Things are shaping up to be pretty odd

Every carved pew at the Trillium Funeral Home had been filled by loved ones and just those who came to pay respect for a highly admired History teacher. Heads were bowed in prayer for the departed and hands were clasped infront of neutral bodies. Many tears were shed and negative emotions professed into the room, filling it with that eerie, somber feeling you could only get at a funeral.
Frank Iero glanced up and received a good smack from his mother who stood on his direct right.
"Keep your head down!" She hissed.
He grimaced before he adjusted his red silk tie and resumed the solemn position. Why was he even here anyway? He didn't know or ever talk to the person who had died. He was basically dragged by his parents to the dim event but not before they threw his suit at him and demanded him to get dressed. His father told him to wipe off his eye make-up, though he didn't oblige. His mother told him to comb down his black mohawk and at least try to cover the contrasting blonde at the sides. And again he did not obey. He was 21 and would wear his hair the way he damn well wanted to.
Out of the corner of his eye he recognized somebody he knew. Gerard Way. He took English Poetry with him the year before. Gerard was about 5'10 with shoulder-length black hair that he obviously dyed quite a bit. It was stringy and unruly, but suited him well. His eyes looked hollowed in the way he wore his bruise-coloured shadow. His skin was pale from lack of sunlight and his jet black suit did nothing to brighten his tone.
When Frank threw a quick glance his way Gerard must have noticed, for he too looked up and caught Frank's eyes.
"Hi" Gerard mouthed.
Frank mouthed back "Hi there."
Gerard kept Frank's gaze in a vice as he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Booo-ring." Gerard said, though his voice never sounded.
Frank accidentally let out a girlish giggle and quickly cupped his mouth with his left hand. Linda Iero whacked Frank in the back of the head almost immediately following his outburst. This made Gerard lower his head in order to refrain from laughing too hard. Gerard's cheekbones protruded with his wide smile.
The priest instructed the sorrowful congregation to be seated while he spoke of the many great things the recently deceased had ever accomplished. Frank found it funny how at funerals they only spoke of the good things about the person. What if they were actually an asshole? And everyone knew it. Why wouldn't they say they were an arrogant prick at the funeral and nobody was there to say anything except they were happy the shithead finally croaked.
Gerard Way cleared his throat, catching Frank's attention, along with many others.
Gerard mocked the priest in hopes of hearing another sweet giggle from Frank. Frank's shoulders shook in silent laughter at Gerard's tomfoolery, but he turned away just in time to save himself from another smack to the back of the head.
"Fucking cut it out." Frank's mom said, her voice a little louder than before.
The candy-coated spiel went on endlessly until finally, they were asked to socialize and reminisce about the dead teacher.
"I swear to God Frank if you make an ass of yourself-"
"Okay mom!" Frank called sarcastically.
He passed many well-dressed groups of family and friends until he eventually approached Gerard who was standing next to his parents.
Gerard turned away from his folks after reassuring them he would calm down.
"So this is one helluva party." said Frank as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah old dead people are a hoot." Gerard said in a joking voice.
Frank laughed along with him as he pinched the tip of the cigarette that he had in his pocket.
"You're not really going to go up there are you?" Frank asked, nodding towards the line of people who were waiting to walk by the open-casket.
"That depends, are you?" Asked Gerard with a smirk.
"Hell no, that shit creeps me out." said Frank, shuddering.
Gerard motioned towards the door. "Wanna head out for a drag?"
"Sure." Frank abided.
An evil stare was thrusted his way when his mom saw him leaving the room.
Frank put two fingers up to his lips, indicating to his angry birth-giver his intentions. She huffed and crossed her arms before continuing her conversation with the group of teachers at the front.
Frank's bad attitude in school may have been the topic of conversation there but he didn't care. When the cool, crisp evening air filled his lungs the pressure of being inside slipped away.
"So, here with your parents?" Gerard asked as he lit up a cigarette.
"Yeah. I didn't know the person." Said Frank.
Gerard exhaled toxic smoke with a sigh. "A funeral isn't exactly where I want to be right now, but my mom said she would appreciate if I came."
"Why's that?" Asked Frank, interested.
"Oh it's uh..." Gerard said, looking down at his feet then back up, "my boyfriend broke up with me last night."
"Oh...I didn't know you had a boyfriend." Frank said.
"I don't...now." Gerard said sarcastically with a light laugh.
"Aw, I'm sorry to hear that." Frank said apologetically.
"Nah, it's okay. I'll be fine." Gerard told him.
"Really, it's the saddest thing I've heard all day." Frank said, putting his hand on Gerard's shoulder.
"It wasn't much of a relationship anyway."
"What did he do?"
"Oh you know, he drank a lot. I wasn't into that." Gerard confessed.
"That's all right. You deserve better than him."
"How do you figure?"
