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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, Mikey_Way
  Additional Tags:
      Frerard, Top_Frank_Iero, Domination, Angst, Smut, Hand_Job, Blow_Job,
      Rough_Oral_Sex, sex_in_a_bathroom, Bullying, Homophobia, Frank_is_a_Piece
      of_Shit, But_He's_OUR_Piece_of_Shit, Sexting
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-15 Updated: 2018-01-02 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3545
****** All the Things We Put Each Other Through ******
by 2004frerard
Summary
     “Day after day, my life is a fucking nightmare. I can’t stand going
     back there every day just to be harassed endlessly. I don’t even know
     what to do at this point, it’s become so bad. I can’t run away. I
     can’t hide from him. It’s just a part of life and I’m afraid I’ll
     have to get used to it.”
Notes
     I have been on team “Gerard tops” since 2012 and oh boy I can’t
     believe I wrote this but here is a fic where Frank tops! I’ve kind of
     learned to see it from both sides. I just felt that it was more
     appropriate in this situation! Please let me know if you enjoyed!
***** Chapter 1 *****
“Day after day, my life is a fucking nightmare. I can’t stand going back there
every day just to be harassed endlessly. I don’t even know what to do at this
point, it’s become so bad. I can’t run away. I can’t hide from him. It’s just a
part of life and I’m afraid I’ll have to get used to it.”
“Gerard!” Annoyed, he looked up from his journal, black bangs sweeping across
his face. “What??”
It was uncommon for him to have any personal time with a little brother in the
house. He got up and opened the door to his bedroom. Greeting him there was his
younger brother, Mikey, with a grin on his face.
“Can I borrow your eyeliner?”
“Are you serious?”
“Please! I’m not gonna wear it to school now. Ray and I are going to a party
tonight and I wanna look cool!”
Mikey, Gerard’s younger brother, had seemed to have gotten a little bit edgier
over the summer. But what could he say? He was the one who owned it. With a
loud sigh, Gerard retreated back into his room and fished around in a seemingly
bottomless drawer for his eyeliner.
“Here you go,” he said, handing it over, “just go easy on it, ok? You’re not as
skilled with the pen as I am,” he smirked.
Mikey rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Thanks!” He skipped away. Gerard closed
the door and went back to his journal.
“It’s all just so overwhelming. He calls me a faggot every day since I came
out. It’s true, but it still hurts, you know? Wish me luck at school today. XO,
G”
With that, he closed the book and placed it back on the bookshelf.
Arriving at school, Gerard placed his excess books in his locker and withdrew a
painting that he had finished from his backpack. If there was any role that
Gerard fit perfectly, it was the art geek. He spent pretty much all of his time
drawing or painting, and was most recently incredibly proud of the self
portrait he had just done. With the portrait under his right arm and his
backpack over his shoulders, he made his way to his first class. He kept a
close eye out for trouble, but saw none as he walked. As he made his way
quickly around a corner, he bumped straight into… oh fuck. It was exactly what,
or rather who, he had been avoiding.
“Jesus, watch where you’re going, you fucking fag!” spat Frank Iero. Frank was
a short guy, but he was full of venom and would bite anyone who even looked at
him the wrong way. Gerard had become his newest target because he “looked like
a fairy” and “probably like to suck dick in his free time”. “Listen, I’m sorry.
I just need to go to class, ok?” Gerard apologized. Frank completely ignored
him. “What the fuck is this gay-ass shit?” Frank tore the portrait out from
under Gerard’s arm and took a closer look at it. “You painted yourself? I gotta
say, that’s pretty impressive, Way. It’s missing something, though.” He turned
to withdraw a marker from his backpack while Gerard grabbed at the portrait,
attempting to reclaim it. Frank whipped around and punched him, pulling the
portrait closer to him with a marker in hand. Gerard quickly drew back like a
wounded animal, holding his face. “Don’t fucking touch it, I’m not done with
the creative process!” he sneered. He uncapped the marker and in large black
letters wrote “FAGGOT” in huge letters across the face.
