***Gerard***
Six days without Frank and Gerard already was losing his fucking mind. He mopped over the kitchen floor four times, steamed cleaned the living room carpet, wiped down all the cupboards and fixed up the said cupboards the way Frank liked it. He was trying to make time go by fast by cleaning like his life depended on it. He called Spencer and tried to get him to come over a few times but he'd been busy with Pete and had no time to visit. Still, at least they'd spent an hour and a half on the telephone together. Speaking of telephone... Frank kept his promise and called twice, sometimes three, times a day and they talked about thirty something minutes each call. They did not end up getting the webcam, because it turned out to not be compatible with Frank’s laptop. Still Frank made sure to let Gerard know how much he missed him each time, but it wasn't enough for Gerard. He wanted his husband in person. "Fuck..." Gerard dropped the rag on the kitchen counter and wiped the back of his hand across his forehead. He was a sweaty mess. His hair was sticking to his face and his clothes were damp. He worked himself ragged and now he knew he had to stop since he was getting light headed. Gerard slowly made his way up stairs and entered the bedroom. Right on time Gerard's cell goes off and he pulls it out of his pocket and looks at the screen. Franks smiling face stared at him and Gerard quickly pressed answer. "Frank!" He chirped excitedly, plopping down on the bed as he balanced his cell with his shoulder. "Gerard! Hey baby, what're you up to?" Gerard's smile was glued to his face. Hearing Frank’s voice is the highlight of his day. "I just got done cleaning the house. Wasn't much to clean since it's just me in here." Gerard sighed, rubbing his hands down on his thighs. "What about you? What's my handsome husband up to?" "Well, quite busy. This son of a bitch has pretty much disappeared into the mountains and now I have to go up there with his...get this…fucking three month pregnant teenage wife! Can you believe that shit!? He knocked up a 17 years old and then married her, with parents’ permission of all things! Now he is fucking around with the God damn horn player and I have deal with the bullshit and drama. I swear Gee, I need this like I need a fucking hole in the head! Gerard let Frank rant and vent to him about the situation. He understood that this was what his husband needed and being the good wife that he was. He lent him the ear. Frank could get pretty loud too, so he pulled the phone away from his ear and put it on speaker. Frank’s voice filled the room and it was almost like he was there with him. Finally Gerard heard Frank calm down a bit and his breathing even out. When he spoke it was with a little sadness. ”On top of all that the days aren't long enough and the nights are a drag, especially since I don't have my cuddly Geebear with me." "Aww, tell me about it. I miss you so much." Gerard was giggling girlishly as flipped over onto his back. "Yeah? What do you miss the most?" When Frank asked this, Gerard could hear the smirk in his voice. "I miss all of you. Miss waking up to your hard-on pressed against my ass and your hands on my hips." "Really now? I miss that, too." Before Gerard knew what he was doing he's shoved his hand down his pants and gripped his cock. He moaned loudly and laughed when Frank 'ooh'ed' knowingly. "Are you touching yourself for me baby?" Gerard could hear the rustling of Frank’s clothing through the speaker. He knew that Frank would be wrapping his own sweaty hand around his cock thinking of fucking Gerard in their bed. "Mmmm-hmm...." Gerard mewled. He slicked his middle and index finger with precum and slipped the digits inside himself. He's sure Frank knew he was fingering himself now. The older man knew the noises his made when he was being penetrated. "F-Fuck yeah... Fuck." Gerard heard Frank gasping and could “see” the he was squeezing his eyes shut tightly. Gerard can just imagine that he is sprawled out in their bed with Frank on top of him pushing into him at a fevered pace. His fingers are deep inside his ass, twisting and thrusting and jamming them up against his spot. Gerard could hear that Frank’s breathing was becoming more erratic. He was so close already. He knew it was hard not to cum for Frank, especially with Gerard moaning and telling Frank he was on his spot. "Right there, Frankie. Oh God. It feels so good. You're fucking me so good." Gerard, sounding wrecked and that is all it took to push Frank over the edge. He let out a guttural moan and shouted Gerard’s name. Gerard was breathing harshly, sighing and swearing, indicating that he had reached climax as well. He really wanted Frank to hold him right now. ”I *pant* wish I was there *gasp* to hold you right now Gee. I hope that you are…” Just as Frank was about to ask Gerard something, Gerard heard a knock echoing through the speaker from Frank’s hotel room. "Hold on a fucking second!" Frank shouted at whoever it was with agitation in his voice. He sighed. ”Sorry Baby, I gotta go..." "Aw... well, okay sweetie. Call me whenever you can." "Will do. I love you... bye." "Bye. Love you too." On that note they both ended the call and sighed in unison. The next day Frank’s call never came for Gerard. Not one fucking call. Nothing the day after either. Or after that. He tried calling the number, but each time it went to voice mail or disconnected. At one point he got so frustrated that he threw the phone. It was not enough to break it, but he left it where it landed. Gerard was losing his fucking mind with worry. He found the wine that was left over from the dinner with his fucking brothers. He started drinking it to numb the pain. He drank the wine like it was water, he stopped cleaning the house and even stopped bathing. He glued himself to the couch only to get up to stumbled to the bathroom and retrieve more wine. At one point he called M. and begged him to send over a currier with some coke. If Frank didn’t care then why should he? M. said he would send someone round and Gerard slurred a thank you and hung up. He was pathetic and he didn't care how fucked up he got. Maybe he'd die and when Frank got back from his trip he'd find Gerard dead on the couch. Gerard passed out to that thought with tears running down his face. ***Timestamp: Saturday, Oct. 27th******Spencer***
*ring ring* ”Yeah Wentz residence, Mr. Wentz himself speaking.” ”Frankie! Wait, where the fuck have you been?! No… wait, have you spoken to Gerard at all?” ”Fuck, that long? Um… no he has not called Spencer. Yeah yeah, I am sure he is fine. He will just pop by and check, They are supposed to have lunch today anyway, he will just go early.” ”Yes yes, alright, I will. Yeah, I’ll tell Spencer. Okay bye.” Spencer heard Pete hang up the phone with Frank. He listened to Pete tell him about finally hearing from Frank after three days. Spencer listened like a good wife. ”Hey Baby, have you heard from Gerard? Frankie is just a little worried since he has not spoken to him in three days.” He told Pete that he had not heard from him. He hated to lie, but there was no way he was going to tell Pete the truth. Well it was not an actual lie. Gerard had not contacted him, it was M. He still recalled the conversation. ”I’m telling you Spencer, he is not doing good.” ”So why are you calling me then?" ”Alright so this is not like me, but fuck if I actually like Frank. Ya know, he cleaned Gee up good and I think he can stay that way. So yeah, I called you first.” "He’s that bad huh?” ”Yeah, he said it has been five days since he heard from Frank.” ”There has to be a good reason though. I know there is.” ”Either way, he was drunk when he called so get there soon.” ”All right… and M? Thanks.” ”No problem doll face, I do have to protect my investments after all.” That was last night, and Pete was getting ready to head over this morning when Frank called. He had explained how he was stuck in a cabin in the mountains for the last five days, and that there had been no reception. He was on his way back down, and this was the first chance he had to call anyone. Why he chose to call Pete before Gerard was unknown to Spencer, but he figures divine intervention of some sort because if Gerard is that fucked up, he would say something stupid. ”Mrs. Wentz, Louis is here for you.” ”Thank you Max.” Spencer took his coat from Max and walked out of the house. He gave a small smile to Louis as he held the car door for him, but Louis did not smile back. That is when Spencer knew it was bad. ”Please Louis, quickly, let’s go.” Spencer was panicking when he arrived at the mansion. He was grateful that Louis let him just get out on his own. He got to the door, and Charles opened it before he could even knock. "How is he?" "Not good Mrs. Wentz." Spencer went into the living room and gasped. Gerard looked a sight. He was in clothes that needed to be cleaned badly. There were empty boxes of cheap wine all over the place, His skin was sallow, having a yellow tinge to it. He looked worse than Spencer had seen, even before when Gerard was on the drugs. Mentally he thanked M. that he called him when Gerard called begging for something. M. had a good heart when he was not stuffing shit up his nose. "Oh Gee baby." Gerard rose his arm, weakly, and dropped it. "Oh! Spence, heyyyy." Gerard slurred, attempting to sit upright, but he failed miserably and hit the floor. He staggered up on his feet and stumbled over to his best friend and pulled him in to a hug. "Where ya been?" He practically screamed in Spencer's ear. "Gee baby, you look a sight! Ugh, and when did you shower last? What happened to the house? Come on talk to me, what's going on?" Gerard plopped down on the couch and groaned. "I showered." He downed the rest of the bottle on the table in one swig. "Yeah, uh huh, what last week? Come on up we go." Spencer picked Gerard up like a baby. He reeked of old booze and what the fuck, Cheez-Its? He carried him into the downstairs master bathroom. He kicked the door closed with his foot and placed Gerard down on the vanity. Gerard slumped over the ornate wood table. Spencer sighed and went to the oversized bathtub. He began to fill it with hot water. As the hot water ran in, he evened it out with cold. He then added some bath beads to the water for some fragrance. "All right Gee, the bath is getting ready." ***Gerard*** Spencer began to strip and then walked over to Gerard. He tried to get his clothes off, but Gerard was being less than cooperative. "Come on Gee, help me get you out of those clothes." Gerard groaned and mushed his hand against Spencer's cheek. "Don't wan' to." His legs gave out and he fell to the ground. He looked up at Spencer through his greasy fringe and moaned." ”Can't fuckin' get up." He knows he's being a hassle, but he was really fucked up. He'd puked an hour ago outside by the pool deck and then stumbled through the kitchen until he made it to the living room to collapse on the couch. He wasn't even going to attempt climbing the staircase. He'd fall and break his neck and that would be the stupidest way to go... But dying would cure it all... Dying would end his misery. Dying would be his ticket to utopia. Spencer stared down at him and sighed, annoyed and fed up at the same time. Gerard didn't like the way his best friend was staring at him. He'd seen that expression too many times in his lifetime. He'd seen it on M., his first husband’s rapist son, his drug addict fourth husband, and his abusive fifth husband... Now he sees it on Spencer. That look could only mean one thing. As Spencer reached down to help him up he snapped. Gerard let out a mind splitting scream and shoved Spencer back. Not hard enough to make him fall, just hard enough to force a small amount of distance between them. "Don't you fucking touch me! Keep your fucking hands off of me, you fucking pervert!" Gerard gripped the rim of the sink and pulled himself up on wobbly legs. "What the fuck Gerard?! Have you lost it?! That's it! I'm fucking calling 911, and putting your ass away! You need fucking help! Then I'm calling M. Frank does not deserve this shit!" Spencer turned his back on his best friend and started to walk out of the bathroom grabbing a towel to wind around his waist. Gerard leaned over the sink and looked in the mirror. Everything was shaking, the whole room was shaking. "Spencer!! Help! Fucking help! What kind of fucking friend are you?!" He needed help. He was going to puke his fucking brains out and he needed his friend to hold his hair or pat his back and help keep him on his feet. "Don't you fucking call 911, you fucking idiot!" "No, you are the fucking idiot Gerard! You have this amazing man and a life that most House Wives only dream of and you are going to throw it away because your husband had to do his fucking job!? Do you know what would happen if I did this every time Pete was called away!? he would have gotten rid of me a long time ago! Frank trusts you to take care of yourself, his home, and children while he is out working his ass off to be the best husband he can be!" Gerard shook his head frantically and swayed. He lowered his head into the sink and groaned. Somehow he was able to stay upright on his own. "Shut up, shut up, Spencer! Shut your fucking--" He stopped mid-sentence as he started to throw up. He gripped the rim of the sink harder as he felt his legs starting to give out. "I thought you were going to be different this time Gee. I thought you were really going to try. I know you called M. for drugs. That is how I ended up here. He called me instead of sending you a drug Currier. I can't see you like this anymore Gee, I'm sorry baby, but no. Bye Gee baby." Gerard managed to get the sink on to wash away the wine he'd puked up and looked in to the mirror after he was done. Spencer sadly turned away and gathered up his clothing. He walked out of the bathroom. Gerard’s entire face was red, his eyes were watery and his wine stained lips were chapped. Gerard turned off the sink and slowly made his way out of the bathroom. Spencer still had to be somewhere around the house. Regardless, Gerard stumbled over to his bed, a.k.a couch, and collapsed on it. He could feel himself sobering up. The room was shaking less and his vision was less blurry. 'Kill me', Gerard thought, 'fucking kill me'. "M-M-Mrs. Iero, uh, phone for you." Charles was in too much shock seeing his Mistress like this. He stood there holding the house phone, not knowing what else to do. Gerard groaned and shook his head. "Tell them I'm dead." "Um, okay. Mr. Iero, I was told to inform you that Mrs. Iero is..." Spencer appeared and grabbed the phone from Charles. "Hey Frankie, how's God country?" "No no no, he was just messing with you. Yeah yeah, oh shit, that sucks. Well that explains why no one heard from you for a few days." Gerard stood up and stumbled over to his friend. "Oh! There goes my best friend! Thanks for all your fucking help Spencey-pie. I've got throw-up in my hair all thanks to you." He stuck his hand out for the phone. "Gimme." ***Spencer*** Spencer pulled away from Gerard and walked to the other side of the room. He could see that Gerard was not registering that it was Frank on the phone. He also understood why Gerard was so messed up now. Frank had been in a remote area where there was no phone reception. That is why no one heard from him for a while. Pete was even freaking out, worried whether Frank was fine. "So when do you think you will be home Frankie? Wow, that soon? No no, again, everything is fine. Okay, I will, I promise, I will tell him. Okay, bye Frankie." Spencer hung up the phone and glared at Gerard. "Wow, you are so fucking out of it that you did not even realize who was on the phone did you?" "Spencer, I know who was on the phone... It was my husband. My bastard husband. Now if you would so kindly call him back for me that would be fucking superb." Spencer knew that in Gerard’s mind Frank abandoned him. No fucking call. No fucking text. He left Gerard alone to be the only way he knew how to be when he was alone. "Yeah, well he called to apologize, and tell you that he was in the fucking mountains, that there was no cell phone reception up there. He called to let you know that he was sorry if he worried you. So that is what your fucking bastard husband was doing and you know what I was doing, I was getting ready to call M and have your ass shipped back to the House." Spencer was done screaming. Nothing was getting through to Gerard. He needed him to be clear and that was not happening. He walked into the kitchen while dialing. Gerard staggered behind him and snatched the phone out of his hand. He ended the call before it started to ring and threw the phone across the kitchen. It hit the wall, breaking noisily. "Why the fuck are you here, Spencer!? Stay the fuck out of my business! You should be more concerned about what your husband’s doing instead of sticking your nose up my ass!" "My husband is fine, I am aware what is up with mine, but apparently you are not worried about yours, and now you just broke his phone. I am out of here Gerard. I am done. The next person to walk through that door now will be M and his thugs with a nice syringe full of 'knock Gerard the fuck out'. I will call Frank from home and let him know." Spencer walked out of the kitchen and down the hall to the front door. He took his coat from a shocked Charles. "Six times huh Gee? I am guess that M will move to the other thigh for the tattoo." Gerard thrummed his fingers on the island and stuck his other hand up in Spencer's direction. He shot him the bird. "My fingers are crossed, hopefully he fucking kills me this time!" "That's it! I cannot take this anymore!" Spencer turns around and sees Louis come barreling in the door. He moves into the kitchen and grabs Gerard. He throws him over his shoulder. He moves into the sight of Spencer and Spencer can see Gerard kicking and screaming and pounding on Louis’s back, but it was doing nothing. He pointed to Spencer. "You two right now, let's go!" Spencer was stunned, but he followed Louis. He went back to the bathroom. The water was still running in the big tub and the room was clouded with steam. Fortunately, there was an overflow in the tub so nothing was flooded. He reached down and turned the water off. He then unceremoniously dropped Gerard into the tub. Now the water splashed up. "Are you out of your fucking mind?!" Gerard screamed, wiping his hand down his face. "What the fuck Louis?!" "You are the best thing that has happened to the Master in a long time! Ever since the former Mistress left, he was a wreck! You brought the light back to his eyes again and I am not going to watch it go out once more! I am aware that I am over stepping my boundaries as a servant here and I could get fired, but dammit, I am going to go out for a good cause!" Louis stood there and looked at Spencer. "You too, strip and get in the tub with him. He needs a good scrubbing everywhere and I am not touching him with that kind of intimacy." Spencer was too stunned to speak still. He just started to remove his clothes and then climbed into the tub. Louis held Gerard around his chest so he could not thrash and Spencer began adding shampoo to Gerard's hair and washing out the old vomit. Gerard decided to give up. He was way too fucked up to take on two. He was out of breath, and his body was starting to feel like it belonged to a rag doll. "Let go of me." "Are you going to stay still?" Gerard nodded and Louis let go. After seeing that he was going to listen, he turned to Spencer. "I am going to leave him with you. Take good care of him will ya? I'll go pack for my dismissal." Gerard glared at Spencer and snarled. "This is all your fault." "My fault? My fault? Oh so it is my fault that M called me instead of let you get more fucked up? It's my fault that I came over here to check on you because I love you? That I was willing to help you bathe and help you clean up the house after I helped you sober up? Well excuse me for wanting to be there for you and to do more than hold your hair so that you did not get puke in it." Spencer could no longer hold back the tears. He let them all flow now and they hit the bath water and caused the oil to dissipate into smaller pools. Gerard watched his friend for a minute or so until he let out a deep sigh. "You're right. It's my fault." Spencer had no more words. He just sat in the water and cried. He just sat there. He could barely feel Gerard against him. So this is what it felt like to be broken. "I know you love me Spence and I'm glad you still do, I'm surprised you still do to be honest. I really think you should hate me. I don't deserve your love." Gerard bit down on his own bottom lip to prevent himself from becoming a sobbing wreck. "Frank's not gonna want to be with me anymore. He'll realize I'm a big mistake just like everyone else does." "No he won't. We will fix up the house so that he won't even know that anything happened." Gerard shook his head. "You need to tell on me. You need to teach me a lesson, Spence. I don't deserve either of you." "No, that won’t accomplish anything. Besides are you going to react like this again or are you going to think and realize that maybe something else is going on?" Gerard wiped his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I just... I'll tell Frank when he gets back." "I'll help you. We will explain everything together. Right now, let's get you cleaned up and then get the house done." ***Timestamp: Tuesday Oct. 30*** ***Gerard*** Gerard stepped into his bedroom and flicked on the light. He looked around with a content smile etched on his face. Everything was spotless and he was proud. It was all thanks to Spencer. If he hadn't showed up Gerard would still be stuck on the couch, rotting. Gerard kicked off his slippers and shrugged off his robe. He hung it on its rack and then climbed into bed. He was so lucky he had his best friend. He couldn't have fixed up the house and gotten sober without him. And even after all the shit Gerard said to him Spencer forgave and they had mind blowing makeup sex... once Gerard was sober of course. Closing his eyes Gerard sighed and stretched his arms out. Frank was going to be home soon, hopefully. *knock knock* "Hey baby, your Frankie's home." Gerard sat up eagerly and stared at the door as it opened. There was his husband. His perfect fucking husband. "Frank!" Gerard screeched, and jumping out of bed and rushed over to his husband. Frank caught Gerard as he hugged him with all his strength. It felt good being in his warm arms again. Frank hugged back with almost equal pressure. He was much stronger than his wife and did not want to hurt him. He did however lift him off the ground as he hugged him tightly. "God, I missed you baby, so much." Frank scooped Gerard up in his arms and twirled him around the room. He got dizzy quickly and collapsed them on the bed, both laughing. Gerard's lips went straight for Frank's face and he just started kissing him all over. He couldn't help himself. He missed this man so much he couldn't even function properly without him. "I missed you too. So. So. So much!" "Ha ha ha, I can tell." Frank untangled himself, and crawled over Gerard. He kissed him deeply reacquainting himself with the incredible taste of his wife. Gerard pressed back greedily into the kiss. Frank kept it up for as long as his lungs would hold out. When he broke the kiss with reluctance, he looked at Gerard. His lips were red and swollen. "Fucking beautiful. I forgot how beautiful you were Gee." Gerard smirked and trailed his hand down Frank's scruffy cheek. "I'm glad you still think I'm beautiful." "Do you know the thing that I missed most about being away from you baby?" Gerard brought his hands to the back of Frank’s head and giggled quietly. "No, what?" "Waking up next to you." Frank moved them up to the pillows. He pulled the covers, and allowed Gerard to slip inside of them. He then quickly striped off his own clothes down to his boxer briefs and crawled into bed next to Gerard. He pulled Gerard onto his chest and sighed, breathing in his scent. "And this, this moment of you, your scent and your head next to my heart."Frank took everything in with another deep breath. The feeling of security that he was home was lulling him to sleep quickly. Gerard felt the deep breath Frank released and suddenly he felt sleepy, too.
"I missed this, too." * * * ***Frank & Gerard*** Frank woke up to the sun catching in his eyes. "Man, this shit's gotta stop." He grumbled and then looked over at Gerard. The sun was creeping up over his shoulder and just lighting his face up a bit. He sighed and watched as Gerard squirmed from the heat that the sun gave off. He brushed it off like one would a feather that was tickling their skin. Frank chuckled at that thought. He leaned in and just brushed his lips against Gerard's, causing the pale man to stir a bit. "Morning Geebear." Gerard's eyes snapped open and he gasped. He was kicked out of dreamland and brought back to reality. His perfect reality. He blinked up at his husband with a sheepish smile and pressed a small peck against his mouth, quickly. "Morning to you too." "Did I scare you or something? That was not exactly a pleasant look of surprise in your eyes just now. What were you dreaming about?" Frank was concerned now. He had not spoken much to Gerard after that day on the phone with Spencer. He wondered if something had happened that he was not told about. Gerard trailed his hand across the sheets and shrugged his shoulders. "N-no... Nothing. I can't really remember. I'm fine. You just kinda scared me. I got so use to waking up alone the past few days, that I didn't really expect you." Frank flopped back down on his back. "Yeah, I can understand that. I got used to not waking up with the fucking sun in my face and now here it is again. Black out curtains next year, I swear." Gerard laughed. "Um, yeah, did you sleep okay?" Frank stretched causing the sheets to slip down a bit and reveal the colorful ink adorning his chest. "Yeah, I did. Man, nothing like being in your own bed to help get most of the kinks out of your body." Gerard watched Frank and he subconsciously grins. He'd realized he missed Frank too much. To the point where it felt like he was dreaming and any minute now he'd wake up... drunk, on the couch, and alone. He sat up slowly and crisscrossed his legs. "Do you know what today is?" He asked this as he was taking Frank’s hands in his own. He traced the 'H' from the Halloween tattoo on Frank’s knuckles. "Yup, it's my birthday. Soooo, do I get something special for it?" Frank wiggled his eyebrows up and down and made Gerard giggle. "Well, Happy Birthday, for starters. And... I've got a surprise for you, but that's later." "Awwww, I have to wait for later? I don't get nothin now?" Frank used a little kids voice as he sat up against the head board and pouted. He crossed his arms and fake sulked. "Ohhhh." Gerard smirked, crawling into his husband's lap. "What did you want, birthday boy?" Frank continued to look down and pout, but he had a little gleam in his eye now. "I don’t know... maybe a birthday kiss from my favorite wife?" Gerard stared into his husband's eyes and obliged quickly. He pressed his lips to Frank's and kissed him. Softly and slowly, but hungrily. Frank loved the feel of his wife in his lap. He loved the weight of him pressed against his chest as his tongue met and danced with Gerard's pushing its way into his mouth. He loved the taste of him, sweet and sultry, just like his personality. He pulled away and trailed his tongue down from his chin to his neck. He loved how Gerard arched back to give him full access to the pale flesh. He found that spot between the shoulder and collarbone and sucked lightly on it listening to him moan and shift in his lap making room for the hard on that was now growing against Frank's bare stomach. "I forgot how good you taste baby." Gerard whimpered and raked his fingers through Frank’s hair as he grinds down on his lap. "Let me keep reminding you then." He enveloped Frank’s lips in another kiss, and then another, and another until Frank pulled back, chuckling. "Well baby, if you want to remind me of that, I have a better way." He lightly pushed Gerard off his lap and onto his back. He crawled up and began to work his way to getting his pajama pants off. He slowly pulled them down and mouthed at the hip bones that peeked out. He then worked his way down, tracing the soft v-shape with his tongue as he continued to pull the clothing off. As he exposed more flesh he made sure to lavish it with attention too. This was not about fast and furious sex, this was about committing his wife's body and taste to his memory. He loved listening to the little sounds he was making as he trailed further down. When he exposed his cock, Frank's mouth began to water. He took the tip into his mouth and sucked lightly on it. Gerard inhaled sharply and exhaled deeply. His hands went straight for Frank’s hair. "F-Frank... Oh, God... Nnnf. T-today's about you, remember?" Frank worked his way down to the base in slow deliberate movements and then swirled his tongue coming back up. He moved to the tip again and then trailed his tongue up and down the vein several times, knowing it drove Gerard crazy. He then moved back to his inner thighs and nipped and sucked on them leaving a trail of small red and purple marks as he went. He worked his way back up leaving the lower region back to Gerard's pale chest, taking each nipple into his mouth and lavishing attention on them with his teeth and tongue. Finally fixing himself back in between his wife's thighs, he kissed his way back up his neck and to the shell of his ear where he whispered. "What was that baby?" Gerard shuddered and arched his back as he let out a high, breathy moan. "You're not playing fair." He pouted, attempting to get his hand down his husband’s boxers. He wanted to get Frank off more than anything in that moment. He's sure Frank's been sexually frustrated since they've been separated for a while. It's not like he had a Spencer of his own. Frank laughed as he thwarted Gerard's attempts to achieve his goal. Instead he pushed three fingers into his wife's mouth. "It's not nice to talk with your mouth full you know Gee. Now be a good girl and get them nice and wet for me." Frank knew that because of the rule that he and Spencer agreed upon that Gerard had not been fucked in almost two weeks. Just because he could fuck Spencer did not mean that he was not dying to get fucked himself. Frank had pretty much planned to jump him last night, but Gerard's reaction was one of pure joy and he was not going to ruin it with lust. He moaned at how good it felt to get his fingers sucked and blended it with the memory of Gerard sucking his cock the last day he was here. He pulled them out with a wet pop and moved them down to Gerard's opening. He thrusted two in at once and felt Gerard arch his back again. He went back to whispering in his ear. "I know you were a good girl Gee and have not broken your promise to me with Spencer. That is why I am going to fuck you so hard that you will not be able to move for two weeks. I am going to make up all the lost time to you right now." He pushed a third finger inside of Gerard, and hit is prostate dead on. Gerard screamed and clutched onto the bed sheets. He's right, Gerard didn't break his promise, but he was so tempted to sit on Spencer's cock and ride him every time he undressed. He knew though, he knew Spencer wouldn't let him do that to Frank and Gerard didn't want to do that to Frank either. It was just wishful thinking... He would pretend Frank was inside of him when he was inside of Spencer, and that's how he would get off, but that was his own dirty little secret. "R-Right there." Gerard panted as Frank pressed his fingers on his spot over and over again. Frank moved his fingers in and out of Gerard quickly as he stretched him out. Two weeks was a long time and he did not want to hurt Gerard at all. Finally he thought it was enough. He pulled his fingers out and reached over to the night stand drawer. He smirked at the almost empty bottle of lube he found. He pulled it out and held it in front of Gerard as he popped the cap. "Considering this was full two weeks ago, I would say that you and Spencer were very busy or your right hand was." Frank watched as Gerard blushed even a further shade of red than his skin already was from the heat that Frank caused. He watched Gerard's eyes as he slipped out of his boxer briefs and slicked up his own cock. He winced a little. It was really sensitive from all the jerking off that he did when he was alone. He hoped that Gerard did not notice. . "F-Frankie, now please." Frank smirked down at his wife writhing and begging him. Being a gentleman, he fulfilled his request and pushed in all the way in one stroke. "Fuck!" No waiting, Frank started a brutal pace, going right for Gerard's prostate on every stroke. Gerard's voice got caught in his throat and his body tensed up as a wave of multiple orgasms washed over him. His jaw was slack and wide, his eyes were shut tight and he threw his head back and grasped the bars on the headboard, holding on for dear life. He seriously fucking missed this feeling. Being full and filled with his husband. Gerard managed to let out a wrecked moan and his body quivered as Frank kept going with his enthusiastic pace. "Don't stop. Please don't fucking stop." "*pant* Wasn't planning on it baby. Never planning on it." Frank pulled Gerard into his lap, while remaining on his knees. He knew that Gerard loved this position because he could wrap his arms around Frank and kiss him without losing that perfect angle inside him. Also Frank felt like he was the deepest possible inside his wife. "Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. So Fucking Tight Gee." He punctuated each of the four words with hard stabbing motions that made Gerard scream out in ecstasy. "You feel like a vice grip, only warm and slicked up. Fuck Gee, you don’t know how good you look right now. One day I'm gonna fuck you in a room full of mirrors so you can watch yourself take my cock from every angle possible. Hell, I'll put them on the fucking floor too!" The groan that Gerard let out told Frank that he loved the idea. He knew his wife was a bit of a narcissist, but that was part of his charm. Gerard had the confidence to know that he was hot and fucking sexy as hell. It only made him more desirable. What made him more amazing was how he did not rub it in people's faces. That alone made him the perfect wife. "Fuck baby, getting close now. Want to feel you cum for me first. Want to feel your muscles clench and squeeze the cum out of my cock." Gerard whimpered, it was the only sound he made before he tossed his head back as he came. He had his hand gripped around his cock, stroking himself at the same pace Frank was fucking him. It was overwhelming to say the least... His husband inside of him and his own hand on his cock. He was going to crash hard after Frank was finished and they haven't even left bed yet. Best way to start the day, that's for damn sure. * * * ***Spencer*** "No Gee, you cannot come in here! Let them deal with the food, you work with the kids on the decorations!" Spencer stood blocking the way into the kitchen. Gerard kept trying to see over his shoulder at what the professionals were doing. Professionals, fuck that shit. Just cause they had a degree or two. Gerard knew what his husband liked, that is all that mattered. "Aw! C'monnnn, I just wanted to see! Gimme a break, Spence." "No Gee baby, now, what is it going to take to make you go away and do your job like the good little wife you are?" Spencer smirked as he watched Gerard form an idea in his head. Uh oh. Gerard smiled angelically and laid his hand down on Spencer's shoulder. "How about we go in the kitchen together. Just for a split second and then we can go back to decorating around the house... pleasssseee Spence... Pretty please?" He was using his pouty, whiny voice and puppy eyes. Gerard even went as far as sticking his bottom lip out and trailing his hands up and down Spencer's chest. "I just wanna check it out. What's wrong with wanting to make sure everything's perfect for my husband’s birthday?" That fucking voice. The one that Spencer could never resist. Spencer groaned as he felt Gerard moving his hand up and down his chest. Gerard kept skirting against his waistband, which was a complete teasing move. Spencer knew he was in trouble when Gerard leaned in and whispered into his ear. "You'll get a treat in return..." Gerard paused and licked the shell of his friend’s ear. "I'll get down on my knees and give you the best head you've ever gotten in your entire life." He felt Spencer's hand go to his hip and squeeze. He wasn't going to say no to Gerard after that. "Fuck Gee baby, ugh, you win. Just a quick look though and then..." "Hey Gee, can you help me with... oh uh, am I interrupting something?" Kat came running up to Gerard with a string of orange and black beads. She stopped short when she saw her new mom pressed up against her dad's friend, Pete's wife. The guy also had his hand on Gerard's hip and there was no mistaking why. Kat fiddled with the beads for a moment and then bolted from the scene. A door slamming indicated that she went to her room. "Shit Gee, you gotta go talk to her. Let her know that we are cool with her dad man." "Fuck. I forgot to tell them." Gerard groaned. "I'll be right back." Gerard hurried up stairs until he found himself standing in front of Kat's bedroom door. "KAT! It's not what it looks like. Open the door. I need to tell you something." Gerard hollered, knocking on her bedroom door. "No, go away! Seriously? With another wife? Why would you cheat on my dad? Isn't he good enough for you? Are you really just a gold digger like my mom was?! Fuck, just go away Gerard! "What's going on Gee? What is Kat so upset about?" Gerard looked up as Kody came over to him. He had a roll of tape around his wrist, and several decorations under his arm. He also had concern in his eyes for both of them. "I... Um..." Gerard trailed off, running his fingers through his scalp anxiously. He turned his attention back to Kat's door and knocked on it again. "KAT! I'm not cheating on your dad! I would never! Spencer and I are best friends and your dad knows that... that Spencer and I are close like that. We're affectionate and he allows us to be." "Wait... my dad let's that guy fuck you?" "Actually it's the opposite. That is the one thing that we can't do." Gerard and Kody turn to see Spencer walking over. He walks over to Gerard and takes his hand. He brings it to his lips and lightly caresses it. Gerard gives him a sad smile. Spencer pushes his hand through his hair. "Look, I know it makes no sense and I promise, you can ask your dad later after the party starts, but stuff happened while you were in school and the three of us came to an agreement. Trust me, I would never want to hurt your dad or my husband. They are both amazing guys." "Wait, Pete knows about this too?" The door to Kat's room opens, and Kat sticks her head out and blinks up at Spencer. "Yeah and both Frank and Pete are okay with it." Kat moved out of her room and just stared at the two men. She rubbed her arm clearly not knowing what to do. Spencer got down on one knee and looked up at her. "Oh sweetie, I know that we adults may seem crazy, but the way our lives are, we get to live by rules that most other adults would say are crazy. Your dad and Gee, have a relationship that most straight people would shit bricks over. There is no way they could maintain what we have, right Gee baby?" Gerard smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Definitely." "I'm sorry Gee, I know that you would never hurt my dad on purpose. I don't know why I got so upset?" Kat hugged Gerard tightly and smiled at him. "Now, how do these damn things go on again?" Gerard laughed and started for the staircase, signaling Kat and everyone else to follow. * * * ***Frank*** "Guys seriously, I need to get back to Gerard and..." Frank saw that all the lights were off in the house. He looked back at Ray and Pete and they just shrugged. Frank inwardly groaned. He had been set up. "Seriously guys, aren't I just a bit too old for surprise parties?" "Oh shut up, your wife wanted to do something nice for you. Just fucking look surprised alright?" Frank could only imagine what he had in store for him. Gerard probably invited a couple of friends and the kids of course and they would have a cheesy cake and yell surprise. Frank shook his head as he headed to the front door. "Alright, but is he..." Frank turned to finish his sentence, when he realized he was all alone. "What the fuck is going on?" Frank opened the door and walked in. Whatever he stepped on caused a Hollywood scream. He looked down and saw a welcome mat that was rigged when someone stepped on it. The foyer was decorated with orange and purple twinkling lights. The floor had plastic bloody foot prints stuck to them. Frank chuckled at this and followed them to the living room. There were the same lights all over the place there as well. In the center of the living room stood his wife, dressed up as a French Maid. He looked fucking amazing! Frank was speechless. "Gee?" Gerard twirled a little with hands on his hips and a grin on his face. "Tada. Surprised?" Gerard sashayed over to his husband and pulled him into a quick peck before he could respond. "This is not what I expected to see when I walked in. Fuck baby, you look, shit, the things I am going to do to you, starting with your..." "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRANK!" Before Frank could finish the lewd remark he was about to make, all the lights came on. Frank saw a shit load of people in his house all dressed up in different costumes. He looked at the decorations on the wall and smiled. Gerard had thrown him a surprise birthday costume party. What was he five again? Fuck, Greta never did anything like this for him in all the time they were married. He grabbed Gerard and pulled him into his arms dipping him back. "Why you little fucking minx. You will get yours later, I promise. Now where is my costume?" Gerard giggled and pushed back out of Frank’s arms and took his husband by his hand. "Can't wait, and as for your costume it's upstairs. Let's get you dressed." He started to drag Frank through the house of rowdy people shouting 'happy birthday'. Frank followed Gerard through the house nodding to everyone as he received clasps on the back, but his eye's were glued to the barely covered ass of his wife. The black and white maid's outfit looked stunning on him. Better than any woman he had ever seen. This was no costume either. Frank knew this was an authentic one that Gerard had probably imported from Paris. He remembers going past a uniform shop with Gerard when they were out for a walk. He was so lost in thought that he tripped on a few stairs. Gerard giggled when that happened, knowing that he was the cause of it. He walked down the hall, and into their bedroom. He had to hold back all his impulse to just throw his wife down on the bed and fuck him senseless. He looked at the bed and saw the costume. He walked over as Gerard hovered by the door looking coyish. "Really Gee? A pirate?" Gerard smirked, laughing under his breath. "I thought you'd make a sexy pirate." He admitted, watching as Frank slipped the eye patch on. "And I was right." Seeing Gerard smirk like that made Frank growl in his throat. He wanted Gerard and right now. It took all his will power to expel his words. "Gee bear, I love you dearly, but if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now and let me get dressed, you and I are going to miss the whole party because I am going to fuck you so hard that they will be driven out by your screams and think you are being murdered." Gerard bust out laughing and stepped out of the room. "Oh God. Okay, Frankie. Take your time. I'll be downstairs. Come find me when you're done." Frank smiled when Gerard closed the door. He quickly pulled off his jeans and button down. He pulled on the tight black leather pants and then the off white pirate shirt. He then sat down and pulled on the leather boots. He walked over to the full length mirror and admired the outfit so far. His wife had good taste. He pulled on the black waist length vest and then tied the sash on. Finally he pulled on the red head dress and placed the eye patch back on. He did one more smirk in the mirror and grabbing the authentic looking blunderbuss from the bed, opened the bedroom door and made his way down the hall. He moved down the stairs and crossed the lounge. He stopped at the entrance to the living room and cleared his throat. All the party guests turned to look at him. "Yar, now the real party can start. The birthday boy be here." Gerard clapped and bounced on his heels a bit. Everyone cheered and Charles started the music. Party time. ***Mikey*** "Frankie, happy birthday." "Thank you Mikey." "Baby... I hope you're enjoying yourself. Me, Spencer, and the kids worked really hard." Gerard cooed, pressing kisses along Frank’s jaw tenderly. Mikey smiled at Gerard, but it was forced. He stood there watching him pathetically drape himself over his husband. Mikey inwardly smirked, Gerard knew that he could be a threat to his happiness. Why not, he has been before. Mikey walked up to Gerard and smiled. "Great costume Gee, are you the upstairs or downstairs maid?" Before Gerard could answer, Frank cut him off by grabbing his ass. "Oh definitely the upstairs maid." Mikey laughed. "I should have known. I like your costume Frankie." "Thanks, my baby picked it out for me. Yours is interesting. Are you a fairy of some kind?" Mikey preened a bit in his black and purple skimpy outfit with sheer wings attached. The purple striped stockings were held with a black garter belt and drew the lookers attention. He loved it. "Mmmm, a dark fairy you could say. Watch out or I will cast a spell on you." Mikey waved his wand over Frank’s head playfully, hitting Gerard lightly in the process and disengaging him from his husband. Frank laughed and grabbed at the wand. Mikey allowed himself to be pulled towards Frank. ”Now miss fairy, me thinks you need to stop or I will clip yer wings.” ”Oh no please don’t do that, I will do anything to stop you Captain.” Frank laughed again, and playfully pushed Mikey a little. ”You make a pretty good fairy Mikey.” "More like a fallen angel if you ask me." Spencer walked up and put his arm over Gerard's shoulder giving him a kiss on the cheek. He had on a short gothic vampire dress . "Well no one fucking asked you now did they Spencer?" "I think you look hot." Brendon sauntered up and placed an arm around Mikey. He was wearing a ladies version of Beetleguise. "Thank you Brendolin." "Ladies ladies, You all look amazing to me, but no one looks better than my baby." Frank pressed his lips to Gerard, and licked his bottom lip lightly. Gerard opened his mouth to his husband's tongue and kissed back. He brought his arm over Frank’s shoulder to deepen the kiss regardless of the fact that the other housewives were watching. They parted to catch their breath. Gerard murmured against Frank’s mouth. "Can't wait to give you your present." "Now now now, what is all this here? You two need to get a room instead of this public display of affection in front of these sweet innocent girls." Everyone looks up and sees Stan and "Daddy" making their way towards them. Mikey cannot help but giggle that "Daddy" is dressed up as a priest. That thought alone reminds him of what they did a few nights ago. Maybe he can persuade him to wear the costume one day and he can confess his sins on his knees. "Hail Caesar!" Frank calls out as Stan arrives looking half way decent in his costume Mikey has to admit. He takes a minute to hug and kiss his husband on the cheek. Have to keep up appearances of course. "Daddy" walks over to Gerard and pats him on the head. "Bless you my child for being able to look so fucking amazing in that outfit. You are a lucky man Iero." "Back off Father before I turn you into one of my slaves." Spencer makes as if to bite "Daddy" and he pretends to cringe. "Oh no, someone save me from this delectable creature of the night." "I'll save you Father, for a cut of the church collection plate." Everyone looks up and sees Frank's kids wandering over. His son is dressed like a gangster and his daughter like a flapper. "Kat, what are you his moll?" "Sorry dad, I go where the money is." Kat leans in on her brother’s shoulder and lifting her leg, kisses him on the cheek. "Eewww, Kat, gross!" Everyone laughs at the two kids. Frank turns to Gerard. "Hey baby, how about some punch?" "Yeah, sweetie, punch sounds good." "I'll go with you Frankie, I can see that the mighty Caesar has a thirst that needs to be quenched too." Mikey could see Gerard frowning as Frank agreed, and took Mikey's elbow as they made their way through the crowd of well-wishers. Mikey looked back briefly as he watched Spencer rubbing Gerard's back and assuring them that he would not try anything here. How little they knew. When they arrived at the punch bowl Mikey stepped back so Frank could ladle up drinks for them. As he was doing this Mikey reached behind himself and loosened the ties on his costume. He did a loud gasp that caused heads to turn, including Gerard's. "Oh my, Frankie my costume came undone!" Mikey grabbed at the front of his costume as it started to slip off. Frank put the cups of punch down as moved in front of Mikey to preserve his dignity. He lightly touched his hips in order to try and stop the slip of a costume from falling further. "Shit Mikey, here, let's go in the lounge and I will help you put it back together." "Thank you Frankie." "No problem, always glad to help a damsel in distress." Frank smiled at him and Mikey felt his heart flutter a little. He heard Stan call out to him. "Everything alright my love?" "Yeah Stany, Frankie here is going to help me get sorted out." "Very good then, I shall keep your brother entertained meanwhile." Mikey looked right at his brother and winked. "Okay sweetheart." Mikey turned to Frank, and gave a shy smile. "Shall we Captain, before this exposes my virtues any further?" Frank let out a laugh and played along. "Eye, me wench, come along so the Captain can sort ye out, although I might say that this dress might look better on my cabin floor instead of on ye." Mikey knew that Frank's voice carried and he made a show of pushing Frank, and slightly losing his balance so that Frank had to catch him and pull him in close. He saw out of the corner of his eye Gerard getting very upset, and murmuring with Spencer as Frank led Mikey to the next room by his waist. "Take that big brother." Frank lead Mikey to the lounge off the dining room. Mikey remembers this room well. He kissed Frank while his brother watched from where Brendon was keeping him hostage. He remembered Frank’s lips on his and he wanted to taste that again. ”Thank you so much Frankie for helping me. I really could have embarrassed myself among all those strangers.” Frank chuckled again at Mikey's demure roll. ”Well Mikey, no one is stranger than my friends I should know.” Mikey let out a giggle and reached out and touched Frank’s arm in a friendly manner. ”So Mikey, let’s take a look at what we are working with here.” Mikey nodded and turned around to show Frank his flawless back. He knew that his skin was baby smooth from his milk and honey baths. He shivered when he felt Frank touch his skin. ”Sorry, are my hands cold? Here let me warm them up first.” Mikey watched as Frank walked over to the fire place and held them out to the flame. He admired how good Frank’s ass looked in the tight leather pants of his costume. He muscles flexed in his back under the shirt’s thin material. Mikey walked up to him and stood beside while resting his head on his shoulder. Frank looked over and smiled. ”Tired kiddo?” ”Kiddo? Hey, I am not that much younger than Gee.” ”You my dear are practically illegal in my eyes.” Mikey feigned surprise. ”Frankie, I am twenty six! That is not illegal!” ”When you are only ten years older than my own daughter, it might as well be.” Mikey smacked his arm playfully and Frank laughed. Mikey smirked and used the moment to let the rest of his bodice fall off. ”Oh! My top!” At the perfect time a guest was walking from the downstairs bathroom and Mikey squeaked and crushed himself to Frank’s chest. ”Oh God, how mortifying!” Frank held Mikey as the guest passed by and gave him a wave. He waved back and then put his arms around Mikey soothing him. Mikey hid his face in Frank’s chest breathing in the scent of the man. God, he smelled delicious. This seduction he was going to enjoy. He pressed further against Frank pretending to cry as he moved his leg carefully to the center so that his thigh was pushing against Frank’s groin. Just as he made contact and pushed in a little, he pushed away from Frank and cowered. ”I can’t go back to the party now.” He crossed his hands over his chest protectively and gave a little shiver. He kept his eyes to the ground, but he knew that Frank was looking at him. This small demure boy in front of him. Mikey knew just how to play up the act of it. ”Oh Mikey, no come here, no one is going to think anything of you. It was just an accident. We will fix it. Come sit here so that I can fix the costume.” Frank held his hand out for Mikey and Mikey took it. He allowed himself to be lead to the chaise lounge in front of the fire. Frank sat in the middle and pulled Mikey gently down on the end. He scooted up to him and pulled him between his legs. All of these acts were innocent on Frank’s part, but Mikey could make them so much more. He sat and saw Frank pick up the top of his costume. He held it in front of Mikey. ”Um… you have to lift your arms in order to get it on you know.” ”I know, I am just nervous. No one has seen me like this, but Stan and he may have been lying to me all these years. Maybe I am really ugly.” ”What? Of course you are not ugly Mikey. You are just as beautiful as your brother.” Mikey tried not to let it show that he was being insulted. He was far better looking than his brother. ”You’re just saying that to make me feel good Frank.” Using his name instead of nickname gave the point concern. ”Aww, you poor baby. Do you really think so little of yourself? You really are like your brother.” Frank pulled Mikey into his arms and rested his back against his chest. He grabbed Mikey’s arms gently and pried them away from his chest. Mikey gasped at being exposed and pretended to try to hide. Frank had a strong grip that felt good, and Mikey wondered what it would be like to be pinned down by the man. Unfortunately, he knew that Frank had only good intentions in his actions at the moment. Hopefully Mikey could change that, like he did with Daddy. ”You need to relax kiddo, here let me show you. So uptight, just like your brother.” Frank scooted back even more so that his back was against the lounge. He pulled Mikey with him and settled him between his legs again. He then started to stroke his hair with a soft caress. It felt so good to Mikey right away that he made a purring noise. Frank chuckled and continued his movements. Soon Mikey was relaxed and content. He wished that Frank would caress other places, but seduction takes baby steps and he knows it. He pushed back into Frank’s chest and sighs. ”Mmmm, Frankie, that feels so good.” ”I’m glad kiddo, I’m glad. Now let’s get you dressed and back to the party.” Mikey lifted up his arms and let the material be draped over his chest again. He sat up and Frank tied the ribbon, so that it was tight and stayed. He got up and pulled Mikey up off the lounge. Mikey laughed and tumbled into his arms. He kissed him lightly on the lips again and then smiled. ”How do I look?” ”Beautiful kiddo, just beautiful.” ”Thanks Frankie.” Frank offered Mikey his arm and Mikey draped over it. Together they made their way back to the party as Mikey realized that this time Frank did not complain when Mikey kissed him. Progress. ***Gerard*** "I've had it up to fucking here, Spence! I'm going over there!” But before Gerard could retrieve his husband Stan's grabbing him by his hand and saying his name like he has something important to tell him. "Yes, Stan?" Gerard was still trying to keep an eye out for where Frank was with Mikey. "Listen Gerard, uh I have been talking with Frank and he has been telling me that you had an interest in continuing your education. I don’t know if Michael ever told you, but that is one of the divisions of my company. Frank also said that you were interested in art. He also said you were being stubborn and wanted to pay for it yourself. Anyway, so I have a proposition for you." Gerard listened intently to his brother’s husband. He had no idea where he was going with this. He hoped he wasn't being offered money in exchange for sex. He's seen the way Daddy and Stan look at him. If that was the case Gerard would shout for Frank and tell him everything. "... Yeah?" "I own several galleries as well as a major stock holder in SVA. I would be willing to give you a curator position in one of my galleries, and if you prove yourself, I will have the gallery mentor you in the school. This way you are doing it all by yourself, I just opened the door for you. What do you say?" Gerard released a sigh of relief and nodded enthusiastically. "Oh! Uh, yes! Definitely. Oh man, thank you so much!" He reached out and pulled the man in to a quick hug. If Mikey saw that he'd definitely get a little pissed off, but Gerard didn't care. Stan just fucking offered him a job in one of his galleries. "Gerard Arthur Way, what are you doing to MY husband?!" Mikey and Frank had just returned from whatever they were doing, and caught Gerard with his arms around Stan. Frank looked at Stan and they passed something between their eyes and Frank began to smile. "He agreed huh Stan?" "He enthusiastically agreed as you can see." Stan affectionately patted Gerard's bottom, but Gerard realized that it was more with Grandfatherly affection than dirty old man. He kissed Stan on the cheek and made the man blush. Mikey looked furious that he caused his husband to react to him. He let go of Frank and moved quickly to him. Meanwhile Gerard crossed over to Frank and hugged him tightly and squealing. Frank lifted him up and twirled him around before setting him down. "Hey baby, how about some cake and I can open my presents now?" "No different than when you were in college huh Frankie?" Gerard and Frank looked up and saw Pete making his way through with Christa and a somewhat distraught looking Ray in tow. Pete was dressed as a gothic vampire to match his wife. Christa was Alice from Wonderland and poor Ray was dressed as the mad hatter. Frank looked at him and cracked up. "You didn’t even need the wig man did ya?" "Oh shut the fuck up Iero!" "Hey babe, create any new slaves for us tonight?" "Well I almost had a priest for you." "Ooohh kinky." "Hey hey hey, focus here people, I want cake and presents so I can take my wife upstairs and fuck his brains out later for teasing me with this costume!" Gerard gasped and looked around to make sure the kids weren't around. "Frankie, language!" Gerard giggled, patting his husband’s arm playfully. ”All right, you can open your presents.” "Na ah ah Gee, first Frankie has to have his cake." Christa and Ray disappeared into the kitchen, and the lights are dimmed. Everyone parts as they come out carrying a cake covered in spider webs with a giant rat on it. The candle was a black question mark and Frank laughed. They placed it on the dining room table, which was decorated with an orange silk table cloth covered with a black spider net. Frank dragged Gerard with him and everyone started to sing happy birthday. Ray lit the candle as Frank leaned over taking Gerard with him, and together they blew out the candle. Gerard jumped when he felt someone grab his ass when he bent over. He stood up quickly and looked behind him and saw "Daddy" clasp his hands together and make a slight bow before leaving the area to find his wife. Frank laughed at this. "Well Baby, I think we have been given his blessing." Gerard chuckled light heartedly and smiled. He pulled his husband into a kiss and said, Happy Birthday against his lips. "It will be tonight." * * * ***Gerard and Frank*** Gerard's in his and Frank’s bathroom. He made sure his husband was downstairs talking to the last of the guests along with Kody and Kat. He was quick as he changed out of his french maid's costume, and into nothing but his white apron. "Hey Gee, are you going to say goodnight to... the... kids?" Frank stopped short as he opened the bedroom door and saw Gerard on the bed in an apron and nothing else. He backed out of the room and yelled down the hall. "Hey guys, sorry, Gerard seems to be in the bathtub. I will make sure he catches you later." "Okay Dad, night and happy birthday again old man." "Fuck off, both of you. Night!" Frank walked back into the room and closed the door. He stood there not being able to move. He was still dressed in his pirate outfit and he lifted the eye patch to make sure that he got a full picture of his wife. "Wow Gee, just wow." Gerard twirled a tendril of his hair around his index finger and winked. "Looks like someone's a little speechless... “ Gerard whispered seductively. "I could be six feet under, and still have a hard on right now that could break fucking concrete. Fuck Gee, how do you do that?" Gerard laughed loudly and signaled Frank, with his other index finger, to join him on the bed. "C'mere, funny man." Gerard could feel himself growing hard and the way his erection poked his apron up looked pretty ridiculous, but that was the least of his worries. Frank smirked as he walked forward. He replaced his eye patch and took out his blunderbuss. He cocked it and pointed it at Gerard's chest. "So wench, have yer cleaned my quarters like you were ordered to?" Gerard batted his lashes, licked his lips and shook his head. "No... I think I need to be punished. I've been a very naughty girl, Captain." "Well now, never met a wench before that knew her place. Turn around then on all fours while I get the spanking board." Gerard obeyed instantly, giggling as he did as he was told. Gerard watched as Frank went to the closet and pulled out their toy box. He pulled out one of the velvet lined paddles and turned around to the sight of his wife's pale bare ass facing him. He swallowed hard. He kept in character though as he made his way back to the bed. Gerard felt his hand smoothly run over each cheek and he groaned at the feeling. Frank did a few light taps with his hand and chuckled as Gerard jumped at each one. He now laid the paddle against his skin. "Now wench tell me what you did not do, and I will decide the number of smacks you get for it." Gerard shivered a bit and swallowed the lump in his throat. "I, uh..." "If ye can't remember, perhaps I can remind ya." Frank brought the paddle down swiftly on to Gerard's ass. He yelped a little and jumped, but realized it did not hurt as much as he thought it would. Then he realized that it was the velvet lining that made it more comfortable and easier to take. With this new information, he was able to answer Frank more directly. "I didn't... I didn't mop up the ship deck." "And ye didn't clean the boy's cabin either. However ya did manage to turn down the bed properly, so that will spare you a few. I think ten should be enough. Now count off wench, and let me hear your pretty voice." Frank pulled back and smacked Gerard's ass soundly. Gerard began to count off. Frank took his time giving Gerard a chance to recover for a minute before the next one came down. The point was not to hurt him and Gerard knew that. It was just role play. He did happen to notice though as he groaned out each number that Frank was getting extremely hard, and his cock lined the leather pants visibly. Gerard's mouth watered at the thought of the organ straining against the material. Frank finally reached ten and stopped. He then felt Frank's cool hand on his ass and, oh that was his tongue. Gerard moaned and bucked as Frank moved from lavishing his ass with his tongue to probing him with tongue first and then spit soaked fingers. Gerard gnawed down on his bottom lip and pressed against the intrusion. Frank and his fucking magical fingers were going to be the death of him. This was filthy. So fucking filthy and Gerard rocked against Frank's digits as they hit his prostate. He couldn't contain the squeal that was hiding in the back of his throat. He let it out and it echoed throughout the entire room. "Like that do ya wench? Well if you like that, you are going to like this even more." Gerard could barely hear Frank over the pounding of his own heart, but he knew he heard the sound of the leather being removed partly from his husband's body. With no additional warning Frank climbed onto the bed and impaled Gerard with his cock. Gerard's breath hitched in his throat, and he made the most ridiculous sound he's ever made. "Fuck yes!" Gerard practically growled, burying his face in to his pillow and rammed his ass back against Frank’s thrusts. "Ah good, I like a saucy wench that knows how to push back. However I think I would like to feel the ample goods that you have too, so up we go." Frank grabbed Gerard around the waist and pulled him backwards. He yanked his back to his chest and wrapped one hand around his hips and the other grasped his weeping cock that was now leaking all over the bed. He fucked up into him hard once again finding that perfect angle to nail his prostate each time. Gerard could feel Frank smirk into his neck. He was getting really good at aiming in only two months. Gerard moaned out, louder this time and brought his hand through his own sweaty hair as he worked himself up and down Frank's cock swiftly. "S'good... Uhhh, uhmmn." Gerard panted, licking his lips repeatedly. He was close, but he wanted the moment to last longer so he shooed Frank’s hand away and grasped onto his own erection. He didn't try to get himself off. He just squeezed the base and chewed on his bottom lip as he braced himself. Frank decided that playtime was over. He pulled Gerard's hair back and bit hard on the man's neck. He sucked on the skin to pull the blood to the surface, but never breaking the skin. He ran a hand onto Gerard's chest and squeezed and pinched his nipples causing Gerard to moan more. He noticed that Gerard was trying to stop himself from cumming by using his hands, but he was losing the battle. Frank had an idea and he took the eye patch off and wound it in a few circles. He reached around and pulled Gerard's hand away and looped the loose elastic around the base and balls of Gerard's cock. He pulled it a little tighter, making sure not to hurt his beloved wife's cock. "There, Baby, that should do it, now where was I? Oh yeah." Frank pushed Gerard forward again and pinned his arms to the mattress as he rose up again on his knees and really started to pound into him with everything that he had. ”Ah fuck Gee, just so fucking good. Love you’re fucking ass and having my cock buried deep inside of it. Love the way you scream and writhe under me. Shit, I could fuck you all day and never get tired of it. So fucking tight baby." Gerard couldn't last any longer. He was going to cum and he was a little upset. He really just wanted to be in this position all night. "Close... I'm so close." Gerard rasped. "M'gonna cum, Frankie." Frank reached around and pulled on the string at the base of Gerard's cock. "Not yet baby, I ain't through with your pretty ass." When Frank got Gerard to calm down again he surprised his wife by pulling out and then scooping him into his arms. He carried him over to the empty wall and pushed him against it. Gerard took the hint, and wrapped his legs around Frank's hips. Frank realigned himself and pushed right back in smoothly. He braced his hands against the wall and using only his thighs, fucked Gerard hard against the wall. He could feel the vibrations of his thrusts through his fingertips and he heard various items on the wall fall off. He also chose a wall on the opposite side of the kid's room. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck, Gee, so fucking ah ah ah ah. Fuck cum with me." Frank pulled the string off Gerard and started to pump him hard along with his own thrusts. "Ahhh, m'ah-fuck, fuckme!" Gerard shrieked out as he came. His entire body went rigid and his orgasm hit him hard. So hard his vision literally went black and all he could hear is white noise. Frank felt Gerard tighten up over his cock and that was all he needed. He slammed Gerard hard into the wall once, twice, three times and came shouting his name till he was horse. He felt his legs giving out and he fell backwards, taking Gerard with him onto the plush carpet. "Fucking hell Gee, you are just... fuck, I love you." Gerard attempted to regain his composure, but all he could manage was a pat to his husband’s sweaty chest and a murmur. "Y-You too, baby." He took a few deep breaths and sat up slowly. "I hope the kids didn't hear anything." That was his first and only concern at the moment. He wasn't use to them being here and he didn't want to scar them for life. They're weird enough as it is. "*puff* I'm sure they are *pant* fine baby." Frank used the last of his strength to pick Gerard up again and carefully place him on the bed. He untied the apron and went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of pajama pants for both of them. He carefully slipped one pair over Gerard's legs and ass and then after stripping out of his pirate costume, he slipped into his own. He pulled the covers back and let Gerard tuck in. Frank then crawled into this side of the bed and pulled Gerard against his chest. "Thank you Geebear, this was the best birthday I ever had." ***Timestamp: Friday November 2nd*** ***Frank*** Frank stared at the website as he poured over the different styles. His mouth was watering and his cock was straining against his suit. He should have left the office already, but he wanted to get the order right. He finally made his last selection on a little black number. He went to the pay out page, and after loading his credit card number in, he smiled and hit confirm. He watched as the delivery date was marked for the seventh. ”Right on schedule, perfect.” He closed and unplugged his laptop. He pulled on his suit jacket as well as his overcoat and saying goodnight to Vicky, headed to the elevator. ***Timestamp: Wednesday November 7th*** ***Gerard*** Gerard looked across the table at Frank as they ate their dinner silently. For some strange reason he felt like Frank wasn't in a talking mood today, or he was anticipating something and was just too into his thoughts to start conversation. Gerard coughed and brought his napkin to his mouth and patted his lips delicately. The doorbell chimes throughout the entire house and Gerard shoots a questioning look at his husband. "Did you invite someone over?" "Not that I know of. Could it be Spencer or Mikey coming to visit?" "..." Gerard made a sound at the back of his throat and pursed his lips. Just the thought of his brother made him want to snort copious amounts of cocaine. "God, I hope it's not Mikey." He muttered quietly, standing to check and see who it was. "Good evening, I have a package for Mrs. Iero?" "Ah...? That's me, but I don't remembering ordering anything..." "Oh you are Mrs. Iero? I um, okay well yeah, so here is the first part of it. If you will step aside for your safety." Gerard watched as another man brought in a rather large crate. He wheeled it into the house and Gerard watched as Frank appeared in the foyer and directed the man into the living room. With a shrug of his shoulders, he pulled his wallet out and handed the man a few bills. The guy tipped his hat to Frank and then made his way back out after tipping his hat to Gerard. The other delivery guy took his clipboard back from Gerard after he signed it. "Well thank you again and have a good evening." Gerard blinked, dumbfounded and confused. "Uhh?" He chuckled nervously, still holding the one random package in his hands. "What's all this about? Did you order a piece of furniture, honey?" Frank appeared with a crowbar in his hand, he was prying the nails off the crate while he spoke. "Nope, no furniture for me. Why don’t you open the smaller package, while I get this one opened up." Gerard looked at the package and apprehensively started to pry it open. He literally had no clue what was in it. He finally managed to get it open and when he looked inside he looked at Frank with a lopsided smile etched on his face. Inside the box was an envelope that was titled, "To my beautiful Wife." Gerard took it out and carefully opened it. Inside was a thin wooden plaque. Gerard carefully slipped it out then pulled the protective layers off of it. The plaque was made of mahogany and had a platinum etched cover. Gerard put the box down and read it aloud. "To my beautiful wife." "Here is to our quarter year anniversary. You have made me happier than I have ever been in my life. I love you with all my heart and soul." "Your loving husband, Frank." Gerard put the plaque down and picked up the paper card. He opened it up and laughed. "Hey baby," "Well you looked so amazing in that apron that I thought you deserve a collection of them. None can match your beauty, but they come pretty close and every one of them was handpicked by me. The only catch is that you have to wear one every Friday night for me... and nothing else." "Your loving perverted husband, Frankie." Gerard laughed loudly and pulled his husband into a big kiss. "Of course. Anything for you, Frankie." Gerard looked into the box with Frank. Each apron was encased in protective plastic. They better have been for what Frank shelled out for them. There were vintage ones, modern ones, and some sweet, and some sexy. Frank pulled each plastic bag out as Gerard admired each one. When he got to one of the vintage ones, Gerard made him stop. Frank opened the plastic bag and pulled the apron out. Gerard squeed at it and placed the loop over his head. He turned around so that Frank could tie it in the back. Then he stepped away from the crate and did a little twirl in it. "How do I look?" Gerard asked, posing with his left hand in his hair and his right hand on his hip. "Welcome home, honey. Here's the paper and your pipe." He stated in an airy voice. He was mocking the housewives from the Fifties. Frank laughed because Gerard was anything, but a Fifties housewife, he was sweet and sexy at the same time. He grabbed Gerard by the waist and pulled him in close causing Gerard to lose his balance slightly and have to lift one leg up to gain it back. "Baby, you look amazing." Frank ran his finger up the front of the apron to the top where it ended. He lightly fingered the cloth and then moved his hand up to caress his wife's neck. "I can't wait to see you bent over the oven pulling something delicious out of it for dinner." Gerard pressed into his husband’s touch and grinned. "You won't have to wait long." He whispered, running his hands up and down Frank's shoulders soothingly. "God, I can't believe you gave me an apron fetish. What am I going to do with you Gerard Iero?" Gerard giggled and started to take the apron off. "Make me put these aprons to good use." ***Frank*** Frank laughed and took the apron back. He slipped it back into the bag. He handed all of them to Gerard and watched as Gerard moved through the living room to the stairs and began the ascend the stairs to their room. He watched him disappear and sighed. As he began to take apart the box to recycle he thought about these last three months and how happy he had been. They had already been through several serious situations, but overcame them all. It may have been as corny as a Hallmark movie, but he believed that Gerard and him can overcome anything that tried to break them down through the power of their love. He snorted out loud when he thought this. Frank wanted to do something special for Gerard now. He thought about it as he removed each plank of wood till the box was now back to its deconstructed state. Suddenly an idea hit him. He put the tools down and headed into the living room. He picked up the phone and dialed it with a smile on his face. He waited until the other end picked up and greeted him. "Hey Mikey, it's Frankie, I have a proposition for you." ***** Before The End ***** Chapter Summary Winter comes to the Iero's bringing with them all the emotions of a winter mix. Can they survive the storm? Chapter Notes "Are they crazy!?" Yeah that is what you guys are going to ask ***Digdeepenough*** and I when you see how fucking long this chapter is. The answer is...no. We planned it for a reason. You will notice that this chapter spans four months, but jumps around a lot. This is the beginning of how the rest of the story is going to go. There will be no more consistencies and lots of time stamps to indicate long stretches of time. We actually have a fucking calender so that we can keep track of the timeline. We take this fic very seriously and want you guys to know this. That being said onto the chapter. ^-^ Lost of surprises in this chapter. New faces that you will grow to love and old faces that you cannot stand. Twists and turns and quite a bit of drama for our super couple also generous amounts of fluff. ^0^ The kids are back as more Pete and Spencer! Also more Mikey...yeah yeah yeah. That's pretty much it. Pics here and there to help set the scene with outfits oh and when you get to it, The Duke, is real. Please enjoy this fuck all extra long chapter that we worked so hard on for you and give it up for our lovely beta ***Trixgrl*** who slogged through this monster and managed to come out with a brain still! ^-^ ***Time Stamp: Monday, November 12th*** ***Gerard*** Gerard was extremely nervous for his first day at the Gallery. He was indecisive about his outfit, and his hair wasn't on its best behavior. The only thing that seemed to be making him not so stressed was Stan, who did all the talking when it came down to it. Gerard was thankful and he was sure the man can sense that his anxiety levels were shooting through the roof. Stan walked along the gallery, pointing at various paintings, telling Gerard who did them, and how they managed to get their work up. "Ah, Kassandra!" Stan chirped, and Gerard looked to who he was talking to. "Gerard, this is the lovely Kassandra Tineley. Kassandra, this little bombshell is Gerard Iero, wife of thee Frank Iero." He introduced the two and Gerard stuck his hand out for Kassandra to shake. She was a pleasantly plump woman, probably five to ten years Gerard's senior, but she was a unique beauty. Her hair was jet black and her eyes were deep blue. What really caught his eye was her perfect smile, so genuine and astonishingly white. "Hi Gerard, nice to meet you, just call me Kassie, it's easier. Wife of Frank Iero, eh? Do people just go crazy when they hear your last name?" She chuckled lightly, still holding Gerard's hand in a shake. "Sometimes, but then again, he is who he is." Kassandra looked to Stan and made an exaggeratedly shocked expression at him. "He's sassy! I like him. Should I be terrified or excited?" "Both!" Stan bellowed, wrapping his arm around Gerard's shoulder protectively. "Isn't he just a little bumblebee? You two will get along perfectly." He removed his arm from Gerard's shoulder and then brought his wrist close to his face and examined his Rolex. "Uh oh... Look at the Time. The wife'll be wondering where I am." Gerard rolled his eyes at the mention of Mikey. He wanted to tell Stan, 'Mikey's not thinking about you. He’s too busy fucking Brendon and plotting to destroy my marriage', but he didn't. Instead he smiled and batted his lashes. "Get goin' then." Kassandra gently elbowed Stan's side and winked. Stan laughed loudly and everyone close by stopped what they were doing and looked at him, laughing quietly too. Stan did have a funny, unique laugh. He sounded like he was going to sneeze, but the 'Ahhhhhh!' ends with a jubilant: Heh-Heh-HA! Gerard couldn't help but laugh along. He was happy. So far his first day was going smoothly. He had Kassandra take him under her wing. She showed him around and, and told him all about what he'd be doing as a Curator. Things like manage the museum, look after the collections, and mange staff that were all under his control. The best part of it all was if anything went wrong all he had to do was call either Kassandra or Stan, and he was so grateful for them. He really was... but the thought of him constantly calling Stan onhis phone worried him. Mikey would throw a fit and try and get Frank involved. So, maybe Kassandra would always be his first option. Yeah... she definitely will be... especially with a brother like Mikey. ***Timestamp: Friday*** ***Frank*** ”Hey baby? Why don’t we go out and celebrate your first week at the job?” Well all it took was that suggestion for Gerard to jump on the phone and call Spencer to invite him out. That meant that Pete was going to come of course. Frank chuckled at how excited and animated Gerard was on the phone with Spencer. He hurriedly told him about his first week and the lovely woman that he met, whose name Frank could not remember for the life of him right now. Gerard passed Frank the phone claiming that Pete wanted to talk to him. ”Man, how are you gonna talk if you are too busy with a cock in your mouth.” ”Ha ha ha, only in your dreams Petey, yes and in mine too.” ”Hmmm, I really didn’t have a place in mind, why, do you?” ”Oh yeah! I bet the wives would like that. Alright, should we meet you there or…” ”No, sounds good, we will be ready. See you tomorrow.” * * * The pulse of the club could be felt before they even walked in the doors. The Cubbyhole was a favorite of both Pete and Frank. They liked it because it pretty much welcomed everyone, gay or not. There was a comfortable atmosphere and a sense of belonging. "Man, this place hasn't changed has it Pete?" "Nope, and it's nice to know." Frank slinked an arm around Gerard and pulled him in tight. Fuck if he did not look amazing tonight. When Frank mentioned a club, Gerard pulled out all the stops and the glitter came out. His skin sparkled in the moving lights and it took every ounce of will power for Frank to not bend Gerard over the bar and fuck him raw. "Did I tell you that you look fucking amazing tonight?" "Yeah, actually..." Gerard laughed, staring in to Frank's eyes. "That's gotta be the hundredth time, but keep it comin'. You're makin' my head big. I like it." He ran his hands down Frank's chest, and kissed his cheek. "Mmmm, you like things big, don't you baby?" Frank maneuvered Gerard over to the bar and pushed him onto a stool. He stood between his legs and sucked on his neck. He loved hearing Gerard whimper as he brought the blood to the surface, marking him as his. "All right you two, get a drink or get a room." Gerard playfully pushed Frank back as Pete took the stool next to him and pulled Spencer onto his lap. He signaled for the bartender, who was wearing some very tight neon green pants. When he got hard, everyone would know it. "What can I get for you boys." "Well honey, you have three drinkers and one non, so whip us up something amazing and one without spirits." "You got it sugar." ***Spencer*** Spencer watched as Gerard looked around the bar and smiled when he caught a man staring at him. The man smiled back and started drinking his drink. Gerard turned his attention back to Frank. He was talking very closely to Pete, saying something in his ear. They looked so comfortable together. "I need to go to the bathroom." Gerard touched Spencer's arm. "Come with me." Spencer knew in a place like this, Gerard was not comfortable walking by himself. "All right Gee baby." As they walked across the room to the restrooms, Spencer began to notice that some people were wearing bandannas on their body or tucked in their pockets. Some on the left, others on the right. He leaned into Gerard to be heard above the music. "I wonder if it is a fashion statement or something with the bandannas. I mean most don't even match what they are wearing." Gerard laughed loudly and pushed open the bathroom door. "Hanky code, Spence. Fourth husband had a thing for it." Gerard stepped to the sink and fluffed his hair as he stared into the mirror. "Maybe we could do that with our husbands?" Spencer stepped up to Gerard and slipped his arms around his waist. "Sounds kinky, tell me more." Gerard smirked at their reflection. "Well, you wear bandanas and there's a sex thing behind every color. If you wear it on your left you're topping. You wear it on your right you're bottoming." So that would make you wear all yours on the right then Gee baby." Spencer laughed as Gerard hit him lightly on the shoulder. This was not an easy move because he was still facing forward. Spencer leaned into Gerard's neck and breathed in deeply. Gerard smelled so good right now. "Fuck Gee baby, you are such a turn on the way you smell. I swear you embody sex." Gerard turned himself around and rested his arms on Spencer's shoulders. He pressed a kiss against his lips and smiled against them. "You're one to talk. I'm so desperate for your cock sometimes, it drives me crazy. You've always been the best at making me feel like I'm on a high." "Well at least the high is natural now. Fuck, I do miss being able to fuck you, but at least we get to be together in some way. I for one am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth." Spencer pushed Gerard into another kiss and felt him push against his hips. He smirked into it and moved his thigh so that it was between Gerard's legs. He pushed up a little and felt Gerard rub against it. "Someone is horny huh?" Gerard nodded and brought his hand against the back of Spencer's neck. "We should get back to our husbands though." He turned around again, facing the mirror, and fixed his hair one last time before exiting the room. ***Pete*** Pete looked up and saw them returning. As they made their way back, Pete saw how they were glowing against the lights and smirked. He leaned into Frank. "Something tells me that our wives were doing more than checking their hair." Frank looked up and could not miss that look of lust in his wife's eyes. He lifted an eyebrow and Pete just laughed. Just then the bartender brought the drinks over. He carefully placed the one virgin in front of Frank. He leaned in and whispered into Frank's ear. "I would keep an eye on that little number of yours. It seems his friend has designs on him." Frank laughed and whispered back. "No worries, they have season passes." "Oh!" The bartender stood back up. "Well aren’t you a doll to understand your man's needs. Yours is on the house then sugar." "Thanks, then this is for you to keep, since you have such good taste." Frank pulled a twenty out of his pocket and fit it snuggly into the top of the man's pants after pulling them away from his hips. He let them snap back and winked at the guy. The bartender blushed and headed over to help another patron. "Smooth moves Iero as always." ***Gerard*** Gerard took his drink off the bar and sipped it. "This is sooo good!" He thrusted his drink at his friend "Spence, try this." ”Easy Gee baby, I have my own remember?” Spencer took a sip of his drink and groaned at the taste, he then circled his arms around his husband and kissed him open mouthed, inviting his tongue in to play. "It’s good, but I think you make the drink taste better." Spencer giggled as Pete wiggled his eyebrows at him. The four sat and drank for a little while till an infectious beat came on. Spencer grabbed Gerard's hand. "Come on Gee baby, let's dance." Gerard jumped up and rushed to the dance floor with Spencer. He had a nice buzz going so dancing sounded like a good idea. Spencer pulled Gerard into the center of the crowd. He put his hands on Gerard's hips and pulled him forward. He wiggled his eyebrows at him and Gerard laughed because Spencer can't do it as well as Pete and Frank can. Gerard drapes his arms over Spencer's shoulders, and they move in time with the music. ”I can't remember the last time we danced like this Gee." "I know. I'm having so much fun!" He grabbed Spencer's face and kissed him hard on the lips. "Mmmm" Spencer melted into Gerard's kiss. Gerard had a way of making him go weak in the knees. He pulled the boy tighter to him and once again pushes his thigh between Gerard's leg. He can feel that Gerard is still half hard from the bathroom. "Well well ladies, are you going to give us a show?" Spencer breaks the kiss and looks over his shoulder. There is a greasy lounge lizard standing there with trademark sunglasses, and toothpick sticking out of his mouth. He even has a godawful fake silk shirt that is open way too low to be anything but sleazy looking. His chest hair is a sight and looks like gnarled barbwire. Gerard would bet that this guy thinks that they are both women, and the way they are both dressed is not helping at all. He looks over at the bar for Pete or Frank, but they are both talking to the bartender. "Fuck." "What was that sweetness. You want to fuck?" "Back off, pig. C'mon, Spence. Let's go." Gerard took his friend’s hand and led him through the crowd of sweaty people. "You know where I come from ladies have manners and don't walk away when a gentleman speaks to her." Gerard looks up and sees that his way has been blocked by another stupid looking goon. He turns to Spencer and sees the other one is now behind Spencer. They crowd the two of them in. The guys place their hands on their hips and force them together. All four moving to the music, unwillingly, but unknown to the other club goers. It feels like Paris all over again. ***Pete*** The bartender was lifting his head up with laughter at a joke that Frank cracked when it quickly turned into a frown. "Oh great, those assholes are back again." Pete looked over in the direction he was looking. "Who are they Luke?" "Think of them like those idiots from that late night Saturday show, but worse." ”Worse?" "Yeah, they accost women and well, I need to get the bouncer now, excuse me gentleman." Pete looked back at the men and they looked like they already had their prey. "Hey Frankie? Do you see Gerard and Spence anywhere?" "Get your fucking hands off of me!" Gerard screamed, kicking the man square against his crotch. He fell onto the floor from the force, clutching his balls. He croaked, trying to pick himself up. "Fucking bitch! You're dead!" Frank heard it, the voice that he did not want to hear. Before anyone could stop him he was across the club to a man lying on the floor holding his balls and another grabbing his wife... his property. Frank stopped thinking, he just acted. Moving like lightning he leaped onto the dance floor and jumping over the guy on the floor. He smashed his fist into the other man's face. The man let go of Gerard and bent forward and that was when Frank delivered a kick to his teeth. "No One Touches My Property!" Spencer had recoiled back from the violence. He heard how angry Frank could get, but to see it was something else. He felt a hand on his shoulder and spun around to see Pete. He buried his face in his chest and Pete soothed him by stroking his hair. "It's alright baby, I got you. I'm sorry that I did not get here sooner." "Frank he, and I, and then he." Spencer was cut off by the sound of crunching bone. He turned around and saw Frank behind the guy pulling his arm up and the sound of breaking. ”If you even lay a hand on him or anybody else again, I will personally end your life!" Spencer looked over at Gerard. The look on his face was... reverence. He could not believe that Gerard was proud of his husband right now. "Gee! Stop him please!" Gerard gave a blank stare to Spencer and took him from Pete and guided him through the crowd. "It's okay. It's fine." Gerard kept whispering this over and over, moving them towards the exit. Pete watched Gerard trying to make Spencer understand. Meanwhile Pete needed to get him and Frank out of there and quickly. "Frankie love, come on, this joker isn’t worth it. The boys are safe." Frank looked up at Pete and dropped the guy. He had specks of blood on his face mixing with his sweat. He licked it off and moved away from the mess he created. He took Pete's hand and they moved to the exit. Pete kept him ducked away from the crowd and somehow they got out of there with no more incident. He saw Spencer and Gerard smoking outside. Frank moved to Gerard and embraced him. "Baby, I am so sorry. I should have been there. I should have protected you. I failed, just like in Paris." "No... um, it's okay. It's not your fault, Frankie." Gerard pulled out of Frank’s embrace and tossed his half-finished cigarette to the floor and stomped on it. He was shaking like a leaf. His nerves couldn't take any more of the harassment. "I'm fine." He hugged himself and adverted his eyes to the crushed cigarette. "You're lying to me. I can see it." Frank felt horrible. He left Gerard vulnerable, and he let his temper get to him. He turned to Pete. "Get them home safely. I'm gonna go back to the office for a bit and work." "Frankie..." Pete watched as Frank got into the car and Louis drove off. Pete's car came next. Tyler got out and opened the door. "Everything alright Sir?" "No not really Ty." Spencer guided Gerard into the car and held him. He knew that Gerard was really shook up. "Why does this always happen to me?" Gerard spoke in a whisper, resting his head on Spencer's shoulder. The car drove off as the tears began to fall. ***Frank*** ”FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKKK!” Frank hit the heavy bag again and again that was located in the gym on premise at the office building. He was sweating like crazy and had long since abandoned his shirt. He was stupid to let his anger take him again. This time he succeeded in scaring both Gerard and Spencer. Why the fuck can he not control it?! ”Greta!” She made him like this. The fights they had, and he was never this bad. She preyed on his loss of the heroin and used it against him, but it was too late to see her for the succubus that she really was by then. He punched the bag again and fell to the ground on his knees. He lay his head against the bag as it barely moved at all. He was exhausted. He felt arms encircle him and pull him back into a warm chest. He felt little light kisses along his neck and then a nip on his ear. ”Pete.” Pete moved around to the front of Frank. He looked at him and sighed. ”What am I going to do with you Frankie?” ”Are they alright, did I scare them badly?” ”Spencer is a little shook up, but Gerard is alright. He did ask if Spencer could sleep over so I think you will have some company in bed.” ”I’ll just sleep here tonight.” ”You will not. Your wife is expecting you home and I don’t care if you share a bed with Spencer.” ”You’re too good to me Petey.” ”Yeah well you owe me again Iero.” ”What do I owe you Wentz?” ”I don’t know, may be a shot in the sack with your hot wife.” Frank laughed and punched Pete in the arm. Pete smiled back and helped Frank off the ground. ”Come on smelly man, let’s get you in the shower, and then home to your wife.” ”Yeah right, you just want to see me naked.” ”Yeah and?” Frank laughed as Pete began to strip and follow Frank into the shower room. ***Timestamp: Monday*** ***Gerard & Frank*** Gerard stood in the closet, staring at his reflection in the full body mirror and tied the black velvet hanky around his right side belt loop. He rested his hands on his hips and examined himself in different angles. "No." He groaned aloud and untied the hanky and sighed. "Where do I put you...?" His eyes lit up when he had an idea. He pulled his slacks up a bit, exposing his right leg, and bent over to tie the bandanna around his ankle. He stood back up and looked at himself. You can slightly see the material and that's all he needed. Gerard knew Frank wouldn't miss it. The man had telescope eyes. "Perfect." Gerard grinned at his reflection and flicked his fringe out of his eyes. Frank was in for a treat. "Hey baby, Frankie's home!" Frank walked in and saw the table set for dinner. He smiled at how much of a perfect homemaker Gerard still was despite having a job now. Any worries that Gerard had that he could not keep up with both were completely unfounded. The smell from the kitchen was amazing as always. He was happy that the mess from the weekend had blown over. Gerard could not stay mad at him and he is pretty sure the soul sucking blowjob he gave him showed that Frank was truly sorry. "Hey you!" Gerard chirped, coming down stairs while securing his apron. "How was work? I bet you're hungry." Frank just stared. It was amazing how his wife could make a simple black apron look like a million dollars on him. "Oh I am hungry, but I am not sure if it is for what you have in the oven though." Gerard giggled, stepping by him and into the kitchen. "You're always hungry for that." He reached over for the serving dish, causing his slacks to rise up a bit. Frank was staring at him, he knew it, but he wasn't sure if he had a good view of the hanky. "Well can you blame me baby? You are just so... whoops hang on." Frank was stepping to hug Gerard when he realized his shoe lace was untied. He took a knee to tie it. When he was down there he looked up and realized that Gerard had something tied around his right ankle. He looked up at Gerard, but Gerard was busy gathering dishes. He took a better look and realized that it was a hanky. Frank's eyes went wide. Apparently Gerard learned more that night at the bar then Frank realized. Did Gerard know what those colors meant? Frank stood up and wrapped his hands around his wife's slender figure. "So what's for dinner baby, I mean besides you?" Gerard grinned and pressed his back against Frank’s chest. "Well, I made some vegetarian lasagna. And for dessert..." He trailed off and giggled when Frank kissed the back of his neck. "I guess I'm for dessert?" "Mmmm, I cannot wait. In fact, I may want to capture it for later enjoyment?" Frank slapped Gerard's ass and sauntered into the dining room to wait for Gerard to serve him. He truly felt like the king of his castle. Gerard whirled around and watched his husband walk into the dining room, his head up and chin jutted. ‘Fuck yes!’ Gerard thought, smirking to himself. * * * Dinner was amazing as always. Even though Gerard had made vegetarian lasagna for him before, it was different every time. It always had a unique taste and he used different vegetables to give it amazing texture. Now the plates were empty, even the white sauce was gone sopped up by the perfect dill and butter dinner rolls that Gerard baked from scratch. Frank burped loudly giving the best compliment any Italian man can give to his wife. "Fuck Gee, that was delicious. I am so stuffed right now. I don’t think I could eat another thing." "Thanks, sweetie, but y'know what? I think you can handle one more thing. Can you guess what it is?" Gerard asked with a wink, taking Frank's and his plates and before Frank can respond Gerard walked out of the dining room, his hips swinging naturally. Frank watched his hips swing as he left the room. That alone could get him hard. He pushed away from the table and stood up dropping his napkin on the table. He walked out of the dining room through the living room and lounge. He moved down the hall, passed the Master Bathroom, and to his Study. Unlocking the door he went in and walked to the closet. He opened the door and pulled down a dusty black case. Frank brought it over to his desk and unzipped the bag. He took out the video camera. He opened it up and plugged it in to recharge the battery a bit more. He was sure that it was alright, since the last time he used it was over a year ago. He opened up the monitor and pressed play. Pictures flashed by of happy times with his kids when they were younger, and Greta actually smiling. Pete and him singing bad karaoke. It brought a tear to his eyes. He did not realize he was there so long till Gerard appeared in the doorway. "I'm guessing you noticed the hanky, huh?-- oh!" He looked over Frank’s shoulder and looked at the camera monitor. Kody and Kat were little, probably about seven or eight, they were at the park and Kody was pushing Kat on the swings. "They look so cute!" Gerard cooed, getting closer to get a better look. "They look so much like you." Frank quickly wiped the tears from his eyes. "Hey baby, sorry, just making sure it worked." Gerard looked over Frank’s face and frowned. "Were you... Crying?" "Sorry Gee, I just have not looked at these videos in a long time." At that moment a peal of girlish laughter rang through the room and Frank saw a younger version of himself rolling on the ground with Greta as Pete laughed in the background. The camera was shaking as Frank straddled Greta and tickled her. She giggled and tried to wiggle away. "I have you now!" "No no Frankie, please no!" Gerard zoned out as he watched the monitor. "Look at you... you look happy. Greta's very pretty." Gerard spoke quietly. "Yeah, well back then I was also a drunk and addict." Frank zoomed in on his body and Gerard was able to see the visible track marks on his arms. "I had them on my legs too for when my arms got too messed up to find a clear spot. I was probably high during this video." Frank went to hit the erase button. "Don't!" Gerard yanked Frank’s hand back. "Don't delete it. It's good to have... It's a good reminder." Frank looked at his wife. He saw how much it hurt Gerard to see him being happy with his ex-wife so he wanted to make it better by getting rid of them, but then he realized that Gerard was right. He needed to keep them. Frank carried the camera over to his computer. He plugged it in and emptied the contents of it into a file and marked it old memories. Then he deleted the memory card so that it was a clean slate. He unhooked everything and turned to Gerard. "Now, let's go make some new memories." * * * Frank was very pleased right now. This was going better than he ever thought it would. Gerard was a natural exhibitionist. He slinked across the bedroom on his hands and knees, and if it was possible, Frank felt himself get even harder. Gerard was singing a sultry song while he writhed on the carpet striking sexy poses as practically deep throating the microphone. Several times he even made like he was jerking it and Frank felt his cock jump with each phantom stroke. Gerard knew he had Frank in a trance. He could see his erection twitch each time Gerard put on a show. ”What're you waiting for?" Gerard beckoned Frank to him. Frank placed the camera on the dresser and made sure that it was adjusted to the height of the bed. He picked up Gerard and placed him on the bed before crawling over him and kissing him hard. "God baby, look at you, such a slut for the camera. God I wanna fuck you so badly, but first I am going to make you cum so hard that the bed is going to shake under you." Frank was happy that Gerard was only wearing the apron again, nothing in his way at all as he pinned his wife's hips to the bed and sunk his mouth down on his cock to the base. Gerard moaned loudly, exaggerating a little for the camera. He buried his hands in Frank’s hair and tugged hard on the sweaty strands. "Soooo good, Frankie. So fucking good." He praised Frank, tossing his head back as he spread his legs as wide as he can get them. As Frank went down on Gerard, he circled the base with his hand so that he could get saliva on his fingers. Once they were covered he eased them down and pushed two in at once. Gerard smiled at the camera when Frank did this and licked his lips. "Ohfuckyes... Your fingers, oh god! They're hitting my spot!" He dirty talked to the camera and then licked his lips again. He wasn't really acting, to be honest. He was really getting into it. "Yeah baby, you like that don’t you? Like when my fingers are shoved in your ass brushing over that little area and making you quiver. Making you shake and moan." As if on queue, Gerard let out a guttural moan just at the moment when Frank finished dripping his words out. He began to stroke Gerard again and watched as Gerard arched off the bed, only on his neck and his heels as he cried out and came. The cum cascaded from his cock in warm rivulets and Frank sank his mouth over the head again and drank as much as he could, and allowing some to drip over. It must look so obscene in the video. Once Gerard was completely spent, Frank wasted no time. He removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with his cock. Gerard's eyes adverted quickly to the camera lens again and moaned as he arched his back and moved his hands on Frank’s arms. He couldn't stop his body from grinding down against Frank's thrusts. "Oh fuck yeah baby, so fucking tight. Love when you grind down on me like that." Frank gripped onto Gerard's hips and dug his fingers into the soft flesh. He leaned over and nibbled on his hipbones. Frank knew at that moment Gerard was very grateful that his husband was so flexible. It did make for some interesting moments in college with Pete and Greta. Speaking of flexible, Gerard has his back arched so far off the bed Frank was able to easily slip his arms underneath and pull him into his lap. He swore this was his favorite position to fuck Gerard in because he could kiss him during every thrust. Gerard giggled in between moans and tipped his head back, smirking, blissed out. "Like that?" Gerard brought his hands around Frank’s throat and massaged his thumb against his Adam's apple. He pressed his mouth closely against Frank's in an almost kiss and gasped when his prostate was pounded on. Frank reacted to Gerard pressing against his Adam's apple with his thumb by pushing on his prostate several times. He was not sure if Gerard knew about that little kink of his. He only did it once with Pete, but it was fucking amazing. He wondered if Gerard would be willing to try it. He trusted Gerard enough. "*pant* Hey baby, I ah ah, could you do that again?" Gerard gazed into Franks eyes and arched a brow at him. He wrapped his hands around his husband’s throat again, and pressed onto his Adam's apple a little harder this time. ”Like this?” Frank answered by gripping onto Gerard's hips tighter and fucking into him harder. He heard Gerard stutter several moans, and felt him increase the pressure on his neck. It felt so strange and at the same time so good. "Ugh, Gee..." Gerard was close. So close. If Frank were to hit his spot one more time he would blow his load all over them. Almost as if his mind had been read, he feels his body tingle and he squeezed his eyes closed tightly as he cums hard. Between feeling Gerard cumming, and the added pressure on his throat, Frank just loses it. He knocks Gerard back onto the bed and pile drives into him until he cums so hard that he shouts loud enough to hurt his own ears and he shudders and nearly blacks out. He falls hard onto his wife's body, panting and chasing the oxygen needed to keep his life force going. "Fucking hell Gerard! Fucking hell!" "Took the words right out of my mouth..." Gerard murmured, running his fingers through his own hair. Frank meant to turn off the camera in the end, but his body felt so heavy and Gerard was so warm and comfortable. "Mmmm, I love you baby. Thank you so much for thissszzzz" Gerard laughed and pressed a kiss against Frank’s chin. "M'ove you too. And don't thank me." He stood to go turn off the camera. He waved at the lens just before, stopping it. "Bye-bye." ***Timestamp: Thursday November 22nd*** ***Gerard*** It's Thanksgiving day, and as Gerard preps Thanksgiving dinner he thinks about what he's grateful for. He hears Frank and the kids shouting from the living room as they watch a football game. Kat and Frank are rooting for the same team and Kody's rooting for the other. Gerard listens to them the whole time he's making dinner and he really has no idea what they're talking about. Football isn't something he indulged in. His third husband was obsessed with wrestling and he knew a little about that, but anything else sports-wise was a foreign language to him. "In your fucking face Kody! You suck!" Kat screamed in excitement and you could hear high fives exchanged between Frank and Kat echo throughout the whole first floor. Gerard was thankful for his new family... Kat, Kody and Frank. He was thankful for everything he's been given, and he was showing it by making a full vegetarian Thanksgiving meal. A loud burst of screams irrupted between Kat and Frank, and Kody's voice groaning out as if he were in pain. "Fuck you! I'm gonna' hang out with Gee!" The teenage boy screamed, storming into the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest. Kat hollered over her shoulder at him. "That's right! Women need to be the kitchen!" "Footballs's for Neanderthals anyway!" Kody hollered back as he pushed the kitchen door open. Gerard laughed at the two siblings, and affectionately ruffled Kody’s hair. He hoped he knew that his sister was only playing. "The food's about done. Would you like to set the table Kody? The way your father likes?" He added the last bit just as he had a flashback of Frank destroying all the glasses. He didn't want that to happen today... or any day for that matter. "Sure." Kody nodded going to the cupboards. He grabbed a stack of plates and silverware, and then started for the dining room. Just as Gerard pulled the green salad from the fridge he felt an arm snake around his waist and he giggled. "Congratulations on your winning team." "Mmmm, more like congratulations to you for being so fucking perfect. The food looks great and you look delicious." Frank was whispering into his ear and Gerard giggled loudly, setting the bowl of salad down on the counter. "Don't you mean I look great and the food looks delicious?" Gerard turned around so that he could rest his arms on Frank’s shoulders and stare into his hazel eyes. Frank smirked and pressed his lips to Gerard's in a slow, sensual kiss. "... No." "My eyes!" Kat screamed, entering the kitchen and going to exit just as quickly. Gerard broke the kiss quickly and removed himself from Frank’s embrace with a small laugh. "Kat, help me out?" The teenage girl nodded and rushed over to grab the green bean casserole and tofurkey. They all entered the dining room and Gerard scanned the table like a hawk as he placed the salad down in a place Frank wouldn't mind since it was in a specific bowl he had picked out. "Table looks great Kody." Frank beamed, taking a seat in his chair. Gerard released a deep sigh of relief and relaxed. He started to serve Frank in the portions he liked and when he was done he, gently, set the plate in front of his hungry husband. Everyone was served and settled, and Gerard finally took his seat, smiling. "Alright... so guys, what do we say?" Frank looked to his children. The teenagers grinned and turned to Gerard. "Thank you Gee!" They both chimed and Gerard's heart fluttered. "You're both very welcome." Everyone started to eat. From time to time Frank would glance at Gerard and Gerard would glance at him. They exchanged smiles and Frank couldn't resist himself. "You know what I'm thankful for?" Kat and Kody looked at their father. "I'm thankful for us. All of us. Kat, Kody, and Gerard. Our new family." He then grabbed his glass filled with sparkling cider and held it up to toast. The kids did the same and Gerard joined them. "To us. Happy Thanksgiving." Gerard and the kids echoed him. "To us." They all clinked their glasses together; laughing, smiling, and being thankful for each other. ***Timestamp: Friday December 14th*** ***Spencer*** "That was... Amazing!” "Fuck yeah, Gee baby. I'm gonna be sore till Christmas I think. Totally worth it though." Spencer moved slowly removing Gerard from inside of him. He found that Gerard's favorite position was definitely to be ridden. He collapsed next to his best friend and giggled. "Speaking of Christmas, I still have to shop for Pete, what about you?" Gerard groaned covering his eyes with his arm. "Oh shit, I have a shit ton of shopping to do. When are you going? I'll tag along." "Mmmm, well if we can pry ourselves from your bed, we can go today. We can even have lunch out!" Gerard giggled and pulled his best friend closer to him. He buried his face in the man’s hair and smiled. "Mmmm... sounds good. I skipped breakfast today, too. We should get going soon then." "Ugh, why do you smell so good after sex. I swear Gee baby, I could bottle it and sell it. Horny housewives everywhere would never leave their houses." Spencer reluctantly pulled away from Gerard and stood up. He smirked at his lover and sauntered off into the bathroom. Not to long after he started up the shower, Gerard had entered and closed the door. Spencer sighed, they would get out of there eventually, but one more round could not hurt. * * * "What about this?" Spencer held up the ninth blouse for Gerard to look over. He was so fucking picky about his own clothes, but this was for his step daughter, and Spencer knew he wanted to find something perfect for the girl. "Spence... it's too revealing. She's not a hooker." Gerard took the blouse and set it back on the racks. He started to search through the opposite side of the store. He still couldn't find a damn thing Kat would wear. "Gerard we have been at this for an hour! Look you both know where we came from. Fuck this ritzy shit and let's head over to the vintage shop. I bet we can find her an awesome shirt there and something for Kody too." Gerard sighed, scratching his side. "Fine. Let's go..." He stepped back from the racks and grabbed Spencer's arm. "I really hope there's stuff she'd like at a vintage shop. Girls are so hard to shop for." As usual Spencer was right. At this point he thought that Gerard was going to buy the whole store for both kids. At one moment the owner got nervous about the amount of stuff that Gerard was piling up, but when Gerard pulled out his black Amex, the store owners eyes lit up and then it was, "Yes Mrs. Iero. Whatever you want Mrs. Iero." Spencer knew that they had just made the owner's Christmas and New Year’s. "This! Look at this!" Gerard pulled up a leather jacket, just as they were about to head for the exit, and pushed it against his chest. "Oh god... it's so perfect." He examined himself in the mirror hanging on the wall in front of him. "I know I'm shopping for the kids, but this is amazing..." He trailed off and then slipped on the coat. "It's so comfy, and it's a perfect fit. Should I get it?" "I think you deserve it." Spencer chuckles as he watches Gerard preen in the mirror. He looks over the man's shoulder and spies a box of records. He moves to the back of the store and gets down on his knees. There are some really good albums here. He picks up a few, some are in excellent shape. As he is looking through them, he feels the presence of someone behind him. "Into records young man?" "Nah, but my husband likes Latin rhythms. I'll take these please." Spencer holds out a collection of old Fifty's club music. The samba, bass nova, and other dances that Pete had taught him were among the collection. Gerard pulled the coat off and laid it on his arm. He walked over to Spencer and smiled. "For Pete?" "Yeah, you should take a look too. I bet you would find a few for Frank." Gerard picked up a few vinyls and looked over them. He recalled Frank saying how much he liked Johnny Cash... and there it was, in perfect condition. Then something else caught Gerard's eye. "Oh, they have Bob Dylan, too..." He needed to get them both. Frank would love it. "I think I found everything I needed." Gerard smiled, starting for the register to pay. "Ugh, I am starving and you know what, that place around the corner has been wafting in here on and off every time the door opened. Come on Gee baby, let's go get some Greek." Gerard grabbed his bags once he was finished paying, and nodded at his best friend. "Let's." He giggled and this time they actually managed to get out of the building. They dropped the bags off with Louis and sauntered off to the little cafe. The food there was greasy, heavy and just perfect. They ate gyros and souvlaki slathered in Greek yogurt. "So Gee baby, how goes your hanky fun?" Spencer noticed that Gerard choked on a bit of his food when he mentioned it. Spencer was more of an exhibitionist than Gerard was. He had no problem talking about anything no matter where they were. "Ugh, okay fine, I'll go first. I started out easy and wore a light blue one on my right the other day. I swear, I never saw Pete jump out of his pants so fast!" Gerard giggled and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. "Wow... I chose black velvet... on my right of course. Now, I know what everyone means when they say 'it's always the quiet ones'." Gerard chuckled, tapping his fingers on the table. "I was surprised by how into it he was." "I get to see the video right?" Spencer ducked as Gerard took a playful swing at him. He really did want to see it though. He tried to imagine what Gerard would have done on it. "Oh and then I got a little bit brave and went for red with white stripes. God, I am still itching!" "Well you know they have a cream for that." Spencer looked up and the giggle in his throat was lost immediately. Looking down at him with a smirk, was Mikey. Gerard frowned and looked back down immediately. He didn't want to deal with this psychopath right now. "Hi, Mikey..." Gerard murmured, tapping Spencer's foot under the table. He really wanted to cuddle against his best friend right about now, anything to hide from Mikey. "Two more?" The waiter smiled as he opened the little iron gate for Mikey and Brendon to step in. Mikey smiled shyly at him and Spencer saw the waiter blush a bit. He cleared off the other side of their table and Mikey was seated next to Gerard. Brendon took the other seat. Mikey ordered food for both Brendon and himself in perfect Greek, making the waiter extol on his flawless pronunciation. The waiter left and Mikey let his fake smile fall from his face and the smirk return. "So Geetard, what have you and Spincter been up to today?" Mikey giggled as Brendon fucked up their names once again. "Yeah, shopping like the common people?" "Well, getting some shopping done for the Holidays. I do have a husband and kids so that kind of thing is necessary to do." Spencer watched Mikey bristle at this. He knew that it was sore spot for him because Stan's children had grown and want nothing to do with Mikey. Mikey has always hated Gerard for being good with kids. Spencer bets that he could even get Stan's kids to like him. "And what are you two troublemakers up to in the city?" Gerard watched his brother’s expression go from mildly pleased to pissed. It was the highlight of his day. "Well Mikey and I were just browsing the diamond rings at BVLGARI. There is one that Mikey has had his eye on, and we are hinting at it for Stan." Mikey sighed like a woman and Spencer rolled his eyes. "Yeah, it is a bit pricey, but I know that Stany will see that it is worth it for Christmas. He always gets me the nicest things for the holidays." Spencer saw an opening to really fuck with Mikey. He turned to Gerard and smiled. "Hey Gee, you never got to show me the great gift that Frank gave you FOR NO REASON." "Oh! This?" Gerard smirked, pulling his necklace out of his blouse. "Isn't it adorable?" He flashed it in his brother’s direction. "Hey Mikey! We saw that in the store and... fuck ow!" Spencer realized that Mikey had kicked Brendon hard under the table. He continued to smile though and coo over the very expensive charm. "Oh Gee, and your favorite animal. Well now how did Frankie know about that?" Gerard giggled and smiled down at his charm. "He took me on a date, our first real one. We went to the zoo and I couldn't stop babbling about how much I love giraffes." "Why the fuck would he take you to the zoo?" Spencer wanted to slap Brendon upside the head right now. Lackeys should be seen and not heard. Apparently Mikey agreed with this shocking Spencer. "Shut the fuck up Brendon. I happen to like the zoo. Gerard and I used to go all the time before our parents passed away." Spencer could see that Mikey was genuinely appraising the gift that Frank bought Gerard. Mikey was interrupted by a different waiter bringing several fancy cocktails to the table. She set them down and smiled as Brendon slipped her a twenty on the tray. "Come now, I bought us drinks so that we can all celebrate our wonderful marriages. Have some Gee, it's your favorite." "Oh, I couldn't. I mean, it's still early. Not even happy hour and if I got home drunk Frank would notice and he wouldn't like it." "You are not going to get drunk off of one cocktail you know. Besides, I happen to know that your Frankie is not home. He is in a business meeting with my Stany and a few other gentlemen. That is why I went out. I had to play good little housewife for them and while I don’t mind being stared at, I do have my limits. I also know that they will be occupied for a while because Stany insisted on going out after the meeting to a reputable strip club. That is where he makes the final agreements and gets the signatures. It has served Stan for many years now to do things this way." Spencer was surprised that Mikey was giving up this much information. "Umm..." Gerard adverted his eyes over to Spencer and frowned. He really didn't know how to respond to that. Was Mikey serious? He could never tell. Mikey picked up the drink and sipped it daintily. He licked his lips and sighed. Brendon did the same thing. He had to ask or else it'd eat at his brain all day. "Strip club?" "Yeah, the place is called Sapphire. He rents out the Scarlet Room for the occasion. I went once..." At that moment Spencer heard Gerard's phone ring. Gerard reached out and picked up the phone to see who was calling. He looked at the screen and handed the phone to Spencer. Spencer looked at it... Frank. He pressed answer and then hit speaker. "Hello?" "Baby?" "No Frankie, sorry, it's Spencer. Gee had his hands full so I grabbed the phone." Spencer could hear crappy club music in the background. "Hey, where are you? I can hardly hear you?" "Man, I am stuck in a stupid strip club. I had a meeting with Stan and somehow ended up here. Hey, am I on speaker?" "Yeah, hang on here's Gee." Gerard took his phone from Spencer and set it down on the table. "Hey honey." "Hey baby! God it's so good to hear your voice. You have no idea how much I miss you right now!" Gerard beamed at that. "Yeah? I miss you too so… you're at a strip club, hm?" "Ugh, don’t remind me. Like random cheap sluts shoving their tits in my face is not reminder enough. Yeah, apparently Stan brings his clients here and gets them loaded and then pulls out the contracts when they are distracted by their cocks. Not quite my kind of business tactics, but whatever works for him." Gerard shot a glare at Mikey that read 'ouch' and giggled under his breath. "Should I stop by and give you a lap dance to show those hussies how it's done?" "Ha ha ha, you could give them all a run for their money baby." Spencer could hear the smile that was most likely gracing Frank's face right now. "You can give me one when i get home. God knows I am not going to get it up here with all these fake body parts. I swear Gee, there is not one natural woman in the entire place." The whole table heard the voice of a woman talking to Frank, and Frank basically telling her to fuck off, that he was on the phone, and if her eyes were real she might have been able to see that. Even Brendon and Mikey laughed at that. "Wait that was a lot more laughs then just you and Spencer, who else is there?" "Hey there Frankie." "Oh! Hey there kiddo! You having a good time with your big brother?" "Yeah, we ran into each other and decided to have cocktails." "Yeah? Well drink one for me since I keep getting weird looks for asking for a normal soda without anything in it." More murmuring in the background. This time a man’s voice. "Alright ladies, I have to go. Geebear, I will be home in a couple hours. Is Spencer going to be with you?" "Spence, you coming home with me?" Gerard leaned over the table to stroke Spencer's chin seductively. "Well, how can I say no to an invitation like that? Don't worry Frankie, I’ll keep Gee primed and ready for you to take over." "Ha ha ha, you two and just... fuck alright, got to go. Catch you ladies later. Bye baby, love you." "Love you too, honey." Gerard ended the call. "That was fun." Gerard perked up and glared at his cocktail. "Well he did say to have a drink for him, didn't he Gee baby? Gerard nodded and reached for his cocktail. "I guess it's okay then." * * * Spencer was surprised that the lunch date actual turned out to be alright. Mikey was a bit of a jerk, but not as bad as he could have been. They ate and drank their cocktails till it was time to go. "Well Mikey, I have to admit that this was actually a pleasant time with you." "Yeah well don’t get used to it. After all it is the holidays, and even I can tone it down a bit." Mikey got up along with Brendon and gathered their stuff. He shocked everyone when he bent over and kissed Gerard on the cheek. "Later Gee." They watched Mikey and Brendon wait till the driver opened the door for them. Then they drove off. "What the fuck was that?" Gerard sat there, baffled and a little scared to be honest. Something was going through his brother’s mind. He was definitely plotting something. He touched his cheek, shaking his head in disbelief. "I have no idea..." ***Timestamp: Monday December 17th*** ***Frank*** Frank could see that Gerard was nervous. They had not seen the kids since Thanksgiving and he could tell that Gerard missed them a lot. Suddenly, the door burst open and two bindles of energy ran in. Kat ran into Frank and hugged him gleefully. "Hey dad!" "Hey there kitten, how was school?" "Awww fuck school, we are on vacation!" Kody ran for Gerard and knocked the poor man over. "Hey Gee!" Gerard yelped and wrapped his arms around the young boy’s shoulders. "Hey you! I missed you two so much!" "Me too Gee!" Kody got up and pulled Gerard to his feet. "Hey dad! Can we go out to eat tonight?" "Frank stood there pondering the request. "Well I don’t know, what do you think, Mom?" Kody looked up and Gerard and smirked. He had the same one that Frank did. "Yeah Mom, what do you think?" Gerard laughed loudly and ruffled Kody's hair a bit. "That sounds like an awesome idea. Where did you have in mind?" "Can we have Japanese dad? We have not had it in a long time!" "Oh yeah, that would be awesome! Great idea Kat! What do you think Gee, I mean mom?" Gerard pretended to look deep in thought. "Hmmm..." He tapped his chin with his index finger. "Japanese food it is." They piled into the car and sang Christmas carols at the top of their lungs, very off tune, till they arrived at the restaurant. The kids piled out and dragged Gerard into the place talking about the foods they love, and about the time Kody went to catch the broccoli in his mouth and it landed in his hair. “It was the funniest thing Gee, he was so confused where it went! Dad and I died laughing!” ”Fuck you Kat it was embarrassing!” ”Hey! No cursing in public you two.” ”Sorry Dad.” The kids chorused their apology at the same time and Gerard laughed. They're at the table and this time Gerard decided not to order sake because the kids were there. Everyone got Ramune instead and took turns trying the different flavors. The kids clapped loudly when Gerard opened up his own bottle. The show was amazing and they ate till they were stuffed, but still had room for friend ice cream. The kids laughed as Gerard made a face when he tried green tea ice cream and said that he will stick to vanilla. Frank looked at Gerard and smiled. He reached over and took his hand and laced their fingers together. ”This has been the perfect evening with you guys.” ”Yeah, we should do this again!” ”Yeah, we should.” ***Timestamp: Thursday December 20*** ***Frank*** "So, where are we going again?" "Sorry baby, I told you it's a secret." Kody and Kat giggled in the back seat. It was unusual for them to be riding in a car that Frank was driving, but this occasion Louis got the day off. "Aw, c'mon!" Gerard laughed, grabbing Frank's arm playfully. "Tell me." "Sorry mom, not going to happen." Kat punched Kody lightly in the arm, and it sent them into fits of giggles again. Frank laughed along with them. He could see Gerard getting a little upset, but they were almost there. The city was left behind and the country was open to them with white crisp snow instead of the dirty snow of the streets. The houses were all decorated with colored lights and the kids 'oohed' and 'aahed' like they did when they were younger. In truth it had felt like a long time since they were a proper family. "All right guys, we are almost there." Gerard looked out the window and then looked back at the kids. "Guys. Seriously! Where are we?" "We are... here!" The kids started to bounce up and down in their seat chorusing the same thing. As they pulled into the lit up parking lot Frank heard Gerard gasp at the sign over the entrance. "Millbrook Tree Farm. Fresh cut and chopped by you!" "Oh! Awesome!" He cheered, and snuggled up on Frank. "This is such a good idea!" "Ha ha ha, I knew you would like it baby. You always said that you were never allowed to have a real tree since you were little. I thought it would be a lot of fun to cut down a fresh one." The kids piled out and Kody went to get the tree cart and Kat went to get the saw. They argued about which direction to go in." "I like the blue spruce!" "No way Kats, those things hurt! Let's go with balsam." "I hate the way they smell Kodes. How about pine?" "Nope, dad hates needles." "Actually it is mom that hates needles, remember him telling us?" "Oh yeah and..." "Yo guys! Let's let Gerard choose." Gerard walked along the pathway. "Hmm..." He looked over tree after tree after tree. He came across a medium one and just stared at it. It was in good shape... perfect shape. He could already see it in the house. "This one." He pointed and looked over at his husband and smiled. "It's beautiful." "Nya, I told you!" "Aw fuck me, not again." "Kody James!" "Ooopps, sorry Dad." "Man, I don't care what you say at home, but not in public." "Right, I forgot." Frank took the saw from Kat after admonishing Kody for cursing around people. He got down on the ground and after laying down the plastic, he crawled under the tree. He lined the saw up and began to move it through the trunk. He did this for a few minutes and then switched to the other side. After another few minutes, he came out and stood up. "All right Gee, one push and it will fall over." "Oh, okay..." He pushed the tree hard and yelped when it started to come down. "Whoa!" "Timber!" Frank and the kids shout out, and the tree hits the ground with a thud. Kody goes right to his job now. He pulls and lifts the tree up and gets it on the cart, impressively all by himself. Kat goes and grabs the handle and the two make the now laden cart move down the path to the threading machine. Frank takes Gerard's hand, secure in the fact that the kids know what to do, and leads him to a little stand where hot drinks are being served with winter treats. He buys two cups of hot chocolate with a candy cane in each one. He also buys two bags of roasted chestnuts and careful hands the hot confection over to his wife. "I don’t know if you have ever actually eaten one of these, but sprinkled with the cinnamon and brown sugar mix, they are amazing." Gerard smiled sheepishly and took a bite. "Mmmm..." He hummed out and then took a sip of his hot chocolate. "Y'should get the kids some." "Nope, they have their own thing that they do as soon as they finish loading the tree. Strangely that is their favorite part." Frank directs Gerard's attention to the kids standing next to the threading machine where the tree that was once all branched out is now wrapped in a cocoon of white netting. They pop the tree back onto the cart and bring it to the car. Kody loads it up on the blanket that Kat has carefully placed on the roof. Together they secure it with rope. When done, they high five each other and hug. Then Kat returns the cart and Kody makes his way to where his dad and Gerard are sitting. He pulls his wallet out and purchases two hot chocolates the same way as theirs, but he buys two gingerbread men instead of chestnuts. He takes them over to Kat who is sitting on the bench waiting. She takes her cookie from him and smiles. She pulls the candy heart off of hers and Kody does the same. Frank smiles as he hears them count. "One, two, three!" At the same time they drop their heart's into the other ones cup. Frank hears Gerard 'aww' at this. He places an arm around his wife's waist and pulls him close. "That has been a tradition for them since I can remember. Kody always buys two." Gerard beamed proudly and pulled Frank closer to him. "They're cute. Just like their father." He ran his hand down Frank’s cheek and then kissed him "All right guys, let's get this baby home." As they make their way up to the car, Frank slips a hand under Gerard's trench coat to grab his hip. Instead he encounters a loose piece of fabric. Gerard blushes lightly as Frank pulls out another hanky. This one is light pink. Frank grins at Gerard and cocks an eyebrow. "Oh baby, you just wait till the kids go to bed tonight." * * * It didn’t happen though. Once they got the tree home and into the house, they were exhausted. They all ended up crashing by the fireplace in the lounge. After that Frank had several meetings to squeeze in before Christmas. He had the company Christmas party where he had to wear a fucking penguin suit and socialize with musical people that he could care less about. It was not even something he could take Gerard to, because honestly it was just a business meeting in fancy clothes. Fuck he hated being a CEO sometimes. Then Christmas came and they barely got the tree decorated three days before. The kids and Gerard did a great job though. Frank loved the vintage albums that Gerard bought him and the kids went crazy over the vintage clothing. Gerard loved the clothing he received, both men's and women's of course, because Frank was not a dick about making his wife dress like a girl all the time. Of course he had to buy more aprons and a few gifts he could not give in front of the kids. The best was the sapphire and diamond necklace that he found. Gerard smothered him with kisses not even worrying that the kids were there. Yes, the holidays were amazing, and Spencer, Pete, Christa, and Ray all joined them for dinner. Gerard even insisted that Louis and Charles join them, but Charles begged off to spend it with his parents. Louis came though and it was truly a family event. Frank had so much fun that he almost forgot about the hanky… almost. ***Timestamp: Friday December 28th*** ***Gerard & Frank*** Gerard finished setting the table, exactly the way Frank liked it, and took a seat. He was currently home alone so it was pretty quiet. Frank is at work, Kody's hanging out with a friend at the movies, and Kat's at a slumber party so Frank and Gerard were going to be eating dinner alone that night. They could use the alone time. They really haven't had enough lately while the kids were still on break. They would go back soon, and Gerard would miss them and the loud, happy energy they had to offer. "Hey baby, Frankie's home. Where is my beautiful wife, in one of his gorgeous aprons, I hope?" Gerard jumped out of his seat and fixed the apron he was wearing. He pulled open the door and there was Frank. He smiled at his husband, and put his hands on his hips in a pose to show off the apron. "Dinner is served." Frank laughed and swept Gerard up in his arms. He bent him backwards and nibbled on his neck. "You taste delicious baby as always, but I think I am a bit more hungry today, you will do for dessert though." Frank brought him back up and Gerard giggled. The whole time Frank kept his other arm behind his back. "Charmer." Gerard giggled and went to his seat. "Hurry up and eat so we can get to dessert." Frank sits down and his eyes are wide. Once again Gerard has outdone himself. He does not understand how the man manages to work his part-time shift and still get home to clean the house and prepare a feast. In front of him is a bowl of warm vegetable stew that smells heavenly. Fresh baked crusty bread to dip into it, and Panini pressed sandwiches that would make any gourmet blush. He digs right in because he was not joking, he was starving. Soon Frank has eaten two bowls of soup, two sandwiches, and half the crusty bread. He washed it all down with some amazing tropical smoothies made with pineapples and coconut. He swears they are better than any piña colada he ever drank in his youth. "Fuck Gee, I am so full!" Gerard just finished eating his own soup and smiled at Frank. "I'm glad." He starting to pick up some dishes. Frank grabbed Gerard's wrist as he started to collect the plates. "These can wait till after dessert." With no warning, Frank swept Gerard up in his arms and headed straight for the stairs. "Frank!" Gerard laughed as they entered the bedroom. Frank dropped him on the bed and he bounced on it, still laughing. "What has you so excited?" He asked his husband, who was currently working off his tie. "I went shopping after work and bought you a little gift… well maybe not so little." Frank smirked and grabbed the black bag that he had with him the whole time. He held it in front of Gerard, but each time Gerard went to grab it he would pull it away. Finally he let Gerard have the bag. Gerard pulled out the white box and inside was the strangest fucking thing he had ever seen. "The Duke...prostate stimulator?" Gerard's brow rose to that. "So I'm gonna' be howling at the moon when we use this?" He grinned, adverting his attention to Frank. "Oh baby, you are going to do more than howl." Frank takes the box from Gerard and opens it up. He pulls the vibrator out and turns it on the lowest speed. He places it back in Gerard's hand, and watches as Gerard has the same reaction as Frank did at the store. "Fuck me, that's low?!" The sales girl giggles when he said this, and Frank almost felt bad cursing in a place of business. Then again when fuck was on every box, why should he give a shit? "It is our number one seller." "How long does it take to charge?" "They recommend six hours." Frank whips out the black Amex. "I'll give you personally $200 if you charge it till I pick it up at five." "Fuck yeah!" Frank laughs at the girl as she hurries to plug it in. He leaves with a smirk on his face "So baby, how about you slip out of everything except that frilly apron and let me treat you to the best orgasm possible without a real cock involved." Gerard faux gasped and started to undress. He kept his eyes on Frank with a smirked etched on his face. He started with the apron first. He had to take it off in order to get his t-shirt off, plus, it's not the one Frank is talking about. "I'll be right back." Leaving a seductive linger in his voice, he hopped out of bed and rushed into the closet and completely undressed. He grabbed one of his frilly aprons from its rack and slipped it on as he examined himself in the full body mirror. Gerard shouted, mid giggle. "Ready!" Frank drooled, he could not help it, fuck his new apron fetish. He also did not tell Gerard that he had taken to watching hentai, Japanese animated porn where servants were forced to wear just aprons as degradation. Frank had no interest in degrading Gerard. On the contrary, he wanted to worship the man. He watched as Gerard crawled onto the bed and sat up on his knees, his hips pushed out and made a coy innocent face as he stuck a finger in his mouth. "Fuck me, you look like sin on a platter." "Come take a bite." Gerard signaled Frank to come over with his index finger. "You know you wanna." Frank practically launched himself at the bed and his wife. He pinned Gerard down and roughly kissed him, forcing his tongue into his mouth. He ground against Gerard hard, letting Gerard push against the friction of his slacks. He heard Gerard bite back a moan and pulled his mouth off of him. "Oh no baby, I want to hear you tonight. On your knees and show me that perfect ass of yours. We are going to wake them up in the next state." Gerard quickly did as he was told and got on his knees, and he chuckled. "Bossy," Frank swatted at Gerard's ass when he mouthed off. Gerard looked back at him and Frank leered. "Behave baby, or I will have to gag you." Frank took the Duke and laid it beside him on bed. He took the special lube that the girl recommended and coated his fingers in it. He easily slipped two fingers inside of Gerard and heard him groan. He finger fucked him slowly and tortuously kept just grazing his prostate, but not ever really touching it. He laughed as he felt Gerard squirm trying to get closer to the goal, but not being able to reach it. "If you don't... Unnnfff... Hurry I'm gonna start whining." Gerard gasped the warning at his husband. "Easy baby, I got you, don’t worry I'm going to take care of you." Frank removed his fingers, listening to Gerard whine about being empty. He poured more lube onto the Duke and then looking at it decided on the longer side. He slicked up that side and pushed it slowly into his wife, turning the vibration on low. "Oh..."> Frank pushed the button to the second level of vibration and could now feel it in the bones of his wrist. He arched it up and turned it a little to the left and hit Gerard's prostate right on the money. Gerard arched his back and screamed. Frank was impressed and again this was only the second level. He watched Gerard shake and whine and plead for anything and nothing at all. He just mewed and pushed back hard on the Duke. Frank kept this up for a few more minutes and then leaned in to Gerard's back to whisper in his ear, pushing the Duke in further. "How you doing baby? Feeling good? Can you make it? Only one more speed to go. Can you take it?" Gerard pressed his face into the bed and pushed his knees apart until he was straddling the bed. He nodded hard and grunted when the vibrations hit his prostate again. "Y-yeah, m'can take it..." "Alright baby, ready for maximum warp drive." Frank pushed the button to the final position and Gerard wordlessly cried out. His voice was trapped in his throat blocked by the immense pleasure he was receiving. Frank leaned into Gerard's ass giving him a solid body to buck back into. "Fuck baby, you look so good right now. As soon as you cum, I'm gonna fuck you so hard. You have no idea how hard you got me right now watching you take it like this." Gerard choked out a whimper and moved his hand down to his leaking cock. He wrapped his hand around himself and started to frantically jerk off. "Ah ah ah, that is a no baby." Frank reached around and grabbed Gerard's hand and pulled it off his cock. Gerard cried out in protest and Frank angled the Duke higher and harder against his prostate. "I know you can cum without being touched. You look so fucking sexy doing it too. I promise you baby, if you do, the reward will be almost as amazing as the feeling.” Gerard began to pant. He was experiencing a hardcore orgasm. One he's only had three times in his life. "F-Fuck... Fuck. Fuck. Frank... Ah, fuck." He chanted, his voice high pitched and out of breath. "That's it baby that's it cum for me. Cum for Frankie." Gerard stiffened up and released a groan that sounded like a ghost and he came. He came so hard and so much. Frank let Gerard ride out his explosive orgasm till he was a panting mess with his face pressed into the mattress. A slowly growing puddle of drool was staining the sheets, and matted in Gerard's sweat soaked hair. Frank eased the Duke out of Gerard and kissed his investment before tossing it on the bed, forgetting to turn it off. He ripped open his pants and shoved his painfully hard cock into his wife's open and waiting ass. "Ah shit, fuck Gee, still fucking tight as hell!" Frank wasted no time at fucking Gerard hard and fast as he promised. he did not expect much from Gerard, who was still blissed out from his mind blowing orgasm, but that was alright. Frank really just fucking needed to get off, and like yesterday. Gerard held on for dear life and whimpered as Frank rammed into him. He was so done, his body was like jelly and his breathing was uneven. He let out a moan here and there, but that was all he could do. Frank appreciated that Gerard was trying, and he was going to give him the best reward after this, but right now his brain was going a mile a minute and all he could think was... "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" Frank came like a fucking freight train as he leaned heavily over Gerard. His weight pushed them both forward, and he fell onto his wife as his legs collapsed beneath them. "Oh fuck, oh shit! Are you alright baby? Fuck come here, let me..." "Fuck Gee, I'm so sorry. I did not mean to hurt you or use you like that. Fuck, that was just so wrong of me. I am just as bad as all of them now!" Gerard slumped against Frank and shook his head. "No. What? No... You're fine. Shit, Frankie... You didn't hurt me." He sat up and stretched his arms out. "I can handle it." "But you're not supposed to handle it. You are supposed to feel good too, and how good can you feel when I just used you to get off!? Gerard sighed. "You feel like you used me to get off?" "Well yeah, I mean you were so far gone after that orgasm, and all I could think of is how hot you looked and how much my cock was aching watching you writhe in all that pleasure. I was a selfish bastard and thought about how I was going to get off. That was wrong of me Gee, so wrong of me." Frank hung his head. He was so tired and so angry at himself for ruining this wonderful experience for Gerard. He really did not deserve the man. "I wanted you to get off like that, silly man." Gerard giggled, pulling Frank into a hug. "You're always helping me so it's fair, right?" Frank could not believe this creature. He knew what Frank was going to do before Frank even knew. He was fine with it. He did not feel used or obligated. It was the strangest feeling in the world to Frank. He pulled Gerard out of the hug and looked deeply in his eyes. He saw nothing but sincerity and the truth. He cupped Gerard's face lightly. "Well, I have to say Gerard Arthur Iero, you are the most amazing person that I have ever met and I am proud to call myself your husband.” Gerard sighed as he smiled and draped his arms over his husband's shoulders. He leaned into his ear and nibbled it lightly, and Frank thinks that he heard the ghost of his voice call him a silly man. Frank smiled back and hugged him fiercely. If this is what the close of the year had in store of him, he could not wait to see what the New Year was going to bring, or the New Year's party for that matter. ***Timestamp: Monday January 31st*** ***Gerard & Frank*** Gerard clipped on his suspenders and then snapped them against his chest to make sure they were secured. He smiled at his reflection and then primped his hair a bit. He already knew what Frank was going to wear and it went nicely with his own outfit. He wasn't dressed as sophisticated as Frank, but he wasn't really in the mood to color in between the lines. It was an art gallery New Year’s party and he didn't want to blend in with what everyone else was going to wear. He had a feeling Mikey was going to pick him apart and just call him out on his attire choice, but he didn't care. Well, he sort of did... "Hey baby, you ready yet?" Frank walked in fixing the cuffs of his tux. He stopped and admired the simple look that his wife was able to pull off like no other. He had only been working at the Gallery for a month and he was already showing signs of how much he loved it. New pieces of artwork had made their way home in different rooms with Gerard directing where they would hang. He had also started to paint again, but would not let Frank build him an art studio, preferring to use the Upstairs Study. Frank sat on the bed to tie his patent leather shoes. "Gee, I wish you would let me build an addition on the house for your art. You look so cramped in the Study with my desk." "Yeah, I'm ready." Gerard took a seat next to Frank, and dusted off his shoulder as he shook his head to the offer on the house addition. "And I really like the study... the vibe's good in there." "Your choice sweetheart. All right, ready to face your adoring public?" Frank loved that Gerard blushed when he said this, but it was true. Everyone that worked at the gallery, or was a patron there sang Gerard's praises as a curator. He knew his stuff and Stan had gushed to Frank nonstop about what a smart choice and sound business move he made hiring the younger man. "Come my love, our chariot awaits." He offered his hand to Gerard and laughed when he took it and stood up, his heels making him taller than usual next to Frank. Frank ran a hand over his thigh to his hip and pulled him in for a kiss, careful not to ruin his makeup. "Only you could make this outfit look this hot Geebear." "Why thank you, sweetie. I'm just a little worried about what Mikey's gonna say." He admitted, taking Frank's arm. "Oh you know your brother is only kidding around with you. He's a sweet kid." Frank and Gerard exited the bedroom and moved down the stairs. They donned their trench coats with the help of Charles, and then moved out into the open where Louis stood holding the door to the car. "Happy New Year folks" "Happy New Year Louis. Here for you, just a little thanks for taking such good care of my baby when I was away." Frank handed Louis a sealed envelope and smiled while patting his arm. "You're a good man Louis, don’t ever change... well unless you make your fortune and then are able to work for yourself instead of my sorry ass." "Ah Mr. Iero, I like working for you and the Missus." "Well, we still need to pick up Pete and his wife so let's get a move on then." "Very good sir." "Louis..." "Sorry, I mean, very good Frank." Frank smiled and climbed into the car after Gerard. Louis got into the driver’s seat after closing the door and they sped off for Pete's. * * * Gerard was super excited to see what his best friend was wearing. He couldn't wait to see him. "I bet they're all decked out." Gerard giggled, bouncing in his seat. "Pete loves any excuse to dress up. He's like a fucking Ken doll, but packing way more between his legs. Too much for Barbie to handle." Gerard laughed loudly and rose a brow at his husband. "Is he really?" "There is a reason that only bottomed for him once or twice and I was drunk as fuck and higher than shit at the time. That man could split someone in two!" Frank loved the look on his wife's face. He knew that Gerard could not tell if he was lying or not. Truth was, he wasn't. It was not that Pete was any longer than him, but the man was fucking thick and that counts for a lot, or rather a lot of lube. Frank saw that Gerard was about to say something else, but the car door opened and Spencer climbed in trailing a long charcoal dress glittering with stones. Pete was in a cool number, done black on black with charcoal to match his wife. He took a look at Frank and whistled. Pete then got a look at Gerard. "Wow Gee." "Wow yourself. You two look amazing." Gerard grinned, going to hug Spencer. He kissed his best friend on the lips and then smiled sheepishly at him when they pulled apart. "Wow Gee baby, you were not kidding when you said what you were going to wear. You really got balls to pull that off and look amazing in it. For once I look more girly than you!" Spencer laughed and slid daintily in Gerard's lap. He circled his arms around him and nuzzled his neck. "Oh stop it. It's not a big deal. I just wanted to be comfortable." He wrapped his arms around Spencer's waist and kissed his cheek. "Awww aren't you two sweet." "Fuck off Pete, you know you just want us to both get it on in front of you." "See, that's why I married him Frankie. He knows me so well." Frank laughed because it was true. He watched Pete drag his eyes over both their wives, taking in the little things they did, like when Spencer rubbed Gerard's chest or when Gerard caressed Spencer's thigh. "All right folks were here." When Louis opened the door Gerard was taken aback by the flashing of the cameras. Frank did not realize that Gerard had no idea that this was going to be part of his life. He shied a bit and hid in Frank's neck when he stepped out of the car. Spencer tried to protect him by pushing in front with Pete so that the people were focused on them instead. "Mr. Wentz, Mr. Wentz!" Pete smiled wide for the cameras and pulled Spencer close to him. They made a perfect couple standing next to each other with matching smiles. A reporter for one of the celebrity channels walked up to them. "And here we have Mr. Peter Wentz with his lovely wife. Mr. Wentz is the well- known mogul behind one of the largest catering chains in the US. Mr. Wentz, can we have a moment of your time?" "Only if you call me Pete, I am not old enough to be Mr. Wentz yet." The reporter did one of those fake chuckles, and Frank knew that Pete wished he had his sunglasses so he could roll his eyes. "All right Pete, so who are you and the lovely Mrs..." "Please Spencer will be fine too." "Yes, Spencer wearing today?" "Well I'm wearing the Valintini collection and my lovely wife is wearing Trussardi." "Very nice, very nice and now to your financial partner and friend for decades, Mr. Frank Iero and his recent bride Jared." Gerard looked at Frank with frown and then to the reporter. He didn't expect himself to say anything, but he hated it when people said his name wrong. He corrected the reporter in a sassy tone. "My name's Gerard." Frank smiled when Gerard corrected the reporter. That was how you had to handle them. The reporter of course pretended to not be troubled by this. "Oh of course, pardon my misspeak. So Mr. Iero, who are you wearing tonight?" "Well considering that I went shopping with Pete and we have the same fashion style, you tell me?" "Ah, yes another Valintini and not many can pull of silver and not look tacky, but you can pull off anything can't you? I recall the capture of you knocking a man out in Texas in a bright purple suit." Frank winced, he was not sure if Gerard knew about what happened when he was out of town, well fuck it, he knew now. "Homophobia is so passe, Dedra..." "Uh, it's Dedrie." "Yes yes, well, I just could not have him bringing up the subject of my gorgeous wife in a bad light you know?" "Yes and I see that he has an unconventional style as well. So Gerard, who are you wearing tonight?" Gerard tugged daintily on his suspenders and shrugged. "I'm not wearing anyone... I put this together myself, got it from a thrift store. So I suppose I could say I'm wearing Gerard Iero?" "Well now, that is the most original answer that I have heard in a long time, and the most honest I may add. Mr. Iero, I could not be more pleased to say that you have yourself quite a unique catch, and we hope that we can see more Gerard Iero originals. Thank you both." The reporter smiled and moved onto the next couple. Frank took Gerard's hand and brought it to his lips. "You did beautiful baby. You handled that like a pro. So does that mean I have the original Gerard Iero?" Gerard squeezed Frank's hand tightly and winked. That was his answer as they stepped inside the building. "There's my star employee!" Stan walked over to Gerard with Mikey in tow and of course Brendon. He engulfed Gerard into a hug that made Gerard squeal out. Stan put Gerard down and gave him a moment to fix his outfit. "Well now Gerard, that is quite a choice of outfit you have on. Very Avant Garde and perfect for the artistic world. Say Iero, has Gerard showed you his latest coup? We acquired a major player from Italy who was completely charmed by our little girl here." "Well now, we have a reason to celebrate don’t we?" Stan called over a waiter who had several champagne glasses on the tray. There was one with a green wine charm on it. Mikey intercepted the tray and pulled the one with the wine charm off and walked up to Frank. He laid a hand on his shoulder and handed him the glass smiling. "Here you are Frankie. Any glass you see with this charm is nonalcoholic. I made sure that Stany did this just for you." "Well thank you Kiddo. That is a very nice dress you are wearing. A little conservative for your taste though isn't it?" Mikey smirked and ran his hand from Frank's shoulder to his chest before lifting it off and taking his own champagne glass off the tray. "Not as much as you would think Frankie boy." Mikey turned to leave and Frank gaped at the complete open back that was part of the dress. It dipped all the way to the end of Mikey's spine and Frank laughed. "I should have known better huh Gee?" Gerard forced a chuckle and rolled his eyes, but without Frank seeing. "He's full of... surprises. Like always. Let's just hope he doesn't snap suspenders off." Gerard took a glass of champagne off the tray of a walk-pass server and took a sip. He was throwing daggers at his brother's exposed back. He was feeling repulsed and upstaged. *snap* Frank felt Gerard jump as someone did just that to his back. They spun around and came face to face with Brendon and his husband. "Love the Oliver Twist look you have going there Gerard." Brendon laughed not realizing that this was a compliment to Gerard. Frank could not believe that Brendon was wearing a cocktail dress to a formal affair. Apparently his husband did not mind as he ran his hand up the back of it and grabbed his ass in full view of everyone. Frank had always thought that Howard was a little too forward for some moments. "Are you alright Gee?" Gerard sipped his drink again and nodded. He'd eaten light today. The champagne was already going straight to his head. "I need to use the bathroom. Spencer... come with me, please." ***Spencer*** "Sure Gee baby, I got you." Spencer handed his wrap to Pete and after touching Frank's shoulder in a light assurance, he took Gerard by the waist and let Gerard lead him to the restrooms. Not surprisingly, Gerard chose to go into the ladies room. He liked access to the powder area that was present in places like this. Gerard sat down heavy on the ornate sofa and sighed. Spencer hitched up his dress and kneeled in front of his best friend. "Gee baby, talk to me, what's wrong?" "I'm just..." He sniffed and then wiped his eye with his index finger. "I'm overwhelmed. Mikey is such a... home wrecker." "Oh Gee, no baby, don’t cry, you are going to ruin your perfect make up. Here, I have a little gift for you." Spencer went into his bag and pulled out two little hats with a black rose and a bow that sat a top the head. He carefully placed one in Gerard’s hair, and then one in his. "See? Now we match!” Gerard tried to chuckle, but he was still feeling down and really tense. Spencer internally smirked. Spencer slid his hands up Gerard's thighs and moved them to his pants. "You need to relax. Here let me help you." Spencer unclipped each suspender and slowly undid the button and zipper on Gerard's pants. He was not worried that they would be seen because they were hidden inside a small alcove. He knew what Gerard needed when he was this tense. He reached into his simple silk panties and pulled out his half hard cock. He stroked it for a minute, making Gerard mew and drop his head back into the sofa. He then licked the tip and sucked on the head lightly. "F-fuck... Spence. I'm upset." He grabbed a fistful of Spencer's hair and tugged him off gently. "Can we do this later?" "You sure Gee? This always calms you down. I really think you should just relax and let me." Spencer lightly stroked Gerard trying to let him know that it was alright to need this kind of attention and that Spencer loved him enough to give it to him with no expectations of anything back. He needed Gerard to understand this was just for him. Gerard nodded and relaxed his hands in Spencer's hair. ”See you’re relaxing already, just from the thought.” Spencer felt Gerard relax again and he leaned up to kiss him. He continued to lightly fist him, and finally Gerard let out a real moan. Spencer was about to say something when the door opened and in walked Mikey and Brendon. They must have had bat hearing because they came around the corner and smirked when they saw Spencer on the floor holding Gerard's cock. "Well well well big brother, apparently your new husband is not enough that you have to fuck around behind his back with his best friend’s wife? Oh this is going to be perfect. I am going to love watching your misery when he leaves your ass for cheating on him." Mikey smirked and Brendon laughed with an evil lilt in his voice. Gerard tucked himself back into his slacks and shot a dirty look at his brother. "FYI, my husband knows what we do." He stood up and went to the mirror and fixed his hair, making sure the little hat was at a slight tilt. It looked best that way. "Squeal all you want. He isn't gonna fuck you. No matter how much you want him to." "You lying piece of shit! Frank would not share you! I overheard Frank telling M. that no one is allowed to fuck you!" Mikey stood there with his arms crossed. "Go ask him yourself if you don't believe me." "I gotta a better idea Gee baby, let's just show him." Spencer smirked and took Gerard's hand as they left the restroom. Mikey and Brendon quickly followed behind them. They arrived where all the husbands were and Spencer pulled Gerard against him as Frank walked up to them. "Everything alright?" "Yeah Frankie. I tried to get Gerard to relax with a hand job, but he was too worried that you would miss him." "Aww Geebear, if you need one, it's alright. I mean, if you can't wait till we get home that is." Pete moved to Spencer and kissed him on the cheek. "That's my girl, always willing to give his best friend a hand." Frank rolled his eyes and Spencer hit Pete in the arm for making such a bad joke. Gerard smirked at his brother and started to pull Frank into a quick peck. "I love you, honey. I can't wait to get you all to myself later." "Well Iero, You are a more trusting man than myself I will admit. I would never share my sweetheart with anyone, not that he wants anyone else right dear?" "Of course not Stany, you are more than enough for me." Mikey threw daggers at Gerard over Stan's shoulder. The night was young and already it had turned out to be interesting. Spencer could not wait to see what the rest of the party had in store for them. * * * ***Gerard*** ”Hurry back baby, okay?” Gerard weaved away from his husband and friends, and walked around the museum, heading towards his office to write down a memo he'd just remembered. He dismissed himself by kissing Frank on the cheek, and telling him he'd be back ASAP. He started to pass the lounge, but stopped just as he heard soft sobs... Almost shushed and he peeked through the curtains to check and see who it was. "Kassandra, sweetie?" Gerard cooed, rushing in and taking a seat next to her. He grabbed her hand and held it tightly. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He looked over the woman's beautiful dress and he couldn't help but think she was far too beautiful to be upset. She just shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. She released a shuddered sigh and blinked her eyes up at Gerard. "K-Kenny couldn't make it, like always." Gerard pulled her into a hug. "Why? Did he say why?" She scoffed and shrugged again, defeated. "Work, but it's gotta be another reason. I'm having doubts about our marriage. I don't think..." She trailed off, but continued after a choked cry. "I d-don't think he f-finds me attractive a-anymore." Gerard was at a loss for words. He felt bad and he really wanted to comfort her so he just kept rubbing her back. "You know what else?" "What sweetie?" Gerard, tucked a lock of her behind her ears. "I went out and bought this beautiful dress just for him, and he's not even going to see me in it." She sounded angry now. Her tears stopped and she was just slightly flustered. "Well, it's his loss. I think you look fantastic and if he wants to put work before you then you shouldn't sit here and feel bad for yourself. Feel bad for him. He's the one missing out." She perked up a little and wiped her eyes with her fingertips. "You know what? You're right! I'm gonna go talk to Justin. He always flirts with me anyway. I could use some TLC." "Yes! Go talk to Justin. He's funny and smart and so fucking cute!" Gerard cheered her on, as she stood up quickly. Just as she was about to leave she turned to Gerard and flashed him her magnificent smile. "Thank you Gerard...." Gerard sat there smiling to himself. He was proud that he made a good person feel good about themself. It gave him hope. * * * ***Frank*** It was nearing midnight now and the four of them had pretty much been joined at the hip all night. Gerard and Spencer were just this side of tipsy, but Pete was by far the drunkest. "Frankie baby, have I told you what a smoking hot wife you have?" "Yes Pete, many times, especially tonight." "Well thash cause its truuuuue." Frank laughed as Pete leaned heavily on him and planted yet another sloppy kiss on his face. He looked over at Gerard and Spencer who were rolling their eyes and laughing at him. Gerard couldn't help but notice how... nice Pete was being to him. He has no idea why he's being so flirtatious, but he wasn't about to question it. "Pete, I don't know if I told you this... But I think you're the best dressed tonight. If there was some kind of competition you'd win, hands down." Gerard slurred. His buzz was suddenly advancing after he took a final sip of the rest of his drink. "Awww, that's sweet of you to say Geebabe, but what about Frankie? I think he looks pretty sharp myself." Spencer moved over to where Frank was supporting his husband and pulled out the chair for him to flop in. Frank dropped Pete in it and Spencer laughed. Pete tried to pull Spencer into his lap, but he moved away easily and hid behind Frank. Frank laughed. "Well fine, if you won't sit in my lap, then I’ll just steal Gee." Pete reached out and pulled Gerard into his lap. Gerard yelped loudly, caught off guard, as he was pulled into Pete's lap. He giggled loudly and wrapped his arms around Pete's shoulders to make himself comfortable. "I like the new Pete Spencer, what did you do to him? He's so playful tonight." "He's drunk Gee baby." Frank laughed as Gerard blushed at the answer. He knew how handsy Pete got when he was like this. He also knew something else that Pete had a penchant to do when he was drunk. He looked at Spencer and Spencer had a gleam in his eyes. "Hey there Gee, wanna go for a ride?" With no warning, Pete started to buck his lap up and down as he held Gerard's hips in place. Gerard shrieked loudly and squeezed his arms around Pete's shoulders tightly. He giggled obnoxiously and attempted to hop out of Pete's lap. "No more! No more!" Frank and Spencer were now leaning on each other laughing hard. Frank had tears in his eyes and he had an arm circled around Spencer's waist in order to hold himself up and not collapse onto each other. "Oh my God Gee, you just..." Frank lost it and landed on his knees losing his breath. He hand slid down Spencer's leg to clutch his thigh. Spencer was now leaning over on Frank. "Fuck, Pete, I just should have..." Gerard managed to get out of Pete's lap and swatted the man’s shoulder playfully. "Awww, you’re no fun Gee, tell him Frankie, he's no fun." "Now Pete, not everyone likes to be molested by you." "Nonsense, everyone wants to be molested by me! Well if I can't molest your wife, I will molest mine." Pete pulled Spencer into his lap and began to bounce him up and down. Spencer ground down with his ass and instead of laughter escaping his mouth, it was a moan. Frank circled an arm around Gerard and held him protectively. "You alright baby? You know he was only playing right?" "I don't know Frankie, Pete's sporting some decent wood that Gerard gave him. I know I did not do it." Gerard nodded and laughed at first. "Of course I'm alright. I know he's only playing." Gerard then diverted his attention to Spencer and stuck his tongue out at him. "Totally not from me!" "Oh no Gee baby, this is all you, know how I know?" Gerard rolled his eyes and pushed his hands on his hips. "How?" Spencer smirked and slid off Pete's lap. He moved up to Gerard and lifted a thigh and slid it between his legs pushing him against Frank's chest. He leaned in and whispered hotly into his ear purring. "Petey boy can’t easily get it up when he is drunk, so baby that was all you. Take a bow honey." Gerard blushed and stared at Pete. He was a little... confused. Pete seriously couldn't be hard because of him. He hoped Frank wouldn't get upset or mad at his friend. "That's... uh," Gerard stammered, searching for the right word for this situation. "Surprising." "I would say it's impressive baby. I'm kind of proud of you, even I could not do that." "All right everyone, one minute till midnight. Grab you loved one and begin the count down." Stan's voice rang out among the party horns and other noise makers. He held Mikey close to him as he handed him a champagne glass. Mikey smiled and leaned in and kissed his cheek. Frank grabbed the charmed glass and a normal one for Gerard and handed it to him. Spencer did the same for Pete, and helped him up to stand. The four stood as the roar deafened in the room."10, 9, 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
Frank leaned in and kissed Gerard deeply. "Happy New Year baby." "Happy New Year to you too, sweetie." Gerard beamed and then turned to Spencer. He just finished kissing Pete so Gerard grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. Once they broke apart Spencer started for Frank. Gerard watched, wide eyed as his best friend planted a kiss on his husband's lips. Gerard had to admit, it was so fucking hot. He glanced over at Pete, his still wide grin on his face. He grabbed the drunk man by his shoulders and pulled him into a hard kiss. "Well now, it seems that Gee has decided to take responsibility for what he started." "Well, he always tells the kids they should take responsibility for their actions." Frank watched as Pete ran a hand down Gerard's back and cupped his ass. He pulled him closer and Frank heard the telltale moan of his wife getting turned on. He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at Spencer. Spencer smiled and draped his arms around Frank's shoulders and kissed him again, much more slowly with his tongue caressing his lower lip. Frank parted his lips and allowed Spencer to explore the inside at much more leisure. "Mmmm Gee, you are an amazing kisser." Pete began to move from Gerard's mouth to his neck laying light kisses along the skin. "I must compliment Frankie for having exquisite taste in a wife, and a wife that tastes good too." Gerard smirked, tipping his back and moaned quietly. He was really letting himself go with Pete right now, probably because of all that champagne they had. "You're not too bad yourself." Gerard told him, pulling away slowly. "Hey Frankie, want to trade wives for a night?" "Hmmm, it bears thinking about, but right now, I would like mine back." "Yeah, I agree, but we will talk." Frank let Spencer go after a final peck from him and a lick from Spencer over his lips. After gaining a kiss from Gerard on the way back Frank had his wife back in his arms. "Whatta night." Gerard whispered, smiling sheepishly, cuddling into Frank. "Oh baby, your night is just getting started." Frank dipped Gerard back and kissed him hard and fast. He brought him back up quickly and whipped out his phone. "Hey Louis, pull the car up, I need to get home and fuck my wife." ***Gerard*** While Frank went to get their coats, Gerard went to say goodbye to Karen. “Hey man, Happy New year’s Roger!” Gerard knew that this man did not realize that he was not this Roger person. He tried to move away from the guy, but he grabbed him and thrust a drink in his hands. ”Bottoms up man!” Gerard thought maybe if he took the drink he would let him go, so he saluted and downed it. The mix of liquors hit him fast and hard. He had no idea what was in it, but it fucked him up way more than the champagne he had been drinking all night. He stumbled back to where Frank was and grinned. The alcohol was making him feel even looser. This was going to be a fun ride home. Actually the ride home was, on Gerard's part, obnoxious. He was beyond drunk. The whole time he'd tried to stick his head up through the sun roof, but each time Frank would grab him back down and tell him not to, that it was too 'dangerous', so he found another way to make the ride more interesting. He climbed onto Spencer's lap and made out with him. The kiss was sloppy and dirty and Gerard can feel Frank and Pete's eyes on them, but when they arrived at Pete and Spencer's that meant they had to leave. "Nooo! C'mon! Can't they stay the night at our place?" Gerard slurred and tugged on Spencer's hand as he attempted to exit the car. "Gee baby, relax, I will see you tomorrow okay?" Spencer fisted Gerard's shirt and kissed him one last time in order to get him to let go. It worked and Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard, and Spencer kissed his cheek just before Louis closed the door. "Man Gee, we need to get some coffee in you." Gerard whined out and shoved Frank back and climbed into his lap. "You're just trying to sober me up because you wanna screw aaaand we can't screw if I pass out drunk." He started to kiss his husband’s throat. "Right?" Frank grabbed Gerard by the shoulder's gently. He looked Gerard in the eye as best he could. Gerard was so gone they were rolling. "Actually Gerard, I would prefer to let you sleep this off and fuck you in the morning. I don’t relish tasting the alcohol on your flesh as I kiss you and when you sweat, it seeps from your pores." Gerard brought his arm towards his nose and sniffed his skin. "I can't smell anything... well, except the perfume I used this morning. It's really strong." Gerard laughing pressing his ass down against Frank's crotch and hiccuped. "We can still fuck, Frankie. I was only joking. I'm not gonna pass out." "*sigh*Gerard please, I don’t want to do this. This is not how I want to ring in the New Year with you." Frank gently pushed Gerard to the other seat and tried to get him to settle down. Gerard frowned and placed his hands between his thighs. "But..." He trailed off, thinking of an excuse to get Frank's undivided attention. "I'm... I'm cold." He whimpered, putting on his best sad face. "Aww baby, that is the alcohol trying to escape your system, here hold on." Frank goes into the bench that he is sitting on and pulls out one of the quilts that he keeps for the kids. He moves over to where Gerard is and sets the quilt up to cover then both. He drapes an arm around his wife and lets him snuggle into his chest. "Here, is that better?" Gerard smiled against Frank's chest and nodded. "So cozy..." He murmured, nuzzling his head against his husband. "Mmmm... I can't wait to get home so we can really get warm." ***Frank*** Frank was happy. He was afraid that Gerard was going to try something under the blanket, but Gerard dozed off for the rest of the trip. "Do you need my help Sir?" "No, thank you Louis, I can handle it if you help me get him out of the car." Louis carefully lifted Gerard up and then placed him in Frank's waiting arms. He held the door for him since Charles was long asleep by now. Frank maneuvered his way through the living room and up the stairs. He had Louis push the door to the bedroom open and he carefully helped place Gerard on the bed. "Thank you Louis, again you are a good man." Good night Sir, Happy New Year to you both." Louis closed the door and the sound of the lock woke Gerard up. "F-Frank..." He croaked, looking around the room. "Easy baby, we're home now, come on, let's get you out of this and into something more comfortable to sleep in." Gerard stretched and nodded, smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, sounds good. How long was I asleep for?" He sat up, slowly and unclipped his suspenders. When they snapped off he started to work on getting his top off. "Pretty much the rest of the trip home. I knew that you needed it though. You seem to be feeling better, and you are not slurring your words anymore." Frank crouched down and unlaced Gerard’s shoes. He noticed that Gerard was wearing stockings. How did he miss that earlier? He began to massage the soles of his feet. He knew how much the heels that Gerard liked to wear can hurt. He heard Gerard groan in appreciation and he flexed his toes outward. Frank moved from massaging Gerard's feet to this ankles and then calves. Frank reached up and unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled them down off of Gerard's creamy white thighs. As he watched them come off, he noticed that black lace was slowly coming into play. It stretched across his stomach and down his thighs to the stockings that were attached just above his knees. "Fuck Gee, do you know how good you look right now?" Gerard smirked, running his fingers through Frank’s hair. "Yeah, from your expression I'm guessing I look pretty fucking good." "Oh do you now? Well aren't we smug?" Frank discarded Gerard's pants and ran his hands up his thighs. He stopped to pluck at the garter belt snapping it back against the skin and making Gerard jump. He smirked as he got up and pushed Gerard down on the bed. Frank crawled between his legs and ran his hand along Gerard's rapidly growing semi. "It seems like someone thinks that I look pretty fucking good too." Gerard nodded fast and pushed his hips off the bed. He groaned. "So fucking good." Now it was Frank's turn to be smug. He slowly slipped the black lace panties down, admiring that Gerard had more brains than some woman did to place them over top of the garter instead of under them. He pulled them off, but instead of tossing them with the pants Frank moved up Gerard's body and used them to tie Gerard's wrists together. Once he was secure, Frank began to unbutton Gerard's shirt, admiring how his pale skin came into view. He leaned in and brushed his nose against the smooth skin of his neck. He ran his tongue along the line and once finding the perfect place he latched on and sucked hard onto the spot. Gerard whimpered loudly and tipped his head back, revealing his entire throat to Frank. "Such a slut aren't you baby? Look at you writhing under me like that. You can't help it can you? You want me to fuck you? You want me to shove my hard cock inside of you as you beg me to touch you?" Gerard whimpered again, his eyes begging Frank to just take control. "N-Now... fucking do it, Frankie. I'm begging you now." Gerard pleaded shamelessly and Frank smirked again, he loved hearing Gerard like this. So pliable, willing to do anything that he was asked. Frank slipped the small tube of special lube out of his pocket. He saw it in the store when he was purchasing toys for Gerard as a private Christmas present. It intrigued him when he read the bottle, and the woman at the counter said they had free samples. Now he was about to find out how special it was. He popped the lid and let it dribble over Gerard's cock and down his ass crack. Gerard jumped at the cold sensation, but Frank bit down hard on his neck. "Stay still you slut, I will tell you when to move." Frank waited for Gerard to settle down and slipped his hand around his cock. He pumped it a few times letting the slick lubricant cover the whole surface so that when the surprise hit Gerard would feel it all over. Then he let go and Frank moved his hand to massage his balls with the lubricant. He continued down, rubbing it all along his ass crack until it glistened with the coating. Then he easily slipped three fingers inside. Gerard's jaw went slack and he squeezed his eyes shut. He took deep breaths and released high pitched moans. His body was slightly convulsing, and he couldn't stop himself from grinding down on his husband’s fingers. "Oh. Oh. Ohhh, fuck!" He was practically singing now, not being able to control the noises he made. When Gerard started to make that much noise Frank knew the warming lube was starting to heat up. The interesting thing the girl said about this one was not only did it warm up on the skin, but it had a kick to it like spicy food. "It will tingle and make him jump around, he won't be able to stay still. *giggle*" If the convulsing was anything to go by, the stuff was working. Frank upped the ante by pressing down on Gerard's prostate and brushing his fingers over and over it again. "How’s that baby, you like that?" Gerard started to chew on his lip now, to prevent himself from making any more embarrassing noises. "... Mhmm. S'good, so good." Frank lightly tapped Gerard on the face. "Oh no you don’t, I want to hear you scream for me." Frank opened his pants up and pulled out his cock. After slicking himself up, he pulled his fingers out and pushed in. Gerard's breath hitched in his throat, causing him to squeak out in delight. He wrapped his legs around Frank’s waist and squeezed tightly, digging the heels of his feet into Frank’s lower back. "God you feel so fucking good! So fucking tight, shit baby." Frank gripped one hand on Gerard's bound wrist and held them as he continued to fuck him hard and fast. There was no time for slow and sensual. Frank knew that neither Gerard nor he wanted it any other way right now. "There! Right there!" Gerard screamed into Frank’s ear and attempted to lift his arms up. "F-Fuck, Frankie! Oh god. I'm gonna cum!" "Without me even touching you huh? Do it then, cum for me, I want to feel it." Gerard mewled when those words left Frank’s mouth. Cum for me. "Harder, please Frankie." Gerard urged, tightening his legs around him. Frank let go of Gerard's wrists and got a good grip on both his hips. He pulled the younger man to him with hard swift strokes, making sure to aim for his prostate every time. Frank was soon rewarded as Gerard screamed just as Frank had wanted him to. "A-Are... Oh shit... Are you c-close, Frankie?" "*pant* Mmmm, yeah baby, I'm, oh fuck, real close. I-I-I want to change positions though." Frank pulls out of Gerard and crawls up onto the pillows. "I want you to ride me baby. I want to see your face when you cum, and I want to them to hear you in the next state." Gerard does what he's told and gets up, with a bit of a struggle since he was still bound at the wrist, and climbs onto Frank’s lap. He positions himself over his husband’s hard cock and sinks down with no problem. He lets out a content sigh and rests his arms on Frank’s shoulders. "Do you want me to untie you baby, will that help?" "N-No... I like being tied up." Gerard stammered, blushing deep red. Frank laughs lightly. He likes that Gerard and him are like this. That they can talk about sex and what makes them happy without expectation. "You know what baby, I am glad that you tell me these things. I like knowing what makes you happy so I can do them more often and not do what makes you uncomfortable." The really interesting thing about Frank is that even with a conversation that should be a mood killer he has no problem staying hard inside Gerard. He uses his stomach muscles to twitch his cock inside of Gerard, brushing his prostate. This was the whole reason he wanted to change positions. Gerard dug his fingers through the back of Frank's hair and tugged hard. "Ah- fuck, m-me too... Oh god." He gasped, starting to grind his ass down on Frank’s cock for more friction. He did that over and over again, and he was suddenly seeing white. His loud moans echoed off the walls, and if they lived in an apartment Gerard's pretty sure their neighbors would bang against the wall and tell him to 'shut the fuck up'. But they didn't live in an apartment. They lived in a huge house, far away from other houses, so he was thankful he was able to scream his head off the way he was. "Mm'ah!" And that was it. Frank plants his hands on Gerard's hips and held him down on his cock firmly as he thrusted up into him. Gerard came hard, crying out his husband’s name along with a few profanities. "That's it baby, you look so fucking beautiful when you're cumming." Frank let Gerard ride out his orgasm completely before he pulled out. He surprisingly had not cum, and he wondered if it was because he had softened just a little while talking to Gerard. This did not bother him at all though. It was worth it all to see his wife in the throes of ecstasy like that. He helped his wife lay down on his chest, and stroked his sweat soaked hair. ***Frank & Gerard*** Gerard stayed in that position. He buried his face in his pillow and took deep, shallow breaths. His orgasm hit him hard and the aftermath was equally intense. "How ya feelin baby?" Frank lay on his side and brushed his fingers through Gerard's hair. He was smiling knowing that he had the ability to make his wife fall apart like this. "... Mmmff... M'good..." He croaked, turning his head to look at his husband. "Did you finish?" "Nah, but I'm alright. I did this for you anyway. I wanted to make sure that your New Year was memorable." Frank stretched, feeling it in his muscles. Fucking Gerard was definitely a workout. "You know Gee, thanks to you, I can quit going to the gym. Fucking you is way more fun and a great fat burner." Gerard snickered and pressed himself closely against Frank. "... Mmmm... Yeah, that's true... Can I tell you something?" "As long as it's not 'fuck off,' or 'I am leaving you,' you can tell me anything you want baby." Gerard swatted Frank playfully and shook his head, giggling. "No never! I’d never say that... And you know I can't do that, right?" Yeah Frank knew according to the contract that he could not do that, but Frank would never want to make Gerard stay if he was not happy. He did not care about the money, he cared about Gerard. "Baby, fuck the contract and M's stupid rules, I will say this right now." Frank leaned up more and took Gerard's hand in his. He caressed his wedding band and engagement ring. "If I EVER do anything to hurt you and you feel the need to leave me, I want you to just go. No strings." "Frank, Just... if you did anything to hurt me... M wouldn't take me back. He'd just... he'd throw me to some pimp and I'd be forced to..." He trailed off and shuddered in disgust. "No he wouldn't. Unfortunately I have confirmed information on that." Frank gripped Gerard’s hand and brought it to his heart. "I mean it Gerard. I will get it in writing and notarized. I do not deserve you if I do not know how to treat you right." Gerard stared directly into Frank’s eyes with a vacant expression on his face. "Well, that's not gonna ever happen. You're never gonna hurt me, right?" "Do not plan on it in this lifetime or the next seven, which I plan to spend all with you." Frank leaned down and kissed Gerard lightly. He circled his arms around him, and pulled him so that Gerard was now on top of him. "Good." Gerard chuckled, relaxing against Frank’s embrace. "Hmm, what was I saying before?" "Mmmm, I don’t remember, I do remember how good you feel though on top of me." Gerard smirked and rolled his eyes. "I just remembered, I was gonna tell you about a few New Years ago." He can hear Billy and the kids counting down... "It reminded me of this New Years... I was with my third husband, Billy, and it was so amazing, but when I started to drink I started to become unstable. He drank too, but he managed to keep a bit of his judgment. I ended up making him mad and he slapped me for the first time... I think at one point tonight I expected you to do the same." ”The first time?” ”Well yeah, later on there were other reasons, but this was the first.” Frank pushes Gerard up so that he is sitting straight. He reaches up and caresses his cheek. "Gerard I only ever plan on caressing this face and nothing else. I would be a hypocrite if slapped you for being drunk when I used to be such a mess that even Pete punching me would not stop me." Frank watched Gerard's expression. Watched him breathing in and out straddling his waist. He looked like Goddess upon her throne all pale and tragic. He wanted to worship him forever. That is what he deserved. "No... Frank, I deserved it." Gerard’s tone was serious and cold. Frank was taken back. "I was being so awful to him. I told him, in front of his mother, that he was a horrible father and a shitty husband. I accused him of having an affair with his secretary." Just talking about Billy made his heart hurt. He was re-opening wounds that were still healing. "He was so good to me and I... I was drunk and stupid and so jealous. I still am. He cheated on me because of me, because I expected him to." Gerard jabbed his thumb into his chest to further get his point across. "I drive everyone I love away. I drove my brother away. I-I-Idrove my first five husbands away, I'm close to losing Spencer because Pete will tell him to stay away because of my behavior tonight, and then you're next." Frank looked at Gerard whose eyes were threatening to let go of the tears he was trying so hard to hold back. He was more broken than Frank could ever have thought. "Baby, what are you talking about? Spencer loves you, he is not leaving you trust me. There is also no possible way Pete would ever tell Spencer he could not hang out with you. Besides your friendship was tested when I was gone and from what Louis told me, you both passed with flying colors. If that idiot was too stupid to realize what he had with you and had to go sniffing up the skirt of a second class whore, then he did not deserve you and his loss is my fortune." Frank sat up and pushed himself back to the headboard, pulling Gerard with him with the strength of his legs. Gerard giggled, a little surprised that Frank could do that. When he was against the headboard he pulled Gerard in close so that they were chest to chest. They were still both naked, well except for Gerard's stockings and garter belt, and Gerard had drying cum on his stomach, and Frank did not care. He held Gerard close and nuzzled his chest. "Baby you are all I will ever need and all I ever want. Please believe me that you are worth a thousand times more than what Greta was to me. Her only worth is that she gave me those great kids, and she is too stupid to realize how amazing they are." Gerard pressed his face into the crook of Frank’s neck. "You're too good to me. I wish I'd met you sooner... Before I was married off to my first husband. I wish you could've been my first husband." "Baby, I am ten years older than you. I would have been twenty six and you sixteen? No way would I have done it, no matter how gorgeous you were. My own kids are sixteen. Would you like to see Kody or Kat married to somebody that was much older than them? At least now you were old enough to decide on me too." "But, we would have still loved each other like we do now." He knows his view on things like that weren't normal for most people. It's just the way he had been taught... Well, brainwashed by M and such. "*sigh* Gee, I was so fucked up back then, I almost lost my kids. I got into fights with Greta and Pete where we would end up in the emergency room with broken ribs and smashed in faces. I was a horrible person and it was all due to the heroin. I am glad that you are afraid of needles. It means you would never try the damnable stuff." He can see that Gerard is starting to feel insecure. Frank pulls Gerard's face to him and peppers it with kisses. He kisses his eyelids and his nose. He kisses his cheeks and even raspberry's one of them making Gerard laugh and wipe his spit covered cheek off with an eeewww sound. He loves to hear him laugh. He would kill the person that took that away. "I would like to believe that if I was in my right mind at the time, I would have fallen for you, just as I did a few months ago. My life is not complete without you anymore baby. You complete me." Gerard placed the palm of his hand against Frank’s cheek and pecked him on the lips, softly. "And you complete me, too." He pressed his forehead against Frank’s and they sat there like that, looking into each other's eyes, exchanging cheesy grins and giggling soundly. It was a Happy New Year’s indeed. ***Timestamp: Monday January 7th*** ***Gerard*** ”Have a good day at school sweetheart.” It's Monday, Gerard's first day of school. He thought it was amusing that it was also his and Frank’s fifth month together. He's propping his laptop, he bought with the bonus he got for getting that Felipe guy for the gallery’s next show. Stan was super happy to write out that check, up on Frank's desk... His creepily organized desk he's afraid to even look at. Gerard does not even clean it, he just dusts it lightly. He enters the school website and finds his first class. He checks in and looks at his first assignment. He has discussion questions twice a week and has to do eight replies over the course of four days. Like two a day. It does not seem like much. Still as he types he has trouble concentrating. He really was on edge as he did his school work and he realized he couldn't keep this up. He needed his own room. But he told Frank he'd be fine and that he didn't want him to build him his own space. Gerard sighed and sat back in Frank’s chair. He brought his hand down on the desk and accidentally knocked over his organizer. He sat there in shock. Frank was going to flip... ”Shit, I gotta talk to Frank.” ***Timestamp: Friday January 11th*** Friday was Gerard’s day off and he was determined to use it wisely. He was going to catch up on all the cleaning he missed while he worked. Gerard was on a roll with his cleaning spree. He literally went through every corner, crack and cabinet to make his point… and his point was: I don't play around when it comes to spit shining. He was about done when he got down on the ground to pick up a quarter he had dropped after finding it in the sofa. It was in front of the bookshelf in lounge. He grabbed the coin and diverted his eyes under the shelf. He saw something that seemed... off. "Oh...?" It looked like another room was behind the bookshelf. He jumped up on his feet and hurried out of the room. "Charlie!" "Yes Mrs. Iero?" Gerard caught him halfway up the stairs. "I need your help with something." They entered the room and Gerard pointed at the bookshelf. "Can you help me push this?" "Of course Mrs. Iero, gladly." Charles rolled up his sleeves and pushed his hands against the shelf. It revealed a door that was nailed shut. ”Anything else Mrs. Iero?" "Actually, can you get Louis for me? Ask him to bring up a crowbar from the garage." Charles bowed. "Very well Mrs. Iero." Gerard was so curious to find out what was locked behind the door... and why it was hidden by the bookshelf. "Gerard, ya needed me with a crowbar?" Louis stepped into the room looking confused and just as curious as Gerard. "Yeah, look at this... see how it's sealed? Can you get it open for me?" He batted his lashes at the driver playfully. "Ahaha, I can't say no to a face like that? Sure, just step aside." He rolled up his sleeves just as Charles did and angled the crowbar against the nails driven to wedge the door shut. After a few well-placed creaks and groans, he pried them off. "Piece of cake." "Thank you so much Louis!" Gerard clapped a hand on his arm. "I think I can take it from here." Louis saluted him and left the room, taking the crowbar with him. Gerard sighed and pulled open the door and peered inside. "What do we have here..." ***Frank***"Hey baby, Frankies home."
