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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance, LeATHERMØUTH, Pencey_Prep
  Relationship:
      Bob_Bryar/Gerard_Way, Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Gerard_Way, Bob_Bryar
  Additional Tags:
      Extramarital_Affairs, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Hiding_in_closets_and_possibly
      jumping_out_windows, Tag_As_I_Go
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-20 Updated: 2015-01-27 Chapters: 3/? Words: 5210
****** Pansies ******
by ms_MCR
Summary
     Cliche story. Franks a teenager looking for extra cash over the
     summer, Gerards a lonely house husband or "wife" if you prefer.
***** Chapter 1 *****
He squinted into the hot sun as he walked over the plate of lemon bars he had
promised Janice. Peering at the garden in the front yard, seeing groups of
yellow pansies. Scrunching up his nose at the homely flower sitting amongst the
tulips and roses. Never would he let that in his garden! He climbs up the few
steps to the wooden red door. Ringing the doorbell by pressing the white little
round button. He hears the chimes go off and the door swings open to reveal a
middle aged woman with perfectly straight teeth. Shiny blond hair, pink rosy
cheeks, and with enough makeup caked on to conceal her fading youth.
"Gerard!" He grimaces at her high pitched voice grating his ears with his name.
Putting on a smile despite the damage to his ears he sqeauls out just as loud,
"Janice!"
"Oh my goodness! Come in! All the girls are already here, waiting for you and
your delicious snacks!" She says speaking a mile a minute ushering him into the
spotless sitting room where there were already a group of other middle aged
woman talking and munching on tea and baked goods. He smiles and returns the
hugs he is greeted with setting down the platter of lemon bars. Practically
suffocating on the clouds of perfume hanging around the women. All with perfect
teeth, perfect hair, just perfect everything. He still couldn't believe that
they had let them into their little group. Him contrasting with his dark hair,
pale skin, and oh yeah he was a guy. When he had noticed they didn't just let
anybody into their exclusive little group like poor Linda who moved in about
two weeks after he and his husband Bob did, he cautiously asked Janice the
leader of the group, why? She in return just smiled back at him and said he
wasn't a threat and that having a mans point of view would be nice.
 
