I attempted to write fanfic for the first time in maybe 10 years. I knew I wanted someone from the Emo Trinity. I wanted smut. I wanted a trans character. I wanted someone who would turn gender roles and concepts of sex characteristics on it's head. Who could embody something usually seen as so feminine and make it entirely masculine. As a trans man, I wanted to incorporate my own feelings about my body. The story is not finished but even now, it may not be for you. It's mainly for me to be honest. I wanted a frank (ha) discussion on that the idea that trans men can be attractive and wanted without being fetishized.
I chose Frank Iero to play my trans character. He was always someone aspired to be when I was younger. He was short and small but he's always had such a masculine vibe. And who better to partner him than Gerard Way? I felt if anyone wear to accept trans Frank no questions asked, it would be him.
I set it after the Projekt Revolution kiss. I chose to ignore any relationships either man may have been in. It's been awhile since I've read up on that anyway.
Anyway, I wrote it in IPhone notes so the formatting may be a little weird. Like I said, not finished.
Decided to call it "Barriers"
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Frank flopped down on the bed, pushing his sweaty fringe out of eyes.
Fully clothed, he took a few deep breaths while lying on his back. Idly, he thought perhaps he should quit smoking.
Deciding clothes were too much to deal with Frank sat up and took off his shirt, a white v neck so soaked through with sweat he could see his tattoos. He ran his fingers over the two scars across his chest after pulling off his shirt. A force of habit at this point. Surgery still didn't feel real sometimes. It was a dream come true. One Frank was grateful for every day.
He thought back to roughly an hour ago. The Kiss. Capital letters formed in Frank's mind when he thought about it. So good it should have been trade marked.
Frank had been thrashing around on stage, pausing to take a moment to fuck around with Gerard. Frank moved closer him. And then, It Happened. Gerard was kissing him. Or, Frank was kissing Gerard. He wasn't sure. He tasted sweat and adrenaline. His best friend's tongue in his mouth, tasting and touching...they were one. Frank had stopped playing his guitar. He had never done that before. Not even when he stood atop Bob's drum set and fell off it.
And then, like a flame extinguished, it was over. Frank thought he may have seen Gerard wink. He continued playing, dazed.
Frank's phone buzzing shook him out of his reverie. He picked it up. A message from Gerard. He wanted to come to Frank's room.
Frank's heart dropped to his stomach and just like The Kiss, something ignited within him. A purely carnal lust. Frank loved Gerard like a brother sometimes, sometimes more. And now, he concluded, he wanted Gerard to fuck him. Frank rationalized this by telling himself he was complex. He contained multitudes if he were to quote Whitman.
But of course, being Frank, sex was never heat of the moment, tear your clothes off sex. There was always an awkward discussion. He knew Gerard had been with women and men. That was no secret. Gerard was very open about his sex life. And yet, Frank didn't know if he'd been with a trans man. Or, if he wanted to be with Frank at all.
Frank ran his fingers through his hair again.
"Give me time to shower, about 20 minutes" he texted Gerard.
Frank decided he would read the room. If he was wrong, well...at least he had sex toys.
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