"Come on, Iero." Gerard nudged his snoozing boyfriend in the ribs, he stirred a little in reaction to the cool touch of his finger tips on his bare skin, but didn't wake from his slumber, "Frankie, we're going to be late." Gerard persisted, raising his voice and placing his hand on Frank's side to give him a shake. Frank groaned and opened his eyes slightly, "What time is it?" He asked in his groggy morning voice, Gerard couldn't help but smile at how adorable he sounded when he was still half asleep, yet another thing he could add to the endless list of reasons he loved Frank Iero. "Late. Get your lazy ass out of bed before I make you." Gerard threatened to no avail. "Make me." Frank replied, closing his eyes once again and pulling the blanket up further, hugging it tightly to his chest. Gerard sighed, he didn't know whether Frank's stubbornness was something he loved or something he despised, "You asked for it." He warned before tearing the blanket away, leaving Frank exposed in nothing but his underwear, and, being the middle of winter, it was fucking freezing. He acted quickly to position himself in a straddle over Frank's semi naked body and began tickling him relentlessly. "Fuck. Gerard. Hands. Cold. Stop. Please. I'm awake." He begged, shivering. A victorious smirk formed on Gerard's face, he'd won the battle. Pleased with himself, he leaned down to give Frank a good morning kiss. "Make me coffee, you asshole." Frank demanded, pushing the older boy off him. "Fine fine, just get dressed or we're going to be really late. I can't afford to be in shit with Mr Valdez again." He urged. He took Frank's grunt as an unhappy 'yes' and went downstairs to fetch coffee. Meanwhile, Frank reluctantly pulled on a pair of jeans he'd found on the floor, they were Gerard's and had probably already been worn three days in a row, but Frank didn't give a shit, he was freezing and probably would have worn leopard print leggings if they were the first thing he could get his hands on. He lazily finished dressing himself and made his way down the dirty, beige carpeted stairs, which were really more of a brown colour from all the years of having a teenage boy trod up and down them, usually wearing his filthy sneakers.
"Morning, Donna." Frank greeted his boyfriend's mother, attempting to sound cheerful and not at all like he wanted to walk into oncoming traffic. Which, really, wasn't necessary considering the only response he got was a slight "mmh", she didn't even look up from her laptop. Typical Way behaviour in the morning. "Coffee will have to be to go, Frankie. We're seriously late, no thanks to you." Gerard gave Frank an unimpressed stare. Frank accepted the warm thermos, wrapping his hands around it to relieve them of the cold burn of the winter air, "Well, maybe I would wake up on time if you didn't keep me up late every night with your dick." He retorted. Gerard's eyes widened in horror, "Frank!" He exclaimed through gritted teeth, nodding his head towards his mother, who he really didn't want to know all the details of his sex life. "S'okay. She's too focused on that screen to pay attention to our conversation." Frank smirked, "I could go into great detail about how I ride you nice and slow, how I drive you crazy and have you moaning my name, begging for more. Not a word of this is actually getting through to her brain." It took every ounce of Gerard's self restraint to prevent himself from slapping that sly grin off his stupid face, he was really pushing it, "We're leaving. Now." Gerard said sternly, picking his backpack up off one of the kitchen chairs and throwing it over his shoulder, he didn't bother to wait for Frank before he stormed out the front door, leaving his asshole of a boyfriend to chase after him.
"Gerard! Wait, I'm sorry. But you have to admit, I'm right. She didn't even flinch at what I said, your private life is still private." Frank pleaded once he caught up with Gerard. He looked at him with his big round eyes, ambushing him with that irresistible puppy dog look he'd mastered over the years.
"You're a dick, you know that?" Gerard refused to look him in the eyes, he couldn't succumb to those beautiful hazel irises. "But everyone knows how much you love those." This caused Gerard to shoot a dirty look in his direction, but considering he'd taken Frank's in his mouth just the night before, he wasn't really in the position to argue. "Shut your stupid mouth and hold my hand, Iero." He reached for Frank's small, pale hands and intertwined their fingers. Surprisingly, his boyfriend listened to him for once and didn't say another word until they'd reached school.
