smirked a little. Gerard had a hard time saying no, and got himself into these situations too often.

“Y-yeah.” Gerard stuttered out. “I just don't want things to be awkward here at work ya know? I mean the students already think Frank and I are together. Gotta let them down easy.” Gerard hoped Bert would understand.

“I get it, Gee. No worries.” He took the pencil from Gerard and replaced it with his own hand, squeezing gently. “You could chew on me.” Bert teased. In response Gerard shook his head.

“I’m good. Your hands probably taste like dissected animals.”

“No, they might taste like chlorine. I’m in chemistry, not biology.”

“Ah yes, chemicals. My favorite.” Gerard smiled a little. He hated the fact he was settling. That was no one else's fault but his.

Frank had walked by the classroom, not too long after Bert left the teachers lounge. He saw through the glass, Bert and Gerard hand in hand. To say Frank was pissed was an understatement. He couldn’t believe this. He thought he’d been going everything right. Only for McCracken to get him? A few tears fell from Frank’s eyes. He shouldn’t even be crying. It's not like Gerard was his anyway. Frank found his way back into his classroom, trying to calm himself down. He did send a text to a long time friend, Ray.

‘Me, you. Drinks tonight. No if, ands, or buts.’

‘Who hurt you?’

‘I’ll talk about it when I have at LEAST two shots.’Frank wiped his tears, laughing to himself that he knew Ray was just shaking his head behind the screen.

At the end of the day, Gerard stayed behind a little after, waiting for Frank. He felt like something was off when he didn’t come in to bother him. Gerard got up and went across the hall after grabbing his messenger bag and thermos. He tried walking into the room, noticing the door was locked. Gerard furrowed his eyebrows.

“The hell?” he muttered under his breath. Instead, he turned around to walk out to his car sending Frank a message;

‘I missed you on the way out today. Your classroom was locked too. I hope you have a good weekend. I’m sorry I didn’t join at lunch. Got too wrapped into my own world.’ Now, here's to the waiting game.

Thankfully, Ray didn’t live far from Frank’s house and thankfully, Frank only lived twenty minutes from the school. By the time he arrived home, Ray was inside with drinks poured for the both of them. Frank hung up his cardigan, leaving his plain black sweater on and hanging up his own bag.

“Toro, that better be a double!” He called out while walking to the kitchen.

“I got better, they’re triples with a shot on the side. Based on the urgency, I assumed you needed to be kicked in the ass.”

“Believe me, I did.” Frank grabbed his drink, taking a long swig then making a sour face. Ray, of course, laughed at him. They made their way to the living room, Frank on the couch and Ray in a nearby chair.

“So..I’m waiting.” Ray spoke, crossing his legs then sipping his drink. Frank let out a long sigh.

“Okay, you remember Gerard?”

“The new teacher who's like six and a half years younger.”

“Oh my god the age difference is not that bad!”

“I don’t know man, you are close to thirty.”

“Shut up, Toro. Anyways, he just starts opening up right? Finally cracking that geode. Then, all sudden, here comes Bert McCracken and somehow! That fucker swipes Gerard off his feet!” Frank took a long sip of his drink. “The motherfucker doesn’t do any of the things I’ve done for Gerard. He talks just..too much with the wrong intention ya know? You’d think for a Chemistry teacher he’s fucking realize they have none! Then this motherfucker texts me that he missed me on the way out?! Please.” Frank shook his head and Ray just stared.

“Huh, ya know? I’m actually surprised. He could’ve let you down easy. Are you sure he and Bert are something?”

“I don’t think you just hold hands and fucking bat your eyelashes when you’re being friendly.” Frank rolled his eyes.

“I wasn’t there, man. Don’t get mad at me. Remember, I bought you top shelf liquor free of fucking charge and I do your taxes.”

“Shit, fine. That is one thing they never taught me in college.” Frank finished the rest of his drink. “Ray, I don’t know what to do. I’ve never wanted anyone this fucking badly. Call me Jeff Buckley or something man.”

“Terrible joke man..terrible joke.”

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Gerard got ready for his date. Bert was taking him out to dinner. He wasn’t thrilled about it. He had never been thrilled, but he had some excitement until the weirdness with Frank. He consistently checked his phone for a text back. Nothing. That hurt Gerard, which confused him. He wasn’t expecting to feel this way, but he had to hide it. He had to get through this date and try to let Bert down. He hoped they didn't have a good night.

Three knocks landed on Gerard’s apartment door. Bert stood on the outside, hands in his pockets. He wasn’t the type to get flowers or anything. He didn’t even know what he wanted other than to sink his teeth into Gerard, literally and figuratively. Bert didn’t dress fancy, just a button down and black slacks. Seeing Gerard knocked the wind out of him.

“Shit, Gee you look great.” He grinned. “You got everything?” Gerard patted down himself before nodding.