Of course this was after they learned that he was gay and Bob and he were
actually married and not just a couple of bachelors. They hadn’t always lived
in the suburbs but Bob decided it would be good to invest in a home just in
case they ever decided to have children. He didn’t work either cause Bob
preferred for him to be home and to tend to their little household. In the city
he didn’t have many friends but when they moved here all the women flocked to
him like fresh meat. So that’s how he ended up here for the rest of the
afternoon sitting with them talking about the twist in last nights American
Horror Story, the book they had all agreed to read over the weekend, and just
the general woes they dealt with on a day to day basis.
He starts zoning out for a bit when some of them start talking about
menopausing and shit almost completely forgetting he was there, him turning
slightly pink from embarrassment. Thankfully Miranda interupts and points out
that Kate, a usual part of their little group, is missing. Gerard does a quick
glance and looks around noticing that indeed she was not there, nor had she
even shown up. Odd for no one EVER missed one of these gatherings. Suddenly
there is a quick, light knock at the door which Janice gets up to go answer. He
hears the inhuman high pitched voice that only women can make, as they greet
each other. Again Janice ushers a flustered Kate into the sitting room with the
gaggle of women and Gerard.
"Where were you?!" Miranda questions slightly concerned. Kates cheeks take on a
shade of pink, her lips pressing into a tight line trying to hold back a smile.
"Uhh... well I got a bit...distracted? You could say."
"By what exactly?" Questioned Janice.
"Gardening?"
"You don't garden." Janice dead panned.
"Today was different. That Iero boy brought over some pansies and well he asked
if he could manage the lawn over summer break. So of course I said yes and he
started right away and I of course had to plant the flowers before they started
to wilt."
"While he was there. In the sun. Hot. Sweaty. And just so young?"
"Janice! How could you say that!?"
"Oh come on Kate! Don't act as if he isn't the nicest piece of eye candy you've
ever seen. We've all seen how little Frankie isn't so little anymore." She says
with a devilish smirk on her face. "Why do you think we all have pansies in our
lawns? Sure they're not the nicest but thats what he brings every year to try
and get us to hire him. This year we ALL have them."
"Fine then! Okay okay okay! Yes I admit it, I got caught up a little watching
him, but I stopped and rushed over here once I realized how late I was. And how
much I was enjoying the scenery"
Gerard watched as they all shook their heads and acquired a dreamy look on
their faces. All seeming to be day dreaming about the young but not so young
Frankie. Gerard just sat their uncomfortably letting himself slip out of the
room unnoticed a few seconds later. Making his way to the front door and out
onto the quiet sidewalk. Yeah he was gay but he wasn’t going to sit here and
get all hot and bothered over some teenage ametuer gardener. Quickly he walks
home trying to get away from the vicious rays of the burning sun. Looking at
each of his "friends" lawns as he passes, to see that indeed they all did have
pansies in their yards. Arriving at his home he opens the door stepping into
the cool air relieving him of the sweltering heat from outside. Looking at the
clock he sees its only three in the afternoon. Taking himself upstairs he jumps
into the shower to help him cool down wondering to himself if Bob would be home
on time today. As soon as he's done he gets out wrapping himself up in the
fluffy red robe that Bob had given him for Valentines day. He normally didn’t
use this one because of the risque nature of it but he hadn’t gotten around to
doing laundry yet so his “modest” one was dirty. Hearing the doorbell go off he
rushes down the stairs to see who it is. Opening the door to a short but well
built young man with dark hair, pink lips,and tan skin glistening with sweat
from the summer heat making the color of his tattoos seem richer in color.
Making Gerard want to drag him inside and run his tongue over the outlines
tasting the saltiness of his skin.
Wait! What the Fuck!?!?
Yeah he had been reading those romance novels a bit too much lately. He looks
down at the teenager standing on his porch and sees the kid with a cheesy grin
on his face clearly trying to keep his eyes upwards. Looking down he notices
that the robe isn’t closed properly showing off his chest and a good portion of
his junk. Blushing like a madman he clenches the fabric in his fist trying to
bring the front to a close.
"Oh my gosh, im so sorry about that!"
"No man it's cool don't worry about it! I actually uh...just wanted to know if
you would be interested in letting me take care of your lawn over the summer?
I'm no landscaper or anything but you know just trying to earn some extra cash
this summer." He says with a shy hopeful smile on his face. "I swear that I do
a good job! I have a bunch of people whose lawns I do to vouch for me. And I
brought flowers." He adds last minute showing the small pot of pansies he had
hidden behind his back. Gerard just smiles back still a bit speechless from his
impromptu peepshow he had just given. He nods his head, earning a brilliant
smile from the excited teenager who practically shoves the pot of flowers into
his hands.
"Awesome! Okay cool. So seeing as it's already kind of late, I'll be here
tomorrow around noon to get started. Is that fine?"
"Yeah. Yeah of course."
"Okay so um... I'll see you tomorrow, Mr.?"
"Way."
"Mr.Way, pleasure to meet you. I'm Frank Iero."
"I know." Frank gives him an odd look and he notices his little mistake. Again
he blushes quickly stammering out an excuse about how one of the neighbors he
spoke to mentioned him when he complimented her on her well groomed lawn. No
way did he want him to know what he and the group of ladies sat around and
talked about during their afternoon tea.Which seemed to satisfy his curiosity
as he left with a quick goodbye and a wave over his shoulder, getting into his
beat up old Ford truck. Gerard shutting the door behind him as he goes to the
window and cracks open the curtains watching Frank start the engine, swearing
that he winked at him before driving off. Impossible though right? He was like
a fucking ninja with his snooping skills! (note sarcasm)
Soon he himself also falls into a daydream about the smoking hot teenager. Not
even bothering to beat himself up over the dirty, lusty, thoughts passing
through his head at that moment. Yeah he really did spend too much time with
those women.
***** Chapter Two *****
Chapter Notes
     I was wasting away and finally worked up the nerve to type up this
     chapter. It's very short and fillerish. (seems to be all I've been
     doing lately)
     Hope you like it anyway.
He pushed his hands further into the fresh earth, watching the contrast between
the brown dirt and his pale skin. He expected it to be rough and grainy but it
felt like satin to his senses. His bare knees felt no pain as he knelt in the
dirt. The burning sensation around his entrance wasn't there and all he could
feel was the throbs and twitches of his hard dick as it leaked all over the
garden floor. Suddenly he was he was too deep inserted in his own lust filled
mind, he knew that his lover was almost there. His lover collapsed against his
back pushing him even deeper into dirt floor, one hand still on his shoulder
but the other right beside his face holding himself steady. He opened his eyes
and saw writing on the knuckles. Wait Bob didn't have tattoos. What the hell?
Looking over his shoulder he saw Frank with his mouth agape and his black hair
sticking to his sweaty face. Before he could say anything Frank started to
repeat his name over and over,
"Gerard, Gerard, Gerard, Gerard, Gerard......"