Frank thought that strange that Gerard was not there to greet him. Well no not really. Since he started school sometimes he would be wrapped up in a duscussion online with another student. Frank walked into the living room, but did not see Gerard. He moved into the lounge and saw that one of the bookshelves was moved and the door behind it was open. He had forgotten all about the room. Quietly Frank walked up and stood in the door way and watched as Gerard stared around the room, looking at all the things. So dusty and never used. He knew Gerard wondered why he'd never seen it. Did Frank want to keep it hidden from him? He stepped over to the coffee table and ran his index finger across it. He pulled his finger back and rubbed it against his thumb. "She never saw it." Frank didn't mean to startle Gerard and saw that he was worried that he was going to be in trouble. He slowly moved over to his wife and slipped his arm around his waist. "I had it built for our twentieth anniversary, which never happened of course. When she left I had the door sealed. Pete and I moved the bookcase in front of it, and I just forgot about it." Gerard circled his hand around Frank’s wrist and squeezed gently. "Did she know about it at least?" "No, I don't think so." Frank moved to the fireplace which was still set up to be lit. The bottle of sparkling cider was still in the silver bucket with two glasses set next to it and the rose petals had dried and gone brown. He picked one up and it turned to dust in his hand. He forgot how excited he was to show it to Greta. "Do you think she will like it Petey?" "Frankie you worry too much, I would drop to my knees for you if you gave me a gift like that." "*chuckle* While I would love you to do that, really do that for me, you know that Greta is not into it." Pete sighed and hugged Frank tightly. Frank knew that Pete was angry at Greta for this. It had nothing to do with not liking the act, but that Greta talked about it being degrading. In a nutshell she was putting down both her husband and Pete. Frank was so caught up in moment that he did not realize he was crying or that Gerard had wrapped himself around Frank and was stroking his hip. "I like it." Gerard shyly hid is face in Frank’s shoulder, but he could feel the smile. "You do? Well then baby it is yours. You can do what you want with it. Turn it into an art studio or a room that you can just relax in with a glass of wine." Gerard pulled from Frank and stepped around the room, slowly, with his hands on his hips. "I wanna leave it mostly like this, but maybe I can do my school work in here? Oh and of course I look forward to sitting in front of the fire and relaxing with you on the love seat." Frank smiled. Gerard was such an open book when it came to his love for his husband. Frank wanted to pick him up and hug him tightly right now smothering him with kisses. He also had the urge to fuck him raw in front of a roaring fireplace on the cliché white rug. Instead he moved up behind him and peppered his neck lightly with kisses. "I think that sounds perfect" * * * ”Wow, I forgot all about that place!” ”I know and he was so excited when I said he could have it.” Frank was upstairs in his Study while Gerard was enjoying using his new room to get his school work done. When Frank left, Gerard was on the sofa with his back against a pillow with his laptop having a discussion with another student about one of his replies. Frank was so proud of Gerard for going into this with such determination. He could see why none of his other husbands wanted him to get an education. They were afraid of his ambition. Frank only even encouraged the ambitions of the people around him. Hell, he even helped one of his former employees to go independent after getting their diploma while working for him. Greta was mad at that one he remembered. ”Frank, you’re an idiot! We just lost the best gardener in the state!” ”Christ Greta, what was so wrong with him wanting an education to better himself!?” ”He didn’t need to better himself, he was fine being a servant!” ”What? Listen to yourself, you are talking nonsense!” ”Yeah? Well I am not getting on my hands and knees in the dirt like a commoner.” ”Fuck Greta! Commoner?! What the fuck!?” ”Frankie!?” ”What huh? Oh sorry Pete, I was drifting. Memories you know?” ”Yeah, well, do you plan on opening the door?” ”The door?” ”Yeah, you kept drifting during the convo so much that I said fuck it and came over. So open the fucking door.” Frank walked away from the desk and opened the Study door. Sure enough there was Pete with a smirk on his face and his Bluetooth in his ear. He pressed a button and after a few seconds there was a dial tone filling the room. Frank walked over to the desk phone and pushed the button to disconnect his end of the call. ”So, memories huh?” ”Yeah, fucked up ones.” ”Frankie you always blamed yourself for the marriage going to shit. When are you going to just accept that it was her mostly. I mean I know you did stuff too, but she was the worst.” Frank flopped in his chair. He rested his head on the desk. He heard Pete perch on the corner and then felt his fingers carding through his hair. ”Mmmm, that feels nice.” ”Awww, is my Frankie tense, here let Petey fix you up.” Pete moved in front of Frank and lifted Frank’s head. He laid it on his thigh and then used his legs to pull the high backed office chair to him. One wheel still squeaked all these years later, but Frank loved this chair and was not giving it up. Pete began to rub the back of his neck in small circles using the pads of his thumbs. Frank did nothing to stifle the moan that came out. He never realized he was that tense. ”See, all these years later, my magic fingers still work on you.” ”*groan* I, fuck that feels so good.” Frank did not have to look up to know that Pete was smirking. He also could feel that Pete kicked off his shoes and was massaging Frank’s thighs with his toes. He felt him creep them further in till they brushed his crotch. ”You don’t play fair do you Pete? What do you want?” ”Want? What makes you think I want something?” ”Because you are pushing all *groan* the buttons on me that you did when we were younger and you wanted something.” ”I was just thinking that this would be nice for me to do since I can tell how tense you have been since New Years.” ”Mmmmm” ”Yes Frankie, you are so tense and you need to relieve that tension.” ”And how would you propose that I do that?” ”Oh, I don’t know, but maybe Spencer could help you with that.” Now Pete had caught Frank’s attention. What could his wife have to do with this? Frank looked up at Pete and saw a glimmer in his eye. ”You know Frankie, I think we had a lot of fun at the party, don’t you?” ”Yeah, it was a lot of fun.” ”Mmmm and the boys seemed to have had fun as well, with each other too.” ”Pete….” Pete pushed back down on Frank’s neck with his thumbs and moved them down to the top of his spine. Frank groaned again as he found another tight knot. Pete was up to something and Frank thinks he knew what that something was. Pete was trying to play dirty, but Frank knew how to play better. He turned his head to the other side so that he was facing Pete’s crotch. He moved his head so that he had his face really close and then he just relaxed and breathed… hot air right onto Pete’s crotch. ”Fuck!” ”You were saying Petey?” ”Ah yeah, well, I kept thinking about that uh, kiss that I shared with ah ah, Gee, and well he did get me up when I was hah, pretty fucking drunk.” ”Mmmm, he did didn’t he?” ”Yeah, so I was thinking, oh fuck, why not the four of us get together and… fuck Frankie, just fucking blow me please!” ”Now Petey, you know I can’t, I’m married after all…” Frank started to rise dragging his hand up Pete’s thigh and using it as leverage to stand up, causing Pete to fall back on the desk. He crawled his fingers up to the buttons on Pete’s shirt and flicked each one as he punctuated his words. ”and I. Don’t. Fuck. Around. On. My. Wife.” Pete grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him forward until their crotches were nearly touching. ”God damn you and your morals Iero. Come on, it will be amazing. You cannot tell me that Gerard has not told you any stories about how it feels to fuck Spencer.” ”Mmmm, mostly he complained about how hard and tiring it is to top.” ”Well I can tell you that my baby is tight and perfect, and will fit your cock like a velvet glove.” ”Yeah, but Gerard does that for you…wait... you so want to fuck Gerard don’t you?” ”I have given it a passing thought.” ”Passing thought my ass.” Frank reached out and grabbed Pete’s crotch hard and Pete moaned loudly. He kept massaging him and Pete bucked up into it. ”Well fuck Pete, is this from me or the thought of fucking my wife?” ”Ah aha ha ah, a little of both maybe?” ”Well, I am not going to make any promises, but why don’t you and Spencer come over for dinner tomorrow. We will see how things go from there.” ”*groan* yeah yeah yeah, but fuck please Frankie, something, anything, I’m begging!” Frank smirked, he knew he won this round. He pulled Pete forward and shoved a thigh between his legs. He kissed Pete long and hard and pushed his thigh against his sealed cock. Pete, grateful for the friction, pushed against it as he sucked Frank’s tongue into his mouth. ”Oh God Frankie, so good, feels so good. Gonna cum soon.” ”Fuck yeah Petey, come on, cum for me.” Frank bit down on Pete’s neck and Pete cried out cumming in his jeans. Frank worked him through it while sucking on his neck and leaving an impressive mark. When Pete finally finished shuddering he leaned against Frank’s shoulder Frank circled his arms around him while he patted and rubbed his back lightly. Pete leaned up to looked at him and smiled. ”I will say this though, I am not forcing him. If Gerard says no to you, it is no.” ”Yeah Frankie, yeah, I would never force myself on anyone.” ”Yeah, I know.” Frank helped Pete off the desk and they went to his room and he leant him a pair of pants. Pete cleaned his cock off in the sink and then slipped into the new jeans commando. ”Spencer’s in for a wild surprise tonight huh?” ”Oh yeah, speaking of, I should get home. See you guys tomorrow.” ”Bye Pete.” After Pete left, Frank groaned. He had a hard on from hell. He smirked and moved down the stairs to the lounge and knocked on the door to Gerard’s room. He heard a muffled 'come in' and opened the door. He saw Gerard still perched in the same place doing school work. He moved around to where Gerard was and stood near his face while Gerard told him about the discussion he had, and the new class he was in now. Frank waited patiently, really listening to Gerard, but waited for the moment that he looked up. When Gerard saw his cock straining against his pants he looked up at Frank and smiled. Frank cupped Gerard’s chin and held it as he slowly unzipped his pants. ”Well baby, I do believe it is recess.” ***The Next Day**** ***Gerard*** Gerard went all out for dinner with Spencer and Pete. Frank even helped him with the vegan vanilla cake they topped with strawberries and black berries. Watching Frank bake was the cutest thing. Gerard couldn't contain his fits of giggles when his husband slipped on an apron...the girliest apron he owned. When Spencer and Pete arrived Charles let them in and escorted them to the dining room where Frank and Gerard were at setting the table. "Well I'll be damned, don't you look cute. Did Gerard make you wear that?" Gerard answered before Frank could. "Actually, he put it on himself. You don't have to immediately assume I forced him to." He smirked in Pete's direction and Pete bowed at him and winked. "I'm just a realistic thinker." Spencer rolled his eyes and took his seat. "Stop harassing each other and let's eat. Everything looks and smells delicious." Everyone took their seats, and Gerard stood up and started to serve everyone. "I made baked ziti with a side of roasted veggies." Frank looked at his plate as Gerard piled it high with veggies, smiling proudly. "Looks perfect Geebear, great job." "Yeah Gee baby, you've really out done yourself." Spencer spoke while stuffing his mouth with a piece of eggplant. Pete just let out a deep moan, closing his eyes and flashing a thumbs up in Gerard's direction. Gerard giggled and plopped down in his seat. "Aw, thanks everyone, but wait till you have some of Frank’s dessert. Smells like heaven." ”Oh I have had some of Frank’s dessert and it indeed smells like heaven.” Gerard opened his mouth, shocked as Frank smirked and Spencer smacked Pete in the back of the head. ”Wait till after dinner for that shit please.” After dinner they all gathered in the living room. Gerard and Spencer were sitting next to one another on the love seat, sipping on wine and talking about anything they could cover while Frank and Pete sat in front of each other at the chess table. Pete was drinking a beer and Frank was sipping on a diet coke. "So I don't know if I told you this..." Gerard started, taking a sip of his wine. "But I was spit shining the whole house a few days ago and I found this secret room." Spencer double took and nearly choked on his wine. "Secret room? You're telling me this gigantic house has another room in it?" Gerard giggled at Spencer’s expected reaction. "Yeah and it's pretty sweet. Like, the thought of it. It was meant for Frank's ex wife, but he never got to show her. Romantic isn't it?" Spencer smiled and inched closer to Gerard. "I wanna see it!" They caught Pete and Frank’s attention. "See what?" Pete asked wiggling his brows at Spencer teasingly. "Not what you're thinking." Gerard laughed, standing and helping Spencer up. "The room." Gerard turned to Frank and smiled. ”Frankie, do you have your key still?” Frank patted his chest and smiled back. ”Right here baby, close to my heart like you.” ***Frank*** Frank made his way into the lounge with Pete and Spencer following behind him. Gerard was grabbing some sparkling cider and four glasses. Frank pulled the key from his neck and placed in the lock. "Man, why do you still keep it locked when it's just you and Gee?" "I just always did so I still do. Fuck Pete, you make it sound like it is some BDSM dungeon!" "Oohh, you should totally turn it into one!" "So not into that, and you fucking know it. I still can’t believe you tried that shit with me!" "What? College is for experimenting so..." "Not when I had trouble breathing the next day in class." "Boys, c'mon now, no fighting." "Have you met them Gee baby? All they do is fight. They are like an old married couple. I swear, sometimes I wonder why they never got married." Pete looks at Frank and smirks. He turns to his wife and smiles. "Because my love, I do not enjoy taking it up the ass constantly." Spencer sputtered at this and Frank cracked up hard as he got the door unlocked and opened it. Gerard stepped in, glaring at Pete with a smirk on his face. He then turned to the table in the back of the room and set the glasses down and started pouring the drinks. "Definitely more fun taking it up the ass, right Spence?" For once Spencer was at a loss for words and Frank found this absolutely amusing. He slapped Gerard on the ass causing him to nearly miss a glass he was pouring into. The squeak that he emanated was so adorable that even Pete laughed. Frank moved to the fireplace and after rearranging the logs, set about starting the process of burning them properly. "So Gerard, what do you think of Frankie going through all this for that heartless bitch and her not appreciating it one fucking bit?" Gerard shrugged his shoulders and then sipped his drink. "I appreciate it... so that's that." He stepped over to Frank and pecked him on the cheek. "I wish I could say the same thing about Greta. God Frankie, when I think about her hurting you like that, it just makes me..." Frank finishes with the fire and turns to see his best friend angry and distraught. It hurts his heart because Pete used to like Greta a lot. She even thought she could dissuade and turn him to her side during the divorce fights. Pete was always more loyal to Frank though and it had nothing to do with Frank's cock as Greta so rudely put it one night. "Easy Petey, you're gonna get all riled up and she is not worth it." Frank sat down on the love seat with Pete and circled an arm around his shoulders. Pete sighed and leaned his head onto Frank's shoulder. "You were always too good for her Frankie." ***Spencer*** Spencer moved over to Gerard and circled his waist. He took his glass from Gerard and sipped it with the other hand. "They really are cute together aren’t they? Gerard nodded, humming. He turned himself around so that he was facing Spencer and placed his arms on his shoulder, pouting a bit. "Yeah, but it's kinda making me jealous." Gerard knows he and Spencer would have made a decent couple, but they were both too demanding with certain... things. But by the looks of Pete and Frank, they probably would have worked out if they had those kinds of feelings for one another. Spencer smirked as he put his glass down and turned his full attention to Gerard. "Aww, Gee baby, are you feeling left out a little? Here let me make it better." Spencer used his free hand to caress the back of Gerard's neck and pull him forwards to seal his lips with a kiss. He was being sweet and tender right now and just enjoying the feel of Gerard's soft lips. Gerard started kissing back instantly. He even moaned against Spencer's lips. Spencer loved the sound of Gerard moaning, and wanted to hear it more. He moved the hand attached to the arm around Gerard's waist to cup one of his ass cheeks and push him closer. That made Gerard part his lips with a gasp, and Spencer took full advantage of this to begin exploration with his tongue. He forgot about the other two men in the room and gave Gerard his one hundred percent focus, just like he knew Gerard wanted. Gerard quickly brought his hand, that wasn't holding his drink, up into Spencer's hair and tugged on the greasy locks until their lips were no longer touching. He whined as they broke apart, but it was his doing. "I... need to... to put this down or I'm gonna drop it." He started to take his drink to the table and noticed his husband and Pete were practically drooling. "Uh... here, I can take that, uh yeah." Pete was stuttering badly trying to push out his words. He had never seen anything as hot as his wife kissing Gerard. He had seen Spencer kiss Ryan many times, but Spencer and Gerard had this chemistry that just could not be denied. "What's a matter Petey? Never seen two guys kiss before?" Frank was cracking up as he rose off the love seat and moved to where Gerard was. He took the drink for Gerard and downed it quickly before pulling Gerard's face to him and kissing him hard and letting the juice and saliva flavor it with crisp apples. Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank’s shoulders and kissed back, aggressively. He was practically already having sex... just with his and Frank's face he was so turned on already. Kissing was one of the things he could do all the time and enjoy it more and more. Sometimes even more than actual fucking. Spencer took the opportunity to attack Gerard's neck with his lips and tongue. He left a trail of saliva from the base to Gerard's ear, and after sucking on the earlobe for a few, he worked his way back down to dip his tongue in the depression of Gerard's collarbone. Spencer loved that Gerard shuddered when he did this. Knowing all of Gerard's weak points was gold to him. "God Gee baby, you taste so fucking good." "Mind if I have a taste?" Frank could not answer Pete directly so he held out a hand to him and beckoned him over with a crooked finger. Pete got up and tentatively moved over to where Spencer was. Spencer made room for him on the right and together they attacked Gerard's neck while Frank continued to kiss him. Spencer thought that Gerard must be in heaven with all the attention he was getting right now. Gerard removed his lips from Frank’s and emitted a deep moan and moved his hands on the hem of his husband’s shirt. He wanted him naked now. He needed to feel skin. "O-Off..." He stammered, tugging the material up, revealing the tattoo on his pelvis. "He is an eager one isn't he Frankie?" "Always Pete, hey Spencer, give me a hand with this one." Frank stepped away from Gerard, much to his dismay, and allowed Spencer to move in front of him to lift off his shirt. This left Gerard in the arms of Pete who was helping to unbutton Gerard's blouse."I love the fact that this shows off your pale skin"
Frank and Pete could not have orchestrated this better. Both Gerard and Spencer were playing their parts well without even realizing it. Once his shirt was removed, Frank removed Spencer's and then turned the younger man around to push him and Gerard chest to chest. Pete maneuvered Gerard forward as well, and now the wives were trapped between them lavishing each other with kisses again. Frank looked at Pete and just smiled. This may not be as awkward as they thought it might be after all. Gerard moved his hand back towards Pete's crotch and massaged him there. He was still kissing Spencer, but it was fun to multitask in situations like this. His friend’s husband was hard. Hard and fucking huge he could feel and he was suddenly even more turned on. Pete let out a sound that startled even him. He did not expect for Gerard to be so forward with him. It was quite welcomed though, and he pushed into the delicate fingers that were now moving to find his belt. It was an incredible talent to achieve this with one hand and from behind. Pete was impressed. "This is a trick you must teach Spence my dear." "Hey babe, who do you think taught it to him in the first place." Pete looked up to see Spencer with Frank's belt in his hand and Frank's pants pooled onto the floor by his feet. Pete would have laughed at that moment, if Gerard had not just did this thing where he grazed his nail under the head of his cock. Even through the cloth of his boxers, he sent shivers down his back. He looked at Frank who was biting on Spencer's shoulder. "You bastard, you told him my secret." Gerard laughed obnoxiously at that and turned himself around to face Pete. He started to pull his boxers down, slowly. "I've got a few tricks of my own… but I'm not looking for any students." He winked, finally getting Pete's boxers off. He gaped at the man’s erect cock and immediately turned to Frank, gasping. "Frank! How could you allow him to be the bottom with a cock like that?!" "It is because he has a cock like that, isn’t that a big enough reason for you? Besides it served the purpose that I wanted it to for me and I don’t think that Pete was complaining about that, were you Pete?" "I'm sorry Pete is not here right now as his brain has turned to mush due to the attention to his cock by your wife. Please leave a message at the sound of the groan." Just as Spencer finished his little speech, as if on cue, Pete let one escape from his throat as Gerard deep throated him. Spencer smirked and spun around in Frank's arms. "So Frankie, I heard that your skills rival Gee's. Care to give me a demonstration?" Frank laughed and pulled Spencer to him. "Oh I will do more than that, but you better be sitting for this because your legs have no chance at my skills." Spencer was about to make a remark when Pete barked at him. "Fuck! Sit the fuck down Babe, or you will end up on your ass, *groan* trust me." ***Pete*** Gerard bobbed his head up and down expertly, not even paying attention to what everyone was saying. He was ready for some action of his own so he started to take off his pants as he sucked Pete off. Gerard was good, really fucking good. He knew all the tricks with his tongue and even a little teeth to bring Pete to the edge quickly, but Pete knew he wanted more. Frank and him had discussed this prior and they both agreed that the final decision was Gerard's and that they would go along with whatever he wanted. "Gee Gee, fucking hell, stop baby, please." Gerard pulled back, slowly, and blinked up at Pete. He had just gotten his pants off and now he was left in his underwear, his lacy, black underwear. Pete dropped to his knees hard. He surged up and pulled Gerard into a strong kiss. He tasted a ghost of himself as he explored the interior of Gerard's mouth hungrily. He felt Gerard growing limp in his embrace and it made Pete smile. He did the same thing with Spencer and he loved it. He ran his fingers along the edge of Gerard's panties and playfully walked his fingers down until he brushed against his trapped cock. Gerard moaned this time and Pete leaned into his ear as he rubbed his cock with the silken material. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now. Would you like that? Like the cock whose size and girth you just admired with that perfect mouth of yours to be rammed in and out of you? I bet you have a tight ass too. I bet it will stretch you so good. Think about it baby." While Pete dripped dirty words into Gerard's ears, he moved his wandering fingers behind him and slipped them under the satin barrier. He circled around his sensitive opening, playfully pushing against it, but never breaching. He wanted Gerard's full consent first. "Oh... Fuck... Fuck yes... Fuck me, Pete." He practically begged, pressing down against Pete's digits. Pete clearly knew how to make a boy beg for his manhood. He was such a tease, and Gerard decided he'd finally met his match. "That's what I like to hear, begging pouring from those beautiful lips of yours." Pete pushed his finger inside Gerard easily. Gerard knew how to relax and take it. Pete wiggled around searching for that perfect moment when he heard Gerard cry out. "Bingo." Pete chuckled as he began to graze over the perfect spot several times before inserting a second finger to continue the assault. "I knew you would be this fucking tight. Can't wait to get my hard cock inside you. How do you want it baby, tell me." Gerard swallowed the lump in his throat, audibly, and shuddered. "I... I want..." He paused and released a high pitch moan. "I want you to pin me down and fuck me so hard I won't be able to walk straight for a month." "I think I can accommodate that request." Pete removed his fingers from Gerard with a strong protest of course from the man himself. He eased Gerard backwards and carefully unfolded his legs out from under him so he would not get hurt. He could tell that Gerard appreciated the simple gesture. Gerard was laid out on the white faux bear skin rug and he looked breathtaking with his pale skin rivaling the color under him. Pete leaned over and kissed him softly, slowly moving from his lips down his body lightly peppering him with kisses as he went. When he reached the edge of the black panties he took them in his teeth and gradually eased them off of his thighs. As his cock sprang free of the confines of its satin prison, he took a moment to admire it while he pulled the rest of the material away. He tossed them over his shoulder and looked over at Frank who had Spencer on his hands and knees and his face pushed into the same rug as he fucked him steadily. Frank gave a quick nudge of his head towards the warming lube and condoms that were placed on the floor. They agreed on this earlier too, mostly because Pete had such an open relationship himself. "Hang on baby, this is going to tingle a little." Gerard folded his lips together and wiggled a bit on the rug. He was eager. So eager he was about to shove Pete back and just sit right on Pete Jr. without second thought. But he did think about it. Fuck, that would hurt. "You're so big..." Gerard praised, watching Pete lather himself up. "I think I'm lucky to have such a generous husband and best friend of course. But we're good at sharing too, right-- Ahh, sssss'fuck!" Gerard gasped as Pete did not wait, he pushed straight into Gerard, slowly, but still in one fluid motion. He felt Gerard clench up from the intrusion at first, and Pete waited patiently for Gerard to get used to his girth before moving. ***Mixed POV’s*** "Shit, fuck, ah, I I I, FUCK!" Spencer could not take it much longer as Frank managed to find his prostate once again. It was like the man had a map or something. He fisted the rug hard looking for anything to scramble for. He heard Gerard moaning not far from him and saw movement out of the corner of his eyes. He knew that Pete was fulfilling Gerard's request to pin him and pound him. Spencer knew his husband would be quite accommodating. That was the moment that he realized what was missing, he was missing contact with Gerard. It felt good to get fucked by Frank, but he needed more. "Uh, Frankie, I need, I need,..." "Fuck, what babe, what do you need?" "Gee, I need Gee." Gerard tipped his head back and shot Spencer a lust filled glance. "C'mere... nnnn'f-fuck. Oh God, Spencer, he he's fucking me so good. He's so fucking big and thick." His mouth hung open after he finished talking and he fisted his hand in Pete's hair to keep himself from lying there like a rag doll. Frank did about two or three more thrusts into Spencer and then allowed the boy to slide off of him. He watched as Spencer and Gerard connected together by their mouths. The kiss was dirty and innocent at the same time. The dirty of course obvious, but the innocence of how much they both needed each other tugged at Frank's heart. He looked up from that scene and made short eye contact with Pete before he watched his head thrown back. He knew that Pete was enjoying his wife's perfect tight ass, but he knew how he could enhance the experience. "Hey Petey, wanna play double-dutch?" "Oh fuck yeah! Get that perfect cock of yours over here Iero." Frank crawled over and removed the condom. He would not need it. Frank knew that no one else fucked Pete except for him so there was no concern. He moved behind Pete and whispered in his ear. "To the upper right, and stay very still." Pete smirked as he knew that he was given the direction of Gerard's prostate. He followed and was greeted with a howl that was swallowed up by Spencer's mouth. He stayed very still while Frank lined up and pushed into him the same way he did to Gerard. "FUCK!" Gerard tore his lips away from Spencer and released a sound whimper. He did that over and over again because Pete's thrusts were becoming deeper and more drawn out. He was gonna cum soon, too soon, he closed his eyes and released deep breaths. He needed to regain composure or else he was gonna shoot all over Pete's pelvis. "Fuckkkkk..." He whined, pressing the palms of his hands against Pete's chest. He raked his nails there, leaving red track marks. Spencer watched the scene that Gerard could not see. While Pete was fucking him, Frank was fucking Pete. Spencer saw that Gerard was really losing it so he grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed. "I got you Gee baby, don't worry, I I I I, ah ah ah ah shit!" Spencer was not expecting for Gerard to suddenly take him in his mouth. It felt so fucking good though and fuck if it was not a good idea. He maneuvered himself so that he and Gerard were in a complete sixty nine position, and he went down on him. Frank could not believe the sight before him. His wife getting fucked by his best friend while he fucked him hard, and then his wife going down on Gerard while Gerard sucked on his cock. They all created a perfect rhythm for a few minutes until Frank could not hold it anymore and came with a groan causing a fucking domino effect. Gerard's mouth was suddenly... fuller. He pulled his mouth off of Spencer's cock and swallowed his load. He felt Pete ram into his prostate, dead on, he yelped loudly and came. Spencer groaned as he heard Pete cry out and cum erratically moving his hips against Gerard. He hit Gerard in just the right spot because Gerard came a second later and Spencer tried to swallow as much as he could, but it was a huge load. He pulled off and felt himself pulled in by Pete to kiss him and lick his cum covered lips clean. "I love you." Spencer was surprised to hear Pete say this at that moment, but it showed that he never had to fear losing his husband to another. Slowly the group disengaged from each other. Frank and Pete fell against the love set and Gerard and Spencer curled up in their laps. Frank and Pete held hands as the four exhausted and spent men fell asleep with the sound of the fire crackling in the background. ***Timestamp: Tues. Jan 15th*** ***Gerard*** Ever since the orgy with Pete and Spencer in the secret room Gerard found himself wondering how they'll ever top that off. He knew it didn't matter- - sex, that is. In the beginning it did. It meant everything to Gerard, and not even the physical aspect of it. It was his way of telling his husbands that he belonged to them, that they own him. It was different now, with Frank. Gerard sighed inwardly and cuddled closer against his husband. The secret room wasn't just for school and sex. It was for moments like this, relaxing, cuddling, even talking. Gerard giggled aloud and Frank shifted under him. "You wanna hear something funny?" "Sure baby, make me laugh." Gerard stifled a laugh and nuzzled his nose against the crook of Frank’s neck. "I like cuddling with you." "Told you before baby, that is my favorite part about coming home to you. What brought this on?" "Well... I was just thinking if I should put my hands down your pants. And then I realized I don't have to do that every five minutes, ya know?" Frank looked down at Gerard and laughed. "Well, while I would certainly not mind if you did that, I don’t think every five minutes is necessary... maybe every six?" Frank laughed and ducked as Gerard went to hit him with one of the throw pillows. "You would get tired of sex if I did that." Gerard laughed, returning to his spot against Frank’s chest. "I don’t know if I would get tired of it, I mean fuck baby, every day you amaze me with how sexy you are, but I like the idea that you do not only come to me when want to fuck." To push his point, Frank pulled Gerard onto his lap and took his face in his hands. "Geebear, I love you, not parts of you, you. I know that it sounds crazy after less than six months, but I have a connection to you that I have never had before with anyone. I feel like we have known each other in the past, in other lives. I feel like I have been searching for you forever and now that I have you, I am never going to let you go. Not even death can separate us." Gerard cupped Frank’s hand with his own and smiled sheepishly. "I feel the same way. I love you so much, Frankie. You have no idea." Frank pulled Gerard into a kiss. It was not rushed or heated with passion, but with the love and commitment that he had. Gerard could feel the warmth of it moving through him and into his chest, not his cock. It warmed him down to his soul. Frank broke away and there were tears glistening in his eyes. "I love you Gerard Iero. Now and forever." ***Timestamp: Monday January 21st*** ***Frank*** Frank was worried. He worried all the way down the elevator, on the ride home, and till he touched the door knob. The door opened on him and Charles was standing there. "Evening Sir." "Hey Charles, where are the kids and Gerard?" "Mrs. Iero and the children are in the art room playing a game." "A game? Wait, what game?" "I don't believe I know Sir." "Alright, thanks Charles." He handed Charles his coat and moved down the hall and through the living room to the lounge. He heard laughter coming from the previously hidden room, now deemed Gerard's art room and where he did his school work. "No no no Gee, the rule changed!" "Yeah, now you have to add one to each written number!" "Look, the card says "Draw 2" and the other card says "Play 3". Now it's "Draw 3" and "Play 4", that is why it is called inflation! " "Ohhhhh..." Gerard giggled with his hand over his mouth. "Do you guys have Monopoly?" "Ugh, Gee, there is no challenge to those kinds of games. This challenges your mind and ability to think steps ahead." "Are you guys driving mom crazy again?" The kids looked up and saw Frank and smiled with the kind of look that told Frank that was exactly what they were doing. Adorably they looked at him and with big eyes they chorused together. "No, we would never do that." Gerard grinned when he saw his husband and he hopped out of his seat to give him a hug. "These little bundles of joy could never drive me crazy." Gerard laughed, wrapping his arms around Frank’s shoulders and kissed him on the cheek. "How has my baby been today? Dinner smells amazing as usual." The kids realized that they lost Gerard's attention so they began to pack up the game and clean up the snack that they were eating. "Come one Kat, let's go set the table." Kat and Kody smiled and left the room. Gerard watched the kids until they were completely gone and then pulled Frank into a hard kiss on the mouth, wet and noisy. "Good. I've been good... better now." Frank grabbed onto Gerard's hips and pulled him in tightly to his body. He ran his hand to cup his ass and listened as Gerard squeaked a little. He laughed breaking the kiss. "It is so cute that you won’t do that in front of the kids. You know they know it too right? That is why they leave the room." Gerard nodded, slowly and then smirked. "I guess they know us too well... or it could be because they notice the way I look at you. That's the real hint for them to hit the road." Frank laughed, or at least tried to. He felt horrible. He was going to ruin the mood with his announcement. "So Geebear, what's for dinner?" He led Gerard out of the room and to the dining area. The kids had set a perfect... "Ah Kat, sweetheart. We can't use this plate." "Why not dad?" "Because it does not match the glasses." "Oh, but I like that plate and..." "I FUCKING SAID NO!" Frank grabbed the plate and smashed it on the ground. He then yanked the table cloth and the rest of the dishes crashed to the ground. He looked up and saw that Gerard was staring at him wide eyed. The kids were huddled together with Kody soothing Kat, who was visibly shaken. "AH FUCK!" Frank ran out of the room and pounded up the stairs. He went to the upstairs Study and threw the door open. He walked over to the book shelf and pushed it over. He was so angry at himself for losing it and in front of the kids. He didn’t understand why the plate bothered him, it just did. He still should not have reacted that way, and it made him even angrier. He punched a mirror on the wall and watched it shatter and fall to the ground. "Deja fucking vu!" ***Gerard*** "Sweetie, are you okay?" Gerard asked Kat and when she nodded Gerard sighed, and jetted up stairs after his husband. "Frankie... Honey... Are you okay?" He checked the bedroom first. He wasn't there. He checked the bathroom. Still no Frank. He paced through the halls and stopped in front of Frank’s study. He called out. "Frank, are you in there?" He stepped into the room and gasped at the destruction in front of him. "Fuck, are you okay?" Frank turned around cradling a bleeding hand. There was a sharp piece of glass sticking out of it. "Do I look okay to you Gerard? Do I?!" He dripped a trail of blood from where he was standing to the window. He stared at the falling snow, and laid his head against the cold glass. "I just scared the shit out of my daughter after destroying half the fucking china! The worst part is, I don’t even know why!? FUCK!" Frank slammed his head against the glass and it cracks a bit. Gerard jumped in shock, rushed over to Frank, and pulled him away from the window by his shoulder. "And now you're scaring me! Stop it! Stop hurting yourself. Break the china, break the bookshelf, but don't fucking break your head in the process. All that shit is replaceable, you aren't." Gerard delicately wrapped his arm around his husband’s back and guided him to the chair in front of the desk and sat him in it gently. "I'm sure Kat's fine. Just please, fucking relax. I'm gonna get the first aid kit. Don't do anything stupid. Can I trust you?" He stared into Frank's eyes. The poor man look defeated. When Frank nodded Gerard sighed in relief. "Okay, I'll be right back." He hurried to the bathroom and grabbed everything he needed to bandage Frank's hand and head, and rushed back to the study. ***Frank*** Frank's hand was throbbing now and he wondered how much blood he actually lost. He looked up and saw Gerard with the first aid kit. He could not believe how calm he was. He wondered if he ever had to do this for his other husbands... but then again they would hit him. Frank may destroy inanimate objects, but he would never lay a hand on Gerard in anything, but love. "I'm a shitty father aren't I? Maybe Greta was right about me. I am not fit to be a father, even off the drugs." Gerard dropped the first aid kid on the desk and shook his head. He looked into Frank’s eyes and spoke vehemently. "No. You're an amazing father. You're human and you have your moments. You're allowed to have your moments." Frank looked up at his wife. His words rang clearly in his ears. "Thank you. Thank you for being such an amazing man and letting me be a part of your life." Gerard smiled at him and went about pulling out the tweezers to remove the glass. "Do you think that she will forgive me?" "Of course I will dad." Frank looked up and saw Kat in the door way with Kody wrapped around her. He let her go and Kat walked up to him. She looked at the glass in his hand and winced. She put her hand on his shoulder and hugged him. "I understand that adults fuck up just like we do, but next time, can you just warn me when you take your crazy pills?" Frank laughed and hugged Kat with his free arm. Kody walked in and knelled next to Frank. "So can we help mom?" "Sure, I'd love your help. All that's left is to patch him up." ”And cleaning up this fuck ton of a mess.” The kids worked with Gerard to help remove the glass. Kody was worried that it was like a needle to his step-mom, but Gerard was all business and the blood did not even faze him. Even though the glass went deep, it was not deep enough for stitches, but with some nu-skin painted over it, it sealed shut and finally stopped bleeding. Frank watched as Gerard handed the gauze to Kat and she carefully wrapped the hand so that he could flex his fingers still. Then Gerard cut and taped it. He then placed a small bandage over the small cut on his forehead. Frank looked up at Gerard and smiled. He meant to declare his love to him once again, but instead other words stumbled from his mouth. "Gerard, I have to go away again." Gerard furrowed his brow at his husband and then turned to the kids. "Kat... Kody... Could you give your father and I some privacy?" Frank felt horrible. This was not how it was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be a pleasant dinner with the kids, and a casual slide into the topic of the conference. Now Frank knew Gerard was going to lose it and he was not sure how he was going to handle it. "It's okay guys, go on." Kat and Kody left the ruined Study and Frank watched the door close and braced himself. Gerard put his hands on his hips. "Frank... when are you going away?" "Uh...." Frank reaches to scratch the back of his head with his bad hand and then switches to the other. He squeaks out the word. "Tomorrow?" Gerard sighed and pushed his left hand through his hair. "You do realize I'm upset, right? You couldn't just... you shouldn't have flipped out like that since you're leaving tomorrow. That really upsets me." "Look, I don’t know why I flipped out like that. I wanted to have a nice dinner with you guys and talk about it the right way at the table. That is what I had planned in my head, not this total cluster fuck." Frank sat back in the chair again. "This one is my fault. This is an annual meeting that I just forgot. I was a little distracted that weekend with uh..." Frank let his mind drift back to Spencer and Pete and... no no no, he had to focus. "Look, I fucked up and I know how you are about me going away and..." "Dad, why can't we go away?" The door opened and Kat and Kody were standing there. "Didn't anyone tell you guys not to eavesdrop?" "Yeah yeah, whatever, so can we? We still have not been to the chalet this year?" Frank thought about it. If Gerard was with the kids, he might be alright. "It's up to your mom." Gerard chewed on his bottom lip as he glared at Frank and then turned his attention to the kids. "I... uh, yeah... Sure guys." Frank saw that he forced a smile. He didn't want Frank to leave. He was so codependent without his husband. "Gerard, if you don't want to go with them, you can go stay with Spencer, it's alright. I don’t want you to force yourself." Gerard shook his head. "No, but um, can he come too? “ "Uh... Spencer?!" Kody squeaked and Kat laughed. Frank looked at his daughter funny and Kody elbowed Kat in the side. "Shut up stupid." "What is going on?" "Kody has a crush on Spencer!" "You bitch!" Kat screamed as Kody took off after her. They ran around the desk, and upended Gerard into Frank's lap. He caught him wincing at his bad hand. They took off out of the room with Kat cackling and Kody throwing obscenities at her. Frank watched the door slam and looked up at Gerard. "Spencer?" Gerard let out a honked laugh and shrugged. "Don't look at me. I had no idea." "Um... so ski trip?" "Yeah, I'll call Spence after dinner. It should be fun. The kids and I always have a great time together." "I'll make the arrangements then with the private jet to drop you off and..." Frank looked at Gerard and the man looked like a deer in headlights. "Uh, Gerard. Do you not like flying?" Gerard chuckled nervously and shifted uncomfortably in Frank’s lap. "N-No... not really. I just… you fly? Like fly?” Frank cuddled Gerard to him. "I promise you, I am an excellent pilot. The kids have flown with me many times before. They can tell you, plus, you can join me in the cock pit and become a member of the mile high club." Frank winked at Gerard and smirked. "Well, when you put it like that, I'm in." He giggled and then pressed a kiss against Frank’s cheek. "Good, now let’s go order some greasy Chinese food and have a picnic in the living room." ***The Next Day*** ***Spencer*** Spencer watched as Gerard drummed his fingers against the armrest on his chair. They had been in the air for forty five minutes after a perfect take off. Spencer knew that Frank was an awesome pilot from Pete, but Gerard had been nervous. Now they were smooth sailing and Gerard was still tense. "Gee baby, chill out. We are totally safe." "I'm not gonna feel safe unless we're on land." Gerard spoke truthfully as he looked out the window and let out a deep, shaky breath. "How much longer till we land?" "Geeze, Gee, you are so fucking tense. Look just go and see him. Let Frank show you that it's cool." Gerard shot Spencer a frightened look and shook his head. "No way. No fucking way. I'll have a heart attack." "Mom, it's cool really! Kat and I used to sit up there with him all the time. It is kind of neat watching the clouds." "Yeah, we actually drove a few times!" "It's not called driving Kat." "Fuck off Kody." "Hey, don't talk to your brother like that." Kody blushed five shades of crimson when Spencer defended him. "L-L-Look Gee, just go talk to Dad." Gerard looked between Spencer and the kids and then groaned. "Fine... fine. I'm going, sheesh." He hopped out of his seat and started, carefully, towards the cockpit. He turned the handle and pushed open the door. "Frank..." ***Frank*** "Hey baby, you came." Frank was perched sitting in the captain's chair with his feet up, reading a business magazine. He smiled when he saw Gerard and motioned for him to sit in the co-pilot's seat. "Make yourself at home Gee, check out the beautiful scenery." Gerard sat down quickly and pushed his hands into his lap. He peaked at the windshield and recoiled. "Ugh..." He shuddered, turning his attention to Frank. "No thank you." "Awww come here baby, there is nothing to be afraid of. " Frank stretched out one arm to Gerard while patting his lap. As Gerard got out of his seat he couldn't help but stare at the windshield. He was mesmerized and absolutely terrified. "Whoa!" He lost his balance and fell onto Frank’s lap, ass first. "Well hi there!" Frank laughed and pulled Gerard snuggly into his lap. He wrapped both arms tightly around him and held him close. "Mmmm, you smell so good baby." "...Frank, I'm not so sure about this. I'm about to have a panic attack." Gerard started breathing in and out harshly. "I think I should go back to my seat." Frank caressed Gerard's hair lightly while he rubbed slow circles on his stomach. "Shhhh, easy baby easy. Here, how about I have you sit down and let me take your mind off your worries." Frank slid Gerard into the Captain's chair and then slid to his knees. He palmed Gerard lightly through his jeans. Gerard's breath hitched in his throat and he nodded frantically. "Y-Yeah... okay." Gerard took a deep breath and then calmly tried to let it out. He tipped his head back and listened to the sound of his zipper slowly go down. Frank smiled as Gerard began to relax. He noticed that the palming did the trick to get Gerard to harden up a bit. Now when Frank reached into... fuck were his panties green lace... his slight erection left them easily. Frank wrapped a fist around the shaft and slowly began to stroke as he mouthed lightly at the sensitive head. He licked under the crown and felt Gerard shudder. He knew this was a great way to get to him to calm down. He cast his glance up as he sucked and nipped at the slit and watched Gerard's eyes roll a bit behind his lids. "How ya feeling now baby? Any better?" "Mhm... b-better... oh god. That feels so good... don't stop." He moaned breathlessly, fisting his hand into Frank’s hair tightly. "Wasn't planning on it baby." With those words he removed his fist and plunged down onto Gerard's cock letting it glide effortlessly to the back of his throat. He continued to deep throat the younger man, taking him to the brink of ecstasy and then pulling back by squeezing around the base hard. After doing this a third time he finally gave in and kept going till he heard Gerard begging. "S-So close, Frankie, I'm so close... M'ahhh..." His voice cracked and he arched his back just a little. He came fast, unexpectedly whining loudly as he dug his blunt fingernails into his husband’s scalp. "Fuckkkk..." He whimpered, relaxing into the seat. Frank drank everything that Gerard offered him... and it was a lot! Still he managed it and then licked his lips and made sure that Gerard's cock was completely clean. "How do you feel now?" Gerard looked down at his husband all worn out, but also impressed and blissed. "Fucking awesome." He'd almost forgotten they were in a cockpit. "Good, so it's my turn now." Frank checked the panels real quick. Everything was good and conditions were perfect. No turbulence at all. He then stood up and undid his belt. He pulled down his zipper and surprised Gerard that he had no underwear on. He pulled his cock out and held it in front of his wife's face. "Get it nice and wet for me baby." Gerard nodded, gripping Frank's shaft with dainty, delicate fingers. He mouthed the head of his husband’s cock lightly, pressing his tongue against the slit. He sucked and swirled his tongue around his sensitive spot, coating him up nicely. When Frank was slicked up perfectly Gerard pulled back and blinked up at his husband, flashing him an innocent smile. "Up up baby, I want you to ride me." Frank helped Gerard up and sat down after pulling his pants down further. He helped Gerard remove his jeans entirely. Gerard went to sit down on Frank facing him, but Frank pushed him back up. "No no baby, face the other way." Gerard rose a brow at his husband, but complied nonetheless. "You're really trying to give me a heart attack, huh?" He glared at the windshield. "This would be one hell of a way to go." "Trust me baby, in a moment you are not even going to care." Frank helped Gerard turn around and then gripped his waist with one hand. The other he worked one finger at a time into his ass. Gerard dropped his head forward and choked out a moan. "I doubt it." He groaned and nibbled on his bottom lip. By the time Frank had three fingers inside Gerard had forgot he was even in the air. Frank removed his fingers after pushing on Gerard's prostate one last time with the tips, and gripping his waist with both hands, and eased him onto his now leaking cock. The initial pop of the head made both men groan. Frank could never get enough of the delicious heat that being enveloped by his wife brought to his body. "How is it that you make me feel so good every time we do this? *groan* I swear I will never tire of feeling my cock slipping into you." Gerard tipped his head back and lowered it onto Frank’s shoulder. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a breathy, high pitched moan. "I... I'll never get tired of your cock inside of me either." Frank decided to take this one nice and slow after the intense blow job he gave Gerard. He slowly thrusted his hips up and let Gerard grind down on him. Keeping a nice easy pace, he could feel every ridge and vein as it slipped out of him and then back in. It gave him a hyper sense of awareness and it was nothing like he had ever experienced before with anyone. He made sure to angle so that he brushed by Gerard's prostate, but never fully hitting it. He wanted to give his wife the utmost pleasure right now. Gerard pinned his ass down on Frank's cock and he let out an unexpected shrill. A surge of pleasure washed over Gerard's entire body and he couldn't contain himself. He pulled himself up and then pinned himself down again, in the same way that made him see fireworks. "F-Frank. Oh fuck! Holymotherfuckingshit... that feels so good." He rasped, completely out of breath. "Mmmm, yeah it does baby. Fuck you feel so good." Frank wanted to go slow like he planned, but it was feeling too good now. Frank took Gerard's shirt off and ran his hands all over his chest and legs. He needed to touch every inch of the man's skin. To map it out so that he will remember it when he is stuck in a hotel room jerking off. "Ah ah ah, Gee. I can't wait any longer." Frank pushed Gerard forward into the swell of the windshield. There was a good amount of room and a ridge that Gerard could grab onto. Plus he was nowhere near any of the important controls. He shook one leg free of his pants and then straddled the chair by standing over it. He then grabbed Gerard's perfect hips and pulling nearly out of him then continued thrusting back hard and fast. Gerard's cries echoed all around the cockpit and he tried to stifle himself, but it was useless. He would end up chewing a hole in his lip if he tried to silence himself. "Harder... fuck me harder!" Gerard begged, pressing back on Frank’s thrusts. Frank dug his fingers into the swell of Gerard's hips. They fit so well there and he knew that his own DNA had embedded itself into the soft flesh from so much use every time. He fucked into Gerard with abandon, his own grunts and groans joining the chorus that was leaving Gerard's body. He stuttered and moaned out obscenities and dirty ideas that he wanted to do to Gerard in the near future. Then he felt it, the warmth pooling and he reached out and started to jerk Gerard's cock in time to get him to that point too. "Fuck Gee, I want you to cum with me, I want to fucking feel it." He pulled Gerard back down into the seat with him and angled himself against his prostate with each thrust. Now he was not fooling around. He had a goal and that goal was to feel his wife clenching around his cock as he screamed in pleasure painting them both with the warm fluid escaping their bodies. "Fuck!" Gerard yelped and at the same time he came... for the second time. They were spent, more than spent. The radio crackled to life. "YOU ARE NOW ENTERING RESTRICTED AIR SPACE. PLEASE IDENTIFY YOURSELF." Frank used what strength he had left to grab the mike. "Jesus Christ Will, I am too fucked out to deal with your military bullshit. Just send the coordinates to the computer so I can land this thing in one piece." "MAN TOUCHY IERO. EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME FOR BEING PROTECTIVE" "Yeah protective my ass, you just don’t want anyone to see the massive fucking garden you have." "SHUT THE FUCK UP! THIS CHANNEL IS NOT THAT FUCKING SAFE YOU DIPSHIT!" Frank had Gerard strap into the co-pilot's seat after getting dressed of course, and pulled the plane out of auto pilot. He then took the controls and waited till the computer picked up on Will's coordinates. Once they were set, he guided the plane effortlessly toward the small clearing in the snowy covered mountains. He dropped the landing gear and then glided in for a perfect touchdown. Frank taxied the plane into the small hanger and cut the engine. He then turned to Gerard and smiled. "Not bad for self-taught huh?" Gerard stared at Frank wide eyed. He echoed back. "Self-taught?!" He looked through the windshield and sighed in relief. "At least we landed safely." "All right kids we're here!" "Thank God! Man, even the headphones at full blast could not drown you two out!" Gerard unbuckled himself out of his seat and stood up, slowly, giggling under his breath. "Well, now I'm embarrassed." "Don't be Gee baby, that was some impressive work out! You've been gone for almost two hours!" "I did not think it was possible to have sex for that long!" "Oh no kiddo, it's not, it just means there was foreplay involved too, and I will guess that Gerard came twice at least." "Can you not discuss my sex life with my son please?" "Well Frankie, he has to learn some time." "Wait, you can cum twice?" "Yeah, come on kiddo, I'll tell you how it's done." "Wait wait, I want to hear this too!" Frank did a facepalm as Spencer left the plane with both kids in tow, gesturing wild sexual positions with his hands. The kids were glued to every word he had to say and riveted by his movements. Frank looked at Gerard. Gerard was mortified, but he was too exhausted to really say anything so he just took Frank’s arm and rested his head on his shoulder. "I'll kill Spencer later and wipe out the kid's memory after... when I'm not so tired." Frank definitely wore him out. "Why Gee, I didn’t know you have a neurolizer? Is there something you're not telling me? Are you secretly a Man In Black?" Frank ducked as Gerard made a pathetic attempt to swat at him. He wrapped an arm around his waist as they exited the plane. Waiting in the hanger was a very tall man. "So Iero, is this the tasty dish that has been keeping you occupied and away from me?" "Yeah Will, this is my beautiful wife Gerard. Gerard, this is my good friend William Beckett." Gerard smiled and waved at William. "Hi, nice to meet you." William walked up to Gerard and took his hand and kissed the inside of his wrist. "Well hi there Enchantress. William Beckett at your service. Welcome to Midori Chalet and ski resort. I am your humble host at your beckon call." Frank walked over and pulled Gerard into his arms. "Back off Casanova, both these boys are off limits to you, and your seductive ways." "Both?" "Yeah, that includes me." "Why Spencer Wentz, when did you arrive?" Right before you had your eyes glued to Gerard's crotch." Gerard blushed and swatted his friend’s arm. "He did not. He's just being polite." "Ah Gee baby, you are so naive." Spencer moved up behind Gerard and pressed a kiss into his neck. Will's eyes went wide. "Wait, how come he gets to touch?" "Because my dear William, he has a season pass." "Why Spencer you lucky son of a bitch!" "Yup." Spencer smirked and grabbed Gerard's ass making him jump. He sauntered away back to the kids. "Man Iero, you have changed. I am impressed." "Can we get going now?" They all looked over at the kids who had gone on the plane to pull out all the luggage, and were waiting at the resort's van. "Yeah kids, sorry, we were just..." "Planning your next orgy, yeah we know. Come on mom, you can sit next to me." Kat held out her hand for Gerard to take. Gerard took Kat's hand and allowed her to help him into the van. "Frannnkkkk..." Gerard called out to him, sitting down and crossing his legs. "Sit next to me." "Wait, I thought you have to get to the conference?" Frank looked at the plane and then at Gerard's crossed legs. He could see the outline of his perfect thighs. He looked at his watch and then back at Gerard. "Fuck em, they can wait a little longer." ***Timestamp: Tuesday January 29th*** ***Kat*** "Fuck!" Gerard hollered, falling on his ass for what seemed like the millionth time. Even the padding from the ski suit was not helping anymore.
"Fuck this." He whined, getting up with Kody and Spencer's help. "Mom, you're not listening! Stop trying to keep your legs straight. Keep your knees inward!" Kat had her hands across her chest and huffed. Spencer thought she looked like a little diva standing there. He held Gerard up by his waist and kissed his cold cheek. "Come on Gee, one more time, I'll help you." "I'm not gonna get the hang of this. Let's just go get some hot chocolate and relax. My legs are hurting and I'm exhausted. Someone carry me to the bench, please. I'm in pain." Spencer took pity on Gerard and after stepping out of his skis, he scooped Gerard up in his arms. "You kids keep skiing, I'm gonna take Gee in and see if he really got hurt or if he is just being a drama queen." Kat rolled her eyes, and Kody looked kind of envious of Gerard in Spencer's arms. Gerard wrapped his arms tightly around Spencer's shoulders and smiled deviously. "My hero." Gerard giggled, kissing Spencer on the cheek all sloppy and noisy. "Drama queen." Kat muttered to Kody. "Do you think that Gee is really hurt Kats?" "No Kodes, I think he just wants to spend "time" with Spencer." She placed her hand in quotes for Kody to see. "Oh, is he bored with us?" Kat knew that Spencer overheard them and felt bad. This was supposed to be a trip for them and their step mom and she knew he felt like he was getting in the way. He looked at Gerard and sighed. He placed him on the bench and then walked over to the kids. "Hey guys, why don’t you take Gee into the room and I will see if there is a first aid kit just in case." "You sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure." "Still hurt over here!" Gerard shouted, sitting on the bench stiffly. He looked hilarious in his ski suit. His hair was all messed up and his face was flushed. He looked like a bratty child. Kat and Kody walked up to Gerard. Kody had concern in his eyes, but Kat was stone faced. "Are you really hurt mom? Where? I don’t want to hurt you more helping you up." "He's not hurt Kodes, he's just a fucking drama queen." Gerard frowned and released a whiny sigh. "But I'm tired and I don't wanna do this anymore." "Okay, let's go back to the lounge and get something hot to drink." Kat rolled her eyes at how accommodating her brother was being to Gerard. He carefully slipped an arm around his waist and helped him up. They made their way to the room abandoning the skis to her. As they were leaving she heard Spencer making comments about his ski suit."You do realize that you look like the Pink Power Ranger right Gee baby?"
"Yeah, but fuck if I know any karate."
Kat was pissed. Gerard didn't sound like he was hurt at all anymore. She started to gather everything up mumbling about him being a drama queen again when a young man skied by and stopped short. "Hey, can I help you with that?" He had on goggles and a mask blocking his face, but Kat was not going to be picky. "Yeah thanks. My mom is being a drama queen so my brother took him in, and they left me with all this shit." "Uh... don't you mean her?" "What?" "Your brother took her in." "No I mean him and look if you are going to be a homophobic asshole, you can go ski off a fucking cliff! I don’t need that shit!" "No no no, I just... look can we start again?" "Fine." "Hey, could I help you with that?" "Yeah, I would appreciate it." "Sure, I'm Gabriel, but you can call me Gabe." "Katina, but I will kick your ass if you call me anything, but Kat." They shook gloves and Kat watched as Gabe began to bundle up the skis. "Hey, can I ask how old you are?" "Sure, twenty six why, how old are you?" "Sixteen." "Ah, well I am a gentleman so no worries." Gabe picked the skis up on his shoulder and walked Kat back to the chalet. He leaned the skis on the side of the porch. "Want to come in for some hot chocolate?" "Ah, will your mom mind?" "Nah." Kat opened the door and saw Gerard on the sofa in front of the fireplace with a steaming cup in his hand. Kody was on the phone. "Yeah, I will dad. Alright. Yeah, oh Kat's back... with a guy." Gerard sipped his drink and adverted his eyes to the man who'd just entered the cabin with Kat. "Kat, who is this?" Gerard got up slowly. He set his drink on the coffee table and crossed his arms over his chest. "Hey mom, this is Gabe. He helped me gather the skis when you two punk asses abandoned me with all the equipment." "Uh, that's your mom you’re talking to?" "Yeah?" "If I spoke to my mom like that, I would be picking my head up off the floor." "Hey guy?" "Uh yeah?" "My dad wants to talk to you." Gabe looked at everyone, and took the phone. "Yes Sir?" "No Sir?" "Twenty six Sir." "Yes Sir." Gerard looked at Kat and gave her 'the look'. She looked back at Gerard and rolled her eyes. ***Gerard*** "Yes Sir." "Um... He wants to talk to you ma'am." Gabe handed the phone to Gerard. Gerard gently picked the phone out of the man’s hands, and pressed it against his ear. "Hello." He greeted Frank sweetly, taking his seat on the couch again. "Hey baby, how are you feeling?" "Worn out. Couldn't ski so I gave up... I miss you so much Frankie." He cooed and he could've sworn heard heard the kids gag, but he saw the guy, Gabe, smile a bit. "I miss you too. So I talked to this guy that came in with Kat and basically told him that if he hurts my baby girl in any way, I am going to chop off his cock in pieces with a rusty dull paper shredder." Gerard busted out laughing. "Oh god, that's hilarious! Don't let Kat know you said that." Gerard settled down, snickering slightly. "Yeah, well he seems to be alright from what I heard. So anyway, I should be flying in to you in a few more days. I hope the week has not been so bad without me." Gerard smiled and hummed. "Yeah... It's been alright, but I can't wait to see you." "All right baby, I will call when I am heading out. Bye bye... oh wait... I meant to tell you, I kind of slipped a little gift for you into your suitcase.” "Ooooh!" Gerard shouted ecstatically scaring everyone in the room. He jumped off of the sofa and hurried to the room he and Spencer were staying in and grabbed his suitcase. "What'd you put in here?" "Well I told Pete about the little present I bought you, and after giving him all the details, because he is a complete slut, he asked me to buy one for Spencer. So you have a blue one and he has a black one, just in case you guys decide to use them together.” Gerard smirked when he found the wrapped package. He knew what was under the wrapper. "I think I know what it is..." "Yup and it is fully charged. Have fun baby. Bye." Gerard said bye back, eagerly, and set the phone down on the nightstand once he stood up. He raced to the living room and threw the box at Spencer, who caught it. "Frank got you a present! Mine is blue yours is black. Fully charged... And..." "Um... Gee?" Spencer looked up and saw that everyone was looking at them as Gerard pulled out this strange looking object from the box. Kody had the 'deer in headlights' look. The strange guy who was just introducing himself was wide eyed, and Kat faceplamed herself just like her dad. "Oops, uh… just pretend you didn't see that... all of you. Spencer, c'mon." He grabbed his best friend’s hand and led him to the bedroom. When they were inside Gerard slammed the door shut and completely pulled the vibrator out. "Fuck yes! The Duke!" Spencer shook his head. He was so in love with this insane man it was laughable. "All right Gee baby, explain this thing to me." ***Timestamp: Friday February 2nd*** Gerard was anticipating Frank’s arrival. He really couldn't wait to hold his husband again. He didn't like the separation, but at the same time he knew it was good for them. The feeling of missing each other would strengthen their marriage. Gerard beamed when Frank’s plane appeared, and landed. Gerard bounced up and down with the biggest grin on his face. Frank was beaming from the window of the cockpit. The plane came to a stop and the door fell open. Frank jumped off the stairs and ran to Gerard grabbing him and swinging him around. "I missed you so much!" Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank’s shoulders and buried his face into the crook of his neck. He inhaled deeply and smiled against him. "I missed you too." "So what did I miss? How have you and the kids been getting on?" Gerard pulled back and smirked. "Not much... The kids have been great like always. No complaints." "Kody called to keep me up on that Gabe guy. He says he is pretty nice and he treats Kat alright. I wonder if she's getting attached." "I hope not. You're not gonna go crazy on the guy, right? He is twenty six and she's only sixteen... I know how you feel about age differences." "Well, I told Kody when I arrive that I want to meet him. I try not to judge people without getting to know them. I have no right considering my past." Frank held the car door open for Gerard to get in. He then climbed inside and told the driver to go. Gerard shifted to lay his head on his shoulder. "You know, I missed this the most, just having you here with me." Gerard snuggled closer to his husband and smiled. "That's good, honey, you’re going to make Kat so happy..." He shifted until he had his arm around Frank’s middle. "Tell me about it. I'm glad you're here." * * * ***Frank*** "So Gabe, tell me about yourself." Frank and Gerard were sitting on the sofa while Gabe sat across on the floor like a little kid with Kat next to him. "Daaaad..." "No Kat, he has the right to know." "Ugh, fine." Kat got up and goes over to where Kody is in the kitchen making coffee. "Well Sir, I just finished college. Graduate school actually. I am interning in New York at Parsons." "Wait... you went to school for fashion design?" "That's really impressive." Gerard shot a smile in Gabe's direction. "Well no offense to you two, but straight guys know a thing or two about fashion and I think in about ten years I could give Michael Kors a run for his money." Frank chuckled at this. The kid had ambition. He sighed and laid a hand on Gerard's thigh. "So, interning in NY? Where are you living then?" "New Jersey." "No shit!?" Kat came running out of the kitchen. "We live in New Jersey!" "Wow!" Frank leaned a head on Gerard's shoulder and groaned. "Fucking New Jersey." "That’s sucha coincidence." "Fuck my life." * * * ***Gerard*** Spencer could hear Frank grumbling in the cockpit. The kids had not stopped talking about Gabe and his fashion line. Of course Kat had convinced her father to let Gabe fly home with them. Gerard was snug into Spencer's side resting comfortably. "Hey Gee, are you going to go talk to Frankie?" Gerard glanced at the cockpit door and sighed. "Should I? I kinda don't wanna bother him." "He seems pretty upset. You’re his wife, it's you job and..." "You know what, I'll go." Spencer watched as Gabe got up and walked up the aisle to the cockpit before disappearing behind the closed door. "That is a brave young man." Gerard sat up and rose a brow in confusion. "This I have to listen to." Gerard got out of his seat and rushed to the cockpit door and pressed his ear against it. He was waiting for the perfect opportunity to step in. "You know my wife has a brother that is your age." "Yeah?" "Yup, and he is married to a man older than me." "If I can ask Sir, how much older are you than your wife?" "Ten years." "So then why are you so worried..." "Because I would be a fucking fool not to be. She is my baby girl and you, well I was twenty six once and..." "And I am aware of her age and right now, I would like to be friends and see if it goes anywhere." "I swear Gabe if you hurt her..." "It will be completely unintentional and we will talk about it." "All right, but just friends right now." "Yes Sir." "Gabe?" "Yes Sir?" "Don't fucking call me Sir." Gerard stumbled into the cockpit and released a loud sigh. "Goodness honey... This plane ride is making me sooooo anxious-- oh! That's right Gabe's in here. Oops." He looked back and forth between Gabe and Frank. "Did I interrupt something?" "No, I think we are done. Later Frank." Gabe exited the cockpit and Frank motioned for Gerard to take his place. "So... anxious huh? How much did you hear my little eavesdropper?" Gerard faux gasped and pressed his hand against his chest in mock-shock. "I'm not an eavesdropper. I just have really good hearing. And I didn't hear much." "Uh huh, so from what much you did not hear, what do you think?" "From Gabe being Mikey's age to Don't fucking call me sir..." "Frank, don't be so hard on the poor guy. He seems okay." Gerard got out of his seat and sensually rubbed his husband’s tense shoulder. Frank sighed and melted into the touch of his wife's expert hands. "I knew this day would come, but I thought I would be intimidating some snot nosed fuck her own age, not a full grown man. " Frank drooped his head forward. "And next month is Valentine’s Day!" He looked up into his wife's beautiful hazel eyes. "Seriously, fuck my life." ***Timestamp: Sunday Februray 4th*** ***Mikey*** Mikey sat back in the lounge chair and sipped his drink. The sun was bright so he was wearing a decently dark shade of sunglasses. He smirked, watching the eye candy on the beach run after the airhead blonds. ”This world is so fucking superficial.” ”What makes you say that love?” ”Well look at the stupid blonde down there…” ”The man or the woman?” ”I said the stupid blonde, not the fuckable twink.” Mikey smirked as his companion chuckled. ”All right, what about her?” ”Well she thinks she has that guy wrapped around her finger with her bleached hair, with extensions that I can clearly see, and her plastic enhanced tits and liposuctioned ass. She is so secure, if you can call it that, in him and would have no idea what to do if I walked over there. She is not ready for me, and my way of doing things. She depends on all the plastic to keep him in his place.” ”Well this I have to see.” ”Huh?” ”Let me this in action. I will make it worth your while.” Mikey smirked. He rose from his seat and after fixing his tight bikini style shorts he wrapped his sarong around this waist and handed his drink off. He pushed his glasses up and blew his companion a kiss. He cocked his hip and sauntered towards the sand. ***Jake*** ”Wait Jake, it’s hard to run in the sand!” ”Come on babe, you can keep up and ooofff.” ”Ow.” Jake looked down at what he collided with, and he was stunned to see a slim woman in a sarong on the sand. It looked like the collision caused her to lose her top. ”Oh shit! I am so sorry, are you all right?” ”Y-Y-Yeah, I think I am, but I lost my glasses when you bumped into me.” ”Oh right and uh… your uh, top?” ”No, I was not wearing one.” Jake was shocked! Not wearing one? Was she from Europe or something? ”Well uh, let me see if I can find your glasses then.” ”All right, um… I think they may have landed here?” The woman started to crawl around on the sand and Jake could not stop staring at her perfect ass. It wiggled and swayed as she felt around in the sand digging her perfectly manicured hands into the sand. Her fingers were the perfect length and Jake suddenly had a vision of them wrapped around his cock. ”Jake, what is taking so long?” ”Oh, sorry babe, uh, I kind of ran into this woman and knocked her glasses into the sand.” ”Oh?” Jake could hear the disdain in his girl’s voice. She had not even seen her face and… come to think of it, neither had he. He was too focused on the perfectly creamy thighs that peeked out of the satin sarong as she crawled along the sand. He heard his girl scoff as she walked up to the woman and reached out and picked up the glasses out of the sand next to the woman. ”Here sweetie.” Her voice dripped with condescendence as she handed them to the figure on the ground. ”Oh, thank you so much.” She took the glasses and wiped them with part of the sarong, lifting it up to show her bikini line, which was clean, and he suspected, continued under the small triangle of fabric. She stood up and bent over, brushing off her knees, thighs, and ass. It looked like more of a dance than he has seen on the pole at the local strip joint. When she was done she turned around and both Jake and his girl gasped. ”Thank you so much. Hi, I’m Michael, but everyone calls me Mikey.” Jake was in shock again! He had been eyeing a man! A fucking man! A fucking beautiful man! Wait what? He did not just call Mikey beautiful? He did not just refer to him by his cute nickname… cute? Well fuck. ”I can’t believe I was so clumsy. I am usually good at watching where I am going, but the ocean was so breathtaking and I just could not take my eyes off of it.” ”Oh no problem sweetheart. My goodness, you do not get much sun do you sugar? Your skin is so pale, it’s like porcelain.” Jake rolled his eyes, there she went. She was into flirting mode, not that he was worried about this man stealing her away. He was much more of a woman than she was. He had curves and hips and it was a crime that he had an ass like that. Suddenly Mikey cried out as he stumbled and fell forward knocking her over. He ran to… Mikey. ”Are you all right?” Mikey looked up at him. His glasses had fallen askew. It made him look even more like an awkward girl. ”Yeah, I guess I sprained a muscle or something when I ran into you.” Mikey ran a hand from his calf up to his thigh, and Jake swore that he did not mean to lick his lips. ”Hey Jake! What about me!?” ”Oh yeah, right sorry babe, I ah here.” Jake reached out and gripped his girl’s hand and pulled hard to get her to stand up. She wobbled a bit and fell again, but Jake did not notice because Mikey had whimpered as he tried to stand up. ”Here, let me.” Jake picked up Mikey in his arms, and Mikey wrapped his arms around Jake’s neck. Jake turned to his girl who was spitting sand out of her mouth. ”Ah look babe, I’m gonna bring Mikey to first aid and…” ”What about me!?” ”You’re alright, but Mikey could be…” ”Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, for fuck sake, I’m your fucking girl!” Jake just stared at her and felt Mikey tighten his hold on his neck. For some reason that gave him confidence. ”Look Annamarie. You are clearly alright, but this young lady could have been seriously injured running into me. Now you go back to the hotel room like a good girl, and maybe I will take you to dinner later if you are lucky!” ”But but but, you never call me…” ”DID I FUCKING STUTTER?!” Annamarie paled and nodded her head meekly. She turned and scampered off. Jake began to move toward the main buildings when Mikey put an hand on his chest. ”I think I am all right. Maybe if you just took me to my room?” Jake looked and saw something in Mikey’s eyes that he could not describe. ”Yeah, I can do that.” * * * ”So what happened then?” ”He was in such shock that he just put his trunks back on and bolted out the door.” Mikey laughed hard and then winced as the pain shot from his chest to his lower back. Daddy leaned in and kissed his way down from the nape of his neck to the small of his back dragging his tongue in lazy circles. ”Mmmm, feels so good. I can’t believe Brendon does not like to come here.” ”Well he would rather go to the Alps to ski, and I would rather be in San Tropez with you.” ”Well I am happy that he does and that I end up here in your arms.” ”Mmm, no more than I My Mikey.” Daddy scooped Mikey up into his arms as he rolled him over, and licked over his lips and down to his neck, making a trail of small bite marks. Mikey moaned as he continued to bite harder, making him shiver and gasp when he broke skin and sucked on the wound lightly. ”So, did he really fuck you good?” ”Not bad for an amateur, but nowhere near as good as you Daddy.” Daddy picked up Mikey’s arm and kissed his way down to the wrist. He held the hand up and watched as the sun danced across the gold on his fourth finger. He smirked. ”Tell me something my love, does your husband know the way the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?” ”I don’t think he really cares.” Daddy turned his hand over and kissed the palm working his way back to the wrist. He nipped at the vein and sucked hard to leave a raised mark. ”Ah ah ah, I think you need to take me inside now Daddy. I’m feeling a bit faint and need to go lie down.” Daddy scooped Mikey up into his arms and walked off the veranda into the bedroom. He put Mikey down on the bed and began to ravish him. The sound of Mikey’s phone ringing echoed from the veranda. By the tone it was Stan calling. Mikey laughed and then gasped as Daddy took his cock in his mouth and pushed three fingers inside of him at the same time. ”Fuck Daddy, please, fuck me!” Daddy did not even bother to remove Mikey's swim suit. He pushed it aside and pushed in with one rough stroke. Mikey knew he loved feeling the silk of the bikini sliding against his shaft as he fucked him fast paced, and with wild abandon. The phone was now ringing for the second time and Daddy started up a rhythm to match it. Mikey knew that Stan would try four times before giving up. ”Come on Daddy, cum in me before he stops calling. I want to cum to that sound.” ”You really are a dirty little bitch aren’t you?” ”Only for you Daddy, only for you.” They started to really pick up the pace now trying to aim for the goal that Mikey wanted. The third ring was happening now and Mikey heard a change in Daddy’s breathing. He felt his fist enclose over his cock and pushed into it at the same time. ”Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK MIKEY!” Daddy slammed into him so hard that he pushed Mikey into the headboard at a painful angle, but Mikey could care less. He screamed as he came at the same time Daddy filed him up with his hot cum. The load was so much that as he kept fucking into him it was dripping out all over the sheets and soaking his swimsuit. Daddy shoved in one last time and then collapsed onto Mikey’s chest, breathing heavily. The phone finally stopped ringing. Mikey stroked his hair and murmured soothing sounds till Daddy was nearly asleep still inside of him. ”I wonder if Frank falls asleep after sex?” ”Hmmm?” ”Oh nothing Daddy, just thinking out loud.” Daddy settled back in to slumber and Mikey drifted his thoughts to Wednesday and his trip to the cabin with Frank. He had secretly been working with Frank to create the perfect Valentine's Day getaway for him and his brother. Mikey however was working towards his own goal...namely his brother in law. All the preparations were in place including the weather. It was all going according to plan. Soon his brother would have nothing again and turn back to the drugs for solace. Mikey chuckled at the thought of a beaten and broken Gerard, devastated when Frank left him like all the others. He drifted off to sleep with the sound of his brother’s sobs in his head. ***Timestamp: Wednesday February 7th*** ***Mikey*** Mikey looked outside at the sky. It was completely clear like the forecast predicted. That was all going to change though in a couple of hours. Poor poor Frankie had no idea what was going to hit him. Mikey inwardly smirked as he smiled outwardly to Frank. Frank was babbling on about his stupid brother and how proud he was of him doing well in his job, and getting fucking employee of the month twice now. He probably sucked his boss's cock to get that, well that is what Mikey would have done except that his boss was Mikey’s husband and he would cut Gerard’s cock off if he did any such thing. He smiled and nodded and giggled here and there. Oh and of course Gerard was doing so well in school, and it was only the first month of him going. Blah blah blah. Mikey wanted to shove his cock down Frank's throat to make him shut up. He heard that Frank was an excellent cocksucker and he would love to find out first hand. 'All in good time' he thought to himself. Just then the car hit a bump and jostled them pretty hard. Mikey bounced up and hit his head on the ceiling and crash landed in Frank's lap. He wanted to curse out the driver, but instead he sat there whimpering and allowed Frank to cradle him and rub his head and say soothing things. They stayed like that till they arrived at the cabin. "So, are you sure Gerard doesn't know where you're going?" "Nope, I feel kind of bad lying to him, but I said that I had to go scout a new potential client. I am sure once he finds out his surprise he will forgive me though." "Oh? Well, knowing Gerard he'll mope for the first few hours. Stuff like that eats at his brain." "You know, you and your brother are such an odd couple. One minute you are so nice to each other and the other, you guys are talking about each other with practical venom. What is up with that? I mean, do you really hate him, and if so why are you helping me then?” Mikey blinked and put on his best puppy eyes. "We're brothers, so we'll fight from time to time, but that doesn't mean I hate him. We just..." He trailed off, and shook his head. "I think he hates me actually. I don't know why... I think it's because he's jealous..." "Oh, you mean because you have only been married once? Honestly I think it is because Gerard was so scarred from his first marriage. He carried that entire burden with him into the next and well... rape changes anyone. I think he is genuinely happy for you though. Stan is a great guy. Known him for a long time, but I knew him when he was with Maddison, his second wife." Mikey scoffed at the woman's name. "That hag is vile. She must've came on to you a million times." Maddison was a Gold digging, raging bitch, and from time to time she'd call Stan, begging him to take her back. Mikey dealt with her though. He'd answered the phone one of the many times she called and Mikey broke her down to nothing. If anyone was going to be a gold digging, raging bitch it was MikeyWay and Stan was his to use up. "Actually, I found her sweet until the operation. Then she changed. I guess having your body enhanced would make you a little narcissistic, but man I had no idea that Stan was that much of a boob junkie." Frank laughed out loud as the door to the car was open and he stepped out, and offered his hand to Mikey to help him out. "Honestly kiddo, I am surprised that he did not try and convince you to enhance yourself." "He never mentioned it. Do you think I should enhance myself?" Mikey smirked, he was mentally pushing Frank up against a wall. "Nah, I believe in using what you were given to get what you want... within reason of course." Frank offered Mikey his arm as they made their way up the stone walkway to the front of the cabin. Frank looked at the sky and frowned a bit. It was still pretty clear, but the winter sun had begun to hide behind a few clouds. The temp dropped without the sun’s rays to warm the air. He felt Mikey shiver a bit and pulled him in a little wrapping his arm around his small waist. "Personally kiddo, I think you are perfect the way you are." Mikey cuddled closer against his brother’s husband and giggled. "Thanks Frankie." "Anytime kiddo, anytime. So now, you want to give me a tour of this place? We don’t want to be long. I did promise Gerard that I would be home for dinner.” "Sure, I don’t want you to be late, it’s your six months anniversary today right?” ”Yeah and I have reservations for us, but Gerard does not know about it yet.” "Awww, how sweet, well we will be quick. We'll start with the kitchen and work our way to the bedroom." Frank watched as Mikey pointed out things that made the cabin homey, and then things that made the cabin unique. He knew he would love the indoor hot tub and thought about fucking Gerard in there. It had the cliché bear skin rug, and that did bother Frank a little. He knew that Stan liked to hunt for sport and it never sat well with him. Stan always tried to invite Frank out, but Frank made excuses each time. When they made it up to the bedroom on the second floor, Frank happened to glance outside and was shocked at the snow coming down. "Shit Mikey, did you know about this storm?" Mikey peeked through the window and gasped, shaking his head. "Oh my god! That looks bad! I had no idea this was coming!” "Shit, we have to get out of here before it gets worse! You call the car and I will call Pete and let him know to get ahold of Gerard for me." ”Why Pete?” ”I told Gerard that I was with Pete. Pete is kind of covering my ass.” ”Oh, but what about Spencer? Aren’t you worried that he is going to tell on you?” Frank smirked opening his cell phone. ”Who do you think is keeping Gerard occupied?” Mikey laughed, but stopped when Frank groaned. He knew that he saw no bars. "Fuck, I got no reception? Does this place have a landline?" Mikey knew of course that there was no reception. There never was. That was the reason for the landline, but while Frank was in the bedroom checking out the closets, Mikey disconnected the phone and hid it. "Gee Frankie, sorry, It must be the storm because Stany has reception here all the time. He has to be able to use his laptop." Frank reentered the living room and sighed, running his fingers through his hair anxiously. "Okay... uh, what the hell are we gonna do? Did you call the car?" "Relax Frankie, the car ran down to get some supplies and will be back soon. Come on, here. Why don’t I show you how the hot tub works. It can be a little tricky." Mikey took Frank's hand gently and led him over to the balcony where the snow was falling all around them. They entered the enclosed opening and were engulfed by warmth. The tarped room was heated to keep the bather comfortable. Mikey bent over the tub, giving Frank a nice view of his ass as he fiddled with a few knobs. A rush of water was heard and the tub started to fill up. Frank was distracted, looking at the view of the road from where they were, so Mikey started to take his clothes off. "I'm not really interested in the tub right n-- whoa! Mikey!? Do you really think this is the right time for that?" Frank rushed to grab the younger man’s arm to stop him from going any further. "We need to figure out what we're gonna do. What time is the car coming back?" "Relax Frankie, geeze you are so tense. Look, I know Stany hates to waste water so since I am filling the tub to show you how, which you totally did not pay any attention to by the way, I did not want to let the heat and water go to waste. Also we have a perfect view of the road, so we can see the car coming up the mountain and be out of the tub and to the door when it gets there." Mikey pouted and wiggled out of Frank's grasp. He turned his back on Frank and continued to undo his pants. He turned his head to gaze over his shoulder at him. "And you know, it really hurts that you don’t think that I am smart enough to know what I am doing. I know I am not as amazing as my brother to you, but I am still human you know." Mikey turned back and stepped into the tub. He fought to not make a sound of contentment at the wonderful warmth engulfing him. Instead he sagged his shoulders and moved to the other side of the tub. He propped his arms on the side and sniffed loudly shaking his body as if he was crying. Now if Frank was the type of guy he knew he was, he would feel guilty and fix this. Mikey smirked at how easy it was to read a guy like him. "Mikey... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just..." Frank trailed off and looked into the tub. The warm water was causing the air around them to steam up and rise. The chimney effect was making him feel less stressed. He couldn't help but smile to himself. "You know what? You're right. The view from here is perfect." Frank yanked off his shirt and then his jeans. He climbed in to the tub and splashed water at his wife's little brother. "Hey hey, cut it out! You're like a little kid I swear!" Mikey laughed and splashed Frank back. He watched as Frank let the warmth of the water take him and he inwardly smirked. He moved over to one of the seats and patted it for Frank to join him. When Frank sat down next to him, Mikey started up the jets and the water came to life with bubbles. He then turned on the inner lights and the water faded from blue, to red, and yellow. When the opposite lights hit, they created a rainbow of hues. Frank quirked an eyebrow to Mikey and Mikey just laughed. "What, Stany likes a good light show. Besides he said it made the sex so much better. Wait till you and Gee try it." "That's gonna be... interesting." Mikey noticed right away that Frank was sporting a semi and smirked. He moved in front of Frank, and got on his knees. He saw Frank's eyes go wide as he reached down between his legs and suddenly another light appeared. This one was a soft pink hue. "You have to turn on this one manually, but Stan put it in because it lights up the palest skin, and both Gee and I am naturally pale aren’t we?" Frank's breath hitched in his throat and he swallowed audibly. "Uh..." He inched away from the younger man and nodded. "Yeah..." Mikey saw that Gerard was in his head now. His body, his voice, his face... even his unique little smile and laugh. Frank blinked and he was knocked back into reality. "The car should be here soon, right?" "Of course silly. You worry too much." Mikey took the opportunity to take the place where Frank had moved up to the next step for his own. He settled down between the man's legs and leaned back. He pretended that he did not feel Frank's semi hard cock against his back. He sighed audibly instead. "I can’t wait for you to bring Gee here. He is going to be so surprised. He really needs to learn to relax more. He is always so tense." Mikey reached back and pointed to a spot between his shoulder blades just under his neck. "Here, let me show you a little trick, it's something Gee and I have in common. This is where we both carry all our stress. If you I teach you and you are a good student, you will make Gee very happy." Mikey gave Frank direction on where to apply pressure and where to go gently. "Well go ahead. If you don’t practice on me, you may hurt Gee by accident. It is safe for me right now because I am not stressed." Mikey sat back and waited for Frank to touch him. "He is always so tense." Frank reached out and palmed where Mikey pointed to. "Here?" Mikey let out a small groan. Frank had good strong hands. "Yeah, that's perfect. Now a little to the left and down a bit. Um... it might be easier if you sat behind me." Frank gulped and Mikey knew he was contemplating whether to make the move, but when Mikey scooted forward, he knew that Frank would feel silly. Sure enough, Frank moved to encase Mikey between his legs. Mikey leaned back into Frank's chest and sighed. "Good, now move outward on the shoulders and to the collarbone. I am sure you are aware how sensitive our collarbones are Frankie? It is because we carry stress there too. From there move to the front and towards the middle of my upper chest. Dig in with thumbs for pressure and then roll your palms okay?" Frank did this and Mikey felt a fire move through his chest. Frank was as good with his hands as he thought. He could not wait till he could get those hands on his hips gripping and leaving marks as he pounded into him like a savage animal. Mikey’s excitement must have been noticeable because he felt Frank’s hands leave his body. "Okay, I think I got it. I'll be sure to remember all that when I try it out on your brother. We should get out now, I am sure the car will be here very soon" "Mmmm, a few more minutes. I have not been this relaxed in a long time. Stan has been dealing with so much and I have been trying to help him, but he thinks I don’t have a head for business or numbers. He pats me on the head and tells me not to worry about it. My job is to sit there and look pretty, not to think. He does not realize how much it hurts. I think Gerard is lucky that you encouraged him to go to school and get a job. I wish that Stan thought more of me like that." Mikey hunched over and played with the top of the water. Part of this was an act, but part of it was an admission of the truth. He felt Frank lay a hand on his shoulder and smile with sympathy. Mikey reached up and placed his hand on top of his, letting his fingers fall through and lace with his. This seemed to wake Frank up from something and he stood up quickly. "I’m gonna get out now, you can stay, but I'll be inside, trying to get my cell to work." Mikey watched as Frank jumped out forgetting that they were outside. "Frank look out!" Too late, Frank exited the enclosure and was hit with a gust of freezing cold wind and snow. He lost his balance and slipped banging his head hard on the deck. The wind was howling now and there was almost no visibility. Mikey hopped out of the water and threw his robe on and grabbed Stan's. He stepped out carefully and saw that Frank was groggy, but not completely out. He wrapped the robe around the man and shimmied his arms into the sleeves. He then draped his arm around his neck and carefully had him stand. "Come on Frankie. You need to lie down in front of the fire and warm up." Mikey stepped into the living room and a chill hit him, close to the temperature outside. Suddenly the lights all went out. Mikey screamed. "You gotta be fucking kidding me!" Frank groaned, holding his head with both his hands. "Shit... candles. We need fucking candles." "Relax, we have flashlights all over. This happens during the summer when the thunderstorms come." Mikey sat Frank on the sofa and groped his way to the cabinet on the wall. He pulled out the Maglight and it lit a beam in the room. He focused it on the fireplace. "Oh fuck! Come on Frank. We need to get you into the bedroom. Snow fell on the fireplace and put the fire out. No electricity means no heat so we need to get into the bedroom quickly. There is another fireplace in there." Frank groaned again and followed closely behind Mikey. They entered the bedroom and Frank shut the door quickly behind them. He muttered to himself. "Fucking storm came out of nowhere..." The fire was blazing and the little room was nice and cozy. Mikey helped Frank onto the bed and crossed to the bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth, rung it out then folded it, and placed it on the back of Frank's head. He had a sizable lump there. If this was anyone else, Mikey would have offered him spirits, but he knew that Frank would never drink. He grabbed one of the bottles of sparkling apple cider that they brought with them and popped the cork. He poured some in a glass and handed it to Frank. Mikey took the bourbon from the nightstand and poured himself a glass. He positioned himself so that he could take care of Frank's injury. "Jesus Frankie, that is quite a lump you got." "Tell me about it. I'm surprised I'm conscious." He rubbed the lump and hissed in pain as he took a sip of his drink. "Easy there honey, don’t press on it. I have to monitor you and make sure you don’t fall asleep in case you have a concussion. Still I have to keep you warm too since you were silly and left the area without putting a robe on first." "Uh, yeah... it was pretty dumb of me. I shouldn't have jumped out like that. I wasn't thinking." ”You were thinking, just not at that moment.” Mikey slipped behind Frank and rested his chest against his back. He gave him an affectionate hug and urged him to scoot back so that they were resting against the headboard. The fire crackled and danced in front of them making shadows come alive on the wall. "I guess the snow got really bad when we were in the tub. I bet the driver tried to still make it up the mountain and got stuck. We probably will be here till tomorrow. When it is light again, we can go and see what happened." Mikey rubbed at the lump on Frank's head with the cool cloth willing the swelling down. "Sorry for messing everything up. I guess I am a fuck up like Gee thinks, huh?" "Why would you say that? Gerard doesn't think you're a fuck up." Mikey knew that he had Frank wondering now. He could practically see the wheel turning. Frank wondering why Mikey would think something like that about his own brother? Maybe it was a product of the past drug use? He knows that he was a real demon when he was on the drugs. Mikey waited patiently till Frank got the courage to ask him questions. "Is... Is Gerard mean to you, Mikey? You can tell me. I'm not going to get mad.” "Um... well, he is a big brother and I guess you are supposed to push your younger brother around a bit, but you know Gee took it too far sometimes. I mean I am sure it was the drugs talking, but he could be pretty mean and he attacked my self-esteem a lot. That is why I pick on him a little now. Just getting him back I guess. Kind of childish huh?" The crackle of the fire covered up the quiver in Mikey's voice. "Well I think you are alright now. Come on, let's get in bed and get some sleep. That way we can be up bright and early in the morning." "Oh... Yeah, okay. Sleep sounds really good right about now. I hope Gerard's not too worried. I mean our dinner is ruined.” ”Don’t be so hard on yourself Frankie. You did not know. I am sure that he will realize the weather is not good and that would be the reason for not coming home. He would just want you to be safe, that's all, besides he has Spencer to keep him company so I am sure he will be fine if he gets that itch you know?” ”Itch?” ”Well yeah you know? Sometimes you just want to be fucked or something like that?” "Sorry, kiddo, I would not know how that is, but uh, Spencer is not allowed to do that.” ”Oh, but at the party they were.” Frank actually began to blush and this surprised Mikey. If Spencer could not fuck Gerard then what could they do… wait a minute. ”Are you telling me that my brother tops Spencer!?” ”Uh, yeah, they are allowed to do that.” ”Wow, I never heard of Gerard topping anyone before. I have to say Frankie I am really impressed that you trust him so much. Considering how much Gerard loves to bottom, I don’t know if I could even trust him that much.” After Mikey planted more seeds of doubt in his brother in law’s mind, he pulled back the corner of the covers that they were not sitting on so that Frank could slip in. They were both still just in robes and now dry underwear. Once Frank was in, Mikey climbed under the ones he was sitting on. He settled into the pillow and then turned on his side to face Frank. ”Don’t worry Frankie, everything will be alright and soon you will be in the arms of your wife again. Just get some sleep now. Oh and pleasant dreams.” Mikey turned around and heard Frank settling into the covers and turning himself to face the wall. He smirked again. This was going to be an interesting night. * * * ***Frank & Mikey*** "Morning sweetie." Gerard's voice chirped and Frank’s eyes blinked open quickly. Frank sat up slowly and looked around. Home...? When did he get home? "Gerard...?" Frank rasped, still looking around. Gerard was nowhere to be seen. "I've got a surprise for you Frankie..." He entered the bedroom, dressed in a lacy gown and nothing else. Frank’s eyes widened, and he followed his wife's every move. The way he walked was sexy... like he rehearsed every move. "W-Wow... Oh my god. Gee..." Frank’s voice cracked as he spoke and his cock was hard, up in excitement... drooling like his mouth was. "Mmmm, you smell so good... So yummy." Gerard was in his lap now, kissing his neck. He whispered seductively in his ear. "I wanna make you feel good, baby." Frank moaned out in pleasure when Gerard lowered himself, face first against Frank’s crotch. He then pulled down Frank's boxers... "Mmmm... You're so hard..." Gerard's hands were on his cock now, stroking him while his lips were pressing kisses against his thigh. Mikey was awaken by a groaning to his left. He opened his eyes to see Frank with his mouth open and panting. He smirked. Mikey knew that Frank was dreaming about his brother. He could use this to his advantage. He crawled over to Frank and slid the blankets off. He moved between his legs and eased his boxers off. Mikey licked his lips as he saw Frank's hard cock. It looked really inviting. He slid his hands up his brother in law's thighs and reached down to nip at his inner thighs. "Such a big boy. I can't wait to take you... All of you inside of me." Gerard moaned against Frank's thigh, his fist still circled around Frank's member. "Oh... Fuck." Frank groaned, bringing his wrist to his mouth and bit down gently. "Gerard... Mmm'nf." Mikey heard Frank mumble his brother’s name. He wondered what Dream!Gerard was doing, but he knew what he was going to do. He let Frank's cock slide into his mouth to the back of his throat. He had always been good at schooling his gag reflex. Back in the day, Stan loved to fuck his mouth. He was ruthless too. Mikey was so young, and eager to please his new husband out of fear and respect. Soon he learned that sex was a weapon. It was like a drug, and one could get addicted to it. Once Stan was, now Mikey was now in control. He constricted his throat to tighten the muscles and came all the way back up to the tip. He then set a rhythm and went to town. He really wanted to impale himself on Frank’s cock, but too much too soon and it could spoil his plans. Instead he reached down and fisted his own cock with the same rhythm that he was using for Frank. It would not be long before they both came at this pace. Frank dug his hands through Gerard's hair and tugged. Gerard's mouth was warm and wet and so fucking tight. He wasn't going to last. "F-Fuck, Gerard... Fuck!" With that cry, he came. Frank loosened his grip on Gerard's hair and sighed contently. He felt himself falling into another deep sleep, and he let it wash over him. Mikey panted, trying to catch his breath. He wasn't able to drink down Frank’s whole load, but that was alright because it added to the scene. He wiped the cum from his own hand on Frank’s thigh to make it look good. He smirked at how easy it was. Now he needed to arrange them so that Frank would be the bad guy. He lay on Frank's thigh and placed his hands strategically to be laced with Frank's. He was surprised when Frank brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on his fingers, licking his own cum off them. Now Mikey did not have to pretend that he was feeling good. Frank had amazing suction power. He groaned and pushed into Frank’s thigh, mouthing at his softening cock. Before he could get carried away he settled in and let sleepy words escape his throat. "Mmmm, so good to me. Love you too Stany." ***Frank*** Frank’s eyes slowly opened, encrusted with sand. He rubbed them with his free hand since the other one was laced with Gerard’s. He brought the hand to his lips to kiss when he realized that the wedding ring on it was a simple gold band. He let his gaze follow the hand to the arm, and then to the body between his legs. It was his brother in law, not his wife who was softly licking his cock in his sleep. "The fuck...? Mikey?" He looked down at his wife's brother's face and spotted the drying cum on his cheek and lips. He also realized that his hand had cum on it, well what was left of it. Frank could taste it in his mouth and it was very different from Gerard’s or Pete’s. Almost a sour taste. Wait what was he saying!? He just had a form of sex with his brother in law! He just fucking cheated on his wife and made his brother cheat on his husband! ”Shit, fuck, Mikey, Hey Kiddo, come on, wake up.” "Mmmm, huh, what? Oh Frankie. Hey, sorry, I had this amazing dream about Stan and..." Mikey stretches and Frank can see that he is naked. He also realizes that he himself is naked. Mikey's body looks flush like Gerard's does after he has cum. Mikey stands up and runs his fingers through his hair... just like Gerard. He turns to Frank and smiles for a moment, till it falters. "Frankie, why are you naked, and why am I naked, and Oh my God, what have we done!?" Mikey started to shake and backed into the corner of the bed away from Frank. Frank needed to take control of the situation before he had a panic attack…just like Gerard. ”Easy, easy Kiddo. I think we both dreamed of, well you know, with Gerard and Stan. It was an accident. Neither of us would have done it if we were awake. I honestly was dreaming of Gerard blowing me and…” "Fuck, and I dreamt that I was blowing Stan and you let me go on thinking I was Gee right? Um... okay, uh awkward. Well, I guess we are both to blame for this." Mikey crawled back up the bed and sat down next to Frank leaning on the headboard. He smiled lightly. "So can we just both agree we fucked up, and uh not tell anyone about it?" ”That sounds like a good plan. I would never want to get you in trouble with Stan. You guys have a good solid marriage. I would feel horrible if this fucked it up.” ”I like to think that Stan and I are stronger than that, but yeah. Let’s keep this one between you and I, and the woods.” Frank reached out to shake on the agreement, but Mikey reached out and kissed him. It was sudden and he felt Mikey push his tongue inside and explore his mouth. Frank placed two hands on Mikey’s shoulders and gently pushed him away. ”Why did you do that?” ”I don’t know. I figured since I blew you and we exchanged fluids that it made sense that we should have kissed at least once.” Mikey stood up and grabbed the robe, but instead of putting it on, he placed it over his shoulder. "If it makes you feel any better, it wasn't wasted emotion. I really felt like 'Stan' was here taking care of me... or rather I was taking care of him." ”Um… thanks?” Mikey chuckled and Frank could not help, but join in. It was like one of those moments for cops that you just have to laugh to alleviate the severity of the situation. In truth he did just cheat on his wife, and he had to live with that now along with coercing Mikey into cheating on his husband. He had to keep that reality in check. "I'm going to take a shower and get cleaned up. Can you see if the electricity is on yet and make us some breakfast?" Mikey left the room and Frank felt better. It seemed that the kid was not too traumatized from the situation. At that point there was a knock on the front door. Frank threw on the robe left for him and went to answer it. ”Sorry Sir for the delay yesterday. Got stuck in a drift and…” ”No need to apologize at all. As long as you were safe. I will get dressed and help you shovel so we can get out.” ***Mikey*** Mikey was loving the shower. He laughed as he remembered the look on Frank's face. The guilt he must have felt. It was delicious just like his cock and the cum that came from it. He allowed the water to cascade over his body as he jerked off again to the memory of how good Frank’s cock felt in his mouth. He fantasized what it will be like to fuck him next time oh and there will be a next time too, Mikey would make sure of that. ***** Before The Break ***** Chapter Summary Gerard is turning the big 3 0 and Frank is throwing him a huge bash...will anything go right? Chapter Notes Hello everyone! ***Digdeepenough*** and I cannot believe the turn out for the last chapter! Yeah, we were insane to do one that long, but we really had our reasons. So this chapter marks the start of the time hopping. After this one, we will be start jumping years in order to fit in the timeframe that we want in the marriage. Besides, you really didn't want to know everything that the boys do all the time right? I mean that would be way too much sex and you don't want that? I can hear you screaming from here. ^0^ No seriously, it will make sense soon. ^-^ So this chapter deals with two very important dates. Gerard's birthday and Frank and Gerard's one year anniversary. There will be ups and down, gasps and growns, tears of sorrow and joy. ***Digdeepenough*** and I worked very hard to get the scenes and emotions to be believable so we hope that you enjoy it. ^-^ P.S.