Frerard Oneshots

There's nothing in the world I love more than art. Well, I guess there's an exception to that. I love Frank Iero with all my heart. Sounds a bit obsessive but I just can't help it. But then again he doesn't even know I exist. I walked into class, noticing that he was already in his seat beside his girlfriend, Jamia. I sighed quietly, sitting down in my own seat. I pulled out my notebook and pen, immediately going to draw Frank. It was habit almost, I wanted to capture his beauty on paper. But none of my works could ever compare to that of Frank Iero. His dark hair shaved at the sides and dyed dark red. Tattoos littered on his skin and piercings on his face. Frank was the basically the definition of beauty. And I have to admit the amount of times I may have thought of him while rubbing one out late at night. But I would kill to have his body pressed against mine, his skin hot and bare, making me feel so good. I blushed, shaking my head as I stopped that train of thought. The last thing I want is to pop a boner right in the middle of class. That'd probably be the most humiliating thing to happen to me in the whole of my high school career. Even worse than the time I tripped over my own foot and ended up with a face full of cafeteria pasta. Just when I thought it was awful to eat, it was even more disgusting on my face. I traced his jawline, which was one of my favorite features of his. The perfect, sharp square shape that I wanted to leave kisses on. I drew his scorpion tattoo on his neck, already having the complete thing memorized. I love his tattoos so much, they're masterpieces dancing on soft pale skin. “Mr. Way,” the teacher said. “Please pay attention.” I looked up at the board, seeing a whole ton of equations scribbled on the board. When he turned away, I went back to drawing. I drew his lips, putting detail into them. God, I wanted to press my lips against his so badly. I could only imagine how sweet and soft his lips would be. I could imagine his lips sucking on my skin and leaving kisses on my inner thighs. His beautiful tattooed hands running over my body, his-- I blushed, stopping my thoughts again. I continued my drawing, finishing it within five minutes. Class finally ended and I grabbed all of my things. I walked through the hallway, watching sadly at the way Frank held onto Jamia’s hand. “Gerard!” Someone exclaimed. Ryan hurried over to my side and I smiled. “Do you wanna come over to my house tonight?” He asked. I nodded and he smiled. We went to our table at lunch and sat beside each other. “Do you think we can go to Brendon’s party?” He asked. “Brendon’s party?” I asked. “Those things get pretty crazy. And I don't think we've ever been to a party in our lives.” “But…it's Brendon,” he said I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Fine, we can go to the party,” I agreed. Ryan smiled happily, taking a bite of his sandwich. I glanced over at Frank, who was sitting at his table with all his friends. His arm was wrapped around Jamia’s shoulder as he laughed at whatever it was that Brendon said. A few hours later ryan and I were heading to the party. I felt so out of place from everyone else. I walked with ryan through the large crowds of people. Music was blasting and everyone was just drinking and dancing. I sighed uncomfortably, following Ryan into the kitchen. He has always been a lot more confident than me at just about everything, especially when it came to people. Although he doesn't have a lot of friends like me, he seems to get along with people easily and is almost instantly liked. However the only person he seems to get nervous about is Brendon. We both grabbed some drinks, going to sit on an empty couch. I wasn't quite sure what to do now. I was definitely not in the mood for any sort of dancing. And this place just reeked of alcohol. Ryan watched in interest while I just wanted to go home and watch batman or something. This isn't really my definition of a perfect Friday night. But oh god just at that moment Frank Iero walked through the door. It was almost like a bright light silhouetted his body, a halo practically dancing over his head. He was all I could see and his beauty was almost blinding. Suddenly it was almost like nothing else mattered. I didn't even mind being at this party now if Frank was here. I watched the way he stumbled a bit from drinking too much. But even wasted he was still better than everyone else here. He was like a miracle walking among humans. “I'm gonna go talk to Brendon,” Ryan said. He got up and left me alone, going to the other side where Frank and Brendon were hanging out. I sighed, looking over at Frank. I couldn't help but pull out my notebook from my bag and start drawing him. His hair was messy and eyeliner was smudged but yet he still managed to look perfect in a slightly s****l way. Frank left the room eventually but that didn't matter because I could draw it from memory. Ryan seemed to have done really well with Brendon because the two had left the room together. I was left alone on the couch as I drew Frank, occasionally taking a swig of my beer. Since I'm the one driving I'm not drinking a lot. I could hold my own with one beer but Ryan could drink all night long if he pleased. “Watch’a doin’?” Someone asked. I looked over as Frank flopped down beside me and I thought I felt my heart stop. He looked at the picture and I was immediately mortified that he knew I was drawing him “Awe, ‘s pretty,” he slurred. Frank ran his finger over the drawing and I blushed. “Hey, i got that same tattoo,” he said, pointing to it. So either I was just too bad at drawing or he was too drunk to notice it was a drawing of him. I shut the book and he frowned in confusion. “But it was pretty,” he complained. Frank rested his head on my shoulder and my heart raced in my chest. I blushed deeply as he giggled. f**k, that's just about the prettiest sound I've ever heard. “C’mere, pretty thing,” he said. “I wanna show you something.” Frank helped my hand and I almost screamed. I could barely move as I followed him upstairs to one of the bedrooms. The door shut behind us and I looked at Frank, who laid down on the bed. “Wh-what did you wanna, like, sh-show me?” I asked nervously. “I like to cuddle when I'm drunk,” Frank muttered. He opened his arms and my eyes widened. I nervously walked over and Frank grabbed my arm, pulling me down. Frank cuddled up with me and I bit my lip. His head rested on my chest and I held my breath. He smelled like beer and cigarettes. Somehow that was the best scent ever. His hair was soft when I ran my fingers through them and he hummed happily. He fell asleep quickly and I couldn't help but reach for my notebook to draw another picture.