Frank dropped the painting to the ground and swiftly pinned Gerard against a
locker by his wrists. “There, now it’s an accurate self portrait. I fucking own
you, Way, and don’t forget it.” Gerard usually would’ve been fearful but today
he was feeling something very different. Frank had never been this close to him
before—just inches away from his face. Gerard was unsure what exactly caused
it—how close Frank was to him, the fact that Frank was touching him in such a
way he never had, or how he could smell coffee and cigarettes on Frank—but he
started to feel his cock harden. ‘What the fuck?? Stop that! This is NOT the
time,’ he thought to himself. He silently prayed that Frank wouldn’t see,
though he was unsure of how he could miss it through the skinny jeans he was
wearing.
“What’s the matter, Way? Don’t you have anything to say to me?” Frank
tormented. Gerard remained quiet, hoping he would just leave. Frank unpinned
him from the wall and stood back. ‘Thank God, he’s finally leaving,’ Gerard
thought. As he started to leave, Frank shifted his focus downwards. ‘Fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck!’ A devious smirk grew on Frank’s face. Gerard braced himself
for the worst and was surprised when Frank turned on his heel and walked away.
Too stunned to do anything, Gerard stood there, staring at his ruined art and
trying to process what the fuck just happened. He silently picked it up, threw
it in the trash, and proceeded to class.
After taking an F on his “non-existent” art, Gerard headed to the bathroom to
try and pull himself together. He stood in front of the mirror and splashed
cool water on his face, his hands covering his eyes. He remained like that for
a moment and breathed deeply. He heard somebody else enter the bathroom and
turned around. God damn it! Not again. “What’s up, fucker?” Frank sneered,
quickly approaching Gerard. After 5 months of being bullied, Gerard had never
fought back. Today, however, was different.
“You fucked with my art, that was too far! I’m so fucking sick of your
bullshit! I can’t even function because of how you treat me. I hope you fucking
die!” Gerard screamed. Frank looked startled. “I’m not going anywhere! You’d
better just get used to me.” He took Gerard’s chin in his hand, staring eye to
eye with him. Gerard looked into his eyes and saw something he’d never seen
before: lust? Gerard pushed his hand away and backed closer to the sink, trying
to escape Frank. “Don’t fucking touch me! I hate you!” He screamed. Frank
pushed him up against the sink.
“Don’t make me hurt you, pretty boy.”
Their faces, only inches apart, were slowly moving closer. Suddenly, Frank
crashed his lips onto Gerard’s, Gerard pulled back with a tingling sensation in
his lips and chest.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“What, don’t you like it?”
“I…” Gerard was shocked at how much he had enjoyed it. “I mean…”
“Come on, we both saw what happened today when I pushed you up against that
locker. I think you fucking liked it, then and now.”
“I did not!”
“I saw it in your eyes. You fucking want me, don’t you?”
“I—“
“Don’t lie to me.”
Gerard remembered how he had felt earlier that morning at locker and how being
kissed by Frank felt just now.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want you, Frank.”
Frank pressed his lips against Gerard’s again and slid his tongue into Gerard’s
mouth. Gerard, now sitting on the sink, wrapped his legs around Frank. Their
kiss was broken and Gerard tilted his head back while Frank roughly kissed his
neck. Frank ground his hips into Gerard’s, the stiffness growing in their
pants. “You love this, don’t you?” growled Frank. “Y-yes I—ugnhh” Gerard was
cut off by his own moan, caused by Frank palming his erection through his
jeans. “Do you want me to touch you?” Frank asked slyly. “Oh, please, Frank!”
He unbuckled Gerard’s belt, slipping his pants and underwear down his legs.
“Spit in my fucking hand,” Frank commanded, holding his right hand up to
Gerard’s mouth. He did so, and Frank put a firm yet gentle hand around Gerard’s
cock and began stroking. Gerard moaned at the contact and frank smirked at him.