~ We all know when Gerard's birthday is so no freaking out that we got the date wrong. The 9th fell on a weekday in our calender so naturally one would wait till a Saturday. ^0^ There is also a little throw back to Bondage Mansion in here. Can anyone find it? ^-^ Oh and can anyone guess the song that Frank is singing to Gerard? Besides being famous itself, it has been used in several movies, including one that has an original and a remake. I will give you two hints. The original had Humphrey Bogart in it and the remake Harrison Ford. Good luck, this maybe hard for some of you. ^-^ See the end of the chapter for more notes ***Time Stamp: Saturday, March 31st*** Frank was sitting in the Study downstairs. Gerard had gone into his room to get his school work done for the day. Frank was pouring over some ideas he had for Gerard's birthday when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Frank, my man! It's M. How're you and the lovely wife holding up?" Frank looked at the phone surprised that M. was calling him. "Hey M. uh, what's going on?" "April Ninth. That's what's goin' on. Gerard's turning the big three-OH!" M. amped his volume up to the max like he was trying to blow out Frank's eardrum. "Uh, yeah I know. The kids and I are planning what we are doing for him right now." Frank wondered if M. was high, he sure sounded like it. "Didn't you read the contract my man? First year of Gerard being your housewife he's gotta come to my place for his b-day." Frank heard him pause to take a puff from his cigarette. "I like to make sure everything's goin' smoothly and plus, I tend to miss my girls... Not gonna' lie." "What!? Oh fuck really? Man, the kids are going to be pissed at me!" "Yeah. My bad *cough cough* I guess I should've mentioned it at the wedding." M. started having coughing fits, and Frank wondered if he was smoking or smoking. "But then again... It's on the contract." "Right, the contract." Frank wiped his face with his hand. "So, what does this mean exactly. Is it like the wedding?" "Uh, yeah, but you can keep planning what you're planning. The only thing that's changing is the location." "Well yeah, but not really a place for the kids. I mean I know that they are the age that you apparently think that a wife can be, but I am really not interested in introducing them to that now. Plus let's face it, you have drugs at your place." "I'll be a good boy. Anything for my favorite Wife. I'll put the drugs away. Cross my heart." Frank could actually see him, making an X over his heart with his index finger. He rolled his eyes. "Ah, well forgive me for not believing you outright, but perhaps they can come towards the end." Frank thought for a moment, maybe if the party was not inside. "All right, but let’s do the party outside like the wedding. A bigger tent maybe, and decked out again in Gerard's favorite colors." "Whatever will make Gerard happy. It's his birthday party after all." "All right well, it's his thirtieth so I want to pull out all the stops. I assume that you will take care of the guest list? The only people I need to add to it are Christa and Ray. Gerard may have some people from the Gallery that he wants to invite and perhaps a classmate or two." "Uh..." M. trailed off, chuckling uncomfortably. "Yeah, um, classmates? Gallery?" Frank could hear that he was beyond confused. "Oh right, sorry. Gerard is working in Stan's art gallery in the city. He is also taking classes online paid for with the money that he earns from his job." Frank is pleasantly surprised that M. does not know everything about their lives. It eliminates the concern about spying. "Dude... My man, what thee actual FUCK!? Why is he working!? Why is he in school!? Why the fuck would you allow that!?" Frank pulled the phone back and looked at. Did the man just yell at him? "Man, what is your fucking problem?! Too much shitty coke up you’re fucked out nose?! What is the big deal!? Are you that fucking against these boys having a brain, or any kind of freedom?!" Frank was fuming, and now M. was going to get it. He was lucky that the man was not in front of him right now. "Look you sorry piece of shit excuse for a business man. My wife is not just a fuck toy to me who cleans my house. He has brains and real interior beauty and you will fucking respect that and when you see him, you will praise him for having the fucking intelligence to go out and want to be something more than a burden on society! DO I MAKE MYSELF FUCKING CLEAR!?" "No! Listen, listen man... Gerard... He's got fucking ambition, man. That's not even a fucking good thing." M. pitched his voice low now. "You don't actually fucking think he loves you enough to stick around once he's got all his shit together? Man, you're vulnerable Iero. You don't know Gerard like I do." M, was on the verge of busting out in hyena laughter "You are so lucky that I do not reach through this phone and fucking choke you right now! How dare you disparage my wife like that!? You have not seen Gerard in almost a year! He is nothing like half the sorry excuses you sell for wives! So again, shut the fuck up before I do it for you permanently!" Frank slammed the phone down. He was shaking he was so angry. "Motherfucking piece of shit!" Frank upended his desk onto its side. He just he needed something. Something to take the edge off. He could hear the phone's dial tone and then the obnoxious beeping. "AARRGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!" ***Gerard*** Gerard was halfway to Frank’s study when he heard a loud crash, and scream come from that direction. He rushed to the door and bolted inside. "Frank?!" He called out for him, worried and scared. Gerard was shocked by the sight. It brought back the scene from January except the mirror was still intact. Frank was standing next to his upturned desk shaking, clenching his fists. The phone was on the ground beeping off the hook. Gerard's eyes diverted to the phone and then to his husband. "What happened? Are you okay?" He stepped further into the room, and picked the phone up and sat it down on its dock. "Fucking M. fucking piece of shit worthless coke head fucking aaagggrrgghhh!" Gerard snapped his attention back on Frank when he mentioned his Seller's name. "M...? What happened with M?" Gerard was so confused. He knew Frank had issues with M. but this seemed to be a different kind of issue. "He, he , he, fucking called about your birthday and I was fine with that, although the kids and all, and then I said that you might want to invite friends like Kassy and maybe a classmate, and he, he , he, he fucking said...." Gerard started to rub his hand on Frank’s back in small, soothing circles. "You are brilliant you know that? Brilliant and intelligent and fucking beautiful. You are not an object to be admired at home, and certainly not a fucking toy. You know this right? You know that is how I think of you Gerard?" Gerard nodded apprehensively and then sighed. "I'm guessing M. really tore me a new one, huh..." "I just don’t understand how he thinks you know?" Frank turned in Gerard's arms and embraced him. "I think he's jealous of you." Gerard rose a brow at that. "Oh? You think he's jealous of me?" "Well yeah, I mean he has a business and everything, but other than a bottle of whiskey and a line of coke, what does he really have? I mean do any of the wives really like him?" Gerard hummed and then shrugged. "I... thought I liked him until I got divorced for the first time. He really, um, scared me a lot. But I can't speak for the others. I know Mikey liked him. He was so in love with M." "Your brother is young and makes mistakes. We all do. No matter what though, he has no right to tell me how you are supposed to live under my roof... fuck that OUR roof." Frank takes Gerard's hand with his rings on it. He caresses each one and kisses them gently. He even playfully licked and nipped at the skin. "But what did he say about me? I know how he can be." Gerard was nervous about what M. might've said about him. He didn't want Frank to get any ideas or think differently of him even though he wasn't insinuating that he was, but it could still be a possibility that he was. Gerard didn't want that. He wanted M. to be happy for him, and support him just like he did with Mikey and the other housewives. "*sigh* He basically told me that I was doing wrong by allowing you to work and go to school. He said you would use it against me, that you were cunning, and had ambition. I did not like that he insinuated that about you." Frank was getting agitated again. Gerard blinked, and dropped his gaze to the floor. "Oh, I'm not surprised that he'd say something like that." Frank squeezed Gerard's hand tighter. "Don't you believe it sweetheart, I certainly don't. You are amazing with everything that you have gone through, and you deserve the world. Is it a wonder that the kids and I love you so much? Not to mention Spencer, and I think that even Pete is kind of sweet on you too now, and..." The phone rings. Gerard had been smiling as his husband said all those nice things to him, but when the phone went off Gerard's smile dropped. "I'll answer it." "If it's that piece of shit I am not fucking talking to him without punching him in the nuts first!" Frank turns and walks into the small adjoining bathroom. Gerard took a deep breath and answered the call. "Hello, Iero residence. Gerard Iero speaking." "Gee! Baby am I glad it's you! Look, you gotta talk to that husband of yours. He doesn't understand what you're supposed to do as part of the contract. I mean, can’t he just be happy with your cock sucking skills? He has to make you all smart and stuff too?" "Umm... M. Frank's my husband. He wants me 'all smart'... and to be honest his cock sucking skills kinda surpass mine." Gerard smirked when he said this. "Wait... what the fuck?! Where do you get off talking to me like that!? Who do you think you are!? You are my property to sell as I choose! You will never be anything more than a high class whore! You need to learn your place Gerard Way, that is why you always get returned and..." Gerard heard a commotion on the other end of the phone, and it goes dead for a few minutes. Then the noise of a fight filled the space. "M?" Gerard pulled his ear from the phone and looked at it with a puzzled expression on his face. A voice answered, but it was not M.’s "Hey there Mrs. Iero, no it's uh, Louis." "Louie? What are you doing at M's?" "Um... well, I’m kind of more than just a lead-headed limo driver. I am also head of Iero Security." "Hold on a second, Lou." Gerard pulled the phone away from his ear and shouted. "FRANK!" The toilet flushed and Frank emerged from the bathroom tucking his shirt back in and buckling his pants. "Yeah baby, what's up?" "Here." He passed the phone to his husband, shaking his head. "I'm sure you have something to do with this." Frank took the phone trying to suppress a smirk. "Yello?" "Hey, yeah, oh, well what a surprise. What else did you find?... Oh, he did?" Frank moved the receiver from his mouth, and looked at Gerard. "Hey baby? Did M. call you a high class whore and his property?" Gerard furrowed his brow together and nodded, frowning. "I see." Frank went back to the phone. "Yeah I confirmed what you heard... Yeah, and I want it on speaker too." Frank hit the intercom button on the phone as he placed the phone on the cradle. The room was filled with panting and the voice of M. "Oh fuck fuck fuck, please no, no no, that's worth over a fucking grand!" Louis spoke next, so unlike Gerard ever heard before. "Now apologize, or I destroy the whole fucking bag and you better address him right!" "Fuck! alright! Ah, uh, Mrs. Iero?" Gerard glared at Frank and spoke. "Yes?" He answered, sighing dramatically. He couldn't believe this was happening. "I uh, just wanted to apologize for the way I treated you earlier. I was out of line in my description of you, and also challenging the state of your marriage. I mean Christ, he has to love you to come and fuck with my shit right? And this is not the first time he has defended you to me, so yeah. I was wrong. Uh... sorry?" "M. it's okay... I just wish it didn't have to result to violence." Gerard's tone of voice sounded disappointed, Frank spoke up this time. "Oh no baby, there was no violence involved at all. Louis simply went to the House on a hunch of mine and simply procured M.'s drug supply and well, threatened to make it unusable." "Oh fuck you Iero, he is threatening to piss in my coke!" "I consider that violent Frankie, and it's not appropriate. M. can have opinions because I sure as hell don't let them affect me." Frank looked at Gerard. There was something in his eyes. A look of awe and reverence. "You mean that Gee don't you? You really don't care what he thinks of you anymore?" "No. I don't give a rat's ass, and neither should you." Gerard spoke confidently and crossed his arms over his chest. Frank smiled wider than Gerard had ever seen him before. "Hey Louis?" "Yeah Boss?" "Give him back his shit, and get out of there." "You got it Boss, oh and Mrs. Iero?" Gerard leaned in towards the phone a bit. "Yeah?" "You done good missy, proud of ya." Gerard smiled a big toothy grin. "Thanks Louie." He giggled, stepping back. "Alright Louis, get home now, oh and stop and grab us all some lunch, your choice man." "Alright there Boss." "Thanks Louis." The phone call ends, and Frank disconnects their side. He stands up and crooks a finger at Gerard. "Come here Mrs. Iero." Gerard smirked, and sashayed over to his husband. Once he was in front of him he threw his arms around his shoulders. "I cannot believe you said that. Do you know how fucking horny it makes me hearing you assert yourself like that?" Frank reached down and grabs his ass hard. "It wasn't very lady like of me, was it?" Gerard giggled, wiggling his ass against Frank's hand teasingly. "No it was not. I liked it. You should do it more often." Frank pulled Gerard closer to him, and nibbled on his ear a little as he whispered in it. "Wanna show me how unlady like you can be?" Gerard grinned from ear to ear, and whirled around. He grabbed Frank’s hand and led him out of the Study, quickly. "I'll do more than 'show you'." Frank laughed as they headed in the direction of their bedroom. ***Time Stamp: Saturday, 7th*** ***Spencer*** Spencer was sitting on the sofa in Gerard's room. The fireplace had not needed lighting in a month now since spring was upon them again. He watched as Gerard paced back and forth, waiting for the phone to ring. "Gee baby, calm down. Jamia will call. I am sure she will be able to coordinate your birthday party next week." Gerard stilled and glared at his best friend. He sighed dramatically, and had a seat next to him on the sofa. He took a deep breath. "You're right... But I can't help it. I'm stressed. I emailed her and she still hasn't replied back." "Awww, come here." Spencer pulled Gerard into his arms, and laid his head on his shoulder. He ran a soothing hand through his much longer locks. "Wow Gee baby, your hair is getting pretty long now. It’s almost past your ears. Are you gonna cut it for the party?" Gerard tugged at his ends and shrugged his shoulders. "Should I?" Spencer smirked and flexed his fingers as he grabbed a fistful of hair and made Gerard cry out. He pulled him up and crashed his face into his neck, attaching himself and creating a smart bruise on the pale flesh. "Should I take that as a no?" Gerard, pushed his fingers sensually through Spencer's hair. "Mmmm, you tell me." Spencer continued to trail his way up Gerard's neck nipping at his jaw until he reached his lips. He licked over the flesh of his bottom lip and bit it lightly. Gerard opened his mouth to Spencer's tongue, and kissed him back. Gerard whined, pushing Spencer back gently. "Spennnce. Stop distracting me. You know we don't stop once we get started...” "I'm just trying to help you decide whether to get a haircut or not. I'm also distracting you from waiting for the phone to ring. Seems like I am doing a poor job though, so I need to try harder I think." Spencer reached down to slip his hand into the waistband of Gerard's lounge pants. He caressed his cock while smiling as Gerard moaned. As he was about to get a better grip, he heard the phone ring. "I think that's your phone call Gee baby." Gerard smiled slyly at Spencer before nodding his head. When Spencer removed his hand from his pants Gerard hopped off the sofa and went to the phone. He hit the speaker button and answered. "Iero residence... Gerard Iero speaking." "Gerard! Jamia here! Congratulations on hitting the big Three Oh! How does it feel to be old?" Gerard released a sigh of relief when he heard the woman’s voice fill the air and answered truthfully. "S'feels like I'm still in my twenties. You're the first person to remind me that I'm getting old, but, hey... did you get my email?" "Yeah I did and don't worry sweetie, thirty's the new twenty don’t you know? On to more interesting things though. So we are throwing you a big bash at the same place you had your wedding right?" Jamia did not wait for Gerard to answer and continued. The sound of rustling paper could be heard on the other side of the phone. "Sooo let's see. It's spring so how about pastels? Maybe something with flowers? We could so Paris in Spring?" "Paris in spring..." Gerard echoed the words, trailing off in though, then hummed when he came back to reality. "I like it. Oh, and yeah... same place. Hope you had enough to work with. I mean, the backyard is huge, but I don't know if it's not as much as you're used to. I've seen some of your work on your site. It's beautiful by the way. I really loved what you did with my wedding." "Stop stop, you're making me blush! Actually after I put up the pictures that I did of your wedding I started getting calls for bigger venues so I should be thanking you for letting me coordinate it for you!" More paper rustling, and then the telltale sound of Windows booting up. "Soooo Gerard, you got a computer nearby? I'm going to upload some pictures of Paris in Spring so you can get an idea of how it will look. Also I will head out to the House and see what it looks like as far as foliage. Alright? Oohh shit, I gotta take this call. All right love, I will email you any other details I have alright? Byyeeee!" "Okay, I'll check it out as soon as I get to my computer. Bye sweetie. Talk to you soon." Gerard ended the call once he's said his goodbyes. He turned his attention to Spencer and smiled. "I can breathe now." "Yeah, well it sounded like she couldn't! She was talking a mile a minute! She sure is excited for you!" Spencer laughed lightly as he got up and walked over Gerard. He circled his waist tightly, and squeezed as he lightly kissed his neck. "So didn't she say something about pictures?" Gerard swatted his friends shoulder and rolled his eyes. "Be nice, Spence. She's a sweet lady." Gerard started for the desk, that Frank surprised him with for Easter, where his lap top was. "And yeah... Gonna take a look now. Care to join me?" Gerard patted his lap and winked in Spencer's direction. Spencer laughed again and followed Gerard over to the desk. He perched on Gerard's lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. "So Gee baby, show me those dirty pics of yours... Oh and you still owe me a peek at the video you made with Frankie!" "I will eventually. Not now though." Gerard clicked through his email and looked over the new ones. "I've got a few messages from school... I'll look at those later." His eyes skimmed over Jamia's email and he clicked it. "Alright, let’s take a look." The attachments loaded up and Gerard smiled at the screen. "So pretty. If she could pull that off she's forever going to be my party planner." He pressed the reply button and typed. Perfect! Now I have to figure out what I'm gonna wear. Totally has to match the Paris in Spring look! He pressed send and then wrapped his arms around Spencer's waist. "I'm so excited. I hope nothing goes wrong." ***Time Stamp: Tuesday, April 10th*** ***Frank & Gerard*** Frank was bored. He was sitting at his desk with his feet up letting his mind wander. The last meeting he had got cancelled, Pete had a catering emergency, and needed to cancel their lunch date. So now Frank sat staring at the ceiling blowing bubbles... literally. "*sigh*Do you know how hard it is to get soap residue off your desk?" Frank looked up and saw Vicky leaning over his desk. "Vicky! Entertain me please, I am so fucking bored." "Do I look like a three ring circus act to you boss? Why don’t you call your wife, have him entertain you instead." "Yeah yeah, I'll do that... no, shit he's working." "No he's not, do you ever look at your schedule? He had an early meeting and then Stan gave him off the rest of the day." "Well maybe he is hanging out with Spencer then." "So, since when do either of them mind you?" "True true, alright, fuck it, I’ll call. Thanks Vicky." "Don't thank me, just remember me when bonuses come around." "Oh I will." Frank waved to Vicky leaving as he picked up the phone and dialed home. Gerard was bored. So bored. He was let out of work early and he finished his assignments. Spencer was busy with whatever it was he was busy with. Apparently it was important enough to blow off their lunch date. Gerard couldn't hold it against him though. He'd cancelled more than a few plans himself. For school, work, and Frank of course Karma... Gerard sighed, tucking his hair behind his ears. Spencer was right. His hair is getting pretty long. He thought, in that moment, he should go to the bathroom, pull out the clippers and buzz it all off. Then he thought about how Frank would react so he decided against it. Gerard fell into bed and buried his face in his pillow to let out a loud, muffled scream. Just as he was about to give up and take a nap, his cell went off and he sat up quickly. He snatched it off of his nightstand, answering it enthusiastically without even looking at the caller ID. "Hello?" "Hey baby, whatcha doing?" "Frankkkkie! Nothing. I'm doing nothing. I'm so bored... What're you doing?" Gerard giggled into the phone. He was so excited that his husband was calling. "Mee too!" Frank could not help to giggle back. "My morning meeting got cancelled, Pete had an emergency so he cancelled lunch with me, and Vicky is going to kill me if i keep blowing bubbles at the ceiling. Apparently soap residue is hard to clean off my desk. I did not even know she cleaned my desk! I have to give her a decent bonus this year." Gerard closed his eyes to try to visualize Frank blowing bubbles. He giggled again and covered his mouth to contain himself. "I guess we're both losing our minds, huh? We're so use to be being so busy. I don't know how to sit still anymore. I honestly don't think I know how to." "Hey, how about I have Louis pick you up and we take a trip into the city. I'll take you shopping!" Gerard perked up at that idea and jumped out of bed. "Really?! I'm already ready!" "Great, I will call him. You guys can swing by to pick me up, and we will go to lunch too!" Gerard was about to burst. He and Frank haven't had lunch together in so long. He wanted to dance around the house until Louis arrived. "Can't wait!" Gerard smiled. He couldn't hide the excitement in his voice even if he tried. "All right baby, I can't wait to see you. Wear something nice for me? I like my Geebear all dressed up because I can show you off and remind people that you are mine." Gerard heard murmuring in the background and a women yelling that it was about fucking time. "Oh fuck off Vicky, okay baby, Louis will be on his way in a few. See you in a half. Bye." Gerard said his goodbyes and then ended the call. He released a dreamy sigh, and set his phone down on his nightstand. He and Frank were going on a date. * * * Gerard pressed down on the material of the top and smoothed it out. He looked in the mirror and turned around to examine the back. He'd lost a lot of weight since he started working. He ate healthy too, but he knew those juice fasts were probably the main reason why he dropped ten pounds. Gerard pressed open the dressing room door, stepping out to show off his finished look. He put his hands on his hips, and crossed his legs in front of him. "What do you think?" Frank's jaw dropped open. He could not help it. He had seen Gerard look good, but never like this. The outfit was almost indescribable. Gerard was wearing a deep red velvet corset top that had black straps over the upper chest. The skirt was sinfully tight that clung to his perfectly shaped thighs. Frank saw stockings similar to the ones from New Years that peeked out from underneath with heels that matched red on the inside of the stiletto. "Gee..." "Do you like it? I really like the Louboutins. I have a few of them already, but they're open toed. These are comfy." Gerard spoke as he rose his leg up daintily to caress the heel. Frank could not believe that Gerard was concerned with his shoes when he looked good enough to eat. Frank had to dig his fingers into his thighs to bring himself pain to realize he was not dreaming. Fuck he just wanted to take Gerard right then and there. "Uh Gee, why don't you try on something else. We will get that one for sure though." Frank was sweating bullets like he had never before. "Are you sure? You don't think the skirt's too short?" Gerard was tugging on the hem of the skirt that rose slightly above his thighs. "You could probably see my panties if I bend over to far... Jesus." He laughed, flattening out the back of the skirt. "Fuck Gerard, please, just go change before I do something really stupid." Frank had never been in this much pain before. He felt like his cock was literally going to bust a whole through his slacks. "Wha-- OH!" Gerard looked down at the front of Frank's slacks, and then giggled. "Okayyy, okay. Fine." He turned around and started to walk back into the dressing room, his hips swaying as he did. That did it. Frank got up quickly, and looked around. He moved fast to pull open the dressing room door quickly before Gerard could lock it. Thank fuck he chose the biggest dressing room. He pushed Gerard up against the wall and crushed his mouth against his neck. He bit down and brought his hand up to cover Gerard's mouth before a sound could escape. "You fucking tease. Do you even know? Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now? I just, I gotta..." Frank ran his free hand up the back of Gerard's skirt feeling the lace of the garter, and the silk of the panties as he gripped his ass through tightly them. He wanted to fuck him so badly right now. "Y'just gotta what?" Gerard was breathless as he spoke. "D'you want me to hike up my skirt and roll down my panties?" He continued to tease, bunching up his skirt, slowly. "Oh Christ Gee, yes like right fucking now!" Frank got on his knees and reached up and pulled Gerard’s panties off, practically ripping them. He immediately got his mouth on Gerard's cock, and sank down to the base in one shot. Gerard let out a stiffled moan and tipped his head back, hitting the wall behind him hard. He placed both of his hands on Frank's head and helped guide him up and down his shaft. Frank just let Gerard fuck his mouth. He needed Gerard to cum first in order to continue with him. Frank pulled out all the stops possible, including allowing some saliva to dribble onto his fingers, then working them into Gerard. "You're so fucking good at this... Oh, fuck... Right there." Gerard gasped and his jaw went slack as his body tensed up. He covered his mouth when he shouted and came hard without warning his husband, but he didn't seem to mind because he kept going. Frank swallowed everything down and then before Gerard had a chance to go soft, he stood up and ripped his slacks open. He pulled Gerard to the bench in the room and had him straddle his lap quickly as he lined up and pulled Gerard down onto his badly leaking cock. Frank grabbed Gerard's hips and started to fuck up into him hard and fast. "Fuck Gee, you in this skirt, and the shoes, and oh fuck, I just..." He pulled Gerard into another kiss to catch his moans as he continuously hit his prostate. He knew this was going to be fast, but it did not matter. He was desperate to cum this time. Gerard was panting and pressing into the kiss. When they broke apart he let out an almost too loud gasp and pushed back against Frank’s thrusts. "Ah ah ah baby, not going last this time. You're too fucking good." Frank wrapped his arms around his wife's waist and pushed upward with three more good thrusts as he released his cum inside of him. Gerard reached his arm around Frank's shoulder, pushed his hand against the back of his head, buried his fingers in his hair and tugged hard. He craned his neck and pressed his lips against Frank's in a slow, deep kiss. "Fuck baby, you just looked too good to resist. We are fucking buying everything you tried on today and that fucking jacket you saw on the way in." He reached up and caressed Gerard's face lovingly then smirked. "My little jacket slut." "Your jacket slut." ***Time Stamp: Saturday, April 14th*** ***Frank*** Frank held two glasses in his hand as he made his way back to the boys. Pete was walking with his glass while carrying two plates of food. It was lucky for them when the caterer that Jamia has originally chosen had fallen ill Pete's company was able to pick it up as a favor. It also meant that it did not cost Frank a cent. Pete said to think of it as an early birthday present. When Frank asked what was the later birthday present, Pete just winked and Frank laughed. Spencer and Gerard were seated at the petal covered table. Frank was in awe at the beautiful theme that Gerard chose. He told Gerard that he had seen Paris in the spring time and this was it. Spencer had leaned in and whispered something in Gerard's ear, making him giggle and blush. The color ran down his body to the skin on his chest, which was glowing with a spray of diamond dust that Gerard put on before they left. He found a fragrance at Bath and Body Works called Velvet Sugar and it suited him well. The dress and shoes that he had chosen, just completed the flutter in his heart. Frank and Pete placed the plates and glasses on the table then Frank went behind Gerard and kissed his neck lightly. "Having fun baby?" "I'm having a blast. Best Birthday ever." Gerard grinned, tipping his head to the side, giving Frank full access to his throat. Frank inhaled deeply the scent on his wife's skin. The chemistry was perfect and it made his mouth water. He ran a hand up his neck tickling lightly with his fingers. "How about a dance then?" Frank stepped aside and held his hand out for Gerard to take. Gerard nodded and daintily took his hand. Frank held it as he led Gerard to the dance floor that was built just for this occasion. The top of the tent had pink blossoms hanging from it with white sliks hanging down to represent clouds. They moved to the center where others were dancing and Frank placed his arms around Gerard's waist. Gerard placed his arms over Frank's shoulder and they moved to the slow Parisian style music. As they danced he leaned in and sang the lyrics along with the professional singer in perfect unison. "Des yeux qui font baiser les miens, Un rire qui se perd sursa bouche, Voila le portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquelj'appartiens. Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas, Je voisla vie en rose." (With eyes which make mine lower, A smile which is lost on his lips, That's the unembellished portrait, Of the man to whom I belong.; When he takes me in his arms, He speaks to me in a low voice, I see life as if it were rose-tinted.) Frank continued to make slow circles around the floor with Gerard in his arms. He loved making his wife melt as he continued to whisper the sweet French lyrics into his ear. "Il me dit des mots d’amour Des mots de tous les jours Et çame fait quelque chose, Il est entré dans mon coeur Une part de bonheur Dont jeconnais la cause" (He whispers words to declare to me his love, Words of the everyday, And that does something to me. He has entered into my heart, A piece of happiness the cause of which, I know full well.) "Forever baby, that is how long I want to be with you." Gerard beamed throughout the whole dance and he couldn't take his eyes off of Frank's. "Spending forever with you sounds perfect." Frank closed his eyes as Gerard's words sunk in. He took a deep breath in and before he could change his mind he grabbed Gerard tight around the waist with one arm and dipped him back swiftly with his other arm bracing his back. Gerard looked up and him with slight confusion, but Frank jerked his eyebrows lightly up and down and then leaned in and kissed Gerard very deeply. Gerard kissed back, and pressed his hand against Frank’s cheek. Neither one of them realized that Mikey and Stan had just arrived to the party. ***Mikey & Gerard*** Mikey looked about the place, scanning for his brother. He knew that he would be the center of attention and Mikey would not have that. Then Mikey heard a sudden 'ahhh' sound, and looked to where it was coming from. He saw his brother and Frank in the middle of a dance floor kissing like some 1940's Hollywood couple. Mikey smirked. It was going to feel so good bringing his brother to his knees, even better than his third husband, Billy. Although Mikey did not sleep with him, he got one of his good friends to do it for him. He wondered if Racine had milked the man for his fortune yet. He started to make his way over when he was blocked by a body. "Well hello Mikey. Welcome to Gerard's party." "Thanks Spencer. Pete how are you? If the waft of the food is any indication, I would say that you catered this little shindig." "You are quite perceptible as always Mikey. Stan, how is the man today?" "Quite tired actually. One hell of a meeting before we got here, cutthroat at best." "Well, I would say you need a drink then." Mikey looked up and smiled. Frank was making his way over with Gerard sulking behind him. "Well HI there Frankie." "Hey Kiddo, fashionably late as always I see." "No Stany had a meeting and it ran late." "Yes, and I am exhausted from it. I need to sit down I think." "But Stany you promised me a dance." "It's okay Kiddo, I know I am a poor substitute, but I can take you for a spin." "That would be lovely Frankie. Oh and Gee, happy birthday." Gerard nearly shouted no, but he caught himself before he could. The whole time he kept his eyes glued to the two of them as they made their way to the dance floor. ”Damn you Mikey.” Mikey noticed Spencer had placed a hand of comfort on Gerard's shoulder and it made him smile. He was torturing his brother while having the time of his life doing it. He never had the opportunity to do it like this before, it felt wonderful. Frank spun him and it made him giggle. He draped his arms over Frank's shoulders and Frank placed his hands on Mikey's waist. They began to dance slowly around the floor. "I'm so sick of him and his fascination with my husband." Gerard turned to Spencer. "Just ignore him Gee baby. He only does it to mess with you." Gerard brought his attention back to his husband and his brother on the dance floor. He was frowning. "It's working..." "Come on, I have a surprise for you in the House." Gerard allowed Spencer to guide him into the house as he continued to glare at the two men on the dance floor. Spencer led him to the living area. He sat Gerard on the sofa and then told him to cover his eyes. Gerard did so then heard a rustling sound followed by several footsteps. "All right Gee baby, you can open up your eyes now." Gerard opened his eyes and saw his kids standing there with smiles on their faces. Kody was a little red because Spencer had one hand on his shoulder. "Happy birthday Mom!" "Guys! Oh my god!" Gerard shouted in excitement as he pulled the two teenagers into a tight hug and kissed the top of both their heads. "Are you surprised?" "Yeah, dad said that it was some stupid rule that you had to have your party here, so he decided to ask if we could come." "And of course being the awesome man that I am, I told Frank it was fine." M. appeared from around the corner with a tumbler filled with his best liquor. "Mmmm, nothing but the best for my little GeeWay." M. slinked up behind Gerard and sat on the back of the sofa as he caressed the Wife's cheek and then slipped to his neck and open chest. "I must say GeeWay, that you look simply sinful in that frock you are wearing." "M." Gerard spoke sternly, stepping away from the drunk man and rushed next to his kids. "Do you guys wanna head out and find your father?" He rested his hands on both their shoulders. "Yeah, we do." Spencer helped Gerard rush the kids away from M. They made their way out of the House to the back yard. "He is so lucky that Frank did not see him lay his hands on you. He would have ripped him apart." "Yeah, dad does not like when you mess with his property." Spencer and Gerard both looked at Kat when she echoed her father's very words. She looked at them and shrugged her shoulders. "What, you are not the only property he owns Gee, we count too." Spencer was about to say something when a very out of breath Gabe came running up to them with his fist clutched around something tightly. "*puff puff* Here Kit Kat, I found it in the seat." "Thanks babe!" Gabe carefully parted Kat's hair and placed the diamond clip back in its rightfully place. Kat leaned up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. Gerard watched the moment and he felt his heart flutter. "Okay, kids... Go find your dad. He'll be happy to see you." The kids ran off, but Gabe stayed behind with Gerard and Spencer. "Babe huh? She's so like her dad." Spencer could not help laughing at the poor guy and Gerard chuckled in agreement. "She really is." Gabe looked down at the ground, and shuffled his foot a bit in the grass. Spencer came over to him and patted his shoulder. "It's alright honey, we know you mean well and she adores you. You have really been good to her these past few months." "Well I like her a lot and I don’t want to hurt her." Gerard looked Gabe up and down. He wanted to say: Then don't. But he knew the boy wouldn't be able to really promise that. Gerard thought back to when he'd been married to Billy, his third husband. He'd promised Gerard he would never hurt him, but he did. Many times. Not physically but internally and that hurt way more than a slap across the face. "Good." Gabe blushed and smiled at Gerard. "Um... can I accompany you ladies back to the main tent?" He held out both arms for the boys to take. "Of course. Lead the way." Gerard giggled, taking the taller man’s arm and Spencer did the same. They walked to the tent and saw Kody and Kat standing at the entrance looking inside. Gabe stopped behind Kat, which put Spencer behind Kody, who seemed to be shaking. They were watching their father dance with Mikey. Apparently it was not the same song as before because this one had a tempo and they were doing dance steps that left a little wiggle in the hips. "Hey Mom, why is Dad dancing with Mikey and not you?" "Yeah, I mean it is your birthday, not his." Gerard stared over at his husband and brother with his hands on his hips. He frowned when Mikey pressed his back closely to Frank’s chest and swayed against him. He didn't want his anger and jealousy to show so he searched the area for Stan. Once he spotted him, Gerard approached him and pulled him out of his seat and started to lead him to the dance floor. "Well, hello there birthday girl." Stan smirked, allowing Gerard to guide him to the dance floor despite how exhausted he was. He brought Stan in front of his kids and answered their question. "Because I'm dancing with Stan." Gerard threw his arms over Stan's shoulders and kissed him on the cheek. ”Grownups are so fucking weird.” "You sure you want to dance with an old man like me?" Gerard laughed and began to find the rhythm in the song and moved to it in Stan's arms. Frank looked over a little surprised, but then his view was blocked by Mikey offering his hand to spin him around. Mikey ended up behind Frank and he hip checked him lightly. Frank laughed and grabbed Mikey's hips and swayed with him. At this point more people had joined the dance floor, including Gabe and Kat. Kat had a look in her eyes that just screamed mischief. She danced closer to her father with Gabe. When Gabe twirled her, she spun to her dad. "Hey dad, mind if your one and only cuts in?" "Can I ever deny you anything Kats?" Frank laughed and sent Mikey to dance with Gabe as Kat took his place. "Mikey. You never told me Stan was such an amazing dancer!" Gerard giggled as Stan tipped him back and then up quickly, pressing their chests closely together. Gerard's hair flipped into his face and he laughed, throwing his head back to expose his long, pale throat to his brother’s husband who had his arm wrapped tightly around Gerard's waist. "Yes he is Gee, but I do have to say that I am surprised that you wanted Frank's kids here. I mean the House is not exactly kid friendly and if M. gets a hand on... well you know how it goes." Gabe's face showed shock that Mikey spoke so bluntly. "Um... thank you for the dance, but I need the facilities." He walked off towards the house and left Mikey awkwardly on the dance floor alone. "Excuse me?" Gerard snapped, dropping his arms from Stan's shoulders and placed his hands on his hips. He glared at Mikey and then grabbed him by his arm and led him off of the dance floor and into the House. Everyone now had their eyes on the brothers. "We need to talk." "Is there a problem Gee? I mean I was just speaking the truth? It has been a while since you have been around kids too. Not since your third marriage so you might have forgotten what kind of person M. and his friends can be. I personally would not want my children to ever be in this House." "You had no right to say that in front of my daughter’s boyfriend!" Gerard spoke harshly to his brother. "And in case you forgot your kids don't like you." "That's not my fault! They never even gave me a chance! They took one look at my age and decided based solely on that. Besides, they are not your kids, their Frank's! Your fucked up drug filled body couldn't produce kids even if you had the right equipment!" Gerard snapped. He brought his hand up and slapped his brother across the face. Hard and fast. The sound echoed around them. "Fuck you." Gerard was breathing hard now. "Fuck you, Michael." "GERARD!" Frank came in with Stan as Mikey crumbled to the floor clutching his cheek. Stan crouched down to cradle Mikey as Frank stood there with his hands folded against his chest staring at Gerard with disdain. "How could you strike your brother like that?! Especially after you told me how much you have been hit in the past!? Yeah he was a little out of line, but he was just concerned for the kids! You owe him an apology!" Gerard shook his head hard and then glared down at Mikey. "No! I'm not going to say sorry. He deserved it. I've been dying to do that and if I have to apologize for it I'd rather be punished." Gerard crossed his arms over his chest defiantly. "I-I-It's alright Frankie, I'll be fine. I was out of line anyway." Frank leaned down to help Mikey up. Mikey clung to him like his legs were going to give out. Frank placed an arm around his waist to steady him. "I'm just going to go to the bathroom." Mikey let go of Frank and moved forward out of the living room and down the hall where the bedrooms were. Frank turned to Gerard and crossed his arms. "I am disappointed in you Gerard. To say that you have been dying to do that too? I mean what is to stop you from hitting the kids or even me? I'm sorry, but until you truly apologize to your brother, it is going to be very difficult to trust you." Gerard frowned. "I would never hit you or the kids, Frank. You haven't tortured me for years..." He trailed off. He knew Mikey had won this round as he looked into Frank’s eyes. His gaze was hard and fixated on him, waiting for him to follow his brother to apologize. "Fine." Gerard trudged off in the direction Mikey disappeared. * * * "Mikey..." Gerard knocked on the bathroom door, calling out apathetically. "Oh, hey Gerard. Sorry, uh I was in here. Mikey said he was going to use the bathroom in your old room." Gabe closed the bathroom door and headed back towards the living room. Down the hall there was a muffled mewling sound. "Mikey...?" Gerard spoke his name again, this time more concern. No voice came from the door, just gentle sobbing. Gerard knocked on the door. "Open up... I want to apologize." "No, go away!" Mikey's voice was muffled, but it sounded like it was full of sorrow. Gerard sighed. He shouldn't have to do this. He shouldn't have to apologize to Mikey. Not for this. "I wish I could, but you seriously need to open up." There was a soft click and the door creaked open. Mikey was on the bed with his back turned to the door. He was shaking. "*sniff* What do you want Gerard?” Gerard stepped into the room and his eyes immediately landed on his brother. He wanted to keep being mean, but he couldn't bring himself to be. Mikey looked fragile and defeated. Gerard stepped near the bed and took a seat right next to him. "I want to apologize." He put his hand on his brother’s knee. "Why?" Mikey still refused to look at Gerard. He kept his head down and turned away. "Why do you even care how I feel. You with your perfect husband and your flawless children, and what do I have?" Gerard pulled his hand back from Mikey's knee. He didn't know how to respond to that so he just shrugged and shook his head. "You have a lot." Gerard forced himself to speak once the silence started to give him anxiety. "Yeah, but I want more. I want what you have with Frankie. I want it and I will get it!" Mikey turned quickly and pounced on Gerard, knocking him on his back. He straddled him to stop him from getting up. "You stupid little shit! You have no idea do you?! No fucking idea how pathetic and weak you are!" Mikey slapped Gerard hard. Gerard gasped in shock and tried to shove Mikey off of him, but Mikey had leverage and powerful fucking thighs. "What the fuck!" He screamed at Mikey, trying sitting up. "See! That's why you'll never have what I have! You're a fucking brat!" Mikey pushed on his chest and yelled in his face spitting on him. "Oh yeah? Well what if I told you that I already had what you have huh? What if I told you that I have already had everything that you had, including EVERY ONE OF YOUR FUCKING HUSBANDS!" Mikey sat back and folded his arms smirking at Gerard waiting for his reaction. He watched Gerard's eyes widened "You're fucking bullshit, Michael." He had to be lying. Every one of his husbands? That would include... ”I mean of course I never touched your first one, you fucked that up yourself, and your last one, ugh, let’s not even talk about him. Other than that… Every. Single. One.” "Frank would never fuck you. He wouldn't fuck you even if you drugged him." Mikey stood up and Gerard scrambled away from him. His dress was bunched up to his waist exposing himself slightly because of the simple lace panties he was wearing. Gerard backed up away from Mikey. "Really?" Mikey sauntered up to Gerard and pressed him against the wall. He ran a finger down his cheek to the end of his chin. He pressed a thigh between his legs and pushed up knowing he was making his brother uncomfortable. "Tell me something dear brother, where was your faithful husband on the 7th in February? You guys were supposed to go to dinner that night, but that never happened right? Hmmm, oh yes, he was scouting out a new band wasn't he...Or was he with me at my husband's cabin in a hot tub?" Gerard blinked hard and shook his head. "No, you're a liar." He slapped Mikey's hand away from his face. Mikey smirked and pushed his thigh up more, causing the dress to rise more. "He never came home that night did he? He never called either. No one called you right? It's kind of hard to talk when you are getting the best blow job you ever had, and you have no fucking voice." Mikey moved away and stood in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips smirking. "Face it Gee Baby, he is done with you now that he has had me. It is only the beginning of the end of your fairy tale marriage. Told you he was too good for you." Gerard was in shock. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak... He couldn't even react. He stood there with his dress still rucked up and looked down continuing to shake his head in disbelief. ”No Frankie, no.” ***Time Stamp: Ten Minutes Before*** ***Frank*** ”You were a little hard on him don’t you think?” Frank turned around and saw Spencer with a hand on his hip. He gulped down his faux champagne and addressed him. ”Yeah, you’re probably right. I just don’t understand those two.” ”They have a long bad history and honestly, you should not be taking his brother’s side so much. It only makes Gerard feel more worthless than he already does.” Frank hung his head slightly. His anger had deflated now and he felt bad about ruining his wife’s birthday party. ”I’ll go talk to them.” ”Hey, when I came out of the bathroom, Gerard was headed to his old room.” ”Thanks Gabe, Spencer, keep an eye on the kids for me and punch M. if he goes near them.” “Will do Frankie.” Frank left the living room and made his way down the hall. He counted the doors till he was one away from Gerard’s room. The bedrooms were deep away down the hall. It was hard to hear the party from here. What he did hear though stopped him in his tracks. "He never came home that night did he? He never called either. No one called you right? It's kind of hard to talk when you are getting the best blow job you ever had, and you have no fucking voice." Frank couldn't believe this. Mikey was telling Gerard about what happened, but wait… He was asleep, right? I mean he said so and… Frank started to get pissed now. He was now kicking himself in the ass for not coming clean to Gerard and now it was back to bite him in the ass in the worst way. "Face it Gee Baby, he is done with you now that he has had me. It is only the beginning of the end of your fairy tale marriage. Told you he was too good for you." Frank was charging to the door now. He gripped the handle just as he heard his wife sob out his name. ”No Frankie, no.” "You fucking little bastard!" Frank burst into the door and made both men jump. He looked down and saw his wife crumbled on the floor and ran over to him. "Baby, baby, are you alright? Gerard had his hands pressed to his face. He was sobbing and his body was shaking aggressively. "N-No." Gerard stammered in between sobs. "H-How could y-you, Frank?" "Baby, it was not like that. Look I should have said something... and you! You, you fucking lied to me! Asleep my ass, you fucking mouth raped me!" Mikey smirked. "Can't rape the willing honey, and you were loving every minute of it." Frank got up from where he was and stepped to Mikey pushing him against the wall hard. He grabbed his throat and squeezed. "You must get off on causing people fucking pain don't you?!" Mikey smirked and pushed back against Frank hard. "Mmmm maybe. It is kind of fun, but doing it to my brother is the most satisfying." Gerard wiped his face with both his hands and stood up, quickly. "You're fucking evil, Mikey, and that's why you're never going to have what Frank and I have." Frank moved to Gerard and hugged him tightly. He wiped his tears away with his lips gently. "Mikey so help me, you better stay the fuck away from my family, or I will tell your husband about all the shit you have ever done!" Mikey looked hard at Frank. "Fine you can keep you pathetic, coked out wife. I have better things to occupy myself with." Mikey walked past them and slightly shoved Gerard before leaving the room. "Baby, baby, come on speak to me. Please, speak to me." Gerard shook his head slowly and let out a deep sigh. "What do you want me to say, Frankie?" "Hit me, yell at me, I don't know. Call me names, something!" Frank let go of Gerard and began to pace the room. "I should have told you. I know I should have, but he swore to me that it was an accident, and that he did not even know what was happening! I believed him, but you gotta believe that I was dreaming of you the whole time! That I only saw your face, felt your touch. I did not even remember where I was!" Gerard shrugged, looking defeated. "How do you expect me to believe that? Even if that's the case it still happened. He still blew you, Frank." "I know, I know, and I was wrong for not telling you. I have no excuse other than I thought it would hurt you more." Frank sat down on the bed and placed his head in his hands. "Maybe I don't deserve you Gee. I mean I promised that I would not hurt you. I promised that I would be faithful and I broke that." Gerard nodded stiffly. "Yeah, you should have told me." Frank stood up and looked at Gerard. "I'll leave you to make your decision, and I will respect whatever you choose." Frank touched Gerard's cheek lightly and then left the room. He made his way back to the party and saw that Stan was standing with Mikey while he made a joke among a group of men. They all smiled and Frank saw one slide a hand up Mikey’s thigh. Stan did not catch this because he was distracted in conversation. Mikey looked at Frank and lifted his drink. Frank wanted to punch his lights out, but instead he kept walking. He heard his name being called, but he ignored it. Instead of getting Louis, he walked to the road and hailed a cab. He went home, not knowing what would happen after this moment, but Frank knew one thing. For the first time ever in his life, he was truly scared. ***Gerard*** When Frank left he didn't just leave the room. He left the entire House. Gerard wasn't upset. He was sort of happy. He didn't want to look his husband in the face as he tried to make up his mind about what he was going to do. It would do him no good. He was still in shock. Questions and decisions floated around his mind. Leave or stay? Stay upset or forgive? He was so fucking stressed. Gerard had left the bedroom some minutes ago and was now wandering the house, wracking his brain and trying to come up with the perfect solution to his fucked up situation. He was in tears by the time he entered the backyard. His mascara was now coating his cheeks and his eyeliner was no longer resting on his waterline. He probably looked like a teenage girl who was dumped on prom night. Gerard took a seat on the flower covered swing that was erected for pictures of him and party goers, and palmed his eyes. He was crying again. Stuck with images of his brother with his husband invading his mind. He was mentally ripping himself apart, telling himself he deserved to be cheated on, he's not enough and he's not worth it. Gerard was so busy with his self-destruction that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching him. "Hey Gee? Gerard? Hey, what's going on? I just saw Frank leave and..." Pete stopped. Gerard was shaking at the mention of his husband. He never thought that would happen. Pete walked around and knelt down in the grass in front of the swing. "Talk to me Gee, please." Gerard shook his head just as a choked sob left his mouth. He whimpered, trembling. "L-Leave me alone..." Pete carefully placed a hand on Gerard's knee as if the slightest touch would cause him to shatter. "Gerard come on, this will do you no good. You need to talk to someone about your problems. If I knew where Spencer was, I would have him here too, but you have me. You know that it would not have mattered to me if you never slept with me. I am still your friend first." Pete took a chance and pulled Gerard towards him. He wrapped his arms around him and held him, waiting for any kind of reaction. Gerard crumpled into Pete's embrace, pressed his face against the man’s chest, and sobbed even harder. He felt bad for staining Pete's expensive, nice smelling suit but he just needed this gesture. He needed it not just because of what happened between him and Frank, but for all his other failed marriages. "P-Pete... I can't do it again... M's gonna let me rot. He's gonna fucking destroy me." He cried, wrapping his arms around Pete's shoulders loosely. He had no strength left "Whoa whoa, easy babe, do what? What are you talking about? M.? What does he have to do with this? I swear if he hurt you, I will personally skin his cock like a fucking banana!" Pete was beginning to shake with anger. He was getting the wrong idea, but it was nice to know that he cared that much about Gerard. "You know that Frankie would never let anything happen to you. He loves you so much that he would fucking die for you. Both Spencer and I feel the same too. You have to know that right Gee?" Gerard shook his head against Pete's chest. "No... No. Frank... He..." He trailed off and released another choked sob. "F-Frank cheated o-on me." "What!? What the fuck!? I will kill him! Fuck that, I will kill them both! How dare he?!" Gerard pushed himself off of Pete's chest, gently, and sniffed. "Frank and Mikey went to Stan's cabin together and while Frank was asleep Mikey blew him." He spoke while wiping the corners of his eyes with the tip of his middle finger. "He didn't even tell me, Pete. He kept it a secret." His tears were clearing up. Now he was feeling angry, betrayed and so fucking stupid. Pete looked at Gerard while processing everything. He could see the wheels turning slowly, and a redness started to take over his face. "I can't fucking believe it! What the fuck was he thinking? Wait are you one hundred percent sure that he was asleep? I mean I don't want to think something like that could happen, but..." "I'm not sure. That's why I'm scared. What if he's lying?" ***Pete*** Pete looked at the broken creature in his lap. It made him even angrier. He remembered the bliss of being able to be with Gerard in the most intimate way, and knowing what a privilege that was. I mean he felt like he was lucky thrice in his life. First to have an amazing friend, well not anymore, like Frank. Second to have such a wonderful understanding wife like Spencer, and finally to be able to be in this man's life who was clinging to him. It may have been wrong to think about that time in the secret room, and then again when the four of them went away to their lake cabin. What an amazing weekend that was. Pete's cock twitched involuntarily at the thought of what they did that night. Wait... night, that night... that, holy shit! "Gee Gee, look at me, I know what happened! I know that Frank was telling the truth!" Gerard blinked up at him with a questioning glint in his eyes. "Huh? How do you know that?" Pete sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Alright, it was really stupid, but Frank has been talking to Mikey about this since November. He wanted to do something amazing for you for Valentine’s Day. When Mikey and him got close after the incident at your house, Mikey told Frank about the cabin and how it is a perfect place for a romantic getaway. They spent the next two months planning everything out. On that day, Frank was going up with Mikey to take a look and make sure everything was alright. I was the only one that knew about the real reason, but was to field any questions that you or Spencer had. Frank assured me that he would be done in time for him to take you to dinner that night, but I bet you Mikey knew about the bad weather and did not tell Frank. What else happened up there, I cannot say honestly, but I do know that you were the real reason he was up there." Gerard pushed away from Pete so that he could look him in the eyes. "Are you serious? Oh my god! If I knew that before I wouldn't have freaked out as much!" Now Gerard was upset, but for a different reason it seemed. ”Yeah well that still does not excuse him from not telling you what happened, but I can kind of see how he felt about it. I am betting that you never went to the cabin after that. He probably felt like it was wrong after what happened." "What was wrong?" Pete and Gerard looked up to see Spencer walking up to them. "Hey guys, is everything alright? Gee baby, why are you crying?" Gerard sighed and lowered his gaze to the floor. "Pete, can you explain? I don't wanna keep saying it." Pete lifted Gerard up and seated them both on the swing with Gerard carefully in his lap. Spencer sat next to them and placed Gerard's legs across his lap. Gerard snuggled into Pete's chest as he listened to him tell Spencer everything that was upsetting Gerard. When he finished, Spencer had a puzzled look on his face. "So I get the misunderstanding and all, but how did you find out Gee? I mean did he just tell you after so long?" "Mikey told me. That was my birthday present from him. He's been trying to get in Frank’s pants since he first laid his eyes on him. Can't really say I blame him." Gerard forced himself to laugh. "Well no offense to him, but Stan is no real prize. Although I would not be surprised if Mikey was fucking Brendon anyway, and the way Howard is always looking at him... But then again Howard comes on to anyone with a pulse." Pete could see that Gerard was grateful that he was trying to lighten the mood. "My guess is that Frank did not fall for Mikey's scheme willingly so Mikey set him up, and Frank was too busy feeling like shit about it to really realize what happened." Spencer's words had real wisdom behind them. Pete was proud of his wife right then. "You know what I think? I think we all need to go away again." Spencer rolled his eyes and hit him in the leg slightly. "You would think that at a time like this Petey." "No, I am serious! I bet that Frank could use the time away and give time for a drama to go away before Mikey plans his next move so we can crush it." "I agree." Gerard nodded numbly to Pete's suggestion. "But running away is not going to make Mikey go away! Gee baby, you know I am right, talk some sense into this idiot here with the rose tinted glasses." "What else can I do, Spence? He already practically ruined my marriage." Spencer looked at Gerard and grabbed his hand. "Has he really Gee? Honestly, I am not going to say that a blow job without permission is not cheating, but are you going to let that kind of petty excuse cost you your happiness? You know what I bet Frank is doing right now? I bet he is readying himself to be dumped. He is ready to accept whatever kind of consequence that you give him. If you forgive him, he will spend the rest of his life making it up to you. If you don't he will spend the rest of his life alone punishing himself for his stupid mistake. That is the kind of guy he is." "I love him so much, I don't think I'd be able to leave him even if I wanted to." Gerard looked at Spencer and Pete knew that Gerard realized the answer. Pete took Gerard’s other hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it lightly. He rubbed his wedding rings together. "Oh I think you are stronger than you think Gee and if you really wanted to leave Frank you would. You would do so and not look back, but that time is not now. Now as much as I love having you on my lap all snug and warm and causing me to think dirty thoughts about you and get me hard, you need to get home and talk with your man and remind him why you are such an amazing catch." Pete pushed Gerard off his lap carefully and lightly swatted his ass. "Get going Mrs. Iero. You have a broken heart to save." * * * ***Frank & Gerard*** The water was scalding hot. He wanted it that way. He wanted to purify his body as much as he could. His marriage was in ruin because he trusted his brother in law. He was a fool, and now he would pay for it. Frank had never wanted a drink so badly in his life. He knew the bar was fully stocked for clients who came to the house. He could have easily grabbed a bottle of Jack and Kody’s Lexapro supply. It would have been so easy rather than listen to his wife tell him he was leaving. So easy, but Frank has never been about easy. He had to nearly die to stop all the destructive behavior in his life. Now he had to face the music, just like back then. The water was now losing its heat, and Frank knew it was time to get out. He wondered how long he had to wait before his life was ruined once more. Frank turned the water off and stepped out. He wrapped a towel around his waist and looked at himself in the steam covered mirror. He wiped his hand through the fog, and stared at his face. ”You just ruined the best thing you ever had Iero. Congratulations.” Frank opened the door and along with the steam, and walked out. When Louis pulled up to the front of the house Gerard started to feel a little nervous. He knew he and Frank had to have a talk and that sort of thing always scared him. It's not like he had bad news though, but maybe Frank had done some thinking himself and maybe he didn't want to be with him anymore. Gerard got out of the car with Louis's help and started for the front door. He unlocked it and stepped in, slowly and quietly. He went upstairs quickly and entered his and Frank’s bedroom. He sat down on the bed and started to take his heels off. Today was a long day and he really needed a drink and a bath to unwind. He groaned loudly when he got both heels off. That's when Frank emerged from the bathroom, soaking wet, with his towel wrapped around his waist. His skin was tinted red and Gerard knew that he had been standing under the super hot water that they had. Another form of punishment that Frank subjected himself to. "Oh... hey, you're back. Um... so, I will just..." Frank grabbed his pajama pants and headed back into the bathroom to change. "Frank, I'm ready to talk." Frank stopped himself from closing the door and stood there holding his pants with one hand and towel with the other. "Okay Gerard, I'm ready to listen to whatever you have to tell me.” Frank sat down on the edge of the bed and turned towards his wife. Gerard looked Frank in his eyes and took a deep breath. "I believe you, Frank, and I understand why you didn't tell me even though you should have... I know you didn't want to hurt me and I know Mikey took advantage of you just to break us up." Frank was surprised. That was not what he expected. Not at all. "Do you really believe that I never meant to do anything to hurt you? That I feel more than guilty for hurting you, especially in this way. I should not have been a coward. I should have told you the truth and taken whatever consequences you chose for me. I love you so much Gerard, I think that I would die without you." Frank sat there after speaking with tears freely falling from his eyes. He knew that he fucked up badly. He was grateful for anything that Gerard was going to give him now. "Frank..." Gerard cooed, grabbing his husband’s hand. "I know you would never intentionally hurt me. It's not your fault. I know how Mikey is.” "Yeah, but I did not want to be like all your other husbands. I wanted to be different, I wanted to show you that I cherished you and worshiped you above any other man and I failed." Gerard shook his head smiling. "No, you haven't, you'll never be my other husbands. You're too perfect. You're too kind, sweet, caring, and you know me. You got to know me as a human being, not just a housewife." "Baby, you are the perfect one for forgiving me." Frank reached out and caressed his cheek like he did before he left the room earlier. He wanted to pull Gerard to him. He wanted to kiss him and hold him, but he felt so unworthy that he did not have the right to make the first move. Gerard smiled and pressed himself against his husband. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and kissed him hard. "I love you Frankie." Frank's tears ran even more and he pulled his wife into his lap and squeezed him, circling his waist. He kissed Gerard with all the passion that he could ever want to show him. Frank never wanted to let this man go. ”I love you too Gee.” ***Time Stamp: Wednesday, September 7th*** ***Frank*** Frank fixed his tie and put his coat on. He was waiting for Gerard at the bottom of the stairs. Tonight he gave Louis the night off. He was going to drive them to their surprise destination. "Baby, you almost ready?" He held his hands behind his back concealing the gift from his wife. "Yeah, I'm ready." Gerard started to make his way down the steps, daintily, smiling as Frank watched his every move. "You're making me nervous." Gerard giggled, stepping down the last step. "You look amazing in that dress baby, but I think you are missing something." Frank pulls a box out from behind his back, and opens it for Gerard. Inside was an emerald and diamond necklace and ring. Gerard gawked at the jewelry and then looked up at Frank. "Frank, these are amazing. Can I wear them now?" "Absolutely baby." Gerard turned around, and Frank draped the necklace over the curve of his neck to hook the clasp. Then Gerard turned again and Frank slipped the ring on his finger. He kissed his hand lightly. "Ready to go love?" "Ready." Frank offered his arm to Gerard and he slipped his hand into it. Frank walked Gerard to the door where Charles handed him his coat and then Gerard’s. He helped Gerard slip his on before donning his own. "Have a good night Sir." "Thank you Charles, we will." Charles held the door as they passed through. Frank walked Gerard to the car and opened the door for him. Gerard slipped in careful to lift the train on his dress. Frank closed the door, walked around the car, and slipped in himself. He started the car and waited for Gerard to put his belt on. "Here we go baby." Gerard placed hand on Frank’s thigh and squeezed it lightly. "I'm so excited." * * * Frank drove them to the Gallery. It was well after the place was closed so he knew that Gerard would wonder why they were there. He opened the car door and helped Gerard out of the car. Gerard looked around and then turned to Frank with a confused look on his face. "What're we doing here?" "You will soon see baby." Frank kissed the top of Gerard's neck near his shoulder lightly. ”I have a treat in store for you." Gerard smiled, Frank could tell he was intrigued. "Hmm... okay then. I can't wait to find out." Frank smiled back, and walked up to the door. He produced the keys that Stan gave to him. He unlocked the door and waited until Gerard crossed the threshold before he closed the door and turned off the lights. The twinkling lights on the ceiling made it look like the stars were inside the building. "Only for you would I make the stars shine baby." Gerard giggled, looking up at the ceiling. "You, my love, are such a romantic mess." "And you love me for it and you know it." Frank laughed when Gerard nodded at that. He led him past the paintings, deeper into the gallery. When he got close to the room he stood behind Gerard and covered his eyes with his hands. "No peeking baby." "I'm not..." Frank walked Gerard forward carefully so that he did not fall. He let his wife take one more step forward and then hit the lights. The room sparkled with more twinkling lights from cascading silk on the ceiling and they caused his jewelry to sparkle even more. In the middle of the room was a simple table covered with an elegant service for two. A canister was on the side of the table with sparkling non-alcoholic strawberry champagne. "Surprise baby. Happy Anniversary." Gerard gasped, taking in the detail of the room. He allowed his eyes to skim over it all before he decided to turn around to face his husband with a massive grin on his face. "Are you serious? Frank, this is..." Gerard trailed off, turning back around to face the room and took a step forward. Frank stepped in front of him and walked over to the table. He picked up the bottle of champagne and popped the cork off. After catching the bubbles, he poured it into two glasses and handed one to Gerard. "Baby, I love you so much and after everything we went through this year, the ups and downs, and I am grateful for it all and I am so grateful for you." He clinked glasses with Gerard and after taking a sip he put his glass down and pulled out the chair to seat him. Gerard sat down, carefully, still holding his drink to his lips. He smiled when he set his drink down on the table and fluttered his lashes in Frank's direction. "I love you too, Frankie, so much and I'm looking forward to our future together." He spoke with a growing smile. Frank smiled back and sat down in his own seat. He then lifted the dome in the middle of the table and there was a tray of sushi on a block of ice carved like a dragon, a small seaweed salad, and a few pieces of sashimi. Frank picked up his chopsticks and then waited for Gerard to pick up his. They both began to eat. Gerard snuck a few glances at Frank and giggled. "You're the cutest. You hold your chopsticks so uniquely." Frank smirked and continued to eat. They fed each other a few pieces here and there and Gerard caught Frank's fingers in his mouth more than once. His tongue swirled around catching every bit of rice possible. This made Frank groan and smile at the same time.When dinner was over Frank excused himself and walked to the table near the picture window. He brought over a small domed tray and placed it in front of Gerard. He lifted off the cover and in front of Gerard was a perfect strawberry tart. "For you my love. I only wish that it was as perfect as you and tasted just as good." Frank leaned over and kissed Gerard, lightly pushing him against the back of the chair. He licked the bottom of his lip and Gerard parted his own to let Frank slide his tongue in. Gerard pressed his hands gently into Frank's hair and allowed Frank to dominate the kiss. He moaned against his husband’s mouth, and when they parted Gerard blinked at him, and Frank smirked. "Not so fast baby, finish your dessert first, and then you will get your real surprise." Frank moved away, but instead of going to sit down at the table across from Gerard he left the room. He walked into the adjacent room and checked his black bag. He pulled out the strap and lay it down on the desk. He then made sure that the fire was well tended to so that the lights would dance over Gerard's body. He smiled as the silver of the rings glinted with orange and yellow. He returned to the room to see Gerard popping the last of the tart into his mouth. "Ready for your next surprise?" Gerard smirked at his husband, getting up from his seat. He reached out for Frank’s crooked tie and centered it with delicate fingers. He was not able to hide the excitement in his voice. "Ready." Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out a silk eye mask. He gently placed it over Gerard's eyes. "No peeking again my love." Frank went behind Gerard and pulled the cuffs out of his back pocket. He brought Gerard's hands gently behind him and placed the velvet lined cuffs onto his wrists just tight enough for him to know they were there. "Now, you are going to listen to everything that I say. You are not going to speak unless I tell you to, and you will be punished for breaking these two rules. Do I make myself clear?" Gerard nodded, suppressing the massive groan trying to escape his lips. Frank was pleased by his reaction, even though he could not hear it. "Good girl, you are learning already." Frank ran a hand up the side of Gerard's dress. It was long, flowy, with an open back, perfect for his plans. He ran his tongue up the exposed skin and felt Gerard shiver. "Now walk forward till I tell you to stop." Gerard obeyed and did so until they got to the doorway. Frank reminded Gerard to step up a little over the small threshold. He then led him to the adjacent room. He walked him in, and stopped him when they got in front of the fireplace. He released the clasp between the two cuffs. He brought one hand to the mantle on the fireplace. "Now place the other hand on the other side, and stay there." Frank left Gerard, and walked to the table. He picked up the strap and smiled at it then walked back over to his wife. "Answer me Gee, are you ready to continue?" "Yes, Frankie." Frank smiled. He would never continue without Gerard's permission. That is not the kind of marriage they had. Frank walked behind Gerard and opened up the button at the top of the dress. He pushed the sleeves down to his wrists. He slipped the velvet lined collar around Gerard's neck and then ran the strap down his back making sure it was straight. "Now bring your hands back to me again." Gerard did as he was told and Frank hooked each cuff to the bottom ring and then clasped them together. He walked around to the front of Gerard and saw the top half of his chest exposed, but he wanted to see more. He made Gerard jump when he heard a small *shink* from the pocket knife he opened up. Frank reached up and slip it down Gerard's chest. "I will buy you a new one." In one motion he cut the front of the dress away so that it fell to the sides. He could see Gerard's excitement as his skin beaded up with sweat from the heat of the fire and his cock was pushing the front of the sheer dress out. Frank reached down and caressed it. "Let me hear you baby, let me hear you moan for me." ***Gerard*** Gerard's voice was caught in his throat. He was excited and nervous at the same time. He couldn't contain himself. He hung his head forward and released a low pitched moan, pressing his hips forward into Frank’s touch. He was unbelievably turned on, and in that moment he realized this is exactly what turned him on the most. His husband completely in control, leaving him powerless… It's why he agreed to be a housewife in the first place. He loved being dominated. "That's it, good girl." Frank helped Gerard walk to the sofa. "Oh your knees pretty girl." Gerard awkwardly climbed onto the sofa and pressed his chest to the back. Frank lifted up the back of his dress Gerard knew he was taking a moment to admire his perfect ass. It was surrounded by the garter belt and stockings that had become a favorite or Frank's since New Years. He was wearing no underwear this time though. "Fucking perfect." Gerard smiled from ear to ear and giggled. He wiggled his ass a bit teasingly "Like what you see?" A loud smack resonated in the room shattering the quiet. Gerard cried out and it sounded so sweet. "Did I not tell you to speak unless you were told? Now I have to punish you. Count off for me." Frank began a rhythmic spanking, alternating on each cheek. Gerard hissed out in pain. He counted all the way up to ten and then Frank stopped. Gerard was a sweating, trembling mess now. He wanted more. "Is that all?" He choked out his words and braced himself for more spanking. "Why do you want more? Do you like being punished?" ***Gerard & Frank*** Frank caressed the warm red flesh. He could feel the excitement in the way Gerard moved under his touch. He was hard now, not that he was not before, but now you could probably break concrete with his cock. He pushed it against his wife's bare ass. "Do you want more, or do you want this?" Gerard whimpered, nodding his head as best he could with the neck restraint "I want... I want both." He spoke breathless, pressing his ass back against his husband’s bulge. "Well, I like to think of myself as a multi-tasker so your wish will be granted." Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out the small bottle of lube. He squirted some on his fingers and pushed them between Gerard's cheeks, playing with his opening lightly. He felt Gerard rock back against them. Frank then pushed in and began to aim for his prostate. "How's that baby, you like that? Does it feel good?" "S-So good..." Gerard continued to whine breathlessly. He wanted more than Frank’s fingers. He wanted to be filled and fucked. "Frank, c'mon... c'mon." Gerard begged as Frank worked his slick fingers against his spot. "Love to hear you beg baby." Frank wiggled his fingers more as Gerard moaned, and begged more. With his other hand he opened his own pants and pushed them down to his thighs. He moved onto the sofa behind his wife, and pulled his fingers out. He gripped his hips and slowly pushed into the heat. "God baby, you feel so fucking good!" Gerard was so lost in his own head that he hadn't paid attention to what Frank was saying. He was in pure bliss, arching his back and pushing his ass up to take Frank deeper. He wasn't going to last, but he really wanted to. He wanted it to last forever. ”More, please more.” Frank was too close already. The teasing and listening to the sounds coming from Gerard's mouth were too much for him. He wanted to make Gerard cum without touching him. He angled at his prostate and increased his speed. He was determined to cum at the same time. Frank reached up and grabbed two of the rings and pulled Gerard back against his chest. He felt Gerard scrambling to grab at him with his captured hands. It felt good to feel him sliding his fingers and nails along his stomach. At one point he reached lower and brushed against his shaft as it moved out of his ass. That was pretty much it for Frank. He thrusted directly on Gerard's prostate a few more times and heard Gerard cry out as he shook and came. At the same time Frank felt his body let go of his cum and fill his wife up. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Gerard was nearly sobbing by the time his orgasm washed over him. He felt like he was going to black out from the pleasure. He managed not to. Thank goodness, for Frank’s sake. "Holy... Shit." Gerard panted, slumping forward. Frank undid the cuffs and removed the eye mask then wrapped his arms around Gerard, pulling him off the back of the sofa. He cradled him in his arms and kissed him softly. "You alright baby?" Gerard kissed him back. "Never better." He smiled adoringly at his husband. "Happy Anniversary Gerard Iero" "Happy Anniversary to you too, Frank Iero." Frank hugged Gerard tightly. He continued to kiss him gently as his body relaxed in his arms until he was almost asleep. He kissed his head and settled in for the evening. Frank knew that Stan would understand that they slept there. As he drifted off he thought about everything that happened to him in the past year. Finding this amazing man in the most unlikely place. Meeting each other's families. Helping him get clean. Handling Frank's sudden outbursts. Even his fucked up brother. All this just made them stronger. He knew that he never wanted to let this man go. If he did he would regret it for the rest of his miserable life. Frank kissed the top of his head again and fell into a content slumber. Chapter End Notes Just a little fun fact here: Last night ***Digdeepenough*** and I were having a discussion about her fic Moral-less, which is amazing so go fucking read it, and the different characters and she said; "I don't think HW!Frank would be able to handle ML!Gerard lol" Now that sounded like a challenge to me and you know I had to defend our Frankie here so we did a little crossover roleplay and of course Frankie won. Was there any doubt? *smirk* ^0^ Anyway, let me know if you guys would like to see it. It might amuse you. ^-^ ***** Before The Recovery ***** Chapter Summary Gerard's past catches up to him ********WARNING********* This chapter has intense scenes and may contain triggers. please read with caution and an open mind. Chapter Notes Hey everyone! Wow, so ***Digdeepenough*** and I was doing the math and we only have about five or six more chapters on this fic! We were shocked too! @~@ All right, so the first year is up for our favorite couple and they managed to survive the tricks of Gerard's evil brother so happy ending yay? If only it was that easy. So now we are going to start skipping around. Pay attention to the Time Stamps so that you do not get confused. This chapter starts out just after the second year of marriage. Please Enjoy and keep an open mind that we write what we do because we have to, not because we always enjoy it. ^-^ Oh and this chapter contains no pictures which will make sense as you read. ***Time Stamp: Wednesday, November 4th: Second Year*** ***Spencer*** "I thought you said this was going to be easy!" Spencer sat on the floor of Gerard and Frank's bedroom surrounded by wooden pieces, screws, nuts, and tools they had no idea how to even use. What made them think that they would be able to put this vanity together without their husbands. "Let's just give up Gee baby, please?" Gerard huffed, shaking his head sternly. "You really wanna give up already? We finally laid everything out!" He whined, grabbing the allen wrench and fiddled with it. "Do you even know what to stick that in!?" Spencer watched as Gerard turned the directions upside down thinking that it was the French side. "Gee, please, can we just wait for the boys to get back?" He smirked and pushed some of the wood pieces out of the way. "I can make it worth your while." Gerard faux gasped, pressing his hand to his chest in shock. "You really think you can pull that on me, Mrs. Wentz?" "Oh, and I can do more than pull." Spencer crawled into Gerard's lap and pressed his face into his neck. He ran his tongue up to his ear and nibbled on the earlobe. He whispered with bated breath. ”Why don't you show me what tool you like to work with and let me see if it fits instead." Gerard giggled and wrapped his arms around his friend’s waist. " "If the guys show up, and see us you know they'll get jealous and want in, right?" "Oh Pete wants in anyway. Wouldn't matter whether he caught us or not. I swear he is still jerking off to the fun we had on the boat trip in the summer. I am sure he has tried to convince Frank to do it again." Gerard nuzzled the crook of Spencer's neck, and let out a breathy laugh. "So persistent, isn't he? If Frank says yes I'm down. Your husband’s cock is grade A, Spence." Gerard was getting excited just thinking about it. "Well I have to agree with you there, but I think yours is pretty amazing too and right now, Pete is not here, but you are." Spencer reached down and palmed Gerard through his lounge pants. With the thin material, it was not long till he was tenting in them pretty well. "Mmm, Gee baby, I think you would be more comfortable if you were in something more comfortable... like me." Gerard was just about to do just that, but his attention was stolen by Spencer's cell going off. "Gonna get that?" ***Gerard*** Spencer huffed and climbed off of Gerard. He grabbed his hoodie and pulled his phone out. "Pete if this is you, I am going to fuck you up for what you just interrup... oh, hey Ryan!" Spencer smiled from ear to ear. He began to converse and giggle at the person on the other line. Gerard rose a brow at how Spencer was talking to this 'Ryan'... He usually only talked to Gerard like that. "I don't mean to interrupt, but... We were in the middle of something." Gerard knew he sounded snobbish. He wanted nothing more than to snatch Spencer's phone out of his hand and end the call abruptly, but he knew he shouldn't. Even he wasn't that rude. "Oh man, sorry Gee baby, Ryan just got back from Europe and this is the first time I have heard from him all summer." Spencer turned his back on Gerard and continued to talk to Ryan, laughing and smiling in a way that only Gerard used to see. "Oh, well yeah, I don’t see why not and hey, you're good at handy stuff, let me ask." Spencer pulled away from the phone and turned back to Gerard smiling. Fuck, he was practically glowing. "Hey Gee baby, Ryan is close by in town. Can he come over? He can help us out with the vanity, he is very handy with tools." Spencer arched an eyebrow at this statement. Gerard shrugged, rolling his eyes. "Sure, okay... Whatever." Spencer missed the sarcasm in his voice as he turned back to the phone. "Yeah, he said alright. I can't wait to see you too Ry. Mmm hmm, missed you too baby. Loves, bye." Spencer hung up the phone and sighed as he leaned against the wall. "Wait till you meet him Gee baby. You are going to love him.” "Is he hot?" Gerard flicked his fringe out of his eyes. "Mmmm, you could say that. He has this boyish face that does not seem to age. Gee, the things he can do with his tongue, oh my God!" Gerard giggled. "God, Spence... Let me see the kid first." It was not long after that they heard the doorbell. Spencer squealed and ran out of the bedroom then down the stairs. Gerard followed him, but he was no match. Gerard made it to the top of the stairs as Spencer tore open the door ahead of Charles. "Ry baby!" "Jamie, my love." Gerard bristled to hear Spencer’s middle name. He watched as the two men embraced and felt the heat of jealousy rising to the surface. Spencer took Ryan's hand and walked him through the living room to the bottom of the stairs. He looked up at Gerard and smiled. "Gee baby, meet Ryan Fuchon. Ry, this is the famous Gerard Iero." Ryan let go of Spencer hand and bowed with his arms out while smiling brightly. "My lady, it is an honor to meet you." Gerard smiled weakly. "Nice to meet you too. I can't believe we've never met before." He really hated to admit it, but Ryan was so cute and charming. Ryan stood up and brought his hands together with his fingers laced. He cracked his knuckles and shook them out. "Now ladies, why don't you show me this pesky vanity that has you all upset, and let me see if I cannot tame it into submission." Ryan smirked when he said this and Spencer blushed. "I can tell you something that you can tame Ry." "Why Spencer Wentz, this is no time to be thinking with your cock. Come on, lead the way Mrs. Iero." Gerard laughed then took Ryan and Spencer's arm. He showed them upstairs to his bedroom, and untangled himself from their limbs once they were in. "Work your magic. God knows Spencer and I are the worst at this kinda thing." Gerard chuckled, plopping down on his bed. Ryan looked at the mess on the floor. He picked up the directions and crumbled them into a ball. He dropped them on his foot and hackisacked it into the garbage can near Gerard's side of the bed. He then picked up the allen wrenches. "Stupid pieces of shit. Waste of fucking time." He tossed them into the garbage as well like he was dunking a basketball. He then picked up the screwdriver and twirled it in his fingers like a baton. "Well now, let's get to work shall we?" * * * It was more beautiful than it looked in the catalog. It took Ryan less than an hour to completely assemble the vanity, including the mirror, and set in it the location that Gerard wanted it in the bedroom. Ryan was sweating when he was working and had been without a shirt for the last fifteen minutes. He did not look like your typical House Wife either. He had muscle definition, and Spencer could not stop staring when they flexed as he worked the different tools that were needed to put the piece of furniture together. "So ladies, there you go. Now what?" "Thanks a bunch, Ryan." Gerard mentally slapped himself. "Oh, y'know what? I forgot to ask you... Would you like a drink?" Poor Ryan must've been parched. "Thanks sweetheart, I could definitely go for something wet sliding down my throat right about now." Gerard winked at him and then pushed Spencer in his direction. "Spence can take care of that. I'll get make us some screwdrivers." He giggled, starting to leave the bedroom. Gerard was quick with making the drinks, and when he came back up he kicked the door open gently then set the tray of drinks on his new vanity. "Stop fooling around and come get your beverages." Gerard scolded the two men making out on his and Frank's bed. Honestly, he didn't want them to stop, but they needed to have a celebratory drink. Gerard smiled as the men joined him, and he held his drink in the air. "To Ryan and his handy skills." Ryan smirked at Gerard's bravado. "Oh honey, you have no idea how handy I can be." After taking a sip of his drink he put it down, and began to walk towards Gerard, causing Gerard to step back till he was against the wall. Ryan brought a hand up to Gerard's face then ran one finger down his cheek. "Would you like me to show you?" Spencer quickly put his drink down, stepped up to Ryan, grabbed his hand, and pulled it and Ryan away from Gerard. "Ah ah ah Ry, you can look, but you can't touch. Frankie does not share Gerard with just anyone." Ryan pouted and huffed. "Not fair, I wanted a taste. So who is going to pay me for my services then?" Now it was Spencer's turn to smirk. He moved around to the front of Ryan, and touched his bottom lip with his finger. "I said you can't touch him, but you can watch." Spencer turned from Ryan to face Gerard. He took Ryan's place and pushed against Gerard, running a hand down his chest. "So Gee baby, shall we give the hardworking man a show?" Gerard looked between Spencer and Ryan with a smirk on his face. He grabbed Spencer by his jaw aggressively, and pulled him into a hard kiss that quickly escalated into a heated make out session. He could feel Ryan's eyes on them and that made everything so much hotter. He couldn't believe how turned on he was becoming from being watched by a House Wife he'd just met today. Spencer's thigh found his bulge, and he moaned out against Spencer's lips. "God, you two are hot together!" Ryan swallowed hard. Speaking of hard, he certainly was. He caught Gerard's gaze over Spencer's shoulder and raised his eyebrows at him, like Frank does. He stepped up and pressed himself into Spencer's back causing him to moan into Gerard's neck and bite down. "I may not be able to touch you, but I can certainly touch him and if he happens to be touching you at the same time, well then we are all happy aren't we." Spencer came up from where he buried his head. "We really need to move this to the bed now. I need to get fucked." ***Frank*** "Fuckkkk!" Pete shouted, hopping out of the limo as Louis opened the door for him. "That meeting fucking dragged, didn't it?" Frank stretched his arms cracking his elbows in the process. "Yeah, but it is for a good cause. After all the bullshit that kids go through in school with bullying, it is important to get the word out about them and The Tune Outs are big into it. I am so glad they said they would do it." Frank laughed and elbowed Pete lightly in the ribs. "It also helped that they found out that Wentz Catering was in charge of the food. I think they would have agreed to perform for a pissing contest if they got to eat your food." "Psssh... says you." Pete smirked, elbowing Frank right back. "I wonder what our wives are up to...?" Pete's smirk grew larger as they entered through the front door. "Well, I know that Gee got the vanity he saw online delivered so maybe they are setting it up?" Frank had to chuckle about that. Gerard was handy in the kitchen, with the kids, and definitely in the bedroom, but with furniture? He could not see that. "Setting it up? You mean... Gerard and Spencer are..." He trailed off. No. That didn't sound right at all. "Dude, we gotta go up there and see that shit. There's no fucking way that thing is being built by those two girly girls." Pete laughed, charging for the staircase. Frank laughed at Pete's enthusiasm and ran up the stairs too, but stopped short when he ran into Pete's back. He was just shy of the door. "Hey Pete what gives? Why did you..." Frank heard it then, It was a low moan and it was the voice of Spencer. Then came the sound of his wife groaning and he started to smile until he heard a voice he did not know. "Christ, keep fucking doing that Gee!" Frank growled low in his throat. Someone else was in his bedroom with his wife. "Whoa... Is that... Ryan?" Pete whispered, looking at Frank. "I didn't know he knew Gerard." Pete peeked his eye in the crack in the door. "We need to get in on this." Frank grabbed Pete and hauled him across the hallway into his study. He pushed Pete into the chair and blocked him from leaving. "The only thing we have to do, meaning you, is explain to me who the fuck is Ryan and why he is with my wife! I do not share Peter and you know this! I made an exception for Spencer because I understand, and every once in a while I let you join in because you understand the rules, but you know my number one rule... No one touches my property!" Frank pushed Pete away hard enough to make the chair roll across the room from the desk. He ran a hand through his hair. He could still hear the noises of ecstasy through the walls. He could not believe that Gerard would just let someone else touch him like that, and that Spencer did not try to stop him! Frank's only thought process is that they all have to be drunk. He muttered out loud about it. "If they are, I will throw all the fucking alcohol out of the house, after I do the same to this Ryan fuck head!" Pete stared at his best friend, wide eyed. "Ryan isn't touching him... Man, you flip out way too soon. Check it out for yourself. Go ahead. Take a peek drama queen." Frank was about to retort when the noise level from the other room grew again. Frank huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine, but if I do not like what I see, Ryan is going to have a hard time seeing with two black eyes and a broken cock." Frank walked across the hall and took a deep breath in as he approached the door. He opened it up a crack and took a peek. Frank gasped at the scene before him. He had a side view of his wife fucking Spencer and the other guy, Ryan, was all over Spencer, but he was not touching Gerard. Not even his hands. Gerard's hands remained on Spencer's hips digging in clearly, but Ryan had one hand on Spencer's cock and the other around his neck. "Fuck Jamie, you look so hot with Gee's cock inside. You're just begging to be fucked aren’t you." "Fuck yes Ry, oh God Gee baby, faster, harder please!" Pete came up behind Frank he leaned over him and Frank could feel his cock against his leg. "Let's get our asses in there... Like right now." He was practically drooling as the sounds from the bedroom continued to pour out through the slightly open door. Frank was still frozen. He had never seen Gerard with Spencer before. Even in the group sex that they had with Pete, he and Pete have always been the tops. He was not sure how to handle this situation. "Not this way, come on, I have an idea." Frank grabbed Pete and dragged him protesting down the stairs. They got to the bottom and Frank shouted up. "HEY BABY, I’M BACK AND I BROUGHT PETE WITH ME. HOPE YOU'RE DECENT BECAUSE WE'RE COMING UP." Frank looked at Pete who had a puzzled look on his face. "This way if they want to be 'caught' it will be their choice. Remember Gerard is used to being punished for doing what he wants. I don’t want to ruin the moment for him." Pete nodded in understanding. Meanwhile, Frank waited to see if they would get an answer before ascending the stairs. ***Gerard*** Frank's voice boomed through his ears as he came hard inside his friend. "F-fuck..." Gerard gasped, pulling out of Spencer. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He sat up quickly. He had no idea why he was freaking out... Well, maybe because his husband was home and he was fucking his friend with a man he'd just met today watching them. He didn't know how that would sit with Frank, It could either go very, very wrong or just right. No in between for this situation. Spencer was a wreck, but even he could tell that Gerard was freaking out. He pushed away from Ryan and turned to Gerard pulling him to his chest. "Gee, easy easy, relax, fuck I can't believe I can move after that. We were not breaking any rules remember? Ryan did not touch you at all and you did not touch him. Just chill." Spencer got up wincing a little. He shook it off, and went to Gerard and Frank's closet. He grabbed three robes and tossed one to Ryan. He took one then put it on, and then he helped Gerard put on the other. Gerard was shaking a bit and Spencer asked Ryan to sooth him. He then tied his sash and went out to greet the boys. "Who is that I hear yelling to wake the dead out here?" Frank smirked when he saw Spencer. He had that freshly fucked look and he had the telltale slight limp of a good fuck too. Frank could not help but smile. Spencer was clearly doing damage control. He knew that Gerard would freak out. He mentally congratulated himself for doing this instead of barging in. "Well hey there sunshine. You and Gerard having fun?" "Mmmm, you could say that. Hey big daddy." Pete chuckled as he made his way up the stairs, and embraced his wife. "Do I look like Howard to you?" Spencer smirked and played with Pete's tie. "No, that is why I called you 'big' daddy." "Oh shit, that's harsh." "Yeah, well you've seen Pete, you tell me if I’m wrong." Frank chuckled and continued down the hall with Pete and Spencer hand in hand behind him. He stopped at the bedroom door and walked in. Gerard was sitting on the bed looking nervous as hell, his skin was flush from the sex that he had just engaged in too. The other guy was sitting there filing his fucking nails. "Hey baby, I see you got the vanity together." Gerard released a nervous chuckle and shook his head. "All thanks to Ryan here." Frank looked over at the boy next to his wife. He was now looking at his nails as they shined in the light. He stood up and presented his hand with a limp wrist. "Hey there, I'm Ryan Fuchon. Wife of the famous French Painter, and occasional fuck toy for Pete and Spencer." Frank stood in shock at the introduction he gave. He looked at Gerard, but Gerard was just as shocked. He looked back at Ryan who still held his hand out. Frank barked out a laugh and then took the boy's hand and kissed it. Ryan stepped into his personal space and kissed both cheeks. He then pushed past Frank and went into Pete's arms. Pete pulled the boy in, and kissed him passionately. "You taste like my Spence. Delicious." Gerard looked at Frank, batting his lashes at him innocently. He caught his husband’s eye, and something sparked. Something good. Thank goodness. Frank ignored the scene behind him and knelt down in front of Gerard. "I missed you baby. You look good. Did you and Spencer have a hard time with the vanity?" Gerard nodded then pulled Frank's hands to his thighs, and he spread them slightly. He giggled, winking. "We got distracted." Frank kneaded the supple flesh now under his hand. It still had the slightly blushed color from his and Spencer's tryst. "Oh? Distracted huh? But I see it is together now, so it cannot have been much of a distraction." Frank leaned in and brushed his nose lightly against Gerard's neck nuzzling him and breathing in the scent of sex from his skin. "Mmm..." Was all Gerard could say as Frank inhaled near the sensitive spot on the crook of his neck. Frank licked the area enjoying feeling his wife shudder under him. He still wanted an answer though. He reached up and whispered in his ear as he moved his hand from the top of his thigh to the inside. "You didn't answer me baby, how did the vanity get put together?" Frank made it clear that he would stop if Gerard did not use words. "R-Ryan... H-he did it all." Gerard stammered, his eyes landed on Ryan who was now paying attention to him and Frank. Spencer was leaning on Pete's shoulder as he held Ryan in the other arm. The three of them were fixated on how easily Gerard succumbed to Frank's touch. Ryan whispered something into Pete's ear. "Oh yeah, Frankie has always been that good. Ask Spencer." Ryan looked at Spencer and asked the same question. "I have to say that even with Pete, I do not melt as fast as I do when Frankie touches me. It is as if he knows what your body wants before you do and..." The air was suddenly filled with a long low moan spilling from Gerard's mouth as in the split second that they had looked away, Frank had gone down on Gerard. Gerard's hands were tangled in Frank’s hair and he was tugging on his husband’s locks for dear life. He completely blocked everyone else out. The only thing he can focus on is Frank’s wet, warm mouth all over his cock. "Well, I say, they do put on a good show don't they?" Pete could feel Ryan rubbing against his thigh, his cock growing hard as they continued to watch what was going on. He felt Ryan sink to his knees as Spencer undid the buckle on his pants. He kissed his wife as Ryan finished the rest then pulled Pete's cock out. He engulfed it in his mouth as Spencer continued to kiss him. The room was filled with the sounds of both Frank and Ryan lavishing attention on their prospective interests. Gerard finally diverted his attention to the other men and smirked. "Oh god, guys..." Gerard gnawed down on his bottom lip to stifle his moans. He released Frank’s hair and urged his husband off of his cock. "Get naked." Gerard was urgently, tugging up Frank's dress shirt. Frank began to remove his jacket with Gerard's help. He loosened his tie and pulled it off. He looked at it and then wiggled his eyebrows at Gerard. Frank knocked Gerard back, looped the tie around his wrists, and tightened it down. He then untied Gerard's sash leaving him completely exposed. He felt someone press against his back, and when the hand that covered his chest had a bright blue diamond ring on it, he knew who it was. "Awww Frankie, are you unwrapping a present for yourself?" "Yeah Spencer, what do you think?" Spencer crossed in front of Frank, and bent over, crawling on the bed. He sat on Gerard’s chest and removed his own robe exposing his creamy back to Frank. "I think he needs a gag too. Hey Gee baby, can you think of anything you would like to be gagged with?" Spencer hit Gerard in the face twice with his cock. Gerard whined and opened his mouth willingly. He couldn't believe this was happening again... Actually, yes he can. They were all too horny for their own good, but this time was different. Ryan was there and Gerard was excited to see how far they'll take it. Frank was riveted, watching Gerard take Spencer in. Spencer leaned forward on all fours and began to thrust his hips forward. "Hey Frankie, I could use some assistance here." Frank turned around and saw Ryan going to town on Pete's cock. He stepped up cautiously avoiding Ryan. "It looks like you are already being taken care of Petey." Pete looked at where Frank was standing and pulled him in closer. He grabbed Frank's hand and placed it on Ryan's head. "Relax Frankie. Fuchon put me in charge of Ryan while he is abroad. He knows that I would never put Ryan in any danger, and he is a believer in sharing like me. Besides, Ryan is really good at this, not as good as you of course, but..." At that comment Ryan pulled off Pete and pouted. "Hey, what is that supposed to mean Lewie?" "Lewie?" "Yeah, Ryan has a thing for middle names as a term of endearment." "Lewie, you did not answer me." Pete looked down at Ryan and cupped his chin lightly. "Sorry Ry, but Frankie here is the best, hands down." Ryan stood up and folded his arms against his chest. "I find that hard to believe. Care to put your money where your mouth is Mr. Iero?" Frank smirked. "I am always up for proving my skill set. Shall we go to the bed?" Pete led Ryan to the bed with his still hard cock sticking out of his pants. Frank had Ryan lay down in the space above where Gerard was in a T shape. He pulled open his robe and whistled. "Well that is an impressive looked piece you have there." Ryan smiled and rested his hands behind his head to elevate a bit. "Let's see yours then." Frank opened his pants up and pulled his cock out and Ryan gasped. Gerard gagged around Spencer and his eyes watered. "Fuck..." He groaned as Spencer pulled out of his mouth. "Someone... Please just fuck me already... Peter." Gerard called out as Spencer turned around and took Gerard into his mouth. "I thought you would never ask babe." Pete finished removing his suit and stood in front of Gerard. Frank handed him the warming lube. "Thanks Frankie." "No problem Petey, now if you will excuse, me I need to teach a little boy how a man does it." Frank crawled up on the bed then turned his body so that he was faced with Ryan's cock, and Ryan with his. "Ready Ryan?" "You bet." "On the count of three, one two..." Frank did not finish the count as he plunged down on Ryan's cock to the base. Ryan cried out and Pete smirked. "No contest there. Spencer love, finish getting Gee ready for me won't you?" Spencer took the flavored warming lube and spread some on his fingers and then his tongue. He worked his way down and used both on Gerard. Gerard's hips flew up and he moaned loudly. "F-fuck, Spence... fffuuucckkk." Spencer finished prepping him, and came up for air only to be kissed by Pete, who licked all the lube off his face. The whole time Pete had been stroking his cock slowly with the lube as he watched Ryan attempt to best Frank, and gratefully fail as he cried out and came. Frank pulled off of him and smiled triumphantly. "Game, set, match." "*pant pant* Fuck you! Oh *gasp* my *wheeze* God, that was just... I need..." Spencer pulled away from Gerard then moved to where Frank and Ryan were. "Hey Frankie, how about I fuck Ry and you fuck me?" "I am always up to getting in that tight ass of yours Spencer." Spencer blushed at the compliment but then his attention was slightly caught as Gerard gasped out when Pete pushed into him slowly. ***Pete*** "P-Pete... Oh god. Don't be gentle, okay?" Gerard ground against Pete's gentle, deep thrusts. "Mmmm, you got it babe." Pete gripped Gerard tightly around the waist, and lifted him off the bed. He sat in his place, and kept him on his lap. He fucked up into him and Gerard looped his tied hands around Pete's neck. The sounds of Frank, his wife, and Ryan filled the room along with the sound of skin on skin. "Ah, ah, ah, ah..." Gerard panted, pressing his face into the crook of Pete's shoulder. "R-right there, b-baby." Gerard gasped and puckered his lips along Pete's jaw. He trailed moist kisses along the older man’s scruffy chin and cheek until his mouth connected with his. Pete could feel that a spark was running through Gerard’s entire body. Gerard tore his lips from Pete's and threw his head back, exposing his sweaty, pale throat. "You have no idea how good you look right now babe. All slicked up with sweat, you're fucking glowing." Pete moved Gerard's hands from his neck and untied them. He then reclined himself so that his head was on Ryan's stomach, and he could see Spencer fucking him fast as Frank plowed into him. Pete looked back up as Gerard sat up tall, glistening in the low lamp light of the room. He placed his hands on Pete's chest and used them to push off, really riding him now. Gerard giggled in between moans as he looked down at Pete's red face and open mouth. He even had sweat dripping down his forehead. "So fucking hot, Pete... Fuck yeah." Pete gripped his hips tightly and met each thrust that Gerard gave him. It was that moment that he realized that he had broken Frank's and his agreement of using protection. He looked over at Frank who had his head thrown back and his mouth open. His eyes were tightly shut as he slammed into Spencer, making Spencer cry out each time. He noticed through movements that Frank had forgotten too. Well fuck it, he knew that he was clean, and had nothing to worry about with the man that was currently making it hard for him to have any coherent thoughts. So Pete turned his attention back, and put everything he had into his little song bird. "Mmm Babe, fuck you look... Hang on." Pete tightened his grip and flipped Gerard over again onto his hands and knees. He let Gerard crawl up the bed a bit and then pushed back in. He now had a view of Spencer kissing Ryan, their tongues intertwining. Spencer broke the kiss from Ryan and turned to kiss Gerard. Gerard lifted a hand off the bed and pushed his hand into Spencer's hair. Ryan leaned in again, and the kiss became a three way. At this point Pete was sure that Frank did not care about Ryan touching Gerard. Gerard was losing it now. He closed his eyes tightly and came all over his sheets, moaning and groaning, and still pressing back against Pete's thrusts against his spot. "Oh god." Gerard gasped, dropping his face into Ryan’s body as he rode out his orgasm. "Oh fuck me nnngghhaaa!" Spencer came hard in Ryan and followed just as quickly by Frank. The three collapsed into a sweaty pile. Pete was still thrusting away in Gerard having started last. In everything, he noticed that Ryan was still hard, and had not cum yet. Spencer had pulled out already and was arched up kissing Frank. Pete looked down at Gerard and grabbed him by the hair not missing a thrust. "Hey babe, poor Ry has not gotten off yet. Why don’t you be a good girl and help him out." Gerard arched his back and whimpered loudly. "W-what?" . Pete knew that Gerard liked to be dominated the best so he pulled harder on his hair and growled in his ear. "I want you to suck Ryan off and make him cum like a good girl. Make sure you get it all over your face too." Pete pushed Gerard's head down and towards Ryan's cock. He looked over at Frank and his wife, and saw that Frank nodded with lazy approval. Gerard took his time with Ryan. He wanted to give the worn out men a show. He pressed the pucker of his lips against the head of Ryan's cock and he sucked on it gently, almost like he was sucking on a lollipop. He started to take himself further, but still very slowly. Pete's thrusts turned jerky and he knew he was coming soon. Gerard picked up the pace and bobbed his head up and down quickly in Ryan's lap. Frank was too fucked out to care at this point and Pete knew it. Perhaps later he would have words with him, but he sat with Spencer resting against his chest as he lazily watched his wife getting fucked while he sucked off another wife. "Jesus Gerard, your fucking mouth. Shit where did you learn to do that with your tongue?" Ryan babbled as Gerard sucked him expertly. The show was incredible and Pete reached around and felt that Gerard was hard again. So quickly too. He had an awesome idea then. He pulled Gerard's hair again and yanked him off of Ryan. "Fuck Lewie, why did you do that?" "Move your ass over here Ry, Gee is going to fuck you now." Ryan sat up and smiled. Pete pulled Gerard to his chest while still fucking him. Gerard was a mess. Ryan moved between Gerard's legs and Pete dropped him back down onto Ryan. He then looked over at Frank and saw that Spencer was stroking him again. He too was getting hard watching the scene before him. Pete was sure that Gerard couldn't believe Frank was actually letting him fuck Ryan. He's pretty sure the main reason is because he's too turned on and exhausted to care. Gerard's hips started to move once he was completely pressed into Ryan and threw his head back, catching Pete's shoulder. "F-fuuuckkk... Oh fuck, fuck me." Gerard whimpered and shivered when Pete ran his hands up and down his hips. "That's it babe, get a good rhythm going. Nice and easy." Pete helped thrusting into Gerard at the same time he thrusted into Ryan. They moved in one symbiotic motion. Ryan was panting and cursing, but then his comments were muffled. Pete opened his eyes to see that Frank had thrusted his cock into Ryan's mouth and kissing Gerard. Spencer was between their bodies sucking Ryan again. Pete also noticed that Frank was fisting Spencer's cock, and Gerard had worked two fingers in his ass. They were all connected in some form and that is what set Pete off. "Oh for the fucking love of ahhhhhhhh!" Pete came like a freight train into Gerard and his bucking made Gerard cry out a muffled scream into Frank's mouth as he came in Ryan. Ryan tightened up on Frank as Spencer made him cum and he drank it down. Frank then came, but he pulled out and striped all three wives with his cum. Finally Spencer came in Frank's fist when Gerard pushed on his prostate. All five men collapsed in a sweaty pile. "You guys..." Gerard was practically breathless. "That was... Wow." Frank gathered his wife in his arms. He pulled him to the top of the bed and tucked them into the sheets. Pete gathered Spencer on one side of him and Ryan on the other. He tucked them into the other side of the bed. As they settled in Ryan turned to Frank. "Thank you for trusting me with your wife." Frank smiled sleepily at the young wife. He caressed his cheek and kissed his forehead. "Thank you for obeying the rules." Frank pulled Gerard onto his chest and caressed his hair as they all settled in for a much needed nap. As he was drifting off he heard Ryan ask Pete a question. "So Anthony and Arthur huh?" ***Time Stamp: Monday, November 9th*** Kent was listening to his wife prattle on. He was beginning to get a headache now. It seemed strange to him how much she had changed in the last year. She went from being mousy and quiet to outgoing and well… Very much not the woman he married. He wondered if it meant he had to stop sneaking around, but she was still clueless to what kind of guy he was. ”Yes yea, I will. I promise. Okay Gee, see you later.” Kent watched her end the call and sigh. She mumbled something under her breath, and Kent finally caught a word. He got up and went over to her. ”Hey, that sounded like a fun call, were you talking to your friend