“Yeah, I got everything.” Gerard responded, walking out of the apartment and shutting the door behind him. He locked the door before putting his keys in his pockets. “You look good too.”

“Thanks, babe. Though, I just think you make me look better.” He teased and wrapped an arm around Gerard’s waist, leading him down the stairs and to his car. He got in the driver side, leaving Gerard to get in on the passenger.

“Some gentleman.” He muttered to himself, he got in the passenger seat, resting his hands in his lap. “So, where are we going? You never told me, nor said it was a surprise.”

“Shit, yeah. I hope you like Italian. We’re heading to AL Lorenzo’s.” It was a decent spot. Gerard had been there before.

“I do like Italian.” Gerard spoke softly, a little grin. He felt his phone vibrate, looking at a notification and sighing softly. It was a student emailing him, asking for advice. He’d deal with it later.

“Whats got you so upset?” Bert asked and reached his hand over to rest on Gerard’s thigh. Nothing friendly, but nothing flirtatious either. It made Gerard shiver.

“Oh nothing, nothing, just a student emailing me. That's all. Not something you want to deal with on a Friday night, ya know?”

“Oh I know, the amount of emails I get on the daily about chemistry is insane.”

“I hate to defend the students but chemistry wasn’t a strong suit of mine either. I barely passed.” Gerard chuckled softly. ‘If it wasn’t my due to my younger brother being so fucking smart I would’ve failed. No doubt.” Bert chuckled along with Gerard.

The conversations the rest of the night flowed. Mostly, it was Bert talking about himself. Gerard didn’t mind. He didn’t feel like opening up. He never did, unless it was with Frank. Frank somehow had a bobby pin and was doing a damn good job of picking the lock Gerard had on himself. A little too good. The entire night Gerard couldn’t stop thinking about Frank. How he didn’t text back, he knew the guy wasn’t dead because he was sending him songs on Spotify like an idiot. Everything from ‘Helena’ by the Misfits, ‘Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want’ by The Smiths and ‘Time After Time' by Cyndi Lauper.

Gerard led Bert up to his apartment. Bert could feel the energy shift in Gerard.

“You alright? You’ve been quiet. You seem irritated.”

“I’m fine. You want to come in for a bit? It's only eight.” Gerard asked while unlocking his then looking over his shoulder as the door swung open. A smirk formed on Bert’s face.

“That would be great, thanks Gee.” He kissed the other's cheek before following him inside, shutting the door. “You have a nice place.” Gerard had movie and band posters around, all placed nicely. Photos with friends and family scattered to go with. Comics left on the coffee table, a blanket folded over the back of the couch that looked to have the Misfits logo on it. A record player near the TV with a large collection under the table that held it. It was everything Gerard. Especially with the random art supplies everywhere. It wasn’t messy, it was chaotic.

“You can make yourself comfortable on the couch. The remote is on the coffee table or the side table. I don't remember. Are you thirsty?” Gerard asked while hanging his keys up then shrugging off his jacket. Bert made his way to the couch, sitting in the middle.

“You have any alcohol?” Bert asked.

“Shitty beer work?”

“Shitty beer works.”

Gerard quickly returned from the kitchen with two cans of Coors Light. One for himself and one for Bert. He handed Bert a can before sitting down.

“What are you thinking for a movie?” Gerard asked before sipping his beer, keeping it close to him. He intended on finishing that quickly to drown out the anger he felt towards Frank. The anger wasn’t just towards Frank. It was towards himself. He was mad that he couldn;t man up and realized he deserved more than someone just trying to get down his pants. At the same time, Frank could’ve just responded to a text instead of sending him pouty songs.

“Shit, I didn’t think that far ahead.” Bert responded, sipping his own beer.

“No? How far ahead did you think?” Gerard asked with a smirk.

“When I get to kiss you.” With that, Gerard set his beer on the coffee table and climbed into Bert’s lap, placing a thigh on either side.

“Didn’t think it be this soon, huh?” Gerard asked in a tease and Bert looked at him. He was shocked by the boldness, but couldn’t hide that he was turned on.

“No, but I’m not gonna complain.” He leaned up to set his beer on the coffee table, wrapping both his arms around Gerard after.

“I hope not, but if you did, I’d have to shut you up.”

“Well in that-” Gerard cut Bert off with a kiss. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. It was angry. Bert didn’t care to question that, he was just excited to have Gerard where he wanted him, and so quick too. They took a few minutes to find a rhythm. They had two different kissing styles that didn’t work well, neither one cared. Bert slipped tongue first, eliciting a soft moan from Gerard. Bert smirked against Gerard’s lips, gently rolling his hips against the other man. Gerard let out a soft moan and a quiet “shit”, working his own hips.

“You’re incredible.” Bert spoke against Gerard’s lips. “Sound so good for me, baby. ALl for me.” Burt purred, continuing to roll his hips.