"Gerard? Gerard?"
 
He felt a warm palm against his naked shoulder and shivered at the touch,
opening his sleep filled eyes he looks up at his husband crouched over him in
concern.

"Are you okay Gee? You were moaning and tossing around, I thought you might be
sick." Bob asked him with worry in his voice.

Gerard looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was only ten at
night. It wasn't late but Bob should have been home four hours ago! He wanted
to be mad and yell at him and ask him why was he home so late but the hard on
in his boxers was telling him different. Leaning up he grabbed Bob by his tie
and pulled him down towards the bed, flipping him on his back as he crawled on
top of him straddling his husbands waist. He ground his ass down onto Bob's
crotch, moaning as his cock twitched with excitement.

"I take it you're, *grunts* not mad?" Bob manages to spit out.

"I'm mad-oh fuck!-but I need this right now," Gerard sighed out "So just shut
up and let me sit on your cock!"

He quickly paused his grinding and lifted himself from his place on top to
remove his boxers. Spitting on his fingers he puts one hand behind himself and
starts to spread himself apart. Looking at Bob just lying there watching him,
he barks out,

"Take off your clothes fucker!"

Bob startles and quickly complies ripping off his clothing as quickly as
possible. Scooting himself further up the bed until his back is to the
headboard, slowly stroking his cock as he watches Gerard whimper and bite his
lip as he stretches his hole open.

Gerard looks to Bob and decides that's good enough, extracting his fingers from
himself he crawls up the bed until his ass is positioned above his husbands
cock. Sinking down in one fluid motion he begins to ride himself out.

"What was in that-motherfuck!-dream that got you so desperate?" Bob pants out.

Gerard ignores him and puts his hand on his own leaking cock, images of the
dirt between his fingers and tattooed hands in his mind. Soon enough he comes
in unison with Bob, letting himself fall back against the bed as Bob covers him
with the duvet kissing his cheek and spooning behind him as they fall into
sleep together.
~
The next morning Gerard kisses Bob goodbye as he leaves to work, watching him
from the doorway as he drives away. The memory of last night pops into his head
and he can’t help the light blush that appears on his cheeks. He closes the
front door, biting his lip, a bit surprised at himself when he remembers how
forceful he was. Especially since sex between Bob and him was never like that.
Sure it was good and having sex with someone you love is always amazing. But
lately it’s just boring and plain, nothing special or exciting to really get
the blood going. Last night was the first night in months that Gerard was horny
enough to initiate sex himself.

Come to think of it he doesn’t even really remember what he dreamt about to get
him that horny. Spending a few moments racking his brain for any hint of what
he might have dreamt, he gives up and shrugs his shoulders brushing the thought
off.
~
He’s spraying more window cleaner on the glass trying to get rid of the streaks
when he sees a small pickup truck pull up to the curb in front of his house.
The dark haired teenager steps out of the vehicle and waves at him. Gerard
starts to wave back but stops midwave as the memory of last nights dream comes
back to him. His eyes widen and his blood rushes to his cheeks and...other
areas.
The doorbell rings and he jumps in surprise at the chime, rushing to the door
he opens it quickly to see a smiling Frank on his porch. The intense summer
heat already making beads of sweat appear on his tan skin.

“Hey Mr. Way.”

“Hi Frank. Come in, come in."

“Oh no that’s all right I want to get started as soon as possible. Just wanted
to tell you I was here and also ask you something real quick.”
“Okay. Well what did you want to ask me?”

“Um, do you prefer if I call you Mr. Way or Mr. Bryar? I don’t mean to be nosey
but I was talking with my mom and she said you were married to a man. I just
thought you might have said Way because you thought I might have a problem with
it,” he says in an embarrassed manner “Which I don’t!” he adds hastily.

Gerard”s a bit flustered with himself because he can’t believe that he
introduced himself as Way. He hasn’t done that in years!

“I uh...you know what? Just call me Gerard. Okay?” He says, trying to avoid
answering why he introduced himself like that yesterday.