He continued the motion, quickening his movements.
“Ahhh, Frank—fuck.”
“You’re such a slut for me, Way.”
“I’m getting so close, can I please come??”
“I wanna hear you fucking beg me.”
“Please Frank, I need to come, oh my god, please!”
“Come, slut.”
With those words, Gerard came in Frank’s hand.
“Jesus FUCK!” exclaimed Gerard, catching his breath.
Frank tried to hide his somewhat pleased smirk, but failed.
“I want you on your knees for me, pretty boy.”
Gerard got off of the sink and knelt on the bathroom floor. Frank unzipped his
pants and pulled down his boxers, his dick already hard. Gerard took the tip in
his mouth and began sucking. Frank moaned as he took it deeper. He grabbed
Gerard by the hair, guiding his cock in and out of Gerard’s mouth vigorously.
His motions became sloppier as came closer to his finish. He pulled his cock
out of Gerard’s mouth.
“Stick that fucking tongue out, whore.”
Gerard did as he was told. Frank stood over him, moaning as he stroked his
member and climaxed into Gerard’s mouth.
“Goddamn, that was the best head I’ve ever gotten,” Frank said, out of breath.
Gerard blushed slightly at this strange praise and got up off the floor. Frank
quickly regained his air of authority.
“I’ve gotta go. See you later, Way.”
Frank turned to leave, but not before he smacked Gerard’s ass and winked.
***** Chapter 2 *****
It had been a few days since the bathroom incident. Frank had left Gerard alone
since then—in fact he hadn’t even seen Frank since. Gerard was standing at his
locker, putting his books away and about to go to lunch. He practically jumped
when he closed the locker door and Frank was standing on the other side.
“Jesus, Frank, you scared me. What’s up? I haven’t seen you since…well…”
Frank sneered.
“Since what? Since I improved your little art project? You should be thanking
me, Way.”
“What? I—uh…why are you acting like this? Do you not remember what the fuck
happened?”
“Yeah, I ruined your faggy ass art.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re still going to treat me like shit, man?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? You deserve it.”
Gerard had had enough. He put his hands on Frank’s chest and shoved him
backwards.
“Fuck you, Frank! I thought…never mind. Just fuck you!”
By this time a small crowd was beginning to gather. Frank looked shocked, as if
he couldn’t believe that Gerard had the courage or ability to push him.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Way.”
“Hey! What’s going on over here?”
Both of the boys turned around, seeing Mr. Ross the history teacher advancing
quickly towards them.
“Nothing, Mr. Ross,” Gerard replied. Mr. Ross gave them a suspicious look
before continuing down the hall. The crowd surrounding them began to disperse
and soon they were the only two left in the hallway. “I gotta go,” said Frank,
turning to leave. “Wait,” Gerard said suddenly. “Yes?” Frank questioned. “I…I’m
sorry I shoved you. I didn’t mean to. I just don’t know why you’re still
treating me this, even after what we did.” Frank let out a long sigh, “Gerard,
I’m scared.” Gerard was puzzled, “You’re scared? Why?” “Nobody can know about
us. Ever. I’ve got too much of a badass reputation at this school—I can’t go
around kissing boys. Nobody will even take me seriously after that.” Gerard
felt his stomach turn.
“I understand. But I want to propose an agreement.”
“What’s that?”
“We continue…whatever this is in secret. I won’t tell anyone and you won’t tell
anyone. But at school, you leave me alone. You ignore me—I’m not even here, ok?
Just stop bullying me. I won’t tell anyone about us, don’t worry.”
 
Frank thought for a minute.
“Ok.”
 
 
Gerard sat down for lunch at his usual table with Mikey and Ray. As soon as he
sat down, Ray and Mikey exchanged nervous looks. “What?” Asked Gerard. “We’re
just…concerned for you. We know that asshole Frank Iero came up to you and
tried to start a fight today. What was up with that?” Questioned Mikey. Gerard
almost laughed. This was the first time anyone else had seen Frank giving him
shit. He always waited until there was no one there or did it in places where
the two of them were alone. It had never even crossed Mikey or Ray’s minds that
this wasn’t just a one time event.