“I can say the same about you, but Bert, I don’t want to go all the way tonight.”

“That's alright, I’m happy to be here.” That wasn’t entirely true but Bert was going to take what he could get. The pair continued making out, exchanging moans and little whimpers. Gerard had moved off of Bert’s lap, palming the other man over his slacks before undoing the fly and button.

“So hard for me.” Gerard purred and moved his kisses down Bert’s neck, He worked the sensitive areas carefully, being sure to not leave a mark. He took Bert’s cock out of his boxers, slowly causing his thumb to collect some of the pre-cum before stroking his cock. Bert groaned softly and tipped his head, exposing more of his neck for Gerard.

“Shit, baby. This alone feels better than anyone else. Fuck.” Bert wasn’t lying. He bucked his hips into Gerard’s hand. He was in his world of bliss in the palm of Gerard’s hand. It was a matter of minutes until Bert finished in Gerard’s hand, moaning his name. Gerard smirked and rode out Bert’s orgasm, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“God, Gee, I didn’t know artists were good with their hands.” He chuckled and stroked the others' hair.

“I play piano too.”

“Even better, baby. Where’s your bathroom?” Bert asked, tucking himself back into his boxers and sliding his slacks back up.

“Oh, uh, down the hall, second door on the left. The door should be open already.” Gerard said a little disappointed he didn’t get anything back but that’s what he was settling for.

Gerard didn’t hear back from Frank all weekend. The anger had subsided and now he was just sad. Walking into his classroom with no cup of coffee from Frank and not even a glance. Gerard didn’t understand what he did wrong but he’d figure it out. He always did.

The morning dragged on. Gerard teaches freshmen and sophomores the first half of the day. They weren’t doing the fun stuff yet. Gerard worked at the pace of the class. When lunch rolled around, Gerard snuck his way into Frank’s classroom. He had brought food from home. He was tired of shitty public school food. Sat in a chair across from Frank's desk in the rehearsal room, Gerard began working on his burrito.

Frank’s weekend was rough. He had drunk too much Friday and was hungover Saturday. Sunday he was just MIA. Not wanting to look at anyone, talk to anyone. That carried onto Monday, except not in front of the students. He wouldn’t do that to them, that wasn’t fair. He didn’t talk to anyone, especially Gerard and Bert.
When he walked into class after getting some vegetables to go with his lunch from home. He stopped in his steps, staring at Gerard.

“Oh, Hi. I figured since I couldn’t get anything out of you, I’d try today. Frank, what did I do?” He asked, setting down his burrito. Frank sighed softly and sat in his chair across from Gerard.

“I saw you and Bert.”

“Oh..”

“Yeah. Honestly, Gerard, what the fuck do you see in him?”

“He’s nice..”

“And so am I! You’ve said it yourself. What is the age difference? The fact that for, some fucking reason you feel inferior to me?! Think I’m just trying to get down your fucking pants?” He didn't intend to raise his voice but when he cared, he cared hard. Gerard swallowed and his hands shaking in his lap. He had no excuse. “If you’re not gonna say anything, just go. Do us both a favor.”

“Frank..I..it's complicated?”

“Complicated?! What the fuck do you mean complicated?!”

“I-” Gerard swallowed. “I have a lot I’m just not ready to open up yet with. I know it’s stupid and I know it doesn’t make any sense. A part of it is too..I just don’t know if I’m ready for you. You’re so put together and I’m a mess internally and externally. I know it's stupid and I’m risking losing any chance I have with you. You’re not a second option, Frank. I don’t want to hurt you more than I am. I don’t want to pull you on my downward spiral.”

Frank sighed and rubbed his temples. “Gerard, please leave. I don’t want to deal with this here and I need time to think alright? I promise this time I’ll text back, okay?” His tone was cold, but honest. He was mad sure, but he understood. He had done the same thing when he was Gerad’s age and younger.
With a simple nod, Gerard grabbed his items and made his way out of Frank’s classroom, shutting the door behind him. Frank sighed and rubbed his face “He’s going to be the death of me I fucking swear.”

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Truth be told, Frank didn’t text back that day, or the next, or the next. In fact he had a good long week of thinking. He really had to sit with his feelings, put a guard up, draw boundaries with that gorgeous idiot. It was October 11th, a Saturday, twelve o’clock pm.

‘Would you be willing to meet up for coffee today?’ Frank didn’t have to wait more than a minute for a reply.

‘Yes. Edison’s in an hour work? If not, I'm free until six.’ Gerard sent back. He had plans with Bert to go out. Bert was taking him to some bar, which Gerard was so excited for, sarcastically. He wasn’t enjoying getting to know Bert. He didn’t know how to cut it off, or when.