Gee again?” ”Yes, oh honey, I am so happy he came to work with us at the Gallery.” ”Yeah, and… wait, it’s a he?” ”Yeah, I never told you? Oh, well no worries sweetheart, he’s gay.” ”Well I did not think you were going to leave me for another now.” ”Never, I have the greatest husband in the world, except that he can never make it to events with me.” ”I am so sorry kitten, it’s just this new job is different than the old one and…” ”I know, I know, there are no set hours. *sigh* I just miss you.” ”Of course you do kitten and I miss you, but tell me more about this friend of yours.” ***Time Stamp: Tuesday, November 10th*** Kent had just finished having lunch with his wife, and dropping her off. He looked at the time and waited. Sure enough a car pulled up, and one Gerard Iero got out of it. Frank followed him and the two kissed before Frank slapped Gerard’s perfect ass and he went into the Gallery. He couldn’t believe that Gerard had been right under his nose all a long. It now explained the change in Kassandra. Gerard could change anyone, hell he changed him… Well not really, but he did not want to fuck any other guys, just him. He could not explain it, the man just intrigued him. He had fantasies of Gerard riding his cock, and calling out his name in the heat of passion. He also had ones where he tied Gerard up, and fucked him roughly on his knees till he was bleeding and broken. Kent liked those the best. He needed to figure out a way to get to Gerard. He needed him, and Kent would not rest till he got to him. He grabbed his crotch. He needed to go out tonight. He needed to find someone to sate his appetite. * * * Kent moved through the dimly lit bar like oil. It was like any bar out there, dark, full on intoxicated, unsuspecting men and women, and of course predators. Kent was definitely one of them today. He grabbed beer at the bar and searched for his prey. He spotted her immediately. Short black hair, tiny waist, and pale skin. She was dancing on the floor with a simpleton who actually thought that he had a chance. Kent knew that this boy was no match for him. That this girl was looking for a real man and would love to trade up. He put the empty beer glass down and after pulling off his tie and jacket, he opened up his shirt one button, he was no lounge lizard of course, then made his way to the floor. He slipped in with the crowd easily since he looked years younger than he was. He slid up behind the girl when the boy's back was turned and whispered in her ear. She melted at his words, and did a giggle that he would love to silent. She took his hand and followed him off the dance floor with the fool still oblivious. "So what's your name honey?" "Felicia. Yours?" She obviously gave him a fake name so he did the same. "Names Benjamin, but you can call me Ben." "Well Benny, you gonna buy me a drink?" "What's in it for me?" The little minx slipped off the stool and moved up to Kent till she was pressing against his crotch. "The best back alley blow job you ever had." "Sister, you can have whatever you want at the bar." * * * She is drunk, way too drunk to give a good blow job, but Kent is not looking for that. He lets her lead him out to the alley. She is so drunk she can barely stand. "Easy baby, why don't we just go in the back. You can lie down on one of the benches and then you can give me that amazing blow job." "Mmmm, maybe." Kent brings her into a dark corner of the bar where there is little light compared to the rest of the room. He sits down, and pulls her onto his lap. "Hey what gives, you said I could lie down." "I thought maybe a little making out would be nice too." "Oh, I can go for that." She plants herself on his lap and he pulls her so that she is straddling him. She is wearing a short skirt and after a bit of kissing she is pliable enough so that he can slide his fingers inside her panties. "Oh, wait a minute, I didn’t want to..." "Relax doll, let me make you feel good." She protests a bit more, but Kent goes back to kissing her and she relaxes again. He works his fingers in and out of her, making sure she is nice and wet. Meanwhile his other hand has slipped off her waist and is fumbling with his belt and zipper. He gets his cock out and it slides against her wetness. "I-I-I don't know if that is a good idea." "Relax, you still have your panties on. I just want the friction." Kent finds her clit and distracts her with it. Then he works his cock up into her panties and thrusts up. "No, I said..." He covers her mouth with one hand and holds her waist with the other and fucks her rough and quick. She is trying to fight him, but she is so drunk that it is impossible. He is so close now and the fact that she is crying it really helping him to get off. As always at the end he imagines it is Gerard and he cums. She passes out from the assault and the orgasm he gave her despite the complaints. He leaves her in the booth and fixes his pants. He makes his way back in to the light and back to the bar to get his coat. ***Scot*** Scot leaned over the bar, shouting at the bartender for another whiskey. He was losing his patience when the long, dark haired man rolled his eyes at him. "In a sec, sir." He answered in a snarky tone. Scot sneered at him, and jumped off of the stool. "Fuck you then." He turned quickly to move to the other end of the bar, and to the other bartender when his shoulder smashed into another man's. "Watch where you’re fucking going--whoa! Kent?!" Kent looked up and could not believe his eyes. "Scot! It has been fucking ages! How are you?" "Sit sit. Yo buddy, let me get two beers, and two whisky doubles for me and my wing man here." Kent clasped Scot into a quick hug. He was still a little drunk and stumbled a bit. Scot noticed he kept looking towards the back of the bar, he couldn't help but wondered why. Kent went back to the stool he left his jacket on. He put it back on and hung his tie around his neck. Inwardly Scot smirked. He wondered if Kent still remembered what the tie hanging open on the neck meant. They had made it up as a way to brag back in college to their frat brothers when one of them got laid. Scot chuckled, taking a seat, next to him. "Someone clearly got laid. Was she hot?" "She was doable, but not very uh, compliant if you get me." Scot rose a brow at his college buddy and then laughed. "Yeah man, I get you... You still married to that cow? What was her name again?" "God don't remind me. Worst thing was that I knocked her up, best thing was that she miscarried. Still my stupid parents forced me to make an honest woman of her. What a crock of shit!" The bartender set their drinks down, and the two men clinked beers then took long droughts out of the bottles. Kent downed his whiskey and continued. "Yeah, I am still stuck with her. She got this job at this fucking gallery. Always inviting me to parties there, wanting to show me off. I only went in the beginning to see if there was some interesting tail there, but it is all old people. Even her boss is fucking ancient, but his wife is hot. I saw her once getting out of their car when I dropped the ball and chain off, nice ass and legs for miles." "You gonna try and tap that?" Scot asked, starting to work on his whiskey. He knew Kent's type. When he said someone was hot they were usually pretty fucking hot. He missed hitting up clubs with this guy. They would fuck the hottest girls and Scot the hottest guys too. Kent was never into it, but when he was drunk he would mess with anything. Shit, they'd even tag team a few of them. Scot wondered if Kent ever remembered. Probably not. "Maybe, but the old man is always around her, plus I have never gotten a look at her face so maybe all she is only body." Kent flagged for another round of beers and whiskeys. At that moment a girl stumbled out of the dark. She looked around and Kent kept his head down. Scot noticed that Kent was doing this. He watched her leave and then straightens up again. "You hiding from someone?" "Yeah, the girl that just left. She got a little of the 'Oopps it slipped' treatment tonight. They should never make access that easy. Just asking for it then." Scot laughed and finished his beer. It felt good to be with someone who gets it. The second round came then a third. By that time they were pretty fucking drunk, and Kent was running at the mouth. "I mean I had a sweet cushy job and someone to fuck on the side, and that stupid bitch comes and fucking ruins it. I mean just because he has money he thinks he could fuck with me... When I wanted to fuck him." Scot was intrigued with this outburst. Kent had never complained about a guy before like this. He also used the words: bitch, money, and fuck. He was speaking his language. "Really now? What happened?" "I had this kid who had a last name made of money so I had to be all nice to him, but he kept getting in trouble so I had to call the house. I got the new wife instead so I had her come in figuring that she might be hot. She was alright, but not a she, a man. I mean he had a figure that put most of females to shame. You know me man, I never looked at a guy twice, but he was fucking beautiful! Anyway, I weaseled my way a bit, and was in like Flynn till he got a fucking backbone and fucked me up. Then the husband got involved and he got me fired. Fucking Gerard Iero!" Kent knocked back his last whiskey and started to get up. He was way too drunk to drive, but Scot could see he did not want to drink anymore. "What I would not give for a little revenge on his ass, and a piece of it at the same time." Kent laughed and then fell hard. "Gerard?... My dad bought a fucking sixteen year old kid named Gerard years ago when I was nineteen. I lost my virginity to the fucker. Fucked him so hard he was passed out on the kitchen floor. My dad came home, saw him, and before the whore can tell him what happened I pinned it on him." He hopped out of his seat to help his friend up. "Could be the same guy... “ Scot starting to help Kent through the exit. ”No man it is! I got him talking and he mentioned your pops and I could not believe it was the same guy you gabbed about!” ”No shit really?! What’s he look like now?” "Oh man he is fucking beautiful! He has dark brown hair, long enough to pull on, and he can pull off both women’s and men’s clothes. Fuck, now I wish I had gone to the party on New Year’s at the fucking gallery. I bet he was there and looked fuckable. His ass is just... and I never wanted to fuck a guy so much in my life. He had this laugh that just hung in the air, and you can see he is insecure, just begging to be dominated." Kent stopped by a streetlight thinking he was going to hurl. The feeling passed though and they kept going. "Where the fuck are we going anyway?" ”My place. It's walking distance." Scot was slurring a bit but not as much as Kent. He was usually the one always babysitting when they went out together. Some people handled their liquor better than others. "Sucks you didn't get to fuck him... You missed out on the best piece of ass I've ever fucked." Scot bragged, throwing his arm around Kent's shoulder. Kent was so out of it, he had no idea what came out of his mouth next. "Mmmm, maybe I still can. Maybe you can help me, and we can fuck him together, just like all those other girls back in the day." Kent stumbled into Scot's apartment when he opened the door. Blearily he saw the couch, and went straight to it. He flopped onto it and blacked out. ***Time Stamp: The Next Morning*** ***Kent*** Kent had a headache from hell. He was dizzy and his mouth tasted like ass and not in a good way. The light in the room was far too bright. "Christ Kassy, close the fucking drapes!" "Oh god, don't ever fucking call me that again." A voice, not his wife’s spoke while setting two mugs of coffee down the coffee table. "What? Uh Scot? Hi, when did you get here? Wait, where am I?" Kent picked up the mug and sipped it carefully. His head was pounding and he felt like he was going to throw up. "Man, what happened last night? Did I get laid at least?" Scot shrugged. "Seemed like it." "We walked here. We talked about Gerard Iero. Planned some shit to do to him." "Wait what? I don't remember much of anything. How do you know about Gerard?" Kent got up from the couch, he was going to hurl. He searched for the bathroom, hoping it was on the first floor. Actually he did not even know if there was a second, but he found it and made it to the commode. When he was done he kind of felt better, but he smelled like shit. "Man, I'm gonna use your shower." "Go ahead. We'll talk when you get out." Kent felt better after the shower. He saw that Scot had put out a pair of sweats and a tee shirt for him. That is what he loved about his frat brother. He could also hear the washing machine going. "Hey man thanks for the clothes. You didn’t have to wash mine though." "That suit was stinking up my pad." "What a little house wife you are." Kent ducked when Scot went to hit him. He sat back down on the couch, and looked for his coffee. He was feeling much better and had his appetite back. "So you were saying something about..." Kent's phone interrupted. "Oh shit! Hey honey, no no no, I am fine, I got a flat on the way home, and ended up at a friend’s house. Yeah, no I was not a bother. Oh right I have the car. Hey, why don’t you see if your friend Gee can pick you up? Yeah and later I will bring the car around and we will go for lunch. All right sweetheart. Yup, me too. Bye." Kent hung up and sighed. Scot stared at Kent with a huge, creepy grin on his face. "What motherfucker? It is too early to be smiling like that." "Bitch. Here's our chance! You just told your hag to have Gerard pick her up. When you go to pick her up after work that's our chance." Kent looked at Scot for a moment and then all the memories from last night came flooding back. He smiled then. "Fuck yeah, I am in... but wait, he is married to a top name guy, I mean this man has fucking money! How do we deal with that shit?" Scot rolled his eyes. "Oh please. Have you met me? My family's loaded. Probably way more loaded than fucking Iero. My dad and I were fucking Gerard way before he was anyway... So technically he's my property and I'm allowed to do whatever I want with him." "I like the way you think Scotty boy. So how do you want to plan this out?” "Well... First of all we need him alone. We can't have him make any noise, and if he gets away we're fucked." "Hmmm, Kassy's old man has a building that he is renovating. We can scope it out, and check out the neighborhood there." "Good thinking... I can score some chloroform. That'll keep him out of it by the time we're done with him." "Well if were gonna keep him knocked out, why care about how much noise he is going to make?" "That was before I remembered I can score some of the knock out stuff." Scot laughed then smirked at Kent. "Unless you want him to scream? I know I do, he was a quite one back in the day.” "What about a ball gag? We can knock him out then put it in before he wakes up?" "You, my friend, are way too fucking brilliant." Scot clasped Kent on the back. "It's settled then. Tonight Gerard is not going to know what hit him, and you're gonna bang the one that got away. Payback, motherfucker." * * * ***Gerard*** Gerard was stressed out. Work was hectic today and he was craving a cigarette because of it. He knew he shouldn't, but he was really itching for it. He pressed his hands on his desk and pushed himself out of his chair, sluggishly. "Fuck it." He groaned aloud and hurried out of his office. He started for the Gallery entrance and when he stepped through the door he heard Stan shout his name before the doors could close. He stepped back into the building, sighing dramatically. "Just going for a smoke break, boss." Gerard punctuated his sentence with a flirtatious giggle. Calling Stan "boss" always worked to his advantage. His brother’s husband got off on being superior. "All right young lady, but not too long, it's cold out there. Frank would never forgive me if you caught a cold like that." Stan smiled as Gerard flipped his hair, and twiddled his fingers at him. He watched Stan walk away down the hall. He walked outside, and a wind blew by him. It was chilly. He stood on the side of the building to light up. He took the first drag when he heard a voice he did not even expect to hear again. "Well well well, Mrs. Iero. Fancy meeting you here." Kent was standing in front of him. Gerard dropped his cigarette, gasping loudly. "Fuck!" He screamed, backing up into the wall. "Easy doll face, no need to get scared, it's just old Kenny. Oh didn't Kassy tell you that she was my wife? No? Well I guess it slipped her mind." Kent walked forward smoking his own cigarette. He took a long drag, studying Gerard carefully. "My the years have been kind to you haven't they? You don't look a day over twenty five, although I know you have had two birthdays since I last saw you. Have you missed me?" Gerard pushed himself off the wall and studied the older man carefully. "T-thanks... Uh, you're Kassy's husband?" He slowly started stepping away from Kent. He knew Frank had him fired from his job because of what happened. The man fucking drugged him in a restaurant! He was getting a bad vibe... He didn't feel safe alone with this man. "Yeah, I've come to pick her up, but it turns out that she is working late tonight. A shame too because we had reservations. Hey, why don’t you join me? Its right around the corner. It would be my way of saying sorry for that mess two years ago. Plus I promise, no drinking, just water." Kent smiled at Gerard. It was sweet and harmless looking. "So, what do you say Gee?" He held an arm out for him to take. "I don't think that's necessary." Gerard nervously answered him. "I have to get back to work... Thanks though." He started to turn around when he heard another voice from his past. "Well, if this is not a surprise. Kent! How is my favorite frat brother?" Gerard stopped in his tracks. There in front of him blocking his way into the Gallery was the man who started his nightmares long ago. "My goodness, is that you Gerard? Well, what has it been now? Over ten years at least. I must say you still look good though. Better if I am being honest, doesn't he Kent?" "W-what..." Gerard’s eyes were wide in shock. "Scot?" He started to step backwards, slowly. ***Kent*** Kent pulled the cloth out of the small bag. It already had the chloroform on it. When Gerard backed into his arms he brought the cloth up and covered his mouth and nose quickly while Scot kept a watch for anyone. Gerard struggled for a second then slumped into his arms. Kent looked at Scot and smiled. "That was too fucking easy." "Tell me about it. He practically asked for it." Scot smiled back, helping Kent move Gerard's body to his truck. Kent opened the passenger door and pushed Gerard into it. He then got in to make sure he did not fall out while Scot ran around to the other side then hopped in the driver’s seat. Kent pulled out a page with directions to the building that his father in law was renovating. "All right Scotty, let's get going. Drive west on Eighty Four." "Roger." Scot answered starting up the car and backing up out of the parking space. The drive was about fifteen minutes long, and when they got to the building Scot parked and turned off the car. He looked at Gerard's unconscious body and smirked. "How're you feeling Kenny? Excited?" Scot enthusiastically, hopped out of the truck. Kent waited till Scot came around and opened the door for him. He slid out, and after making sure they were alone helped Scot drag Gerard out of the truck. Kent handed Gerard to Scot as he fumbled for the keys to the gate. Once open, they headed for the nearest building. He pushed the door open and they walked into the place. Kent had cased it out earlier so he knew that there was a room that had no windows. There was a mattress for when the construction workers needed to take a break. He dragged it into the room and dropped it in the middle. Kent then pushed it against the two walls and the corner. "Drop him on the mattress. It will be a bit before he wakes up. We got time." He did just that. He dropped Gerard on his front and his eyes immediately explored the younger man’s body. "His ass got bigger... “ He rubbed his hands together, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "This is gonna be fun." "So what do you want to do till he wakes up?" Kent's stomach was growling. He really did want to get something to eat. He grabbed the rope that was in the corner. "We can tie him up and grab a bite. I am sure we will be back long before he wakes up, but why take a chance. We can grab a few beers too." Scot nodded and grabbed Gerard's arms. He held his wrists together as Kent tied them. He then tied up his legs at the ankles. "Why don't we just grab the food to go?" Scot suggested, letting go of Gerard once the rope was secured around him. "Yeah, there is a deli and a liquor store nearby. Why don't I go and get some sandwiches and you grab some booze?" Scot nodded and they left the house after being sure Gerard was secure. They walked rather than drove to the deli. Scot disappeared into the liquor store, and Kent went into the deli. He ordered a couple of sandwiches and grabbed some chips. He decided to grab some leftover Halloween candy too. Kent paid for everything including two six packs. When he stepped outside Scot was waiting. "What did you get?" "Two bottles of Jack. They came with flasks." "Sweet! Let's get back then." They hurried back to the building. When they got there, they saw that Gerard was still out. They settled down then ate and drank. Between the beers and the Jack, they were pretty buzzed when Gerard started to groan and move. "Hey look, Sleeping Beauty’s coming around." ***Gerard*** Those voices... Fuck. Gerard blinked hard and attempted to move his arms. That's when he started to panic. "W-what's going on?" "Well, look who joined the party. You should have accepted my invitation to dinner earlier. Now we are just stuck with sandwiches, but we do have beer and Jack. Want some?" Kent took the last bite of his sandwich and popped it into his mouth. He moved over to where Gerard was with a beer in his hand. He then guzzled down half of it and poured the rest on Gerard face near his mouth. He heard Scot laugh and Gerard sputtered, and gasped under the waterfall of alcohol. "Sa'matter, doll face, not your brand?" Gerard rolled himself onto his back and glared around the room. "Where am I? What're you going to do to me?" "Hmmm, well what do you think Scot? What are your plans for this little minx here?" Scot got down on his knees and smacked Gerard's face lightly. "We're gonna pummel that tight ass of yours with our cocks.” Kent laughed as Gerard recoiled and tried to move away from Scot. Scot grabbed him by his hair, and the room was filled with his cries. They were silenced by a harder smack to his face. "Don't hit him too hard man. I kinda like the way his face looks." "C'mon, don't be a buzzkill. Let's mark this bitch up a bit." Gerard pulled away from Scot until his back was in the corner. "Aw, doesn't he look like a scared, little kitty cat?" Scot cooed, turning to Kent. Gerard's breathing picked up when Scot started to crawl towards him. "I'm not gonna hurt ya... C'mere." He stuck his arms out, beckoning the younger man. With a mocking gesture. "Get the fuck away from me!" Gerard began to scream. "Shit, Scot we forgot the fucking gag!" Kent pulled the ball gag out of his pocket as Scot held Gerard still, and covered his mouth with his hand. Gerard struggled, but Scot was much stronger, and in the end they won and the gag was in place. Gerard continued to try and scream, but now the sound was partly muffled. "Fuck, that was close." ***Kent & Scot*** Scot yanked Gerard back to the center of the mattress by his hair. "So... D'you wanna go first or?" His scream was muffled behind the gag as Scot started to yank his jeans off. "Nothing saying we can't both get a piece of him at the same time. You take Heads, and I’ll take Tails?" Scot laughed at the horrible joke. He moved around while continuing to hold Gerard by the hair, making threats for him to be quiet as he opened his pants up. Within no time his cock replaced the gag. Kent heard him threaten Gerard if he used any teeth. Now that he was taken care of Kent slid up behind Gerard to finish the job of removing his jeans. As he did he saw the glimpse of a thong showing. "Hey check this shit out! Bitch is wearing women's underwear! Fuck that is hot!" Kent ripped the rest of the jeans off, and took a moment to admire Gerard's ass in a bright pink thong that hugged his hips perfectly. Next he took out his pocket knife and sliced both sides of the material so they could be pulled away. He sniffed the crotch and shoved them in his pocket as a souvenir. Kent then tossed the knife to Scot so that he can keep Gerard well behaved. He pulled out the bottle of lube that he picked up at the deli and Scot raised an eyebrow to him. "What? I am not explaining chafe marks to my wife from his ass." He opened his pants and pulled his cock out. Not bothering to get any more undressed, he slicked his cock up and moved up behind the bound man. He spread his cheeks and then started to push in. "Holy shit he is fucking tight!" Scot had his hands full of Gerard's hair as he fucked his mouth. He can feel the vibrations of Gerard's screams against his cock, and that made him go faster. Scot groaned. "Savor that shit Kent. You worked hard for it." Kent gripped Gerard's hips. He noticed how soft they were, and how easy it would be to mark them. He held on tightly as he fucked in and out of his ass. He closed his eyes then wondered what this was like when Gerard wanted it. When Gerard was with Frank, happy to fuck him. Well why the fuck should he get all the thrills? Suddenly Kent was irrationally angry at Gerard for fucking his husband properly but making Kent work for it. With no warning he smacked Gerard's ass hard. "You little bitch, you better do some of the fucking work." Gerard thrashed against Kent, and when Scot slipped out of his mouth he screamed. "Help!!! Help!!! SOMEONE HEL--" His cries for help were cut short as Scot punched him across the face. "Fucking bitch. Shut the fuck up!" Scot grabbed the gag and forcibly put it back on Gerard. "Looks like his mouth's closed for business. Stupid whore doesn't know how to keep quiet." "*grunt* Give it some time, he'll cooperate after we fucked him a few times, and show him who's boss, right bitch?" Kent smacked his ass a second time and then a third. He was loving the redness that was slowly making its way up his pale skin. Gerard whimpered and tried to squirm away, but Kent had a death grip on his hips. Scot stood up, looked down at Gerard and smirked. "Flip him over on his back. I wanna do somethin'." Scot had a smirk visible in his voice when he spoke. Kent reluctantly pulled out with a groan. He noticed that there was blood on his cock, but not as much as he thought. The lube was a good idea. He rolled Gerard on his back, and noticed that his eyes were tightly shut. "Apparently we're too fucking ugly to look at Scotty. What do you think about that?" Scot held his cock firmly in his hand started to stroke himself. "I think he's just... Ah, fuck... He's just shy, right mommy GeeGee?" He trailed off, quickening his strokes. He started to cum, and it spilled all over Gerard's face and hair. "That's what I think of that." Kent laughed as Scot splattered his face with his cum. He grabbed Gerard's hips and pushed back in. This time he pinned Gerard down by his chest. He could see the tears leaking from his closed eyes, and it turned him on even more. "Look at me!" Kent reached out and twisted a nipple through his shirt. Gerard's eyes flew open then. "That's better, no don't look away, I want to see your face when I fill you up." Gerard obeyed and Kent noticed how original his eyes were. In any other circumstance he would love to study them, but his thought process was lost as his hips stuttered, and after a few more thrusts he came. He shuddered as he finished his orgasm and then pulled out. "Your turn bro, sloppy seconds man." Kent slapped Scot on the back and moved to give him room. "Just like our first time!" Scot spoke pressing his hand to chest, mockingly, shocked. "Well, I don't mind to be honest... S'like breaking in new shoes... I don't mind 'em a little loose." Scot laughed, getting down on top of the squirming man. Gerard's eyes were wide now as Scot wrapped his hand around his throat. "Remember this!" He pressed his thumb against Gerard's adam's apple. "Remember how I use to fuck you in my dad’s bed when he was at work? Yeah, you fucking loved it." He started to use his other hand to stroke himself hard again. Gerard was sobbing now, his face was red and wet with tears. "Shhh... No, no. Don't cry." Scot cooed, tightening his grip on the man’s throat as he started to press his cock into him. "Doesn't that feel good?" Gerard screamed behind the gag, breathing in and out harshly through his nose. Kent grabbed the Jack, and moved over to where Gerard's head was. "How about a little drink hmmm? We are both pretty buzzed, but I bet you would like this better if you were not so sober." The ball gag had small air holes in it, and Kent began to pour the Jack over them so it flowed into Gerard's mouth... Well partly into his mouth, the rest was being soaked into the mattress. Scot laughed at this. "I guess he can't hold his liquor, huh?" Gerard spluttered behind the gag, attempting to lift his head up, but Scot slammed him down by his throat. "Uh-uh... You're gonna take it just like that..." Scot tsked, slamming in and out of Gerard's rigid body. Kent watched the sobs wrack Gerard's body as he struggled to swallow all that Kent was giving to him. By the time Kent stopped a fourth of the bottle was gone. "There you go doll face, now I bet you feel as good as we do." Kent picked up the knife and held it to Gerard's cheek. He made a small mark, making Gerard cry out. Gerard was red in the face now. The liquor was hitting him hard. "He's drunk, man." Scot laughed looking down at Gerard as his eyes moved rapidly behind his lids. "Good then we don't need this anymore." Holding the knife to his face again, Kent took the gag off. Gerard gasped for air and almost cried out, when he saw the knife at his eye. "Now, you are going to keep your fucking voice down, and suck my cock like a good girl, or I am going to slash your pretty face up?" Gerard nodded as much as he could with his throat being held still by Scot. He opened his mouth and Kent shoved his semi hard cock in. He fucked him with the same speed that Scot was. "Gonna cum soon..." Scot panted, letting go of Gerard's throat, and placed both his hands on his hips then rammed into him mercilessly. With his throat unblocked he is able to take his cock in deeper. Kent notices right away, and takes advantage of it as he picks up the pace. He decided to follow Scot's idea, and he pulls out then cums all over his face and chest. "Fuuuccckkk!" He slaps Gerard in the face several time then wipes his cock off in his hair. He flops back on the mattress and watches Scot finish off. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Scot hollered, cumming inside of Gerard. "No... N-no." Gerard murmured, shaking his head. "Shut the fuck up slut!" Kent slapped Gerard, and he quieted down. He stuck the gag back in his mouth then made sure the ropes were tight again before crawling over to Scot. "Hey, man, how long before you think you can get it up again? I mean it is getting late now, and we still have to dump him off again right?" Scot pulled out of Gerard harshly and wiped his hand across his sweaty forehead. "Fuck... Nah, man. I'm keeping this little bitch. He belongs to me." Scot smeared his leaking cock on Gerard's thigh. Kent looked at Scot. This was a new development, and unfortunately he was sobering up to get it. "Wait, what do you mean keeping him?" "He's not going back to Iero. He's mine now." Scot spoke loud and clear. "He's going to be fucked, and beaten everyday for the rest of his miserable life." Scot grunted and stood up. He fixed his pants, and kicked Gerard against his ribs. "Just like this." Gerard screamed behind the gag. "Wait, what about Daniel? How are you gonna explain that to him, I mean his ex- wife shows up after sixteen years, and is now his son's chew toy?" Kent knew that Scot was not thinking straight about this. His father was prominent in the community. This would not be something he could hide easily from him or the paparazzi. "And what about your wife? I mean she is not a trusting idiot like mine. What did you even tell her for tonight?" "Fuck them. I'll leave town." Scot stated simply, shrugging nonchalantly. Kent started at Scot. "Fuck Scot, is he worth that much to you? I mean giving up all that shit for this?" He pointed to the fragile man cringing on the mattress. "What's the real deal with Gerard? There has to be more than you are telling me." Scot glared at Kent and sneered at him. "That's not really any of your fucking business." "Whatever man, I'm going out for a smoke, try not to kill him okay?" Kent grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. ***Time Stamp: Two Hours Ago*** ***Frank*** ”Where the fuck is he!?” Frank was wearing a hole in the carpet now. Gerard was two hours late coming home from work. No one heard from him. His cell phone was full of messages and no call backs. Louis had gone to the Gallery to find out that Gerard had gone out for a smoke, and that was the last anyone had seen of him. Even Stan was upset about it. ”Man Frank, I am so sorry. I should not have let him go outside alone.” ”No Stan, how could you have known besides he had taken hundreds of breaks before and he was fine. Has Kassy seen him?” ”No, she was supposed to go to dinner with her husband, but a client called and she had to stay late for him.” ”Hmmm, I wonder if maybe the guy saw Gerard. Can I talk to her?” ”Yeah, hang on.” Frank heard Stan call for Kassy. There was a muffled answer and then she was there. ”Oh my God Mr. Iero, I am so sorry. I feel awful.” ”There’s nothing you could have done, you had no idea he was in danger.” ”Maybe if I had gone out to dinner with Kenny, I would have seen what happened to Gerard.” Frank could tell she was crying. She blew her nose, and came back on. ”Just the other day we were having a lovely conversation about him too. Kenny seemed really interested in our friendship. Do you know he thought that Gerard was a girl at first? Well I did call him Gee mostly. I assured him though that Gerard was gay and he had nothing to worry about…” Frank heard her starting to prattle, but considering the situation it was probably keeping her calm. He listened with a vagueness till a name caught his attention. ”Wait, what did you say?” ”I said that Gerard would make me feel better when I told him how Kenny lost his job as a guidance counselor and we had to…” ”Guidance counselor? At what school?” ”Oh it was a prestigious academy and…” ”Holy shit! You’re Kent’s wife!” ”Yeah, how do you know my husband?” ”I was the one that got him fired because he hit on my wife!” ”What! Kenny told me it was bureaucratic bullshit!” ”No! He tried to drug Gerard in order to rape him! Oh God, he’s got him! Where is your husband now?” ”Uh uh uh, last night he had a flat, and crashed at a friend’s house he said.” ”Who are your husband’s friends?” ”Honestly, I don’t know any of them. He is always out though hanging out with them. Oh God, he’s always been with other women hasn't he?” Kassy started crying and Frank felt bad for her, but he had to get her to listen to him. ”Sweetie, I am coming down to the Gallery.” ”Okay, I will try and get a hold of Kenny meanwhile.” ***Scot*** Scot watched Kent leave and then turned back to Gerard. Gone was the sweet innocent boy that his father had married, but Scot could still remember him back then. "Scot, this is Gerard. He's going to be living here from now on. He and I recently eloped. Be nice to him and we won't have any problems." Gerard smiled angelically and waved, twiddling his fingers at the older boy. "Hi Scotty." "Uh... hi?" Gerard giggled and Scot felt embarrassed. He noticed that he was looking over his room too. It was kind of a mess with his book collections all over the place and dirty clothing. "Yeah, I am not usually this messy, it's winter break so I uh..." "It's cool! I'm pretty messy myself. Winter break or not." Gerard spoke attempting to grab onto Daniel's arm just as he was about to leave. "Pumpkin, daddy has to make a few phone calls... Scot, finishing giving Gerard the tour. We haven't been up stairs yet or in the backyard. Don't miss anything or we'll have a problem." Daniel moved his hands on Gerard's hips. He caressed the young boy there, and Scot's eyes traveled down and observed awkwardly. Before Scot can say anything Gerard starts whining and it makes him cringe. "Dannnn... I wanted you to show me the bedroom now." "Well, I can't, okay? Do as I say. Scot show him around." He removed himself from Gerard and left the basement quickly. Scot grabbed his cock remembering the innocence that once made Gerard attractive. "Not to innocent anymore though are you whore? How many men have you been with since me? I bet you have had hundreds of cocks in that tight ass of yours, but mine will be the last I assure you." Scot chuckled as Gerard tried to push away from him. He had nowhere to go of course. Scot got on the mattress and held Gerard down. "Remember the first time you came on to me? You claimed that it was nothing, totally innocent, but there was nothing innocent about you after I saw my dad fuck you. You wanted it so badly and thanks to you, I gained the confidence to give it to you." Scot pushed his fingers inside Gerard one at a time till he had four inside. He then added his thumb and kept going till he had his whole hand there. He began to flex his fingers wiggling them around and assaulting his prostate mercilessly. Scot drifted off into another memory as Gerard's muffled cries filled the room. It had been a few months now since Gerard had been there, and Scot looked forward to their times together when his dad was at the office. He still had this overwhelming urge to protect Gerard form his father's wrath. Each morning he waited till his dad finished saying goodbye to Gerard, which usually consisted of a lot of groaning on Gerard's part. He would wait till Gerard came back into the kitchen and depending on which shoulder he touched depended on whether it was art or music that day. Gerard trudged into the kitchen, rubbing the back of his aching neck. Scot knew he was sore all over and wanted to go to sleep, but he knew he had chores to get done so a nap was out of the question. "Hey Scot." Gerard smiled at the older weakly when he spotted him and went to the fridge and pulled out everything he'd need to make breakfast. "Hey Gee, so what shall we do today? Music or art?" Scot noticed that Gerard was rubbing his neck. He stood up and made his way over to the boy. Gerard had placed the carton of eggs on the counter and was standing back up. Scot stood behind him and carefully placed his hands on his shoulders. He moved them to the nape of his neck and began to knead the muscles. "You don't have to do that, Scot..." Gerard trailed off, allowing the boy to massage his sore muscles. Scot knew he really didn't want him to stop. He was amazing with his hands and Gerard couldn't suppress the groan that escaped his mouth. Scot liked that he could make Gerard make the same noises that his father could without forcing anything on him. He deepened the message and moved his hands down to the top of his back. He continued to knead his way down. "I know I don't but you are always in so much pain after dad finishes punishing you, mostly for stuff you did not deserve. I like taking care of you Gee. I love you." Gerard stiffened up immediately and turned himself around to face the older boy. He smiled at him then pulled him into a hug. "I love you too, Scotty." Scot hugged Gerard back tightly. He leaned forward and accidentally pushed him into the counter. Gerard let out a moan when Scot's thigh collided with the hard on he had. Scot knew it was from his dad, but it was still a shock. "A-A Are you alright Gee?" Gerard nodded apprehensively and started to turn around. "How about I get started with breakfast?" He spoke quickly, opening up the carton of eggs. "How do you want your eggs?" "Anyway you like to make them baby." Scot covered his mouth and looked at Gerard. He just stared at him and Scot ran out of the kitchen with Gerard calling after him. Scot came back to the present when he realized that is hand was stuck in Gerard after not moving it. It lost its slickness too, and the skin was tearing around the opening now, causing Gerard to bleed. Scot grabbed the lube and dumped a bunch on his wrist he worked it back and forth until it came out of Gerard. There was still blood leaking out, but not as much now. "Whoops, my bad. Well at least now I won’t have to lube my cock up again. Good things right Gee?" Gerard's eyes were wet with tears and his body was trembling uncontrollably. He knew he wasn't getting out of this so he gave up. He had no energy left. He was defeated. It made Scot smile. Without thinking of his safety or pain Scot pushed his cock into Gerard. He was not as tight because of the fisting, but Scot had a great imagination. "*grunt* Hey Gee, remember the first time I fucked you? You screamed so loud I had to punch you to shut you up. Then I found that I like doing that and kept it up." Scot began to punch Gerard in the sides. The blows were not strong, but with Gerard's weakened state they did not have to be. Scot continued to fuck him as he drifted off into another memory. Scot had Gerard cornered. He had planned it out very carefully. After Gerard had been teasing him for weeks, he finally got him alone when his dad was on a business trip. He sat huddled in a corner of the kitchen trying to hold the last shreds of his father's night shirt together. Scot approached him and grabbed him by the hair. "No more Gee! I have had enough of your fucking teasing! Tonight you are mine!" Gerard screamed and continued to thrash against the older boy. He managed to hit him across his jaw with his fist, but he soon regretted it when Scot threw him to the ground and shoved his face into it. "S-Scot! No. Please... Please don't!" Gerard begged. He was trying to push off the floor to get away. Scot was stronger though and he knew it. Scot closed his ears on Gerard’s pleas. He ripped his underwear off and exposed his ass shamelessly. "Look at you. You're just a fucking slut. Fucking my dad and then coming on to me. Even you ass is twitching at the prospect of being fucked. Don’t worry though, I am going to make that happen." Scot opened his pants and pushed all the way into Gerard with no warning. His screams filled the room, and Scot fucked him while keeping his face smashed to the floor. "Jesus fuck, you are tight. Better than I expected." Scot kept fucking him till he was close then he pulled out and came all over him. Scot stood up and pulled up his pants. He looked at the pathetic boy that he once pined for on the floor. Suddenly Scot got really pissed then hauled off and kicked him. Gerard fell over crying and clutching his stomach. Scot crouched down and grabbed him by the hair. "You will not tell a soul about this or I will fucking kill you. You will spread your legs for me whenever I want, even if you just finished fucking the old man. You aremine now." Scot spit on him and pushed him away. He left him in a heap on the floor and Scot walked off whistling. "Ah ah ah ah Fuck!" Scot came hard all over Gerard. He shoved his cock back inside and fucked him till he was too sensitive to keep going. He pulled his cock out and smacked Gerard's ass hard. He used the remains of Gerard's shirt to wipe the cum and blood off of his cock before going for a cigarette. He looked down at him and laughed. "You are fucking pathetic you know that? That is why my father believed me over your sorry ass." ***Gerard*** Gerard whimpered loudly and buried his face into the mattress. He didn't want this... He never wanted any of this... Gerard couldn't stop crying. He couldn't stop begging for it to stop. He couldn't even stand up when Scot was done. He wanted out. He wanted to die. "S-Scot... Please, this has to s-stop. You have t-to stop this." Gerard whispered, stumbling over his words. He barely had a voice anymore. "I can't take it anymore. Your dad's gonna find out, and he's going to be so upset." Daniel would be back from work soon and they were out in the open. Scot smirked and kicked Gerard in the ribs. Gerard curled up and it made Scot smile. "Like I give a shit. I'll just tell him what a two bit whore his wife really is." "No need Scot, I can see that from here." Daniel stood in the doorway clutching his briefcase with white knuckles. "How long has this been going on? How long have you been fucking my son behind my back? Answer me bitch!" Gerard started to panic. He sobbed, shaking his head frantically. "D-Dan... I. I didn't. I haven't. He’s been the one who…" Gerard tried to explain while, reaching for his clothes. "Oh no you don't!' Daniel snatched the clothing away from Gerard. "I bought you those fucking clothes, and I am taking everything back... including my money. We are through! Go back to your fucking owner your wretched whore!" Daniel grabbed Gerard and pulled him out of the bedroom by his hair. He tossed him down the servant's stairs. One of the servants came running and looked up at Daniel. "Get that fucking piece of shit out of my house. Call M. and have him pick it up next to the trash!" The servant grabbed Gerard and hauled him out of sight. He made the phone call while Gerard groaned in pain at his broken ribs and bruised spine. He was still bleeding from Scot's latest treatment. The servant hung up the phone and looked at him. They all knew what was happening to Gerard the whole time. Everyone was afraid of both Scot and Daniel though. They did nothing to stop it. "I am sorry young Master. I hope your next husband is better." By the time Kent returned it was way past dark. He was drunk again and when he came into the room he saw Scot sitting on the edge of the bed smoking with Gerard in a huddled ball covered in cum and blood. He looked at Scot and smirked. He took off his jacket and tossed it at him. He began to unbutton his pants. "Now I am ready for round three." ***Frank*** Frank arrived at the Gallery with Pete and Spencer. Even Louis went inside. They saw Stan first and the man was trembling. He could see Mikey in the background trying to console Stan. He knew that Mikey could not give a shit that his brother may have been kidnapped. He was just playing the role of a good wife. Stan heard them come in, and excused himself from Mikey. He came over to Frank. ”I am so sorry Frank, but no worries, we are going to find him. I promise you I will use everything at my expense to bring him back.” ”Thanks Stan, you are a good man. Now where is Kassy.” ”Oh she is in Gerard’s office. Man, she is a mess. Finding out that her husband might be behind this. I never did trust him. He was always looking at my Mikey too.” ”Yeah, well we are going to get this guy so all our wives, and other men’s wives are safe.” Stan led the group to Gerard’s office where Kassy was hysterical crying. She had he phone in her hand. She looked up when she saw Frank. ”Oh my God Frank, you were right. He has Gerard.” Frank walked quickly over to her and got on his knees in front of her. ”Wait, how do you know?” ”I just spoke to him. He said he was having drinks with an old fraternity brother of his and they were meeting up with another friend. He said that they would not be home for a while. Having too much fun. The way he laughed and emphasized the word fun, I just….” Kassy collapsed and Spencer came over and held her so that Frank could move. He went back to Pete and Louis. ”I’m going to kill the motherfucker!” Frank wanted to break something right now. Mostly Kent’s fucking ribs. ”He not only has my wife, but he has another friend in on this.” Suddenly the door opened and M. walked in with Bob. ”What are you doing here?” ”I called him.” Mikey stood in the door with Stan. He had a protective arm around him. ”I thought it would help since M. knows more about Gerard’s past.” Stan kissed Mikey on the head. ”That’s my good girl. Always thinking of others.” Stan led Mikey away and M. walked over. ”See Iero, this is what you get for letting him out of the house. I told you that…” *crack* The sound of everyone shutting up at once filled the room as Kassy slapped M. hard in the face. ”I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but my best friend has been kidnapped, and is having God knows what done to him by my worthless husband and a piece of shit friend. You will shut the fuck up and help or get the hell out of here!” M. stood shocked. ”All right, what do we know?” ”We know that my husband is out with a fraternity brother.” ”All right, where did he go to school?” ”Harvard.” ”Harvard. Hmmm, Gerard’s first husband went to Harvard.” ”Yeah, but he could not be friends with Dan. That piece of shit would have been in his fifties at the time.” ”Wait, he had a kid didn’t he?” ”Yeah, S something.” ”In our living room there is a picture of Kenny with a fraternity brother named Scot. They were in Track and Field together.” ”That’s it! Scot is Daniel’s kid!” ”Wait… M.! That’s the son of a bitch that raped Gerard when he was sixteen!” Frank looked up at Spencer. His eyes were wide and for the first time he was scared. ”Gerard told me about the guy during our interview. He said he beat him up pretty badly too. He still had fear in his voice all those years later. You don’t think…” Frank began to rage now. This scum that had violated his wife all those years ago had him again. He had no doubt that Gerard was in serious trouble now. It had been almost four hours since he had been taken. He knew awful things were happening to him, and it made his blood boil. ”I want them dead!” Frank screamed out a blood curdling sound, and everyone jumped back. Everyone expect Pete. He stepped forward full of bravery Frank knew he did not have. ”Easy Frankie, I want them dead too, but we need to stay calm so we can think. We are no good to Gee any other way.” Like a lion tamer, Pete was able to coax Frank back from his destruction. He took several deep breaths and looked at Pete. His eyes were now filled with tears. ”Pete, I was supposed to protect him. I failed.” ”Um… Mr. Iero…” Frank looked up and saw Bob was talking to him. ”Yeah Bob?” ”You tried calling him I am sure right?” ”Yeah, no one picked up. I did not expect it either. Besides his phone is here.” ”That’s too bad, we could have tracked it if it was on him.” Frank looked at Bob and then his eyes widened again. He quickly turned to Kassy. ”You spoke to Kent right? He has his phone on him right? We can track him!” ”Fuck, why did I not think of that?” ”Nice job Iero. We may get your wife back yet.” ”I’m on it boss.” Bob took Kassy’s phone and after learning Kent’s number made a phone call. Frank walked up to Kassy and placed a hand on her shoulder. ”You did good calling him. We are going to find him, I promise.” ***Kent*** Kent could not believe what Scot had said. He was sober again and the weight of his words came crashing down like a tidal wave. Take him? Keep him? This was supposed to just be fun... Well not for poor Gerard. He was a mess. It had been five hours since they took him, tortured him, and raped him repeatedly. He knew the man went through a lot in his previous marriages, he had his ways of finding out, but that was nothing compared to this. He was used, beaten, and most likely broken. Perhaps Frank would not even want him back now. Was he even good for anything anymore? Maybe Scot taking him would be like a mercy killing, but then again Scot would probably just kill him in the end, even by accident. Gerard whimpered and Scot kicked him again, telling him to be quiet. The gag was long gone because by the second round Gerard had lost his voice and his will to beg. He knew it would do no good. Still Kent thought it was enough now. "Hey Scot, maybe it's time to call it quits, you know? I mean he isn't going to say anything are you slut?" Gerard said nothing, he was a hollow shell now. "See, so let’s just leave him here, and get out while we still can." "Are you fucking kidding me, man?! This whore got you fired! F-I-R-E-D... And you wanna let him go? Where the fuck are your balls?!" Scot screamed at Kent. He grabbed Gerard by his hair then slammed his head against the floor. The cry Gerard releases makes Kent wince. "Did they get stuck up this bitch’s ass? Should I check?" "No no, and yeah I know, but look at him man. We aren't going to get much more out of him and it is getting late." Kent knew that Frank was a smart man, and he had street smarts. They were running on borrowed time now. He could feel it. "Look, if you are going to take him and run, you should get going now man." "Don't you want to have one last go with him?" Scot was smirking at Kent when he said this. He reached out, and grabbed Gerard’s ass cheeks. When he spread them Kent could see how raw and tainted with semen and blood his opening was. Scot smiled at the damage he and Kent did. A chuckle slips from between his lips. Kent watched warily, he knew something was wrong. He could feel it in the air. He needed to get out of there. Maybe grab a drink, yeah that's it a good stiff shot, then he would be alright and he could keep going. "Hey, I'm gonna run to the liquor store and grab another bottle of Jack. I think that is the problem. I am too sober. We can get him drunk again too. That might make it more fun." "Well hurry up, dumbass." Scot turned away from him, and started pulling his jeans down again. He mounted himself behind Gerard and started to slide his cock in between his ass, smearing his pre cum all over his hole. Gerard whimpered and recoiled, but Scot held him down and started to push his way in him. "I'm gonna take your turn. You can go again when you come back." Kent left the room and made his way down the dark hall. With no windows in the room and only a lamp for light source, he forgot how dark it had gotten. It was bitter cold for November too. He pulled his coat collar up as he closed the door, and started walking to the street. There were no streetlights here because of construction lights, but of course they were not in use right now. No light other than the moon, which was well hidden. Kent swore it was on purpose. "Fucking paranoia. I really need that drink." He got to the street and started the walk to civilization. There were a few cars on the street, but not many. Kent looked at his watch and realized it was almost ten. Wow, they had been at it for that long. He was surprised his cock still functioned. He got to the store and was about to go in when he heard a raspy voice. "Hey man, got a light?" Kent looked over and saw a lanky guy standing near the alley opening. He had a book of matches in one hand and a cigar in the other. "Fucking wind keeps putting them out." Kent reached in his pocket and was about the chuck the lighter to the guy, when he realized which one it was. Kassy would kill him if he lost it. He stepped down from the stoop and moved to where the guy was. The guy smiled and backed up into the alley a bit more. "That way the wind can't put it out again." Kent shrugged and stepped forward. He flicked the switch and held it up. The guy cupped it and brought the cigar to the flame. As he puffed it the flame lit his face more. He had dark scruffy hair and a look about him that Kent could not describe. The guy smiled and took a long drag. "Thanks man. Hey do you know what time it is?" "Yeah it's about ten." "Nah, that's not the time." Kent looked at the guy. "What?" "That's not the right time." "So what time is it then?" Kent felt the blow, but it did not register till he was on the ground. He felt the hand pull him up then slam him against the brick, dragging his face down it. He heard the growl in the voice and knew it right away. It was over, he was a dead man. "Time to tell me where my fucking wife is you piece of shit!" ***Gerard*** Gerard screamed out in agony as Scot rammed into him brutally. The man’s nails were digging into his hips, dragging them down. He was clawing up Gerard's skin good, leaving tracks marks and welts. "Mmm, fuck... Take that, bitch." Scot grunted, pressing his chest on the smaller man’s back as he worked himself in and out of him at full force. Gerard was squirming underneath him. He was smushed into the ground, breathing in the dirt and grime and sucking air through his mouth in loud, winded gasps. Scot had him half off the bed from the force of his fucking. He sounded like he was hyperventilating... He probably was, but Scot kept going, sticking his hand in his long hair, and yanking his head up. "Y'like that, you little piece of shit? D'you remember this cock? Yeah... I bet you've dreamt of this moment." Scot moaned hoarsely, yanking Gerard's head back and kissed his throat sloppily. Gerard's jaw was slack and wide, his face was wet with tears and sweat. His body was rigid and his spine was bending in a way that shouldn't be possible. He wanted the torture to end. He wanted to be put out of his misery. "Hey, I'm back and uh, I got the stuff." Scot huffed and puffed as he continued to pound into Gerard. "Yeah, yeah... Just put the shit down and get in here. Can't you see I'm fucking busy?" He gasped, pushing himself off Gerard's back and started to thrust into him in a faster pace with his hand still tangled in his hair. "Aw, fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm gonna cum." Gerard squeaked, his voice raspy and barely audible. "No." ***Scot*** Scot had no chance to do anything else. He had no time to react. He was wretched from his position on the floor and punched hard in the throat. From there it was a blur of fists, and with one eye he could see Kent on the ground being pummeled as well. It was indeed all over except for the violent payback. "If you think that hell is where you are going, I have a much better place in mind. You will never wake up from this nightmare. That is what you get for hurting my friend." That was not the voice that Scot expected. It was too smooth too easy sounding. It sent more pain through him than the physical anguish. He heard other voices too. Scot tried to separate them, but they swirled together along with the blood and bile now leaving his body. Then he felt something that he never thought he would ever experience and for the first time ever in his life, Scot was afraid. "Baby, baby, speak to me, Oh fuck Gee, I fuck, please please baby, tell me. Anything tell me, I need to hear you." Scot opened his eye through the blinding pain. He fought to see what the man looked like. He needed to know who had defeated him. He saw not a man, but a saint, a hero, something that he could never be. He was cradling Gerard with so much care. Scot closed his eye again as more pain ripped through him. He would surly bleed out now. He could feel it on his thighs. Maybe this was how Gerard felt, but he was never sure what was worse. "Fuck Pete, he's not answering me! I can't... I can't." When Scot opened his eye again, he knew he should not have. He was looking at the blade of a knife. It was covered in blood, his, and now it was touching the tip of his lashes. "You do not deserve to look at him or anyone else ever again." There was a blinding light and then darkness again as the squelch filled his ears. He tried to scream, but his tongue was trapped. He still did not know who it was. ***Mixed POV*** "Gee, please, come on baby, speak to me, just one word, I beg you one." Tremors surged throughout his entire body. He couldn't bring himself to say anything. The 'no' he managed to get out a few minutes ago was all he had in him, but he needed to try. He felt like his soul had been ripped out of his body, thrown into a garbage disposal and then put back into him. "K-kill..." He gasped, his voice got caught in his throat. "M-m-me." He started to sob shamelessly. Realization hit him. He wasn't going to be able to come back from this. He was going to be a burden for the rest of his life, and he'd rather be dead then let that happen. "NO! NO NO NO NO! You listen to me Gerard Iero, I am not going to kill you! I am not going to let that piece of shit win! You are mine! My property! I will be damned if someone else takes you from me, especially like this!" "Frankie Frankie, we gotta go, M. will handle the rest." "Yeah yeah, just yeah." Frank carefully cradled his wife in his arms. He weighed nothing it seemed. Frank knew that was because his soul was almost gone. He allowed Pete to help him and Spencer maneuver them to the door. Frank looked back at M. and nodded. M. gave him a sad smile. "Get him to the House. I have the doctor there already." "Yeah, thanks." They left and Frank put him in the car. Louis drove them to the House as quickly as he could careful not to get pulled over. This was not a situation for the cops to be involved. They arrived and Bob ran inside to get a hospital stretcher. Frank did not want to let Gerard go, but he knew time was not on their side. He relinquished him to Bob, and through his gasps Bob put him on the surface. They moved him into the House then carefully down the stairs where the operating room was. The doctor took one look at his patient and then at everyone. "Out all of you out now!" "I'm staying." Frank looked at Bob. He looked down at Gerard. "Yeah, he's staying or you will look worse than him." "Alright, get cleaned up Bob, the rest of you out, you are contaminating the area." They all left and Bob carefully took Gerard's hand. "Gee man, it's me Bobby." Gerard flinched as if he'd been hit by lightning and let out a choked sob. "Easy easy, you're safe now. I got you. We are going to fix you. Trust me." Gerard whimpered, bringing his arm over his face and let out these little, wrecked sobs. One after the other. "We have to move him so I can examine and assess the damage." Bob growled a bit. "I'm not leaving him." "Fine, then put on gloves and help me." He did so and then they gently moved Gerard onto his stomach. Gerard couldn't stop shaking. He had no control over his body. He wanted to pass out and never wake up. When he blinked his eyes closed he felt himself drift... He felt so... serene. The sobbing stopped. The shaking stopped. The pain stopped. He was asleep and it was temporary utopia. "I think he's good, I am not sure he even felt the needle go in." "That's good because he is afraid of them." The doctor checked the area, and Bob winced when he saw the damage. He hoped M. would skin those guys alive, but that would be too good for them still. He got to work holding the area open while the doctor stitched any open fissures. Fortunately or unfortunately because Gerard had been used so much in the past, he actually had less damage than a normal man would. Bob was not sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. An hour later they were finished, and Bob let go of Gerard's flesh. They moved him to a clean surface and made sure the IV was intact. "Now we wait for him to wake up." ***Time Stamp: Friday, November 13th*** ***Gerard & Frank*** Gerard blinks eyes open just as he had closed him. He licks his chapped lips and groans quietly. He felt like shit... Like he'd been dead for a hundred years and had been brought back as a sick joke. He was just about to call out for someone- anyone until he realized his hand was being held. He freaked out, afraid to see who was holding it, but when he looked up he saw the person who the hand belonged to, and his heart dropped. Frank. His husband. He looked just as destroyed as Gerard felt. The man was snoring lightly, wearing the same clothes Gerard last saw him in, and had a bad case of facial scruff. Gerard felt bad. It looked as if Frank had gone through a lot... Like he was suffering, but at the same time Gerard felt happy. Frank was by his side. The older man murmured something in his sleep and rubbed his nose cutely. Right then and there Gerard wanted to kiss him... Despite how damaged they both were. "Mmmm, Gee... zzzzzzzzzz" Gerard moved his hand up to Frank's wrist and tugged on his sleeve, indicating that he was there. "Gee, stop... gotta go to... zzzzzzzzzzz, mmmm, more, I zzzzzzzzzz" "Frank." Gerard croaked, shaking his husband gently. "Hmm, wha? Gee? Gee? GEE! Oh my fucking God you're awake! How long? Wait what time is it?" Frank tried to look at his watch, but it was on the wrist that was with Gerard and he was not letting go. He wanted to jump up and kiss him. He wanted to hug him and more, but he held it in. Frank knew the trauma that he went through and he did not want to scare him anymore. "How are you feeling baby?" Gerard smiled weakly and licked his lips. "Better." Gerard squeezed his husband’s hand. "Can I... can I kiss you?" Frank was not going to do anything without asking for a while. Gerard went rigid, but he nodded hesitantly. Frank lifted his hand and cradled Gerard's. He opened his palm and kissed it lightly, barely grazing his lips against the skin. "I-I-I thought I lost you." Gerard's bottom lip began to quiver, and he let out a shuddered breath. "I... I was thinking about you... The whole time. And the kids. I thought I wasn't going to see you guys ever again." "I will always find you Geebear. It may take me more time than I want it to, but I will never let you go. In this life and the next, you are mine." Frank wanted to hold him so badly, but he would wait till he was invited by Gerard. Gerard nodded and wiped the tears under his eyes with his free hand. "I love you so much, Frankie. So, so much." "We are going to get through this I promise you. I will wait as long as you need. I will wait till you are ready to come to me, but I will never stop having some kind of contact with you. You may be broken right now, but you are not not not unfixable and I would spend every last cent I had to make you whole again." Frank looked into his wife's eyes when he said this. He wanted him to know it was the God's honest truth. "I love you Gerard Iero, now and forever." * * * The first month had been hard. The hardest. The night terrors, changing the sheets more than once a day, he was so tired, and the depression. Stan insisted on using his personal therapist. It was the least he felt he could do. He knew that Frank had enough money to care for Gerard, but Stan felt like the whole thing was his fault. He actually blamed himself for Gerard needed a smoke, and not having an indoor lounge. He created one of course, as well an outdoor one, but that was enclosed to the outside of the gallery. Not that Gerard had been smoking much anyway. The kids. The kids were amazing. They did not shy away from the news; they just wanted to know that their mom was alright. They stayed with Gerard a lot in his room. Kody took care of the fire while Kat took care of Gerard. Gerard was afraid that they were going to mess up their senior year, but they both assured him they were fine and would be worse without knowing anything. Gabe came around, and brought Gerard little gifts to make him smile. Frank was not the least bit jealous of this treatment. Everyone else had kept their physical distance, but spoke to Gerard by phone, text, e-mail, and video phone. Everyone was trying their best to love Gerard the way they knew how. The second month was better. Gerard was able to go back to school with no penalty to his grade. They thought he was in the hospital, and they did not need to know more. By the third month, Gerard had returned to work in spirit. He was doing work by computer, and still getting clients for the gallery. Stan was amazed and gave him a raise, for his work and effort, nothing else. Frank and Gerard were Frank and Gerard. "No baby, seriously, you don’t have to do anything. I am fine. Let’s just hold hands, and get some sleep okay?" Gerard pressed his hand against Frank’s crotch and whined. "Frank... C'mon," He cooed, climbing on top of his husband gently. "You're not ready yet, please believe me. I want you so much, but you still have the nightmares, and..." It was really hard to concentrate on his words with Gerard rubbing him through his pajama pants, but they had gone through this before. It was a disaster the first time, and after that too. He was trying too hard. Frank could not touch him yet. He pushed him away then screamed, and cursed and fought like he could not during the assault. "Baby please I... oh fuck, no no no, you have to stop." "Please... C'mon, Frankie. Let's just try. Maybe I'm ready... We... Can..." He trailed off, and grinds down on Frank,s hardening cock. He grinds down on his husband until he's panting, and closing his eyes. "Don't make me beg Frank. I'll fucking beg." "But, I can't touch you, and you, ah ah ah, freak out if I I I" Frank's head fell back. It had been so long and it felt so good. He wanted it so bad, but he was not going to use his wife to get off. Not like this. As much as Frank did not want to, he needed to show Gerard his mistake. He reached up and grabbed his hips as if he were trying to press him down for more friction. He waited for the reaction. "..." Gerard looked down at him, smirking. "It's gonna take a bit more than that to freak me out." He pressed his lips against his husband’s, and kissed him sloppily. Was it possible? Was this really happening? Frank had been so patient for these past months. He was fucking hard too. So hard that it hurt. This time he did pull Gerard down to gain friction against his cock. It was straining against his pajamas, and he thought he was going to bust the button holding the piss opening closed. "Oh God Gee, you just, you don’t know right now. I just fuck!" "That feels so good..." He whispered, breaking the kiss. "We need this, Frankie. We need so fucking much. I wanna feel you inside me. Do you know how it makes me feel to know that... That those monsters were the last... The last thing inside of me?" Gerard pressed his ass down against his husband’s growing erection. "I need this." "We need *pant* we need to take this slow. You could damage again and the, fuck, doc said that..." Frank could not think anymore. It felt so good to feel Gerard against him. He wanted more he wanted skin. He did not think about it, he just pushed Gerard down on the bed, and moved up to kiss him. Gerard practically growled, shoving his hands up the back of Frank’s shirt and ran his blunt nails across his smooth skin. "Get this off." He said breathlessly, attempting to yank his husband's shirt off. Frank striped immediately of his shirt, and the went to remove his pants. His cock sprung out, and it felt so good in the warm wet air... except it was not in the air, it was in his wife's mouth. "Holy fuck Gee, that feels... fuck!" Gerard hummed around his husband’s cock, and closed his eyes. He wrapped his hand around Frank’s base, and stroked him steadily as he pulled his mouth off slowly to take a deep breath. "I... Gee, are you sure?" Gerard nodded and lay back down, and the pose he was in was so perfect that Frank did not want to take his eyes off of him. He groped blindly for the nightstand and the drawer. He knocked over shit, and Gerard was laughing at him, but he did not care. He found the lube and the condom. He hated having to use them, but it was hard for Gerard to submit to the test, mostly because of the needles. "I'm gonna go really slow okay baby? You tell me to stop, and I will, I promise." Gerard nodded. He was feeling jittery now. "I need it badly, Frankie." Frank made sure to use way more lube than he ever had before. He brought his hand over to Gerard's opening and pressed in slowly. "Talk to me baby, tell me what you feel, what you need." "Ah!" Gerard screamed, cringing. "Oh god, that scared me." He forced a laugh and took a deep breath. Frank froze. This was what he did not want. He did not want to hurt him. It was too soon. His cock began to deflate a bit, and he pulled his finger away then used his shirt to wipe it off. "It's all right Gee, really it is. Come on let’s get some sleep." "No, no, no... Frank, c'mon. I didn't freak out! I'm making progress. Just... Just please." He pulled Frank on top of him. "I can do it..." He starting to pump his husband’s softening cock. "Gee, I still think you are trying too hard. You need more time. Look how about I go down on you instead?" Frank figured he could make a compromise, and that would make Gerard happy. "Frank. This is... This isn't... I'm trying to breakthrough here. You going down on me isn't going to be it." Gerard suddenly feels stupid. He was so close... So fucking close. Frank was hard. He was excited, they nearly fucked. "I just, I just don't want to hurt you and..." Frank did not get to finish his sentence because Gerard pushed him down on his back and began to suck him off. It was a very determined move. He also had a good grip on his shaft, and was being very sloppy with his spit. It dribbled down and coated his fingers. Gerard pulled back and smiled when Frank was fully hard again. "Wanna give it a go?" "Gee, I..." Frank choked on his words as he watched his wife reach around then push his spit covered fingers inside of himself. He saw the violent shudder go through him, and wanted to stop him. Before he could though he heard a moan come from Gerard, and he finally realized what Gerard had been saying. "You look so beautiful like that baby." Gerard nibbled on his bottom lip and looked Frank in his eyes, moaning and working his fingers in out of himself. "I can't wait to feel you inside of me." He spoke breathlessly. Frank reached out, and gently grabbed Gerard by the waist. He moved him to straddle his thigh as he grabbed the condom then put it on. He slicked himself up and helped Gerard straddle him. "Easy does it now baby, go slow okay?" Gerard laughed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah..." He sunk down on the tip of Frank's cock. "Ah..." He gasped and licked his lips. "Fuck, I forgot how big you are... Actually. No I didn't." He giggled and closed his eyes... "Remember how I use to fuck you in my dad’s bed when he was at work? Yeah, you fucking loved it." Gerard was sat completely down on Frank’s cock, and his body was stiff. He released an obnoxious, forced moan and tossed his head back. Frank knew something was wrong. After two years with this beautiful creature, he could tell when a sound from him was being forced. He placed his hands on Gerard's thighs, and felt the shiver. He was not here, and it was not Frank's cock that was inside him... In his mind it was Him "Baby baby, look at me, come on. Hey, remember when we were in Paris in the dressing room of the club? The first time I found out you liked wearing thongs?" Frank was trying to bring Gerard back from his personal nightmares. He tried to mention all the intimate moments that he could. He knew he needed to move inside him too, otherwise he would go soft and that would make the situation worse. "It's your fault for wearing such tight pants in the first place." He stopped and looked down at his wife. The thong was a shocking hue of blue with a ribbon woven in at the top. it was something that would suit a woman, but on Gerard it just looked right. Not to mention his cock was peeking over the top of it. Frank could not help chuckle and reach out to rub his thumb over the exposed head. "Playin hide and seek are we?" Gerard moaned, and pushed himself against Frank’s hand. "Frankie… uh.” Gerard nodded hard, rolling his hips, and groaned as if he were in pain. "Y-yeah," He whimpered, lowering his hands on Frank's chest. But he's not remembering Paris as clearly as he remembers the rape. Scot panted, letting go of Gerard's throat, and placed both his hands on his hips then rammed into him mercilessly. With his throat unblocked he is able to take his cock in deeper. Kent notices right away, and takes advantage of it as he picks up the pace. He decided to follow Scot's idea, and he pulls out then cums all over his face and chest. "Fuuuccckkk!" "And the limo, the first time we had sex was on the way to the airport. I remember loving the sounds that you made. You made me want you so bad that I just could not wait." Frank felt him relax a little, and he kept going as he thrust upward. Gerard was still stiff as Frank was doing all the work still, but he did not care. Frank could hear him release a little whimper. "You're so big..." Gerard giggled in between moans and then cried out again. "Oh fuck! You found my... fuck, fuck... Yeah, right there!" He grinds himself on Frank’s cock, and pushes his hands down on Frank’s chest. Frank gripped Gerard's hips so hard that he is sure that he left marks. "That’s it baby, fucking ride me. Mmmm just like that. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Just wanna keep you on my cock and never let you stop.” "Ah, ah, ah. So, mmmm, so thick and long. Harder, I need it harder, Frankie." Gerard whimpered again and scraped his nails down Frank’s sweaty chest. He was starting to feel relaxed now... Loose and warm... Until... "He's not going back to Iero. He's mine now." Scot spoke loud and clear. "He's going to be fucked, and beaten everyday for the rest of his miserable life." Scot grunted and stood up. He fixed his pants up, and kicked Gerard against his ribs. "Just like this." Gerard screamed behind the gag. "I was-want to. I wanna... Oh god, I wanna remember." He cried, hanging his head. "What about my birthday? You looked so fucking good in that apron. I didn't think I was ever gonna go soft that night, and the role play we did, so fucking hot!" ;"Wow Gee, just wow." Gerard twirled a tendril of his hair around his index finger, and winked. "Looks like someone's a little speechless... “ Gerard whispered seductively. "I could be six feet under, and still have a hard on right now that could break fucking concrete. Fuck Gee, how do you do that?" Gerard laughed loudly and signaled Frank, with his other index finger, to join him on the bed. "C'mere, funny man." ;Gerard could feel himself growing hard, and the way his erection poked his apron up looked pretty ridiculous, but that was the least of his worries. Frank smirked as he walked forward. He replaced his eye patch, and took out his blunderbuss. He cocked it then pointed it at Gerard's chest. "So wench, have ye cleaned my quarters like you were ordered to?" Gerard batted his lashes, licked his lips and shook his head. "No... I think I need to be punished. I've been a very naughty girl, Captain." He began to see life in him now. His arms circled his neck a bit, his focus was coming back. One more he thought, just one. Gerard's body was tingling now. He was breathing in and out harshly. He can feel the pleasure... He can feel it coursing through his entire body... "Y'like that, you little piece of shit? D'you remember this cock? Yeah... I bet you've dreamt of this moment." Scot moaned hoarsely, yanking Gerard's head back, and kissed his throat sloppily. Gerard's jaw was slack and wide, his face was wet with tears and sweat. His body was rigid, and his spine was bending in a way that shouldn't be possible. He wanted the torture to end. He wanted to be put out of his misery. "N-no..." Gerard gasped, tears trickling down his face. "F-Frank." He whimpered, pressing himself down on Frank’s thrusts. He held himself there, and he felt a spark. An intense spark of pleasure. "And New Year’s, you surprised me by wearing stockings under those pants. Your legs baby, I wanted to just eat you, and I am pretty sure I did. You taste so fucking good too. Love your cock and the taste of your cum. All mine, no one else, unless we both agree that is. We are in control, you are in control." Frank gripped one hand on Gerard's bound wrist, and held them as he continued to fuck him hard and fast. There was no time for slow and sensual. Frank knew that neither Gerard nor he wanted it any other way right now. "There! Right there!" Gerard screamed into Frank’s ear and attempted to lift his arms up. "F-Fuck, Frankie! Oh god. I'm gonna cum!" "Without me even touching you huh? Do it then, cum for me, I want to feel it." Gerard mewled when those words left Frank’s mouth. "Cum for me." "Harder, please Frankie." Gerard urged, tightening his legs around him. Frank let go of Gerard's wrists, and got a good grip on both his hips. He pulled the younger man to him with hard swift strokes, making sure to aim for his prostate every time. Frank was soon rewarded as Gerard screamed just as Frank had wanted him to. That seemed to do it. Gerard was looking at him now. At him. He was there, he was in Frank's arms, and no one else’s. He parted his lips and spoke. "I love you, Frankie." He whispered, moaning quietly. "That's it baby, that's it, stay with me." Frank scooted back so that he was against the headboard now. He pulled Gerard to him, and held him in a warm embrace. Not too tight, but enough to let him know that he was loved. "I'm gonna cum." He gasped out, grunting as he grinds down on his husband swiftly. One... Two... Three... Four times.. He's cumming hard, gripping onto Frank's shoulders for dear life as he chants 'fuck' in a high, airy voice over and over again in Frank's ear loudly. It felt so good feeling Gerard cum. Frank wiped his fingers through it and slipped them inside his mouth. It had been months since he tasted his wife. "God baby, I can feel you, oh God you're gonna make me cum too." Gerard was slumped over Frank, panting and trying to regain composure. Frank tightened his grip on Gerard knowing it was alright now. That he was safe in Frank's arms. He thrust up a few more times, and then he was cumming. He only wished that it was inside Gerard, and not the condom. Now instead of being able to bask in the afterglow, he extracted himself to remove the obstruction. "I hate not being able to fill you up Gee, I really do." Gerard rolled over, and fell against the bed, running his hand through his messy sex hair. "Yeah..." He whispered, bringing himself up on his elbows. He looked down at his lap, and saw the mess of cum then closed his eyes tightly to stop himself from freaking out. "I'm... So relieved, but I'm still scared. I feel like shit because I'm not better... That whole time I... I couldn't stop thinking about them." "Oh baby, I told you that you were not ready. Did I hurt you?" Frank dropped the condom in the trash. He grabbed a towel and used it to clean his wife off. He held him as Gerard sobbed into his shoulder. "Why don't we start with getting that test done? That will make you feel better, knowing that you are alright on the inside." Gerard nodded numbly, and wrapped his arms around Frank’s shoulders. "Kay..." "We can do it at M.'s if it makes you feel safer. Whatever you need baby." Gerard pressed himself against Frank with all his weight and nodded again. "I'm sorry. I promise I'll get better." "I know you will Gee, and I will be there every step of the way, I promise." Frank pulled Gerard to him, and kissed him with everything that he had. He poured his soul into the kiss. Frank just hoped that Gerard knew how he felt. They were going to get through this together. ***** Before The Break Down ***** Chapter Summary Four years of marriage and everything is just perfect...too bad nothing lasts forever. Chapter Notes Hi...*tentative wave* *deep breath in* Okay, so this chapter may be hard for some of you to handle. Please understand that everything that ***Digdeepenough*** and I write has a reason and there is method to our madness. All we ask is that you hang on no matter how rough the journey gets. If you give up now, you will never know what happens will you? @~@ Frank and Gerard are in their blissful fourth year of marriage. Since the incident with Scot, Gerard has made a full recovery and everything has been amazing with his perfect husband by his side. A chance meeting though takes Gerard on a journey with someone he never thought he would see again. While Gerard is having fun taking a trip down memory lane, Frank is being left to wonder what is happening to his wife. When everything comes to a head, will they still be all right or will thier life be changed forever? See the end of the chapter for more notes ***Timestamp: Wednesday, May 16th Fourth Year*** ***Gerard*** Gerard removed his hands from his husband's throat, panting and shuddering as he fell against his chest. Frank shifted under him, breathing equally as hard and uneven. Gerard was starting to catch his breath, and when he regained somewhat of his composure, he placed noisy, wet kisses all over Frank's shoulder and throat. "Didn't even have to move a muscle." He joked, giggling quietly. "OH honey, if that is what I will get, you can take control anytime you want." Frank flipped them over so that he was hovering over his wife. He pressed his face into Gerard's neck, and breathed deeply before taking the flesh in his mouth then nibbling on it. "Can I just have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Fuck work, I could just stay home, and eat you all day." Frank trailed down Gerard's chest to his softening cock and mouthed it lightly. "A-ah..." Gerard released a high pitched gasp, and jutted his hips up in response to his husband’s actions. "You'd miss my cooking if you did that." Gerard looked down at Frank with a weak, worn out smile etched on his face. "True and I think that the CEO I am meeting with would get kind of pissed being stood up. I am after all buying out his company." Frank slid off of Gerard's body, and grabbed both their robes. He helped Gerard on with his, and tied the waist for him, using it as an excuse to pull him close again. He kissed him slow and sweet, like their earlier love making. "All right baby, go whip me up something half as yummy as you so I can take on this idiot. I am going to go hop in the shower... Unless you would like to join me?" "Not this time.There wouldn't be any washing going on if I jumped in there with you. You know that." He slipped on his slippers then started for the bedroom door. "I'll take one after you." As he exited the bedroom he can hear Frank shouting out that he wasn't any fun as he started to make his way downstairs. He giggled at his husband’s childlike sense of humor as he entered the kitchen, and pulled open the fridge. He didn't know what he was going to prepare yet as he pulled out the gallon of soy milk and vegetarian bacon. He looked to the empty area where the eggs were meant to be kept and realized they had ran out a few days ago. "Fuck..." ***Frank*** Frank came down the stairs, but could not smell breakfast. He walked into the kitchen, fixing his tie. The damn thing never stayed straight. His suit was a bit more conservative today, he wanted to appear professional. "Baby, can you fix this for me?" Frank walked in and saw Gerard dishing out oatmeal with fresh fruit for garnish. "Everything alright baby? I thought you were making veggie omelets this morning?" Gerard inhaled deeply and shook his head, releasing a loud sigh. "Out of eggs." He starting to fix Frank’s tie. "I'll pick some up after work..." When he was done he patted his husband’s chest and pecked him on the lips. "Eat your breakfast. I gotta shower and get ready." "What would I do without you Geebear?" Frank swatted Gerard's ass playfully then settled in to eat. It really did smell good once the brown sugar and milk was added, along with the fresh cut up berries. "Can you believe it has almost been five years for us? It feels like I have been with you forever baby." Frank watched Gerard blow him a kiss then leave. He was making a cute squeaking noise as he yawned and ran his fingers through his short blonde hair. It took Frank a bit to get used to the blonde, but now he kind of liked it. Realizing that he had been caught up in thoughts of his wife while time ticked away on him, he picked up the pace of eating. Frank finished his breakfast quickly then pulled the little surprise out of his pocket, leaving it on the counter as he grabbed his briefcase; yeah he needed it today. Frank then headed off to work. * * * ***Gerard*** Gerard's literally running out of the museum by the time he's done with work. The past couple of hours had kicked his ass, and when it was time to clock out he had been on his fifth cup of coffee. He was so fucking drained, but he felt so accomplished. Louis had just driven around the corner when he stopped, jumped out of the driver’s seat, and rushed to open the door for Gerard. "D'you have a good day at work?" He tipped his hat to Gerard. Gerard smiled and wiped the imaginary sweat off his forehead. "Busy as a bee. Today was hectic." He climbed into the back of the car. "Oh! And before we go home I wanna stop by the grocery store. I have to pick up a few things." "Sure thing Mrs. I." Gerard smiled to himself, and reached into his shirt to pull out the new necklace Frank laid out on the kitchen counter for him that morning. He fiddled with it all the way to the grocery store with thoughts of husband running through his mind. Gerard briskly walked through the grocery store with a basket hanging off his arm. He had a sticky note he'd written everything down on in his other hand. So far he picked up toothpaste, face wash, Frank’s favorite brand of goat cheese, and eggs. Now he just needed a carton of juice and a bag of those veggie chips Frank liked so much. As he made his way down the aisle he can hear children shouting. Gerard giggled under his breath then started to read the label on the back of the juice. "Ha ha, can't catch me!" "You wait till I get my hands on you then you will see how funny it is!" "Guys, dad is not going to be happy with you two running around the store like this." "Oh stop, we are just having fun, no one is getting hurt." "Yeah well you keep chasing Des like that, and she is going to run into..." A girl with long brown hair dressed in a moderate blue skirt and flowered top ran smack into Gerard, causing her to fall over and nearly knocking Gerard down. "S-S-Sorry Sir, I did not mean to bump... into... you?" The girl looked at him then whispered. "Gege?" Gerard looked down at the little girl with wide eyes, and a feeling of nostalgia rushed over him. "Gege! Daddy, I wan' Gege!" Gerard dropped the basket, and fell down to his knees. He pulled the little girl into a hug. "Destiny?! Oh my... God!" He was so close to tears. If Destiny was here that meant... "Adam, didn't I tell you to keep an eye on those two? Who knows what kind of... Hey! What are you doing with my daughter?!" The man that rounded the corner grabbed for his daughter, but she would not let go. "No daddy, no, look look, it's Gege!" "That's impossible it couldn't be..." He watched as his daughter moved to the side a bit so he had a better view of the man on the ground. "Gerard?" Gerard was still on his knees as he looked up to the familiar voice. Just as he expected. His third husband... Billy. Gerard smiled up at him as he stood up quickly, and grabbed for his basket. "Yeah, It's me..." He looked into the tall man’s deep, blue eyes. He looked so... The same... Just bald now. Gerard wanted to comment on it, but he realized it wouldn't be appropriate unless Billy mentioned it first. The lack of hair could mean anything, and he didn't want to bring it up if it was anything but hair loss or a fashion statement. "Oh my... Gee, uh Gerard, how are you? Uh, what are you doing here?" Billy looked down at the basket and blushed. "Right shopping of course. Silly me right?" "Oohhh, this is pretty!" Destiny was reaching for Gerard's hand, and touching his rings. "I like the pink and black stones. What are they?" "Des, that is not nice to ask..." "Dad, did you find... Gerard?" Adam rounded the same corner dragging Stephan with him. Both boys stopped, and looked like they saw a ghost. "I... uh... hi?" Stephan pulled away from his brother and ran up to Gerard, but stopped short of him. "Gerard hi! We missed you? Why did you go? Were we bad kids or something?" "Yeah, I always wanted to know too." Billy looked at Gerard. He had never told the kids what happened. "Kids stop now, sometimes things just don't work out for grownups because one of them is too stubborn to listen or think about the other one's feelings." The kids looked up at Billy. "What?" "Never mind, look I am sure that Gerard has to get back home to his uh... husband?" Gerard was a bit overwhelmed. He felt a surge of energy rush throughout his entire body, and wanted to throw himself on the ground so he could pull the kids down with him into a hug fest. Then again, he knew that wouldn't be appropriate either. Gerard settled with a smile and shook his head. "No, I mean... yes, I have a husband, but I'm not done shopping. There's no rush... Are you guys all finished?" "Well we would have been if I did not have to play hide and seek with these two rascals here." At that point a phone rang, and everyone looked at the little girl. She pulled it out of her pocket with efficiency and answered it. "Hello?" "Yes, oh that's right. No I will tell him. Later." Destiny ended the call then looked up at her dad. ”Dad that was Kyle. He wanted to remind us that we have a dinner reservation in an hour. He tried calling your phone, but it went to voicemail." Billy took his phone out of his pocket and realized it was off. He powered it back, up and saw that he indeed had several messages. "Um, yeah, so we better get going then. We still have to get home and change." "Awww, but I wanted to spend more time talking to Gege. Hey, can I have your phone number? We can go out for ice cream when you are done doing housework." Destiny fiddled with her phone and waited. Gerard smiled, looking down at her, and he couldn't say no to that precious face. "Of course, sweetie, if it’s okay with your dad.” "Uh, sure, I guess, but honey, I don’t think that Gerard is going to be able to hang out. He has other obligations as a wife you know?" "Oh Gege will find time to hang out with me, just like he used to, won't you Gege?" Gerard nodded frantically, and reached out to brush Destiny's fringe away from her eyes. "Of course. I missed you kids so much. I think about you all the time. Spending time with you will be a dream come true." Destiny stood and listened to Gerard rattle off his number. She then texted him so that he would have her number. "All right Gege, I am going to text you for sure this week. We have an ice cream date and..." "Hey, can I come too?" Stephan was standing, fiddling with the bottom of his tee shirt. Gerard giggled, looking at him being shy. "I would love for you to come along, but maybe your father would rather…” "Oh no, I have too many meetings coming up. No, you enjoy your time with the children. They seemed to have missed you a lot, and are looking forward to spending time with you. Besides, I am sure your husband would have less of a problem if I was not involved too." At that point Billy looked at his watch and gestured to the children. They all nodded and Destiny reached up on tippy toes to kiss Gerard's cheek. "It was great to see you Gege, I will call you okay?" Gerard smiled and twiddled his fingers at his former family. "I'll be waiting for it." All three kids waved goodbye then headed out with their dad. Louis came in as they were leaving. "Everything alright Mrs. Iero?" Billy stopped and turned. "Iero?" Gerard looked away from Louis just as he was about to reply and turned to Billy. "Yeah, my husband's Frank Iero." "Wow, I uh... okay. Good to see you Gerard." Billy left without another word. Louis walked up to Gerard. He took the basket from him. "I was gettin worried about you. I see you ran into some folks you know though. Anyway, just got a call from Mr. I. He is ready to go too, so we can swing by, and pick him up on the way home." "Alright... Let's go." He pulled his phone out of his pocket once he got into the car, and smiled at the text Destiny had sent him. ’<3 Gege <3’ ’Dizzy Fate’ It was not long before they arrived at Skatasic Records. Frank was waiting outside whistling when they pulled up. Louis got out of the car and opened the door. Gerard shifted over as Frank climbed in. "Hey baby! We need to go out and celebrate! You are looking at the new owner of Bare Bones Recordings! This is going to open up so much for us!" Frank reached over and pulled Gerard into his lap. He leaned in and kissed him with the excitement of his news. He was fevered, and it fed into his movements. He was hard as a rock. "Wow, really?! That's awesome Frankie!" He could feel Frank getting hard against his ass and he smiled weakly. "You're that excited, huh?" "Yeah baby, why, what's wrong? Did you have a rough day at the Gallery?" Frank eased Gerard off his lap and looked at him seriously. "I'm sorry Geebear, that was thoughtless of me to think that you had just as good a day as I did. Besides you spend most of the day on your feet when I get to sit at a desk." "He was pretty worn out when I picked him up earlier Sir." "Thanks Louis. Hey Louis, let's stop and get take out at the Thai place. I think Mrs. Iero needs a break from cooking and the public." Gerard took his husband’s hand. "It wasn't so bad and Thai food sounds like a good idea." Frank pulled Gerard into his side and snuggled close to him. Gerard relaxed as Louis piped some Classical music into the car. He closed his eyes, and drifted off with the motion of the car lulling him to sleep. ***Time Stamp: Friday, May 18th*** Gerard's sitting at the breakfast nook with Spencer. They're talking about their day as they eat their salads. "So enough about school and work... How're things with you and Peter? The puppy must be a handful." Gerard was mid giggle just as his cell vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out quickly in case it was Frank. He had a few missed calls, all 800 numbers and a bunch of unchecked emails, but what really caught his attention was a text from Destiny... ’Hey Gege, had kinda bad day at school and need ice cream. Want to join me?’ ’Dizzy Fate’ Gerard completely unintentionally blocked out whatever Spencer was saying, and smiled down at his phone like an idiot. He replied back quickly: ’Aw, I'm sorry to hear that sweetie <3 I would love to join you for ice cream! Just let your dad know :)’ ’Frankie’s Baby’ He set his phone on low volume and put it down on his lap to wait for a reply. Spencer was staring at him with a confused look on his face. His brow was arched, and his arms were crossed over his chest. "What?" *ping* Gerard heard his phone go off, and picked it up quickly. ’Awesome! Can't wait to see you!’ ’Dizzy Fate’ "Uh Gee baby, either someone just sent you a picture of a kitten surrounded by feathers, or Frank just texted you. You are positively glowing right now." Gerard laughed nervously and shrugged. "No... It's nothing..." He trailed off, texting Destiny back. ’Same here sweetie. See you very soon!’ ’Frankie’s Baby’ Gerard looked to Spencer and smiled sheepishly at him. "What was it you were saying earlier?" "Man Gee baby, you are scatter brained lately. I asked you if you wanted to go with me to a club this evening. Both guys are working late, and Ryan can get us in free." "A club...? Um. Maybe another time, Spence." He picked up his fork then poked at his salad a few times. "Uh... okay. Well, I should get going then. I have to figure out what I am going to wear tonight. If you change your mind, text me and I will give you the address." Spencer got up, kissed Gerard on the head, and left for the front door. *ping* Hey Gege, sorry, I forgot to tell you where to meet me. LOL! Marcia's Ice Cream Parlor. Counting down the hours ’Dizzy Fate’ Gerard's upstairs in his bedroom, rummaging through his walk-in closet. He's looking for an outfit... A pink shirt he'd kept that Destiny had picked out for him when she was 4 years old. He remembered that day as if it were yesterday... He always took Destiny shopping with him when the other kids were at school and when Billy was at work. He bought her anything she wanted with Billy's credit cards, and it was okay because he usually insisted anyway. Gerard had been in the woman's department, carrying Destiny in his arms when they walked past a rack of pink, silk blouses and Destiny had pointed at them, smiling and cooing. Gerard had picked one up gave it to her to hold. She pressed her little face against and cuddled the cold, silky material. "Should we get it?" "Gege, pik pik! Pity Gege by Gege by!" Destiny thrusted the shirt in Gerard's face crushing the material in her hands. "She really wants you to buy that shirt Gee Love." Billy came from the dressing room where he was picking up some new suits for the meetings he had coming up. It was rare that Billy was able to come on one of these trips. but that just made them more special. "Yeah, I'm gonna get it... Pink's our favourite color. Isn't that right Des?" He kissed her cheek as she giggled. "Mmmm, I love spending the day with two of my favorite babies." He kissed Destiny on the cheek and Gerard on the lips. He lingered there just a minute till Destiny pushed him away. "NO my Gege!" "Looks like I have to fight for your affections Gee Love." "You know she's gonna win, right?" Gerard joked, smirking as he rocked Destiny in his arms gently. Billy feigned shock. "Why Gee, here I only thought you want me for my money!" Gerard slapped his husband’s arm and rolled his eyes. "You wish. Hold her for a sec. I wanna try on the blouse she picked out." Billy tried to take Destiny, but she clung to Gerard and began to cry. "Gege Gege, want Gege not daddy!' "Well love, it looks like you are just going to have to buy it and hope it fits." "Yeah, I guess you're right." He pressed his hand against the back of the little girl's head and kissed her forehead. "What am I going to do with you?" "Love me!" Billy and Gerard laughed at the cute face Destiny made. She pushed herself into Gerard's neck, and sighed as she yawned then drifted off to sleep on his shoulder. Gerard came out of his thoughts just as Louis pulled up to the ice cream shop ”Here you go Mrs. I, should I wait for ya?” ”No, I will call you when I am done. Thanks Louie.” Gerard hopped out of the car. He fixed his shirt then took a deep breath. He couldn't believe he was just going to walk in there, and reinsert himself into his ex-family's life. He was scared shitless but also extremely excited. Gerard stepped through the double doors and immediately spotted Destiny. He couldn't tell who the man next to her was because all Gerard could see was the back of his head. Gerard took another deep breath, and made his way over to them. "Gege!" Destiny ran to Gerard, and wrapped him in a fierce hug that nearly toppled him over. "I knew you would come, he said you were just playing me, but I said, Not my Gege." "So you really are here then." The man turned around and Gerard came face to face with his oldest son Kyle. "Kyle? Oh wow... You look just like your dad." "Not sure if I should take that as a compliment. He has no hair now." Kyle self-consciously rubbed his scalp then realized he was doing it and stopped. "Come on Gege, let's get in line!" Destiny pulled Gerard away from Kyle and got in line. She ordered a banana split with the works. "I share with Kyle. It is like our little ritual." Destiny laughed then looked down quietly. "I don't see him much anymore except for Sunday dinner and even then he has his girl with him. She doesn't like me." Gerard furrowed his brow and looked back at Kyle. "Why doesn't his girlfriend like you?" "I don't know. Every time he comes over with her, she wants to be alone with him, but that is the only time we get to see him. Especially me since I am still in school the longest out of all of us." The man returned with their ice cream, and Gerard laughed at the size of the dish. "Here Dizzy, let me grab that for you." Now Gerard understood the girl’s signature on her texts. Kyle appeared and took the dessert from both of them then brought it over to the table. He sat down and patted the seat next to himself for Destiny to take. She sat down as he took the spoons and after breathing on them, hung one on each of their noses. Destiny laughed and let it sit for a moment then grabbed it and dug in. "By the way Gege, that shirt looks familiar." Gerard giggled and tugged delicately on the collar. "It should, you picked it out Des. You were just a baby, but you knew what you liked. We both really liked this blouse." "Holy shit!" "Dizzy..." "Sorry Ky. I mean, wow, I can't believe you still have it!" Gerard laughed. "I still love it... I haven't worn it in years, but it's one of my favorites." "So... you are married again?" "Diz!" "What, I just want to know what he has been up to for the last ten years, that's all." "Yeah, no, it's okay Kyle. Yeah, I'm married. He's a nice man, and I really think he's..." Gerard trailed off and chuckled light heartedly. He looked at Kyle and gazed into his green eyes. He really did look just like Billy, and it made him feel weird... Talking about his husband to his ex-husband’s children. "What does he do?" "Diz, I think that Gerard is uncomfortable talking about this." "But, I have to know! I have to know what this guy has that dad didn't! I have to know why he left us. Does he have children too? Are they better than us? Do they behave more?" Destiny started to cry a little and wiped her tears away. Kyle mouthed sorry to Gerard. Gerard spoke quietly. "Destiny... It's not like that. I... Your dad and me-" He cut himself off and took a deep breath. No. He didn't want to talk about that right now. "How 'bout I get you another ice cream?" He stood up and gestured towards the window. "I know what happened." ***Kyle*** Gerard looked at Kyle as he looked up slowly. ”There was no way, no one was home that day.” "I did not have my last class, and decided to come home early. I called out, but no one heard me. Not surprising from all the arguing and yelling." Kyle sighed and tipped his head back. He knew that the memory would be as vivid for him as it was for the man across from him. "Please Kyle, tell me. Tell me what happened." Kyle took a breath and looked at his little sister. "Gee caught Pops with another woman, I mean, sorry Gee I wasn’t saying you were one, I...." That was all Kyle needed to say. The memory came crashing down like a tidal wave. "Look, I'm sorry Gerard, but it just got boring. All you ever do its what I tell you. You have no opinion for yourself, and I need that." Billy looked at Gerard, and spoke to him like that with the other woman still in their bed. "Opinion? You want my opinion? I can give you an opinion William... I think you're an asshole. I think you're a fucking piece of shit!" He pointed at Billy sternly and then looked at her. "And you! You're a fucking whore... You don't love him or the kids. You're a low life whore who'll never find happiness!" "*smirk* I found yours didn't I? Look sweetheart, some men need more than an ass to stick their cock in. With me he has several choices. Just agree that the better woman won, and walk out with some dignity." "That's enough Monica! Look Gerard, I already called M. It's over, I'm sorry. Just get ready, the car will be here in a bit to take you back to the House. I'll figure out something to tell the kids." Kyle watched his father turn his back and return to the bed. The other woman kissed him, ignoring that Gerard was still in the room. Kyle watched as Gerard just stood there. He could hear the man's heart breaking. Then he slowly walked out of the room. Kyle move quickly to hide around the corner. He watched as Gerard passed the bar and grabbed a bottle of something. He finished it off then smashed it against the wall. Then like the true wife he was, grabbed a broom and swept the glass to the side. Kyle reasoned that it was the kids he was thinking of. Lately Gerard had been sleeping in a different room from their dad because Adam was having nightmares. Gerard went into the room and closed the door. Kyle crept forward, and could hear Gerard crying and asking why over and over again. ”Yeah, so that's what happened. Just so you know Gee, she stole a shit load of our money and disappeared. Pops felt like a fool and cried for you, but honestly, he did not deserve you after treating you like that. Afterwards he stopped drinking, and even laid off the pot. He got all spiritual and well, he is the same now as he was, but better." Gerard took a seat again and looked Kyle in his eyes. "R-really? He cried for me?" "Yeah and his stupidity. Honestly, you were the best thing that ever happened to him." Destiny looked up at Kyle. "I never knew. Wow. I was an idiot. I thought the he left because I was bad or something. Forgive me Kyle. “ Destiny turned to Gerard. ”Gerard, my father was a fucking idiot. No wonder he has not had a date since then." Gerard looked down and frowned. "You shouldn't talk about your father like that. He was wrong, but he's still your dad." "No in this case she's right, even if she is still cursing." Kyle lightly smacks Destiny on the back of the head. "Ow, jerk." "Yeah, you know you love me." The two siblings smile at each other. Then they both turn back to Gerard. "So, I hope this does not mean that you don’t want to hang out with us anymore? "No, I kind of like having you around again." Kyle reaches out and touches Gerard's hand on the table. "It really is good to see you doing well and happy Gee." Gerard grinned at his ex-step son. "I definitely wanna see you guys again. I missed you all so much and yes, I've never been happier." ***Time Stamp: Friday June 15th*** ***Frank*** It took Frank a while to notice, but Gerard had changed in the last month. He was happy. Really happy. He would whistle in the kitchen as he cooked, but the meals were less than stellar recently. Also the house was little by little getting dirty. He still cleaned it, but he seemed to put less effort into it. Gerard also seemed to be doing more shopping lately. Frank and Gerard had separate Amex cards, but they were on the same account so when Frank checked the records for something that he recently purchased, he noticed Gerard spending money too. He saw that a lot of it was clothing from private boutiques. One was from a place that sold adolescent clothing. Also Gerard had been to the movies, out for late lunches or early dinners. Hell, he even went to a skating rink. At first Frank thought that he was with Spencer, but one day Spencer called looking for Gerard Frank had come home early and Gerard was not there. He knew he only had a half day of work too and was going to surprise him. That is when the house phone rang. "Hello?" "Oh, hey Frankie, uh is Gee there?" "No, I assumed he was with you." No, I have not seem him in a few weeks now." "Oh, I did not know." "Yeah and I called his cell, but no one picked up." "Well I will tell him you called." "Yeah thanks Frankie, bye." Frank hung up just as Gerard came in the door. He had a few bags in his hand and was whistling again. "Hey baby, Where've you been?" Gerard stopped whistling immediately and looked to where his husband was standing and gasped dramatically. "Honey, you startled me." Frank rose brow at him and Gerard realized he hadn't answered his question. "Oh! And uh... I've been out..." He trailed off, heading up stairs quickly. Frank watched Gerard hurry up the stairs. He left one of the bags at the bottom when he came in. Frank went to grab it and bring it, when he decided to look in it. It was clothing, but it was different than what Gerard normally wore. It was a little younger, hipper style. Something a teenager would wear. He reasoned that maybe Gerard had gone shopping for Kat. He brought the bag up to the bedroom where Gerard was hanging up some other clothing that looked like what Frank had. "So, more clothing huh?" "Mhm... I've been in that kind of mood lately. New me, new wardrobe, ya know?" "Yeah, I noticed a bit of a change in you. I was just a little worried, that's all." Frank handed the bag to Gerard. "So, I came home early to surprise you by taking you out to dinner." "Oh... Out to dinner? Where'd you have in mind?" Gerard asked quietly, pushing aside his jacket collection. "Um...I don't know. Maybe Italian?" Frank could see that Gerard was not really listening to him. "Oh and Spencer called. He said he has not seen you in a few weeks. He was worried you were working too much." "Italian... I saw Spencer a few days ago. We went out for cocktails-- uh, I think it was a few days ago. I can't remember. I've been so busy." "No, I am pretty sure it has been a few weeks. He tried calling your cell, but you never pick up anymore he said. Check and you will see quite a few messages and I bet texts too. You missed a lot of mine also. Is everything all right Geebear?" Gerard yanked his cell from his back pocket and swiped at the screen. He did have a shit ton of messages and missed calls. "I... I've just been a little busy, Frankie. Everything's okay. I promise. Italian is fine. Let's do Italian." ***Time Stamp: Monday June 18th*** ***Gerard*** Gerard's in the kitchen, preparing Frank and himself dinner. He really did feel about not spending time with him like he used, so he wanted to make it up to him. As he starts to set everything up his phone goes off, vibrating in his pocket. He sighs in annoyance and pulls his phone up to his face. Kyle's name is what pops up and Gerard immediately turns the stove off and rushes to his office in case he needed the dock. "Hello?" "Hey Gee, uh, do you have a minute?" "Of course, sweetie. What's the matter?" "Um....I kind of have a problem and I don’t know who to ask about it. I mean Pops isn’t exactly full of great love advice , you know?" Gerard kind of chuckled at that bitterly. "I know. You know you can tell me anything." "All right, well look. I have been dating this girl, Chelsea, for about a year and we still uh...we still have not had sex. I mean we fooled around and foreplay and all, but just not the act and it’s notherwhdoesn'twantto." Kyle slurred his last words together, like he was afraid of saying them out loud so Gerard didn't catch the last bit. He pushed his hand through his hair and took another deep breath. "What was that last bit?" Kyle sighed on the other side. "I said that it isn't me who is pushing, it's her. I said no and keep saying no." Gerard hummed and nibbled on his bottom lip. His girlfriend was pushing him for sex...? That could mean only one thing, right? Gerard whispered his next question, soft and quietly--motherly almost. "Kyle... Are you a virgin, sweetie?" "What!? I of course not! How could you think that?! I'm 23 for Christ sakes!" "Okay, okay... I was just asking. It's okay if you are... Ya know, it's not a bad thing and I did say you can tell me anything." Gerard spoke supportively. Kyle hesitated for a moment and then sighed. "All right Gee, yeah, I am. I mean I have dated since high school, but I just never....you know." "No, I totally understand. So your girlfriend's trying to push you into sex? Have you talked to her about being a virgin?" Gerard needed to get all of the details out of Kyle. How else is he going to help the boy? "Uh...no? Duh, why would I tell her that, it would ruin my rep you know?" Gerard rose a brow at that. "So you'd rather just deny her sex without an explanation?... Kyle, she's your girlfriend. You have to be completely honest with her." That's when it dawned over Gerard. He had an idea and the tiny light bulb in his head lit up. "Hey... How 'bout we do a role play? I'll be Chelsea and you just be yourself." Gerard walked over and set his cellphone on its dock. The phone's on speaker now and Gerard stands up, slowly, awaiting Kyle's response. "Okay, so how do we do this? I mean do I start or do you go or..." "Ahhh... I'll go first. I'm gonna' ask you why you don't want to sleep with me and we'll just take it from there... Cool?" "All right, go ahead." "Okay.. Here we go: Kyle. We need to talk." "Why Chelse, what's up?" Gerard thought that her nickname was cute. He took a deep breath and continued. ***Frank*** ”Baby, I’m home.” Frank was tired. He had a shit day and was looking forward to the proper home cooked meal that Gerard promised him tonight. They had a wonderful night of making love and then again in the shower this morning. It felt really good and he felt that Gerard had really been in tune with him for the first time in a while. It bothered Frank that Gerard was so different. ”Hey baby, you around?” Frank ducked in the kitchen and saw everything set up for dinner, but nothing cooking yet. He wondered if Gerard was in the bathroom or the bedroom. He made his way across the living room and saw that Gerard’s office door was open. He made his way over, but stopped short when he heard Gerard. He sounded like he was talking to someone or on the phone. ”Hey Geebear, I…” Frank stopped in mid-sentence when he heard what Gerard said next. He stood riveted, not believing what he was hearing out of his wife’s mouth. ***Gerard*** "We need to talk about us... About how you never want to have sex with me. I always have to make the first move and you never seem to be interested in me. What's wrong? Are you not attracted to me or something? " Gerard was pacing back forth now, getting seriously into character. "No of course not sweetheart, I just think that we are rushing into things. We need to get to know each other more." "Know each other more? We've known each other for a year. I think that's enough... Really Kyle, what's wrong? Is it me?" "No no no, it's not you, really it's not. I just...I don’t think we are ready yet.” Gerard wracked his brain as he tried to think back to a time where he'd been told something like that before... And nothing really came to him. He'd never been turned down for sex so he needed to be believable. "Please Kyle... Please be honest with me. Why don't you want to fuck me? I love you and I want us to make love. I want it to bring us closer together..." He trailed off, releasing a shaky breath. He felt bad for putting his ex- stepson in this kind of situation, but he wanted him to be ready for the real thing for when it finally happens. "I-I-I-I love you too, but I just....I can't right now. I just can't." "Why?! Just tell me! I'll love you no matter what... I'll--" "You fucking Bitch! How could you do this to me! Gerard turned around and saw Frank in the doorway with a red face. ***Frank & Gerard*** "You fucking Bitch! How could you do this to me!?" Frank walked in the room. more like charged in. Gerard was standing in the middle of the place with his hands on his hips. At first he was smiling and then it quickly changed to concern. Gerard looked around, confused and scared as his husband stormed into his study. "Frank... What's wrong?" Gerard, for some strange reason, didn't think Frank was talking to him. His Frankie would never call him a bitch. "What's wrong? What's wrong?! Did you really fucking ask me that you deceiving Jezebel!? This whole fucking month something has been wrong with you. The new clothes, the attitude, even your fucking hair. My dinners have been shit and the house is a fucking wreck and now I know why!" Frank pushed Gerard into the desk. "You've been cheating on me!" Gerard braced himself, pushing his hands flat down on the surface of the desk. He shook his head frantically and whimpered. "N-no! I'm not... It's not what you think! This is my ex step son!" "That is fucking sick Gerard Way! Trying to get your step son to sleep with you!? Are you that fucking desperate?! What, my cock was not enough for you. Hell I even let you have Pete, Spencer, and Ryan and still you went to another!?" Frank crowded Gerard against the desk. "Frank!" Gerard shouted, huffing and puffing. "No! We were role playing! I'm not cheating on you!" He reached out and pressed his hand against his husband’s shoulder and attempted to push him back a bit to give himself more space in between them. "Don't fucking touch me!" Frank pushed Gerard away hard and he bounced slightly off the desk and to the wall next to it. Frank paced back and forth getting angrier. He looked at the desk and saw the lap top. He picked it up and shook it in front of Gerard. "I bet you are not even really going to school are you!? I bet you are using this to fuck around with other guys. Well guess what Slut, no more!" Frank threw the lap top at the wall just as Gerard flinched. It nearly hit him as it made contact and smashed to the ground. Gerard gasped, looking down at the smashed machine. "F-Frank... You're insinuating again. Please... Please just fucking listen to me. I'm not cheating on you. I would never fucking cheat on you!" Gerard backed up into the corner of the wall. He feared for his safety for the first time in this marriage. He knew how Frank can be when he didn't listen to reason--couldn't listen to reason. Frank continued to pace. He ran his fingers through his hair like he was thinking hard. "You know what, I should have fucking listen to M, when he told me that you were ambitious. He knows you better than I ever would. Maybe I should have treated you like all the others. No Job, no school, just kept you home to cook, clean, and fuck. Maybe that is how it will be from now on if I don’t ship your ass back to M. in a fucking box!" "No! You fucking can't! You're being crazy! You're being just like my ex- husbands!" Gerard screamed, pressing himself hard against the wall. "What the fuck did you just call me!?" Frank grabbed Gerard by the arm. He squeezed as he pulled the frightened man to him and breathed heavily in his face. "Maybe now I understand why they treated you the way they did, but I NEVER treated you like that so don’t you dare fucking compare me to those low lifes!" "No, you never have, but when you do finally start you'll be just like Scot--" *crack* The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room. Frank held his hand out as it finished its arch connecting with Gerard's face. Gerard crumbled to the ground clutching his cheek and sobbing. Suddenly the room filled with another younger voice. "Gerard! Oh my fucking God! What has this monster done to you!? I am coming over there right now and picking you up! You are not staying there any longer! I can't believe you're trying to help me and my girlfriend got you hit!" "What?" Frank looked at the phone and the voice streaming from it. "Yeah that's right asshole! He was trying to help me, but you, you close minded shit head you would not listen. Now I am taking him from you. You will never lay a hand on him again! Gerard let's go get up and get your things! I will be there in 10 min." Gerard blinked hard, he can already feel his eye swelling and it was making it hard for him to see. All he can do is clutch his face and cry in disbelief. It happened. He knew it eventually would. "P-Please... Hurry Kyle." Gerard sobbed, getting up off the floor with wobbly legs. He grabbed his phone and pressed it off as he left the room, cradling his face with his free hand. Frank just stood there and him go. He did not grab him or try and follow him. He just stood still. ***Gerard*** Gerard charged up stairs, still crying hysterically. He grabbed a suitcase from the back of the closet and yanked a few of his clothing off the racks and threw them on the bed. He wiped his face vigorously and stared at his clothes, crying and trying to wrap his brain around everything that just happened. "Fuck... Fuck. Fuck..." He panted, crouching down on the floor once he started to actually register everything. He pressed his hands to his face and started to take deep breaths. The anxiety was washing over him and this panic attack was no fucking joke. He couldn't breathe and when he pushed himself off the ground he got into bed and buried his face in the pile of his clothes. Breathe... Just breathe... And he did just that. Gerard heard the front door thrown open and Kyle charging in. ***Kyle*** "Where is he you son of a bitch? If you hurt him anymore, I will...." At that moment Gerard came down the stairs with the suitcase. His husband Frank had come out of another room with a dazed look on his face. "I-I'm ready." Gerard told Kyle, walking pass Frank quickly. Kyle grabbed Gerard's suitcase and ushered him out of the house. He piled him in the car and then ran around the other side. As he was getting in Frank appeared at the doorway. He looked at them. Kyle flipped him off and drove away. * * * It was past dinner by the time they got to Kyle's house. The whole way there Kyle could tell that Gerard wanted to cry, but he didn't. He just kept looking out the window and sighing now and then. His father's car was in the driveway when they arrived. He knew he had to say something to the old man, but first he had to take care of Gerard. Kyle got out the car first he grabbed Gerard's suitcase and opened the door for him. He held Gerard by the arm as the made their way to the house. "Does it look any different than you remember?" Gerard shook his head, shuddering a bit. He whispered, looking around. "It looks the same..." Kyle did not think that small talk was going to be possible, but he tried. They walked in the house and Kyle led him through the living room and down the hall to the stairs. "Kyle, that you?" "Uh, yeah Pops. I just." "It's late, you didn’t call and...Gerard?" Shit Kyle was hoping his dad was in the office, but no he was in the kitchen instead. "Look Pops, let me just settle Gerard in and I will come talk to you." "Settle him in, is he staying?" "Later okay?” Kyle turned away from his dad and continued to led Gerard to the stairs. Gerard turned to Kyle and grabbed his arm. "I'll tell him." "No Gee, you are too fragile. I tell you what, why don’t you go get settled and changed and we can all sit down together?" Kyle brought Gerard to the guest room near by his and Stephan's. He left Gerard and went back downstairs to his dad. "Kyle..." "Not yet Pops, wait for Gerard." ***Gerard*** Gerard sighed once Kyle left him alone. He changed into a plain black blouse and fixed his appearance in the bedrooms bathroom. His cheek was slightly bruised, but not too bad. His eye though, that was pretty swollen. No make up was going to hide that. He was numb as he started to go downstairs. Billy and Kyle were quietly sitting at the dining room table and Gerard wondered if they had talked about him at all. "I'm... Better now." Kyle pulled a seat out for Gerard. It was next to Kyle, but across from Billy. Billy looked up at Gerard and his eyes widened. He knew that he saw the bruises. He also knew that Billy was remembering when he caused those kinds of marks on Gerard. "Gerard, I…you can stay as long as you need to. I don’t want you going back there if it is not safe for you." "I... I appreciate it. I really do." Gerard was speaking quietly as he avoided Billy's eyes. He knew Billy was looking at the bruises. "All right, hey you two how about some food. I was just making myself a late dinner, but I have enough for all of us." Before any protest can be said Billy goes into the kitchen and in a few moments returns with three bowls of fresh salad on a tray each topped with rolled cheese and meat. "It's not a perfect chef's salad, but at least the dressing is homemade." Gerard smiled weakly and took one of the bowls. "T-thanks Billy." The three sat and ate in silence only the sound of the utensils scrapping the bottom of the bowls. When they were done, Kyle took the bowls to the sink. Billy finished his water and then stood up. "Well, I have work tomorrow. Going to check out a prospective ball player from Rutgers. If he is good, we might pick him up. Night you two." Billy headed to the door. He turned back before he walked out. "Hope you sleep well Gerard." "Y-you too, Billy." "Well, I still have class in the morning so I need to turn in too. Do you need anything else?" Gerard could see that Kyle did not want to leave him, but he knew that the boy still had his own responsibilities. "No. I'm good sweetie. Thank you for everything." "All right, well then sleep well." Kyle carefully leaned over and kissed Gerard's cheek. He then left the room and left Gerard alone with his thoughts. ***Time Stamp: Friday, June 22nd*** ***Spencer*** Spencer was pissed. It had been over a month since he had spoken to, let alone seen, his best friend. Gerard never called him back when he left messages, and now his voicemail box was full. He stormed over to the house, and opened the door without caring to knocking. ”Gerard Iero, where the fuck are you!?” ”Mrs. Wentz?” ”Charlie? Louie? What are you guys doing? Where is Gerard?” ”Uh… well… we don’t know.” ”What?” Louis ran a hand over his receding hairline then let out a long breath. ”A few days ago Mr. and Mrs. I got in a big fight. Apparently Mr. I misunderstood something and well…” ”Lou, it’s okay.” Louis looked at Charles, and let him continue. ”He hit him.” ”Who, wait... Gerard hit Frank?” Spencer looked at the two men, and gasped covering his mouth. ”I’ll fucking kill him!” Spencer tried to charge into the house but Louis grabbed him, preventing any further entrance. ”He isn’t here! He’s at a conference in Vegas. He has not been here since that day.” ”So where is Gerard?!” ”I saw him leave with a young man.” Spencer crumbled to the ground. His best friend, he let it happen again. He did not protect him and here he was selfishly angry because Gerard had not called him. Spencer heard a familiar sound ring through the house. ”That’s Gee’s phone.” ”Yeah, he left it here, it rings then hangs up.” Spencer got up and went into the living room. He followed the sound to the office, and gasped at the way it looked. Gerard’s desk was shoved against the wall. His laptop was in pieces, and the dock for the phone was hanging by the wire off the desk. The phone was on the floor by the upended coffee table. He picked it up and looked. Over seventy-five messages and texts combined. Work, Stan’s personal line, himself, Kassie, and a few random ones. None from Frank, He went through the sent calls and found the last number he called. Taking a chance he dialed it. ”Hello?” ”Hi, uh, you don’t know me, but I am calling from Gerard’s phone and…” ”Yeah, I can see that.” ”Look, I really need to find him. Do you know where he is?” ”Depends, are you with that son of a bitch?” ”No, Frank isn’t even in the state right now. Please, I am so worried about him. Just tell him that Spencer wants to see him, then call me back.” ”I will think about it. Bye.” The voice hung up, and Spencer just sighed. He hoped this guy was on the up and up, and actually talked to Gerard. Spencer could do nothing but wait now, like he had been doing for weeks. ***Time Stamp: Sunday, June 24th*** ***Gerard*** Gerard's locked away in his bedroom. He has been for days. He has hardly eaten anything, he hasn't been sleeping much, and he hasn't spoken to anyone. Not even Destiny. Gerard's lying in bed, curled up in fetal position in the dark. He's trying to close his eyes. He's trying to sleep so he could forget about everything, but he can't. Gerard sighed loudly, and flipped himself on his back just as he did he heard a knock at his bedroom door. "Who is it?" "Hey, It's Kyle. Sorry to bother you, but I have to talk to you." Gerard sat up slowly and climbed out of bed. He went to his bedroom door and unlocked it, but he didn't bother to open it. Instead, he went back to his bed and lay back down. Kyle walked in quietly. He looked at the room and, Gerard knew what he was thinking. It was a mess. He had not cleaned it since he came, but he just did not care. The meals that Kyle had brought him sat mostly untouched. He knew the young man worried about him, thus making him feel guiltier. "Hey Gee, uh, so do you know a Spencer?" Gerard perked up a bit at his best friend's name. "Y-yeah... I do. He's my best friend." "Yeah, well uh he called me, and wanted to talk to you but I was not sure if I should let you." Gerard sat up slowly, and took in a deep breath. "I... I do want to talk to him... I'm just... I'm so confused. How did he get a hold of us?" "You left your phone and apparently he traced the last call that was made by you. He's a pretty clever guy huh?" "Oh... I knew I was missing something and yeah he is." "Yeah, so he seemed really anxious to see you. Do you want to see him?" "Y-yeah. Of course I do." "All right, so should I tell him to come here or..." Gerard didn't have to think about it. Of course he wanted Spencer to come over. "Yeah. Here is fine. Do you need to ask your father?” Kyle looked at Gerard. "Gee, Pops said whatever you need is fine with him. I will call Spencer back, and let him know he can come over. I will give him the address." Kyle touched Gerard's shoulder lightly then left the room. ***Time Stamp: Monday, June 25th*** Gerard was rushing around the kitchen frantically. Today was the day Spencer was coming over, and he was nervous as hell. He was trying to make sure everything was perfect from the strawberry daiquiris to the avocado sandwiches. He had quadruple checked everything, and noting that it was perfect, he calmed down a bit... Up until the ringing of the doorbell echoed all around the house. Gerard rushed out of the kitchen. First he yanked off his apron, and fixed his hair. When he made it to the front door, he slowly pulled it open. "Gee..." Spencer was frozen for a moment. Then he cried out, and wrapped his arms around Gerard. "I am so sorry that I was not there for you. I don’t even know what to say. I should have been there to protect you." Spencer started crying and slumped to the floor. Gerard immediately carried him up, holding him tightly. "It's not your fault, Spence. It's not..." He petted his head as he whispered into his ear. "I feel like I should have been there. I mean I know we were not talking much during the month but..." "No, no, no... Don't feel guilty. You were busy with your husband, and I was busy spending time with my ex-husband's kids... My kids. If it's anyone's fault it's mine. I never told Frank I was seeing them." "Yeah I get that, but why the kids? I mean it has been ten years, I am surprised that they even remembered you." Gerard knew that Spencer was not trying to be mean, but he needed to understand how this all happened. Gerard sighed, showing Spencer into the kitchen. "Yeah. Me too. I was at the grocery store, and it was actually the youngest, Destiny, who recognized me. You should have seen my face." Gerard chuckled light heartedly. "Huh, well I guess she is a pretty smart kid. So what happened, how did you end up with Frank hitting you? I mean Frank? I never thought he would ever do that?" Gerard started for the tray of food on the counter. He picked it up then carried it to the dining table. He winced as he heard Spencer mention the act of violence. "He, uh... I was talking to Kyle... Um, we were roleplaying a conversation. I was pretending to be his girlfriend and he was himself... And yeah. That's that." He didn't want to go into too much detail. It still hurt to talk about it. "So once again Frank's inability to control his temper got him in trouble, only this time he is really going to regret it." Spencer walked over to Gerard and hugged him. "I am so sorry Gee, I thought he was different, I mean fuck, you made it four years plus! I just... fuck." Gerard nodded stiffly, still in Spencer's embrace. "Yeah... Me too." He whispered, resting his chin on his best friend's shoulder. ***Time Stamp: Saturday, July 7th*** ***The Iero Kids*** ”Hey Dad, Mom were home!” Kat and Kody walked in to a silent house. ”Where is everyone?” ”Yeah, both dad and mom have off on Saturday.” ”Maybe they’re on a date?” Gabe came in struggling with the luggage. Kody went over to help him. Kat walked around the place. Something felt off. The place was clean, but not in a homey way. It felt superficial. Industrial almost. ”Something is wrong here. It smells like chemicals in here.” Kody walked over and peered in the kitchen. ”Same in here.” He went to the fridge to grab and drink. Inside it was practically empty. There were a few take out cartons and bottles of water. No milk, eggs, or any other essentials. ”They might have gone shopping, I mean there is no food in the fridge.” ”That does not sound like Gerard.” ”Hey guys, come look at this!” Kody closed the fridge and followed the sound of his sister’s voice along with Gabe. They heard it coming from Gerard’s office. They walked in and stopped short. ”What the fuck happened in here!?” The room was a wreck. The furniture was pushed around and Gerard’s lap top was in pieces on the floor. Kody walked over and picked up a piece of it. ”This didn’t just fall, this was destroyed by force.” ”Dad, it had to be him.” Kat ran out of the room and up the stairs. She burst through the door of her parent’s bedroom. The bed looked like it had not been slept in in weeks. The sheets were covered with a fine dust. She tore open the closet. There was stuff missing from Gerard’s side. She checked the bathroom. All of his toiletries were gone. Kat did not realize that she began to scream till she was wrapped in Gabe’s arms. ”Kat Kat, calm down, what?” ”He’s gone! Gerard is gone!” ”What!?” Kody burst in the room and looked around like Kat did. He pulled out his phone and tried Gerard’s number. ”I’m Sorry the number you have reached has a full inbox. Thank you. Goodbye.” ”He’s not answering his phone and the inbox is full!” Kat was sobbing now. ”I’m calling Spencer.” Gabe led Kat to the vanity and sat her down. It was bare and all of Gerard’s make up was gone. It was also covered with dust. ”Yeah yeah, okay, yes please. Thank you Spence.” ”What did he say?” Kody let out a blood curdling scream and punched the mirror on the closet door. ”THAT SON OF A BITCH!” Gabe let go of Kat as she shrunk back from her brother’s violent reaction. ”Kody man, chill, you scaring your sister!” ”HE FUCKING HIT HIM!” ”What? Who?” ”THAT BASTARD! HE HIT GERARD!” ”What!? When?! Why?!” Kody was trying to breathe and calm down. ”They had a fight over and misunderstanding and dad hit Gerard. Bruised his cheek and gave him a black eye! Spencer said that a friend came and picked him up and he has been gone ever since.” ”Wait, then where is dad?” ”Who gives a shit! I hope he is fucking hell getting raped! How could he lay a hand on Mom!?” Gabe and Kat came over to Kody as he sobbed on the floor. The three of them huddled together till he was able to speak again. ”Spencer gave me the address of where he is. He told me that we should go over there and he would explain more to us.” ”Does he know where dad is?” ”Apparently he went to a conference in Vegas and when he returned he stayed in his office downtown. He has not returned to the house since Gerard left. I don’t even think he knows where Gerard is.” ”All right so we will go see Spencer tomorrow and then go see Gerard.” They all agreed and left the bedroom and then the house. ***Time Stamp: Monday July 9th*** Gabe pulled up into the gated estate, and brought the car around the circle to the front door. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "No, but I need to." "Yeah man, we have to find out what exactly happened between Gee and dad." "Do you want me to come in with you?" Kat looked at her fiancé and smiled. "Of course love, you are just as much a part of this family as Gee is." Kat kissed Gabe softly, and Kody sighed in the back. "I miss Rob... and Matt... and Dexter,,, and..." "All right Kodes, we get it, you get a lot of ass." Kody kicked the back of Kat's seat and Gabe laughed. "All right, let's do this." They all got out of the car, and went to the door. Kat took a deep breath then rang the doorbell. ”Yeah, can I help you?” "Hi, um... we are here to see Mrs. Ie... uh, is Gerard in?" There's a loud crash coming from the kitchen, and the guy at the door sighed. "Gerard is in the kitchen. Are you The Iero children?” "Um... yes?" ”Yeah, Spencer called me about you coming over.” Kody was really nervous. The guy was looking at them with a bit of a condescending attitude. The guy gestured for them to come in and Kody jumped when the doors closed behind them. He led them through the dining room, to the kitchen door. ”He’s in there.” Gabe looked at Kat, who looked at Kody, who looked back at Kat. She sighed and pushed the door open. On the floor was Gerard trying to clean up a mess of flour and eggs. He was silently cursing, and Kat did not know what to do. Finally it was Gabe who cleared his throat, and caused Gerard to look up. He looked like he had seen a ghost. "Uh... hi Gee." Gerard was no longer scrubbing at the mess on the floor. "K-kids...?" He stammered, blinking up at Kat and Kody with giant saucer eyes. "Oh my god!" He pushed himself up off the ground and started towards the children with open arms. "Gee!" The kids ran over to him while Gabe stood back respectably. Kody towered over Gerard, but Kat fit snuggly in his arms, much like Frank used to. "Gee we came home from school, and we... I mean what happened? Dad does not even know where you are! We found out from Spencer and..." Kody was talking frantically a mile and minute, but Kat was strangely quiet. She looked at Gerard, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Gee, you are supposed to be my maid of honor." Kat began to cry and Gabe stepped up and wrapped her in his arms. Gerard wanted to apologize and explain what had happened. He just couldn't bring himself to do so in that moment. Instead, he pulled Kat into a tight embrace, after Gabe had released her, and buried his face in her soft, nice smelling brown hair... Then came the flood of remorse and apologies. "Kat... Kody. I'm s-so sorry... I'm so fucking sorry... " He wasn't even going to mention Frank putting his hands on him. He didn't want the children to turn against their father. "You have to believe me. It's all just a huge misunderstanding." "Fucking asshole, why the fuck didn’t he just listen to you!?" Kody stormed out of the room. He needed to calm down. "I still can't believe it.” Kat got up and walked out after Kody. Gabe just sat there and stared as his fiancée walked out. He looked at Gerard. "Um... wow, I just... wow" That really wasn't what Gerard had expected. He did not expect Spencer to have told them everything. "Don't... Don't be mad at your father. I know how he can be... It was pretty bad. You guys weren't there... I don't blame him for jumping to conclusions." "HE STILL SHOULD HAVE FUCKING TRIED TALKING TO YOU FIRST!" Kody was fuming. If he was not in someone else’s house, he would have broken something. He came back in with Kat holding him tight. "You know what? We do not blame you one bit Gee, not at all. I just... I hope this does not mean that you will not be friends with us after you divorce dad." He grabbed Kat's hand and squeezed it. "I'll never stop being your friend. And I'll never stop loving you... No matter what happens between me and your father, okay?" "Wait, what happens? Are you seriously still thinking of going back to that piece of shit!?" Gerard had never heard Kody talk like that about his dad, and he was not stopping. Kat chimed in her thoughts. "I do not want to forgive him, and I can only imagine how you feel right now." Gabe placed a hand on Kat's shoulder and pointed to his watch. "Oh shit, that's right. Sorry Gee, we have to meet Jamia for planning out the details of the wedding. I would have you come with us, but..." "N-no. I-it's okay..." Gerard was still thrown off by how his step children reacted. Gerard just hoped they didn't take that rage to their father. He didn't even want to imagine that chaos. "I'll walk you to the door." He started towards the foyer, and they followed behind him until they were in front of the large double doors. Gerard pulled them open, and watched his step children and Gabe step out. "Thanks for visiting and listening to my side of the story guys... It means a lot to me." Kat and Kody hugged Gerard tightly. Even Gabe got a hug in this time. They walked to the car, and Gabe held the door for Kat. Kat waved lightly at Gerard then got in. Kody tried to smile through his anger, but Gerard could see him having trouble. "Bye Gee." Gabe called out and waved. He started the car and headed to the entrance of the estate. They drove away all wondering what will happen now. ***Time Stamp: Friday, July 13th*** ***Pete*** ”Hey Vicky, no I really don’t care if he wants to see me, I am going in.” ”Well I ain’t gonna stop you. He won’t let me in to clean up the office, and it is starting to smell from all the fast food he has been eating.” Pete was surprised. He thought that Frank would have given Vicky instructions not to let anyone else in. He took the elevator up to Frank’s office. When he arrived the hallway had a stench to it. He saw the great double doors open and walked in. Frank’s clothing was everywhere, along with old take out containers. No evidence of alcohol, but Pete figured that Frank was not that stupid. Oh he was stupid all right because of what he did with Gerard, but not enough to fall off the wagon after over fifteen years. Pete heard a loud burp come from the bathroom and watched as Frank walked out. He looked like shit. ”Man Iero, I would say you look like shit, but I think you look worse.” ”Fuck off Wentz. Get the fuck out of here.” ”No! What the fuck is going on with you?! No one has heard form you for the last month!” ”I’ve been busy working.” ”Bullshit, you’ve been busy hiding.” Frank flipped him off and collapsed on the sofa. His shirt rode up and Pete saw that he had the beginnings of a belly. He had not been taking care of himself. ”I have been doing a lot of conference calls. It’s summer so all the bands are on different tours.” ”Yeah and usually you would be with them with Gerard.” ”Yeah, well that is not fucking happening in the foreseeable future now is it!?” Frank’s words dripped venom as he grabbed an egg roll off the table, and bit half of it off. Pete noticed that the assortment of food on the table was not even all vegetarian. So Frank fell off one wagon, but not as serious of one. ”Frank, can’t you just admit when you did wrong, and settle this with Gerard?” Frank jumped up and pushed Pete hard. He lost his balance and landed on the floor even hard. ”YOU DON’T THINK I FUCKING WANT TO!? I DON’T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK HE IS OR HOW TO GET IN TOUCH WITH HIM!” Now Pete was pissed. He got up and punched Frank in the face. Frank reeled back and landed on the sofa. “THIS IS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! YOU AND THAT FUCKING TEMPER! THIS IS WHY YOU LOST HIM!” Pete readied himself to be hit back, but Frank stayed seated. He looked at the ground and slumped his shoulders in defeat. ”My own kids won’t talk to me. They hate me, and Kody fucking punched me just like you did.” Frank began to cry silently. Pete came over and touched his shoulder lightly. ”I should have listened to him. I should have believed him. I don’t even know where he is or if he is even safe.” ”He’s fine and safe.” Frank looked at Pete and reality came crashing down. ”Oh, okay.” Frank continued to cry and Pete climbed on the sofa, and pulled Frank into his arms. He rocked him in the silence of the office. ***Time Stamp: Sunday, July 15th*** ***Mixed POV’s*** Destiny watched as Gerard moved around the kitchen. It had been a month since he arrived, but he was already settling in. She just wished that it was under better circumstances. Gerard was really being careful about this meal. He seasoned the roast perfectly. The scalloped potatoes were also cooked perfectly. The vegetables and salad could not have been presented better, and right now the room was filled with the smell of the fresh baked bread coming out of the oven. Gerard put it on the counter carefully, and took his gloves off. "They really mean a lot to you don't they Gege. I mean I have never seen you go through this much care in preparing dinner before." Gerard turned his attention to Destiny and smiled at her. A small knowing smile. "I love them very much. They're my family. Just like you are." Gerard ran his fingers through the little girl's fringe before tucking it behind her ears. "I'm really excited." *ding dong* "I got it!" Adam ran out of the living room to the door. He opened it and saw three people. "Hi, uh I'm Kat, This is my fiancé Gabe and my brother Kody." "Hi, I'm Adam, Gee is expecting you, come on in." The three guests walked in and the central air hit them. "Oh that feels nice, It is hot as balls outside!" Adam looked up when the girl spoke out. He was not accustomed to hearing anything like that, especially from a girl. "Y-Y-Yeah, it is pretty bad isn't it." "Man, you are telling me. Fuck, I need a drink." "T-T-This way to the kitchen then." Adam led the group through the living room to the dining room. The table was laid out for Sunday dinner with three extra places. "Hey Gee, your guests are here." Gerard quickly rushed into the dining room, grinning madly. He grabbed Kat and Kody into big hugs, and kissed both of their cheeks affectionately. "Hey guys... I missed you so, so much!" The kids start laughing, and Adam can't help but feel a little jealousy towards them. He watches as the other guy gets pulled into the awkward hug too. He is much taller than Gerard and it just looks silly. "Ah Gerard, is dinner ready... Oh your guests have arrived. Hi, I'm Billy, and I am sure you have met Adam and Destiny. The other kids will be here soon. Kyle took Stephan for SAT practice." The group broke up and everyone looked at their dad. It was a tense moment till the tall one walked over, and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you Billy. I'm Gabe and this is my fiancée Kat, and her brother Kody." Billy was in the middle of shaking Gabe’s hand when a noise came from the front of the house. "We're home!" The door opened, and the bustle that was the rest of the family piled into the house. Louise broke away from the group, and walked up to Gerard. "Look who I got for you!" Adam watched as Gerard lit up to see Louise hand him her daughter. Gerard cooed the little baby and smiled at their dad. "So how many are you actually?" "Um, well there are seven of us. Louise and Blair are both married, Rachel is engaged, and Kyle has a girlfriend." Kody nodded at this as he watched Gerard with the baby. Gerard was cooing at the baby, kissing her chubby cheeks and petting her blond hair. "I'm glad you guys got here safe." Kody looked around at everyone talking and whistled "Man Gee, when you said Sunday dinner with the family, I never expected this many people. I don't even think dad has this many people... Oh man, sorry Gee, I didn't mean to..." Kat slapped Kody upside the head. "You fucking dumb ass, why the fuck did you say that?!" Everyone stopped talking and turned to face them. Gerard frowned and shook his head. "It's okay. No need to hit him, Kat. Let's all just sit down to eat." Gerard took his seat and watched as everyone did the same. "Well this is nice. You guys do this every Sunday? I wish my family was like this." "Well thank you Gabe. Yeah it is kind of an old tradition in the family. We passed it down, and hope to keep it going." "Well I know that Blair, and I will make it happen as much as we can." "Actually, I have an announcement. It looks like Mark will be getting that promotion so..." "Wow, London huh?" "Yeah, but it would be a great opportunity for us." "Well Blair, we will miss you, but we also support you." The whole family agreed and Billy stood up. "To Blair and Mark, may your venture be worth all that you want it to be." "Hear hear!" Everyone clinked thier glasses together and smiled. Billy turned to Gerard and lifted his glass to him next. Gerard smiled weakly, and lifted his glass to Billy. His eyes skimming the older man’s face, he can see the pride in there. The kids were quiet. They ate looking at their plates. The conversation continued with their family, but Adam watched as they did not even talk to each other. Adam looked at the rest of his family, and noticed that Kyle was scowling. He kept giving the Iero's dirty looks. Adam knew that he was going to start something with them. "So, you have no family dinners at your house?" The kids looked up when Kyle spoke to them. Kat wiped her mouth after putting her fork down. "Un no, well, we used to go to boarding school so we were away most of the time. I mean when Greta..." "Who's Greta? I thought you had no other siblings?" Adam saw that Kyle was trying to catch them lying. Kat cleared her throat and continued. "She was our mom." "Was? Is she dead?" "Kyle!" "What Pops? I am just trying to get the facts straight." Gabe leaned over and rubbed Kat's back. She took a sip of water before continuing. "She might as well be. When she left us, she never looked back. Gee here, is closer to a mom for us than she is." Gerard looked between the kids, and patted his lips with his napkin. "Guys. C'mon... Can we change the subject? Billy. How has work been?" "Oh, well you heard about us thinking of the recruit from Rutgers earlier, and one of our teams is up for a couple of rewards for coaching, and..." Adam saw that Gerard was surprised. He looked at his dad and saw him laugh. "Ah Gerard, gone are those days where I just came in and out of the house, saying nothing at all. Sunday dinner is a time for sharing news and information. I am a lot more forthcoming now. No more secrets." "Speaking of secrets, so how long did you know that your dad was beating up on Gerard?" "W-W-What!?" Gerard spluttered and adverted his attention to Kyle. "He didn't beat on me Kyle, and we're not talking about that here." Kyle fully faced them now, and the rest of the table dropped into a dead silence. "While you were off in your little boarding school, your dad was mistreating poor Gee here. Maybe he was beating on you too. I mean if my dad did that I would not want to be around either and..." "For your information fuckface, it was our mom's idea to send us away not our dad. He hated that we were boarded." Kody began to rise from his chair. Kat placed a hand on his arm. "Kodes, chill..." "No Kat, I will not sit here, and listen to this piece of shit make comments about you." "Wait what?" Destiny turned to Kody, definitely scared of the man now towering over the table. "You are mad at what Kyle said about you sister, not your dad?" "You're fucking mistaken to think I'm not thoroughly pissed at that man. If I was home when it happened, I would have knocked the son of a bitch out myself! He is lucky that I have not been home since I found out!" "Wait, Kodes you have not gone home?" "No, I went and shacked up with that one shot I had before I went to Europe. You did not want me alone in the house with that man. He would have ended up in traction." Kody pushed his chair back then turned to Gerard. "Sorry Gee to ruin your Sunday dinner, but we are fucking out of here!" Kody turned to go when Adam reached out with bravery he did not have, and grabbed his wrist. Kody looked down at him. "Uh... please don't go. Mama Gee made an amazing cake for us and you will miss it." "Um... I don't think we are wanted here kid." Gerard was close to tears right now. He didn't want the kids fighting about what had happened between him and Frank. "You're wanted here. Kyle, no more talking about it. It happened. It's over. End of discussion." Kody reached over and touched Gerard's shoulder. Adam could tell that he really felt bad for his outburst. "Man Gee, I am really sorry. I just, please don't cry mom." "N-no... I'm fine. Really. Please, just try to get along." Gerard sniffled, wiping the corners of his eyes with his napkin. "Hey, how about we take care of the cake, and you just sit and relax?" Kyle got up and started for the kitchen. "Coming man?" Kody looked at Kyle. "Yeah sure." The two disappeared in the kitchen. It was still quiet till Destiny spoke up again. "So they call you mom, huh Gege?" Gerard chuckled. "Y-yeah... They always have." Kyle and Kody returned a few minutes later with cake. It now had writing on it that was not on it before. They set it in front of Blair and Mark, and smiled when she gasped. "It was Kody's idea." Whatever happened in the kitchen, the two young men seemed to be alright. Blair was now crying, and the boys went and sat back down at the table. Kyle lifted his glass to Kody and he did the same back. Blair cut the cake and handed slices out. Everyone agreed it was a good ending to Sunday dinner. ***Time Stamp: Saturday, August 4th*** ***Spencer*** ”How is he?” ”Well I got him to shower, and start eating properly, but he gained so much weight in the last two months. He really does not look the same.” Spencer and Pete pulled up to Frank’s house. There was a gardener taking care of the lawn. Louis was putting what looked like a finishing wax on the car. He waved at them as they walked the pathway to the house. Pete knocked, and Charles let them inside. ”He’s in his study.” ”Thanks Charlie.” Charles smiled at them, and they entered the house. The place seemed empty without the kids and Gerard. They made their way through the living room and den to Frank’s main study. Pete knocked on the open door, and Frank looked up then gave a weary smile. They walked in and Spencer went directly over and kissed Frank on the head. ”Hey Frankie, how are you?” ”Getting stuff done. You?” ”Oh I am all right.” ”Is everything good?” Spencer knew that Frank was referring to Gerard. They still had not told him where he was. Spencer was beginning to think this was a mistake, but he respected his best friend's wishes. ”Everything is good too.” ”Good good, I am glad to hear it.” Spencer sat down while the men talked about business. He studied Frank while they talked. He was looking scruffy, and he could see the weight gain. Spencer knew that Frank was still eating take out, but at least he was back to the veggies again. He was nowhere near as sharply dressed as he used to be. Frank was in sweat suits and sneakers, just bum around clothing. He did not have any meetings because of the summer tours, but he had not gone to any of them like he used to. ”Pete, how about we get some drinks?” ”Sure sweetheart. What would you like Frankie?” ”I’ll take a coke, oh and can you grab the chips, and salsa in the cupboard?” ”Sure Frankie.” Pete and Spencer left the room and headed into the kitchen. ”He really looks awful.” ”I know.” ”Don’t you think that he has suffered enough? Maybe it is time for Gerard to come back and talk to him.” ”I tried, but Gerard won’t talk to him.” ”I’ll keep trying to talk to him, and if that does not work I will go visit with the kids next time. Either way I will get him to listen. I think this has gone on long enough.” ”I hope so babe, because I do not see Frank bouncing back from this anytime soon.” ***Time Stamp: Saturday, August 18th*** "Is that his car?" "*sigh* Yes Spencer, just stop and try to be excited to see Gee." Spencer tried to be, he really did, but it had been two weeks and nothing. Spencer had begged and pleaded with him, but he never even tried to contact Frank. Pete and Spencer had been dealing with the aftermath at the house, but Gerard had been living the high life with his fucking ex. It was hard to believe that Gerard was really here for the kids only anymore. Spencer was now getting really pissed. "Well we might as well get this over with." The kids groaned and got out of the car. As they made their way to the door it flew open, and a young girl came running out. "Kat!" "She barreled into Kat and hugged her tightly." "I was able to play the whole song! I never thought I would get through it!" Kat patted the girl on the head. "That's great kiddo! See I told you that it would work!" The girl grabbed Kat's hand and dragged her up the stairs. "Hey Gege, the Iero's are here!" Spencer turned to Kody. "The Iero's? What isn't he one anymore?" "I don’t know Spence can we just..." At that moment Gerard appeared in the doorway. He was wearing one of the aprons that Frank gave him. "Hey guys." Gerard beamed, wiping his hands dry on his apron. His eyes landed on Spencer and he smiled weakly at him. They had not had a good phone conversations lately. "Spencer..." "Gerard." Kody looked at both men, and was about to say something when another boy came out the door. "Kody my man, come on, we got a sweet game going and... Um, hi?" "Kyle this is Spencer, a good friend of Gee's." "That remains to be seen." Spencer kept looking at Gerard, but not moving. "Right... so let's go Kyle." "Yeah, sure." Both boys left, letting Gerard and Spencer be alone. "Um, do you want anything to drink?" "Yeah, I guess." Spencer walked into the house past Gerard. He looked at the place. Even though he had seven kids, Frank's house was still bigger. He walked into the living room and noted the plainness of the everything. This guy had no taste at all. Spencer heard laughter and followed it. Kody and the other boy, Kyle, were engaged in a racing game. They were pushing each other, trying to get the other to crash. They were laughing and having a great time. He did not see Kat or the girl anywhere. Spencer turned back, and headed towards the kitchen where he saw Gerard go. "What do you have?" Spencer noted that there was not a place to sit here like Frank had in his kitchen. He leaned against the counter and waited. He knew he was being nit picky, but the whole situation was really starting to irk him now. "Well, I made lemonade... There's diet coke, some wine, and... Well, water." Gerard tried laughing a little. "I can make you a margarita too, if you want." "Margarita sound fine. Guess having alcohol in the house is no big deal now huh?" "Did I hear the M word?" An older girl came into the kitchen, and kissed Gerard on the cheek. She went to the cupboard and pulled out some popcorn. She tossed it in the microwave while she chatted with Gerard as he kept busy making the drinks. By the time the popcorn was done, Gerard had expertly poured six margaritas. He put four on a tray for the girl, and apparently for the boys in the living room. She kissed him again and waved at Spencer then left. Gerard brought the drink over to Spencer and then started to clean up the mess that was left behind. "So... How's everything been?" Spencer took a sip of the drink. It was perfect as he suspected it would be, but it left a bitter taste in his mouth for other reasons. "Oh you know keeping busy. Taking care of friends who are devastated that their wife has not called them, or that he has no idea where he even is!" Gerard looked up from the mess and rolled his eyes at Spencer. This was an ongoing argument between them, and it was getting old. "Spence... He hit me. You have to understand, I just can’t get over that, even if I love him." Spencer moved from the counter over to Gerard. He softened up a bit, and reached out to touch Gerard's face. "Yeah Gee, I know he did, but like I keep saying, you have no idea how much he is regretting it. How much he beats himself up over it. Frank is sick with worry over you, and no I have not told him where you are because it would kill him." Spencer watched Gerard lean into his touch. At least it showed that the man had been loyal. In fact he is pretty sure that Gerard has not even touched his own cock since the breakup. He’s starved for attention. "Besides, aren’t you back with a man that used to do the same except he never felt guilty for it?" Gerard pulled from Spencer’s touch, and shook his head frantically. "I'm not with Billy, I'm just staying here and besides, Billy's different now. He really does regret it, and he's a better person now." "Oh ,so Billy can regret it after dumping you for a random slut. But Frank who is a fucking mess, and only hit you once, can't ever be a better person? He is not allowed to regret it? Man Gerard, you have some fucked up priorities." Spencer takes the drink and pours it into the sink. "Sorry, I’m not thirsty anymore." Spencer goes to leave the kitchen and bumps right into a man with no hair. "Oh, excuse me, are you all right?" The guy goes to grab Spencer from the collision, and he flinches back. "I suppose you must be Billy." "Yeah, and you would be?" "No one important apparently. You seemed to have taken that place." "Excuse me?" "You heard me. You may think you are pretty slick, rescuing Gerard from what happened to him, but I can remember the marks you left on him physically and emotionally. They did not heal for months after you dumped him. I am surprised you can even look him in the face." "Spencer! This is fucking different. You can't keep bringing up the past. It's all anyone ever fucking does anymore. I'm here and Billy's nice enough to let me stay under his roof. Fucking deal with it!" He screamed, turning red in the face as he hurried out of the kitchen. Gerard wanted to grab Spencer to shake some fucking sense into him. "You know what Gerard Way? You can go fuck yourself! If you can't see what you had then you do not deserve it! Have fun in your new life with your new family! It is all you will ever have!" Spencer pushed past Billy and headed for the door. "I can't speak for my husband, but you and I are through! Go find another best friend! Oh wait I forgot, you don’t need friends do you!?" "Spencer wait!" Kody came running over after hearing the commotion with Kyle following close behind him. "No, you and Kat stay here, I will call Louis to come pick me up down the road. I just can't be here." "Spence..." "Go on kiddo, have fun, he's good for you." Spencer kissed Kody sweetly on the lips then left the house. Kody touched his lips then looked at Gerard. "I am so sorry Gee, I had no idea that he would..." Gerard could feel it coming. He could feel his eyes stinging, his nose stuffing up, and his bottom lip was trembling. "No... I-I'm... I'll be right back." Gerard whispered shakily and rushed up stairs quickly. ***Billy*** *knock knock* "Gerard? Hey are you all right?" Billy came to the bedroom door, and after knocking lightly, he opened it to see Gerard crumpled on the bed sobbing wearily. He walked over and rubbed his back lightly. "Easy, it’s okay, He was just angry. I can understand him not believing that you are here because of the kids. It is easy to jump to conclusions considering our past." Gerard shuddered violently and shook his head. "T-they always see me as the f-fucking bad guy, Billy... Everything I do is so fucked up." He cried even harder. "Shhhh, easy Love easy. Why don’t you get some sleep. I think a nap will do you some good. I will see to the kids." Billy helped Gerard move to the head of the bed, and get under the covers. He untied Gerard's apron to hang it over the door of the closet. ”Billy wait.” Billy stopped at the door. "Yes, Love, what is it?" Gerard sat up, slowly and wiped his eyes. He smiled a genuine smile at the older man. "T-thank you... For everything." "You're welcome Love, now get some sleep." * * * ***Gerard *** Gerard lie in bed, trying to fall asleep. His eyes were closed, and he took in deep breaths. He couldn't stop thinking about Spencer... And Frank. Spencer said Frank was devastated. He wanted to know how devastated he was. Was he like Gerard? Numb and in shock? Or was he... Gerard let his train of thought crash right there. No, he didn't want to feel bad. It's Frank's fault he left. Frank even told Gerard if he ever put his hands on him that he could leave. Frank fucking said that. Gerard just wanted to abide. He finally gave up on his nap and hopped out of bed. He adjusted his clothes then started for the bedroom door. Gerard slipped out quietly, shutting the door behind himself. He could hear chatter coming from the living room as he slowly went downstairs. "So you gonna marry her?" "I don’t know. I just... she is so pushy, but I love her." "Really? How do you know that?" "I feel really happy when I am around her and we are just hanging out. I mean as long as she is not trying to... you know." "Um dude, you seem to be really happy with me, and we are just hanging out." "Yeah, but it’s different with you." "How so?" "I don’t feel any pressure from you to be something that I am not." "Oh and she makes you feel that way?" "Yeah. I can’t describe it. Rachel said that I will grow out of it eventually. That it is part of being scared to make a commitment. She said she was like that with her fiancé till one morning she woke up, and just knew she wanted him and only him." "So do you want her?" "Ah... oh hey Gee." Gerard realized that Kyle and Kody were in deep conversation about Kyle's girlfriend. "Hey guys." Gerard spoke groggily. He cleared his throat. "Any idea where your dad is?" "Yeah, check the Sports room. I think he is going over papers for some potential drafts." "Thanks." Gerard smiled and started in the direction of the Sports room. He could hear Billy murmuring to himself about work. Gerard knocked quietly and waited for Billy's consent to enter. "Come in." Gerard entered, slowly and quietly. "Hey Billy... D'you have a minute?" "Sure Love, what can I do for you? Wait, weren't you taking a nap?" Billy rose from his desk and crossed over to him, offering his hand. "I couldn't fall asleep... I mean, I kinda dozed off, but it didn't last long." Gerard took Billy's hand daintily. "I've got a lot on my mind, and I was hoping I could talk to you about it all." "Of course Love, please sit." Billy led Gerard to the sofa and turned off the wide screen television. Without the ball game on, the room was very quiet. Billy returned then sat down next to Gerard on the sofa, but facing him. "A lot to deal with these past two months huh?" "Y-yeah and I feel terrible about involving you in all of this drama." Gerard touched his ex-husband's knee hesitantly. "I hope whatever Spencer said to you it didn't... Ya know, bother you." "Gee, they are going to think what they want to think about me. I know that you are here for the kids and that is fine. Also, I like Frank's kids, and they are always welcome in my home no matter what happens." Billy reached down and covered Gerard's hand with his. "Is there anything else?" "I..." Gerard paused and looked down at Billy's hand. "I want to ask you a question, well more like an opinion.” "Of course Love, ask me anything." "Um, w-what should I do? Should I call Frank... Or...?" He really wanted Billy's advice. He wanted to know his point of view on the situation. Billy sighed then picked up Gerard's hand, the one with his rings on it. He touched them, and Gerard flinched slightly. "Gee, I can't tell you what to do. Unfortunately, you have been in this situation before. With me no less, and I am sure with another husband since Frank did not come right after me. You have to give yourself time to think then make a decision." "But... What would you do?" "I don't know Gerard, I really don't. A month later when I realized the mistake of letting you go, I did call the House and tried to talk to you. Sadly by then you had already been bought again. That is when I realized that there are no second chances, and that you have to live life to the fullest every moment you get." Gerard pulled his hands out of Billy's grip and inched back a bit. His eyes urgently scanning the older man’s face, searching for solace. "You... Called the House? Oh god..." He pressed his hand to his mouth. He felt sick. M. never told him about that... He never told Gerard that Billy wanted him back. Now he wondered if he would have given Billy a second chance... Would he have forgiven him and accepted him back in his life as his husband? Billy could see that he upset Gerard. Without thinking he reached out and grabbed for Gerard, pulling him to his chest. "Shhhhh, easy Love, it's alright. Things happen the way they do for a reason. if we had not parted I would have never seen what I was doing to you and my family. It was the reason I dropped that life and went on to a better one. Now I treat my kids with more respect than ever, and I have cleaned up my act. I don’t even drink that much." Gerard buried his face against the man’s chest, and he nodded sternly against him. "Y-you... You could have saved me. You could've have protected me. Y-you didn't." Gerard pulled himself away from Billy, and shook his head slowly at him. "Fuck." He cried, still shaking his head. "What are you talking about? Saved you? Protected you? I was the one hurting you." "Don't you fucking get it?!" Gerard yelled harshly at the confused man. "My fourth husband was a monster... If you didn't hit me... If you didn't c- cheat on me... If you had been like Fran--" Gerard cut himself off and took in a deep, shaky breath. He didn't mean to say that. He was just upset. Gerard fucking loved Billy... Even through the abuse, he still cared for him. At the time he couldn't imagine not being with him... But Frank made him feel like that now. Fucking circles. "Sorry." "Shhh, it's okay. Too much to take in right now. Hey, why don't I go make us some popcorn, and we can watch a movie. How about Pretty Woman?" "Uh, yeah... Sounds good." Fuck he felt so stupid. "I'm really sorry, Billy. I am." Gerard repeated again. "No apologies Love, we all make mistakes. It’s what we learn from them that defines us." Billy kissed the top of Gerard's head then left the room. "Fuck." Gerard murmured aloud to himself. He could see it coming. Could feel it... Love. "I'm so fucked." ***Time Stamp: Friday, September 7th*** ***Billy*** It had been a long day where nothing went right. Billy was exhausted. Truth be told at that point he liked the idea of not coming home and having to cook dinner for everyone. Maybe just himself, but Gerard always made enough, and put some aside for him. "I'm home." Billy walked in, and all the lights were off. He could see the faint glow of candles coming from the living room. He wondered briefly if the power went out, but as he passed the kitchen, he saw the digital time on the stove. He kept up towards the living room, and stopped when he arrived. Gerard was sitting on the couch. He had a deep glass of red wine, and saw him holding a piece of black material. It sparkled a little in the candle light. "Gee?" Nothing. Billy move forward more, and as he got closer he saw that the black material was a long dress... But something seemed to be wrong with it. "Hey Gerard Love, what do you have there?" Gerard looked up at Billy with wet eyes and sniffled. He took a sip of his wine before speaking. "This, uh... It's just my dress from Frank and mine's one year anniversary." He took another sip of his wine. As Billy sat down next to Gerard he motioned to see the dress. Gerard nodded and Billy took it carefully. It was made of fine material. It had a cinched waist too. Billy never cared to put Gerard in that much woman's clothing. He never denied that he was a man, but if Gerard felt like wearing a dress once in a while, he was alright with it. "So Frank liked you in dresses huh?" Billy continued to look at the dress and noticed that it was ripped down the front. "Uh Gee, why is it ripped?" "It was a, uh... We were--" He motioned with his hands and then giggled weakly. "Frank's passionate." He slurred a bit. He choked on a sob as he tried to trap it in the back of his throat. "Passionate?" Billy continued to look at the dress. He could not figure out what passion had to do with ruining a garment. As stupid as it sounded, logically he had no reason to rip it since he could just lift it up to get at... Billy tried not to think about that. "I'm sorry, I just don’t get it. I mean he rip..." Billy got a closer look at the dress and realized that it was not a rip. There were not frayed edges. No, this dress was cut. "Gee why... he cut it?" Gerard groaned, wiping his tears with the back of his free hand and fell against the sofa, chugging down his wine. "We were making love, Billy. It happened all the time... He'd rip my clothes off of me. In this case he handcuffed my hands behind my back, and in order to get it on he had to tear the dress." "Oh... I uh, didn't know you were into that kind of... Ten years changes a lot huh?" Billy felt foolish for pressing. "Well... Yeah." Gerard said, sitting upright. "A lot can happen in ten years." "So... uh... Did it ever leave any marks? Sorry, that was wrong to ask, I just... you know we never and I never uh..." Billy was sweating slightly now. He had images in his head that he should not have. "Hey, I am going to grab some water, I'll be right back." "Bring the bottle of wine." Gerard called out to him, sticking his empty glass in the air. "God knows I need more to drink." Billy took a moment in the kitchen to compose himself. He splashed water on his face and patted it dry with a paper towel. Billy kind of lied back there, he had tried hand cuffs with that tramp he was with after Gerard. They were awful and they cut into her skin. She bitched him out and threw them at him. It was her idea in the first place. Maybe Gerard did not care if he got his skin ripped. Billy grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge then the bottle that Gerard had filled his glass with earlier. "All right Gee, I got the..." Gerard held the glass out and Billy could not help focusing on his wrists. He shook a little when he poured the wine out, but managed to not spill any outside the glass. He put the bottle down and took a big swig from the water bottle, choking slightly. "Thanks..." Gerard took a sip from his glass. After he was finished he set the glass down on the coffee table and looked at Billy. "I can't believe it's been so long... 5 years." Gerard was babbling now. The wine was going straight to his head. He was pretty sure his face was red, and his eyes were squinty. "Five years? I thought you were only with Frank for four?" Billy was confused now. Gerard released another choked sob. "Today..." He started whimpering loudly. "Today's our anniversary." "Oh fuck really?" Billy covered his mouth. He never cursed like that. Apparently Frank must, especially if you could go by his kids, because Gerard really lost it at that moment. He buried his face in the fabric of the dress. Now it all made sense. The wine, the dress, the memories, Gerard must have be in so much pain. It had been three months since he came here. "Oh Gee, come here Love." Gerard's crying turned into wrecked sobs as he pressed himself against Billy. He just let himself go. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. He couldn't stop crying. He just wanted to be held. "That's it, that's it Love, let it all out. You have been holding everything in for so long now. I can't imagine what you have been going through. Whatever you need, I'm here for you." "I-I'm so... S-sorry." He panted, trying to catch his breath. "You s-shouldn't... You shouldn't have to deal with me." "No I do. This is my way of making up for what I did to you all those years ago. I never should have treated you like that Gee. You were nothing but good and faithful to me, and I was nothing but a heartache to you. Now I can see what you went through back then, and I deserve it." Gerard nuzzled his face against Billy's chest and he inhaled deeply. "I really do forgive you. You're an amazing man. I can see that. I always saw the best in you." Billy lightly rubbed Gerard's back. He patted it and helped Gerard up. "So what are you going to do now?" Gerard nibbled on his bottom lip and grabbed his glass of wine. He chugged it down. All of it... And then set it back down on the coffee table. He looked into Billy's eyes as he started to take his wedding rings off. Gerard fiddled with the band then took a deep breath. "This." He whispered, dropping the rings in the empty glass. He got up slowly and smiled a lopsided smile at Billy. He kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight." Billy watched as Gerard walked off listing to the side a little. He was drunk, but not so bad as he could have been. Billy picked the rings up and out of the glass. He looked at them up close. They were pink and black diamonds, and the settings were very carefully chosen. "This man really loves him." Billy got up and went up the stairs to his bedroom. He walked over to his dresser then opened his top middle drawer. He took out a black box and placed it on top of the dresser. Billy opened it, and inside was his and Gerard's wedding rings. He never even gave Gerard an engagement ring. The ring was the basic one that M. gives all the husbands to give to the wives. It was cheap gold and very plain. He set Frank's rings next to his own. They paled in comparison to the sparkle that Frank's gave off. Billy closed the lid and placed them in the drawer. Gerard may not think they are important, but Billy knows he needs to keep them safe... Just in case. "Night dad." "Night Des." "Is Gege gonna be alright?" "Yeah, I think he is." "I don't want him to leave again." "I know sweetheart, but that is not up to us, that is up to him." "Yeah, but Kyle said that man hit him." Billy patted the bed and Destiny climbed up on it. He sat down next to her and took her hand. "Yes, he did, but daddy used to hit Gerard too." "Really? When, why?" "When you were little, and daddy did not know that his drinking was bad for him." "Kyle told me why he left." "Yes, well you are old enough to know the truth. I was an idiot and I regret it all the time." "So now you have another chance to make things right with Gege." "That is not up to me to decide." "Why not?" "Because it is very wrong to try and go after someone when they are in a bad place. Gerard is vulnerable, and I could manipulate him. Then I would be no better than the other men in his life." Destiny nodded her head in understanding. "You are a good daddy. Gerard will see it again." "We will see sweetheart. Now you have school tomorrow so off with you." "Night daddy." Destiny kissed Billy and left the room. Billy went to close his door when he heard Destiny talking through the door of Gerard's room. "Night night Gege, if you need a cuddle buddy, let me know. I have lots of stuffed animals." Billy thought about his daughter's words. He waited till she went to her room before leaving his own, and crossing over to Gerard's. *knock knock* ***Gerard & Billy*** The knock at the door startled Gerard. He immediately stilled his crying and wiped his face aggressively and sniffed hard. "C-come in?" "Hey, um... Look, I know what you are going through... Well actually I don't but I made you go through this once before alone, and..." Billy took a deep breath, He did not want Gerard to misunderstand him, but after hearing his daughter he decided to just go through with it no matter what Gerard said either way. "Look, do you want to sleep with me? Not like that! Just not alone..." Gerard blinked at Billy. He tilted his head to the side and looked the man up and down. "Can I really?" He started to stand up. "Yes, so get dressed and knock when you are ready okay?" Billy went back to his room. He took in a deep breath. He knew he was doing the right thing. He went and put on a two piece pajama set making sure to wear underwear. Even though he normally didn't, he wanted Gerard to feel safe and secure, that nothing was being planned. Billy would not take advantage of this moment. Gerard had dressed quickly. He settled for his pink pajama shorts and his two sizes too big Batman shirt that fell down his shoulders all the time. When he was ready he went to Billy's bedroom door and knocked like he asked him to. Billy opened the door and smiled when he saw what Gerard was wearing. It reminded him of what the kids wore at sleepovers. He stepped aside to let Gerard in. Billy stood there while Gerard looked at the room. it was not set up the same as when he lived there. In fact Billy had gotten rid of the bed after he threw out that tramp. He did not want to remember what he did there with her. Then again it also meant that he did not have the memories of Gerard too. He quickly shook that thought off the went to the closet, and grabbed an extra sheet. "So you sleep under the bed sheet and I will sleep on top with this one." "Um..." Gerard trailed off, climbing into bed. "You don't have to do that. We can share." "I would feel more comfortable. You are vulnerable right now Love, and I do not want you to regret trusting me for comfort." Billy walked to the other side of the bed and lay on top of the covers. He settled the sheet around himself. He leaned over and kissed Gerard on the cheek. "Good night Love, pleasant dreams." Billy reached out and turned off the light. He settled into the pillow and closed his eyes, listening to the quiet breathing of the man that was once his wife. Gerard settled back, cuddling into the duvets. "Goodnight to you too." * * * It was three in the morning according to the clock when Billy woke up drenched in sweat. He wiped his forehead off and looked over at Gerard. He was also covered in sweat, and had thrown off the covers. His black night shirt was saturated and so were his pink shorts. His hair was matted to his face, and the blond looked kind of sickly. "Fucking central air." Billy grumbled as he got out of bed and went over to the vent. He touched it and nothing. He went out into the hallway and it was just as hot. The whole system was out. He groaned and went back inside. Billy cracked a window a bit, but there was no breeze. Sighing he stripped out of his pajamas and got back into bed with shorts only. He was glad now that he suggested the sleeping arrangement that he did. "Fuck this." Billy stripped completely and went to the bathroom. He hopped in the shower and turned the water on cold. He yelped a little when it came out, but it felt good. He cooled off a bit. If Gerard was awake he would have offered the shower to him next. He toweled off and changed into clean shorts. Billy returned to the bedroom, but Gerard was still asleep. He grabbed a clean sheet and laid it down. When he was done with the sheet he climbed back into bed, and went back to sleep. * * * Gerard woke abruptly, drenched in sweat. He looked over at the time and it read 5:26am. He grumbled to himself a bit, wiping his hand across his sweaty forehead. Why the fuck was it so hot? Gerard sat up slowly and looked down at Billy. The man was wearing shorts. Gerard smiled and pushed his blankets aside. He hopped out of bed quietly and started for his bedroom. As he entered he undressed quickly and went to his dresser. He yanked open his pajama drawer and pulled out his black, silk gown. He stared at it for some time. He was debating with himself whether he should wear it or not. Gerard pulled out his other pajamas and sighed. They were all too revealing and borderline lingerie. It made him think of Frank... He settled with the gown and slipped it on. Gerard shyly headed back to Billy's room then climbed into bed. He lie down facing the other man and he watched him, smiling, until he drifted off into sleep. * * * Destiny woke up feeling icky. She was hot and sticky and it sucked. She left her room to find out why it was so hot. As she walked down the hall she passed Gerard's room. The door was open. "Gege?" She looked inside, but no one was there. Puzzled she left and headed to her original destination. "Dad?" Destiny knocked, but there was no answer. She slowly opened the door. "Dad why is..." She stopped and looked at he sight before her. Her dad and Gerard were in the bed together. He was lying on his back while Gerard was snuggled up to his side with his head on his chest. One leg of Gerard's was up and on top of her dad's leg. Destiny smiled and quietly closed the door. She padded her way back to her room. "It's going to be an interesting time from now on." %MCEPASTEBIN% Chapter End Notes All we ask is that you trust us and keep reading. Thank you. ***** Before The Rekindle ***** Chapter Summary Absence makes the heart grow fonder... right? Chapter Notes Two more chapters to go after this one. We can hardly believe it is almost over! ***Digdeepenough and I have mixed feelings about it. One thing we agree on though is how this chapter turned out. So many ups and downs, a real emotional rollercoaster, but it is worth the ride, trust us. So we see our couple is still living separate lives... well if you can call what Frank is doing living. The chapter keeps changing from Frank's life to Gerard. Sometimes in the same day even. It is important to understand what each one of them is going through during this time. Please enjoy guys! ^-^ ***Timestamp: November 1st*** Frank sat quietly at the breakfast island. He ate a sugary bowl of cereal as he looked into the milk for the meaning of his existence. It had been four months, and he had heard nothing. Their anniversary passed, and he heard nothing. Gerard’s anniversary gift still remained wrapped, sitting on the dining room table. Frank had not removed it since the seventh of last month. He looked at his phone. There were messages from Pete and Spencer, but none from Gerard. He erased them all without listening then picked up the bowl and slurped down the rest of the pink milk, splashing some on his shirt. At least the stain matched today. He dropped the bowl in the sink to join the others like it with crusted dry bits of cereal and small pools of stagnant milk then put on his jacket. Frank noticed it was getting tight around the shoulders again. “Time to let out the stitches more.” Frank walked to the front door and opened the closet. Next to his trench coat was still Gerard’s white one. He reached up and caressed the sleeve like he did everyday. He then grabbed his ratty looking bomber jacket, and donned it before heading off to another meaningless day of work. ***Timestamp: November 21st*** Gerard and Destiny are setting the dining table, making small talk about her school excursion to the art museum. Gerard feels bad, but as she's speaking his mind wanders to how he didn't have to set the table a specific way anymore. He didn't even have to arrange the fridge or the cupboards, and it was really weird. Gerard had gotten so used to it, and sometimes he caught himself rearranging everything the way Frank liked it. "Hey Gege, did you hear me? I asked if your kids are coming to Thanksgiving?" Gerard spoke quickly as he snapped out of his daydream. "Oh, uh, yeah. They are." "Good, I like Kat, and did you notice that Kyle likes it when Kody comes over? Like he takes time to pick out the games they are going to play, and he makes sure that his favorite snacks are in the house, and he even wears nice clothes!" Gerard chuckled at that, and smiled knowingly. "Oh really now?... I hadn't noticed." "Hadn't noticed what?" Kyle came in the room, and grabbed a peach out of the fruit bowl on the table. "Kyle, you are going to ruin your appetite for Gege's cooking!" "Oh cool it Dizzy, I am fucking starving." "*gasp* Kyle!" "Whoops, sorry, guess a few bad habits rubbed off on me from Kody." Gerard chuckled again and faced Kyle. "I'm really happy you two are getting along. Need I bring up how you guys started off?" He wiggled his brows up and down playfully. "Yeah well, everyone make mistakes right?" At that point the door opened, and the subject at hand walked in. Both Kody and Kat had been there so much in the last five months that they were told not to knock anymore. "Hey cats, what's shakin?" Kody sauntered in, wearing a shiny black winter jacket with the sleeves pushed up. He had on a tight fitting shirt with the Thunder Cats emblem on it, and just as tight pants. "Gee, it smells great in here, what's for chow?" Gerard smiled at Kody and waved his arms to the stove. "I made... Drum roll, Destiny." Destiny giggled and started drumming on the kitchen island. Gerard sauntered quickly to the stove, pulled it open quickly, and shouted theatrically. "Lobster thermidor! Billy's absolute favorite. Right Destiny?" "Yes, and daddy always said that no one could make it quite like Gege could." Destiny giggled and Kody laughed, but Kyle was strangely quiet. Kody walked up to Kyle, and punched him in the arm lightly. "Yo K-man, you all right?" "Uh... Yeah, I just... Like that shirt you’re wearing." Kody looked down and laughed. "Oh thanks, but it isn’t mine. I actually swiped it from this guy that I was fu.... Messing around with last year." Gerard watched Kyle's reaction carefully. He looked hurt. It was all in his eyes. The light shade of blue went dark, and his head lowered slightly. "Enough of that Kody. Do you wanna get the lobster out for me?" "Oh sure, put the guest to work. I see how it is with you Gee." Kody laughed and took off his jacket which he then draped on the chair. He headed into the kitchen. Kyle picked up the jacket and walked it to the coat hanger, but not before inhaling the scent of cologne and Kody in it. "Kyle, what are you doing?" "Hanging Kody's jacket up?" "Yeah, but why are you smelling it?" "Oh! Well you know how dad hates cigarette smoke, and Kody's dad smokes so I wanted to make sure it was not on the jacket before I hung it up next to ours." "No chance of that man, that jacket has been at the guy’s house that I stayed at last night for like a month. The only thing it should smell like is potpourri, because man is he gay!" Gerard slapped Kody's arm and rolled his eyes. "C'mon, don't stop. You're almost at the table." Gerard started to exit the kitchen. "Kyle, While he's doing that let's have a little talk." "Uh oh K, is it time for 'the talk' already? My how fast you have grown." Kody laughed as he put the lobster platter on the table. Kyle punched his arm lightly and lost his balance. Kody grabbed him around the waist the steadied him. "Easy there tiger, you don’t need to lose an arm over it." Kyle relaxed a little till he realized he was in Kody's arms. He pushed off quickly and laughed it off. "Yeah, well I spent the night with..." Suddenly Kyle could not remember his girlfriend’s name, nor could he see her face. Kody nudged him lightly, and winked in the direction of his sister. "Oh, I get ya buddy. Yeah, I had a night like that myself. Although I am not the one having trouble walking." Kody laughed, and Kyle used that as his cue to join Gerard in the kitchen. Once Kyle was by his side Gerard grabbed his arm and led him into the spare room down the hall. "You're not just a virgin... Are you?" Gerard quietly shut the door closed. "W-W-W-What!?" Kyle backed away from Gerard. He quickly hit the wall, and had no place to go. "I have no i-i-idea what you are talking about G-G-Gee!" Gerard sighed and leaned against the wall. "I've seen the way you look at Kody. It's okay... It really is. It's okay to be gay, but you just can't keep that poor girl hanging around. She'd be missing out on someone who'll like her the way you like Kody." Kyle tried to argue and then hung his head in defeat. "Is it really that obvious?" "Very." Gerard smiled sheepishly at the young man. "You should tell him. God knows how oblivious Kody is." "No! I can't! I... just can't." Kyle sunk to his knees. It felt good to let the secret out a little, but it still hung heavy in his heart. Kody was a playboy, and that was not what Kyle was looking for. He wanted a real relationship with whoever he chose. He did not want to be another toy for Kody to play with. "Look Gee, just don’t say anything all right?" Gerard looked down at Kyle. He frowned a little, but nodded nonetheless. "Okay sweetie. Your secret's safe with me... You have to tell him eventually though. Maybe he feels the same way." Kyle sighed, he figured if he could not trust Gerard who could he? "Look Gee, Kody is looking to have a good time, and well... I'm not. I don’t want to be one of the guys whose name is casually dropped here and there. I want to be more and..." Kyle wiped a tear away that trailed down his cheek. This hurt more than he thought. He inhaled deeply and began again. "Kody is not the type of guy to..." "Hey, everything all right in here?" Kody opened the door and stuck his head in. He looked right at Kyle, and saw his face. "Hey, what's going on? K, you all right?" Kody walked in the room and over to Kyle. He stood in front of him, and caressed his cheek, wiping away one of the tears. "Hey, what's wrong babe?" Kyle stiffened a little to be called a pet name. He shuddered a bit, and looked to Gerard for help. "He, uh, we were talking... Uh, Kyle..." He trailed off, diverting his eyes to the ground. Then it happened. The tiny light-bulb in his head lit up, and he almost snapped his fingers, but he stopped himself before he could. "He just broke up with his girlfriend." Gerard said it quickly, but still very sympathetically. Kyle's eyes went wide as he stared at Gerard, shocked that he came up with that. Kody did not see it because he was turned towards Gerard when he was speaking. Kyle quickly schooled his face as Kody turned around again. He looked in Kody's eyes, and saw sympathy. There was something else... relief perhaps? "Oh man K, I am so sorry. You must be in such pain right now. We could have hung out another day you know. I would have understood." "No! I mean no, I uh, I could use the distraction actually." Kody smirked waved his hands in front of Kyle magically. "Well then K, I can certainly do that. Come on babe, were getting out of here." Before Kyle could say anything he was dragged out the door, and in the direction of his room. Kody opened the door and moved to his closet. He rummaged through it, tossing clothing here and there. "Kody, what are you..." "Man, you have nothing fashionable here! Come on, we're going shopping!" Kody dragged Kyle back out, and down the hall, past Gerard as he came out of the door. Kyle looked at him with pleading eyes. "Gee, put our dinner in the oven, Kyle and I are going club clothing shopping, and then clubbing. Later!" Gerard smirked as they barged out. He waved goodbye, but they hadn't noticed. "I guess dinner's gonna be pretty quiet tonight." "Yeah Gege, just you and dad." Gerard looked up, but a car horn sounded and Destiny grabbed her coat. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Adam and Stephan are sleeping over a friend’s house, and Rachel is hanging out with Kat. I guess that just leaves you and dad. Have fun!" Destiny ran for the front door just as it opened, and Billy walked in, "Hey kiddo, is that car for you?" "Yeah dad, sorry, for the hi and bye. I'll call you." "All right, bye Des." The door closed and Billy took off his coat, and placed his briefcase down. "Hey Gee, mmmm, smells good in here. What's for dinner?" Gerard was nervous now. The house had emptied out so quickly. Everything he'd just made Kyle go through with Kody minutes ago was hitting back at him. Karma's a bitch. "Oh, uh... Y'know, just lobster thermidor. It's all finished. I'll plate it up." "Oh wow, my favorite! Wait...where is everyone else?" Billy looked around, and realized that they were alone. He also realized that Gerard looked pretty good. Nicely dressed, and he felt dumpy in his work suit. "Hey Gee, I'm gonna change real quick." Billy ran to his room. He slipped out of his suit quickly, and into some clean jeans with a simple button down flannel. Once he was more casual, and matched Gerard, he went back downstairs. He stopped at the bar in the living room, and fixed both of them a screwdriver. Billy then made his way back to the table. "Gee, I made us a drink." Gerard looked up from the table then looked Billy up and down. He looked... Gerard blinked hard, and looked down quickly. "Uh, t-thanks..." He took his seat quickly, and grabbed the drink Billy made him. Billy sat down in his usual spot which was four chairs away from Gerard. It did not feel right at an empty table though. Billy took a quick drink to fortify himself. Then he stood up, and moved till he was next to Gerard. "Just kind of silly when it is just the two of us." The tension was strong and Billy could feel it. Suddenly he jumped up again, this time startling Gerard. "Hey Gee, why don’t we take this into the Game room, and watch a movie while we eat?" "Yeah. Good idea." He grabbed the plates, and started out of the kitchen. They made their way to the Game room, and Billy has grabbed two bottles of beer as well. They settle on the sofa, and Gerard places the plates on the coffee table. Billy grabs a movie then pops it in the DVD player, and they settle in to eat and watch. "So, how was your day?" "It was, uh, interesting. The kids were well behaved, but you know how loud they can be." He wasn't used to it yet. All the kids and all the racket, but he did miss it. It just took some getting used to... Which he eventually will. "How was your day? I hope work was smooth sailing." Gerard relaxed on the love seat. He even allowed his knee to touch Billy's. "It was all right, but honestly I could not wait to get home. I kind of missed you, and your amazing cooking. Plus I have been dying to see this movie." Billy liked that he made Gerard laugh and blush. He turned the volume up then relaxed besides Gerard to eat and melt away the stress of the day. ***Timestamp: November 23rd Thanksgiving*** “Are you sure?” “Yes Pete, I am sure.” “Okay Frankie, well, if you change your mind…” “I promise I will call you.” “Excuse me Sir, here is your dinner.” “What was that?” “All right, bye Frankie, Happy Thanksgiving.” “You too Pete. Give my regards to Spencer and Ryan.” Frank hung the phone up, and apologized to the waitress at the diner. “Sorry, relatives wanting me to come over and do the family thing.” “Oh sure I get it, you would rather give up that to spend time with our lovely stucco and linoleum atmosphere.” Frank smiled at the woman. She was one of those tough old birds who had probably been working here since she could barely see over the counter. “Something like that.” “Whatever floats your boat honey.” Frank smiled again as she walked away to help someone else. The diner was really busy, filled with families that could not be bothered with the fuss of a home cooked meal, older couples who just did not do that anymore, and single men and women like him who just had no place to go. Well he did, but that just reminded him of times that were better. As he cut into the turkey and ate it, he was happy it was not dry, and the potatoes did not seem like they came from powdered flakes. He briefly wondered if Gerard would cook turkey like this. Of course they had a different array of vegetable dishes for dinner and for one a tofurkey, which was hideously cooked by a crying Gerard. ”It said to cook it that high on the box!” ”Yes Gee, but you were supposed to take it out of the wrapper first.” ”Well I thought it was one of those thermal bags!” ”Dad. Can we just go get Indian tonight?” Frank found himself smiling at the memory of the children whining as he soothed Gerard out of the pantry closet. They all piled into the car, and he drove them to Vatan, the kids favorite Indian restaurant. Gerard eventually recovered, and enjoyed the Malai Kofta. They all had watermelon cucumber chillers, virgin of course. He tamped down the memory, and finished his food. The waitress brought him a cup of chilled chocolate mousse that he did not order. “On the house sweetheart, looked like you could use something to brighten up your day.” Frank ate the dessert quietly, and when the waitress brought the bill he quietly slipped out of the building, leaving a hundred dollar bill under his plate. * * * "Man Gee, that was fucking amazing! I mean I cannot remember the last time I had real fucking turkey for Thanksgiving. I am so fucking stuffed and..." "Kody watch your fucking mouth!" Billy and the family stared at the two Iero kids. They would never get used to their foul language. Unfortunately it still reminded Gerard of Frank, and he felt the absence of his rings weigh on his heart. ”Hey Kat, remember the year that mom tried to cook the tofurkey?” ”Oh god, what a mess that was, and Gee could not stop crying.” ”Wait, why was Gege crying?” ”Oh he thought you are supposed to cook the thing in the bag it came in. It melted and fused to the tofu.” ”Yeah and after dad got Gee to come out of the pantry closet we went out for Indian.” ”Yeah.” The table got quiet for a moment, and Billy realized it was awkward for them to be remembering a happy memory like that in front of Gerard. They must have realized it too because suddenly Kody grabbed an ice cube from his water glass, and dropped it down Kyle’s back. ”Ahhhhhh!” ”Awe K-man, what’s wrong? You seem to be really high strung lately so I thought I would help you chill out!” The kids at the table cracked up as Kyle jumped up, trying to shake the cube out of his shirt. Kody and Kat were in each other’s arms, shaking with laughter that was bringing them to tears. "All right you two, cut it out. Hey Gee, let us clear the table for you, you go relax with your wine." "Don't mind if I do." Gerard giggled then grabbed his empty glass, and the bottle from the wine rack. He went with white this time. Gerard started for the living room. When he entered he plopped down on the leather couch, and set his glass on the coffee table. He uncorked the wine bottle and poured himself a full glass. After he set the bottle down on the coffee table, he picked up his glass and took a satisfying pull, sighing contently as he did. Gerard earned his third drink. The sofa cushion sags next to him, and he sees Billy with an empty wine glass. Gerard quirks an eyebrow at him, and Billy laughs. "What? You aren't the only hard working man in this house. I get to rest too you know. Speaking of, how is the Gallery? I read you are getting ready for a big showing next month. A Holiday Tribute of sorts, but with a dark theme it said?" Billy grabs the bottle off the table and fills his own glass. He turns to face Gerard, eager for information. "Yeah, actually. It's going to be hectic... Um, it's funny that you mentioned that. I wanted to ask you something." Gerard cleared his throat. Billy took a sip of his wine, and settled further into the sofa. "What my love? Anything within my power is yours." Gerard sipped his wine then cleared his throat again. "I, uh... Would you... Um. Would you like to go to the showing with me?" Billy nearly dropped his glass. He fell so far back into the sofa that he got trapped between the cushions. He flailed about a bit like a turtle on it's back. Gerard took the glass of wine from him then grabbed his arm, and pulled too hard of course. Billy came out and landed, pushing Gerard onto his back in an awkward position. If this was a situational comedy the laugh track would have been going wild. "Hey Pops I... Whoops sorry to interrupt here." "Kyle get back here and help me up before I crush your mother!" Billy could feel Gerard stiffen under him, and he also felt the tension fill the room for all three men. Kyle came over quickly, grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him back up. "Right, okay, so I'm gonna go back and... yeah." Billy looked at Gerard who was still awkwardly on his back. The apron that he wore to protect his outfit was pushed up on his hips and the tan leggings looked more like bare legs at the moment. He was breathing heavy too, and Billy had to look away. "Uh... s-s-sorry about that. Slip of the past." Gerard shook his head slowly and pushed himself up gently. "I-it's okay, Billy. Um. Was that your answer to my question?" Billy laughed to break the tension. "No no, I mean yes yes. Of course I will be your date... uh companion... I mean... Yeah, I will go with you." Gerard beamed, and pulled Billy into an awkward sitting hug then kissed his cheek. "Thanks. I really appreciate it. Going alone would be pretty boring." Billy picked up Gerard's glass and handed it to him. He grabbed his own and looped an arm around Gerard. He felt Gerard settle into the crook of his side, and he propped his feet up on the coffee table to watch the fire dance in the fireplace. ***Timestamp: December 14th*** “Frank! What the fuck!?” Frank looked up from the sofa as Pete stormed into the house. He stopped in front of Frank, and looked at the house. It was a mess, and Frank was surrounded by empty fast food containers along with his laptop. The only thing missing was the beer bottles, but even Pete had to know that Frank would not go there. Instead it was cans of energy drinks and empty soda bottles. “When is the last time you showered?” “Uh, maybe three days ago?” “Up, now, let’s go.” “Pete…” “Now Iero!” Frank looked at Pete and saw the tension in his body. He sighed and got up. Pete followed him out of the living room and through the lounge to the downstairs bathroom. He stood there as Pete turned on the triple shower heads and regulated the temperature. “Well, what are you waiting for? Strip.” Frank knew there was no arguing with Pete when he was like this. He slowly took his button down shirt off. When he opened it, it revealed a wife-beater with stains and crumbs all over it. Frank grunted as he lifted his arms up to take that off. Then he unbuckled his pants, which were straining where he had them closed and revealed a ratty pair of boxers. Frank could feel Pete frowning at him as he removed them and stood there. Pete ushered him into the shower. He closed the door and Frank was alone. He stood there for a moment, feeling the water cascading down the extra layers of his body that he had added to it in the last four or five months. The weight did not bother him though. He had no reason to look good anymore. Six months now Gerard, his beautiful wife, had been gone. He didn’t want anyone else, so why should it matter? “It should matter because you never know what can still happen.” Frank had not realized that he had spoken out loud as the door opened, and Pete stepped in. “I pretty much knew you would just stand there under the water if I did not help out.” Frank saw how healthy Pete’s body looked compared to his own. He used to look even better than Pete. He sighed and leaned his head against the wall, letting the water cover his face. “No no no, you are not allowed to drown yourself in water or misery.” Pete pulled Frank back and picked up a bottle of shampoo. He began to wash Frank’s greasy hair, and he had to admit it felt good. He remembered when Gerard used to do this for him. Gerard. “Face it Pete, he is not coming back. He doesn’t have a reason to. I hurt him, I did something I swore I would never do.” “Gerard is just confused now, that’s all. He is finding his way, and I am sure it will be back to you.” “And if not?” “Then we will deal with life like we did before… Together. I just don’t want to see you hurt yourself like this anymore. Please Frankie.” Frank’s chest tightened up as he heard Pete’s voice crack. He turned around, and looked at his best friend of over thirty years then Frank cracked. He began to sob and wail. He cried for the first time in six months over the loss of his former life. Frank fell against Pete, and pushed his face into his chest, pounding on it with his fists. “Why, why was I so stupid? Why would I cost myself the best thing I ever had?” Pete soothed Frank by rubbing his back, and letting him blubber like a child. When Frank was all cried out, he patted him on the shoulder, and turned him around to rinse the soap out of his hair fully. He then helped Frank wash his body, and slough off all the dead skin. They stepped out and Pete wrapped Frank up in a fluffy warm bathrobe. He donned one himself, and put an arm around his friend's shoulders. “Let’s see what we can do to get your life back to semi normal, huh Frankie?” “Yeah Pete, yeah.” * * * Gerard's exhausted. He's been running around, rearranging, and making sure everything is just right, if not perfect. And to top it all off, it's been six months since he's seen Frank... Heard his voice, felt his skin... He kept himself busy so he didn't have to think about it so much. Gerard needed to keep busy. He had to. "Ah, there is my star employee! Wow Gerard, you have been amazing these last months. I have not had so many new clients in such a short time, and their work is brilliant. Perfect additions to the Gallery. I do wish that you would let me get you an assistant though, I am betting that Frank misses having you around more often." Stan looks for an unassuming place on a fruit arrangement, and steals a piece of pineapple before holding it under the fountain of dark chocolate and popping it in his mouth. "You two kids need to come over for dinner soon. Mikey will whip up something amazing for us." "Oh... Well, Frank and I aren't on talking terms right now. I actually have someone else joining me here tonight." "Wait, when did that happen? Are you guys okay? Gerard I..." "Stan, we have a situation with a delivery to the Gallery." Kassandra came walking into the room briskly. She had a pad of paper and started to rattle a bunch of numbers off to Stan. Stan groaned and slapped his forehead. He muttered to himself as he left the room, reaching for his cell phone. Kassandra bumped Gerard's hip lightly. "I think I defused that nicely. So do I get to meet this mystery guy Billy that you have been going on about Gee?" Gerard smiled weakly at Kassandra and sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I really hope so... I mean, there's a possibility he might not show up. He's a busy man." He didn't want to get anyone's hopes up. Especially not his own. "Well don’t worry. I am sure that he will be here." Kassandra smiled as she patted Gerard on the shoulder, and walked away to check on Stan. "Smile Gee, showtime in one hour." * * * Billy was running late. Damn meeting, damn ball players, damn traffic, damn suit. He pulled off the street in front of the gallery, and the valet took his keys. He hurried up the stairs, making sure his jacket was straight. There was a sea of people there dressed for the holidays, but he did not see Gerard. Instead he was greeted by a stunning man in a pantsuit that could rival any woman, especially with that figure. "Well hello, Welcome to Claymore Gallery. I am Mrs. Claymore, can I help you find anything?" Billy wondered if he might know where Gerard was. "Yes, you could help me. I am looking for..." "Ah, there you are my love." An older gentleman walked up to them and kissed the much younger man on the back of the neck. "Who is this you have with you?" "Yes, where are my manners? I'm William Corgan." "The William Corgan?" Billy nodded and blushed a bit. He hated being recognized. "I hope you were able to pick up Wayne for the upcoming season." "We are still working on that. But please, I had a long day and even longer meetings. Can you tell me where I can find Mrs. Wa... Iero?" Billy thought he saw the younger man flinch when he mentioned Gerard's name. "Oh, are you a friend of Gee's?" "Ah, yes, I am." "Well my hardest working employee is of course frittering around in the main room, checking on details instead of having fun and enjoying his party." "Now Stany, it is everyone's party." "Yes love, but you know that your brother worked very hard to make sure everything was perfect." "You're Gerard's brother?" "Yes, the pleasure is all mine Mr. Corgan." Gerard looked around subconsciously for Billy even though he had given up ten minutes ago. He didn't know why, but he felt extremely heart broken, and undesirable about the whole thing... It wasn't like Billy was his boyfriend or husband or anything. They weren't even having a physical relationship, so he didn't know why he was feeling like a pissed off spouse. Gerard exited the main room, and started to head to his office. He had a bottle of his favorite wine he wanted to drink by himself in there. Billy was about to take the younger man's hand when he saw a woman emerge from the main room. Although it looked like a woman from every angle, Billy just knew. "Gerard?" Gerard turned around and Billy felt the room melt away like he saw in the movies. He always heard of Gerard dressing like a woman for his other husbands. Gerard had tossed on the occasional skirt while living there, but when they were married Billy never pretended that Gerard was anything but an effeminate man. Now here he was. His hair had grown out since he had been there, he had chosen to dye it black after Thanksgiving. It was long for a man's hair style, but perfect length for a woman. He had put it up in a clip that Destiny had given him, and even though it was not made of real diamond, it sparkled like it was. The dress was Burgundy to match Billy’s suit. It clung to Gerard in all the right places. He was wearing makeup that showed off his natural features flawlessly. On his legs were some form of stockings and high heeled shoes. "Gee..." Billy did not mean to, but he left Gerard's brother standing there with his hand out. He moved through the crowd, that seemed to part for him, and walked up to Gerard. "Hey, sorry, I got held up and... Gee, you look breathtaking." Gerard blushed and nibbled on his bottom lip. "Thanks Billy. You too. And it's okay... I kept myself busy." He almost forgot about where he was and where he was going. Gerard could not figure out why he was feeling so nervous all of a sudden. It's Billy for Christ's sake. "Let me show you around. I wanna introduce you to a few friends of mine." Gerard went to take Billy’s arm, but Billy was not even thinking. He moved so that Gerard was on his side, and one arm was wrapped around his small waist. He took Gerard's hand gingerly, and allowed himself to guide and be guided by the enigmatic younger man. "This place is amazing Gee, and the owner said that you are the best he has. I can see why." Several people stopped them to talk, all taken in by Gerard's charm and honesty. The more he saw this side of Gerard the more dangerous the whole situation became. As they moved back into the main room Billy saw all the good food spread out, and his mouth watered. "Come on Gee, let's get something to eat." "Ah, good idea... I haven't eaten all day. I'm starving." "Do you want me to make you a plate?" Before Gerard could answer, Billy went through the line and gathered up a few things he knew that Gerard would like. He saw that Gerard was waiting for him by the window table. He was looking out at the falling snow. Billy carried the plates over and then stopped. He looked at the window that Gerard was standing near and saw it. The small green and white plant dangled from the gold string, and hovered a few feet above Gerard's head. Billy walked over and put the plates down. "Uh Gee? You uh I have your plate." Gerard turned his back to the window and smiled up at Billy. "Oh, hey... Thanks." Gerard's smile dropped when he saw the older man’s expression. He looked uneasy. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" "Uh Gee... look up" Gerard did just that. He looked up and saw the decorated plant. "Oh! Would you look at that." Gerard covered his mouth and laughed putting his hands on his hips. "It's a mistletoe." "Yeah, mistletoe." Billy did not know where his courage came from. He stepped up to Gerard and pulled him into his arms. He caressed his cheek lightly and ran his fingers through his hair. "Gee... Love." Billy placed a hand behind Gerard's neck, and carefully brought them together to touch their lips. Billy was holding his breath. He was not sure how Gerard was going to react. When he felt him kissing back he relaxed a bit, and dropped a hand to Gerard's hip. He pulled him in tighter and deepened the kiss more. Tentatively he brushed his tongue against Gerard's lower lip, and was gifted with a low moan that rumbled through his body. He also parted his lips slightly, and Billy eased his tongue in and touched Gerard’s. Gerard can feel it now. He can feel himself losing control of the situation. His tongue is sliding feverishly against Billy's, and he's pressing his left hand against the back of his head. But almost as soon as his hips touch Billy's he pulls away slowly. "S-sorry..." He whispered, stepping back. "No, I'm sorry, I should not have done that. I pushed, or rather pulled you and... I should go now. I'll stay at the office tonight." Billy turned to leave, and felt a hand on his sleeve. "No." Gerard spoke quickly, fearing he would never get the chance. "No. Don't... Don't go. I mean, we shouldn't have to apologize. You don't have to be sorry." Gerard felt stupid for pulling away from him... Now Billy was regretting the kiss. "Please don't go. I don't want you to go." "Gerard." Billy turned back and saw that Gerard had tears sliding down his cheeks. The drops glistened in the lamplight that came from the table. He reached up and brushed the tear away then stuck the finger in his mouth. "No crying Gee love, you are too beautiful to do anything but smile." Gerard laughed lightly and then did smile. That beautiful smile that Billy fell in love with. This time when he stepped in Gerard followed him. The kiss was more mutual this time, and nothing to do with the tradition over their heads. "Gee love, I don’t want to do this to you. Your heart is still fragile and..." "It's okay... I'm okay. Really. I really am." Gerard rubbed Billy's arm. He was telling the truth too. He did feel okay... In that moment. "Gee love, I am willing to try and make this work for us. Whatever you want or need, I will give you." No other words were needed. They kissed again, and this time they both felt it. Forgetting where they were Billy pushed Gerard into the corner of the room and into the shadows, away from everyone's eyes. He ran a hand down the dress and felt where it touched his stockinged leg. He pushed his hand under and rested it on his partially bare thigh. He felt Gerard shiver at this touch, but did not pull away. "I want..." Gerard gasped, releasing a shuddered breath. "I want that too." Gerard lifted one of his legs and placed it on Billy's hip. Billy reached out and cupped his hand under it and settled even closer to Gerard. He skimmed his hand under the dress and could feel that Gerard was hard and leaking through his... Lace panties? Fuck. "Gee love, let's get out of here, and go home." Gerard nodded frantically, grinding himself against Billy one more time before pulling away from him. "Another good idea." Billy led Gerard through the people and out the door. He heard someone call for him, but at this point he did not care. He needed to get Gerard home and... Then what? Billy stood, waiting for his car with Gerard, but he had no idea what they were doing. The car came and the valet let Gerard in. Billy got in and dropped into first as Gerard's hand dropped on to his thigh and squeezed. Billy tore away from the curb and headed straight to the house. ***Mikey*** As soon as they exited the room, Mikey revealed himself from his own shadowed corner. The only difference was he was alone with a camera in his hand. He slyly grinned at what he just witnessed. Not only was Gerard here without Frank, but he was making out with his ex-husband. It took a moment for Mikey to realize who this guy was, but when he saw them together, it clicked. Mikey had no idea why Frank was not here with Gerard. Perhaps they were fighting. Perhaps Frank finally got tired of his sorry ass, although that was most unlikely seeing as how he was so in love with his brother. Still it did not matter. Mikey patted the camera and smiled. ”It will be a very merry Christmas this year for poor Frankie boy when he receives my little present.” * * * By the time they got home Billy was a fucking mess and it was thanks to Gerard. He had teased him through his pants the whole way home. When they arrived Billy flew out of the car to the other side, and picked Gerard up then carried him into the house. Gerard nibbled on Billy's ear, and it made Billy grown low in his throat. He carried him up the stairs to his room and kicked the doors open. He dropped Gerard on the bed and straddled his legs while pulling off his jacket and tie. Gerard looked debauched from their kissing and beautifully used. Billy bent down and buried his face in his hair. He spoke in a whispered hush. "Gee, what are we doing?" Gerard licked at his dry lips and gulped soundly. "I don’t know, but I do know that I wanna suck you off." Billy's brain pretty much short circuited after that. He flipped them over and watched Gerard preen and slip his dress over his head. Billy stared at him. Gerard had on a black camisole with matching lace and silk panties, along with stockings and a garter belt. Billy is not sure that any other woman could look that good. He ran his hands along Gerard's thighs as Gerard dropped his hands to Billy's belt. His hands were quick and skilled as he unbuckled Billy's pants and when he yanked his slacks down he sees the older man’s bulge through his briefs. Gerard looked up at Billy and smiles sheepishly at him. "Ready?" "Please Gee Love, stop teasing me. I can't take it anymore." Billy watched Gerard softly chuckle as he slipped his fingers in the waistband and pull it down. He licked a stripe up his cock as it was slowly exposed. "Fuck Gee Love, forgot how good your touch and tongue feels." Gerard smirked at Billy's declaration and took him further into his mouth. His left hand was pressed against the older man’s pelvis while his right gripped onto the base of his cock. He bobbed his head up and down swiftly and skillfully, taking Billy to the back of his throat each time. Billy was in heaven, or as close as he could get to it right now. He ran his fingers through Gerard's hair and playfully pulled on it. He did not know what changed in ten years so he did not want to hurt him. "Uh uh ah ah ah, not gonna last if you keep licking there Gee Love, you know that." Billy felt Gerard smirk around his cock. He knew exactly what he was doing to him. "Gee Love, up here please. Let's cum together." Gerard obliged. He pulled his lips off of Billy and moved up to him. Billy pulled Gerard up into a crushing kiss. He reached in and grabbed Gerard's cock, which was peeking out of the top of his panties and fisted it. He turned to his side and pulled his own cock into his grip and fisted them together. Gerard started to make breathless mewing noises, and Billy swallowed them all. "That's it Gee Love, let me hear you, let me hear you when you cum for me." That's all Gerard needed to hear. He came, gasping and moaning against the crook of Billy's neck. Seeing Gerard lose it like that, his face in a halo of ecstasy, sent Billy over the edge too. He stroked them both till they were empty. Then Gerard surprised him by grabbing his hand and licking it clean. He looked up at Billy with contentment, and sighing, nuzzled into his chest and began to drift off. Listening to Gerard snoring softly, Billy began to stroke through his hair with his fingers. "I hope you know what you are doing Gerard." ***Timestamp: December 24th*** The last week went by so fast. After that night, there was nothing as intense, but Gerard was now sleeping in Billy's room every night. They also sat closer at meals and could be seen sharing a look or a touch in every room... Except the kitchen. For some reason Gerard kept him from that room, but Billy chalked it up to one of Gerard's quirks. "Don't you think it is strange that Frank's kids want to spend Christmas morning with us Gee Love? I mean, I certainly do not mind, but aren't they going to see their dad?" "Kody said that they are having dinner with him later." Kyle walked by, grabbing a Satsuma from fruit bowl. Gerard had hooked them on the little exotic fruit that only comes out in winter time. He sat down and put his feet up on the coffee table. Billy frowned at this. "Gee is going to kill you if he catches you." "He's in the kitchen so how is he going to..." Gerard stuck his head through the kitchen archway. He was going to respond to Billy, but he glared at Kyle then his feet. "Feet down!" Billy laughed at Kyle as he blushed from getting caught. Gerard asked him to repeat the question. "Nothing Gee Love, Kyle answered for me. Can I give you a hand in there with the prep for tomorrow morning?" Billy rose and headed for the kitchen door. "Ah, oh... Um, I'm about done in here. Thanks though. I appreciate the gesture." Billy walked in and went to the cupboard to get a glass. He noted that Gerard rearranged them a bit, but he never questioned it. He went to the fridge, and that too was rearranged a bit. Billy grabbed the juice mix that Gerard started to make when he moved in and poured himself a glass. Billy had made a comment that a shot of rum would taste amazing in it and Gerard smiled outwardly, but Billy could see pain in his eyes from the comment. He wished he knew what that was about. Billy walked over to Gerard who was wiping down the cabinet doors. He stepped up behind him, intending to give him an hug, and maybe a kiss on the back of his neck, but when he touched Gerard he jumped back like he had burned him. "Hey, hey Gee Love, what's the matter?" "N-nothing. It's nothing. Just don't touch me like that in here, okay?" Gerard didn't mean to sound so bitter, and he also didn't mean to back out of Billy's arms so aggressively. He knew Billy would question him again so he mentally prepped himself for it. He needed to be rational, because he really did have his reasons. Gerard could not help it. The kitchen always reminded him of Frank. "Okay Love okay, I just wanted to see if you needed any help that's all." Billy placed the glass in the sink, still partially full then left the room. "Hey Pops are you all..." Billy went upstairs and lay down. He was tired from everything they did today to get ready for tomorrow. Still Gerard’s reaction bothered him. Only in the kitchen did he do that. What was it about that one room? Billy knew he was probably over thinking things. He turned away from the door, and shut his eyes to try to get some sleep. Gerard slumped over the island and sighed into his hands. He felt so tense and so rigid... He can feel the tension washing over him, and he really needed to stop himself from over thinking things... Over thinking Frank. Gerard quickly pushed himself off the counter and wiped his hands down his face. "Fuck..." He needed to go and apologize to Billy. The man deserved an explanation. Gerard quickly made his way around the kitchen, and through the main hall that led him to the foyer. He swore to himself again as he started up the steps. He was literally a few feet away from Billy's door as he took a deep breath. Gerard didn't bother to knock as he slowly turned the knob, soundlessly, and quietly stepped inside. He looked over Billy's still form, and he nibbled on his bottom lip nervously as he started to approach him. Billy still had no idea Gerard was there, and when he climbed onto the bed Billy jolted slightly. "Sorry." Gerard whispered, pressing his hand down on the older man’s shoulder. Billy turned over and looked at him. "It's okay Gee Love, I am the one who should be sorry. I need to remember that you are still fragile, and..." Billy's words were cut off by Gerard's lips. They were soft and moist with tears. Billy licked at them taking in the salty water. He murmured against his skin. "Don’t cry Gee Love, please. You're too beautiful to cry." That made Gerard cry more, and Billy wondered if Frank had once said that to him. "S-stop talking. Please, just..." Gerard pressed his lips against Billy's again. This time with more passion. He didn't want to think about Frank when he was looking at Billy. It was too much... It was such a familiar feeling... It was overwhelming. He was so torn. "Shhh, easy baby easy." It slipped out, he did not mean it to. He pulled Gerard to him and held him tightly. Gerard cried and Billy had a feeling that it was a long time coming. He held Gerard till he stilled and only the slight shiver was coming from him now. Billy looked out the window, and could see the snow falling lightly through the soft gusts of wind. He pulled the covers over them, and kissed Gerard on the head just as the clock chimed. "Merry Christmas Gee Love." ***The Next Day*** "Merry Christmas Everyone!" The kids all ran over to the door when the Iero Kids arrived. Kyle took the gifts from them as the younger ones pulled them into the room with the two barely having a moment to give Louise their coats. Hugs and kisses exchanged they all sat down at the table and waited for Gerard to emerge from the kitchen with breakfast. Gerard stepped through the kitchen door, with a pink Christmas hat on his head and holding a tray with a variety of omelets stacked on it. "Merry Christmas! I hope everyone's hungry because I made so much of these." Gerard giggled as he set the tray in the center of the table. Everyone already had a plate sitting in front of them, so all they would have to do is serve themselves. Once the main dish was laid down there was a scramble for all the side dishes. bacon sausage, sliced ham, two kinds of potatoes, and fresh made grits because Gerard loved Adam's quirky sense of taste. Gerard's amazing juice mix was there for the kids, and mimosas for those old enough to drink. The conversation was jovial, and Billy could not help but smile as he slipped a hand under the table to let it rest it on Gerard's thigh. "Everything is perfect Gee Love. You really out did yourself." Gerard smirked at the older man then rested his hand on top of Billy's, and rubbed him there gently. "Thanks sweetie, but it was really nothing... You know I love cooking." After breakfast was over the whole family crowded into the living room. Presents were opened to the delight of all the kids, but Gerard insisted on waiting to open his presents last. "Oh wow Kody, I don't know what to say?" "Say thank you. My own personal jacket slut helped me pick it out for you." Kyle looked down at the ground. Kody never noticed. "Take a bow Gee for having amazing taste." Gerard stood up and instead of bowing he curtsied. "Thank you, thank you." He giggled, taking his seat. Kat rolled her eyes. "Should have seen that one coming Kodes." "Yeah well, I am good with clothing, but nothing beats Gee's taste in outerwear. Remember the trench coat that Dad bought him in Paris, and he... Shit, sorry Mom." Kat went to slap Kody upside the head, but her arm was grabbed by Destiny. "It's Christmas." "Yeah, all right. Hey Mom, open your gift! It's from all of us kids!" Gerard opened up the small box, and saw that there was a gold heart with his birthstone at the top. Hanging from the heart was nine charms. "You guys!" Gerard gushed, pressing the charm to his chest, right over his heart. "This is so perfect. Thank you so much." It really was perfect. He loved it so much. "Wait, there are nine charms on there, not including the one at the top. There are only seven of you, and..." Billy stopped when the Iero children started blushing. "Oh." ”It was Destiny's idea." "Well Gege said that he never stopped thinking of us as his kids so I figured that he would never forget Kat and Kody. It only seemed proper to me." "You're right, Des. I agree. You're all my children, and that's never going to change." Gerard spoke, looking at each and every one of them individually. "I love you all so much." He was getting a little emotional. He wiped his eyes with his index finger and sniffled quietly. "All right, my turn." Billy went under the tree, and brought out a good sized white box with a satin green ribbon around it. "Merry Christmas Gee Love." Everyone watched as Gerard opened it and gasped. Inside was a beautiful crystal statue that went straight to Gerard's heart, It was a recreation of one of his favorite paintings in the Gallery by an artist that Gerard discovered. "Billy!" / Gerard jumped up after setting his gift down on the coffee table, and pulled Billy into a big hug. "Oh my god. Where did you find this?" He was practically in the taller man’s lap now. "I commissioned it when I saw you admiring the painting." Billy loved the look in Gerard's eyes. It was so childlike. "I take it that you like it?" "Are you kidding me? I love it!" Gerard squealed, wrapping his arms around Billy's shoulders, and gave him a big, wet kiss on the cheek. "Awwwww." A collective sound from all the kids broke them apart. "Well that was fun, now who is going to help clean up?" It was as bad as a movie scene as the living room emptied quickly in a flurry of wrapping paper and ribbon as the Iero Kids and Kyle were all that was left. Billy looked over at Kyle and he shrugged. "I knew everyone else would run so I stayed." "Wait, what the fuck just happened?" "Yeah, I'm confused." "You two and I just volunteered to clean up this mess." "WHAT!?" Gerard laughed loudly and started picking up the wrapping paper. "C'mon guys. Leave him alone. Let's just enjoy this Christmas miracle." Kyle agreed then went into the kitchen to grab a garbage bag. He returned, and they started to put the paper away. Kat put everyone’s gifts back under the tree for them to get later, and Kody started to clear the table with Billy. In no time the job was done, and the kids were saying goodbye to them. "Oh Kyle, I forgot I was invited to a New Year’s party at one of my favorite clubs. I had a date, but he flaked on me, want to go?" "Uh, sure I guess." "Great it's a date then." Kody kissed Kyle on the cheek, hugged Gerard, and left with his sister. Kyle looked at the card Kody handed him. "Oh fuck me! Gee! It's a gay club!" Gerard looked at Billy and they both busted out with laughter. "Sounds like fun Kyle, doesn't it Billy?" "No, come on Geeeeeee." Kyle was whining, and it made them laugh even more if that were possible. "Oh fuck you both." Gerard grabbed Kyle's arm and held onto it tightly. "Alright, alright... How 'bout we go with you?" "Really? You would do that for me? Oh thank you thank you Gee!" Kyle hugged Gerard so tightly that he lifted him off the ground. Gerard laughed obnoxiously then turned to Billy again once Kyle set him down. "Are you okay with that sweetie?" He batted his lashes at the older man with a little pout on his face. "Sure Gee Love, besides this way I can show you off, and put some of my signature dance moves on you." Billy did a silly slinky dance, and Kyle busted out laughing as well. "Oh Christ, please no dad. Thanks you two. Well, I need a nap after all that." Kyle left the room, and Billy turned to Gerard. "I could use one too, care to join me Mrs. Corgan?" Billy suddenly stilled. He looked down. "Sorry, I didn’t mean, I um..." Gerard blushed and grabbed Billy's arm. He tiptoed up and kissed his cheek for the billionth time since he's been there. "It's okay. Lead the way." Billy visibly relaxed, and took Gerard's hand. He led him up the stairs to the bedroom. After he opened the door and let Gerard in, Billy shut the door behind them. * * * ”Dinner was good dad thanks!” ”I know my cooking skills have been lacking lately, but…” "Really dad it was great!” They had opened presents earlier, and were now getting ready to settle in to watch a movie. ”So what movie are we watching?” ”How about Nightmare?” Frank froze. That was one of Gerard’s favorite ones. Kody realized what he said. “Oh man dad, I’m sorry, I just…” *ding dong* “I got it!” Kody jumped up and ran for the door. Frank looked at Kat, who had a sad look on her face. “How is he?” “Dad…” “I don’t want to know where he is, just how is he.” “He’s doing alright.” “Good. I am glad that you and your brother are still spending time with him.” “Dad, we never meant to hurt you.” “No, I deserved it. You two should not have to lose him too.” “Hey dad, you got a letter.” “On Christmas?” “Well UPS still runs.” Frank took the package from Kody and looked at the address. “There is no return address.” “You think?” Frank tore open the packing and pulled out a manila envelope. On the front was Merry Christmas Frankie written in delicate script. Frank knew it was not Gerard’s writing, but still he had slight hope. He opened up the clasp and slipped his hand inside. He pulled out several glossy photos. He looked at them. “What is it dad?” Frank continued to stare at them. Kody came behind his chair and gasped. Kat rose quickly from hers and rounded the other side. “Oh dad.” “Well, I guess he really is alright now.” Frank put the pictures down and stood up. He made his way into the living room to the DVD collection. “How about Silent Night?” Frank turned around, and saw his kids holding the photos of his wife and his wife's ex-husband. He recognized the man from sports articles. Someone had snapped them kissing under mistletoe and then having a private moment in a dark corner. Frank held the DVD out to the kids. “Guys? It’s alright. All I ever wanted is for him to be happy.” “Yeah, but we didn’t know…” “That he had moved on like this? I can tell from his expression that he did not realize it either. In fact, I would bet that it was their first kiss.” “How can you tell?” Frank walked over to Kody, and took the pictures from him. He moved through them till he had a close up of their faces. He carefully pointed to Gerard’s. “You can see it in his eyes.” “Dad…” “I’m fine really. Now can we get this gorefest under way?” “Sure, I’ll go make the popcorn.” “I got the candy and soda.” “Make mine diet.” Kat looked back at her father and smiled. “Sure dad.” When they left he looked at the pictures again. Gerard’s skin was flushed and he was excited beyond what was happening in the scene. He reached up and caressed the one of his face. “Glad you are happy and moved on Gee, now it is my turn.” Frank slipped the pictures into his desk drawer then turned back to the TV to load the DVD as he heard the popcorn machine whir to life. ***Timestamp: December 31st*** To say that Kyle was nervous would be an understatement. He fixed his vest and smiled in the mirror. "Not half bad I think." He placed his matching blue hat on top of his head and winked. He was straightening his tie when a knock came to his door. "Come in." Kyle looked in the mirror as Gerard walked in. He looked amazing in all black. Wearing a silk off shoulder blouse with a long black trench, loose comfortable matte silk pants, and an awesome pair of boots to match. Kyle watched his expression in the mirror and turned around. "So Gee, how do I look?" He struck a GQ style pose. Gerard hummed and put his hands on his hips. "Umm..." Gerard trailed off. "Uh, yeah. You look great sweetie, but you do know Kody's going to make you change." "What are you talking about? Don't I look good?" Kyle played with his tie, now a bit more nervous about what Gerard had said. "Hey sport, are you all set?" Kyle's dad walked in, calling him a name he has not heard in years. He looked good too, also dressed in black. Billy had on a track style pants suit with a sports coat over it. He also had on a cool set of boots. Kyle realized that he did look a little out of place, but he was aright with that. "Yo! Anyone home in this place?" The voice of Kody echoed through the house. "Up here!" Kody came up the stairs and saw Gerard first. "Wow Gee, that outfit is hot!" "Thanks Kody. You look great." He he kind of wanted to hide Kyle before Kody could see him. "Hey, Billy looking sharp too!" "Why thank you, not bad yourself." "Awww this old thing?" Everyone was laughing and Kyle waited for Kody to enter the room and give him praise for his outfit. "So K Man, ready to go-o-o-o-o?" "Yup, I think so!" Kody stood there, staring at Kyle. "We're gonna go." Gerard laughed nervously, taking Billy's arm. He hurried them out of Kyle's room, and started for Billy's. "Kody is going to tear him a new one." "Uh, Kyle, do you still need a moment?" "Nope, I'm good." ”You sure?" "Yeah man, why? Kody what's up?" "Uh, here, look at us in the mirror." Kyle stood next to Kody, and in the mirror it was a sharp contrast. Kody was dressed in a black shirt that had a shiny material. Kyle reached out and caressed his arm. "What is the shirt made of?" ”Elastic." "Really?" Kody was also wearing a sleek pair of skinny distressed blue jeans, and black combat boots with buckles and chains. "See Kyle, you stand out from the three of us. You want to blend in a little more." "Oh, uh, well I really don’t own a lot of black, and..." Kody smiled wide. "Hang on, I got a spare outfit in the car you can borrow. "Uh, all right." Kody ran out of the room as Gerard was walking by. "Sorry Gee, fashion emergency." Gerard chuckled and shook his head. "Don't be too harsh on him Kody." Kyle had no idea what to expect when Kody returned, what he did not expect was the young man to usher him across the hallway into the bathroom with a small bag in his arms. As he was pushed in, he looked at Gerard, pleading for him to help. "Good luck." He saluted the young man. "Geeeeeeeee" After that the bathroom door slammed. "Gee Love, what is going on?" Billy came out of the bedroom. "I can hear my poor son through the walls being tortured." Gerard laughed and playfully swatted at Billy's arm. "Tortured? It's just fashion. He'll be okay... I think." "Oh yeah? You come in here and listen to this." Billy grabbed Gerard's hand, and dragged him into the room. Before he could even close the door, Gerard heard the echoes of Kyle's frightened voice muffled through the wall connecting the bathroom. The two grown men pressed an ear to the wall and listened. "Wait a minute, how am I supposed to get into those pants with my underwear on?" "Honey you're not." "What!?" The sound of rustling and fabric as Kyle screeched filled the room. Billy turned back to Gerard. "Still think he is going to be okay?" Gerard laughed again, louder this time, and shook his head. "Check on him if you want, but I think they're fine. Maybe a little makeover will be fun for Kyle." "Oh My God, what are you doing to me!?" "Hold still, you need to tuck properly and..." "Do I look like a fucking Drag Queen to you Kody!?" "Well maybe with the right makeup and hairstyle you could… I'm kidding K, calm down. Look, I'm tucked too see?" Gerard looked at Billy and grinned. "I think that's your cue daddy." "Uh, I do not need to see that." "Oh my God, what is that shit?!" "I use it in my hair all the time. It stays soft so that you can run your fingers through someone’s hair, and it is not greasy." "Why would I want that?" "Well, if you use enough you can go from hair gel to lubricant and..." "GERARD!!!!!!" Gerard was still smiling at Billy when Kyle screamed his name. He made an agitated noise and scrunched up his face. "I guess that's my cue." Gerard giggled, twiddling his fingers at Billy as he made his way out of the bedroom. Kyle was backed against the wall when Gerard opened the bathroom door without knocking. Kody was advancing on him with a straightener, snapping it open and closed. "Come on K, just the front so I can..." "No! Oh my God, do you not understand the English language?!" Kody was blocking the outfit that Kyle was in, but when he moved a bit, Gerard got a glimpse of a sheer black shirt and pants so tight, he now understood why Kody made Kyle tuck. The boots though were something that Gerard decided he would convince Kyle to give up after the party. He just hoped they were his size. "Oh, um... Wow!" Gerard covered his mouth with his hand. "Kyle... You look so...Trampy!" Gerard dropped his hand from his mouth, and laughed at the shocked face Kyle made at him. "I'm only teasing. You look terrific... You boys almost finished?" Kody stopped and turned to Gerard. "Really Gee, trampy?" Kyle took that moment to duck under Kody's arm and hide behind Gerard. "Can we just go before I change my mind?" "*huff* All right, come on." Kody unplugged the straightener and Kyle bolted out the door into the hallway. Kody walked by Gerard bitching about amateur night. "Uh... you all ready?" Billy came out of the room, and tried not to look at his son. "We're ready." Gerard smiled angelically, taking Billy's arm. * * * When they pulled up in front of Pulse, Gerard knew he was going to like the little club. It brought back sentimental memories of his many adventures with Spencer, and he was so caught up in the moment that he didn't hear Billy calling his name to get out. Gerard snapped out of it when the older man put his hand on his shoulder. "Oh, right. Sorry." He quickly climbed out of the car, and met up with Kody and Kyle who were standing by, talking to the valet. As soon as Billy hopped out of the car Gerard immediately took his arm, and they started to make their way to the entrance where they would have to show their ID's to get in. Once they get through that process, they're walking into the lounge room and Gerard's eyes skim over the seats. He wants to sit down and have a drink because he didn't want to dance just yet... Especially reminiscing about Spencer. Billy could tell that Gerard was preoccupied with something from his past. He sat him down at a clear table, and joined Kody at the bar. "So, did Gee often go out with you guys in the past?" "Nah, he was always home, spending time with dad and... Sorry, I just." "It's all right Kody, I am not going to get upset about it. I accept all parts of Gerard's life, past and present and future, whether I have a place in there or not." "How can you think like that? Don't you want Gerard to be your...." "It's too early, and it does not matter what I want. In the end it will always be Gerard's decisions." "You are just too cool for words." "Thanks Kody." At that point the bartender came over and Billy was going to order a typical drink when Kody touched his hand. "Hear, let me. Let me get four auroras." "You got it cute stuff." Billy looked at Kody as he blushed and flirted with the bartender as he flourished and created the most amazing neon drink he had ever seen. When he was done, Kody went to pay him, but the bartender shook his head. "Save me a dance and we can call it even." Billy marveled how Kody was able to get the bartender to do that without so many words. These were pretty expensive drinks too. Billy grabbed his and Gerard's and made his way over to him, while Kody continued to flirt. "Hey Gee Love, here Kody picked it out." Gerard gushed at the drinks and quickly took the one Billy was sticking out for him. He took a dainty sip and beamed. "It's so good!" It wasn't so loud in the lounge, but it was still difficult to hear the person standing/sitting next to you. Billy took a sip of the drink and was knocked on his ass. There was so much alcohol in it he thinks that is all he has to drink tonight. The club was decked out for New Years with streamers, balloons, and colorful costumes. Not where he expected to spend this holiday, but he was not going to leave his son on his own tonight. He looked over at Kyle who was fending off several Drag Queens attracted to his outfit. It really was not him. Meanwhile, Kody had taken to the dance floor with the bartender and a few of his friends. "Looks like fun..." Gerard whispered in Billy's ear before kissing his cheek and giggling. "I remember the first, and only time we ever danced. You were really drunk." Gerard pressed his free hand on Billy's knee. "Yeah, I dragged you out into the alley, and we made out like a couple of horny teenagers." Billy laughed a little at the thought of him behaving like that. It was Gerard. He was so full of life back then, still young and fresh. He smiled at Gerard and placed a hand over his hand that was on his knee. This night might be all right after all. * * * It was now near midnight, and Gerard had managed to drag Billy on the dance floor twice. All were group participation dances. They did the Electric Slide, and the YMCA. Billy felt like he was at a wedding reception. Suddenly a familiar song came on and Gerard screeched. Billy hid his face in his hands as he felt himself being pulled onto the dance floor to do The Time Warp. "Please, Billy?! You have to! You know how much I love The Rocky Horror Picture Show!" Gerard whined, shouting like a bratty sixteen year old as he dragged Billy back onto the dance floor. By the time they got out there, the crowd was in full Participation mode, throwing out lines from the movie. Billy laughed as he and Gerard did the moves, and Gerard called out the parts. He looked over and saw that Kody was now surrounded by five guys and he was in the center of them as they shouted the part of 'group sex' while thrusting toward and away from Kody with their hips. Kody was laughing and having a great time. Billy looked up, and suddenly got a look at his son leaning against the wall. He had the Aurora from three hours ago and he was still nursing it. "All right you party animals, we have about five minutes before we televise the ball dropping in Time Square. Find that special someone that you want to spend the next year with and let's ring in 2006 the right way!" Billy was pulled from his view of Kyle as Gerard wrapped his arms around his neck. "Don't leave me all alone... I want you to kiss me when the ball drops." Gerard whined and nuzzled his nose against the crook of Billy's neck before placing wet kisses against him there. "I'm not going anywhere Gee Love, I just want to make sure that Kyle is alright." At that point the countdown began and Billy heard an oops as balloons and confetti started to fall early. The patrons of the club were laughing, but it caused Billy to lose sight of his son for a moment. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Billy turned to Gerard, and pulled him into his arms. "Happy New Year Gee Love. May all that you want this year come true." Gerard smiled up at Billy and pecked him on the lips softly. "You too, sweetie." He felt bad, because in that moment he couldn't help but wonder about Frank. * * * ”Happy New Year Gee.” Frank watched the ball drop then closed the tab on his laptop. He turned up the soft jazz again, and got back to work. He had a lot to catch up on that he let slide for the last five months, and he had a lot to make up for. It was funny that now he knew Gerard had moved on, that he was able to go back to facing his life. He knew that he had not moved on, and it would be a long time before he did, but he needed to get back on track. He had been away from his company too long, and the neglect was starting to show. In the last week he got in touch with all his band managers, and the band members themselves. He apologized to them all, and promised that he was going to get back to work, getting them all back on track. Frank made good on that promise too after working hard for the last five days. Now he was facing down a mountain of office work that Vicky had for him. He gave her a week off for putting up with his bullshit, and sent her on an all-expenses paid trip to the Bahamas with her fiancé. Now it was just him and the office. His phone rang and he picked it up. ”Happy New Year Frankie.” ”Happy New Year Spencer.” ”How are you?” “Alright, just catching up on paper work.” “Hungry?” “A little, but I will eat later, I promise.” “Some Thai?” “That sounds really good right now.” “We thought it would.” Frank’s door opens and Pete, Ryan, and Spencer walk in carrying bags of take out. Spencer hung up the phone and smiled at him. Frank smiled back and got up from his desk. He walked over to the coffee table where Ryan was laying out the food. “Happy New Year.” Pete kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Same to you Pete, what’s all this?” “We thought you could use a bite to eat and some company.” “Thanks.” “No problem Frankie,” Frank looked at all the food and his mouth watered. There was a lot to choose from. He bet Pete ordered every vegetarian option the place had. He settled in next to Ryan and took a carton of Jasmine rice and began to dig in. “Thank you guys.” Ryan leaned in and hugged him. They all knew about the pictures and marveled how well he was taking everything. No one mentioned Gerard at that point anymore. It was not wrong to, but no one wanted to hurt Frank. He appreciated the gesture. Frank watched Spencer feed a piece of chicken to Pete and chuckled. “Open wide Frankie.” Frank saw Ryan holding out a piece of broccoli for him, and he opened his mouth and accepted it. As he chewed he sighed, and Ryan leaned into his shoulder. Frank placed his arm around Ryan, and pulled him in. It felt good to hold someone again. “Happy New Year Frankie.” Frank kissed the top of Ryan’s head. “Happy New Year Ry.” * * * "Kyleeeee! Shappy You Neer!" Kody was so drunk and it made Kyle cringe. He fell on him and planted a cocktail filled kiss on his lips. It was anything but romantic and mostly spit. Suddenly Kody was pulled away by one of the boys he was dancing with earlier. "Ready to go baby?" "Mmm hmmm" "Kody, where are you going?" "Hmmm oh me and... What was your name again? Anyway, we are going to grab something to eat." "I think that is a bad idea, we should find Billy and Gee then get you home." "Oh no worries honey, I will be glad to bring him home." Kyle did not like that way the boy was saying this. He had a feeling that he had more than just food planned for his friend. "No really it's fine, we need to get going." Kyle reached for Kody and the boy grabbed his hand. "Hey, I said I got it kid." "Let go of me, I am not a kid!" "You sure act like one. Why don’t you go find your mommy and go home to bed? Go cuddle with your teddy bear, this one is mine to cuddle with." "No, he's not." "Oh? Is he yours...I did not think so. You aren’t even comfortable in the clothing you are in, let alone with a real man. Give it up kid, the better man won so scurry home." Kyle felt like shit as this guy tore him down, but he mustered up his courage, and he was not going to lose to this Go Go Boy. "I said, he is going to his home with me." This time the guy turned around, and shoved Kyle hard against the wall. "I think you have a hearing problem honey. I said I will take care of him. Now if you don’t want me to take care of you too, I suggest you get out of here.... Unless that is your goal all the long. Want to watch? Hmmm? Want to see how a real man does it?" Kyle was nervous now. The guy was crowding him, and running a hand down his chest. He touched his belt buckle and smirked as Kyle winced. He began to trail his hand lower as he placed his face in the crook of Kyle’s neck, and licked his skin. Kyle shuddered, but not from enjoyment. He was being violated. Suddenly a voice broke through the crowd. "Get away from him!" "Excuse me?" Kyle opened his eyes to see Kody standing and growling at the boy holding him. "What you don't know how to share?" "NO, he's mine! Do not touch my property!" Kody's voice rang out in the place, and everything stopped including the music. All eyes were on them now. Gerard heard Kody’s voice when the music dropped. He swiftly took Billy’s hand, and pulled him over to where they were. "What the hell is going on over here?" Kyle was still partially pinned to the wall by the Go Go Boy, as Kody began to advance on them. He suddenly seemed very sober, and there was a fire in his eyes that Kyle had never seen before. He believed that Kody thought of him as his property, and although it should have bothered him, it made him feel a flutter inside. "I said, hands off my fucking property!" "Really? I don’t see your name tattooed on him anywhere?" "It's on his ass, and I am the only one that gets to see that!" Kyle blushed at the thought of it being real, but when the boy looked at him he backed up like he believed it. "Hey, sorry, I didn’t know you two were like that. So he is not part of the deal, it's fine." Kody moved against Kyle and caressed his face. "You all right baby?" "Y-Y-Yeah, I th-think so." "Sorry, I left you alone. It won’t happen again." Kyle went to answer him, but his mouth was blocked by lips, tongue, and teeth. Kody's kiss was possessive and so was his grip on Kyle's hips. Kyle would have enjoyed it more, but the clapping in the room reminded him where he was and that Kody was drunk. Kody broke from the kiss and nuzzled Kyle's neck before he passed out. "Help Gee, please?" Gerard sighed, defeated, and helped Kyle carry Kody out of the club. "That didn't really go as planned..." "W-W-What was that about? Does he think I am his p-p-p-property?" "Seems that way... That's what his father used to say to men who harassed me..." Gerard trailed off, and looked at Billy who was now opening the back door of the car. "Thanks." Gerard and Kyle slipped Kody inside gently. "Wow, so that is what it is like huh? I mean when someone cares about you that much?" Kyle climbed in the back and was pulled in by a now conscious Kody. "Mmmm come here baby, let's cuddle." Gerard quickly hopped into the passenger seat and sighed. "Um... Yeah." Gerard coughed. He watched Billy climb into the driver’s seat, and before he started the car he demanded everyone to put their seat belts on. Gerard did immediately. "Boys. Keep it down back there... D'you got your seat belts on?" Kyle would have answered Gerard but his air supply was being slowly dwindled by Kody and his fucking mouth. He tried to push Kody off, but he had no upper arm strength in that position. "Kody, put your seat belt on please and then you can go back to ravaging my son." "Pops!" Kody quickly complied and Kyle was cut off again from the ability to speak. Gerard couldn't hold in the fit of giggles that erupted from him. He placed his hand on Billy's thigh and he squeezed him there, still laughing. "My boys like each other. It's so exciting!" Gerard cackled maniacally, tossing his head back against the headrest of the passenger seat. The ride back to the house would have been more awkward if Kody had not passed out again. When they got home Kyle got out from under Kody quickly, and ran into the house. He ran up the stairs and slammed the door of his bedroom. As he leaned against the door panting, he listened as his dad softly curse. His dad was handling his best friend all by himself into the guest room next to his. He sighed and stripped for bed. Kyle crawled in and was out from the emotional exhaustion before he even hit the pillow. * * * At some point he awoke to the feeling of warmth, like he was submersed in a warm body of water. He groaned at how good it felt then his ears picked up the sound of lapping. He groggily opened his eyes and looked around the room. The moonlight was soft as it lit the area. Directly in the beam of light was Kody between his legs sucking him off....WHAT!? "Kody! What are you doing?!" "Hey baby, you're awake." Kyle moaned as Kody squeezed his shaft and crawled up to kiss him. He was so tired, and yet that he did nothing to stop him. He was as naked as Kody, and it felt good to have his skin next to another. Kyle remembered doing this with his girlfriend, but she did not feel like this. Kody's body had definition as he moved between Kyle's legs. He let go of his shaft and pressed the two of them together. They groaned in unison as Kody began to thrust his hips, causing them to slide together. "Kody, I uh, please." "Want to make you feel good baby. Want to make it up to you for what the jerk did to ruin our night." Kyle was not sure what Kody was talking about. He was just enjoying the attention as Kody spilled words of encouragement into his ear as he bit and licked it. All too soon, Kyle felt it down to his toes. "That's it baby, God look at you, fucking beautiful in the moonlight. I want to remember this, remember your face when you cum for me." Kody's words were all the encouragement Kyle needed because he cried out his affection for Kody as he sent hot spurts between them. "Oh shit baby!" Kody rutted a few more thrusts and then he was cumming too. Their cum mixed together as they slid their bodies in an upwards motion, expending all they had. "I love you." Kyle did not know who said it, but it was said, and it blanketed them as they both fell asleep. * * * In the morning Kyle woke up alone. The evidence of what happened last night was all over. He dragged himself out of the room to the bathroom then into the shower. He watched it all go down the drain, afterward donning his robe. Kyle made his way downstairs, and into the kitchen where Gerard was making breakfast. He thought he was going to puke. "Morning sweetheart. How're you feeling?" Gerard chirped, flipping the last pancake onto the tray. "D'you sleep okay?" "No not really. Have you seen Kody?" "Um..." Gerard turned off the stove then carried the tray of pancakes to the dining table. "No... He wasn't with you?" Kyle sighed, he figured as much. "No, he must have left early in the morning." Kyle slumped down in his chair, and groaned as he put his head on the table. He felt Gerard card his fingers through his hair, and all he could do was sigh and wish it was still last year. ***Timestamp: April 10th*** ”Frank.” Frank looked up from his sushi to see that last person he ever expected to. “Greta.” Greta sat down without invitation. She had a Sapporo in her hands. “You look good Frank.” Frank had been steadily losing the weight he had put on, but he was no where near the size he used to be. Still it was better than three months ago. “So do you.” It was true, she did. The bleached blond hair was gone, and it had returned to her normal mousy brown. It was styled, but not over processed like he was used to seeing on her. She was dressed relaxed too, like she was not trying to impress anyone anymore. They talked for a bit, just casual conversation about this and that. After a bit a man that looked around Frank’s age came up to her and lightly touched her shoulder. “Frank, this is my fiancé Carl.” “Nice to meet you Frank.” “Nice to meet you too.” “Where is your wife today?” “Uh, well, we are kind of not together anymore.” “Oh, shame.” "Why do you say that?” “Because you are a good catch Frank. You always were.” Frank was surprised that Greta said this and in front of her fiancé. “Don’t look so surprised Frank. I’ve changed a lot in the last five years. I know you have too. I just hope that this one realizes what I did not back then.” Greta stood up, leaned over, and kissed Frank on the cheek. “Tell Kat congrats on her nuptials.” “I will… Greta, it was nice seeing you.” Same Frank.” Frank watched her leave and then returned to his sushi. ***Timestamp: May 16th*** "Ahhh, what the fuck is taking that bitch so long!?" "Calm down Kat, she's coming!" "Yeah , but we only have an hour left and..." "*puff puff* I'm here, I ran into traffic. I got it though." "Thank God! Give me!" Kat grabbed for the bag that one of her bridesmaids had. She pulled the little tube out and popped the cap. She took her shoe off and bent the outer sole back. She applied a few drops of the superglue then held the shoe in a tight grip. "Has anyone seen Gee?" Gerard was nearing the room Kat was in getting ready. With him was the bottle of water and aspirin she had asked for. It took him twenty minutes to find the medicine, and when he did it was because Billy rushed to the nearest convenience store to fetch it for him. Gerard had thanked him with a peck on the lips, and then immediately started to rush back to the girls. "I'm back! I have the water and aspirin you asked for, sweetie." "Oh thank you. I think if this headache continued, I am going to punch someone!" *knock knock* "Excuse me ladies, may I come in?" M. stuck his head in the room. "Yes, you may." "Sorry to disturb you ladies, but I wanted to let you know that Brian is all set up, and we are ready when you are my dear." "Thank you M. And thank you for letting us use you home for our wedding." "It is a pleasure my dear." M. kissed Kat on the head then Gerard on the cheek. He left the room. Gerard smiled from ear to ear and pulled Kat into a hug. "I'm so proud of you, Kat. By the end of the night you'll be a married woman." "Yeah, and I want to thank you so much Mom for being here for me and..." "Knock knock, hey Kat. Sorry to disturb, but I have a last minute gift for you." Kat and Gerard looked up, and saw Frank walk in. He looked good in his tux that had a tie matching the colors of the wedding. He had a small white box in his hand. Kat rose to meet him. "Dad hey." "Hey Kitty Kat, wow, you look beautiful. Sorry, for short notice, but I have something for you that Gabe was supposed to give you last night, but forgot to. According to him, he was slightly distracted." Kat blushed, remembering what their last night was like together. "Anyway here." Kat took the box and opened it up. Inside was a beautiful Blue Diamond bracelet that matched her engagement ring. "Oh Dad, it's beautiful." "Not as beautiful as you sweetheart." Kat slipped the bracelet on and watched as it shines along with her ring. She hugged Frank fiercely, all the while careful of her dress. She let go of him and sat down, admiring the piece of jewelry. Frank turned to Gerard and smiled. "Hey Gerard. You look really beautiful in that dress." The dress that Kat picked out for her bridal party was a light blue, and flowed around his waist. The silver heeled sandals gave him just a little bit of height, and the blue diamond tiara, that made Gerard stand out from everyone else, sat upon his head, accenting his ebony locks. "Thanks... Um, you look good too, Frank." "Nah, I gained a shit ton of weight, but it's cool. I appreciate the kind gesture." "Hey Kat I... Hi Mr. Iero." Frank turned around and saw Destiny, Gerard's youngest. He knew he was presented as an intimidating creature so he smiled and got down on her level, which was not much difference honestly. "He kiddo, you look good. I like your dress and shoes." "Thank you, Kat helped me pick them out." "You look like a little version of Gee." Destiny smiled at this. Frank stood up and saluted everyone, and left the room. Gerard watched Frank leave, following him with his eyes intensely. He wanted to talk with him more and ask him how he's been, but he knew he shouldn't... It wouldn't be appropriate. "He seems... Happy." "Sure Gee, sure." Kat stood up and let her gown flow around her. "I feel like fucking Cinderella in this thing." "Yeah, but you look better than she did." "Thanks Dizzy. So Mom, what do you think?" Kat picked up her flowers as one of her bridesmaids adjusted her veil. Gerard looked over his daughter’s appearance, and he really tried not to cry. Even with all his willpower, a single tear raced down his cheekbone, and he quickly wiped it away before anyone could notice. "You look absolutely stunning." "Thank you Mom, you know I had one wish for my wedding? Even though it will not be possible, I am glad that you are here by my side." Kat began to walk out of the room. Gerard followed closely behind Kat, and he reached out then touched her shoulder. "What's your wish? Maybe it can still happen." Kat turned back to him. The sunlight of the midday sun hit her face, and made her eyes sparkle with the tears hidden in them. "For you and dad to have been here together." Kat smiled and stepped out, followed by all her bridal party. Destiny was the last to leave, and tugged on Gerard's dress. "Hey Gege, you know I only want you to be happy right? I love you too much to see you cry, and I know that no matter what I will always be your baby." Destiny handed Gerard his flowers then walked out of the room. * * * Frank stood at the back of the wedding party, waiting for Kat. He was still trying to get the picture of Gerard in his Maid of Honor dress out of his head. He looked almost as stunning as he did in his own wedding dress. Five years, five long years. They had been through so much, and had survived it all. Now though, he guesses they just could not survive this. Frank watched as Gerard stopped to talk to his ex, well maybe not his ex for long. Soon that could be Frank's title. Still,they looked happy, and Gerard was smiling. Frank felt a tug on his sleeve, and looked down to see Adam, the second youngest child. "Hey little man, what can I do for you?" "Do you still love him?" "What?" "Do you still love Mama Gee." "Well you know Adam, they say that you should never lie to a kid, but grownups do it all the time. Well I don’t so yes, I do, very much." "My dad loves him too." Frank looks over at them again. "Yeah, I can see that." "Want to know a secret?" Frank got down on the ground so that Adam could whisper in his ear." "I think you love him more." "Who knows kid, who knows." "Who knows what?" Frank saw Kat had walked up with Gerard close behind. "Nothing love, nothing. So ready to become Mrs. Sapporta?" "Yeah, I think I am." Frank stepped back so that Gerard could step in front of them. He took Kat's arm, and tried to focus anywhere but his wife's... Ex wife's ass. Kat leaned in and whispered in his ear. "You know that is why I chose that dress right?" "Huh?" "I chose it because it makes his ass look amazing.” Frank blushed, but had no chance to say anything else because the music started, and the procession began. Gerard observed everyone as he started ahead with Frank close behind him. He intently watched the kids in front of them, and smiled when his eyes landed on Billy who was seated with all the other guests. The older man smiled back and waved a small, quick wave. Gerard knows Frank immediately noticed because instead of looking down at his ass, Frank was now also staring ahead at Billy. "Who gives this maiden to this man?" "I do." Frank let Kat go to Gabe after a kiss on the cheek then went and sat down in the front row to watch the ceremony. They wrote their own beautiful vows for each other. The whole ceremony had everyone on the verge of tears. Frank could not help but to look at Gerard the whole time. He lost so much when he lost him. This last year, one year in June that is, had been miserable for him. He never realized how lost and alone he was without his wife. With the kids out of the house now too it was quite lonely indeed. Frank patted the tickets in his pocket. Tonight he would be on a flight to Paris that might as well be considered a one way. He did not know when he would return, he just knew that he could not stay right now. "You may now kiss the bride." Everyone sighed when they did. "May I now present Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Sapporta." Everyone cheered as the newly married couple walked down the aisle. Next was Gerard with Kody. Gerard glowed, and it made Frank's heart hurt even more. He waited until the wedding party was gone, and he made his way out of the tent to the reception area. Gerard started to Billy quickly, and when he approached the older man smiled weakly at him and took his arm. "I can't believe my little girl is married now...Time flies." Everyone was heading to the reception area. Billy escorted Gerard, and helped him find a seat at the main table. After he sat himself at the first table, and waited for others to join him. Frank walked over and took his seat at the same table. "Hey." "Hey man." "It was a nice ceremony." "Yeah it was," "Your daughter looked really beautiful." "Thanks, she married a great guy." "Yeah, I met him a couple of times." "Oh, cool." The new couple walked in as they were announced, and found their seats at the main table. Everyone else sat down, and the food was served. Frank looked at his plate and frowned. He had the wrong meal. "Here man, trade with me." "No, you don’t have to..." "No it's cool, you're a vegetarian and I have the Ratatouille." "Thanks man." "Sure." Gerard was watching Frank the whole time. He watched how he talked so calmly with Billy, and how cordial they were being with one another. He wanted to ask who they thought they were fooling, but he knew it wouldn't be appropriate. It'd be best to just sit in silence with his head bowed. "Mom, are you all right?" "Huh?" "I-I'm fine, sweetie... Just thinking." He picked up his glass of wine and took an urgent sip. Kat leaned in and whispered in Gerard's ear. "He really does look handsome doesn't he?" Out of everyone in the room there was merriment and laughter all around, save for three people. *clink clink* "Attention everyone, I would like to propose a toast to the bride and groom." Kody stood up and cleared his throat. "Sis, you have always been my better half. When I did not know what to do with my life or who I was, you helped me discover it. You have always been there for me through all the laughter and heartache that was our life. Now you have brought Gabe into our lives, and I feel like I have an amazing older brother. You give me the courage to be who I am, and it is with that courage that I do this..." Kody leaped over the main table to the ground, and made his way to the second table. All of the Corgan kids were sitting there. He walked up to Kyle. "Hi." "Hi yourself." "Kyle this last year of knowing you has been amazing. I hate the way that we were brought together, but fate is a strange son of a bitch, and who am I to argue with her?" Kody got down on one knee, and fished a ring box out of his pocket. "Kyle Corgan, will you do the honor of making me amazingly happy for the rest of my life?" Inside the box was a black gold ring with red and white diamonds. Kyle looked at it and gasped. He glanced up at his dad and then at Frank. Both men smiled at him. "I uh... yes!" Gerard clapped proudly and smiled in the boys' direction. "Congratulations guys. I told you he'd say yes, Kody." "Yeah yeah yeah mom." Kody scooped Kyle up, after putting the ring on him, and hugged him tightly. "Can't get rid of me now K." "Would never dream of it." They kissed while everyone awed and clapped. Kyle pulled back, blushing. Kody bowed then turned to Gerard again. "All right Mom, beat that speech." In truth Kody felt a little bad doing this before Gerard's speech to the bride and groom, but he insisted on it. "Well, I'm not sure if I'll be able to." Gerard stood up slowly and cleared his throat a bit. He was going to try and remember his speech word for word, but if he couldn't he was just going to free ball it. "Um, Kat... Gabe. I wrote you, um... I wrote you something, and I really can't remember it for the life of me. I didn't bring my flash cards..." He paused and laughed nervously. "Basically... As a person who was allowed to enter your life I can say that it truly is a blessing and the years I spent with you... And Kody... And your father... It's been an honor, and I think Gabe can relate to that feeling. You two have a bright future ahead of you... Hopefully all of it good, and I can't wait 'til you guys give me grandbabies." Gerard rose his glass in Kat and Gabe's direction. "I'm so proud of you two. I wish you all the happiness in the world. Please allow me to continue being a part of your life. Now and forever... I love you Gabe and Kat Saporta." Frank was in shock. Did Gerard actually say thank you for him being in his life? He is so happy though with his other family. Frank was confused now. He needed some air badly, which was stupid because they were outside. In the middle of the applause he stood up, but his napkin fell off his lap and when he bent down to pick it up, he banged his head on the table. "Motherfucker!" "You all right?" Billy was looking at him now. "Yeah yeah, I just need..." Frank dropped the napkin on the table and nearly ran out of the tent. He smacked right into M. "Hey Frank, what's going on?" "I uh... bathroom." "Sure, you know where it is." Frank thanked M. and ran off to the house. He crashed through the French doors and into the living room. Frank panted against end table and looked around. Memories came flooding back from their wedding. Frank was losing his ability to stand rapidly, and landed on his knees. Without warning he started crying. "Where'd Frank go?" After everyone settled down Gerard looked to where Frank was supposed to be then turned to Billy. "Uh... He just said he needed, and then he didn't finish his sentence." "Oh... Do you think he's okay?" "I'm not really sure. Honestly Gee Love, I don’t think so." Gerard frowned and looked around. He spotted Kody and was going to signal him over, but he saw that he was busy celebrating with Kyle. Gerard sighed then nibbled on his bottom lip. "I'll go check on him. I'll be right back, okay?" Gerard leaned over and kissed Billy on the cheek. M. was heading into the tent and passed Gerard. "Hey Gee, I think the main bathroom is occupied, but you can use my private one." M. kissed him on the cheek and went to join his table. Gerard assumed it was Frank M. was talking about. He pulled open the French doors and immediately his eyes landed on the man. He was on the ground, and Gerard couldn't see what he was doing exactly so he stepped closer. "Frank?" Gerard asked quietly. "Shit!" Frank quickly wiped his eyes and stood up. "Hey Geeeerard. Sorry, I just hit the table on the way to the bathroom, and you know shins." Gerard stepped around so that he was facing Frank. He looked the older man in the eyes, and it looked as if he had been crying. "Are... Are you okay?" He didn't buy his story. There was another reason why he had been on the floor. "Yeah of course! My little girl just got married, I am ecstatic!" Frank smiled the most genuine smile possible. "Great speech by the way. Unfortunately, I think Kody kind of stole the limelight a bit." Gerard searched Frank's face for something else, but right now he was doing a good job hiding it. "Yeah... That's Kody for you. He's captivating." "Well, since you're okay... I'm gonna head back to Billy. He's waiting up for me... It was nice talking to you Frank. See you around?" "Yeah sure, I mean our families are pretty much one now right?" Gerard headed toward the door, and Frank called after him. Gerard turned around. "I'm glad you're happy. You deserve it." "Y-yeah, thanks... Bye Frank." Gerard smiled weakly and headed back out. Outside Gerard spotted Billy talking with Kyle, looking and admiring the engagement ring. Gerard's smile widened as he approached the two men. "Hey Billy." Gerard giggled as Kyle was dragged away by Kody. Once the two boys were gone, Gerard pulled the older man into a kiss as soon as he got his attention. Billy kissed back instantly, and Gerard couldn't help it... In that moment... Frank was still on his mind. "So did you find out what was wrong with Frank?" Gerard furrowed his brow together and he shook his head. "No. He didn't say. I don't think he really wanted to talk about it... Well, not with me at least." "Gee..." Billy looked into Gerard's eyes, and saw the concern. ”Go find Kat Love, I will be right back." Billy watched Gerard walk off. He went in the House and saw Frank in the kitchen through the buffet window. "Hey Frank, you got a minute?" Frank turned around and waved to him. Billy went into the kitchen, and grabbed a few random hors d'oeuvres. "So man, our boys huh?" "Yeah, crazy shit." "Did you know, because I did not." "No, apparently the only one that knew was Gee... I mean Gerard." "Frank... you don't have to do that." "Yeah, I do. He's yours now. I just hope you treat him better than I did." "You treated him fine, you just made one mistake, and..." "Yeah? Well my one fucking mistake cost me my fucking marriage!" "Believe me I understand that." "At least you got the second chance though, don’t blow it man." "Hey guys, has anyone seen, oh Hey Frankie!" Tommy walked in and went to the fridge. "The wedding was nice, thanks for inviting me." "No problem Tommy, you're a good friend of Gerard's, and..." Tommy squatted down in order to keep his skirt down. Too late, Frank saw what he was trying to hide, and he raised his eyebrows. "Tommy you were returned?" Tommy blushed and covered his legs quickly. "Uh, yeah, I... I was just not what he wanted and..." "Why not, you're a sweet kid?!" "Yeah, well he was looking for something to rough up, and after what happened to Gee... M. is more careful with us by checking up on us." Frank had to take a step back. The memory came flooding back of how long it took for Gerard to come back. They made it through all that and... "Oh God, Tommy, I really fucked it up." "What Frankie, what? Oh man! I'm sorry, I did not mean to bring up the rape..." "Wait what!? When was Gerard raped?" Frank did not want to talk about this, but if Gerard chose Billy, he needed to know. Very quickly he told of what happened, and how he was kidnapped, tortured then rescued. "Wow, I don’t think I could have handled that." "It hurt so much to see him like that. The rehab was months. Hell each time we had sex... sorry." "No it's fine." "Wait, Frankie, aren’t you... oh, oh!" "Yeah, Tommy so keep it under your skirt okay?" Frank tried to make a joke, but his eyes betrayed him. "Excuse me guys, Frank good convo." "Sure, I guess." Billy left and headed back to find Gerard. This was wrong, all wrong and he needed to fix it, but first he had to find something out." Billy saw Gerard talking to the other bridesmaids. "Hey Gee, can I talk to you?" Gerard looked up at Billy and he nodded. "Yeah, sure... What is it?" Billy led Gerard away to one of the garden benches. He offered Gerard a seat then sat down with him. "So I ran into this guy Tommy, and he mentioned something that I was very surprised at." Gerard blinked dumbfounded. "H-huh?" "Um... Well he mentioned that you had a run in with an ex of yours, or rather a family member of theirs." Gerard blinked again and then wiped his hands down his face. "Oh... Um, that." He took a deep breath and looked Billy in his eyes. "What else did Tommy say?" "Well it was not Tommy that spoke about it when I asked, it was Frank. He said you went through a lot, and your recovery was not easy. He said that even sex was difficult. Of course he worried that he was going to bother me, but I assured him that it was all right." Billy took Gerard's hand. "So tell me Gee, how was your recovery... And don’t hold back please?" Gerard adverted his eyes to the rosebush across from them as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. "I... I don't. I don't know where to start." That time in his life was so fucking dark. He couldn't even feel when he talked about it. He was so numb. Almost like Scot and Kent ripped his soul right out of him. "What was it like for Frank to see you like that?" Gerard froze. He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. "He... He..." Gerard took himself back to when Frank had found him. It was all too blurry for him to remember... But he can see his husband’s eyes. He can see the fear and pain... And guilt. He knew Frank blamed himself for what happened... He knew Frank tore himself apart. "He was there for me... He's the reason I'm alive today. He loved me even when I was broken." "That's important isn't it? To be there when someone is not at their best." Gerard turned to face Billy. He squeezed the older man’s hand and nodded stiffly. "I didn't ask for that to happen. I didn't want Frank to see me like that. I didn't want him to have to sacrifice his... His well being just to help pick up my pieces." Gerard can feel his cheek sting. He can feel every mark a man has left on his body burn. "I would love to be there for him, Billy. I would. But this is what he chose." "Did he? If I remember correctly Gee, you never tried to talk to him once. In fact I believe today is the first time you have seen him since last year." Gerard removed his hand from Billy's grip as if he had been scathed by fire. "You're not allowed to defend him." He pointed at Billy, meaning it has a threat. "You're both wrong. You both... You hurt me. You're not allowed to pin anything on me. If Frank really wanted to see me he would have found me somehow... Just like how he found me when I was being raped." Gerard stood up abruptly and fixed his crumpled dress. "What did you two even talk about, huh? Did he congratulate you? Did he shake your hand, and say 'he belongs to you now. Take good care of him'? Did he?" Gerard was pretty sure he was overreacting, but to be perfectly honest... He had every right to. "Well you know your husband better than I would. Is that something that he would say? Could he let you go so easily? I mean you were his property right?" Gerard finally managed to get his dress down, and he was now completely focused on Billy. "He liked to remind everyone. It's not a mystery." "I heard he was very protective of you. He beat up several guys who messed with you, including M." Gerard pushed his hands to his hips and gnawed down on his bottom lip. "Y-yeah... But..." Gerard trailed off and took a deep breath. "He hurt me... Way more than all those other men. More than you, more than Bert, and more than Scot... He actually cared." Gerard was ready to head off. He didn't want to talk about his life anymore. He just wanted to move forward. He didn't want to keep crash landing into the past. It was all so fucking pointless. He was sick of it. Suddenly Frank appeared a little ways away. He was talking to Tommy, and had an arm slung around his waist. They stopped, and Frank reached up and placed a hand on Tommy's face, caressing it lightly. Billy watched Gerard's reaction as Frank took the boy in his arms and hugged him softly. Billy saw the pain in Gerard's body language. He got up, walked over to Gerard, and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Gee, stop. You still love him. You need to stop being so stubborn, and work this out. Don’t do to him, what I did to you. Don’t throw away the best thing that ever happened to you." Frank let go of Tommy and ruffled his hair. He then headed to the parking lot. Gerard looked up at Billy intensely and brought his arms around his shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere..." He whispered in the older man’s ear. "Now... Do you want me or not?" He lifted his leg until his knee was pressed against Billy's crotch. "Because... You can... If you want. I know where we could go." "Really now..." Billy slid and hand down Gerard's hip to his ass. He pressed his hand to the middle to squeeze one cheek. He heard Gerard gasp as he pulled him in closer. "So eager aren't we my Love? Well then, if you really can't wait till we get home, lead the way." Gerard anxiously took Billy's hand, and started to lead him through the backyard towards the french doors that took them inside. The cool air hit him in the face, and he was suddenly lightheaded. The door to his old bedroom was becoming closer and closer. When they were finally standing in front of it, Gerard tiptoed and grabbed the key from the top of the door frame. He quickly and quietly unlocked the door then stepped in. "Lock it behind you." Billy did as he was asked then he grabbed Gerard by the waist, and spun him so he was against the door. He pushed his thigh between his legs right after he lifted the dress partly. Gerard moaned into his shoulder. He slid a hand up the back of his dress, and slowly pulled the zipper down. "Strip for me baby. Let me see everything you have to offer me." Billy stepped away from Gerard, who looked completely debauched. He sat back on the bed, and gave Gerard his full attention. Gerard's eyes were intense, and his hands were slightly shaking as he started to slip his dress down. "Slowly?" "Oh yeah baby, nice and slow." "Like this?" Gerard teased, slipping the dress further and further down his body. Billy watched as the dress was removed, and his corset and pure white stockings were revelaed with garter belt and light blue panties. He looked amazing. "Come to the end of the bed, and crawl to me." Gerard slowly made his way to the end of the bed, and when he pressed his knee down the top of it sank a bit. He started to crawl over to Billy like a feline on the prowl... His head still slightly tipped down, but his eyes on his prize. Gerard can see Billy was excited. He can see it through his pants. His hand was on Billy's thigh now, trailing up to his bulge ever so teasingly. "It's your turn to strip." Gerard licked his lips. "Uh uh, I am staying just like this my little lap kitten. Now come straddle me so I can drive you crazy." Billy did not wait for Gerard's answer. He pulled him into his lap, and bucked up hard into his erection. He grabbed Gerard by his sides, and fingered his panties, which were apparently held together by a tied string. /p> "Easy access huh?" Gerard forced a laugh and shrugged his shoulders playfully. "It's comfortable this way... But I'm glad you like it." Billy pulled on the string then pulled away the cloth, revealing Gerard's weeping cock. "Oh yes, I like it a lot." Billy pushed Gerard over, and climbed on top of him. He kissed him hard and rough as he undid his belt and shimmied his pants down. His jacket and tie were pulled off next. Billy then shoved two fingers in Gerard's mouth. "Suck it bitch, get them nice and wet for me." He sucked cooperatively on the older man’s digits, bobbing his head up and down. His heart rate was picking up now. He was going to go all the way with Billy (again). This was it... He was finally forgetting Frank. Frank... Gerard repeated the man’s name in his head at least three or four times. He knew if he went through with this there was definitely going to be no more Frank in his life. Billy pulled his fingers out then reached down and slowly pushed them into Gerard. Gerard gasped and released a little shriek. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. "I-it's been a while... Please be gentle." He choked a bit towards the end of his request, but he's not sure Billy heard the distress. Billy eased his fingers in and out of Gerard, making him shake and pant each time he brushed that spot inside. Gerard was moaning, and falling apart as he was stretched and prepared. "You look so fucking beautiful right now coming apart like that. Now I want you to fucking ride me baby." The words hit Gerard like a ton of bricks. He heard them before. He could not stop the memory that came with them. "You look so fucking beautiful right now coming apart like that. Now I want you to fucking ride me baby." Gerard snapped out of his haze and nodded. He bit down on his bottom lip. Frank could see that he wanted to be in charge right now. He wanted to pin his husband to the mattress, and take all of him, hard, fast, and so fucking rough. Frank watched as Gerard pulled away from his fingers and hovered over his cock. He stroked it a few times, and made Frank buck up into his hands. Gerard laughed at this then positioned himself perfectly over, and in one swift motion, dropped down in one stroke, taking the entire shaft in. "Fucking hell Gerard!" Gerard sat up straight and planted his hands on Frank’s chest. He apparently aimed perfectly in the first try. "Babe, oh, god, you're on my spot." He mewled, tossing his head back in ecstasy. He clenched his jaw and ground his teeth as he leaned forward and rose up from Frank’s lap then sunk down, smoothly. Frank thrusted up just as Gerard came down, and they both moaned out in unison. Frank knew that this was the perfect position to graze and tease Gerard in. He wiggled around until every stroke was just casually brushing his prostate without hitting it full on. He knew that Gerard would not last long with this kind of teasing, but honestly, he was not going to either. Gerard was tight and warm around his cock and all he wanted to do was fill his wife up right now. "Ah ah ah, not gonna, fuck, last much *pant* longer Gee." Billy pulled his fingers out, and scooted back to the headboard again. His cock was erect and waiting, and Gerard blinked hard, looking at what Billy had to offer. He whimpered quietly, and started to sit up. Gerard crawled over to the older man, pressing his hands on his shoulders as he straddles him. The feel of Billy maneuvering his hand on his cock, searching for his hole, makes his head spin. Gerard took a deep breath, still trembling when Billy found his opening. The head of his cock pressed against it, tempting to push in. That's when Gerard released a choked sob just in time. He buried his face against the older man’s shoulder and started to cry. "I... I can't. I can't." Gerard choked, his weight crashing down against Billy's body. Billy cradled Gerard to his chest. He made sure that his cock was not interfering. He had a feeling that this was not going to work out, but he could not have explained it to the younger man. "See silly boy? You still love him." Gerard sobbed loudly and nodded against Billy's shoulder. "I do... S-so fucking much, Billy. You have no idea." "Yeah I do, that is why I have these." Billy reached for his jacket and pulled out a small velvet bag from the inside pocket. He held Gerard's hand open, and poured out the contents. The pink and black diamonds sparkled in the room light. Gerard gasped quietly and looked at the rings. "... My rings. Billy... Fuck, I feel so fucking stupid." He closed his hand into a fist around the rings. "I... I thought I was doing the right thing, but you were right. I was making a big mistake." Billy took the rings and slipped them on Gerard's left hand. "Now get dressed, and go get your man." Billy eased Gerard off him and did up his pants. He grabbed his jacket and tie and hung them on his shoulder. Billy then looked at Gerard who had an expression of concern for him framed his face. "No worries about me Gee Love, I will be fine." Billy took one last look at Gerard, and his amazingly barely dressed figure then closed the door. Gerard sniffled quietly to himself as he dressed. He realized he sort of just broke up with Billy even though they really hadn't even been dating in the first place. Gerard climbed out of bed with that in thought. No, they weren't together... He was too busy pining for Frank. So it wasn't possible. He and Billy were never possible and yet he gave him hope. Gerard pressed his hand against the door, leaning against it as he used his other hand to pull his dress on. He felt better though... Better that Billy understood, and even knew he wouldn't go through with it. Gerard rushed out of the bedroom quickly, as if he were Cinderella and midnight chimed. He made his way, scurrying to the parking lot where he last saw Frank heading. He was holding onto his dress, bunching it up so he wouldn't trip over it. "FRANK!" He screamed when the older man finally came into view. He was waving down Lou, and thank goodness he wasn't gone yet. He must've been talking and gotten pre occupied. Fate... Gerard decided it was. /p> ”Everything alright Sir?” Frank thought he heard something, but he dismissed it. He climbed into the car after speaking to Louis. "Home please Louis, I need to get out of this gay boy's monkey suit." "I think you look fetching Sir." Frank sighed and looked down at his wedding ring, realizing that it will be coming off today. "No fetching enough I guess." > Louis nods and climbs into the driver’s side. He starts up the car and leaves the parking lot. His mind is on stopping and getting his boss a cup of good coffee. He is so preoccupied that he does not see the woman in blue waving to him in his rearview. The gate opens for him and Louis drives off. "Fuck!" Gerard hollered, watching Frank's car speed down the road. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" He couldn't believe he missed him. He was so close. Almost immediately he started to look around frantically, searching for someone who was able to give him a ride. He spotted Billy and Destiny making their way to the family car, and Gerard waved at them, shouting the older man’s name. "Billy, I missed him... C-Can you drop me off at my old house? I'll give you directions." "Easy Gee love, easy. Stop and breathe first." "What does Gege mean daddy?" "Ah sweetheart, you are going to find that out when you get older, love is not always as easy as we think. Sometimes you have to lose someone to realize how much you really love them." "Yeah, like you and Gege right?" "Yes sweetheart, but sometimes that person is already in love with someone else, but they do not realize it." Destiny looked over at Gerard. "Does that mean I won't see you anymore again?" Gerard's heart broke for the billionth time in his life, and he pulled Destiny into a hug. "We can still see each other, Des. Whenever you want... I'm not even sure Frank's going to want me back. After everything I put him through. But no what matter what happens I'll always have you, and all my other kids. I'm not gonna disappear again. I promise." Destiny sniffed then looked up at Gerard. "Well he would be crazy not to want you back, but we will never know unless we try right?" "Yeah, you're right... I have to try. I'll regret it for the rest of my life if I don't." Gerard turned to Billy and smiled weakly at him. "So will you help me?" "Of course Gee Love, but we are going to have a hell of a time getting across town. I just heard on the radio that traffic is murder." Adam and Stephan came over and hopped in the back seat with Destiny as Gerard got in the front. They left the estate, and made their way into town. Sure enough there was construction that was not there when they first arrived, and the three lanes were down to one. This was going to take forever. * * * "You are a miracle Louis." "Nah boss, I just got connections when it comes to blue collar workers." "Yeah well whatever it was, we managed to avoid that cluster fuck without any problems." "Will you be needing me anymore today?" "Not for a couple of hours. My flight does not leave until late tonight." "You gonna be alright Frank?" "Hey, you called me Frank." "Yeah I did." "No, but that is all right. I will manage again." Louis tipped his hat to Frank as he exited the car and went into the house. Now with his daughter married, his son engaged, and his... Wife happy with another, he was truly alone. *ring ring* "Iero Residence." "How was the wedding?" "It was nice Greta, really nice." * * * Honking and the sound of tires screeching was the soundtrack to Gerard's anxiety. He just wanted all the cars to part like the Red Sea, but no matter how many times he pictures it happening in his head it wasn't going to happen in real life. "The traffic is making me anxious." Gerard pounded his head on the headrest three times. "I can't take this." Billy reached over and touched his thigh to still him. It was not a suggestive touch, but a calming familiar one. "Gee Love, relax, we will get you there, no worries." But he was worried, worried about what Frank was going to do now that he... Gerard did not even want to think about that. "Look, why don’t you try to call him? Call him at home." Gerard picked up his cell and began to dial. * * * ”He is wonderful. He treats her well." "Are we still talking about Kat or Gerard?" Frank marveled at how much Greta remembered of their conversation last month. "I don’t know, people change and they grow apart or... They make stupid mistakes and regret them..." "Do you think it was a mistake marrying him?" "My mistake was mistreating him with my temper. Now I am paying for it, but he should not have to." "Frankie, you were always hard on yourself. You have a temper, it is just part of you and you can’t help protecting the ones you love. I am not saying what you did was right, but you should not be this hard on yourself." "Perhaps Greta, perhaps." "So when does your flight leave?" ”Eleven, so I figured I would take a nap before I had to pack.” ”Think it is the right thing to do?” ”Yeah, I’m tired, and need to get away.” ”Are you sure giving him the papers is the right thing to do?” ”Greta, it’s over. I have to accept it and move on. He is happy with Billy.” ”Alright Frankie, well I hope you have a safe flight.” ”You too Greta, enjoy your honeymoon.” ”Bye Frankie.” ”Bye Greta.” * * * Gerard waited for Frank to answer, but the line sounded busy. "He's not answering." "He could be on with a client. I would not worry and look, the traffic is starting to clear up, we can make good time now." Gerard took a deep breath and dropped his phone in his lap. "I hope so..." He didn't know why, but he was so nervous. He was scared. And then it dawned on him. This is how Frank must've been feeling... For the past ten months. "He probably hates me. This is a huge mistake. Maybe we should just turn around." It was his nerves kicking now. "Gege, you need to stop it right now! Stop talking like that. Mr. Iero loves you. He just has not seen you for a long time so he does not know what your heart looks like." Gerard allowed that to sink in. It was true, but he couldn't believe it. If he were Frank he would have a hard time trusting anyone. "I... Okay, you're right. Sorry. I'm just so scared." "Good, now step on it dad, we have a marriage to save!" "Yes Ma'am!" Everyone laughed and it lightened the mood. They were now on their way once again. * * * Frank climbed the stairs to his room. He walked in and looked at the bed he had avoided for months. The sheets were still the same as they were when he was last there. Slowly Frank undid his tie and slipped off his coat. He put his foot up and undid his laces. He unbuckled his pants and pulled them off. Standing there in socks, boxers, and his button down, he hung the suit up. Frank undid his shirt and tossed it in the hamper then headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower and to think. * * * It's one after the other. Red light after red light, and Gerard's losing his patience. He squeezes Billy's hand that's been resting on his knee for most of the ride, and he's thankful for that.The gesture is helping him through his anxiety. "We're close... Just make a left after this light." Billy makes the turn, and Gerard mentally yelps when the huge manor comes into view. The whole front of the house is extremely dark, except for the gate lights that were needed for the security cameras. "This is it..." Gerard panted, pushing his hand through his hair frantically. "Oh god, I think I'm gonna be sick." * * * Frank is exhausted by the time he stepped out of the hot shower. It relaxed his muscles, but did nothing to relax his mind. He looked at the bed again, and he really needs to strip the sheets. He crawls to the corner and begins to remove the pillowcases. When he does he gets a waft of Gerard's perfume. It was still in the case from that last day. He picked up the pillow and breathed in deeply. He lay his head down on it and snuggled into it. Frank turned on the TV to have some kind of background noise and the DVD player started up. Frank had not watched a DVD in… Well months, back when Gerard was here. When the screen came to life, he saw himself and Gerard. It was a DVD that they had made the year before. Frank settled into the bed to watch a part of his life that no longer existed. He sighed and pulled the covers over himself, forgetting about the towel around his waist. He promised himself only a few moments to reminisce about what he does not have anymore. Just a few moments. Just a few zzzzzzzz. Gerard was saying goodbye to Billy and the kids now. They had gotten through the gates after Gerard gave Billy the code, and now they were parked in front of the building. He grabbed Billy's hand and gave it one last squeeze. "Thank you, Billy... For everything." "You've gone through so much for me, and I'll be forever grateful." "Gee Love, you deserve to be happy, you really do and remember we have a wedding to plan now." Billy leaned in to give Gerard one last kiss before reaching across and opening the door. "Go get your man back." "Bye Gege, remember I am going to hold you to your promise." "Of course, sweetie. I'll see you all soon. Bye... I love you." Gerard said and received a bunch of 'I love you too' back. They left on that note, and Gerard turned around to face the house. He took a deep breath then started for the front door. He knocked on it gently and waited for an answer. Gerard turned the knob after waiting for a few minutes, and noticed the door was unlocked. He pulled open the door and stepped inside. "Frank..." He called out, flicking on the foyer light. The chandelier lit up the whole area, and Gerard stared at it, smiling weakly. He missed this beautiful house. Gerard started for the staircase after one last glance around, and went upstairs when he received no response from Frank. He was most likely in the bedroom, and Gerard made sure to be extra quiet because he could be sleeping. Gerard slowly pushed open the door and spotted his husband in bed. Frank was cuddled into his sheets, sleeping soundly. Gerard smiled to himself and stepped into the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him. "Frankie..." Not being able to control himself, Gerard climbed into bed, slowly and quietly. When he completely climbed into bed he gazed over Frank's face, and he had to contain himself from attacking him with kisses. He settled for a peck to his cheek and waited to see if he'd react. Frank snuggled further into the sheets, gripping the pillow softly. Faintly Gerard heard a noise that sounded like his voice. When he looked up he noticed that the television was on. It was from a trip that they took the year before for the kid’s birthday. They went on a cruise to the Bahamas. "No Frankie, you'll ruin my makeup!" "I'm gonna do that later on anyway so..." "Ewww Dad, come on." "Sorry Kat, I'm just speaking the truth." "What you do in your cabin is your business." "Actually Kat, I think it was the business of the next two cabin's down too." Gerard squawked and hit Frank playfully. Frank laughed and wrapped his arms around him as he pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Kody, who was manning the camera at the time, zoomed in on them as they pulled away and leaned their foreheads together. They sighed and the look in their eyes was pure adoration. Gerard continued to stare at the television set. His eyes were slightly watery now and he was close to crying like a baby. He felt like such a jerk... Everyone was right. He was so stupid to have left this. Gerard turned his attention back to his husband and sniffled. "I love you so much..." He lay down and pressed his head gently on the man’s chest. Frank rolled over and placed an arm around Gerard and pulled him in. The man's eyes were still closed, but his breathing had changed and he sighed a little. The scene on the TV changed. "Come on baby, just let me see!" "No! I gained weight again!" "I promise you Gee, you look as beautiful as when I first laid eyes on you." "See! I was like twenty pounds more back then!" "Gee, if you don’t come out, I am coming in after you!" Oh alright, no need to get bitchy." An off camera sigh was heard and Gerard walked out. No sound was heard from Frank and Gerard was biting his lip. "It's that bad huh?" Gerard turned to go back in the room when the camera hit the floor at a weird angle and all that was heard was scuffling and moaning as the lens caught their feet. Well Frank's feet, since Gerard's left the scene as Frank's pants pooled around his ankles. "Fuck Frankie, harder please!" The screen went black after that. Gerard looked at the TV then looked at Frank. He sighed and pressed his fingers through Frank's fringe. Between the video playing and lying in bed with his husband he felt like they never separated... Like he never left. He felt awful. The screen came to life again, and this time it was Gerard, Frank, and Spencer. Pete's voice was in the background. "Come on why not? Frankie has one!" "No Pete, we are not making a sex tape!" "Besides, Gerard and I did that for the hanky code." "So, I will go get a pink hanky and." "Pete, cut it out or I will not let Frank suck you off for a month." The sound of Pete falling into the chair, and the camera dangling at an awkward angle was added to the giggling of Gerard and Spencer. Before the scene faded out Frank's voice was heard. "Don’t I get a say in any of this?" Gerard giggled at the video and snuggled closer against Frank. That day was so much fun, and he wished he could go back... Before the separation. Another scene showed up along with the low battery sign. This time Gerard recognized the hall they had their fourth anniversary in. Frank looked amazing in his suit, and Gerard in the simple matching dress. They danced slowly in each other’s arms. The whispers of the kids behind the camera could not be made out, but they were there. The song ended and Frank and Gerard kissed. Then the battery died on the camera and the video ended. Gerard sighed and closed his eyes as soon as the video ended. "I love you, Frankie." He whispered to the sleeping man. He could feel himself drifting off. Sleep was washing over him, and he allowed it to. Hopefully in the morning when he wakes up he and Frank can rekindle their love. It's all he wants. * * * Frank woke up with a feeling he had not had in a long time, comfort. He opened his eyes and saw the light from his bedroom window. Frank had not slept there since... Frank sighed then felt a weight on his chest. He looked over and blinked. Gerard. Frank blinked again, he had to be dreaming. He looked and saw that Gerard was still in the dress from the wedding. He looked like a sleeping fairy tale creature. Frank reached up and caressed his cheek. He murmured in his sleep and snuggled closer. "Gee?" Gerard blinked his eyes open slowly when he heard his name. "M'uh...?" Gerard croaked. He looked up and saw Frank staring down at him. "F-Frankie." He quickly pushed himself up and fixed his dress that had been riding all bunched up. He knew he probably looked like a train wreck, and Frank was probably wondering why the hell he was in bed with him. "I-I'm sorry... I had Billy drop me off last night, and the door was unlocked so I came in." He explained before Frank could ask. "Gee... am I dreaming? I mean are you really here?" Frank rubbed his eyes and sat up. Gerard was there standing in their bedroom still in the dress from the wedding. Still beautiful. Still... "Why are you here? I mean, not that, I mean, aren't you with Billy and..." Frank was really confused now. He was sure that when he saw Gerard earlier today he had not had his rings on, but now he did. "Gee, your rings..." Gerard looked down at his hand and then back up at Frank. "I thought I was with him too... But I wasn't entirely. He knew that I still loved you and he held onto my rings until I finally realized it." "Gee... you can't be. I saw the two of you. He made you happy. I am sure that you have been happy these last months, I mean the pictures said it all." Frank wondered if he should have even mentioned them, but he decided fuck it. "Pictures?" "What pictures? We haven't taken any pictures together... Billy's too camera shy even if I wanted to." What the hell was Frank talking about? He had to know. Frank sighs and motions for Gerard to follow him. He walks next door to his Study. The desk is a wreck because he threw himself into his work after he got the pictures to try and forget everything. He dug to the bottom of the pile of papers, and under the desk blotter. Frank pulled out the manila envelope that still had the evil Santa Clause grinning at him on it. He opened the clasp, and rather than pull the pictures out, he handed the envelope to Gerard. "These were delivered to me on Christmas day." Gerard pulled out the photos and the first thing he sees is the bottom of his red velvet dress. He knows what the pictures are of before he even pulls them out. "Who the hell..." He trailed off, completely pulling the pictures out of the envelope. "Who sent these to you?" He started to look through the small stack. There were about eight and as he looked through them he watched as they became more intense. The last photo was of his leg, up against Billy's crotch and Billy's hand was near his thigh, going into his dress. He looked at the outside if the envelope, there was no return address. Gerard cringed and shook his head in disappointment. "My brother had to have done this for sure..." Gerard could practically smell Mikey's sickly sweet perfume over all of the photos as he went through them. "What a fucking bitch." Frank ran his hands through his hair. It was much longer than when Gerard was around. He was also aware that he had gained some decent weight from eating poorly and not caring for himself. Frank looked at Gerard who was concentrating on the pictures, and realized how beautiful he really was... And how he did not deserve him anymore. "Anyway, it is obvious that you are happy with him, and I only want you to be happy so I just accepted that you were his now, and well..." Frank pulled the papers out from under the mess that he was working on last month. "All you have to do is sign and you are free to marry him." Gerard was taken back. "What? Are you serious!?" Gerard was appalled as he looked at the papers. "Frank, I came here because I want to be with you. Even my ex saw that. Billy and I aren't even together... We didn't even..." He was searching for the right words. He didn't want to put any more images in Frank's head. "We didn't have anything romantic... He was just there for me. He was nice enough to let me even live in his house for as long as I did. I kissed him because I confused my gratitude for love. You have to understand that." "Wait... That was more than a kiss you had going on in that picture. Are you telling me you guys did nothing else? Nothing Gerard?" Frank could not believe it. They were together for over nine months. There was no way Gerard went that long without something. He had a huge sexual appetite. Even Frank could not keep up with him sometimes. Gerard looked down and sighed. "We, um... We did a few things, but we never, ya know... Went all the way. Last night we were close to actually doing it, but I couldn't. I kept thinking about you." "You were thinking of me? Why? You had everything you ever wanted finally. Why did you waste it thinking of me? I'm no good for you Gerard. Just sign the papers. It's the best thing for all of us... I gotta piss." Frank left the room and headed to the bathroom. He walked in, but didn't bother with the door. He crossed to the toilet and connected with the water. When he was done he flushed and washed his hands. Frank looked in the mirror and was disgusted by what he saw. He was no longer worthy of Gerard and he knew it. He felt grubby after sleeping in the dirty sheets, even though they smelled like Gerard, and needed another shower. Gerard ripped the papers in half and dropped them on the table. He didn't need them and he wanted Frank to understand that. "Stop pretending you aren't happy to have me back. I know you don't want to sign those papers, and I know I don't want to sign those papers." Gerard raised his voice as he headed towards the bathroom. He entered and saw Frank looking at himself in the mirror. Gerard saw that Frank gained weight, but he did not care. "Please just stop making it so hard for us to mend this. I'm where I wanna be." "Gerard you don't know what you are talking about." Frank walked to the shower stall. "I am no good for you. You have a chance at a clean break and you need to take it. You can have whatever you want. It says so in the papers. I will have Louis bring the car around while you get it all together. Trust me this is better for both of us. Those kids need you, our... Mine are all grown up and almost both married. Time for you to live the life that you des..." Frank did not get to finish the sentence because Gerard was in his face within seconds, and hand was connecting with his cheek. "Stop saying that! Just stop it! I'm not signing anything!" Frank grabbed at Gerard's shoulders and pushed him against the wall of the shower between the shower heads. He growled in his face as he felt the heat from Gerard's hand rise on his skin. "You don’t understand! I am too fucking dangerous for you to be around! What if I hurt you again?! Fuck, I am hurting you now! Do you really want this kind of life Gerard!?" Gerard looked into Frank's eyes as he searched for his words. "Do you think you're going to hurt me again?" Frank pushed away from Gerard and went to lean against the other shower wall. "I don’t know Gerard! I didn’t think I was capable of hurting you ever, but I did!" He threw his hands in the air and ran his fingers through his hair, gripping it tight. "I know I cannot hurt you if you are not in my life, and if that is the way to keep you safe then I will do so." "Frank." Gerard reached out to touch his husbands shoulder. "I know you won't hurt me again. I think you've learned... Those months I've been gone. I know you beat yourself up for that." "I, I , I..." Frank didn’t know what to do. He covered his face and slid down the wall to the shower floor. "So, I forgive... And I want to be with you. Only you." Gerard got down to his knees in front of his husband and crawled into his lap. "I love you, Frankie." "Gerard..." Frank carefully circled his arms around Gerard's waist. He took a shaky breath and let it out and ha hugged him. "Do you love me?" Gerard nuzzled his nose against the crook of Frank's neck. "I do, I love you so much Gerard that I can't bear the thought of living without you." Gerard pressed his hands against the back of Frank's head, and raked his nails through his greasy hair. "I'm with you... I'm here. And you don't have to live without me, because I'm staying." Frank began to cry and could not stop. He buried his face in Gerard's shoulder and hid. Gerard remained pressed against Frank like that, on the floor of the shower stall and in his lap. It was quiet, except for the sound of Frank's weak cries and Gerard couldn't contain himself. He began to cry himself, silently. "W-we should get off the floor." Gerard sniffled, crawling out of Frank’s lap. Which was really hard for him to do, because he didn't want to. Gerard was standing now, sticking his hand out for Frank to take. "Can you stand?" Frank batted Gerard's hand away and reached up to use the stall bar, but he missed and gripped the shower knobs instead. Suddenly cold water came pouring out of all three heads soaking them. Frank heard Gerard scream from the rush of cold water and saw him lose his balance in his stockings. Frank reached out to catch him and they both collapsed on the floor of the shower stall with the water pounding down on them. Frank looked up at Gerard above him and could not help, but laugh. "Fuck Gee, how the hell? Only us man, only us." Gerard laughed, shivering slightly and pushed his hands through his wet hair. "Not very graceful, are we?" He shot Frank a coy smile as he batted his lashes at him. Frank reached up and pushed Gerard’s hair out of his eyes. He caressed his cheek. "I missed you so much Gee. So fucking much." Frank reached up and turned the hot water on so that the temperature evened out. He then circled his arms around Gerard and pulled him down into a kiss. Gerard smiled against Frank's lips, kissing him with the same amount of passion he was receiving. He wanted Frank to feel it. To feel that they were both equally in love. Frank felt the towel getting soaked as the water continued to pour over them. He had forgotten that it was all he was wearing the whole time. Meanwhile he reached up and pulled the zipper down on Gerard's gown, exposing more of his milk white chest. He latched onto his shoulder, and licked and sucked as the water cascaded off it. "Fuck Gee, I forgot how good you taste, how good you feel." Gerard moaned contently, and pressed himself down against Frank's actions and praise. The butterflies he felt last night before he entered the house were coming back, and his head was spinning from the emotional overload. His dress came off, with Franks help, and now he was left in his undergarments. Frank forgot how good Gerard looked. He pushed Gerard off and encouraged him to stand. Frank got up quickly on his knees, and ran his hands all over Gerard's hips and stockinged legs. He reached up and mouthed at his satin sealed cock, sucking on it through the fabric. Frank pushed Gerard against the wall to steady him and hold him in place as he disconnected the suspenders of the garter belt then pulled his underwear down. He took Gerard's cock in his mouth, allowing the swelling of it to fill his throat. He lavished it with his tongue and pulled off enough to suck on the head and play with his slit before going back down to the base. Gerard's jaw dropped and his hands went straight into Frank’s hair. "F-fuck." He gasped loudly, trying not to look at his husband blowing him. He would cum too soon if he sneaked a peek down at him. This is what Gerard had missed. He missed being this close to Frank... And he definitely missed Frank's wet, warm mouth on his cock. "Oh, fuck, I fucking missed this." He murmured, tossing his head back, causing it to pound against the shower walls. Frank could not stop touching Gerard. He traced all his curves and the lines of his body. He pushed the stockings down and took off the garter belt. He wanted to feel nothing but skin under his hands. Using the spit falling from his mouth he slicked up his fingers and then slowly worked one inside of Gerard. He was really tight. Tighter than he was when they met. He could not believe that Gerard had not even fingered himself in all that time. It made Frank want him to feel good. Better than he had in a long time. Gerard loosens the grip he had on Frank's hair as he grinds down on his finger, taking it further. He heard Frank say something, but just as he did his spot was found, and his hearing went out the window. "Oh! Fuckfuckfuck." He cried out and shot a lustful glance down at his husband. "More." Gerard begged, grinding down to feel that spark again. Frank looked up at the lust craze in Gerard's eyes, and he pushed another finger in. He apparently still had perfect aim because he found his prostate right away. He teased Gerard by lightly brushing over it and he sucked hard on his cock. He wanted to make Gerard explode in his mouth. Frank moved to three fingers and now he put all the pressure on that spot, and he started to move quickly up and down the shaft. Gerard gasped. One... Two... Three times and that was it. He came without warning, and slumped against the shower wall, breathing in and out harshly as Frank swallowed every last drop of him. Frank stood up and trapped Gerard between two of the shower heads. He kissed, licked, and sucked on his neck moving up to his jaw and then his lips. "Missed the taste of you so much." Gerard mewled and whimpered against Frank, and pushed his hand on his shoulder to keep himself upright. "Y-you too... I missed everything about you. I can't believe it took me so long to come back. I'm such an idiot." "No Gee, I'm the idiot for not realizing what I had." Frank lifted Gerard's leg up and placed it around his waist. He could tell that Gerard could not get the grip he used to on his hipbones, and it made him a little sad, but he was determined to show Gerard how he felt. He angled himself, making room for his newly added stomach, and pushed slowly inside of him. Gerard gasped for the hundredth time, and lightly scraped his nails on Frank’s shoulder before he could respond. "Yesssss." He breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. The burn was there. It was unavoidable... He hadn't had sex in so long, but the pleasure was also there, too. It was overcoming the pain because it was Frank who was inside of him, and he could never make it feel bad. Once Frank was all the way inside he did not want to move. It felt so right, so perfect. It felt like coming home. He pushed into Gerard's arms and kissed him slowly, passionately, and with the longing that he had felt all these months. Gerard began to whimper and Frank pulled out a little then pushed back in. He did this again, moving into slow easy strokes. Frank wanted this to last as long as possible. Gerard was tight around his cock and it felt so good. Gerard could feel himself getting hard again as Frank moved in and out of him. He couldn't stop himself from whimpering and moaning, but he also didn't want to stop. He didn't ever want this moment to end. Frank was delirious. All his senses were heightened. He could feel every part of the inside of Gerard as he slid in and out of him. He needed more though. He needed to make Gerard beg and plead for him. He needed to hear those sweet sounds dripping from his mouth and tongue, which he was currently sucking on. He reached down and hoisted Gerard's other leg off the ground and around him. He used his massive center of gravity to hold him against the wall and he started to move faster and fuck him harder. He reached under and played with his balls tugging on them lightly as he traced a nail over his perineum. Gerard's was just as sensitive and just as responsive as he always was. Gerard was panting now. He wrapped his arms around Frank's shoulders and screamed out his name. "H-harder, Frankie, harder." He pressed his head against the shower wall, and fisted his hand in his husbands hair roughly. Multiple orgasms washed over him as Frank complied. One after the other... He could feel that he was going to cum again soon. Gerard was tightening up around him as he pounded into him hard and fast. Frank could still not believe that he was inside his wife again. His wife. He moved faster and even harder as he pinned Gerard to the wall with all his body weight. "Fuuuck Gee, feel so fucking good. Gonna fill you up so much. Gonna have it dripping out of you when you try and walk for the next month." Gerard trembled at Frank's declaration and nodded frantically. "Yesssss, please, Frankie. F-fuck... I need it." He was close. So fucking close. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" Gerard rasped, squeezing onto Frank's shoulder for dear life. Frank rams into him a few more times, deep and hard and it causes him to tense up and jerk his hips up simultaneously as he cums all over himself. Feeling Gerard tighten up and spill again for the second time pushed Frank over the edge. With a shout of his wife’s name he slams into him and he cums for the first time since last summer. This of course takes everything out of his legs, and he actually loses his balance and falls to the shower floor, taking Gerard with him. The rapidly cooling water begins to wash away the lust and cum down the drain. Frank pants hard and looks up at Gerard. He is a mess, looking debauched and fucked out. "My God you are fucking beautiful." Gerard smiled weakly at Frank and pulled him into a soft and gentle kiss. "I love you, you handsome devil." Frank found his strength and scooped Gerard up after turning off the water. He carries him out of the stall and the bathroom back to the bedroom. Frank lays Gerard down on the bed as he grabs a few towels and begins to carefully dry him off. He then pulls back the covers, and watches as Gerard snuggles into the sheets. Frank dries himself off then climbs into bed with him. "Never again baby, Never again do I want to be apart from you." "Never again." Gerard repeats back, cuddling against Frank. He wanted to just stay in bed with his husband all day... Stare at him, touch him and bask in his presence. Frank drifted off with Gerard's head on his chest and his heart back where it belonged. ***** Before The Loss ***** Chapter Summary This will not be over quickly. You will not enjoy it. Chapter Notes One more to go! Thank you all for taking this crazy journey with ***Digdeepenough*** and I! We will give proper thank yous in the notes of the final chapter, but now onto this one! So the summery is not a joke. This was not an easy chapter to write. Not as bad as The chapter with Kent and Scot, but along that level. There will be no pictures and no send off before the drama begins. Mikey's life is falling apart. He has been found out by his husband for his infidelity...what it a girl to do? Why take out the trash of course. See the end of the chapter for more notes ***Mikey*** Mikey was bored. Usually Johnny came around at this time, but Mikey had not seen Johnny all day. He thought that was strange, but shrugged it off. He dressed for dinner and headed downstairs. ”Sweetheart?" Mikey was surprised when Stan was not waiting for him in the dining room as usual. Mikey walked into the den, and found Stan sitting in front of the fireplace. He had a lit cigar in his hand. ”Sweetheart, you know you are not supposed to smoke. The doctor said it was not good with your heart condition, and…” ”How long?” ”How long what love?” ”How long have you been sleeping with him?” Mikey stilled. What had Stan found out? Who was he talking about? Was it Daddy or Brendon? He decided to play dumb. ”Honey, I don’t know what you are talking about.” Stan stood up and looked at Mikey. The look in his eyes was filled with sadness, tinged with anger. ”Please do not lie to me Michael.” ”I’m not Stany I swear!” ”So then he lied to me?” ”Who? Who are you talking about? ”You know very well who I am talking about Michael.” Mikey was starting to get agitated. ”No I don’t! I don’t appreciate you making me answer all these questions in riddles either!” ”You will not raise your voice to me young lady!” ”Oh yeah, why not? What are you going to do about it?” Mikey was not ready for the slap. The sting knocked him to the ground. Stan towered over him shaking his fist. Mikey had never seen him like this before. ”Ten years Michael! Ten years, and he was one of my most loyal and trusted servants!” Now Mikey realized who he was talking about. He almost laughed about it. Instead he continued to cower, formulating a plan in his head. ”That is the first time I have ever had to dismiss a servant for sleeping with my wife!” ”I’m sorry Stan… I don’t know what came over me.” ”You are lucky that it only happened once.” ”I…” "Marianna saw Johnny coming out of your room in the middle of the night. The bastard was pulling up his zipper for Christ sakes. No shame at all. Naturally she told me as soon as she could, and I dismissed him immediately. Now what do you have to say for yourself?” So that was the bitch that ratted him out. He would handle that in a moment, but right now the wheels clicked into place as to what to do with Stan. ”*sigh* I don’t know what to say Stan. It was a moment of weakness that I never felt before. Look, why don’t I fix us a drink and we can sit and talk about this like civil adults?” ”Fine, but don't think you are not getting some kind of punishment for this.” ”Oh course not. I will be right back.” Mikey heads to the kitchen and the liquor cabinet. His mind is racing, putting all the details together. He pulls out the vodka and blue curaco. He then goes to the cabinet and finds the pineapple juice and a can of coconut cream. Next to the fridge for the cherries, and finally under the sink for the Drano. He tosses the ingredients in the blender and whirls it to life. He pours out one for himself then adds the Drano to the remainder. Mikey mixes that and adds it to Stan’s drink. He adds an extra cherry to his own so he knows which one is his. Finished with his preparations, Mikey carries the drinks back into the room. ”Here Stan, I made you something special.” ***Stan*** Stan cannot help but smile when he sees the drink in his wife’s hand. He knows he should be angry, but when he is handed the Blue Hawaiian. It reminded him of their tenth anniversary when they, along with Howard, went to the islands. Howard had business anyway and offered to fly them. The sun had gotten to him on that trip and Mikey had spent time with him till he would fall asleep and then Howard would be kind enough to take him sightseeing. He often wondered why Brendon never came on the trips, but he never questioned. He offers a seat to Mikey then settles into his own. He takes a sip of the drink and sighs. There is a little after taste, but he shrugs it off. After all Mikey is a professional wife, not bartender. Of course he would not make a perfect drink. Stan watches as Mikey delicately sips his drink. There is silence between them as they drink. He wonders if he should speak first, but his stomach is not feeling too well. Probably all the agitation, and the cigar did not help. He still continued to drink because Mikey kept going. He figured that the alcohol may make the conversation easier for the much younger man. Stan was nearly half done with his drink, and his stomach was getting worse. It was a good thing that he did not eat dinner yet. Mikey looked up at him and smiled. ”Something wrong sweetheart?” ”Just a little stomach ache, that’s all.” ”Oh, well the coconut milk in the drink will coat and ease it I am sure.” Stan smiled and took another drink. He was down to a quarter of the glass, and now his throat began to burn a little. It started with just a tingle at first, but now he started to cough and it was really irritated. He coughed one hard one and blood spat from his mouth. ”Well that’s not good is it?” "Michael, I think something is really wrong with me.” ”Mmmm, yeah, looks like your throat is really in bad shape huh? Finish your drink, the cold ice will soothe it.” It made some sense, so Stan did just that, except that it did not work for long because he brought it right back up along with blood and now bile. ”Michael, I think I need to go to the hospital.” ”Okay, I will call 911.” Michael goes to retrieve his phone as the pain hits Stan hard, and he curls up into a ball. Mikey returns with the phone. ”Are they on their *groan* way?” ”Hmmm, oh no, I did not call them.” Stan looked up at his wife. ”Why? *cough cough* W-W-Why not?’ ”Because silly Stany, if I call them you'll go to the hospital. Then they would figure out that you have been poisoned, and that just won’t do. After, I get arrested, and it is just a bigger mess to clean up. This way I can take care of your body on my own, and no one would be the wiser.” Stan shook his head as he coughed up more blood. This was not happening to him. His sweet wife of fifteen years was trying to kill him. ”W-W-W-Why?” ”Why? Oh Stany, you must know that I am not in love with you. I have not loved you, ever. It was all about my freedom and being the perfect wife. Then it was about the money and the lifestyle. Oh and you were so stupid. You didn't even realize I was fucking my best friend, and getting fucked by his husband. Plus Johnny for the last eight years. Not to mention all the random men I let fuck me in clubs and bars. I mean, you got lucky that you never got anything from them because I never used any protection. I just did not give a shit.” Stan could feel his stomach turning inward now. His throat was raw with whatever poison Mikey had used. It had burned holes into the areas it had touched. The blood was starting to flow more freely back into his stomach where he would vomit it back up again, irritating it even more. Stan knew he was going to die and no one was going to save him. He looked up at his beautiful wife, trying to find the boy he fell in love with fifteen years ago. Now all he saw was the succubus. The venomous monster that stood there in his place. That was the last thing that Stan saw as his body wracked with pain, and he gasped his last breath in this world. ***Mikey*** Mikey watched Stan riddled with pain. It felt good to tell him his true feelings as he watched the pitiful man that he called husband die before him in agony. He then left the room, dialing his phone. *ring ring* ”Howard Residence.” ”Hey Daddy, is Brendon around?” ”Not at the moment, is there anything I can do for you My Mikey?” Mikey giggled as Daddy used his little nickname. ”Mmmm maybe. I’ve kind of been a bad girl, and need to be punished.” ”Well then, why don’t you come over and tell Daddy all about it? ”I think I can do that, give me a little time to get ready.” ”You can have all the time in the world My Mikey.” Mikey hung up with Daddy then went into the kitchen. He went to the cutlery and chose a decent sized knife. He would get ready for Daddy in a few minutes, but first he had to take care of a nosy bitch. ***Jepha*** Jepha was fixing himself a drink when the doorbell rang. ”Now announcing the arrival of Mrs. Claymore.” Jepha smiled and made a second drink. He brought it into the living room where Mikey was waiting for him. He looked breathtaking as always, and Jepha knew he had dressed just for him. He handed his guest a glass and kissed him softly. Mikey sat down and took a dainty sip. He was so much more feminine than Brendon. Sometimes Jepha wished that he had found Mikey first, but knowing all the stuff that the boy got up to, he is glad that he is part of that and not the one being snuck around on. ”So what did my naughty girl do now?” ”I’ve been a bad bad girl Daddy. I had to defend myself against my mean old husband.” ”Stan, what did he do to you?” Mikey turned his face a little and Jepha saw a hand print across Mikey’s cheek. ”He hit you?” ”Uh huh.” ”Oh, my poor baby, come here to Daddy.” Mikey crossed to him and settled on his lap. He buried his face in his neck. Jepha quietly stroked his back. ”Tell me about it.” ”He found out about Johnny and I.” ”Oh man, uh anyone else?” Jepha was not stupid. He knew what would happen if they got caught, but Mikey shook his head. ”No, just Johnny and he thought it was just once.” ”Mmmm so what did you do to defend yourself?” ”Let’s just say that Stan is never going to touch me again.” ”Oh man baby I am so sorry.” Mikey nuzzled further into Jepha’s lap, and he could feel his cock beginning to stir from the pressure. ”Take care of me Daddy?” ”Of course My Mikey.” Jepha picked Mikey up and carried him up the stairs to his bedroom. He lay him on the bed and began to slowly strip him of his clothing. ”Even more beautiful now My Mikey.” Mikey blushed and it ran the course of his body. Jepha removed his clothing and then climbed on top of the younger man. He kissed him deeply and felt Mikey’s leg wrap around him, pulling their cocks together. He moaned along with Mikey at the wonderful feeling. ”I want you on top. Want to watch you ride my cock.” ”Anything for you Daddy.” * * * ***Brendon*** ”I'm just going to go straight home now, Max." Brendon climbed into the car. His driver bowed at him as he shut the door. His favorite shop was being renovated and that pissed him off because he was actually looking forward to doing a little self shopping. Now that he couldn't, he mentally crossed that off of his to-do list. Going home and doing a few chores was all that he had left on his list. The whole car ride he sulked. When the manor came to view he whined and got out of the car once it was in park. He slammed the door shut behind him and hurried up the walkway, still angry about having to be home so early in the day. At least Daddy would be home... Hopefully not too busy with work. Brendon closed the front door behind him and walked through the house, sighing glumly to himself. "I'm home." Brendon called out into the silence. He didn't expect a response. Even if Daddy did hear him he would wait until Brendon found him to properly respond to him. Entering the kitchen, Brendon grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and a carton of ice cream from the freezer. He drank most of the water and had a few spoonfuls of ice cream. Once he felt satisfied he put everything away and cleaned up his mess. Daddy must be in the bedroom, Brendon thought to himself as he started going up stairs. He's finally in front of his bedroom door and before he pushed it open he hears moaning... Daddy moaning, but not just him. The other voice was familiar. So familiar and he was scared to discover who it was... Even though he already had a clue. He listened to the moaning for what felt like an eternity. When he finally built up the courage, he pushed the door open and saw his husband in bed with his best friend. ”Mikey…” He wanted to say something more than a whisper, but he was in shock. So instead he backed out without a word and dashed into the spare bedroom down the hall. ***Mikey & Brendon*** Mikey was enjoying himself. This was the perfect thing to take his mind off of his now deceased husband. He wondered what he should do to the body. He would have asked for Johnny's help, but since that is the reason that Stan ceased to breathe anymore, it was a moot point. He was jolted out of his thoughts by a particularly hard upward thrust by Daddy. He answered by grinding down against it, and making the older man gasp out. He loved that he had that control. Mikey opened his eyes and looked down, but saw that Daddy was looking towards the door. "Well it seems we are not alone anymore." "Shit Brendon, why didn't you say something?!" "I just did Love." "I gotta go fix this quick!" "Oh no, first you have to fix me My Mikey." Daddy gripped his hips and thrust up hard and fast straight hitting his prostate every time. Mikey cried out and dug his nails into Daddy's chest as he bucked and came without being touched. Daddy then spilled hot and long into Mikey. Mikey collapsed against Daddy's chest panting for air. Daddy chuckled and patted his thigh. "Now you can go." Mikey shakily got to his feet, cum slipping out of him, and wrapped himself in one of Brendon's robes. He walked to the door and looked back at Daddy, who was striking a match and lighting a cigar. He smirked at Mikey, winking at him, and Mikey left the room. He walked down the hall to Brendon's room. He took a deep breath and knocked. "Brendon?" Brendon couldn't decide whether he should answer Mikey's call. Here he was, torn. He couldn't understand why his best friend was sleeping with his husband. He wanted to know why he did it. So he decided to answer. "What?" "Can I come in please?" Without a response Brendon pulled open the bedroom door and stepped aside. He looked over at his 'best friend's' appearance, and noticed there was a bruise forming on his face. The only explanation Brendon can come up with is Mikey and Daddy must've been rough with one another. Mikey hugged his arms around him tightly rubbing them, he had to come up with a good excuse. He noticed that Brendon was looking at where Stan had slapped him and he internally smiled. "I had a fight with Stan. He accused he of sleeping with my personal servant." Mikey walked to the bed and sat down on the end lightly, turning his knees inward and staring at the rug. "I told him it was not true and he called he a liar and a slut then he he he, he hit me." Brendon double took and literally gasped, but he didn't make an effort to console the other man. The whole thing just didn't sound right. Realizing that, Brendon gave Mikey another look over and crossed his arms over his chest. "So that meant you just had to come all the way to my house and ruin my marriage?" Now Mikey looked up and his eyes were full of tears and shame. "No, I came to talk to you about it and you were not here. Jepha offered to talk to me and I was crying and he was holding me and then... he kissed me and... I was just so upset, I did not stop him. l I thought maybe Stan was right and that I was a slut. Maybe your husband could see that, and just decided to use me how I was best suited." Brendon frowned and allowed his arms to drop to his sides. He took a deep breath and shook his head. "Mikey..." He hoped his friend was telling the truth. He wanted to believe he was the victim in all of this. Brendon hoped he was right. "I should've known Jepha would do something like that. I see the way he looks at the other housewives... Especially you. I'm sorry." Brendon pulled his friend into a hug and rubbed his back. He can feel the man’s spine and it made him cringe a little bit. Mikey once again smirked, Brendon was so easy. Now he just needed to really smooth everything over. He pulled away from Brendon and smiled shyly. "Hey Bren, I really need to forget everything right now. Jepha said that he was going out, how about we cook some liquid fun up and get fucked up ourselves. Then you can help me get this bad taste out of my mouth because you know I would always rather taste you instead my love." Mikey leaned in and nipped at Brendon's jaw lightly. Brendon didn't feel like getting high, but now that he understood what Mikey's been through he couldn't turn him down. He nodded apprehensively against his friend's intimate actions. "S-sure Mikey. Whatever'll make you feel better." * * * Mikey watched Brendon fill the last syringe with heroin and put it aside. All together there were four of them. In the dish was the dregs that were too potent to shoot up with safely. Brendon was always careful to leave them alone. Mikey wondered just once what a high like that would be like. He watched as Brendon picked up two of the syringes and walked over to the bed. Mikey already had his arm tied off with the rubber tubing. Brendon felt for the vein and them carefully pushed the needle into his skin while slowly pressing the stopper. The rush of warmth trickled into his body and he sighed. Once his was empty, Brendon picked up the second one and injected it in his own tied off arm. He crawled on the bed with Mikey and propped them against the pillows as the drug began to take effect. "Thanks Bren." "Any time, Mikey." Brendon smiled weakly at his friend. He was still upset with the man, but he knew he could never hold a grudge against him. Not even for 5 minutes. There was just something about him. His smart talk, his aura... Whatever it was Brendon was hooked. Mikey was like heroin. "Mmmm, so good." Mikey slid back against the headboard. He was feeling the effects of the drug fully now. He opened his eyes a little and smiled at his best friend. "Come cuddle with me Brendolin my love." Brendon scooted closer to Mikey and wrapped his arm around him. They snuggled up together comfortably. "So..what's going to happen between you and Stan?" ”Ah him, well, I always told Stany to not trust anyone with his drinks, but you know Stan, he never listens...well now he never has to again." Mikey chuckled to himself kissing the top of Brendon's head. "I love you Brendon, so much and soon, soon we can be together and happy, well once I take care of my loving sibling like I did that nosy bitch that ratted me out." Brendon tensed up after Mikey finished his sentence. He looked at his expression and saw that he looked content. The smile on his face was scaring Brendon. "W-What?" "Yeah, soon when Stan and Gee are, ha ha ha, sleeping together, then I will finally be free and I can have everything I have always wanted, which includes you of course." Mikey lifted Brendon's chin and stroked it lightly. "You are so beautiful Brendolin. Come here." Mikey pulled Brendon forward and kissed him. Brendon pulled away slowly and looked into Mikey's eyes. There was nothing there. Nothing human. "Uh... Y-yeah, okay." Brendon sat up slowly and climbed out of bed. "I'll be right back, Mikey. I've gottah use the bathroom." Mikey's eyes went quickly from out of focus to sharp. "I'll come with you. I have cottonmouth and could use a drink of water." "Don't worry about it I'll get it for you. You don't have to get out of bed." Brendon started to slip away and Mikey grabbed his wrist. "OH, but I don't mind, you know?" Brendon stood still and looked into his friend's intense eyes. Did he know? He must've figured it out... "Mikey. It's fine. I can do it." He wanted to be released and leave the bedroom so he could warn Gerard. He wanted to warn everyone if he could. He yanked his hand free from his friend, and circled his wrist with his fingers, easing the pain Mikey just caused him. "I'll be right back, okay?" He started to back out of the bedroom now. Mikey got off the bed a little disorientated from the drugs, but still sharp enough to know Brendon was not on his side right now. He walked after the young man, closing in as they moved into the hallway. They moved past Jepha's room and then the bathroom. "Brendon, you just passed the bathroom. You really did not have to use it did you? Where were you going Bren? Going to tell on me to Daddy? Going to warn my brother?" "N-no! Mikey, your water. I was going to get your water first." He was standing in front of the staircase now, looking down before he turned to face his deranged friend. He'd realized, in that moment, standing where he was had been a terrible idea. He couldn't try to move, because then Mikey would know Brendon was terrified of him. "Brendon, you understand why I did it right? I mean, you are on my side right?" Mikey looked at him searching for that love that he could trust, and saw nothing but deceit. At that moment he knew he was alone in his quest to free himself from his burdens. Mikey reached over to caress Brendon's cheek, and he flinched causing him to lose his footing on the top stair. Mikey reached out and grabbed his hand to stop him from falling. Brendon thought he had fallen. He thought Mikey was going to let him drop. He wished Mikey hadn't grabbed him, now he has to endure this a little longer. It was tragic. The irony was laughable. He didn't know what to say. He stared Mikey in his face and shook his head, his eyes begging for him to not hurt anyone else... Not him. "Don't." He whispered, staring into the dead, drug laced eyes of his friend. His former friend. His grip was suddenly loosening, slippery and futile. "Please." "Sorry Brendolin, but if you are not with me then you are against me." It was a cliché thing to say, but Mikey did not give a fuck. He let go and watched as Brendon tumbled down the stairs ass over teakettle, and land at the bottom at a weird angle. Mikey sighed and walked down the stairs to check on him. The way his arm was twisted told him that it was clearly broken. He stepped over him and picked up his coat. "You were a good fuck Brendon, but you were an idiot. How did you miss my fucking coat when you walked past the couch?" Mikey took off the robe he was wearing and stretched. He could still feel the burn from Daddy's cock inside him along with the slickness of his cum. He sighed. He would miss it, but he doubted that he would ever be able to fuck Daddy again after he becomes a widow. Still it might be possible. It is not unheard of for two widows to console each other. "Maybe this will have a happy ending after all... Well not for you or Gee, and if Frankie does not cooperate, well he will be another casualty like poor Stan." Mikey finished getting dressed and he ran back up the stairs. He grabbed his drug paraphilia then looked at the potent left overs. He picked up the two used syringes and filled them up with the dangerous liquid. He looked at the milky substance and smiled. "Maybe this will get Frankie to cooperate more." Mikey bounded down the stairs and looked at Brendon again. His face was covered by his hair, but there was no life in him anymore. "Okay Brendon, I am off to kill my brother and possibly Frankie, but I will tell you a little secret." Mikey got on his knees and leaned in close to whisper in Brendon's ear. "I plan on fucking him first." He then got up and left the house. * * * ***Brendon*** Instinct: Arms up. Brendon fell silently, but definitely not painlessly. The fall itself felt like he had fallen into the depths of hell. He crashed to the bottom, arm twisted behind his back and his head pressed to the cold tiled floor. All that's running through his head is: How could he? He felt like a squashed bug. He couldn't move, but he knew better then to try. Especially with Mikey still around... Especially after the 'little secret'. Brendon heard the door slam, and shifted then cried out in agony. His arm was broken... It could've been worse. It could've been his neck. He managed to get himself up. Mikey was fucking sick and needed to be stopped. That was his motivation as he stumbled to his kitchen to use the phone. He needed to call Gerard. To warn him his brother was coming for him. "C'mon... C'mon..." Brendon breathed raggedly, pressing the buttons on the landline. "C'mon. C'mon!" He repeated, listening to the call go through. It rings once, twice. Then he receives a sound that indicates the line was busy. Brendon screamed and fell to the floor, dragging the phone with him until the cord flies out of the wall. Mikey won. ***Gerard*** Gerard was cooking. He'd been cooking for hours actually. Not because the meal was large or difficult for him to prepare. Firstly, he had been indecisive about what he should cook. Yesterday he made salmon with roasted veggies with a garlic paste. The day before they had homemade vegetarian sushi Gerard learned at a cooking class. Secondly, he may have had a glass or two of some really good wine. So, when he finally decided on vegetable meatloaf he still had to wait until his buzz wore off. He hummed to himself as he prepped dinner, smiling when he pulled open the oven and stuffed the tray inside. The smile faded when he heard the doorbell chime throughout the entire house. Who could that be? He exited the kitchen after he had wiped his hands clean on his apron and started for the front door. "I've got it Charlie!" Gerard shouted, rushing to answer the door before Charlie could even step away from whatever it was he was tending to. *ding dong* "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Gerard shouted, pulling the door open. "Ah... Mikey?" "Gee..." Mikey looked a mess. His hair was in all different directions. He had a large red mark on his face that looked like a handprint. His clothing was frayed, but mostly he looked really skinny and unhealthy. "Gee I..." Mikey started to fall forward. "Mikey!" Gerard screamed out, catching his brother before he could fall and hit the floor. "What happened? Oh my god, are you okay?" Gerard started to rush Mikey into his home. When they entered, he kicked the door closed and maneuvered his brother into the living room and onto the couch. "So tired... Stan hit... hungry... good girl..." Mikey was making no sense. His words were ragged. It was nothing for Gerard to place Mikey on the couch. He weighed less than Kat did with the baby. "Stan?" Gerard echoed. "Stan did what?" He looked over his brother's appearance thoroughly and frowned. What the fuck happened? "Stan... face... ran away..." Mikey held his cheek in his hand. It was starting to swell and he cradled it gently. Gerard sighed and put two and two together.. . "Mikey... I can't help you if you don't tell me..." He grabbed his brother's hands and held onto them tightly. "Did Stan hit you?" He got down on his knees and looked up into his brother's red, watery eyes. Mikey would not focus on Gerard. He looked right past him, but he slowly nodded his head. Gerard sighed again, louder this time and tipped his head down slightly. "Is there anything else... That he did? A-are you hurt? Did he...?" Gerard couldn't get the words out. He still had trouble with it... Saying it aloud. Mikey trembled and held his sleeve covered arm out. He slowly pushed up the cloth and revealed marks on his wrist and a dotted pattern on his arm. "He... addict... drug... hungry." Gerard gasped at the marks, and allowed his eyes to skim freely, without blinking. "Mikey... I. I don't know what to say. I... L-let me get you something to eat. Okay? Just stay here. I'll be right back." He jumped up quickly and let go of his brother's hands. Mikey then stood up quickly and pulled Gerard into a hug. It was weak, but Gerard could tell that it held all he had in him. "Thank you." Gerard was startled by the hug... He hesitated to wrap his arms around his younger brother. It had been a while since they'd been this close... Face to face even. He wished it had been under different circumstances."Y-you're welcome." He whispered, unwrapping his arms from around the fragile man. Mikey leaned in and kissed Gerard on the cheek then cracked a small smile that made his dry lips bleed a little. Gerard smiled back and turned to leave. Mikey took his hand and held it till the last minute even as Gerard's back was turned. Gerard felt the small weight of it and squeezed back, The next thing Gerard felt was a pain in his head as he fell to the floor. He heard six words before he succumbed to the darkness. "You never learn do you Gee?" ***Frank*** The house was dark. Frank got out of the car and looked at the building. Something felt wrong, but he shrugged it off. He was tired from meetings, and Louis needed the day off for family issues. Frank gave him the week off with pay. He walked up the steps to the door. He opened it and looked inside. There was a faint light coming from the dining room. That explained it. Gerard had lit candles. Relaxing a bit more and berating himself for his paranoia, he took his jacket off and announced his arrival. "Gee, I'm home!" No answer. Frank tried again. "Hey baby, where are you?" Still nothing. Frank hung his coat up and shook off the chill up his back. It was almost spring again, but still the winter chill was in the air. Frank did not think that was what caused his shiver though. He walked down the hall to the living room. Nothing strange there. He moved into the dining room and stopped short of the doorway. "Hello Frankie." It was Mikey. He was standing behind Gerard, who was tied to a chair, and had a knife to his throat. "Won't you join us for dinner?" Gerard looked into his husbands eyes. Confusion, shock and worry filled them. "Frank! Don't do anything he tells you." The knife pressed further into Gerard's throat. Frank could see the pink line from the pressure. Mikey continued to smile at Frank. "Oh but Gee, you made a lovely dinner for Frankie. I am sure he would not want to insult your cooking." Where Frank usually sat was a silver dome covered tray. Frank looked at it and then again at his wife. He was worried. Gerard whimpered loudly and tried not to swallow the lump in his throat. He didn't want to do anything that would make Mikey press the knife any closer to his throat... Any closer would mean dying. He said nothing else. He kept his mouth shut and kept his eyes glued on Frank. Mikey held his hand out and gestured at the seat. Frank pulled the chair out, and it scrapped on the floor. The sound echoed through the room and it filled the dead space. He sat down and reached over to open the dome. Underneath was a porterhouse steak. He looked at Mikey and then at Gerard. Gerard looked at Frank's expression as he stared down at the steak. "He made me, Frank. He made me make it." Mikey reached out and patted Gerard's shoulder mockingly. "Now now big brother. You did a great job, and I know that your loving husband here would not want to see your efforts go to waste." Frank looked at the steak. Sure he slipped up here and there. He might have gotten a pork egg roll by accident or slipped and ate chicken, but he had not touched beef in over ten years. Frank was not even sure if he could digest it. He looked at Mikey again and saw that he changed his grip on the knife. It was more lethal now. Frank did not want to see anything happen to Gerard so he picked up the knife and fork then cut into the meat on his plate. Gerard watched his husband cut the meat and he took a deep breath. "You don't have to eat it, Frankie. He can't make you." "Oh, but I can big brother... watch." Mikey lifted the knife to Gerard’s cheek and dragged the sharp tip down lightly. It made a shallow cut and a small trickle of blood accompanied it. Mikey then brought the knife to his face and licked it. "Now Frankie, unless you want me to cut up Gee instead, you WILL eat that whole steak. Oh and if you puke, you will eat that too." Frank was pissed now. Mikey hurt his Gee...his Gee. He cut into the meat and put the first piece in his mouth. Surprisingly it tasted the way he remembered, but he knew that it was better because Gerard made it. ***Gerard*** Gerard was trembling now, the cut on his cheek was stinging slightly. He wanted to do something... He wanted to be untied. "Mikey. I don't know why you're doing this, but untie me, please, we can talk things through." Gerard spoke, trying to hide the fear in his voice. Maybe Mikey would listen? Maybe he won't hurt them... But then again, maybe he will. Mikey looked at Gerard then tossed his head back in laughter. "Gee you are so amusing." He said nothing else, he just turned his attention back to Frank to make sure that he was still eating. The steak was slowly disappearing into Frank's body, and he was handling it all right. It was a bit salty and he was getting thirsty. Mikey looked at him like he knew and smirked. "What's a matter Frankie, Gee's cooking too salty for you? Need a drink?" A drink... "Mikey." Gerard tried again, this time louder and much more harsh. He didn't like where this was going. "Don't you fucking dare..." Gerard gritted his teeth and squirmed in his seat. "Now Gee, if Frankie is thirsty it would be wrong not to offer him a nice cool drink." Mikey turned around and picked up something from behind him. He stepped away from Gerard and placed a glass of blood red liquid in front of Frank. It had several kinds of fruit floating in it. Frank knew exactly what it was. "I am not drinking that." "Well then you are not getting anything else." "Mikey!" Gerard screamed, thrashing in his seat now. He was losing his fucking patience... and his temper. "Frank, don't do it." "Oh he is going to drink it or he will not make it through the next course." Mikey placed a bowl of rice in front of Frank and poured soy sauce onto it. He smiled as he handed Frank the chopsticks. "Itadakimasu Frankie." "Why are you doing this to us?!" Gerard shouted, squirming to get out of the restraints. "What did we do to you?!" Mikey turned around and gave Gerard the coldest stare . "What did you do to me? What did you do to me!? WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO TO ME!!??" Mikey stalked over to Gerard forgetting all about Frank, and shoved him hard enough to knock over the chair. "YOU FUCKING ABANDONED ME! YOU LEFT ME WITH THAT ABUSIVE FUCK WHO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME AND RAPED ME OVER AND OVER AGAIN TILL I RAN AWAY! THAT'S WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID TO ME AND I AM GOING TO PAY YOU BACK FOR IT BIG BROTHER IN FUCKING SPADES!!!" Mikey grabbed Gerard's hair and made him cry out in pain. Frank jumped out of the chair and tried to get to him, but Mikey pulled the knife on him. "Don't you even fucking think about it Frankie. You know what? This is getting boring. Let's move it upstairs where we can be more comfortable." Mikey began to drag Gerard by his hair, and Frank was scared that he was going to rip it out. Gerard screamed out in pain as Mikey nearly ripped his hair from his scalp. He didn't want to imagine what his brother meant by 'more comfortable'... He just hoped he would snap out of it soon. Frank couldn't even begin to understand why his brother blamed him for the rapes and horrible childhood. If he had stayed where he'd left Mikey the same would have happened to him, but it's not like he didn't get his share of abuse and rape. Gerard been in many situations where he'd been taken and forced sexually more times than his little brother and still, he wasn't as malicious as Mikey. "S-stop!" Gerard screamed when the pain started to become unbearable. "MIKEY! STOP!" ***Mixed POV*** Frank did not know what to do. Here was the love of his life being dragged by his hair by a man who is supposed to love him just as much. He could not take this. How much more would happen? "Mikey please stop... let me... I'll carry him." Mikey stopped and looked at Frank. He could tell that he was weighing the choice. "Hmmmm, I suppose you can, it would get us to the good part faster." Frank walked slowly over as Mikey used the knife to wave him forward. He started to untie Gerard rubbing his wrists where he fell on them. Gerard was whimpering for him, and it was breaking Frank's heart. Frank scooped him up in his arms and thought about how he would like to do this in other circumstances. Then he felt the knife at the back of his neck and he just started walking forward to the stairs. Gerard continued to whimper, all the way up the stairs until they were standing in front of the bedroom door. For once, he didn't want to go inside. "P-please, Mikey... D-don't do this." Mikey pressed the knife further into Frank's neck. There was no getting away from it. Frank walked into the room and placed Gerard on the floor, helping him to balance again. As he did so he looked into his wife’s eyes. "Sorry baby, I let you down." Gerard didn't know what was going to happen next... Knowing Mikey's state of mind he figured it would be something unpleasant. Most likely painful. "Mikey. We can talk this through. If you stop now we'll forgive you." Gerard spoke, looking at his brother then turning to look at his husband. "Right Frankie? We'll pretend this never happened?" Gerard could see the anger building in his husband’s eyes. There was no way he was going to let Mikey off the hook for this. Holding his temper was the hardest thing to do right now. He wanted to grab Mikey by the balls and fling him out the fucking window. The only thing keeping him from lunging was that god damn knife, and right now Mikey was walking up to Gerard with it again. "Oh I don’t think so big brother. You see, there is a lot more than the little story that I told you." Mikey pulled a small pouch out of his pocket and Frank froze. He knew what that was. He had one of his own. He started to back up. "Oh Frankie, what's the matter? Missing your own?" Mikey began to open the bag and reveal the kit that was inside. He loved the fear that he was instilling in Frank. The needle glistened as he pulled it from the slot and showed it to Gerard. "See dear brother, a smack addiction is so much easier to hide than that powder you shoved up your nose for years." The substance in Mikey's hands shattered Gerard's heart, and he swears he heard it breaking. He didn't want to be right about Mikey's addiction. He just wanted to pretend his brother was just as fucked up as he was so he didn't have to feel alone. Gerard didn't want this. He loves Mikey despite their differences and years of not speaking. "Mikey, I can help you. I can help you stop. Just please, please let us go." Gerard begged, trying to reason with his younger brother. He'd been in Mikey's position before. Smacked out of his mind to mask the pain and suffering. Using just to feel overwhelmed so nothing else would ever be too much for him. "I don't want to see you like this. I love you." Gerard started to cry now. The tears were sliding down his face, black and droopy because of his eye makeup. "Love me? You love me?" Mikey shoved the needle in Gerard's face. "If you truly loved me you would have protected me. You only give a shit about yourself Gerard, and I hate you for the happiness that you have achieved. I am going to take everything away from you. I tried to do it the nice way like I did with all your other husbands, but Frankie here would not cooperate. So instead, I am going to take you from him... In as many ways as I can." Mikey backed Gerard up to the bed and caused him to sit on it. He turned the needle so that it was in the correct position. "Give me your arm Gee." Gerard really started to panic now. He tensed up and started to shake his head frantically. "NO! Have you fucking lost it?!" He moved against the headboard of the bed and looked directly at Frank with watery eyes. Frank was lost. He wanted to help his wife so badly, but the needle... So many memories, and the worst part was that they were not all bad. He remembers being blissfully high with his friends and just relaxing. He longed for that feeling sometimes, and here it was. Then he thought of a way to save Gerard. "Mikey... here." Frank extended his arm out. "Frank, no... No, d-don't." Gerard stared, wide eyed now. What was Frank thinking? Mikey cornered Gerard as he tried to get to Frank. "Uh uh big brother. You are not going anywhere." Mikey crawled up to Gerard and pushed him against the headboard. He slid a finger down his chest and purred in his ear. "Now I cannot think of a reason to turn Frankie down for a party... Unless you can come up with a better one." Gerard furrowed his brow and slapped Mikey's hand away. "Stop... It. Keep your hands off of me. You aren't getting anything, and you're not giving my husband drugs. I'll..." He trailed off... What would he do? Was he willing to kill his brother for his husband? Was he even willing to kill anyone at all? "I'll... I won't let you." Mikey laughed again and pushed the needle under Gerard's chin. "Look Gee, it's either you or him, but someone is shooting up with me." Frank moved forward more. He would not let Gerard deal with this any longer. "Mikey, please, just leave Gerard alone. I'll take the needle." Just as Mikey turns to look at Frank... Gerard, without thinking of the consequences, shoves Mikey's hand away, causing him to drop the needle. "No one's fucking shooting up, okay?!" Gerard screamed and stomped on the needle before Mikey could save it. "Let's fucking talk about this! I don't want anybody getting hurt!" Mikey saw the crushed needle and lost it. He punched Gerard in the face hard, and pulled the knife back out, shoving it at Frank to get him to back up again. "Now you pissed me off Gee. See I was just going to make you and Frankie here have a good time with me, but you had to fucking ruin it like you ruin everything. You are just as bad as Stan, but he is not going to ruin anything for me anymore either." Frank's eyes went wide. "You killed him." Mikey did not even hide the smile. "That bastard will never lay a hand on me again." Gerard cradled his bleeding face and looked at his brother through his hair covering his eyes He didn't know what to say. There was no reasoning with Mikey now knowing he killed Stan. His own fucking husband. Now Frank knew that they were in trouble. Gerard met his gaze and they were on the same page. "Now now now, no private conversations. We are all family here so we should share. Hmm, well I already had a piece of Frankie here... And a delicious piece it was. Gee certainly had his share of Frank so now I guess the only thing left is for me to have a piece of..." Mikey left the name hanging in the air, but Frank and Gerard got the intent. This was going to happen, and Frank was powerless to stop it. "Oh and dear brother? I always have a backup just in case." Swiftly Mikey pulled out another needle and stabbed Gerard in the arm and pushed on the plunger. Gerard screamed out, letting go of his face. He gripped Mikey's hand and dug his nails into his skin as he tried to yank the needle away. Gerard fell against the wall as Mikey pulled the needle out, and stared at Frank in shock. He was gasping now, clutching onto his forearm and sliding down the wall, his eyelids suddenly feeling heavy. He wanted to say something, but his mouth was too dry, and the words were trapped in the back of his throat. All he could do is stare at Frank as the high hit him like a tidal wave. Frank lunged forward ready to kill Mikey, but he swung the needle towards him. "I still have enough in this syringe to fuck up an ex-addict like you so don’t even try it." Gerard was pliant now and Mikey was happy. He moved away from him since he was no longer a threat. Mikey walked up to Frank as he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket. "Now Frankie, where would you like to sit to enjoy the show? Would you like to be in the bleachers or have a ringside seat, hmmm?" Frank did not want to do either, but he felt that if he was closer he might find a way to stop him. Frank pointed to a chair close to the bed. Mikey motioned for him to sit and place his hands behind his back. Frank wanted to fight back, but seeing Gerard slumped in a coma like high was too much for him. He did what he was told and felt the cuffs tighten on his wrist. Mikey then walked around and straddled his lap. "See Frankie? See how much fun we could have had if you had just played ball in the hot tub? Now we have to get Gerard involved, but this could be fun you know. I mean I never thought of Gerard as a conquest, but hey, a hole is a hole right?" Gerard could still hear everything... He was just nodding off, but he was trying to force his eyes open. He slumped sideways and fell against the floor, his hair covering his face and his arms stretched out in front of him. He tried to push himself up, but he failed miserably. Fuck... Heroin is one hell of a drug. Mikey slid off of Frank's lap and moved over to Gerard. Mikey could see the fear in his eyes, but could care less. He got down on the ground and pulled Gerard to him. "Well now big brother, ready for the finale of your life?" He moved Gerard like he was a rag doll, and placed him in front of Frank. He ripped his shirt open and pushed him face down into the rug. He then pulled down the loose pants and discarded them. Now Gerard was nearly naked except for a simple pair of panties. Mikey caressed his bare thigh and draped himself over Gerard's back. He felt Gerard shudder in protest and he loved it. Gerard lifted his head off the floor with all the strength he could muster and looked up at Frank, clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth. His eyes were begging Frank to do something... Break loose and fucking do something, but he knew that was not possible in this situation. It wasn't going to happen "M-Mikey... Stop, p-please. Stop now." "Awww relax Gee, just imagine I am one of the nameless cocks you used to take up your ass when you were high and did not give a fuck. How about that boy from the hotel? Oh? You did not know that I knew Jacky boy? Yeah, he told me about your tight ass when we were getting high one night and I wondered if it was that tight. I guess I am going to find out huh?" Mikey ripped the panties off and pressed his still clothed cock against Gerard's now bare ass. He leaned over again and whispered in Gerard's ear. "I hope you can just take it... Of course you can, Scotty boy did not use any lube when he raped your ass did he? Well neither did our uncle on me, so you get none now." "F-fuck you." Gerard subconsciously jerked his head back, hitting Mikey against his chin and mouth. Mikey grabbed Gerard by the hair and yanked hard. "Stupid move big brother. I was going to use a little spit on my cock at least, but now you get nothing." Frank knew that Gerard had no idea that Mikey had opened his pants already and before Frank could call out the danger, the room was filled with the blood curdling scream that left Gerard's lungs as Mikey pushed in with one rough shove. His jaw locked and he had muscle spasms going up and down his arms and legs. He could only scream and try to crawl forward in order to lessen the pain, but it was futile. He could only feel pain. Burning, sharp pain. He wanted it to stop immediately. Frank pulled hard at the cuffs. He needed to break them even if he broke his wrists. "Mikey fucking stop! That's your brother!" "Yeah I know and he is a great fuck. Nice and tight, no wonder you two were always at it. It makes sense why Scot wanted him back. Man, I hope Billy got a piece of this too." Frank was in a rage now. That bastard mentioned that piece of shit Scot and Billy in the same sentence. Billy was a great guy, and Frank had gotten to know this over the last two years. "You shut the fuck up you little shit! I am going to kill you when I get out of this!" Mikey reached round and tugged hard on Gerard's cock. "I don’t think so Frankie. You just stay put or I will pull so hard on his cock that I will rip the thing right off!" Mikey yanked on it again just to prove a point. "Fuck no please, stop... Don't hurt him anymore than you already are." "Oh Frankie, I am not hurting him. He is loving it aren’t you Gee?" At that moment Mikey found Gerard's prostate. Gerard released a mind splitting scream and pressed his face against the floor. His body recoiled and his hands grabbed and reached out for Frank’s leg. He squeezed onto his husband’s calf and panted loudly. "S-stop... S-stop! No more! Mikey, p-p-please stop. Please." He begged for the billionth time even though he knew that it was futile. Mikey loved every second of this. He wasn't going to stop just because Gerard kept begging him. Frank could see that Mikey was getting lost in it now. His head fell back as he let go of Gerard's abused cock and gripped his hips with both hands. He dug his fingers into his hips and blood started to drip from the intensity of the nails pushing into the tender flesh. Frank knew that this was the opportunity if it was there. He looked down at Gerard clutching his calf and wiggled it to get his attention. With intent on not hurting himself he tried to communicate with Gerard to let him know that he was going to take care of this. He began to feel out the cuffs and see if he could slip out of them with one hand. The blood was helping in a sick slick way. He started to wiggle his hand back and forth to pull it through the cuff. Frank alternated between watching Mikey and reassuring Gerard as he worked. A pained groan slipped through Gerard's lips and he winced when Mikey started to go faster. Gerard continued to stare up at Frank with pleading eyes and furrowed brows. Much slower than he wanted the large part of his hand began to ease through the constricting metal. He lifted his other leg and gently, but awkwardly, caressed Gerard's arm. He wanted to let him know that he was making progress. He wished he could give him a smile, but that was impossible knowing the pain Gerard was enduring now. He took a chance and whispered. "Easy baby, it's okay. You are so brave right now. We are going to get out of this, I promise you." Frank looked up, but Mikey was lost in his own created world of ecstasy. All Gerard could do now was whimper and wait. The pain wasn't getting any less, and the idea of being stuck like this until his brother reached orgasm was making him nauseous. "Frank..." Gerard cried quietly. "Frankie, please. It hurts." "I know baby I know, I almost got it." Just a little bit more and Frank would be free. He knew if he rushed it that it might fuck up all the progress that he made thus far. He continued to sooth Gerard over and over again. Then finally his hand popped it out just as Mikey opened his eyes and looked at them. "Oh Gee, if you wanted Frank to join us, you just had to say so. Pull his cock out and start sucking it." "No Mikey he does not have to..." Mikey went to reach for Gerard's cock again, and Gerard surged up and started to open Frank's pants. This caused him to slide off of Mikey, and Mikey had to shuffle forward. He pushed back in hard and Gerard gripped Frank's pants He'd moved too quickly and suddenly felt a surge of vertigo. Surely, it was the drug's doing, but he still managed not to tip over and pass out from dizziness. Getting Frank's pants open hadn't been easy. His hands were trembling and they weren't functioning the way he wanted them to... Finally, when he managed to set his husband’s flaccid cock free, he did just as Mikey commanded him to and started to suck him off. In any other circumstance Frank would enjoy Gerard's mouth wrapped around him, but he had no want to even try and get hard. He hoped that Gerard realized it was not him. He needed to let Gerard know he had a hand free, but Mikey was too close now. Gerard pulled back quickly and gripped Frank’s thighs to keep him upright. He couldn't do it anymore. He felt too sick, like he was going to vomit. The situation was bad. "I c-can't." Gerard choked, letting his head hang. Frank looked up and saw that Mikey was entranced again. He took a big chance and brought his free hand up to lay it alongside Gerard's cheek. "It's okay baby." Gerard blinked up at Frank and nodded. He cringed when Mikey hit his spot again and buried his face in Frank's lap, moaning in pain. Frank needed to stop this, He did not want Mikey to hurt Gerard anymore, but how to get Gerard safely out of the way so he could fuck Mikey up? The knife was still a factor too Gerard was getting tired. So tired and it seemed like Mikey was going to climax soon. They were running out of time. "M-Mikey..." Mikey was close so fucking close. He was fully just using Gerard now, but he did not give a shit. His brother was tighter than Brendon ever could have been. Still, he knew something that could be better. He grabbed Gerard's hair and pulled him off of Frank's cock. Frank's cock was flaccid so he figured that Frank had cum already. "Turn around and suck me off. I wanna cum all over your face." Gerard cringed at the command and blinked up at his husband. His eyes were watery and his bottom lip trembling. Frank hung his head down so that Mikey could not see that he was communicating with Gerard with his eyes. He quickly conveyed for Gerard to lay low because Frank was about to make a move on Mikey to take him down. He just hoped that his wife picked up on the hint. "Awww, Frankie, what's a matter? Too much to see me making Gerard scream as much as you do?" Mikey pulled Gerard’s hair hard to get his attention. He picked up the knife on the rug and placed it under his neck again. "Now turn around or else." Gerard took a deep breath before he slowly turned around, blinking to hold back tears. "P-please, Mikey. D-don't hurt us anymore." Mikey looked at Gerard and smiled the most evil smile possible. He grabbed his hair again and shoved his cock down his throat hard. He knew he was choking him, but he did not give a shit. Mikey looked up at Frank who was looking at him with pure malice. Too bad he was tied up and could not help his poor wife. Mikey thought of the other syringe he had with the lethal dose of heroin in it. There was enough to kill Gerard and make sure that Frank cooperated. This night was just beginning, but Frank did not know that... yet. Gerard's face was wet with tears now and he was trying his best to not choke, which was near impossible. His throat closed up and he gagged, trying to lift his head out of Mikey's lap, but his brother had a good grip on his hair and kept him pressed down. This definitely wasn't mixing well with the drugs and he could feel his body begin to shake. Tremors rushed through him and his eyes slipped shut and started rolling into the back of his head. He pressed his hands to the floor and dug his nails into it for dear life. Frank saw that Gerard was heading into convulsions. He was not surprised that his body was fully rejecting the drug after being clean for so many years now. He needed to act faster. With no warning he leaped from the chair over Gerard and shoved Mikey hard in the chest. Gerard was able to push himself away from the commotion, but not too far away He gasped and cried and watched as his husband and brother struggled. He had no voice at the moment, but he really wanted to scream. He wanted to say something that would make them stop. Mikey was floored that Frank had gotten free. Still he had the upper hand because he had the knife. He flipped it over and shoved it towards Frank who was able to move quicker and avoid being slashed. "You fucking cocksucker!" Mikey lunged back at him and knocked him on his back. He straddled Frank and held him down while aiming the knife at his heart. Gerard saw the crazed look in his brother’s eyes as he held the knife to Frank and he fucking snapped. He jumped to his feet, despite how the drugs were making him feel, and grabbed Mikey's wrist. "No! Mikey, no!" He tried to twist the knife out of his hand. They battled for the blade, fingers and palms getting slashed in the process. It's all a blur for Gerard during the struggle... But when he blinks he sees his hand, gripping the handle of the knife, now attached to Mikey's sternum. "N-no...No. No... N-no." He immediately let go of the knife and stared down at Mikey in shock. Mikey fell back against the wall and reached up and touched the handle of the blade. It hurt more than he ever thought it could. He slid down to the floor and looked at Frank and Gerard. This was not supposed to happen... Or maybe it was. Frank was cradling Gerard in his arms as he looked on with horror at what happened. Yet here was his older brother moving out of his husband’s arms and coming to him. Mikey wondered how he could care about him right now. If he were Gerard he would have twisted the knife in further. "M-Mikey... I'm so sorry. I'm... I didn't mean to." He wept, grabbing his brother's hand and squeezing onto it tightly. "I'm s-sorry. Oh god, I'm so fucking sorry." Frank watched as Gerard cradled Mikey in his arms. He was frozen for moment with the love that he was witnessing his wife bestow on the brother that just tried to kill him and Frank. Once again this only reinforced Frank's love for this man. He snapped out of it and dialed 911. Mikey looked at Gerard and saw the genuine love that he had for him. Mikey had not seen that in a long time. He thought he drove it out of Gerard like it was driven out of him. "Hey Gee, do you remember when we were little. When mom and dad were still alive and we went to that amusement park?" Gerard shuddered at the memory he thought Mikey had forgotten about, and squeezed his eyes shut. He nodded stiffly and released a choked sob. "Y-yeah, Mikey. I do." He started to pet his younger brother's hair now, gently. "I was a little shit and would not listen that I was too young to ride Whip. It seems so tame now, but it was scary shit back then. You talked about how much fun it was, that I..." Mikey started to cough and found it harder to talk. At one point a little blood spotted his lips and he felt Gerard wipe them off. He needed to continue though, he wanted Gerard to know. "I wanted to be just like you and go on it. I got so sick and mom and dad yelled at me, but you didn't. You took care of me and cleaned me up and promised me that when I got older we would ride it together. That never happened though did it?" Gerard's bottom lip quivered as he shook his head. "Mikey... I shouldn't have you left you alone like I did. I should have protected you from... Him. Maybe if I had stayed he would have never done what he did. It should have been me." For the first time Mikey sees what Gerard has been saying all along. He really did not have a choice but to leave. That he did not do it out of the bitterness that Mikey forged all these years in his heart. Mikey starts to cry and the tears are real for the first time since he was sixteen. "No Gee, you did what you had to do. What happened to me... If you knew it would have turned out the way it did you never would have left. I am so sorry for everything that I put you through all these years. I love you and I want you *cough cough cough* to have a happy life with Frank. You... deserve... it." Gerard blinked hard, and tears started pouring out of his eyes. "That's all I ever wanted to hear you say... I love you so much, Mikey. S-so much." Gerard leaned down gently and planted a small peck on his brother’s lips. He pulled back and looked down at Mikey then over at Frank, tears streaming down his face. Frank closed his phone. He knew there was no need anymore. They would send the police of course, but even after everything was explained the end result was the same. Michael James Claymore was no more and Mikey Way was finally free. Chapter End Notes ***Trixgrl***Pick jaw up off floor. Get back into nest. I'm ok. You ok? Ok we're good. Phew. ***** Before The Happy Ending ***** Chapter Summary "They were no longer just 'House Wives'." Chapter Notes In August of 2013***Digdeepenough*** asked me to write a little story with her: Nene Joslyn: So excited, I will not lie! Digdeepenough: Lol! Yay! I'm glad you areeee Nene Joslyn: I never thought I would be good enough for someone to want to write with me! Digdeepenough: Oh stahp! You're amazing! Wait, I'm gonna send a prologue Nene Joslyn: sweet! Digdeepenough: I sent it Nene Joslyn: I just got it! Going to check it out! Digdeepenough: Yay! Ok cool lololol If you have any opinions or anything let me know. I think it should be changed a bit, but idk lol Nene Joslyn: Okay, so I finished and I am intrigued! So what is the full concept? Digdeepenough: Well, there's 2 ways to go with it 1. Gerard turns out to be insane 2. Frank turns out to be insane So far I have some of chapter 1 And Gerard's kind of perfect, but also very well rehearsed and manipulative Nene Joslyn: Okay, so give me the background of the idea. I mean I read the prolouge, which is meant to tease the reader, but what is your outline and background of the whole fic? That was how it started and here we are over a year later looking at the end of an amazing fic that fostered an amazing friendship. Everyone in the fic that played an important role in shaping Frank and Gerard's marriage comes back, even those you don't want to. You will laugh, cry, sigh, and hopefully smile as you read the final chapter of HouseWife. It has been an absolute pleasure writing this with my Geebear and no worries, this will not be the last fic that wwe work on together. ^-^ I love you Geebear. ^-^ See the end of the chapter for more notes ***Time Stamp: September 7th One Year Later*** ***Gerard*** Gerard couldn't see a thing. He could only hear and every time he let out a nervous chuckle Frank touched his knee and caressed him there. "Are we almost there?" Gerard bouncing in his seat a bit. He was so nervous. "Yes baby, be patient, I promise, we are almost there." Gerard shifted and scoffed, swatting at his husbands hand gently. "You said that already!" He couldn't contain the excitement building up inside of him. Surprises drove him crazy and every time he had to put the blindfold on he knew something good was about to happen. The anticipation was going to be the death of him. Gerard wondered how much longer it really was until they'd arrive. If he had known it was going to take so long he would have hiked his dress up and asked Frank to go down on him as a distraction. But sadly he knew it was probably too late for that. "AAAAAnd we are here!" Frank laughed at how Gerard tried to grope for the door handle in his state. "Easy baby, you are going to get hurt. Let me get the door for you." Frank got out of the car and crossed to the other side and opened the door for his wife. He took Gerard's hand and guided him out of the car. Unfortunately Gerard tripped a little and fell into Frank's arms. "I'll fall to my death before we get inside." Gerard clutched on Franks hand while his other moved through the air in front of him. He can hear Frank laughing as they entered the building and suddenly everything's quiet. Very quiet and Gerard's afraid to make a sound. "Frank... Can I take this off now?" "Not yet baby, just a little longer." Frank led Gerard up a few stairs. The sound of people eating was surrounding them, but they passed through them all and then it got quiet again. "Frank..." Gerard whispered quietly once silence surrounded them yet again. "Now?" "Now." Gerard quickly reached around the back of his head and yanked up the blindfold, messing his neat hair up in the process. Finally, he could see and what he sees makes him gasp. "SURPRISE! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!" Gerard's hand flew to cover his mouth and his other hand went straight to his chest. He looked around the beautifully decorated room and his eyes sparkled in admiration. Everyone he knew and loved was standing in front of him with smiles on their faces. He could feel himself tearing up, because he didn't expect this. He was overwhelmed with joy. "Oh my god! Everyone! I can't believe this!" ***Mixed POV*** "Mom!" Kat and Kody ran up to Gerard and hugged him tightly. Kat stepped back and smiled "Looking good there mom." "Ten years can you believe it!" Kody chuckled and then quickly jumped out of the way as he was nearly knocked over by a three year old. "Geeze sis, control your offspring!" "Gandma Gee!" Gerard stared down at the toddler with a huge grin on his face as she called out for his attention. Her large, brown doe eyes stared into his ageless Hazel eyes and they share a moment. "Lia!" Gerard squealed and picked her up and pulled her against his frame. He littered her chubby little face in lipstick kisses and she giggled, looping her tiny arms around his neck. He loved the little girl as if she were his own flesh and every time he saw her she always received his undivided attention. They had a bond unlike any other. "Aza!" "Uh oh, Daddy's mad at me Gandma Gee." Gabe came puffing up to Gerard trying to catch his breath. He leaned on Kody's shoulder. "Man Gabe, she runs circles around you." Kody laughed, but Kat looked seriously. She crossed her arms over her protruding stomach and frowned. Even five months pregnant, she looked amazing in her simple red dress. "What did she do?" "I caught her in the kitchen bothering the cooks." Azalea looked up at Gerard shaking her head. "Actually she was there with me." Everyone turned around and saw Pete walking up with Spencer, Ryan and another older man. Pete leaned in and gave Gerard a quick kiss. "Happy anniversary Gee. Anyway, This curious little girl saw me go into the kitchen and she followed me. She was very polite and asked what was going on. She stuck with me the whole time, but then I got a phone call and stepped away. I am guessing that is when her dad saw her and jumped to conclusions." Gerard giggled and turned to Gabe. The man looked restless and it was totally understandable, living with a three year old daughter and a pregnant, hormonal Kat. Gerard was surprised the man was still in one piece. "It's a daddy's job to worry." Gerard winked at his son in law as he passed Azalea to him. Gerard felt small arms slipped around his waist. He felt a slight kiss on the back of his neck. "Happy Anniversary Gee Baby." A second set of arms slipped on him and rested on his hip bones. "Happy Anniversary Arthur." Both Spencer and Ryan looked amazing in thier lace dresses. The three decided to dress similar for the party. Gerard was about to compliment them on the color and style they chose when an older unidentified man stepped in front of Gerard clicked his heels and bowed. "Madame Iero, pleasure to finally met you, my wife has spoken fondly about you. Master Fuchon at your service." He lifted Gerard's hand and kissed the inside of his wrist. Gerard beamed. Ever since Ryan told him who his husband was Gerard had googled his work and fell in love immediately. The man was a genius! And now, he was finally meeting him. Trying not to fangirl too hard Gerard contained the girlish squee threatening to slip through his lips. He was red in the face and now he was sort of sweating. "It's a pleasure to me meet you too. I'm a huge fan. I love all of your paintings. My favorite is the one you did of a sunset in Paris. It made me feel like I was on my honeymoon all over again." He needed to get this man to sign his autograph book in the near future. "Ah, but I am a fan of you Madame Iero. My Cherie says you have amazing taste and I have to agree." Gerard heard Spencer and Ryan both giggle at the double entandra that the older man let slip from his lips. "Mousier Iero is very lucky." "That I am. Pleasure to meet you Mousier Fuchon. You must come and visit my Geebear's gallery." "I shall. Congratulations on your ten years." "And here is to another ten." "But of course." "Armand, I'm getting hungry." Fuchon reached out and caressed Ryan's face lightly. There was much love and caring in the small movement. "Of course Cherie. Mousier Wentz, Iero, will you accompany me to get the ladies some sustenance." Pete, Frank, and Armand all walked off together. Frank blew Gerard a kiss and winked as he left. "Pinch me, Spence." Gerard released a dreamy sigh and leaned on Ryan as he pulled Spencer closer. He wrapped one arm over Spencer's shoulder and his other around Ryan. "This is the best anniversary ever." * * * The smells coming from the covered trays were amazing. Even Pete's mouth was watering. "Damn Pete, don't you do this for a living?" "Yeah, but I can appreciate good food that is not mine." "I can vouch for that." Everyone laughed when Spencer called Pete out. True to Pete though he did not even flinch. He simply leaned over and nipped lightly at Gerard's shoulder. "Can I help it if I have a taste for the finer things in life." Gerard laughed louder than anyone at the table and swatted at Pete's arm playfully. What Pete was saying was true. The food did smell extremely delicious. His mouth was watering, too. He wanted nothing more than to pull the lid off his food and dig in, but he wanted Frank to initiate when it was time to do so. Ten years of marriage and he was still the obedient housewife he was when Frank first met him. Except now he was slightly sassier. "Hey Kody, where's your other half?" "He was waiting for his sister at the airport." "Oh! Brook is coming?" "Well yeah, I mean the whole family is coming." "You mean the whole family is here." Everyone looked up and saw Billy arriving with what looked like a caravan of people. Kody leaped out of his chair and ran up to Kyle and hugged him tightly. "I missed you baby." "Kody, it's only been three hours!" "Yes, but it was the longest three hours of my life!" "Pop's help!" "Sorry Kyle, your husband, your problem." "Hey Gee, Happy Anniversary." Gerard quickly jumped out of his seat and hurried to Billy. He threw his arms around the older man and kissed him on the cheek as he said many thank you's. "I'm so happy you made it! I was getting worried." He pulled back from the embrace and looked into his ex-husband's--now his close friend--light green eyes. "Sorry to scare you Gee Love, but we had to wait for Destiny's date to get here." "Hey Gege, this is Roger. Roger, this is my mom." "Your mom?" Gerard adverted his attention to the two teenagers and pushed his hands on his hips. "Boyfriend?" He questioned back, raising a brow at the boy. "Uh yeah, Roger and I started dating right after school ended and over the summer." Kyle leaned in and whispered in Gerard's ear. "Careful Gee, he's a little shit." "Hey Des, how's it going?" "Hey Frankie. Happy Anniversary." "Awww thanks sweetie. Hi, I'm Frank and you are?" "Roger, Destiny's boyfriend. So it's your anniversary?" "Yup." Frank smiled and looked up at Gerard. He sighed and pulled Gerard in close by his waist. "Ten wonderful years." "Uh huh, but you have kids right? I mean Kody's....uh, yeah...is your son." Frank was starting to get pissed. He tightened his grip on Gerard's hip. "Yeah and I have a daughter too." "So you used to have a wife then." Frank let a low growl out. "I still have a wife." Gerard pressed his hand on Frank's chest and clutched tightly. "Easy tiger. He's just a kid." Gerard whispered as he leaned over and pressed his lips against Frank's ear. "Don't take it to heart. I'm not." "Um...can you not do that please." Frank was trying really hard not to deck this kid. A homophobic ass is not what he needed on their special day. "Do what?" Kody comes over with almost the same possessive hold on Kyle. Frank smirks. He knows how to fix this brat. "Oh, apparently Roger here has a problem with PDA here." "Oh really? I guess that does not include himself though huh Roger?" "That's different. Destiny and I are..." "Straight? Normal?" "Well...yeah." "What?!" Roger turns to Destiny and holds out his hands. "Hey babe, you know that being around you dad and his...Tommy makes he squeamish." "Yeah, but I thought it was because they are a little handsy with each other." "Oh no, apparently you are dating a homophob." "Kyle, that's not nice. You don't know Roger enough to say that. You don't live home anymore!" "Yeah!? Well I know enough to hear disapproving in someone’s voice!" "You are just sensitive and over reacting!" "No I am not! You are just being fucking stupid and blinded by love!" "Hey Fag, don't call my girl stupid!" Gerard covered his mouth with his free hand and gasped. He could have sworn he heard glass shatter in the background as everyone turned their attention to Destiny's boyfriend. Frank was livid. He went to react, but he was too late. Someone beat him to it. *POW* Roger hit the floor hard enough to nearly knock him out. Standing with her fist ready to fly again is Destiny. "You fucking piece of shit! How dare you say that to my brother! You are the fucking Fag! Trying to prove how much of a man you are always trying to get into my ass claiming that i can keep my virginity! Get the fuck out of here before we all go ape shit on your sorry ass!" A series of gasps fill the room. Holy crap... Gerard was in shock. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open. He had his arm tangled around Frank's and he stepped back a bit, taking his husband with him.Destiny just hit her boyfriend... Well, ex-boyfriend now. "Wow." Gerard palmed the side of his face. A small amount of clapping started up until it was the entire room. Some catcalls and whistles joined them. Destiny looked up and the ducked her head down. Kody walked up to her and picked her up and twirled her in a circle. "Yes! That's my girl! Fuck yeah, you practically knocked his ass out!" Destiny laughed and blushed a little. "Well I held back a little." "You are so much better than that little shit. And did i hear correctly that he was trying to convince you to do anal?" Kody put Destiny down and they all looked at her. She tried to hide behind Gerard. "Um...maybe?" As if Gerard needed to be in any more shock. He didn't know what to say. He just stared down at Destiny as he moved to the side so she couldn't hide behind him. She needed to have a long talk with her family, but now wasn't the time. Later perhaps, and he would join them. Right now, he was just glad she kicked the kid out of her life. "Destiny..." Gerard started, pulling the teenage girl close to him. "He's never tried to... Force himself on you. Has he?" He knew that question alone was risky to ask because he didn't want to put that image in Billy and her siblings minds, but it had to be asked. What if the boy had tried to rape her and no one knew anything about it? It's so terrifying for Gerard to think about. He just wanted to hear her he could sleep at night without that question hanging in his mind. "See Pops, I told you he was no good. I never believe that act he put on when he was visiting and he always made Tommy feel uncomfortable" Tommy looked up at Kyle. He still felt new in this family even after two years. Even though Billy had shown him more kindness and love than he had ever experienced before, he always wondered if he was good enough to take Gerard's place in his life. As if he could read his mind, Billy wrapped his arm around his waist and squeezed him affectionately. he looked up at his older husband and smiled. Billy leaned down and whispered in his ear how beautiful he looked tonight in his new dress. This gave Tommy the courage to speak up about the situation. "I-I-It was not much of a big deal." Kyle looked at Tommy and then at Billy. "I am more worried about Destiny like Gee is." Tommy walked up to Destiny and Gerard. He still felt intimidated by the older man. He would never be mom to these kids, but he was alright with that. "A couple of times I think I intervened in his plans with her when I did not like what I heard when they were alone. I like to believe that I stopped anything from happening at least at the house." Destiny looked at Tommy and smiled. "Yeah, you did a good job too." Destiny hugged Tommy and he smiled at Gerard. Frank walked up to all of them and placed a hand on Destiny's shoulder. "Maybe you should give up the martial art lessons and take up boxing slugger." That made everyone laugh. "Okay, enough with all this serious shit, good food is going to waste and it isn't even Pete's." The mention of food makes Gerard's stomach growl almost as if it were planned to sound off in that moment as an icebreaker for the tense group. "Way ahead of you guys." Gerard laughed as he starts to make his way back to the large, long table. * * * "I do not think I could eat another bite." Spencer patted his tummy lightly. He then patted Gerard's. "I would slow down too there Gee Baby." Pete laughed at Gerard's reaction. "Easy Spence, you don't want Gerard all over you for calling him fat." "Who says I don’t want him all over me." Gerard kept his eyes on Spencer and stuck his tongue at him before going back to pouting. "Do you know how much weight I had to lose to fit into this dress?" Of course Spencer knew. Gerard told him at least one thousand times. He wasn't going to walk around going unnoticed. Especially when it came to his appearance. Pete reaches out and tugs at Gerard till he moves from his own seat into Pete's lap. "Trust me honey, you do not have to lose anything. Both Frankie and I like to have something to grab onto and you my dear have it in all the right places and none of the wrong ones." Gerard pouted teasingly and crossed his arms over his chest. "You guys only like it when you make me jiggle." That had been a sexual remark, but the younger people at the table didn't have to know that. It could have meant anything... Tickling, cuddling... ect, Pete and Frank knew what he meant. Pete laughed at the little pout that Gerard had on his face. Spencer leaned in and whispered something in Gerard's ear that made him hitch his breath and wiggle around a bit in Pete's lap. Pete grabbed his waist.and then looked at Spencer. "You two better behave, we have another two hours at least here so don't start anything." "At least not without us." Frank came over with his arm around Ryan's waist. "Hey Geebear, Brendon and M. just arrived...together." Gerard climbed out of Pete's lap with Spencer's help and fixed his dress so he wasn't up skirting everyone. "Oh? Are they still outside?" "Gee.." Brendon walked in and he looked really good. He was healthy and it showed in his skin color. It was not easy to kick his heroin habit, but he had done it. Brendon had a hard time after divorcing Jepha too, but he learned to be on his own and to accept that he did not need a man to survive. He also realized that the way his ex made him dress was not him. Now he was more comfortable in a simple grey lace dress, but it had much more style. "Looking good there Gee." M. smiled as he stood next to Brendon. They looked like a power couple. Well they were, but not in the intimate sense. When Brendon divorced Jepha, Frank’s lawyer helped him take Jepha to the cleaners. Brendon ended up with Jepha’s half of the business with Stan. Since he had no business sense he asked M. to help him. Soon they were doing so well in the market, that M. was able to get out of the House Wife business for good. The website no longer existed either. All the House Wives had been married off to good husbands. Brendon moved in with M. after selling his house. They enjoyed each other’s company, but the relationship was completely platonic and they were both fine with that. ”Happy anniversary guys.” Gerard beamed and finally stopped fussing with his dress. He pushed his hands to his hips, looking M and Brendon up and down. "Thanks, I'm glad you guys could make it." It made him sad whenever he saw Brendon... The former housewife made him think of Mikey. Brendon stepped up and hugged Gerard. He pointed to the picture of a younger more carefree Mikey near the entrance. "That is a good way to remember him." Brendon had tears in his eyes, but they were from fonder memories. Becoming friends with Gerard after Mikey's death, Brendon found he never really knew the man. He let Mikey influence him completely about everything. "You know I will never feel that I have apologized enough to you right? Even two years later, I am sorry for everything." "Kitten, relax. Gerard forgave you a long time ago." "I know Matthew, but." M. laid a hand on the small of Brendon's back lightly. "Then stop." "Okay Matthew." "Matthew huh?" "Oh stop Pete, don't even go there. I am not going to refer to my business partner as M." Gerard smiled at the subtle yet noticeable change... Matthew. He sounded less intimidating that way... More human. "I like it." Gerard pulled Brendon into a hug and then M. He was happy they remained in his life. They reminded him people can change... That there was hope. "All right, enough of this sentimental bullshit, time for dessert!" Everyone laughed when Kody spoke. At that the group turned to the dessert table which was laden with decedent and rich desserts. M. offered Gerard an arm. "Shall we Mrs. Iero?" With a quick nod and a coy smile Gerard takes M's arm. He allows the taller man to escort him and for some strange reason he feels prideful. Never in a million years would he have thought M would walk beside him as his equal. Gerard was happy with his life. It felt good to no longer be property. Brendon was on M.'s other side as they walked to the table and grabbed a few plates. There were so many things to choose from. M. picked up one of the strawberry confections and held it for Gerard. "Open up Gee." Now this was the best anniversary ever. He didn't even need any extravagant gift from Frank... He could knock this surreal moment right off his goals list. Gerard opened his mouth to the treat M was sticking out in front of him and he closed his lips around it. He made sure not to touch his fingers. He pulled back, humming in satisfaction with a smirk on his face that he couldn't contain even as he chewed. M. groaned quietly and Brendon slapped him lightly. "What? Forgive me Kitten, but I could never forget the history I had with this now proper lady in front of me. I would do him an injustice if I did not remember how amazing that mouth is and how lucky Iero is." "You bet your ass I am lucky and no one else get to be a part of that." At that moment Spencer walked up and leaned on Frank’s shoulder counting his fingers. "Well...except for me...and Pete...and Ryan...and..." "There better not be another and in there Spencer Wentz." Frank turned to Spencer shaking his finger playfully. Gerard giggled and rushed to his husband's side. "But you'll always be the best, Frankiekins." And with that he placed an innocent kiss to his cheek. What they were going to get into that night was going to be anything but innocent. Spencer laughed. He loved causing trouble as long as it was harmless. ”Gee!” Kassie came strolling up to Gerard with several ladies in tow. ”Sorry we missed dinner, but the Gallery showing too longer than I expected.” After Stan and Mikey passed away, the portion that was left to Mikey in Stan’s will went to Gerard. He was not interested in the money so used it to turn Stan’s home into a place that helps those with substance abuse problems. He also started a foundation of the same case in Mikey’s name. The Gallery he kept, but he made Kassie and manager. Business has never been better and Kassie was able to use her management degree to her full advantage. Kassie turned to Gerard and introduced her group of friends. ”Gee, I’d like you to meet Miss Zykirah, Miss Brianna, Miss Weekes, and Miss Estelle. These ladies have been an amazing addition to our staff and they have gotten us so many new clients, I think we are going to need to expand!” Gerard was speechless and this made Frank laugh. ”You guys will have to excuse my wife, he is still a little over whelmed at this point.” ”And this ladies is the man that made it all possible for Gee to touch our lives.” ”Frank Anthony Iero at your service.” Frank did a little flourish and bowed slightly, looking up at them a bit and wiggling his eyebrows. All the ladies giggled and that made Frank smile. He was still a ladies man, even if there was really only one lady for him anymore. ”Okay, enough talk, let me at that table! I don’t have a fitting for my wedding dress for another two months!” Everyone laughed at Kassie’s comment, but Gerard was really excited. He knew that Kassie would find someone better than Kent. Everyone grabbed their desserts and headed back to their tables. When they got there Kyle was on the phone off in the corner. "Everything alright Kody?" "Yeah dad everything's good." Gerard glanced back and forth between Kyle and Kody. He couldn't hear anything Kyle was saying to whoever he was talking to on the phone. "Are you sure?" Gerard moved closer to his step son with a worried expression etched on his face. "You're sure? Yes, oh thank you thank you!" Kyle hung up the phone and then ran to Kody and jumped on him. "We got it! We got it!" "Oh baby, I'm so happy!" Gerard was confused now... He was happy to see that there was nothing wrong, but he still couldn't shake the worried expression off his face. "Got it? Got what?" Gerard grabbed Kody's hand and squeezed it lightly. "What's going on?" His maternal instincts were kicking in. He needed to know what the hell was happening right now, especially if it involved his kids. "Kyle and I just got approved for adoption!" "Yeah! We have been working on it for months and we finally got the call just now!" Gerard's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock. "Holy shit!" He screamed out in joy and pulled the two men into a hug. This was one of the best news all year, including Kat being pregnant again. "I'm so happy for you guys!" This was turning out to be an amazing day. It seemed like nothing could go wrong. Frank could not be happier about everything. His family would now grow to one more and there was always room. He got pulled into the hug by Kody and enjoyed the warmth of it. He looked up at his beautiful wife of 10 years. "Hey baby, come dance with me." Gerard gladly took his husband by the hand and looked at him with a smile he only ever had on when he was looking at him. "Sure, handsome. I would love to." Gerard was unable to hide the smirk in his voice. Frank led Gerard to the dance floor and twirled him around a bit. The music started up and it was the same song that they danced to in Paris on their honeymoon. Gerard was overwhelmed with nostalgia as he and his husband danced. He was also filled with an excessive amount of pride and joy as Frank kissed him.That moment alone was perfect enough to erase all the drama and trauma he endured in the past. He was truly happy and no one can take that away from him. "Excuse me Mrs. Williams?" Gerard's smile dropped as the title hits him in the back of the head. He involuntarily turns to it even though it's been so long since he's heard it directed to him. "Excuse me?" He was beyond confused. It had to be a mistake. "Mrs. Williams. Sorry to interrupt the festivities. I represent the estate of your late husband." He held his hand out for Gerard to shake. "Mr. Quinn Allaman Esquire." Late husband. Gerard blinked, dumbfounded. Why was this Quinn guy calling Daniel his husband? Frank's his husband. ... Wait a second... "Daniel's dead?" "Yes Ma'am and seeing as you are his wife; you are the sole heir to his fortune." Quinn pulled open his valise and handed a stack of paper over to Gerard. Gerard looked over the papers and scanned what he could as quickly as possible. He could feel Frank moving beside him. "But I'm not married to Daniel. We've been separated for nearly 22 years. This has to be some kind of mistake." Frank took the paper work from Gerard and scanned it. "Um...not according to this Gee. Daniel never got a divorce from you." Quinn scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah...Daniel did remarry...three more times after you, but uh...he never divorced you properly so...none of his other marriages were legal." Gerard was stunned. So stunned he didn't know how to react. "So... My marriage to Frank...?" Gerard trailed off and palmed his hand over his forehead. This was all too much for him to handle. Just when things were going well and his life was looking up... It all came crashing down. "Well honestly Mrs...Iero, if his son had not just up and disappeared we would not be having this conversation. And like father like son he never followed through with his own marriage and he has no children so...it all goes to you." "Holy shit!" Frank looked up from papers and at Gerard wide eyed. "Gee, you are a fucking millionaire!" Gerard looked up at Frank and then back down to the papers. It had to be a mistake. It just had to. "I don't want his money. I don't want anything to do with the Williams. Find Scot and give it to him. I want nothing from them." He wasn't thinking clearly at the moment. He was just so upset about those years of never being divorced from his abusive first husband... He had been married to him for 21 years and didn't even know it. "Well...we can't find him. He abandoned his "wife" and just disappeared. According to reports, he ran off with another woman's husband. Who would have thought?" Gerard swallowed the lump in his throat and glanced at Frank. "When... When did he disappear?" He had a feeling he knew. "It seems he ran off with a college buddy of his about...seven years ago. Devastated the other man's wife. She was a wreck when the police told her. They were not very discreet about their affair. They even had rendezvous in a building that her father was renovating. Really sordid late night stuff." Quinn coughed. "Sorry, i did not mean to go into so much detail. The point is he is gone so legally the money is yours along with the estate and his business. He literally had no one else. When his first wife found out that he died she rented out the top floor of the Plaza and threw a party. All his other ex's had similar parties. They did not even care about the money." Although Gerard wasn't Daniel's number one fan it still upset him to hear that. And about Scot... The other man Quinn was talking about was Kent. They weren't at that vacant building to have an affair with one another. Gerard swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath. He knew where they were... Six feet (or more) under. "Okay... Can I talk with my husband for a minute? Alone?" "Of course, take your time." "Hey man, please help yourself to something. Gerard and I will be right back." Frank led Gerard to a private alcove. On the way he nodded to Pete, M. and Billy. He had a feeling he was going to need a little help with this one. "They're dead, aren't they?" Gerard couldn't hide the anger in his voice. He already knew the answer, but he needed to hear it from Frank. "Yes Gee, they are and if they were not, I doubt they would have been able to function." Frank took a deep breath. He never told Gerard what happened when they found him. He started to talk, but felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw the three men that helped shape his and Gerard's life. "we got this Frankie. Let us help you." Frank moved to the floor in front of Gerard and gave Pete his seat. Billy sat on the other side of Gerard and took his hand. M. Stood behind Frank. "Are you sure you want to hear this Gee?" Gerard looked around. He looked each man in the eyes and nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure." Pete took a deep breath and then turned to Frank. Frank nodded. "On the night you were kidnapped. It took us a while to figure out what happened to you. It was actually Kent's arrogance that led to you. He called Kassie to lie to her and we now had his phone signal to follow. We found him at a store buying liquor. Pete hid in the shadows and asked for a light. He coaxed him into the alley where...I jumped him." ”Time to tell me where my fucking wife is you piece of shit!" Kent could barely speak from frank's nearly giving him a concussion when he punched him. Frank went to hit him again, but M. caught his arm. "Wait! Before you beat him to death we need to find out where Gerard is. Knocking him unconscious will get us nowhere." Frank growled at M. but knew he was right. He dragged Kent to the van where Pete was waiting with Spencer and Bob. "This piece of shit needs to talk and fast. Who knows what's happening to Gerard right now!" "I got this." Bob grabbed Kent from Frank and hauled him into the van. "Spence, hand me the pliers." "Uh...okay Bobby." Bob took the pliers and yanked Kent's pants down. "Fuck is that?" "Oh shit!" "What?" "No Frank don't!" "Pete what the fuck is it!?" Pete swallowed. "It's blood." "YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH! I WILL KILL YOU!" M. surged forward and grabbed Frank by his shoulder and yanked him back. "Just get him to fucking spill. The sooner he talks the better. Then we can kick his fucking teeth in, okay?!" "He hurt my Gee!" Frank never wanted to murder someone before. Knowing that the blood on this foul demon belonged to his sweet beloved who would never hurt a fly made his blood boil. Bob took advantage of the situation. "Hey you piece of shit, This is very simple. You tell me where Gerard is or I yank off your testicles using this." Bob held up the pliers for him to see. He then reached down and crushed one of his nuts in the grip. Kent cried out and Frank surged forward and grabbed Kent’s face. "How about this. You tell me where my wife is or we will all rape your vile ass using this!" Frank held up the tire iron and Kent’s eyes went wide! He starting babbling out the address. Once Pete wrote it down, Frank lifted the tire iron up and brought it down on Kent's head. "FRANKIE! M. STOP HIM!"/p> M yanked Frank back by the back of his shirt and wrapped his arms around him to secure him. "AND they'll keep HURTING him if we don't get there ASAP!" Spencer nodded and jumped in the driver’s seat. M. was driving earlier, but if he let go of Frank now, Frank would be all over Kent. * * * "We're here." It did not take long to get to the place. It had to be within walking distance of the place that Kent was. The deserted feeling of the place was creeping Spencer out and he clung to Pete. "Oh Pete, what if we are too late." "Shhh quiet, we can't think like that. Gerard has been through so much in his life. We need to believe he can make it through this too." "I hope so, I really do." The group moved toward the building that Kent shakily pointed out with his broken hand. Bob was dragging him along with M. close by to keep Frank off of him. Frank had taken the lead with Spencer holding Pete. They got to the door and Frank opened it, but he wish he did not. "Mmm, fuck... Take that, bitch." Pete had to grab Frank's collar and avoid a punch as Frank tried to charge forward. He whispered back to M. "Fuck M. help me!" As M nodded his head his eyes land on the guy violating Gerard. Then he looks at the whole picture and he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He can hear Gerard's choked sobs and the sound of skin on skin. Smacking and grabbing and... M looked around and realized Frank was closing in on the man and that's when he hears it. A loud, barbaric scream and it echoes. It suddenly hits M as he rushes to Gerard's side he goes to touch him, but he flinches... He had been just like these people. Throwing poor Gerard to the wolves. They tore him apart and it was his fault. He leaves Gerard to Spencer and stands up in front of Scot and kicks him in the ribs with his bulky boots. "You piece of shit!" "Bob had finished pummeling Kent till there was nothing left...” Frank was pretty choked up having to relieve what he saw. "He came over to where I was with Pete trying to get you to say anything, but baby all you were doing is wishing to die." Pete squeezed Gerard's thigh affectionately. "Spencer had gone from shaking with fear for your life to shaking with anger. He saw a knife by the mattress you were on and grabbed it. Before I could stop him he was over by M. with that that that..." Pete squeezed a little too hard on Gerard causing him to yelp. He pulled his hand back quickly. "I'm sorry Gee. So sorry we did not get there sooner." Pete began to weep. Gerard could only look over the men who saved his life with a dejected look on his face. He tried to remember everything, but it was all so blurry. He could only see Scot and Kent. Even still he couldn't wrap his brain around the rescue. It was all distorted. "I don't..." Gerard trailed off and swallowed the lump in his throat. "I don't remember wishing to die. I don't even remember getting out of there. I just remember the r-rape and then waking up and seeing Frankie." "Yeah, you were pretty out of it Gee to say the least." Billy was holding one of Gerard's hands and turned to him. "When I was told the whole story, I could not believe how strong you were Gee Love. I don’t know if I could have ever survived all that, but I can tell you that if I was there, I think I would have done the same that Frank and M. did." "Don't forget me." Everyone looked up and saw Spencer. "I am not proud of what I did to that poor excuse of a human being, but I would do it again." Gerard shuddered involuntarily and took a deep breath. "Thanks... All of you. I wouldn't have been able to get past all that without you." Frank placed a hand on Gerard's knee rubbing it gently in circles. "Geebear, I am so sorry that you never realized what we did for you. I don't want you to feel like you were responsible for their lives. They made a choice to hurt someone very dear to all of us and I just could not allow people like that to continue to exist knowing they could try again." Gerard nodded. He understood. If anyone ever hurt Frank like that he would have done the same. "I... I know. I understand, Frankie. I think I'm ready to talk to Quinn now." Frank could not be prouder of this man in front of him. Although he sat here in a beautiful dress showing off his knock out figure and gorgeous legs, he was far from the timid creature that needed to be told what he could do. He was a man that knew what he wanted and needed and was not afraid to ask for it anymore. Frank helped Gerard up and pulled him into a strong hug. "Geebear, I have never been more in love with you as I am right now." He kissed Gerard with all the passion that he had inside him for his new confidence. He did not give a shit about who was around and who was watching. This man right here was his whole world. Gerard literally melted against his husbands embrace. He has never felt like he was worth the cost M sold him for and right then and there Frank made him feel priceless. There were no words to describe this human being, but if Gerard had to choose he would have to use 'Savior'. Frank was his savior, his soul mate, his super hero. "I love you so much." Gerard managed to say, despite being awestruck. It was all he could say because it was all that was going through his head. "Now let's go take care of this business so we can take care of other business." Frank wiggled his eyebrows and Gerard and everyone laughed as Gerard blushed. Pete jumped on Frank's back nearly knocking him over. "Hey Frankie, if you have to get married again, does that mean you have another honeymoon and if so can I come too?" "What?" "Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III what the fuck!?" Everyone looked at Spencer when he used Pete's full name. Even Pete looked. "What? They already had their first honeymoon together and I am sure they had fun, but come on babe, when was the last time we all had some fun together? This is the perfect excuse right Gee?" All eyes turned to Gerard. Pete looked at Gerard with those puppy dog eyes. Gerard smirked and pushed his hands on hips. What he was about to say would surely make everyone question his current state of mind. "I definitely think it's a perfect excuse, Peter. As a matter of fact... I agree one hundred and twenty percent." Every ones jaw dropped at Gerard's comment and Pete was so surprised he fell off Frank's back. "Ow fuck!" Gerard laughed at their reaction. He expected that. "What, what'd I say?” Spencer stepped up to Gerard and felt his forehead with the back of his hand. "Are you sure you are not sick Gee Baby?" Gerard swatted at Spencer's hand playfully with a giggle. "Oh stop it. I'm fine. Pete finally had a good idea so I had to agree. Can you blame me?" Pete looked up at Gerard surprised. Frank reached down and helped him up. He walked over to Gerard and cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy. He also had a hard on that could cut diamond from even the possibility of being able to be with Gerard for that long. "Gee are you sure you know what you are saying?" Gerard matched Pete's expression and cocked his hip at him. "Don't make me change my mind." Teasing Pete was a hobby of his. He'd discovered that the first night they went all the way. "No! No! No don't change your mind! Fuck no!" Pete grabbed Gerard around the waist and twirled him around in the air. Gerard's arms instantly loop around Pete's shoulders and when Pete lets him down Gerard bunches his hands in the collar of his dress shirt and yanks him closer. With everyone watching them Gerard presses his lips against Pete's ear so no one else hears. "There's no way in hell I'm changing my mind... I'm looking forward to spending more time with Jr as we speak." Pete groaned and pressed against Gerard's thigh to show him how much he liked that idea. "Hey guys, uh that Quinn guy is getting a little nervous. He looks like fresh meat for some of these ladies out here." Ryan came up to them on the arm of his husband. Fuchon kissed Ryan's hand and then turned to Pete. "Do forgive me Peter, but I am leaving again and that means that my beautiful Belle is in your hands again. I will not be back till Spring, but you are most welcome to use my winter chalet while I am gone." Fuchon turned to Ryan and kissed him deeply. Ryan melted under his command and Spencer looked at Gerard wondering if he could understand that. Ryan broke free panting and watched as his husband moved over to Gerard. "Mademoiselle, I do hope you will take as good care of my Belle as you did last time. And we must talk art again when I return." He picked up Gerard's hand and kissed it lightly. Gerard stared wide eyed at the artist and for the second time that evening his heart exploded from fangirling internally... Although he's sure it's written all over his face. "Yeah! Of course! You can contact me any time you want. There's so many questions I'd love to ask you, but I'm sure you already figured that out." Gerard laughed nervously and cursed himself mentally. He knew his face was red and that his hands were sweaty. He also knew that the girls from the Gallery were giggling at him. He was being completely unprofessional and he hoped it wasn't too noticeable and he prayed to the God's that Fuchon didn't mind. "You are just too adorable Cheri." Fuchon kissed Gerard once on each cheek as he tipped his hat at the men and patted Ryan's ass lightly before he was out the door. Ryan turned to Gerard and smirked. "So what are we talking about here Arthur because whatever it is has Lewis standing at attention?" "Excuse me, Mrs. Williams. Are you ready for me?" Gerard gave his attention to Quinn with a frown on his face. He knew it wasn't the poor guys fault, but he didn't appreciate being called Williams in front of his husband. "It's Iero and yes, I'm ready." "Right sorry, formalities and all." Quinn led Gerard to an alcove that had a desk. He pulled out the paper work and began to try and explain things to Gerard. Gerard tried his best. He really did, but it was all such a clusterfuck for him. He felt so humiliated as he nodded even though he didn't understand anything Quinn was explaining. He knew as soon as it was his turn to say something he'd need Frank to jump in for him. "Umm..." Gerard trailed off as Quinn asked him a question. He looked around nervously, subconsciously searching for Frank. "Can I call my husband over? I don't quite... Understand." He cringed as the words left his own mouth. "Well You should really be consulting with your lawyer and..." "He will be as soon as he arrives so why don't we leave the paper work here and wait for him." Frank placed a hand on Gerard's shoulder and squeezed it lightly to let him know that he understands what he is going though. "Don’t worry Gee Adam will be here in a few minutes.” Gerard smiled up at his husband sheepishly and touched his hand delicately. "Thanks sweetheart." He had no idea what he would do without Frank. * * * "All right, well I think everything is in order. Gerard has chosen to split the money four ways. 1/4 each to Daniel's other wives and the last 1/4 to Scot's fiancé." Adam scans the paper again. "He also chooses to donate the William’s manor to the local battered woman's shelter to use as housing." Adam turns the papers and places it in front of Gerard and hands him a pen. "Now all you have to do is sigh Mrs. Iero and everything will be in order and underway.” Gerard sighs in relief as he reaches for the pen. He looks over what he needs to sign and a question pops into mind. "I don't ever have to go in Daniel's house, right?" It was for his sake. He couldn't step foot in that place even if someone held a gun to his head. "No, you don't. Once you sign this, your donation goes to a tax write off, but other than that you free yourself of everything except the business." Gerard looked up at Frank and nodded his head at him that meant that he was okay with the idea. "Okay... Just sign here... Or?" He looked over the papers with a puzzled look on his face. "Yes, right here...and then here...and one more...here." Once Gerard signed the papers Adam gathered them up and after making copies in the front office, he gave a set to Quinn and one to Frank along with his own. "All right everyone, now to the other situation. Frank, what are you going to do abotu the validity of your marriage for the last ten years." Gerard wanted to interject, but he also wanted to hear Frank’s answer too. He stared at the older man with doe eyes and a coy smile placed on his lips. "As far as I am concerned the last ten years were the most perfect thing that happened to me since my children were born. They still exist. Adam, let's get together after the party and figure this out legality wise." Frank reached down and helped Gerard up out of the chair. "I think that we have all had enough excitement, especially Gee here, Pete, I'm going to take Gerard home. Can you tend to the rest of the guests." "Yeah, of course Frankie." Spencer walked up to Gerard and took his hand. "Hey Gee Baby, want me to come with you?" "Of course, Spence. I was just about to ask you over myself. You read my mind." Gerard giggled and pulled Spencer's hand to his lips and he kissed him there softly. "No fair! I miss out on all the fun!" Pete pouted like a child. "God Pete, the only thing that we are going to do is fall asleep together." Spencer took one of Gerard's arms and hooked it in his. He then did the same with Frank. "I swear Pete, you have a worst mind that Gee sometimes." "Well, who knows..." Gerard trailed off with a giggle, smirking deviously. What he was about to say next was going to make Pete's eyes pop out of his skull. "We might even have a threesome." Frank quickly pulled the two wives out to the place while Pete sputtered and short circuited behind them. Both Spencer and Gerard were laughing and Frank could not help, but join in. "All set for you Mr. Iero." "Louis, what are you doing here?" "Well just because I own a limo company now, doesn't mean I can't decide to drive one once in a while...especially when it is for my favorite former employer." Both Gerard and Spencer awwed and each kissed him on the cheek. Spencer climbed into the back of the car. Before Gerard could climb in as well Frank grabbed him around the waist and lifted him up making him squeal out. "Frankie, my dress!" Gerard pulled down his dress before it rose up even further. He swatted at Frank’s shoulder with a giggle as he looked around to make sure no one was around to witness his up-skirt. "So Mr. Way...I get to marry you again huh? Anything more you want that you did not get last time?" Gerard blushed bright red and nibbled on his bottom lip. Questions like that were still a bit tough for him to answer even 10 years later. He was humble. "All I need is you." It was true. He knew they'd have to plan a wedding, but those details can be given to the planner. Frank was all he needed. He didn't care where or how they did it. Frank was taken aback by what Gerard said even though he should not have been. Many things had changed since he married this enchanting creature 10 years ago, but Gerard's needs were one that never did. "You have me Geebear. Now and forever." "Hey, can you two gush in a warmer location." Frank laughed as Spencer called out from inside the car. He put Gerard down and kissed his softly, patting his ass to get him in the car. Once he climbed in Frank took a look around at the cars of all his friends and the one spilling out of the place and still inside. He never felt richer in his life than he did right now. He patted Louis on the shoulder and smiled. "Take us home Louis." "You got it Sir." Frank laughed and Louis and ten climbed in allowing him to close the car door. ***Time Stamp: Six Months later*** "FUCK!" Spencer cries out one last time as he falls on top of Ryan panting. He lands in the puddle of cum that Ryan had released just a few moments ago. "That's it, I'm done. Nap time." "You and me both Ry, but before we go to bed we can at least enjoy the show." Spencer pulled Ryan to him and they settled against the low style white sofa and continued to watch Pete and Frank fuck Gerard. He was on his hands and knees with Pete thrusting inside him with his head thrown back. Frank was in front of Gerard pumping his hips to move his cock in and out of Gerard's mouth. Gerard himself was a complete mess with his emerald green babydoll pushed up and over his hips and the matching panties pushed to the side so that the soft lace grazed by Pete's cock with each slide of his shaft. The top half was hanging off of Gerard's shoulder as it was shook out of place by the motion of both men moving into his body as one. "Shit, fuck, so close." "Fuck me too. How about you Gee? Frank pulls out of his mouth, grabbing onto his shorter hair, dyed an red orange recently, to do so. He pants and licks his lips as his eyes dart up to meet Frank's. He goes to reply to the question he was asked, but Pete hits his spot and he cries out, closing his eyes and letting his jaw hang slack. That was his response. "Fuck Pete, let the man speak!" "My bad, I aimed too high!" Frank carefully lifted his wife's head up. "You okay baby?" Gerard nods frantically and releases a low moan. "S-so close." He whimpered, dipping his head towards Frank's cock. He wrapped his lips around him again and began sucking off. He needed to keep his mouth busy to prevent himself from making embarrassing noises. "Okay baby, shhh easy, we got you." Frank nodded to Pete and he increased his speed as he reached around and started pumping Gerard's cock in time with his thrusts. Frank ran his fingers through Gerard hair and got a good grip as he met Pete's pace. "Ah ah ah ah Frankie, I'm gonna......" Pete began to stutter and slammed forward into Gerard pushing Frank's cock completely down his throat. "Fuck!" Frank and Pete started to cum at the same time. That was it. As both men came Gerard suddenly felt warm and tingly... His entire body spasmed and he came with Frank and Pete still inside of him. "Holy shit! That was fucking amazing you guys...uh...someone needs to catch Gee, he's passing out." Frank reached out before Gerard could hit the rug with his face. Pete pulled out slowly and fell back on his knees hard. Frank, heedless of his still slightly weeping cock lifted Gerard up in his arms. "I'm going to put Gerard in our room." Pete wordlessly waved as Spencer and Ryan went to snuggle with him. Frank carefully walked with Gerard to their spacious bedroom. He pushed the door open with his hip and walked to the bed. He lay Gerard carefully on the bed. he looked at him. Gerard was covered with a sheen of sweat that clung to his outfit and skin. It made him glow. Frank sighed and made sure Gerard was comfortable on the pillow. He went and jumped in the shower quickly and then slipped on a pair of boxers. He pulled open his lap top and put his glasses on. Maybe he could get some work done while Gerard rested. * * Frank heard the chime of Gerard's lap top. It was still open where Gerard left it and the screen saver was showing pictures of their newest grandchild. He recognized the sound of the video phone. He gently shook Gerard. "Hey Geebear, your video phone is going off. Come one baby wake up, it could be important." Gerard grumbled incoherently and lifted his head off the pillow he had been slobbering on. He glared at Frank with bleary vision and whined. "Huh? What...? What's going on? What time is it?" "Easy baby, you've been asleep for about an hour. You came pretty fucking hard." Frank got off the bed and picked Gerard's lap top up off the desk. He brought it over and let Gerard sit up and situate the sheets around him. He then placed the bed and reached over and picked up the lap pad lying next to the nightstand. He used the excuse to plant light kisses on Gerard's shoulder. He loved to hear Gerard giggle. He then placed the lap pad over his thighs and then put the lap top on it. He kissed Gerard lightly on the lips and the went back to his side of the bed. He settled next to Gerard and waited to see who was calling. Gerard answers the call, mid yawn, and as he rubs at his tired eyes he hears an answer and it sounds like Gabe and... The wailing of a baby catches Gerard's attention and suddenly he's wide awake, staring wide eyed at the screen. "Hey there Grandma. Hope you and Grandpa are having a great time on your honeymoon." Gerard beamed and nodded frantically, still half asleep. "Hey sweetheart! We're having the greatest time of our lives. Who do you have there?" Gerard was anxious. He wanted to scoop the baby out of the computer screen and smother him in a billion kisses. Gabe smiled and held the baby up in front of the monitor. "Say hi to Grandma Arthur." Arthur cried as he was held by Gabe. He was clearly not having any fun. "Christ Gee, tell him to hold the kid the way I taught him." "He's doing fine." Gerard giggled loudly and pushed his hands up to his mouth. He couldn't contain his excitement. He wanted to hold Arthur so bad. "Gabe, he's so perfect! Look at his hair! He has so much... And those chubby cheeks! I can't wait to pinch them!" Gerard squee'd, making grabby hands in front of the laptop screen. "Don't worry grandma, you will be home soon and then you can cuddle and squeeze cheeks all you want." Frank now moved into the view. "Wow, he's getting big already isn't he! He is almost holding his head up by himself!" "Yup!" Gabe was such a proud father and at that moment Frank realized that he had done good by both his kids. They talked a few more minutes because Gerard was getting too emotional. They said goodbye and Frank closed the laptop. "My God Gee, you get so excited with the kids!" Gerard smiled weakly at Frank and shrugged. "... It's just... I don't know. I can relate to them. So vulnerable and naïve, ya know?" There was no other way to explain it. He knew he could never have kids of his own, but he was okay with that... And to be honest, he already had all the children he needed... Whether they came from his body or not. Frank reached out and caressed Gerard's face. "You have so much love to give Gee, sometimes I don't know how you managed to stay like this all your life." Gerard smiled sheepishly and wrinkled his nose like a bunny. "Well, for starters, I'm surrounded around people I love. It would be hard not to love so much... Despite the things that happened to me in the past... I'm happy because I have you." He honestly couldn't stop smiling. Every day he's thankful to have this wonderful man in his life... The kids and his friends. He was blessed. Frank had no words left. The tears in his eyes said it all. He leaned in and kissed Gerard slow and sweet, He tasted so perfect and Frank wanted more. "Gee..." Frank took the lap top and placed it on the nightstand. He slowly pushed Gerard down so that his head was on the pillow. He wrapped his arms around him and pressed his face into his neck breathing in the heavenly scent of his skin. He dragged his tongue from the collar up to the spot just below his ear where he nibbled lightly knowing that made Gerard crazy. Gerard's breath gets caught in the back of his throat and he groans, sliding his hand down Frank's back. He couldn't believe he was already getting hard... And they were technically just cuddling so far. His husband knew him too well. "Another round?" Gerard asked and giggled in between moans as Frank nibbled on that spot again. If he kept doing that he surely wouldn't be able to last when they finally got to step two. "Think you could handle it baby?" Frank was joking of course. He knew that Gerard could, but he loved teasing his wife. Speaking of teasing as he continued to attack his neck, Frank ran a hand down his side to his thigh and pulled on it slightly so that he could slide between them securely. He then hitched it up slightly so that he was kneading the flesh on the inside from underneath. "I want to." Gerard groaned as he brought his knees up slightly and wrapped his legs around his husband's waist. He tipped his head back, giving Frank more access to his throat .Honestly, he could spend an entire day in this position... And he knew Frank could too if he wanted. ”C'mon..." "So needy aren't you Geebear?" Frank sat up regretfully and slide his hand down Gerard's hips to the top of his panties. He tucked his thumbs under and eased the material down to expose his cock. "Gorgeous baby. So fucking beautiful spread out like that for me." Gerard moved his hand up to the back of Frank's neck and ran his nails through his hair. He explored his husband's lustful expression with hungry eyes and licked his lips obscenely. "Just can't get enough, can't you? When are you going to get tired of me?" Gerard gasped when Frank's cold hand grasped his cock. He was knocked out of his train of thought and he had already forgotten what he had said only seconds ago. Frank growled as he pushed in. He knew that Gerard was still stretched and fairly lubricated from before. He spoke as he punctuated each thrust with his words. "I" "Will" "Never" "Get" "Tired" "Of" "You" Gerard whimpered at each thrust and scratched down the side of Frank's shoulder as his entire body trembled in pleasure. His eyes adverted to Frank's lips as the moans left his mouth. "D-don't stop. Don't." He closed his eyes and placed his other hand on Frank's ass, to urge his hips to keep moving. Frank thrusted harder and faster watching Gerard come apart. This was the Gerard that no one got to see, not even Spencer, Pete, Ryan, or any of his other husbands. This was Gerard being taken care of and only his pleasure being sought. Something he was never allowed to do before. Frank knew that he deserved it more than anyone else. "Baby, I want you to ride me." Gerard blinked his eyes open and stared into Frank's eyes. He saw into them. He really wanted Gerard to come undone. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Gerard nodded and moved both of his hands up to Frank's shoulders and pushed him on his back gently. Gerard adjusted himself on Frank's lap, straddling his hips with his thighs. His mouth opened agape as Frank caressed his sides. It sent shivers down. "You're on my spot." Gerard shuddered as the words left his mouth. His body was paralyzed with pleasure, but he grinds down on his husband nonetheless. Frank gripped Gerard's hip and thrusted up for each on that Gerard did down on him. It felt amazing. He loved feeling Gerard grind down on him trying to make him go deeper and deeper inside. "That's it baby, that's it. Fuck you feel so good." Frank ran his hands down Gerard's chest running his palms over his nipples. He scratched lightly across his chest and stomach and watched Gerard’s reactions. Gerard wasn't going to last any longer. He planted both hands down on Frank's chest and continued to rock himself back and forth on his husband's cock. He screamed out when Frank pounded up into him and gnawed down on his bottom lip. The moans were coming from the back of his throat now. He couldn't hold them back even if he wanted to. "Right there." He stilled and removed his left hand from Frank's chest and palmed his mouth. He was nearly crying, like a porn star would. He didn't want to wake anyone up- -whoever was sleeping. "Shit. Shit. Shitttt. I'm gonna' cum." Frank reached up and gently removed Gerard’s hand. "No baby don't, I want to hear you." Gerard stared down at the older man with furrowed brows and his mouth slack and wide. He knew Frank liked to hear him, but he still couldn't stand the sound of his own voice, especially when he was moaning like a total whore. Before he could say anything to Frank like he was planning to it happened again. He felt his body go rigid and he threw his head back. He released, nearly falling over. He couldn't take it anymore and as he shot his load he cried out incoherently. He could still feel Frank pounding up into him, milking his orgasm. When Gerard came it arched up high enough to hit the top of his chest. The sight was so.... "Oh fuck baby!" Frank started filling Gerard up. He was cumming a lot. He could feel it. It was dripping out of Gerard already. "Mother fucker!" Frank didn't know why or where he found the strength, but he flipped Gerard onto his back and despite already cumming continued to fuck him with renewed vigor pushing through the sensitivity. Gerard held onto Frank's shoulders for dear life. He was a wreck. Absolutely through by this point, but still... He couldn't help but feel a sensational spark surge through his entire body. Only Frank made him feel that way. "Ah, ah, ahhhh..." He couldn't stop the whimpers from slipping past his lips. It was involuntary by this point. Frank leaned over and bit into Gerard's neck sucking a good sized bruise on him. He pinned Gerard's wrists above his head as he fucked into him like he had not just cum. he licked at the bruise and them made another one on his collar, then his shoulder. Frank wanted to mark Gerard up so that no one would question who he belonged to. Gerard squirmed under Frank shamelessly. He could himself getting hard again as he started to experience another orgasm. "Frank, fuck, Frank... I can't. I'm... Oh, fuck." He was fucking hard again. Throbbing against Frank as he continued to thrust into him. "That's it, *pant pant* that's it baby, cum with me again. Want you to." Frank reached up and started to stroke Gerard long and hard in time with his thrusts. They both needed this right now. Gerard exhaled. The sound of the bed creaking, Frank's panting and the skin on skin contact was music to his ears. He was closer and closer as each second passed by. Frank was too. Gerard was sure of it. He could tell. Frank reached under Gerard with his free hand and pulled him in close to his chest. He trapped Gerard's cock between them in teh moist heat and friction and then pushed down hard against it. Gerard's jaw clenched and his teeth started to grind. He came. He came hard and scratched down Frank's back. "Frank, fuccckkkk." He wasn't going to walk right for days... Weeks, maybe. Nothing felt better to Frank then feeling Gerard cum. He worked Gerard completely through it before moving towards his own. When he was sure that Gerard was completely spent He gripped his hips hard and drove in as fast as he could seeking that feeling. "Fuck baby, you look so *pant pant* I never wanted to, ah ah ah, fuck oh fuck fuck FUCK!" Frank felt like he was cumming from inside his soul. It ripped through him and he roared enough to shake the windows. Then he dropped his whole body fully onto Gerard and passed out. * * * ***Gerard*** Gerard lied there, catching his breath and smoothing his hands down Frank's warm, sweaty back. He couldn't stop himself from twitching every now and then. He was experiencing some intense aftershock. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. The bedroom door was open ajar. Gerard wanted to check on their friends... Make sure they were sound asleep. He quietly and gently crawled out from under his husband and once he was free he stood by the side of the bed. The older man looked flushed... His mouth was open agape; he was releasing quiet, soft snores and Gerard giggled quietly when a whistle came from Frank's nose. "Sweet dreams, Frankiekins." Gerard leaned over and planted a kiss against his husband's forehead and pulled the fluffy, cool quilt over his frame. Gerard smiled when Frank made a grumbly found out of comfort as he snuggled into the duvets. He loved it when Frank was like this... Peacefully sleeping and relaxed. Stepping towards the bedroom door, Gerard grabbed his robe from the rack and slipped it on. He felt a chill coming through the door as he pushed it open and stepped inside. "Spencer?" Gerard had called out, whispering, when he spotted his friend--the only one awake--standing near the window. Pete and Ryan were asleep, snuggled against one another as if the other was a giant, fluffy teddy bear. "Hey Gee baby, figured you would have passed out with all that noise you were making in there. Should have made sure the door was closed." Spencer smirked as Gerard blushed. He hated to be loud, but Spencer knew that Frank loved it. He laughed lightly and held out to Gerard a cup of coffee made just the way he liked it. "Come here Gee baby." Gerard smiled and walked over to his best friend. He took the cup of coffee and thanked him. "Mmm..." Gerard moaned as he sipped the hot beverage. Spencer was the best at making coffee. "No one can make it quite like you can." "You bet your sweet ass." Spencer swatted at Gerard's ass lightly. He pulled him against his chest with his back. He wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his neck lightly. "*sigh* How did we get so lucky Gee. You found the best husband possible and I found..." "No mommy, I don't want to go see the monkeys." Pete flailed in his sleep spouting out nonsense. Spencer and Gerard looked at him and then Spencer looked back at Gerard. "I found out how awesome my best friend's husband is to let share in his good fortune." Gerard giggled, tipping his head back on Spencer's shoulder. "We have a lot to be thankful... That's for damn sure..." He trailed off and hummed quietly. He couldn't imagine his life without these men. It's so strange to know that he had been without them at one point in his life. How did he survive? "Look at that sunset Gee. Have you ever seen anything more beautiful...well except for you of course." Gerard stared out of the window and gazed at the sunset. The sky was purple and orange. It looked like the world was engulfed in flames. "This sunset is definitely more beautiful than me... Just look at it." Gerard was in a trance. "Nah, because that is only beautiful on the outside, but you my love are beautiful on the inside too." Spencer took a sip of his coffee and sighed. "Gee baby, we did it. We found our happiness." Gerard smiled, turning to look at his best friend. Spencer was wrong in a way... "No..." Gerard smirked, taking a sip of his coffee. "It found us." He pulled his mug away from his lips and rested his head on Spencer's shoulder and went back to looking at the sunset as if it were meant for him. "Yeah, you're right Gee, it did." Gerard nodded and sighed, watching the sun disappear. It signified the end. A new beginning... Because they were no longer just 'House Wives'. They were in love. 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