iero_fiend_love

iero_fiend_love @ 2008-06-25T14:43:00

2008-06-25T18:47:59Z

Title: Demolition Lovers
Author: iero_fiend_love
Beta: None
Pairing: Fee/Gee
POV: First
Rating: This chapter, PG-15. Overall R.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't sue. I only own the plot.
Summary: How Gerard(my boyfriend Adam) and Frankie (me) came to be.
Authors Note: This chapter is depressing. Very depressing. Please remember. This is my life. Comments are MUCH appreciated.

1. The Hut, Say What?

A week or so passes, and the first day of school arrives. I haven't seen Gerard at all since at Pizza Hut that day.... But guess who is the first person I see when I walk into school.

"Hey, Frankie."
I smile, "Hey Gerard."
"It's nice seeing you again... Let me see your schedule."
I showed him and he frowned, "No classes. At all. That fucking sucks, babe."
I nod.
"Come here, I missed you."

He hugs me, and this time doesn't let go. Just pulls me to him and cuddles me, his hand on the side of my head, pressing it to his chest. I just sighed, letting it happen because he just happened to smell absolutely delicious.

He waddled me over to a group of Christian guys who were all in a band called Glory Be. My best friend Cory was in it, so I'd seen them play four or five times... And they were actually pretty damned good. They just looked at us and smiled.

Cory glanced, then did a double take.
"Again?", he mouthed to me, raising his thich eyebrow.
I shook my head slightly, as to now make Gerard aware of my secret conversation, "Not yet." I mouthed back.

The bell rang, unfortunately, and I imediately felt empty when Gerard let go of me.

"Want me to walk you to class?" he asked, slightly more shy than before.
I shrugged, "Sure."

And that happened the whole day. He had somehow memorized my schedule in the five seconds he had it in his hands and ended up wherever I was, walking me to every class but lunch. Different lunch periods blow.

When the last bell rang, I gathered my notebook and pencil in my backpack and walked out of class. Somehow, Gerard was already there, holding out his hand.

"Want me to walk you outside?"

I smiled, took his hand and walked outside with him. He kept hold of my hand once we were out the school doors, and pulled me close once again, hugging me tightly.

"Do you drive yet?" he asked quietly.
I shook my head, "No... My parents are a little crazy. I'd explain it, but I don't have enough time. I've got a bus to catch."
"I can always drive you home."
"I would... But Dick will be waiting at the bus stop to get me today. I have work at 3:30."
He frowned, "Alright, well, I got a job at TJ Max and I get off at seven. I'll come see you tonight, okay?"
I nodded, let go, and walked to my bus alone, getting on and sitting down.

As the bus pulled up to it's designated spot, my stomach began to hurt.

Let me go off track for a moment. Rich/Richard, otherwise known as Dick is my mom's second husband. I still to this day after four years of living with him, have no idea who this man truely is. Some huge, burley man who looks exactly a mean as shit version of Hagrid from the Harry Potter films.

He's a huge man, with a black and grey goat-tee, a long black and grey mullet (yes, mullet... Business in the front, party in the back), a gigantic gut, and a ghetto ass. He wears ratty cotton shorts all the time, a large t-shirt and a pair of scratched up glasses. He has now front two bottom teeth, and his underbite is hideous. What my mother see's in him, I'll never know.

Now as I said before, they've been married about four years now in December. December 18th to be exact. I go to my dad, Butch's, house every other weekend and every Thursday. He's an amazing guy. Short, like me, a half bald head with a shock of short black hair in the back. Hazel eyes, a slightly larger nose, ten times skinner than he was when he was married to my mother, and ten times nicer. He's a much better person now.

My mother decided to divorce my father in August four years ago, after my mother got the shit beaten out of her by my aunt, and my father's sister, Susan. The next day, we were living with my mom's brother Donald. By September, we (my mom, my little sister, Emily (6) and I) were living with Richard. A man I'd never met before in my life, and his three children Billy (my age, 11 at the time), Nicholas (5) and Coldon (4). This scared the shit out of me. Plus, my mom told me to never tell my father where we were, or who we were with. The divorce was final in November, and December of the exact same year, she was remarried.

I had to switch schools for the sixth grade, recieve failing grades, live with strangers, be a mother and father figure to this new children, and was cutting myself to deal with the stress. Then again, I'd been cutting since the fifth grade. Now's here's something else you need to know.

My three aunts, Pam, Sharon and Debra died when I was in the fifth grade. I was ten years old. Pam died on the 30 of October, my birthday is on the 31 of October. Then the sex day, November first, my aunt Sharon died. Then a few months later, on April 22, my aunt Debra died. This fucked my head up bad, and began cutting to deal with the pain.

Now since the divorce, my mother has gone insane. She's told me that she never wished I was born, and led me to believe that her divorce was my fault. Richard doesn't make anything better. He's just as harsh as she is and harps about my grades constantly. He's a scarey, mean man. And I hate them both.

I walked slowly to the black truck his fat ass sat in and climbed inside.

"Got any homework?" he asked straight away.
I shook my head, keeping quiet, and he began to drive.

As soon as I got home, I dressed for work and walked there. It was only right down the road. It was my get away. My home away from home. A place where people loved me, and where I loved them.

I walked in and got straight to work, trying to make as much money in as little time as possible. I didn't get off until nine tonight, so I shouldn't have rushed, but we were dead anyway.

By the time seven rolled around, I had totally forgotten about Gerard.