During his own week, Gerard sat with himself in a ball of self destruction. He hadn’t drawn anything so dark in such a long time, let alone write anything. The feelings didn’t feel good, but he felt better being like glass shattered on the floor. He could be him. That was another battle he wasn’t quite winning, nor losing.

‘Edison's works. I’ll see you in an hour.’ Short and sweet, just like himself. Probably better to stay that way.

The hour drew in quicker than both men expected. Gerard had shown up at twelve forty five, going up to the counter when he saw Frank approach so he could order both their coffees. Frank walked inside and took a spot in the corner with two chairs, waiting for the other to approach. Gerard did minutes later, both coffees in tow. Handing one off to Frank, Gerard sat in the chair diagonal.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.”
“I know.” The pair sighed in sync, unsure of where to start. This conversation wasn’t going to be easy. What felt longer than it really was, Gerard clutched his coffee close for comfort.

“I’m sorry. I..really struggle with opening up. I should’ve been more honest about that. I don’t know what I see in Bert. I guess it's self-destruction, but if you wouldn’t mind, I’d rather talk about that behind closed doors.”

“Thats fine, continue.”

Gerard sighed through his nose “I worry about the gap. Like you’ve said you’ve got those thirties expectations and I have..the pressure of making it or breaking it ya know? I’ve never really had to adult like this. Its a fucking mess.” He giggled nervously to himself. “Know my intentions aren’t bad and I really enjoy our friendship, despire this fucking mess. You intimidate me, in a good way. Push me in ways I need and, I’m sorry I’m struggling to allow myself to really just, do it ya know? Grow up I guess.”

Frank sipped his coffee as Gerard spoke. He knew he was being guarded. Granted, he couldn’t help but soften a little. Gerard was being authentic and truthful. It was what he wanted to see.

“I accept your apology. I do. It was a little immature of me to throw a fit about you being with Bert. You’re an adult, a terrible one, but you’re learning and I’m not much better.” The pair giggled a little. “I still want to be a part of your life. I’ve been teaching since I was twenty two, but I’ve been a tutor and in bands. I know when someone's special and you are. That's why I refuse to let you get away so easily. Sounds a little creepy I know, but it's the truth.”

“If I didn’t love horror movies, I’d be terrified.” Gerard giggled softly, visibly relaxing.

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right.”

‘Look, Gerard, I’m not happy you’re with Bert. He’s not what you think he is, if he hasn’t shown it already. I’m gonna let you self-destruct. I brought my popcorn.”

“I feel supported.”

“Depending on the damage I’ll be there to pick you up with a massive I told you so.”

Gerard huffed and muttered a soft “fine.” Frank grinned in reply.

“So are we okay? This week without you hasn’t been fun.” Gerard asked, pulling a soft look in his eyes.

“For now, we’re okay. I’ll need to have boundaries, okay. I can’t let myself fall for you anymore. We can talk, hang out sometimes, but nothing more.”

Gerard nodded understanding. He didn’t like that he’d have to cut back time with Frank but that was his own fault. He dug his grave and now it was time to lie in it.

After a couple hours of conversation with Frank, the pair went their separate ways. Gerard, back to his apartment, and Frank over to Ray’s house.
Frank walked in, unannounced. It used to bother Ray, now it was Frank’s fault if he saw something he didn’t want to see.

“Kitchen!”

“Ya know Ray, If i was a murder you’d be fucked.”

“Only thing you’d have against me is a gun.” Ray said and turned to look at Frank with a grin. Frank rolled his eyes and sat up at the bar, leaned against the counter.

“How’d everything go?”

“It went well actually. He, finally, opened up. He,still, is a dumbass.” Frank sighed.

“Shocker.” Ray muttered under his breath. “I really don’t know what you see in him! I’ve only ever seen him in one picture. Heard about him from you, way too many times. I don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself! You’re borderline just as self destructive as he is!”

“I know, but, he has so muhc potential-”

“Another red flag!”

“Alright, fuck this, I’ll invite him over for the party you throw me every year.”

“If your birthday gets fucked up because of him, I’m kicking his ass.”

“And I’ll never speak to him outside of work-related reasons. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Gerard wasn’t excited for his date with Bert. They were going to some bar Bert said he frequented. Gerard had never been a fan of those places. He didn’t dress as nice as he used to, a leather jacket, old t-shirt and some jeans with his hair a mess. His mind was plagued with Frank and the shit the other man had said over a cup of coffee, How it was obvious he was fucking up. If Frank noticed it, who else did? Probably everyone, even people who didn’t know who Bert was other than his name. When Bert arrived at Gerard’s apartment, he knocked a little more aggressively than usual. Gerard sighed softly before opening the door, already smelling the liquor. 

“Hey.” Gerard spoke softly before stepping out. Bert immediately raised an eyebrow. 

“The hell, you aren’t dressed up and you don’t seem excited. I was gonna show you off tonight.” 