Gerard calmly replied, “I dunno, I think I just did something to set him off.
It’s no big deal.” A small look of relief settled across both Mikey and Ray’s
faces. “Well, that’s good. Just stay as far away from him as you can. He seems
like kind of a dick. I mean I just get that vibe. I think he’s trying to be
punk but just comes across as mean. Who’s he even trying to impress with that
dumb lip ring anyway?” Ray laughed. Gerard laughed too, “I dunno. I’ll keep my
distance. You guys shouldn’t worry about me.” “Ok, we were just a little
nervous, that’s all,” explained Mikey. Gerard lied, “There’s nothing to be
nervous about.”
The rest of the day passed quickly. Now that Gerard didn’t have to worry about
Frank constantly attacking him, he could actually concentrate on school. Before
he knew it, school was over and he was back home. He was sitting on his bed
doing homework when his phone buzzed. He opened the message, seeing that it was
from Frank, who he had just given his number to after they had come to their
agreement.
“hey ;)”
“hey!”
“what r u up to?”
“in my room doing hw, hbu?”
“out for a smoke. going back inside soon. you alone?”
“yah”
“good. send me a pic”
“of what?”
“i think you already know”
Gerard’s stomach did a little flip. Sure, he’d had boyfriends in the past, but
he’d never sent a nude before. Christ, was he really gonna do this? He replied
to Frank.
“ok”
He set down his textbook and lay down on his bed. He closed his eyes and
unbuttoned his skinny jeans, trying to think of anything that would get him
hard. He thought about Frank and how he had dominated him in the bathroom. He
wanted more than that. He wanted Frank here to fuck him harder than he could
even imagine. He wanted Frank to be rough with him—to pull his hair and call
him his slut. Gerard stroked himself as these thoughts flew through his mind.
Before he knew it, he was hard as a rock. He pulled out his phone and took the
picture. He sent it, along with a message—“wish u were here”
“mmm i want you to touch yourself for me. send me a video”
Gerard wasted no time in recording himself as he vigorously pumped his cock. He
moaned quietly so that nobody else in their house would hear, but loud enough
so that Frank would. He sent the video.
“christ, that was hot. r u close?”
“yes”
“come for me. record it too.”
Gerard’s moans became louder as he came all over his stomach. He took a few
seconds to regain his composure and sent the video.
“mmm good boy. i think you deserve a reward. meet me in the 2nd floor boys
bathroom near the art room tomorrow at 7.”
“ok, i’ll see u then ;)”
 
 
The next morning, Gerard woke up at 6:15—earlier than he’d ever gotten up for
school before. He was nervous, but excited. He jumped in the shower and then
put on a classic combo of a Misfits tee and black skinny jeans. He carefully
traced his waterline with eyeliner and smudged it just right. There was a knock
on the bathroom door.
“Come in!”
It was Mikey.
“Dude, what the hell are you doing up so early? It’s 6:40. School doesn’t even
start until 8!”
“I have to meet with a teacher about a project at 7.”
Mikey eyed him suspiciously.
“Ok, but since when do you give two shits about anything school related?”
“I just do, ok? I’ll be out of the bathroom in a second.”
Mikey shook his head skeptically. “Ok, whatever.”
Gerard finished putting on his eyeliner and headed out the door for school. It
was only about 10 minutes walking distance so he was right on time. He arrived
at around 6:55. It was so strange seeing the school empty like this. Only a few
teachers had arrived. He made his way up to the bathroom. Nobody ever went in
this one, it was hidden in a weird corner and there were much nicer bathrooms
elsewhere. He pushed open the door and checked his watch. It was 6:58. Frank
still had time. He became a little nervous, and checked his reflection in the
mirror. He looked fine and needed to calm down. 7:00. Where was he? Gerard
looked out the window at the traffic outside. 7:02. Maybe he’d forgotten.