He walked in, came behind the counter, hugged me, and asked me if I was alright. I told him I was, clocked out, and sat in the dining room for my break. We talked and laughed and he made me forget about having to go home that night. Home is what scared me. It's like leaving heaven and walking straight into hell. A horrible feeling.

"Can I pick you up for school tomorrow?" he asked, laying his left palm on the table.
"I don't think so." I said, touching the top of his hand, "My parents would have a fit."
He nodded, somehow understanding.

Nine came, and Gerard left quickly at my request. As I counted the six dollars I got for a tip, I heard Dick pull into the parking lot, and I scurried off to not make him wait. He got mad when he waited.

iero_fiend_love @ 2007-07-20T01:33:00

2007-07-20T05:38:53Z

Title: Superman Is Dead [1/?]
Author: iero_fiend_love
Beta: the9thdoctor
Pairing: Fee/Gee
POV: Third
Rating: This chapter, PG-13. Overall R.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't sue. I only own the plot.
Summary: Frank's the new guy at a stip club.
Authors Note: This is something totally new for me, and I'd love some feed back. I'm normally not into doing chaptered fic's, but I like this a lot. Thanks again to my wonderful beta the9thdoctor! Feedback is my heroin.

"Aye, yo Frankie..." Phish said, "you're on, Sweetheart."

Frank rolled his eyes, buckled the red sequenced strap of his red hooker heels and stood up. He checked the mirror one more time, tugging the black corset top higher and touching up his lipstick.

This is only the third night he's worked at Black Mariah's and he's hoping to God that the money flow will be just as good tonight as it had been for the previous two.

Frank's still not sure he's doing a good job, and he's always nervous the first thirty seconds or so of each song - he goes on twice a night - but once he sees someone's eyes go half lidded, or someone adjusting their growing package, he's in it to win it.

Frank's also not quite aware if he can dance well or not yet. Considering most of the men working in this shabby joint have been here for a year or so, he's allowed to be a little self concious.

Hearing the drum roll begin for him the second time tonight (which signalled when another dancer would be taking the stage), he got on his hands and knees behind the wall of sparkling streamers. Upon the first beat of the bass of the song Never Scared, he parted the curtains with his face and began cat crawling from behind the make-shift wall.

He heard the whoops and claps of the excited people and immediately felt fine. Surprised that he wasn't more nervous tonight, he decided to give this show his all and not hold back. Maybe he'd even get a little more cash for it.

Crawling faster than he initially intended to, he reached one of the two poles at the end of the long strip of stage. He snarled at a red haired man in the front, got on his knees and rolled his stomach while leaning backwards until the first chorus ended.

Let a chopper go PLOW to your melon,
Now the plasma is oozin out of your cerebellum.

Frank reached up, wrapping his fingers around the metal pole beside him, slowly stroking the coldness before taking a tight grasp on it and using it to lift himself up. He slinked over to a man with black hair who was looking away from him and blushing.

Frank went down a step, grabbed him roughly by the chin and pulled the black haired man's face in his direction.

Attention!

He mouthed with the song, watching the black haired man's eyes widen in horror and embarrassment.

The man's face went beet red and a blond haired man beside him grinned and waved a five dollar bill at Frank.

Frankie licked his lips and turned around, grabbed onto the pole with both hands and bent over slowly, letting the blond slip the bill in his garter belt.

After the money was safely tucked away in his undergarment, he dove up the step while still gripping the pole, jumping onto it.

Frank wrapped a leg around the pole, his calf hooking behind the metal as he twirled quickly down and to the stage floor.

***

The rest of the song was a blur of awful rap music, shed clothing and handfuls of cash. Frank was fully content in knowing that this night, by far, he'd made the most money out of all the other dancers. He couldn't help it. He was fucking beaming, and everyone was giving him pats on the back for a job well done.

He hadn't been happier.

Well, he was until Phish barked another command.

"Frankie, you're doin' the bar."

"W-What?! I just got finished and-"

"You'll get more cash this way, Baby."

Frank stopped his rant short and gave a curt nod before going to get dressed.
Finally, clothed in some tight jeans, a black Bouncing Souls shirt and bright pink sneakers, Frank made his way behind the bar to help his co-worker (if he can even call the people he worked with that).

"Hey Frank! Nice dance. Mm, I would have paid you for it, too!" Max squealed upon seeing Frank behind the bar with him.

Frank laughed lightly, "Yeah, seems like something went right. Six-hundred and forty-two dollars worth of something!"

Max grinned, grasping hold of Frank's ass before directing him to the end of the bar where the huge scary bikers were.

They can't touch me, Frank reminded himself, They touch, and they get thrown out.

Slinking over to the huge ~~fucking hairy ass~~ men, Frank took their orders and went to work on helping them with their alcohol addictions. They tipped him big, complimenting him on a good show and a good drink then left the bar.

Frank sighed inwardly, thanking God they weren't sticking around to make nice and ask for his number then turned around and cleaned the two shot glasses the bikers drank from.

When he did face the customers once again, he was met with Mr. BlondiePants and Sir LookAway.

Frank smiled, he liked these two and he didn't know why.

"Hey boys, what can I get you?"

"Another dance would be nice." the blonde man said, showing a cute, bearded smile.

"Sorry, Honey," Frank said, touching the man's scruffy jaw lightly and frowning, "I only get two dances a night."

The man frowned and nudged his black haired friend, "Aw, Gerard, that's too bad! Your man cub won't be doing another dance tonight..."