“I am Bert, I just didn’t feel like anything too flashy. You said it was a fucking bar anyway.” 

“Careful with that attitude before I ring up a tab in your name.” Bert grabbed Gerard’s waist and led him down to the car. Gerard tensed a little but he’d figure out a way to drive home, if he even made it back. The drive was awkward and was filled with the sound of Bert rambling about stories from this bar. The types of situations he got himself into with public sex and being too intoxicated and accidentally breaking furniture. 

When they got to the bar, which really felt more like a club, Gerard and Bert made their way to the bar. Bert ordering a shot and Gerard ordering coffee. That confused bert, but of course Gerard had some lie, saying he was tired. Bert rolled his eyes and took the shot, leaving Gerard alone. He took a seat at the bar, hunched over.

“Some guy you got there huh?” The stranger asked, looking over at Gerard. 

“You could tell?”

“Not hard to. The names Adam.” 

“Gerard.” 

“You usually order coffee at a bar?” 

“No, I usually don’t come here at all. My date, the one who left, brought me here. Coffee just reminded me of someone else.” 

“Another lover?”

“It’s complicated, but I’d like him to be.” 

“Why isn’t he? He not like you back or something?” 

“No he does. I, why am I even telling you this personal shit?” Gerard sipped his coffee to which Adam shrugged. 

“Easier to tell a stranger. I can judge you or I couldn’t. Either way it doens’t matter because who knows if we’ll ever see each other again. It doesn’t affect you and it doesn’t affect me.” 

“Yeah, I can’t argue there.” Gerard sighed softly, sipping his coffee again. 

“So tell me, everything. I’m invested now.” Adam turned to face Gerard a little better. He was nosey and wanted to know. He had a feeling that the kid needed this too. Gerard sighed and rubbed his face. 

“Coworkers, me and my date then this other guy. Other guy spoils me for just being friends, he's already admitted he finds me attractive. Told me he knows I’m fucking up and I need to pull my head out my ass and do whats best for me.” 

“Why won’t you?”

“I feel so inferior to this guy. He's a Berklee graduate, while working on a PHD from Julliard, I think. He’s so accomplished for being twenty-eight. I don’t know what he sees in some twenty two year old, fresh from college, art school might I fucking add. He’s got his own place, I got some shit apartment, he’s not a wreck mentally like I am but he’s not perfect if he was chasing me. I feel like I’ll ruin him with my own bullshit. My unknown ambition with his known. My terrible handling of emotions, I’m fucking word vomiting problems onto a stanger in a bar because I’m with someone I know I don’t deserve, but conflicted because I don’t think I deserve better.” Gerard groaned and the stranger chuckled. 

“You’re making my night Gerard. You want me to be honest?” Gerard responded with a nod and desperate look in his eyes. 

“You need to leave that guy, and go get your fucking husband. Whoever this good coworker is, if he’s giving you so much now, imagine what he’d do as a partner. I’m confused too as to why you think so low of yourself. I know I don’t know you other than this conversation, but what I do know is you’re not as stupid as your decisions make you seem. You’re comfortable with negativity, like any New Jerseyian. Tell me, aren’t you sick of your own bullshit? The self loathing, the poor decisons, ugly men. Why don’t you try looking at what this guy sees. A handsome, seemingly ambitious, kind young man.” Adam sipped his drink while Gerard just stared, flabbergasted. He didn’t know what to say or what to do. He just stared. Something about Adam finally made him drink the water he had been led to.

“I..” Gerard sighed and rubbed his face. “Fuck, man your’re right. I think you’re over exaggerating with the husband thing.” 

“I assure you I’m not. Tell ya what, I gotta go. You try and make the best of your night with what ya got. Though-” Adam cut himself off and grabbed a napkin, writing down his name and phone number. “I want an invite to the wedding or if you said fuck all to my advice. Either way, I’ll be proven right.” Adam slid the napkin into Gerard’s hand. “You have a good night, Gerard.” 

“Y-yeah, you too.” Gerard stuttered and quickly shoved the napkin in the same pocket with his keys. He leaned his head on the bar. This water didn’t taste good and it burnt his fucking throat. He was more than sick of his own bullshit. 

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That night, Gerard didn’t cut things off with Bert. Bert was too drunk for Gerard to say anything. He wasn’t shocked. He was just grateful he conned the other to let him drive home. He didn’t understand why Bert was so protective of his fucking Honda Civic. 

Gerard didn’t talk to Bert the next day either. He sat with himself, binged on chocolate, cried, drew, and screamed at himself. He was truly over his own bullshit. He had goals he wanted to accomplish despite how bad he felt about himself. It was like oxygen to him. He wasn’t going to do that if he kept down the road he wasn’t going down. It scared the utter shit out of him. 

At school, Gerard didn’t talk to Bert and to Frank. He wasn’t him. His classes weren’t as cheery, his assignments a little darker than usual. It was talked about amongst students, so of course staff heard. 

