Frerard Oneshots

Strut - Frerard

([A/N] here have some pwp i wrote a year ago and forgot to upload)

***smut***

Frank Iero possessed a lot of things. A lip ring. A body covered in multi-coloured ink. The age of 27. A boyfriend that treated him like pure gold. A guitar named 'Pansy'. A cozy place to live. Lots of ordinary things like that.

He also owned something- you could call it a fetish, if you must- that wasn't very common in men his age.

He didn't exactly know where it came from, but it was there, and he really didn't mind as much as he thought he should have. Late at night, he would strip naked, dig to the bottom of his dresser drawer, and pull out lace panties.

How did Frank find out he liked to wear clothing like that? Well, it's a long story, actually. At the age of 19, he was ready to move out of his parents house, and live a life on his own. While he was packing his stuff, he found a pair of women's underwear in his underwear drawer. He scrunched up his nose, and picked it up. He thought it was his mom's, or his sister's. Maybe it accidentally got tossed into his load of laundry. He was about to run down the stairs and return it- hollering something about finding a thong of some sort- until he noticed how fine it felt. He rubbed the material between his thumb and pointer finger, and he couldn't help but wonder why men don't wear them. They seemed really comfy. Frank whipped his head around to his bedroom door, feeling a bit paranoid that someone could be watching him. He went over to his door, and flipped the lock. His breathing was uneven as he removed his favourite pair of baggy ripped jeans, his boxers going down with them. He bent down, and slipped one foot through the leg hole of the panties. He kept looking up at his door- he knew it was locked, he just couldn't help but do so. He put his other leg in, and pulled the fabric up, feeling it brush over the dark hairs on his calves, and then, shortly after, caress his knees. He pulled the undies over the curve of his ass, and shut his eyes for a moment. "Holy shit," He said. "I can't believe I'm-" and then he shut himself up in fear of someone accidentally hearing him through the thin wooden door. He looked down, and that was when it all started.

Just that one look. He liked it. The underwear designed for a woman's figure fit him perfectly, and he felt like he never wanted to wear boxers again. It was a bit tight on the dick, but it was a kind of comfortable tightness that made sure his male parts didn't hang loose. He kind of liked it. A lot.

He would always wear a belt in public; he started wearing women's underwear regularly about 2 years after he had found out he enjoyed them more than male undergarments. He wore panties under all of his jeans, and no one knew. No one assumed he was wearing them, because that just wasn't considered 'normal'. Frank didn't want to be different from everyone else just for a simple thing like this. So he kept it a secret. His secret.

Frank moved into Gerard's apartment at the age of 25. He loved him with all of his heart, and had wanted to take it to the next step, so they had exuberantly decided to share a living space with one another. They didn't have too much to worry about whilst living together, and that was something most couples found difficult to achieve.

Going back to 27 year old Frank- he had kept his secret from his boyfriend ever since they met, when he was 22. 5 years he had managed to hide his secret. Alas, Gerard found out eventually. And that is what you're going to be hearing about now.