Frank blushed, took their orders and made the drinks. He couldn't help but notice that the black haired man never made any eye contact. As many times as Frank tried, the man wouldn't meet his gaze.

"You're name is Frankie, right?" the bearded man asked, eyeing Frank with a certain unforgivable intensity.

Frank nodded and winked, cleaning more glasses from previous customers.

Blondie smiled, "Well, I'm Bob and my little red friend here is Gerard."

"Nice to meet you both." Frank said politely, handing them their third round of tequila shooters.

Downing the drink in front of him, Bob winced, shook his head and made an odd noise. Gerard drank the drink without hesitation or face making and Frank wanted to high five him for handling his liquor well.

He didn't.

"And it was nice to meet you!" Bob said, holding out his hand for a friendly shake which Frank took, "You'll be seeing more of us. I promise you."

Frank smirked, blew the two a kiss (with an extra wink in Gerard's direction who, immediately, turned a darker shade of crimson) and watched the two leave.
This job wouldn't be so bad after all.

Oranges

2007-04-29T09:50:48Z

Title: Oranges
Author: iero_fiend_love
Pairing: Frank Iero & Gerard Way
Rating: NC - 17
POV: Third
Summary: Gerard uses oranges to get closer to Frank.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't know, don't sue.
Author Notes: Second slash posted on this site. Be nice.
Warnings: Strong sexual content, strong language and oranges.

Sixth grade was when Frank Iero realized he was, in fact, a homosexual.

To Frank, girls were not beautiful, or even remotely attractive. They conceived the next generation. That's all that they were good for. Oh, and designing clothing, but that's it.

Frank is your typical boy, now in the eleventh grade, who is very open about his sexuality. Actually, he is open on just about everything. If he doesn't like you, he'll let you know... But that doesn't mean he can stick up for himself.

Frank got his ass kicked about twice a month leading up to is current year in high school. You'd think someone would learn after the first few times they got the shit beat out of them and take self defense classes or change schools, or anything to get them out of their current situation... But Frank Iero is not assertive or a quitter.

He loves his school. He loves his home. He loves his family.

He loves himself.

Frank also loves a boy named Gerard Way.

Now, Gerard Way is one of those kids that everyone doesn't acknowledge.

Way is a soft spoken kid who is into comic books and Iron Maiden... The exact kind of person Frank wants to get to know.

"Do you need help with that?" Frank asks boldly, walking up to where Gerard and his younger brother Mikey sat in the courtyard.

Gerard looks down at the orange he was trying to peal.

"Uhm, yeah."

Frank gingerly snatched the fruit away from Gerard's delicate long fingers and punctured the skin with his thumb nail.

Using his index, frank began to peal away at the tough, bendy exterior of the orange, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth as he concentrates.

Once the citrus was void of the unwanted peal, Frank gave a large grin and handed the orange back to Gerard who gave Frank a wide-eyed stare.

"I bite my nails." Gerard said randomly, holding up both hands in front of Frank's face to prove his statement true.

"W-What? What's that got to do with-"

"I couldn't peal it."

Frank blinked and nodded, "Oh. Well it was no problem, really. Anytime you need me to, I'll be your personal pealer!"

Frank gave an enthusiastic wave and walked away from the two boys.

"Who was that?" Gerard asked, looking after Frank.

"Iero. Frank, I think... We have class together." Mikey said nonchalantly, "He seems like a pretty okay guy."

Gerard nodded.

Over the next few weeks, Gerard had gotten an orange every single day at lunch. Frank would either see Gerard's trouble or Gee would call him over and ask for assistance, but somehow, Frank always ended up with Gerard in the lunch period.

They would chat about nothing while Frank was all the time working away at removing the unwanted skin from the fruit for Gerard's enjoyment.

But recently, Gerard has honestly been getting tired of those damned oranges. They were always making his hands sticky and the taste was starting to burn his taste-buds away. So, fixing his own problem, he decided to invite Frank to help him eat the fruit.

Frank gladly accepted, grinning in excitement as he sat down in front of the older boy and ripped the fruit in half, devouring the deliciousness of it while he and Gerard talked even more.

Most of their talks consisted of music and school life, but had taken a different direction on one special day.

"So, you know I'm gay right?" Frank asked, taking a bite of a piece of orange, juice running down his lip and onto his chin.

Gerard almost choked, "Huh?"

"Yeah. Well, I am, you know... I just don't want you to find out later after we become friends and then you ditch me because your against it or something."

Gerard shook his head, "N-No. I mean, I'm cool with it." he said, trying to sound calm, "I am too, I guess. I never would have thought you were, though."

Frank laughed, wiping the liquid away from his face with the back of his hand, "Really? Shit, I guess you haven't caught on to me hitting on you all this time then, have you?"

Again, Gerard almost choked, but this time it was on his heart that was stuck in his gullet, "You... You hit on me?"

"Well, yeah! I mean, come on Gerard! Look at you! Your beautiful!" Frank gushed, touching the top of Gerard's hand and running over the softness lightly with his thumb, "I guess that means I'll just have to try harder then."

Gerard's eyes were wide with bewilderment.

How come something as perfect as Frank Iero think that he, Gerard Way, was beautiful? And Frank had even flirted with him!

"Would you like to go out with me tonight? Say, to a movie or something?" Frank asked, his thumb still running over Gerard's flesh.