Bert didn’t really seem to care, just brushing it off as being dramatic. Frank on the other hand was worried. This wasn’t like Gerard, and he wanted to help him. He couldn’t. It wasn’t fair to himself, but he knew Gerard would come to him when he was ready. Waiting was going to drive him even fucking crazier. 

Thursday came, dinner with Elena. Gerard always looked forward to that. He needed her support right now. He felt in a weird limbo between letting the old version of him die and letting the new version be born. He walked into Elena’s house, immediately embracing her in a hug and breaking down into tears while the smell of chicken noodle soup filled the air. 

“Geebear, oh honey.” She spoke, her tone soft but full of shock. “Why are you crying?” She asked, trying to pull away to look at Gerard. Gerard held onto her tighter and refused to show his face as his tears turned into soft cries. It broke Elena’s heart hearing and seeing her grandson like this. She hated seeing him under stress and in pain whether it was mental or physical. She gave him a few minutes to get it out before she was able to pull away. She looked at him and wiped his tears. “Go sit on the couch. We’re not gonna have dinner at the table.” He nodded and made the short walk to the living room. He already grabbed the two small fold out dinner tables. Elena came out with soup in bowls on plates with a grilled cheese on Gerards, cut diagonal as he always liked as a kid. She set it down before she sat down next to Gerard. “Rocky Horror after you tell me what's going on?”

“Do I have to?” 

“Gerard.” 

Gerard sighed softly and stared at his soup. “Growing up sucks. Everyone fucking sugar coated how rough it be.” 

“No one lied Gee. We all just go through different things in our adult lives. C’mon, what's got you growing up now?”

“I’m tired of my own bullshit. I’m tired of self destruction and wasting away..I’ve done it for too long. It's scary to not be in that comfort zone ya know? I gotta cut it off with the guy I was going on dates with and fucking hope Frank will give me a chance.” Gerard spoke quickly. Elena raised a brow. 

“You’re seeing someone?”

“Another coworker. He’s not great. You won’t meet him. He is all beside the point.” Gerard ate some of his soup while Elena just hummed in response. 

“I remember being in your shoes once. It was when I met your grandfather. I was rebelling against my parents, making god awful decisions. Got arrested the night I met your grandfather.”

“You what?” 

“Public Indecency. Pissed in a bush while I was drunk, held a conversation with your grandfather because I thought he was attractive. Someone I got his number and called him sober after I got out of jail. We clicked, went on a few dates but he gave me the same ultimatum as Frank’s giving you. You see how it worked out.” She pinched his cheek, knowing it agitated Gerard. 

Gerard scrunched his face with a soft whine. He glared at her a little while she chuckled and ate her own soup. Gerard was quiet, taking small bites of his dinner. He spoke up eventually “Why do I have to be so much like you?” 

“Don’t ask me Gerard. Don’t ask your parents either. Trust me, they’re just as frustrated with you being a mini me as you are.”

Gerard giggled sadly. “How should I approach all of this.” 

“Baby, you’re born and raised in fucking New Jersey. Rip off the bandaid. Be blunt. Cut this guys dick off if you have to.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

That was the end of the conversation. Gerard went ahead and turnd on Rocky Horror for the night. He earned it. 

That next day, Gerard seemed a little more like himself. A little more pep in his step, not one hundred percent, but maybe eight-five. Frank noticed it and grinned a little. It was supposed to be for himself but Gerard caught it, shooting one right back. Bert raised a brow when Gerard totally ignored him. 

“The fuck was that?” Bert muttered. It was early and he was heading to the teachers lounge  after seeing Gerard walk that way, Frank was heading back to his class. Frank turned to look at Bert, a smirk on his face. 

“Just Gerard, being Gerard.” He responded, continuing his walk back to his class. Bert walked into the teachers lounge, grabbing Gerard’s ass. 

“Hey, sexy.” 

“Get off.” Gerard spoke coldly, stopping all his movements. 

“Excuse me?”

“Oh good, you heard me. I said get off. Move your hand off my fucking ass before my hand collides with your face.” 

“Whats your problem?” Bert asked, genuinely confused but irritated. He hadn’t ever seen Gerard like this. He didn’t like it and wasn’t going to put up with it either. 

“Something we’ll deal with later. Leave me alone.” Gerard spoke, grabbing his coffee and walking away. Bert scoffed and muttered something under his breath. 

All day Gerard had been avoidant of anyone who wasn’t a student. With them, he was back to his normal self. When lunch came around he sat alone in his room. Frank couldn’t help but ignore his boundaries, he was too curious. He walked into Gerard’s room. 

“Bad time?”

“Surprised to see you here.”

“Surprised you’re in a mood.” Frank sat down in his usual spot across from Gerard’s desk. “Talk to me, Goose.”