"I gotta run, if I'm late for Mr Valdez's class again he's gonna fail me for the whole term." Gerard sighed, "See you at lunch." He bent over, smiling slightly at the fact that to kiss him, Frank had to stand as tip-toed as physically possible. "Fucking disgusting faggots." A voice spat from their right, Gerard pulled away from the kiss to look in the direction of who the voice belonged to. Homophobic abuse was nothing new to them, since they'd come out, Frank and Gerard had been dealing with it non stop everyday. Mostly it was just verbal, but sometimes it got physical, which could be a real problem for Frankie, considering his tiny stature. "You're freaks of nature." The attacker continued. Of course, it was none other than Johnny Bradshaw, the usual perpetrator, a six foot tall meat head with a shitty undercut. As he walked past, he shoved Frank with his elbow, causing him to stumble. Gerard lent out a hand to help stabilize him, "Just ignore the prick." He instructed Frank. Ignoring the bullies was something Gerard had become very good at, they didn't phase him anymore, but it was a different story for Frank. He took their words so seriously, let them sink deep into his mind and slash at it until it could no longer be recognized as a fully functioning mind, but rather a bowl of soup, sour from all the foul things that had been thrown into it. "Consider the prick ignored." Frank smiled up at his greasy haired boyfriend, he couldn't let him see just how much he'd been affected by the conflict, he didn't want him worrying about him. "Get to class. I'll see you later." He unlinked his hand from Gerard's and walked off down the hall to his maths class, which was thankfully free of anyone of the likes of Johnny Bradshaw.
Frank exhaled a sigh of relief as the bell rang, signalling the end of the first two periods. Not that double maths wasn't totally fun or anything. He quickly shoved his things into his bag and raced out the classroom, heading out to where he and Gerard always met at lunch breaks. That was until he got kicked in the heels by someone behind him, "Jeez, watch where you're going." He snapped, turning around only to discover that the culprit was none other than Johnny Bradshaw, and his whole fucking crew were hovering around him. "I don't tend to notice when I stand on trash." Johnny retorted, receiving a series of 'ooh's' from his douchebag friends. Fucks sake, it wasn't even that good of a comeback. 'Just ignore them.' Frank remembered Gerard's words and tried his best to act on them, turning away from the pack of meat heads and continuing on his way, but apparently Johnny had other plans. "Don't walk away from me, faggot. I'm not done with you." He spat, pulling him back by the shoulders. "In case you haven't noticed, me and my buds here, we run this school. And we've given you and your fairy plenty of warnings, but you don't seem to be listening. We don't tolerate faggotry." He explained. Frank cringed at the use of the word 'faggot', he hated that term with a passion. "How about I show you how serious I am about this matter." He continued, then elaborated with a swift right hook, his fist meeting Frank's jawline and throwing his head back with the blow. This was just the first of a series of brutal punches, Frank staggering further and further back until he was pressed up against the lockers, defenseless, which was when Johnny finally stopped. He grabbed a fistful of Frank's shirt, pulling him closer and bending down so he was at eye level, it was quite condescending, "I hope you now understand, and take your homosexual activity elsewhere." He sneered, then shoved Frank back, sending him crashing into the lockers. Fuck, he was in a lot of pain. He lifted a hand to his lip, which was throbbing and clearly already swollen, his fingers came in contact with the warm wetness of blood. His ears were ringing with the hooting of Johnny and his gang retreating from what they considered a triumph. Attempting to ignore the pain in his face and back, Frank slowly made his way outside to meet Gerard.
"Frankie? Oh fuck, Frankie. What happened?" Gerard panicked once he spotted his bruised and bleeding beau walking towards him. "I'm sure you can work it out." He winced at the pain it caused him to talk, "Listen, uh, I think I'm gonna skip the rest of today." His words were barely understandable due to the fact that his bottom lip was swollen to the size of a ping pong ball. Gerard nodded understandingly, "I'll come with you." He offered, but Frank shoot his head in protest, "No. I kinda just want to be alone." Gerard opened his mouth ready to argue the matter, but Frank interrupted with a vehement kiss, one like they'd never shared before, it was filled with a burning passion and unbearable pain, with a hint of fear and a great deal of sadness. It was the kind of kiss shared between a man and wife as the husband departs to war. "I love you, Gerard. More than anything in this godforsaken world." Frank said, his voice shaking and tears brimming in his hazel eyes, he fought to keep them from spilling out. He was so sincere it almost scared Gerard, but he kept a strong front of Frank's sake, "I love you too Frank, so so much." He replied, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly, he never wanted to let go, but Frank had other plans, he look Gerard in the eyes, taking in the beautiful yet distraught gaze before he shook his hand off and turned to walk away, leaving Gerard standing there alone, his mind flooded with concern and heartbreak.