"Well, because, you're pretty smart and kind. You didn't deserve that." Frank told him.
"Are you hitting on me?" Gerard inquired.
Frank sucked the end of his cigarette before smiling. "What if I am?"
"You silly prick." Gerard giggled.
The two young men continued their conversation until a long sleek hearse pulled up. The uniform clad driver stepped out and tipped his hat at them before entering the low building.
"Hey." Gerard turned Frank in the direction of the black vehicle.
"Whuh?" Frank murmured.
"I don't think he locked that fucking thing." Gerard pointed out.
"I'm not going in that." Frank protested.
"Come on, just take a look with me." Gerard said, grabbing Frank's elbow.
Gerard opened the back door a crack and peered in. Frank stood behind him, looking in a different direction.
"Look, there's nothing in here." Gerard said, opening the door wider.
"So? You're going to get in trouble if you go in there." Advised Frank, backing away from the hearse.
Gerard climbed into the back and motioned for Frank to come in too.
"Come on. Just for a second." Gerard said.
Frank sighed and took a step forth. "What if someone sees us?"
Gerard laughed. "It's not like we're fucking in it... Jesus Christ. Just get your ass in here."
Frank clambered into the back of the empty vehicle, taking a seat right next to Gerard as he shut the door.
Frank curled up as he stared around the car used for hauling dead corpses in fancy baskets.
"Okay, we're in, now let's go." Frank said.
Gerard's right eyebrow rose as he sat down. "Why are you so scared Frank?"
"I'm not, but it isn't ours. What if that driver guy comes back?" He worried.
"He won't. And besides, we'll be stuck in here until someone decides to open it. Look, there aren't any handles to open the door." Gerard said, trying not to laugh.
Frank's lips parted in disbelief. Gerard smiled evilly and pushed him back.
"Gerard! Now I'm stuck in a place where hundreds of disgusting dead bodies have been!" Frank complained.
"Aw, sugar." Gerard's fake sympathy made Frank pout.
Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."
"I don't care if I have to break a window, I'm fucking leaving." Frank threatened.
As he got up Gerard pulled him back. "Nooo, stay. Here, what if I give you a hug?"
"Then I will have gotten a hug from you, but I still want to get the fuck out of here." Frank said.
"Nooo." Gerard whined, pulling Frank back into his lap. "Just stay."
Frank frowned, but soon relaxed. He got comfy between Gerard's legs and persisted to whine.
"Shut up Stacy." Gerard laughed.
"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you?" Frank asked, angrily.
Gerard gave a tight smile before leaning back on his elbows, letting Frank come down with him. "Maybe. Just a little."
Frank turned his head as it rested on Gerard's shoulder.
"Why do I get the feeling like this whole time we've been flirting?"
Gerard shrugged. "You're the one on my lap."
"You're the one wanting to keep me in a secretive area whilst hugging me." Frank stated.
"You're the one still on my lap." He said.
Frank couldn't help his new feeling. Being on Gerard's body was exhilerating to him. And the setting that screamed death just added on to the excitement.
"Want to get off me then?" Gerard asked.
"No." replied Frank, snuggling into Gerard.
"Well...?"
Pink shone profusely from his cheekbones. "I like it. You're comfy."
"I'm sure," Gerard teased. "You want me."
"Who doesn't." Frank quipped.
"Woah.."
"I'm joking.." Frank tried.
"Don't lie to me." Said Gerard, with an evil smirk.
"Who said I was lying.." Frank was regretting having said anything. It was one of those things you say, thinking it's perfect, then two seconds later you could just shoot yourself.
"Oh. Sure okay." Gerard rolled his eyes. Both men waited for the other to say something. To break the awkward silence.
"Wait. Maybe I don't mind. Maybe.. it's alright to have Frank Iero crushing on me." Gerard giggled.
"And why would that be so great?" Frank asked, letting out a deep breath.
"Well, out of everyone around me right now I'm with him, alone, in a hearse.."
"I see. So.. basically because we're alone together you think it would be a good thing if we liked each other? Are you implying you're fuckin' horny?" Frank jolted up and laughed.
Gerard bowed his chin and looked up at Frank. Irresistable.
"Are you horny?" He questioned.
"I'm always horny." Frank tee-hee'd.
"Good. Me too." Gerard pulled his hair back behind his ears.
"Well.. What can we do about this situation?" Frank asked, knowing full well what was about to happen.
Gerard made a kissy face. Frank thought of resisting Gerard's lips but lust and feeling nudged him forth until, finally, their lips were in full contact. After two upwards movements of their closed mouths together they pulled away.
"Umm." Frank said, looking downwards.
"Oh fuck this." Gerard said, pulling Frank's face towards him.
The sudden contact made Frank's eyes widen in surprise, but soon he closed them as he let Gerard's soft lips take him under. Gerard kissed Frank's bottom lip simultaneously as Frank kissed Gerard's top lip. Everytime they pulled back their mouths parted more, allowing tongues to flick and gently play.