Gerard sighed softly. “Frank, it's so much I can’t cover it all in thirty minutes. Will a shortened down version work?”

“For now.”

“Some random guy in a bar basically told me to get over my own bullshit, I’ve had about ten mental breakdowns since Saturday, Bert grabbed my ass and I about punched him in the fucking face because I gotta find the best time that isn’t school premises to leave his ass then hope I still got a shot with you.” Gerard’s face went red. He didn’t intend to say that last part. Frank was eating an apple, his chewing slowing down before he swallowed. 

“Wow, that..sounds like you’ve had an amazing week.” 

“Tell me about it.”

“I can make it more amazing.”

“How so?” 

“Ray, a buddy of mine, he’s cool as fuck, you’d love him. He throws a halloween party for my birthday. You’re welcome to come as long as you show up in costume and leave Bert so you can keep your shot with me.” Frank smirked as Gerard stared. This was real. Fuck. 

“I-I-yeah..okay. That sounds great actually. Thank you..”

“No need Gerard, no need.” 

Halloween rolled around pretty quickly. Gerard was excited, other than for the black eye he was still healing from. He had called things off with Bert a week after the bar incident. Then a few days later he showed up at Gerard’s apartment, intoxicated. Him and Gerard got into it, someone left with a broken nose and Gerard stayed home with a black eye. He lied the following week saying he had scratched his eye to everyone, though there were suspicions due to Bert’s nose being in a cast. That wasn’t stopping Gerard’s Halloween plans. 

Showing up to Ray’s right on time, Gerard dressed as a nurse. He didn’t have anything better. He went without the eye patch. His eye not swollen but still a faint shade of purple and yellow. He’d lie and say it was makeup he couldn’t get off. He knocked on Ray’s door, hands in front of himself. Beer in hand, Ray answered. 

“Can I help you?”

“Oh! Um…Frank invited me. I’m Gerard.”

“Holy shit, I didn’t think you’d show. Shit, now I’m out twenty bucks.” He chuckled and Gerard just smiled. “Come in! Help yourself to drinks. I think Frank’s still outside smoking.” Ray moved out of the way and let Gerard. 

“Thanks Ray? It's Ray right? Frank’s talked about you but never put a face to the name.” 

“What an asshole. Probably scared I’d steal you or something.” He teased and Gerard giggled.

“I know, he’s terrible for that. He just had to get to me first.” They laughed again while Ray showed Gerard the kitchen where the alcohol was. Gerard made himself a mixed drink and brought Frank another beer outside. Gerard started singing ‘Happy Birthday’, causing Frank to turn around quickly. 

“Gee! Hi!” Frank giggled already drunk. “How did my nurse know I needed another beer?”

Gerard shrugged with a beaming smile. “His new werewolf friend might have told him.” 

“You met Ray?”

“Yeah, he’s cool so far. You’re lucky I didn’t meet him sooner.”

“Would’ve taken care of him first?”

“Hm, now that I think about it. No, you’re looking a little pale, like a vampire.” Gerard teased about Frank’s costume. He had seen the fangs when Frank giggled. 

“You gonna nurse me back to health?”

“I’ve already started.” He clinked his own mixed drink against Frank’s beer bottle. Frank gasped, having forgotten about it already. 

“Shit you’re good!” Frank looked at Gerard, his smile falling. “Your eye.” He gently touched it, causing Gerard to flinch. “You can’t say it's failed makeup now. That from Bert?”

“Yeah. He showed up and wanted to ‘ruin my looks’ in my apartment the other night.” Gerard grabbed the cigarette from Frank’s mouth and took a drag. 

“He could never do that. You still look amazing.” Frank smiled at Gerard. He was a flirtatious drunk, but he could fall head over heels for Gerard at that moment. 

The rest of the night, Frank and Gerard hung out. Playing games with other party goers, singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Frank, and more alcohol. They both were intoxicated and due for hangovers in the morning. Gerard had gone to the bathroom, walking out and straight into Frank. His drink spilled over both of them. 

“Shit! Oh my god, I’m so so sorry Frankie, fuck.” Gerard panicked while Frank laughed. 

“It's okay, go to the guest room. I have a shit ton of clothes I’ve left here in there.” Gerard nodded to Frank’s words, little tears leaving his eyes. 

“Don’t cry. It’s okay. I’ll be there in a minute. I really gotta piss.” Frank told Gerard, wiping away his tears. 

Gerard made his way to the guest room. Sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at his now stained, nurse costume. The white, now red. Frank walked in shutting the door behind him. 

“Don’t be so sad, Gee. Look on the bright side. You’ll be in my clothes. Which don’t get me wrong you looked great in that but, you’ll look better.” Frank smirked, teasing Gerard with a little wink. Frank grabbed an old Misfits shirt and plain pajama pants. When he turned around, he saw Gerard already taking off his dress. He couldn’t help but stare. 

