#emetophobia warning

frank iero x gerard way (bullets era)

tw: emetophobia

“Dude, seriously, are we almost there or what? I feel fucking sick.” Gerard could hear from the seat behind him, making his eyes perk up slightly; glancing back before focusing on the passenger window beside him again. The band had been stuck in this shitty, cramped van for nearly four hours now, on their way to some small venue in the Midwest. “Shut up, we have about an hour left. We can pull over into a gas station if you need to puke.” Mikey replied to the man, currently slumped over and groaning quietly at the pain in his stomach.

Frank sighed, moving to lean his head back against the back of the seat instead, softly rubbing a hand on his stomach through his bleach-stained T-shirt.

Frank sighed again, more heavily. “Yeah, can we pull over?” Frank mumbled, immediately feeling the van make a sharp turn into a parking lot. Gerard stepped up from his seat, pushing the sliding door open before carefully picking Frank up by his shoulders and guiding him into the gas station, b-lining it for the men’s room, not bothering to close the van door behind him. He assumed Mikey or Ray would do it for him anyway.

Gerard shoved a stall door open, locking it back before watching Frank stumble over, falling to his knees in front of the toilet. He reached down to hold his hair back, watching closely as Frank began to heave.

“Fuck – nothing is happening, man…” Frank groaned in annoyance, feeling slightly unfulfilled at the need to puke with his body not letting it happen.

Gerard held his hair back, holding onto his jaw to face the other man’s head towards his own. “Open your mouth.”

Frank furrowed his brows in confusion, but complied anyway. He parted his lips, sticking his tongue out and making a slight yelp noise when Gerard shoved two fingers into his throat, feeling it contract slightly. He made a look of suspicion at Frank, noticing how he didn’t gag like he thought he would. He tried again, pushing his fingers a bit deeper before pulling them back out again, releasing his jaw and pulling his hair back again so that Frank could relax over the bowl once more, attempting to make himself throw up just to get it over with.

“Fuckin’ christ… what made you not have a gag reflex like a normal person? Sucking too much dick?” Gerard mumbled, letting out a disappointed sigh when Frank rolled his eyes, immediately dipping his head back down after quietly groaning in pain.

“Shut up and just...” Frank trailed off, finally gagging before forcing his lips shut, squeezing his eyes shut tightly before opening them again and trying to focus on the porcelain tank in front of him instead of the water below, not wanting to even think about the smell or the sight of what was to come. Gerard wrapped his fingers in Frank’s hair to hold it back more firmly, keeping the puke out of his hair once he started. He stood over him from behind, slightly crouched down to watch it hit the water, turning it a dark brownish-yellow color. He made a slight wince before focusing on Frank’s expression again, murmuring small words of encouragement and pity into his ear while he listened to the sounds of his bile pouring into the toilet bowl every few seconds.

“There you go, get it all out… you'll feel better after.”

“Shh, shh, shh… I know you feel sick…”

“I’ll get you some water afterwards, and you can lie down in my seat with me while we drive.”

dividers from @uzmacchiato