<Way>Alcohol And Altar Boys<Iero> <Part One>

The door closed behind Frank with a soft click. He locked the door again and stumbled up the stairs to his room, to drunk to walk like a civilized person. His eyeliner smudged and his body ached all over, his stomach was doing flips and he could feel the drinks he'd had that night starting to want out of his system.
He crawled into his bed, hugging his pillow to his chest and huffing. Another night he'd been out nearly all night and hadn't come home to find his parents waiting for him. Which was a good thing, if they knew about him sneaking out to go to clubs and drink, he'd be banned from everything under the sun that he loved to do.
Frank glanced over at the flashing red light of his clock. Three AM. Only five hours for him to rest and his mother would be pounding on the door to wake him up for church.
Frank was never partial to going to church. He hated to sit in the family pew and listen to something he was never going to apply to his life. He didn't follow the 'rules' now, so why would he follow them later?
But there was one thing he liked about the church. The new priest. Father Way. He was young and quite the looker, he was a breath of fresh air aside from the older priests at the church.
And he smelled nice. Which was another plus, seeing as the other priests usually smelt like the church; which smelt like oak and wet paint.
Frank nuzzled his head down into the pillow, closing his eyes. If he only had five more hours to sleep, he was soaking up every minute and second of those five hours that he could.
He only prayed his mother wouldn't slam on the door, knowing full well what kind of pain he'd be in the next morning. Or the next few hours...
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Gerard woke up it was four AM , only a couple of hours before church. He stepped into the shower, hot water grazed his skin, waking up his senses. "Ah," a slight moan of pleasure escaped his lips, pleasure one feels when their skin his heated after playing in the snow to long. His body wash contained a cologne scent making him smell good. His hair long, long enough that it curled slightly under his chin.
His hair dark brown, nearly black hair smelled of strawberries. For that was his shampoos scent. Once he stepped from the shower he caught his reflection in the mirror, he need to shave what little stubble that collect on his chin. He smiled at his newly clean reflection in the mirror. The smell in the bathroom was how he smelled, after shave, cologne, and strawberries.
The priest turned on his CD player a Christian band ZoeGirl was in the player, a song called Dismissed played. Gerard smiled, the perfect way to start day, he thought turning the song up.
"Never steal the song of my lips. I'll never bow down to give you a kiss, no. Never steal my innocence. You've been dismissed." Gerard sang the words as he danced through his apartment getting ready to leave for church.

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