“Frank? You okay?” Gerard asked, his cheeks still having little stains of tears.                                                                                                                                                          

“I..fuck it. Gerard, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” Frank couldn’t help himself anymore. He had wanted to kiss Gerard all night and now was the moment. He sat down next to the other, placing a hand on his cheek.

“Been wanting you all night..” Frank purred softly, Gerard’s cheeks heating up. Much to Frank’s shock, he felt Gerard’s lips on his. They tasted like vodka but felt like home. Their lips moved in a perfect rhythm. Frank’s hands moving to finish taking off Gerard’s dress. They exchanged little moans when they would reattach their lips. Gerard’s arms had moved to wrap around Frank’s neck, Frank pulled Gerard into his lap. 

“Are you okay with this?” Frank asked.

“One hundred percent.” Gerard kissed Frank harder, immediately slipping his tongue into Frank’s mouth, earning a moan. Frank held Gerard impossibly close, savoring the taste of alcohol until Gerard pulled away, kissing down to Frank's neck. Frank tipped his head to the side, allowing more room for Gerard. As Gerard left little marks, and maybe one too big, Frank's breaths grew shaky and his hand tangled in Gerard’s hair. 

It didn't take long for Frank's shirt to be off and discarded somewhere in the room, Gerard now on his knees in front of Frank after littering his chest with hickeys. 

“Shit, I didn’t know you were a vampire.” Frank chuckled softly, running his hands through Gerard’s long black hair. His eyes filled with drunken lust but love too. 

“Good. You weren’t supposed to be able to tell.” Gerard teased back before Frank stood up. “Hey what the hell?”

“As much as I love to see those pretty lips around my cock, I don’t trust your gag reflux thanks to alcohol.” He picked Gerard up from the floor, setting him on the bed. “I think it's about time we get these clothes off, sugar.” Frank purred, gently biting Gerard’s earlobe. Gerard’s breaths grew shaky and broke with little moans as Frank took the costume off Gerard. Frank leaned back on his knees, staring down at the other man. 

“Fucking hell..” Frank ran his hands down Gerard’s bare waist. “You’re so beautiful..can’t wait to be inside you.” He leaned down to kiss Gerard, undoing his own pants and boxers. He kicked them off without breaking a rhythm. Gerard moaned into the kiss, biting at Frank’s bottom lip on occasion. 

“Theres lube in the drawer by your head, sugar. Mind grabbing it?”

“Yes, sir.” Gerard’s face turned a deep shade of red. 

“Sir? Hm, that’s new..kinky thing you are huh?”

Gerard rolled his eyes and grabbed the lube for Frank. Frank grabbed the lube then placed a hand around Gerard’s throat. Gerard moaned on contact, Frank chuckled to himself. “I may be drunk, but I’m not forgetting that.” He kissed Gerard’s forehead. Frank soon poured a little lube over Gerard’s entrance then two of his fingers. Gently teasing before pushing one in. Gerard moaned, looking between Frank and his hand. 

“You okay, sugar?” Frank asked, slowly moving his finger. Gerard nodded quickly. 

“I-I can take more..”

“Nasty little thing. So greedy for some fingers huh? Just crave feeling full?”

Gerard gasped a little and nodded, Frank slid in a second finger “Use your words.”

“Y-yes sir!”

“Good boy.” He purred.

A few minutes passed before Gerard had told Frank he was good and wanted him without protection. Frank wasn’t going to pass that up. He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, moaning in time with Gerard. 

“God, you’re so fucking tight Gee. You doing okay, sugar?”

“S-so good sir..fuck. Don’t stop.” 

Frank listened and soon bottomed out, grabbing Gerard’s legs and putting one over each shoulder. He leaned down to kiss Gerard. 

“Move.” Gerard whispered. Frank did as told, his thrusts slow and shallow while Gerard got used to the size. Frank felt perfect to him. Frank soon sped up his thrusts, going fast and hard into Gerard. Under Frank, Gerard was a moaning mess. He pulled at Frank’s hair and clawed at his back. 

“Such a good boy.” Frank moaned and wrapped a hand around Gerard’s cock. “Mm so close, sugar. Want you to cum with me, think you can do that?” Frank panted, none of his rhythm stopping. 

“Y-yes sir!” Gerard moaned loudly. It was only a matter of a minute before they both finished at the same time. They panted heavily, Frank placing little kisses on Gerard’s face before pulling out and laying down next to him. He pulled Gerard close, not minding the filth for once.
“You forgot to get me a present, I guess this makes up.” Frank muttered into Gerard’s hair. 

“No I didn’t. It's in my car.”

“Shit..well..thank you. Though, it won’t beat this.” Frank kissed Gerard softly. Gerard smiled against the kiss. 

“Happy birthday Frankie.”