Gerard thought, "I can't go out tonight. But you can come over and watch a flick... You know, only if you want to, that is."

Frank's eyes sparkled, "Yeah! That would be great!"

Gerard, scribbling down his address onto a dry corner an orange juice soaked napkin thought his head was going to explode.

Frank liked him. Frank was coming over to watch a movie. Frank thought Gerard was beautiful.

The rest of the school day lasted an eternity for both boys.

Gerard practically ran home, leaving his brother behind in a rush, yelling behind him that he needed to get the house tidied up.

Cleaning all too quickly left Gerard with nothing to do but wait until six o'clock when Frank was supposed to arrive at his house. Gerard had already picked out a stack of fifteen movies, in which he had alphabetized while waiting for six to come along.

All of the movies he'd seen probably seven times each, and all were of the horror genre. Frank and Gerard's favorite.

Even though Gerard had seen these movies before, he still was going to use them for his advantage.

Scary movies = Frank holding Gerard or vice verse.

When six finally did roll around, Gerard was a sweating mess.

He'd changed his clothes three times, had his hair in two different ways and applied way too much deodorant.

Dabbing under his arms with a kleenex, Gerard made his way to the front door hastily. Just as his hand touched the knob, he realized he was still holding the sweaty gob of tissue and sprinted into the kitchen to throw the gross mess away.

Walking back up to the door and taking a deep breath, he door was opened to reveal a very fresh looking Frank, holding about five movies of his own.

"Am I early?" he asked, stepping inside Gerard's empty home.

Mikey had left earlier to go sleep at his friend's house. It was a Friday, after all, and his parents were off doing adult things... Like playing mini golf with their co-workers and driving go-karts around.

"Right on time." Gerard said, leading Frank to the couch, "Want something to drink?"

Frank nodded, "What'cha got?"

"Anything." Gerard answered quickly, knowing for a fact his parents were always over prepared when it came to beverages.

Frank laughed, "A Coke would be amazing."

We both like Coke... How cool is that?! Gerard thought. Jesus, he was becoming more like a school girl every day!

Walking into the kitchen, Gerard opened a the doors on the kitchen unit, "Are you a fan of popcorn?"

"Yes!"

"Good. Hopefully with lots of-"

"Salt and butter? Do it up, baby, do it up."

Gerard blushed. Frank was already finishing his sentences AND he called him baby. This is a magnificent start!

Five minutes later, the popcorn was popped and the tabs on the boy's Cokes were opened and Frank was pushing play on the remote.

Gerard had decided on the movie, because Frank was between about four that he'd picked out and couldn't make up his mind on. Gerard promised they'd watch all of them that night, and settled on some Japanese film that hadn't been released in America. Of course, it was in subtitles, but that didn't make it any less frightening.

The best part was... Neither Frank nor Gerard had seen this movie before, so all the scariness of the flick would be completely new to both of them.

Frank was seated very close to Gerard and was holding his hand as the first fright scene came up.

Gerard knew it was going to be a fright scene before it happened because the music started getting louder and more anticipating.

Watching the Japanese man creep down a dark hallway, Frank's grip on Gerard's hand got slightly tighter and when the floor the man was walking on suddenly cracked open with a loud splintering noise, Frank jumped.

Gerard laughed slightly, "Pussy."

"I am not. That was just unexpected."

"Don't worry, I'll save you from the man eating floor." Gerard teased, wrapping his arm around Frank's shoulders and pulling him closer.

Frank's head rested on Gerard's collar bone and he breathed in deeply.

Gerard smelled really good. Like apple shampoo, cigarettes and deodorant. Not the best combination of fragrances, but it smelled lovely to Frank.

By the time the next scary scene had come about, Frank was sitting on Gerard's lap.

Frank complained of being cold and decided to curl up in Gerard's lap instead of taking up on the blanket the elder had offered.

He wasn't really cold. He just wanted to feel Gerard against him.

One of Gee's arms were around Frank's back, as Frank was sitting sideways with his back resting on the armrest of the couch, and one of Gerard's hands was rested on Frank's thigh, lightly stroking the clothed flesh.

Frank was getting a hard on. The heat of Gerard's palm was traveling up Frank's leg and to his cock. Every touch that was on his thigh Frank could almost imagine the same motion on his erection.

Deciding to ignore the movie and pay more attention to the boy beneath him, Frank casually laid his head on Gerard's shoulder, making sure that every breath he took, Gerard would feel against his neck.

The hot spurts of air coming Frank frank's warm mouth that was only about two inches away from Gerard's neck made the older one shudder. That felt so wonderful.

Smiling, Frank pressed his lips to the same spot he'd been purposely breathing on.

Gerard's eyes closed in pleasure when he felt Frank's soft lips touch his skin and he tilted his head to give Frank more access.

Frank's open mouthed kisses turned into light licks that turned into teeth scrapes that had developed into bites as he twisted himself in Gerard's lap to straddle the elder.

Gerard kept his hands on Frank's upper thighs, squeezing now and then when Frank would grind himself into Gerard's growing erection.

Frank abruptly stopped the assault on Gerard's neck and placed his lips over Gerard's, whimpering at the contact.

As their tongues mingled and twisted together, Gerard sat up straighter and pulled Frank so he was completely flush to Gee's body. He wanted to feel as much of Frank as he possibly could. Frank groaned loudly and fingered the hem of Gerard's shirt, lifting it quickly over his head before connecting his lips back to Gerard's harshly.

