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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Bandom, My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank/Matt
  Character:
      Matt_Cortez, Frank_Iero
  Additional Tags:
      Consent_Play, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Alternate_Universe_-_BDSM
  Series:
      Part 43 of Slantverse
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-28 Words: 1167
****** Stucco Imprint ******
by Gala_and_Elle, gala_apples
Summary
     Frank is accosted in the back yard.
Frank shouts his last goodbyes and shuts the door behind him. He’s leaving a
little earlier than usual because it’s going to take longer to get home than
normal. He’s got to bike today, and maybe for the rest of the week. He doesn’t
have any other method of transport, all his normal chauffeurs are busy. Pete
and Sisky are locked in Pete’s bedroom for another week and a half. Ray is over
at the Ways trying to coax Gerard into a casual scene with one of their
friends. As per usual, Carden and Conrad and Jon aren’t over. Oddly, neither
are Victoria and Gabe and Nate. Butcher and Chiz bus, and neither Spencer nor
Keltie are gonna leave just to give him a ride. Frank’s alone in the world.
Except he’s not, because there’s a guy at the end of Ryan’s sidewalk, looking
at him. Checking him out, really.
Frank refrains from flipping him off. After all, if he’s a neighbour he might
report the behaviour to Mr Ross. If that happens and Mr Ross is in one of his
rare sober phases, he might actually care. And if he actually cares that Ryan’s
friends disrespected the neighbour, he might not let them come over. Frank’s
not interested in ruining everyone’s good time. As much as he likes to flip
people off, it’s not worth the potential price.
He goes around the house to the backyard. It’s all uneven patches of yellow
grass. The sole relief is the hacked tree in the corner against the fence.
According to Spencer, they had to cut off a few branches to stop it from going
into the neighbour’s yard. Truly, Ryan’s neighbours are a bunch of bitchy
assholes. Apparently the mom on the other side noticed the trike was out of
place and practically interrogated him. Like Ryan would even look at a bicycle.
His bike is leaning against the stucco. Frank grabs it, intending to walk it to
the street before he starts to ride. When he turns around with a handle in
hand, the same man is in front of him.
“Uh, you got the wrong back yard. This is the Rosses.”
“I’m not wrong about anything.”
What the hell can someone say to that? Besides the ever present option of
flipping him off, but Frank’s reasons still stand. “Uh. Okay?”
Frank attempts to steer around him so he can leave. At this point keeping quiet
in front of Ryan’s crazy possible neighbour is his best option. He only moves
the bicycle about a foot before the guy grabs his arm. Frank’s not traditional
at all, but how does the guy know that? For all he knows, it could be
incredibly offensive to Frank and his dom for someone else to touch him without
his dom’s permission. As it stands, Frank doesn’t want any random person
thinking they can grab him without his permission. “Fuck off!”
“No.”
“What do you want?”
It’s a rhetorical question, but the man answers. “My dick in your mouth.”
Frank snorts. “I don’t do outdoor scenes, and I have a boyfriend. So no, not
interested.”
“You’re wrong.” He takes another step into his space, hand still on his arm.
“Hey Ryan!” Frank starts shouting. He intends to finish something like your
creepy neighbour is being creepy. Before he can the guy puts his hand over his
mouth and nose. The hand on his arm gets menacingly tight.
“You’re going to suck my cock or things are going to get very ugly very
quickly.”
Frank has no trouble believing this guy has a weapon. People that commit
sexually violent acts outside of scenes are criminally insane at best, evil in
general. He doesn’t want to die, so he lets go of the bike and goes to his
knees.
He doesn’t do it right away. He pushes his jeans down to mid-thigh but he
doesn’t make Frank suck it immediately. Instead he grabs his dick and jerks it
for a minute before pressing the head featherlight against Frank’s chin. The
guy draws the circle of his lips a few times, a cruel reminder of what’s to
come.
Without warning it’s jamming past his lips, in his mouth. He doesn’t give Frank
a moment to get used to it, the heaviness on his tongue or the shape against
his throat. He just fucks Frank’s mouth like it’s his right. The guy’s strokes
are fast and furious, each bashing the back of his head on the wall, and
there’s nothing he can do about it. The repeated impact brings tear to his
eyes.
“Stand up. Face the wall.”
“But I. But. You came!” Frank’s positive he did. Every teaspoon of come went
down his throat, leaving a bad taste.
“That doesn’t mean it’s over.”
He’s pinned between the wall and the man, and suddenly fingers push against his
bruised lips. “Get them wet, it’s all you’re getting.”
For a frantic second Frank considers shouting. This might stop, if he shouted
loud enough, if he said the right things. He doesn’t shout. The man’s
fingernail scrapes against his upper lip and Frank opens his mouth. The pads of
the man’s fingers are salty as Frank works his tongue around them.
His fingers are as rough as his cock was. Frank squeezes against the stucco
wall when the first enters him. He can’t escape, there’s no way. The bumpy
grain rips harshly against his cheek, arms, thighs. It’s something to focus on.
The man fingers him, using him, and Frank chews the skin on the inside of his
bottom lip. Another thing to focus on.
“You’ve had me in your mouth, in your ass. I’ve had all of you, and you’ll
never forget it.” He sounds satisfied as he pulls away. He does more than takes
a step back, he walks until he’s turning around the side of the house.
He comes back a second later though. “Frank, you’re not coming?”
“I think. I think I need a minute.” It’s incredibly hard to think, but a minute
would probably be good.
“You’re hard. Do you want me to-”
Matt cuts himself off when Frank shakes his head. Frank swallows a few times,
then answers in words. “It wasn’t like that.”
“You want to tell me what it was like for you?”
“Not now.” It’s not his normal denial. He knows they’ll have to talk about
this. You can’t run a rape roleplay and not talk about it, before and after.
But he can’t do it right now.
“Are you okay with me touching you?”
Frank can see where some people would need distance after something like that.
A minute or a day to slot perpetrator back into boyfriend. He’s not one of
them. “Hug?” he offers, weakly. So weakly he’d normally roll his eyes at
himself, but now it seems okay. With Matt, it seems okay.
Matt curls around him as best as he can. He squeezes. It’s confining, and
loving, and safe. Frank knew it would be.
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