Frank deeply inhaled through his nose, making his chest puff out when Gerard stroked it. Frank rended back as Gerard's finger tips slid smoothly off of him.
"Why are we making out in the back of a hearse?" Frank wondered.
"Because," Gerard replied, "It's kinky."
Frank shrugged and resumed kissing Gerard, this time, sliding over him so he straddled his lap. The temperature in the car heated as Gerard's hands found their way down Frank's back.
They pryed away from each other to remove their jackets, but not for long before Frank pulled Gerard back into him. Their chests pressed heavily onto one another as the two slid into a laying position on the cool leather seats.
"What if we get caught?" Frank asked, in between kisses and practically into Gerard's mouth.
"We won't. I promise." Gerard sealed Frank's lips with his own.
Slowly Frank's hand made it's way down his side so his arm was resting on Gerard's extruding hip bone.
"You're so fucking skinny." Said Frank, into the crevice between Gerard's neck and jaw.
There was no response, Gerard simply grabbed Frank's hand and brought it to his left nipple. Even under his shirt the feeling of Frank's fingers tantalized him. He lost his breath.
Frank raised an eyebrow in satisfaction. He'd found something that seriously turned Gerard on.
He pulled himself down towards Gerard's groin and grabbed the button on his pants. Pulling it open, he grabbed the black dress shirt and popped it open. A button fell off and hit the ground beside them. Gerard attempted to look and see what Frank was doing, but he was merely pushed back down by Frank's long-reaching arm.
Frank kissed around the top of Gerard's boxers and up to his bellybutton, watching as goosebumps formed everywhere. A small moan may've even escaped Gerard, or maybe Frank was just hearing things. Soon the kisses travelled up his pale body to his nipples. The wetness of Frank's lips on him felt amazing. Though, it didn't last long before the kisses came higher, past his neck and to his lips again. Their tongues met before Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank and flipped the two mingled boys over, leaving Frank to be the seduced rather than the seducer.
The seat squeaked a bit as Gerard positioned himself conveniently right under the fly on Frank's pants. Slowly they came undone and unbuckled. Gerard tugged at the top of the vulnerable man's pants and pulled them down just enough to get access into his green and black plaid boxers. His hand slid slowly inside and encircled Frank's member, beginning a gentle stroking motion to get him as hard as possible.
"Have you ever," Gerard began to ask, noticing just how tense Frank was becoming at this contact "done this before?"
"Once or twice." He tried shrugging it off.
Gerard thought his nervous eyes were cute so he leaned over, still constantly rolling his hand over Frank's near-complete erection, and kissed him lightly.
Frank's face was mostly normal as he watched Gerard's hand go up and down on him, until suddenly, Gerard struck a weak spot in him. his mouth fell open and a moan tore out unexpectedly.
"Oh that feels so fucking good!" Frank exclaimed.
"That's the point sweetie." Gerard said, pulling his hand out.
Frank was throbbing by the time Gerard took off all of their clothing, and breathless for more.
All the nervousness Frank was experiencing had washed away to make room for this steamy, passionate event about to take place.
Gerard crawled over Frank's body, keeping eye-contact. His hands slid down Frank's healthy thighs, parting them. No light shone into the hearse, so they got around by feeling, touching.
"Fuck me." Said Frank's gasping voice.
"Only if you say please." Gerard said, licking his inner-thigh.
Frank was absolutely desperate for his touch. He rose his hips, making it quite clear if he didn't get off soon, he would explode.
"Please fuck me!" Frank begged.
"Please fuck me, who?" Gerard sang teasingly.
"Gerard Way, you better fuck me now or so help me God I'll-"
"Okay okay, no need to get bitchy. Just relax baby, you're in good hands."
Gerard aligned himself before he pushed in, instantly getting a low, smooth moan from Frank.
He drooped his body low over Frank's, the heat from their flesh only heightened their pleasure.
"This is really wrong.." Frank panted, trying not to make to much noise.
"What is?" Gerard pondered. "Fucking in a hearse?"
Frank didn't respond, he simply bit down on his bottom lip as Gerard brought a whole new level of pleasure to him.
Gerard's hips rocking to the motion of Frank's, and both of their voices escaping them simultaneously in low, harsh moans was driving them both crazy. "Come on, harder!" Frank grabbed Gerard's sides and pulled him into him faster.
"Woah, settle down their Frankie, or I might just stop." Gerard teased before pushing Frank's now fallen mohawk out of his wide eyes. Lightly kissing the young man's forhead, he noticed it to be beaded with sweat.
"Fuck. It's hot in here.." Gerard panted, his nails digging into the back of the seat they were on.
