You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

XXVII

*FRANK'S P.O.V*

"I think I'm going to get a nose ring."

Gerard just looks at me, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. Slowly, he begins to nod.

"I can dig it."

I roll my eyes a his corniness. It has been a month and a half since we began to date, which meant it was mid November. Everything has been pretty normal, I mean, as normal as it can get with Gerard in the picture.

"How did you even convince your mom to get the lip piercing?" He asks, turning into his driveway, throwing his cigarette out the window.

I shrug. "I asked 'can I get a lip ring?' And then I got a lip ring."

Gerard pulls out the keys and the ignition dies down. He kicks open the car door and I open my side of the car, getting out and racing over to Gerard. He smiles and puts his arms around me, entering his empty house.

"I dunno what Mikey has been up to these past few weeks," Gerard said once we had successful gotten to his room. I plop myself backwards on to his bed. "He hasn't been home a lot."

I nod and feel the bed dip beside me. Gerard attacks my wrists and pins them above my head, wearing a lustful smirk. He drags his fingers up and down my thighs and I gasp softly.

"So, we're alone..." He whispers, kissing my neck gently. I scold Gerard for his intentions and look up at the ceiling, controlling my breathing.

"Are you seriously sex driven?" I ask, irritation showing in my voice. Gerard stops and glances at me, not releasing the grip on my wrists.

"Well excuse me for trying to give my boyfriend some attention." He says, narrowing his eyes. "It's not my fault that he looks hot today."

I am annoyed but I blush anyways. I mumble a soft 'thank you' and that is when Gerard knows he won me over. He smirks and continues to kiss my neck, making me melt when he attacks the sweet spot.

"Can you at least let go of my wrists? I ask, gasping loudly as Gerard pinches the inside of my thigh. Gerard shrugs.

"Sure," he says, letting go of my wrists. I smile gratefully as Gerard picks up his blanket. Quickly, before I can move my hands, Gerard wraps the blanket around my hands and ties it to the headboard. He smirks.

"Gerard!" I exclaim, trying to pull my hands free from the restrains, which was no use. "What the fuck?!"

Gerard drags his hands up my shirt, pulling the shirt up too. He gets on top of me, his knees on either sides of my hips, and kisses me. I kiss back as deeply as I can without his face pulling away. He moves from my lips to the corner of my mouth, panting as he thrusted his clothed boner against my hip, causing restrained pleasure for the both of us. I gasp loudly and push my hips up to meet his, but he's already moving.

He moves downwards, his face meeting my belt buckle. I throw my head back as he kisses my clothes dick, rubbing and pinching my thighs. I moan and close my knees together, keeping his face down there, adding more kisses.

Gerard pulls himself free and kisses me roughly. It's an open kiss as he unbuttons my pants. I open my mouth to complain about his snail like pace but someone interrupts me.

"Gerard Way, I thought you would have been smart enough to close the Goddamn door."

I whip my head around to see Donna standing at the door way with a hand covering her eyes. I flush as Gerard groans.

"Ma, I'm sorta busy here."

Donna makes a sound of disbelief. "Oh I could see that. Gerard, there are somethings that a mother never should see in her life time. And this is the prime example."

She uncovers her eyes as she hears Gerard get off me and sit down next to my tied arms. Gerard clicks his tongue. "It could have been worse, I mean, Frank and I could have been fu-"

"Gerard, finish that sentence and I will finish

you."

"-Flying. Frank and I were defiantly flying."

Gerard shuts up and I look over and smile. Donna smiles back. "Hello Frank." She says with furrowed brows, but a smile plastered on her face.

Frank chuckles. "I would wave but..." He trails off, gesturing towards his locked wrists. Donna giggles and mock scolds her son.

"I thought I told you not to kidnap Frank." Donna says to her eldest son. Gerard groans over dramatically.

"Maaaaa!" He whines and his mother puts up her hands in surrender, her bug, innocent eyes playing another story.

"I only came down to tell you something." Gerard's mother reasoned. "I wanted to tell you that Elena was here, Gerard."

Gerard's head snapped up to look at his mother with a gaze of disbelief. "Nonna's here?!"

It only took Donna to nod before Gerard bolted upstairs but before he could reach the stairs, Donna grabbed his arm and brought his around. "Forgetting something?"

Gerard looks at the huge grin on my face and lets out a small 'oh, right.' He runs over to me, fixes my shirt and buckled up my jeans, untying my hands after. He kisses me and smiles. "Sorry, love."

I shrug and bring my hands to his face. "It's okay." I kiss him again. "Mm, you taste like smoke and vanilla. Continue later?" I ask, biting my lip. Gerard snickers and kisses my forehead.

"You bet."

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We make our way upstairs. In the living room stood an elderly lady with dyed blonde hair, exactly like Donna's, and a large red purse in her hand. She has a welcoming smile on her face.

"There's my beautiful grandson." She says as Gerard departs from me and walks up to hug his grandmother. His grandmother pinches his chubby cheek. "Have you lost weight? You should eat more darling. You're merely skin and bones. And that hair, Gerard, I mean..." She comments with a tsk.

Gerard reddens and pulls away with a whine. "

Nonna ."

I chuckle softly and Gerard remembers my presence. He puts his arm around my waist. "Nonna, this is Frank. Frank, this is my Nonna, Elena."

"Elena is the most important person in my life." He says, sending me an apologetic glare, which I brush off and silently let him continue. "She taught me how to paint, sing. She has taught me everything I know." Gerard says with a large grin.

Elena smiles shyly and smacks Gerard over the head lightly. "Aw, Hush, boy! I can't take credit for everything."

Gerard just smirks and looks back over at me. I give him a soft smile before Elena begins to talk.

"So, Frank. I have heard much about you." She says with a knowing smile. I feel blood flow to my cheeks as I smile back.

"Good things, I hope."

"Of course!" She exclaims. "I knew I had to meet you after Gerard's last phone call. He wouldn't stop talking about you. I swear, thank The Lord that he had to go eat dinner, or else we would still be there!"

Gerard flushes as well as me as I turn to him, giving him a smirk. Gerard mumbles something at the ground.

Elena continues though. "I was really surprised though that Gerard fell for you. I mean, Gerard had been so protective of himself ever since what happened with Penelope."

I shoot a look at Gerard, a bit confused about who Penelope was. Gerard looks at the ground and mumbles a light 'Nonna'.

"Oh, and we can't forget little Bert, either."

"Nonna." He says, irritably. His grandmother puts her hands up in the air to resemble her innocence. She ruffles his hair and clicks her tongue.

"Sorry, deary. Sometimes I just ramble. You know, I'm going to go help your mother with dinner. I assume you are staying for dinner, Frank?"

I look up at Gerard, who is still staring at the ground, and nod slowly. "Um, sure. That'd be awesome."

Elena smiles widely. "Goody." She says, before turning on her heel and walking into the kitchen.

Once Gerard's grandmother was out of sight, I pull out of Gerard's grip and look up at him with my hands on my hips.

"Penelope?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow. "And 'little' Bert?"

Gerard just smiles and takes my hand, swinging it about. He hums shortly after, as if done thinking. "Tell you later."