Gerard snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the door open. He spun around,
only to see Mr. Urie, the music teacher. “Oh, hey Gerard. You’re here early. I
spilled coffee all over everything,” he explained, grabbing a bunch of paper
towels. “Do you need help?” Offered Gerard. “Nah. I’m good, but thank you.” As
he continued dispensing a seemingly endless amount of paper towels, the door
swung open again. It was a very surprised Frank. Mr. Urie folded up his paper
towels. “Hello, Frank. It’s so strange to run into you all this early,
especially in here. I’m pretty sure that maybe 10 people know this bathroom
exists!” He joked. “Yeah, I’ve got to uh, work on a project and I had to pee,”
Frank lied. “Well, it was good seeing you both. Have a good day,” he said,
exiting the bathroom. Frank waited until he heard Mr. Urie’s footsteps fade
into the distance before quickly locking the door. He turned around to face
Gerard.
“I really liked what you sent me last night. In fact, I liked it so much that I
thought I should give you a little reward.”
“And what might that be?”
Frank strode over to Gerard and pushed him up against the wall, wasting no time
in bringing his lips to Gerard’s. Between rough, passionate kisses Frank
talked.
“I like it when you’re an obedient little slut for me. Kinda turns me on.
Doesn’t it you too? I know you like being my whore.”
“Mhmmm, I love it.”
“What are you?”
“I’m your fucking whore.”
Frank pulled down Gerard’s collar, sucking deeply on the skin there.
“Don’t you forget it,” he paused, “like I said, my slut deserves a reward for
being so good.”
Frank palmed Gerard’s already hard cock through his pants, causing Gerard to
let out a soft moan.
“You like that? You’re gonna like this even more, then.”
Frank unzipped Gerard’s skinny jeans and pulled them, along with his underwear,
to the ground. He spit on his hand and began to stroke Gerard’s dick. Then, to
Gerard’s surprise and delight, Frank got on his knees. He took the tip of
Gerard’s cock in his mouth and sucked gently, eliciting a soft moan from
Gerard. Gradually he began to take more and more of his length into his mouth,
keeping a steady rhythm. Gerard threw his head back against the wall and sighed
from pleasure. “Jesus, you are so good at this.” Frank continued, picking up
the pace a bit. He was able to take Gerard’s entire cock, the tip of it bumping
the back of his throat. Gerard let out a gasp and Frank knew that he was close.
He quickened his motions and Gerard came with a loud moan. Frank swallowed and
then winked at the sweaty Gerard who was leaning against the bathroom wall.
“Holy shit, that was fucking incredible.”
“You’re welcome.”
 
The bell rang for lunch, releasing Gerard from History. He made his way down
the hall to the cafeteria, noticing Frank leaving through a side door. Frank
quickly glanced at him and then blew a little air kiss and winked before
heading out the door, presumably to have a smoke. Gerard sat down to lunch,
grinning ear to ear. “What’s up with you?” asked Ray. Gerard quickly
straightened up, regaining his usually chill attitude, “Nothing, why?” “I
dunno, it just seems like something’s up. Why are you so…smiley today?” Ray
questioned further. “It’s taco day,” Gerard cooly lied. Ray and Mikey smiled,
exchanging equally unconvinced looks. Gerard’s phone let out a noise, signaling
that he had received a text. “Who’s that, then?” asked Mikey, “Ray and I are
both sitting right here!” Gerard picked up his phone, looking at the message:
Frank:
you wanna come out here n join me? i’ve got enough cigs for us both ;)
“It’s this guy in my history class, we’re doing a project together,” he quickly
lied again. “Whatever,” responded Mikey. “And I gotta go, he wants to work on
it right now,” Gerard said, getting up from the table. “During lunch? What kind
of a nerd did you pick as your partner?” Ray joked. Gerard rolled his eyes.
“See you guys later.” He responded to Frank:
on my way xo
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