Frank moaned and his already tight jeans were suffocating now. He needed release. His erection was becoming painful and if Gerard didn't touch him soon, he thought he might have to go in the bathroom and take care of it himself.

Pulling away, spit glistening on each of their lips, Frank was panting.

"Gee... Please touch it."

Gerard's half lidded eyes connected with Frank's and Gee slid his right hand up further to grasp the bulge in Frank's pants. Frank was hard. Really hard. And Gerard loved that it was him that had that effect on Frankie.

Gerard began rubbing it a few times through the fabric, making Frank bowed his head and sighed, loving the feel of Gerard's hand touching him.

Before Gerard got too caught up in making Frank make a mess in his pants, he undid the button and zipper, pulling the fabrics down enough so he could faintly see the dark hair. Scraping his fingers through the wiry strands, the younger boy shuddered and placed his forehead on Gerard's shoulder.

Tugging the garments down even further, letting Frank's cock spring free, pre-come already seeping out of the slit, Gerard groaned.

His mouth was watering and he just wanted a taste of Frank. Just a small, delicious taste.

Thumbing the slit and gathering some of the come off the head of Frank's dick, Gerard brought his digit to his mouth and licked the gooey substance off, his eyes rolling back in his head.

He tastes so fucking sweet... it must have been those oranges.

Frank whimpered, "Baby, touch me."

Gerard sent his hand back down, gripping onto the base of Frank's cock and stroking it a few times, letting his thumb spread the come over Frank's head. Frank bucked up into Gerard's hand, all the while his ass rubbing against Gerard's cock.

The hand motion's becoming faster, Gerard stroked Frank and listened to Frank's pants and encouragements that were being hotly whispered into his ear.

Everything was going well until Frank groaned and stopped Gerard's quickened hand strokes, climbing off of Gerard's lap unsteadily.

"Frank! Whoa, wait! Did I do someth-"

"These fucking pants need to come the fuck off now!" Frank rasped removing his shirt then pulling his jeans and boxers down over his toned legs before quickly stepping out of them. He then resumed his previous position on Gerard's lap.

Gerard thought this was even better than before.

Placing his hand back on Frank's cock, Gerard started out slow again. He began thinking about how close he was to actually penetrating Frank with his jean-clad erection.

The head of Gerard's dick was already protruding from the top of his jeans and Frank's finger's kept delicately brushing over the tip of him.

Closing his eyes, Gerard stroked Frank harder and put his other hand, that wasn't working, behind the younger man. Gerard kept his hand on Frank's lower back, loving how Frank would buck forward into Gee's hand and let out a low moan.

Gerard's hand slid lower and lower, still while jacking Frank off, and soon his index finger began probing at Frank's entrance.

Frank tried to push himself down onto Gerard's digit, but the older boy pulled his hand away, and sucked on two of his fingers while trying not to come over the way Frank's face looked in his pre-orgasmic state.

Mouth agape, eyes fluttering, brows furrowed... Perfection.

Letting his now slick fingers trail back down to Frank's opening, he let Frank set himself down onto his index.

Frank threw his head back and moaned, pushing down on Gerard's finger while thrusting his cock up and into Gerard's fist.

Gerard's breathing was erratic as he watched Frank writhe in pleasure and groaned when Frank demanded he add another finger.

Gerard did as he was told and let his other lubed finger pop into Frank's ass, Frank letting out a breathy "Fuck yeah" on contact.

"Mmm, Gee, you gotta undo your pants. I have to feel your cock inside me." Frank gasped, still sliding himself down onto Gerard's fingers.

Gerard moaned loudly, removing his fingers from Frank and releasing Frank's organ from his hand and undid his jeans, shimmying them half-way down his thighs.

Frank moaned as Gerard's rock of an erection sprung up, a string of come connecting Gee's cock and lower stomach together.

"Fuuuuck," Frank groaned, stroking Gerard's organ a few times, "fuck me, baby."

Gerard's eyes squinted shut at the contact of Frank's hand against his bare cock but he forced them back open hurriedly and grasped onto the cheeks of Frank's ass.

Shoving him forward, Frank sat up straight on his knee's and gave a confused whimper. Before he could speak, though, Gerard had enveloped Frank's cock into his mouth.

Deep-throating Frank, Gerard moaned at the taste of Frank's come that was leaking freely. Frank let out a cry and grasped as Gerard pushed his ass forward even more until his nose was pressed into the dark hair at the base.

"Uh, Gee... Yeah, baby, just like that." Frank groaned, gripping the back of Gerard's head as it bobbed back and forth, licking along everything it could possibly touch.

Finally pulling his mouth away from Frank's member, Gerard spit saliva and pre-come into the palm of his hand.

Gripping hold of himself, Gerard slid the lubricant over his cock and sighed, watching as Frank stroked his own erection.

"Okay, okay!" Frank groaned, slapping Gerard's wrist, "Fuck me already!"

Gerard took his hand away from his own member and aligned up with Frank's opening.

Frank sat down slowly onto Gerard's cock, moaning out his new lover's name and gripping Gerard's shoulders as he pushed himself all the way down. After picking himself back up and lowering back down on Gerard's organ a couple times, Frank's prostate was struck and he lost all control of his physical movements, becoming a wet spaghetti noodle.

Gerard gripped Frank's hips and lifted him up, slamming him down and raising his hips to meet the thrusts. Frank was still grasping hold of Gerard's shoulders and moaning as every thrust pounded into his spot dead on each time.