Both men soon noticed they were sweating and the windows were fogging up. "Breath less! It's obvious!" Frank laughed, almost. It's hard to laugh when you're trying desperately to hold back all of the noises that want to escape your body when you're that damn horny.
"Who cares!" Gerard spat. "Give 'em a good show." His thrusts increased in pace as he felt the head of his cock becoming more sensitive.
"Shit, you're swollen aren't you?" Frank questioned.
"I want this so bad.." Gerard moaned, trying hard not to allow their time together to pass too quickly.
Frank found it very obvious that Gerard was enjoying this little rebound fuck more than he should, maybe even more than anyone would be expected to. Could Gerard Way possible have fallen for Frank Iero? Or was Frank simply mistaken. He watched intently, almost forgetting completely about the mass amounts of pleasure he was feeling, at Gerard's facial expressions while he pushed into him. His body language made it seem as though he was deeply concentrating on what was happening but the way his hands trembled and his eyes rolled back behind his blackened eyelids made it seem as though he were enjoying this more than Frank was.
Gerard brought one hand up to Frank's mouth as he brought the other to his erect cock and began stroking him gently, paying special attention to the sensitive end. Frank bit down on Gerard's hand, trying to stop himself but to no avail, Frank let out a moan so loud that even through Gerard's hand both boys thought it may've been heard outside. Frank tried to apologize, but it's hard to say sorry when the noises are escaping your body and you have no control over the frequency of it or the volume for that matter.
Frank began to moan uncontrollably, but wanted desperately not to end this too fast. He was going to come.. but he just couldn't. He held back as much as he could. Whether they were going to come together or not, Gerard was going to make this amazing for Frank. Slowly, he turned on a slight angle and pulled out of Frank's tight ass. Frank, being a smart man, immediately grabbed onto Gerard's length and started to stroke him. As their lips came into contact and their paces hurried, Frank panted into Gerard's mouth, "I'm going to fucking come." Gerard smirked as their unoccupied hands took one another and their fingers laced together lovingly.
"Wait for me" Gerard moaned softly into his friend's mouth.
Frank's voice echoed nearly the exact same thing, except his voice was more of a whine and he ended his moan with "Gerard!"
Suddenly, Frank's hand filled with Gerard's hot liquid and he began to slow down a bit. The fact that Gerard was actually coming in his hand pushed him one step further and he too began to let go. Frank brought his hand up to Gerard's smooth chest and dragged his palm up his hot skin, up his nipple and over his visible collarbone leaving a wet trail of his own cum. Gerard glanced down at Frank's still damp hand and lifted it to his lips before he licked off the rest of the mess.
Frank giggled secretly. "Do you taste good?"
Gerard smirked in a equally secretive way. "Why don't you taste for yourself?" He inclined forward.
Their lips touched gently and almost as soon as, Frank's tongue flicked over Gerard's, experiencing the sapidity of his semen on it and shuddering with pleasure.
Since Frank wasn't finished quite yet, Gerard slid off the seat and positioned himself in between Frank's knees. Continuing to rub, he watched as Frank dripped hot seed into his hand. Seeing that there was a mess, Gerard began to suck on the end of Frank's cock, sliding his tongue over the area as necessary. Frank's head tilted back and he shut his eyes as Gerard cleaned him up. "You taste so good.." He said, rubbing the inside of Frank's thighs.
"Oh.. SHIT." Frank bolted up.
"What is it!?" Gerard wondered, surprised.
Quickly, Frank remembered where they were. They cleary had forgotten they were in a hearse.. in the middle of a funeral procession.
"That guy's going to be back!"
Gerard too clued in. He had been totally caught up in what was happening until that exact moment. He leaned over quickly and grabbed both his and Frank's attire. The two boys hunched over in the short vehicle, rushing to get dress. "Let me help you.." Gerard giggled, adjusting Frank's red tie in the way a mother would do on her child's first day of Kindergarten. He quickly planted a kiss on Frank's rosey cheek before fixing his hair.
"Wait.. How the fuck are we supposed to get out of here?" Frank began to really worry.
"Oh.." Gerard started to laugh. Frank watched in disbelief as Gerard passed him and went straight up to the front of the vehicle and crawled out the driver's side door.
All of his emotions wiped clear off the slate as he stepped into the cold, dark parking lot. Families, including his own and Gerard's standed around. Staring in disgust, uttering a whole bunch of things, but neither of the boys cared. "How dare you!? What were you thinking Gerard!?" Mrs. Way began screaming from the other side of the parking lot walking hastily towards Gerard. Frank stood still, completely oblivious to the fact that he was sweaty, his clothes were ruffled and his makeup was running. "Frank Iero.. I can NOT believe -" His mother began to bitch at him again, but all he could do was think about what had just happened and watched, awestruck, as Gerard stood soaking in all of the harsh words and comments that his Mother and Father were screaming at him, and not do anything. But.. damn. Did those pants ever make his ass look sweet.