One of Frank's hands slid down Gerard's torso to stroke himself as Gerard still pounded into Frank's ass, face flushed and groans spilling out of his mouth.

Both men's speed increased as did the feeling of their impending orgasm's.

Once Gerard hit Frank's prostate one last time, Frank spilled his seed over Gerard's upper stomach and the muscles clenching around his cock made Gee explode into Frank's ass.

Panting and staying in the same position, Frank rested his forehead against Gerard's. He let out a chuckle and lightly kissed Gee's dry mouth.

"Does this mean I can stop eating those fuckin' oranges now?" Gerard panted, grinning from ear to ear.

Frank nodded, "You can stop eating them, Gee, as long as you fuck me like that for the rest of your life."

Gerard leaned forward and spoke against Frank's lips, "Deal."

Anything For The Fans

2007-04-09T22:19:49Z

Title: Anything For The Fans
Author: iero_fiend_love
Pairing: Gerard / Mikey
Rating: NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: Mikey nodded and smiled, "It's for the fans, right?"
Disclaimer: They own me, I don't own them, unfortunately.
Author Notes: My first post on LJ. Con-crit would be helpful!
Warnings: Strong Language; Strong Sexual Content

"Jee-sus Christ," Gerard breathed, scrolling the small wheel on the mouse to view the next paragraph on the web page, "I never fuckin' knew that our fans were into... well, that."

Mikey raised an eyebrow, almost ready to push his glasses up his nose when he realized he didn't wear them anymore, "What, Gee?"

Gerard shook his head, "These kids write about you and I doin' the dirty, Bro."

"Oh!" Mikey said, a light bulb clicking on, "Uh, what's it called... Uhm-Waycest!" he said loudly, laughing slightly his finger pointed in the air.

Gerard nodded, only half paying attention to his brother as he read on about how Mikey's hands were running up his thick thighs.

Gerard could almost feel it, exactly the way the story described, as his younger siblings hands slid up his legs, then scratching their way back down. He let out a small unnoticeable groan.

"I've never really looked at fan-fictions," Mikey admitted, going over to where Gerard was sitting on the floor and plopped down beside him, "that ones about us?"

Gerard nodded again, still half paying attention. Mikey could probably ask if he had a yellow lobster in his pants, and Gerard would most likely nod.

Mikey skimmed over the paragraph that Gerard was currently reading and winced, "Graphic."
"Your not shittin'..." Gerard muttered, feeling his pants grow tighter.

The two brothers sat in silence as they read the rest of the fiction, reading how they both climaxed together, then after the hot man sex, were intermingled in a heap of sweat and come when they fell into sleep.

Gerard exited out of the story and sighed, wiping the sweat that had gathered on his brow away.

"That was pretty... interesting." Mikey said, his voice harsh and raspy as if he's just been screaming for two hours straight, "Our fans are as fucked up as we are." He said with a laugh.

Gerard shrugged, closed his laptop, and removed himself from the floor.

He went to the small refrigerator that was stuck into the wall of the coach and brought out a Coke, opening it and taking a rather large gulp.

Gee had always known he was a little more deranged than the other members of My Chemical Romance, and it didn't surprise him as wicked thoughts passed through his mind. If the fans, the people he really did this for, wanted to see some action between he and his dear brother, that's what they were going to get.

"I've got this idea..." Gerard began, turning to the younger man with squinted eyes, "And it's going to seem pretty strange."

Mikey nodded, staring intently at his brother.

"Maybe we should give them what they want." Gerard stated simply.

"You want me to fuck you?"

Gerard shook his head, "No, not necessarily." He said, "I mean, it'll just tease them a bit."

Mikey nodded, catching on slightly, "Okay, cool."

"You'll go along with it?"

Mikey nodded and smiled, "It's for the fans, right?" he said, getting up slowly off the floor, "Anything for the fans." He said quietly, walking past his brother.

The next show that My Chemical Romance played, Gerard set his plan into effect.

While singing 'Give 'Em Hell Kid,' Gee went behind Mikey, placed a hand on his chest and pressed himself against Mikey's back. The crowd, as Gerard expected, went absolutely wild. The older Way couldn't hold in his smugness at knowing he was right, and didn't stop smiling the rest of the show.

The very next show after that went just as well, as Gerard grabbed Mikey's ass multiple times during the whole set. Again, the kids loved it. This only fueled Gerard's desire to give them more of what they wanted. Complete and utter Waycest.

Deciding to switch it up some, at the next gig they played, Gerard only spoke very 'fondly' of Mikey saying, "Mikey gives the best fuckin' head on the planet, guys!" then pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, earning a loud noise to erupt from the beloved fans.

Anything for the fans...

More and more shows went like this... Mikey coming beside his brother and kissing him on the cheek, Gerard dropping to his knees in front of Mikey and motioning his head like he was giving a blow job, randomly crawling through Mikey's legs, subtle touches to each others chests and leg regions and other random things that resulted in the crowd screaming in bliss.

During one set, though, while 'Thank You For the Venom,' Gerard went straight up to his younger brother.

More contact, he thought, We'll give them what they want.

Gerard unzipped Mikey's tight black hoodie he was wearing, still singing the song as he switched the microphone into his other hand and pulled Mikey's shirt collar down slightly. Mikey tilted his head to the side, willing to let Gerard do whatever he pleased and Gee did. He lowered his head, let his tongue snake out against Mikey's chest, then shot away from his brother and resumed singing. Loving the crowds reaction, Gerard's energy level boosted dramatically.

On the bus after the show, Gerard couldn't stop grinning.

"I can't believe it's working!" he almost squealed, staring off into space, "They're loving it!"

Mikey nodded and stood in front of his brother, "I can't believe it either... I almost feel like we should have sex now."

"Yeah," Gerard agreed, nodding his head and letting his now slightly longer black hair wave, "I do, too."

After a few moments of silence and a lot of debating on Mikey's part, Mikey moved closer to his brother and sat atop his older brother, straddling his waist.

"What're you doin'?" Gerard asked quietly, staring his brother in the face.

Mikey didn't answer, just lowered his head to his brother's neck and gave it a nip.

Gerard hissed and gripped onto Mikey's hips, hoping to holy mother of God Mikey wouldn't come to his senses. That felt too damn good to stop now.

Mikey laid light, fluttering kisses along Gerard's neck up to his ear where he ran his teeth over Gerard's lobe.

Gee ran his hands up and down Mikey's sides, feeling protruding ribs, getting turned on more than he was three seconds ago and rubbed his crotch against Mikey's. Mikey rubbed back and licked along Gerard's jaw line until he got to his older sibling's chin where he ended his quest on Gerard's lips.

The kiss was light at first, the two boy's lips barely brushing against one another til Gerard firmly pressed his against his brother's. Mikey's tongue snaked out and trailed onto Gerard's bottom lip, making it wet with saliva before laying another kiss on his brother.

Gerard let out a wimperish moan before he leaned forward, catching Mikey's bottom lip in his teeth and sucking it into his mouth. Gerard always imagined Mikey tasting this way.

Sweet.

Gerard bit lightly onto his brother's lip before sucking on it lightly, making his brother groan and attach his mouth fully to Gerard's. The sibling's tongues moved against one another, taste buds on taste buds, saliva mingling and creating a sense of closeness... A closeness that was even closer than sharing some of the same DNA.

The two kissed heatedly, Mikey moving on top of Gerard to create that delicious friction the both of them desired. Gerard let out a large gust of air through flared nostrils as he pulled away from the kiss against his will.

"On the floor." He demanded, his voice strong.

Mikey obeyed, climbing off his brother's lap and going to sit on the floor. Gerard followed, immediately diving down onto Mikey and landing in between his legs.

Gerard's mouth attacked Mikey's neck with teeth and tongue, his cool, nicotine stained hands running up Mikey's tight black tee-shirt. Gerard's fingers traced along Mikey's rib cage, all the while planting kisses along Mikey's jaw and earning sighs and quiet moans of pleasure to seep through Mikey's mouth.

Focusing on getting that damned shirt off Mikey's thin frame, Gerard sat up on his knees and pulled Mikey up with him. The hated fabric was pulled over Mikey's head, ruffling his hair in the sexiest possible way and he was laid back down before his older brother removed his own shirt. Gerard placed his body back atop his brothers and the skin on skin contact was almost unbearable.

Warm, smooth flesh sliding against each other in the heat of the moment, creating each man to realize how much they need this. Sure, they've needed each other before, but never like this.

Gerard kissed his brothers lips multiple times before moving his hot, sticky lips onto Mikey's throat. Trailing further down to the newly exposed collar bones and chest, then to the middle of Mikey's abdomen. Tracing down Mikey's stomach with his tongue, Gerard made his way down to his younger brother's naval where he dipped his tongue inside, just because he could. Mikey squirmed beneath him and let out a whimper, slightly bucking his hips up so that his pelvis connected with Gerard's chest.

Gerard still laid kisses down his brother's stomach, past his naval and to the lining of his jeans. Gerard bit the fabric lightly before undoing the button and unzipping the zip, tugging those God forbidden pants from his brother's slender hips.

Mmm, those hips.

Mikey kicked the jeans off the rest the way and they flew somewhere behind the couch.

Staring intently at the protruding hip bones his younger sibling acquired, Gerard, almost like he was being possessed, lowered his face to them, licking and scraping his teeth along each one.

Oh, Mikey, those fucking hips...!

Mikey writhed beneath his brother's hot mouth and grasped onto a handful of Gerard's hair, pushing Gee's head down further until he was directly over the crotch of Mikey's boxers.

Taking two fingers on each side of the horrid undergarments, Gerard slipped them down Mikey's legs and off his feet to toss them away.

Gerard smiled and eyed his brother's erection. He was well endowed. Good to know it ran in the family.

Mikey looked down at his brother as Gerard looked up and when the two locked eyes, it was all electricity. Gerard slipped a hand around the base of Mikey's cock and lowered his mouth to take his brother's head in.

The younger Way's eyes slammed shut and his head was thrown back, back arching as Gerard swirled his tongue along the tip of his brother's erection.

Gerard, your mouth... Your mouth, baby.

Taking more of his brother in his mouth, Gerard's eyes slipped closed at the feeling of fullness. The hot, pulsing member between his chapped lips... He could almost feel the blood pumping through the organ... Oh. Gerard lowered his head even more, letting Mikey's cock hit the back of his throat and went even further down, uncaring of how he was unable to breathe.

Mikey fisted his hand in Gerard's hair tighter and moaned loudly, murmuring how good it felt to have Gerard's wonderful mouth on him. Feeling Gerard's head begin an absolutely lovely bobbing motion, Mikey relaxed and let all of his tense muscles go at ease. Only did they tense again was when Gerard painfully ran his sharp teeth against Mikey's cock.

Hissing, Mikey got a tighter grip on Gerard's mane and pulled harshly, jerking Gerard's head up a bit. Gerard opened his eyes to look at the oh-so-beautiful Mikey who's lip was locked between his teeth and breathing shallowly.

Don't end this. This can't end.

Gerard pulled his mouth away from his younger brother's erection, watching the string of spit that still connected his lips with the pulsing organ. Mikey let out a frustrated sigh and pulled the elder up to kiss him fully on the mouth.

Mikey's tongue snaked into his brother's mouth, tasting his own precome and thinking it as much as a turn on if it were Gerard's. He let a low 'mmm' flood Gerard's mouth, resulting in Gerard grinding his still clothed erection onto Mikey's bare one.

"Fuck." Gerard muttered, eyes shut, dry humping his brother and feeling his orgasm building.

"Gee, don't. I need you." Mikey gasped, his neck craning back, revealing some of the red marks Gerard had left only a few minutes earlier.

Stopping his hip motions, Gerard sat on his knees again, undoing his pants and taking them off haphazardly.

After also removing his undergarments, he pressed his body flush against Mikey's once again.

Mikey's hands ran down Gerard's back, then back up his knobby spine to the back of his neck. He looked into his older brother's eyes and realized there would be no preparation. They would do this completely natural, because they were completely natural.

Right now, they weren't friends. They weren't brothers. They were just two men. Two very grown, mature men, who needed each other more than they've ever needed anything in their lives. Just Gerard. Just Mikey. That's why this wasn't wrong. Because they needed each other. They loved each other.

Mikey spread his legs wide and shimmied his hips so Gerard could align himself with Mikey's opening. Gerard attached his lips to Mikey's and took one of his hands, guiding himself inside his brother slowly. Painfully.

Mikey winced and his breathing became harder, both hands gripping the sides of Gerard's face as the pain at this point was awful.

Taking hold of Mikey's currently ignored cock, Gerard began teasing it tantalizingly slow to create a distraction for the hurt he was causing his baby brother. Mikey breathed out a harsh breath, groaning into his brother's open mouth and tightening his grip on Gerard's face as Gerard pushed his erection further into him.

Once Gerard's hips hit the backs of Mikey's thighs, Mikey let out a deep breath, then sucked a breath of cool air inside his lungs. He held it in for a few long seconds before letting it out and repeating the process. Mikey unlatched his lips from his brother's and the two shared a long look at each other, both feeling complete at the new situation they were in.

Despite Mikey knowing he was bleeding, he nodded and gave Gerard the go ahead to start moving. Gerard's whole body tensed up as he started pulling his organ from the warm cavity and he bit his lip, looking Mikey in the eye.

Mikey was in pain, sure, but he couldn't wait to really see if this miracle spot really existed.

When Gerard pushed back in, faster than before and hitting that very spot Mikey was just thinking of, warmth shot all throughout Mikey's body.

It felt like an orgasm, but without him coming. It was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt in his life, and if Gerard didn't do it again, he thought he would have a screaming fit.

"God, Gee," Mikey groaned, back arching up into his brother as Gerard pulled back and thrust back in again, "do that again."

Gerard tried his damnedest to connect with Mikey's prostate again, succeeding in swiping his cock against it every few thrusts. Mikey was a writhing moaning mess beneath Gerard, and Gerard got that giddy feeling like he got on stage when he knew he was doing everything right and pleasing everyone in the room.

Soon, as he normally does, Gerard got cocky.

He thrust inside Mikey a little harder than before, pushing against Mikey's prostate and holding himself there.

Mikey let out a growl and his nails scratched along Gerard's back painfully, "Stop. Stop. Gerard." He pleaded, "It's... It's too much. I-I can't. I can't fucking take it."

"Take it, Mikey," Gerard groaned, pushing on the spot harder and moving his hips from side to side to make sure Mikey felt it, "don't come yet."

Mikey's head thrashed back and forth and it was almost like he was sobbing, "Gerard, I'm going to come. I c-can't stop it, fuckfuck."

Just as Mikey was about to come to his climax, Gerard released all pressure from Mikey's spot and Mikey let out a sigh of relief as Gerard picked back to the pace he had gained before he decided to stop for a torture break.

Thrusting at whatever pace Gerard thought felt good, he realized he was about to come quicker than he'd expected. He grasped hold of Mikey's organ tighter and began stroking him off and slamming into his prostate with every thrust.

"Gerard. Oh, baby, I fuckin' love yo- Ungh!" Mikey sputtered out, coming all over his stomach and Gerard's hand.

Feeling at the best he's felt in four years, Gerard comes inside his younger brother, groaning out his brother's name in all it's fucking glory. And just like in the Waycest the two read a few months prior to today's activities, the brothers fell asleep intermingled in a heap of sweat and come on the coach floor.

n00b.

2007-01-01T21:00:59Z

Whoa. I never thought I'd end up with a LJ!

Okay... I'm EXTREMELY new to all this and just started reading the fan fictions on this site. I'm actually used to Quizilla, because that's where I post my own stories. Once I get a little advice and figure out how to do the LJ cuts, I'll post some of my work on this site.

So, PLEASE! If you have any advice or wouldn't mind being a beta and helping me out, then that would be SO amazing! I'd love to make a few new friends on here!

Thank you!
♥ Leah