“Cool. I’m gonna go get started now. See you in a bit!”
Gerard watches him as he gets the lawn mower down from the bed of the truck.
The muscles in his biceps flexing with the heavy weight of the machine and
again when he pulls the cord to the engine. He wipes the sheen of sweat from
his brow and waves at Gerard. Not realizing he had been staring so intensely he
rushes back inside trying to stop himself from thinking such dirty thoughts of
Frank while he was less than a hundred feet away. Trying to get himself to
relax he decides to do some yoga to clear his mind. Going upstairs he changes
into an oversized white t-shirt and black yoga pants, making sure to grab his
yoga mat from the closet beside the stairs.
~

He breathes out slowly letting the air escape his lungs while he takes in the
fresh air through his nose. Catching the scent of freshly mown grass from the
front yard being carried by the breeze. Brushing a few strands of hair out of
his face he unravels his legs from their crossed position and stands up
stretching his hands up in the air before he contininues the rest of his yoga
poses. He hears the rustling of the leaves as he bends down to touch his toes,
repeating this move a few times he stops and rises back to his full height.
Once again he puts his arms in the air and slowly comes down with his hands and
feet flat against the ground as he does the Downward Dog.

“Ah shit!” he hears someone say behind him followed by metal clanging. Turning
his head to the side he sees a flustered Frank attempting to pick up the rake
he had dropped in surprise. Quickly he gets out of his pose in shock.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine, sorry for disturbing you. I just was surprised you were back
here and in, uh, that position you were in..." Frank trails off embarrassed.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I should have let you know where I was at least.
You're probably scarred for life now, huh?" Gerard say jokingly trying to
lighten the mood, "I'll just go in now so you can continue out here." he says
as he bends down to gather his mat. As he walks by him he swears he heard him
whisper something under his breath that make his cheeks burn even more.

"More like eternal spank bank material."
 

 
 
 
 
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     I didn't know what a faguar was, he told it to me and I used it.
     forgive me...
It's been three weeks that Frank has been coming twice a week to tend to the
yard and Gerard had finally begun to gain back his bearings. He hadn't had a
dirty thought about the teenager in days and he liked that he was able to be
hospitable towards Frank instead of a mumbling, stumbling mess. O f course
though that still didn't stop Gerard from getting an eyeful every time he was
over. He made sure to be near a window or put himself outside well out of
Franks way,so he could watch him in peace.

Gerard smiled at Frank through the window while he mixed the jug of lemonade,
swirling around the sugar crystals until they completely dissolved. Frank waved
and wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. He turned off the
mower and started to roll it towards the side gate to take it to the backyard.
He finished mixing the drink and leaned against the counter, he would have to
wait Bout fifteen minutes until Frank was finished mowing then he could watch
him while he weeded and watered Gerard's newly planted vegetable garden. He
went to check on the boys progress and saw him attempting to start the machine
up, Gerard let his eyes rove over him for a minute and then tore his eyes away
and instead distracted himself with the shades of blue and dark shadows within
the sparkling water of the pool. Bob had just had it filled this week and
Gerard had not had a chance to try it out. Gerard figured he should try it out
when he had time and frankly he had been too lazy but he has plenty of time
right now and there is no time like the present right? At least that's what
Gerard told himself as he rushed up the steps trying to squash the voice in his
head that was mocking him for wanting to take a dip in the pool just so he can
continue to ogle at the boy and so the teenager can hopefully notice him. He
went into his drawer and dug at the bottom of it for his swimming garments. He
pulled out two and tried to decide which one was more appropriate, of course
the plain black swimming trunks are the most sensible choice and he grabbed
those as he slipped off his bottoms.

How about the red bikini? Bob always says how delicious you look in those. He
paused in his movements, the little voice in his head had reason Bob did always
say he looked great in those but no this wasn't for Bob. He only wore those for
his husband never in public. He wasn't trying to seduce Frank he just wanted to
give him a bit of eye candy and get some in return, nothing wrong with that
right? He's sure Bob did that too, what with being surrounded by pretty
secretaries and young business men in suits he simply had to. He stopped
debating and balled up the two piece in his fist and shoved it back in his
drawer, then he caught sight of his black bikini with the gold beads at the end
of the strings. He pulled that one out and shoved the trunks back in too. Black
was modest nothing alluring there. Just a normal black two piece held together
by thin black strings with shiny gold beads. Nope this suit did nothing for
him, his ass didn't look like it was sculpted by the gods and the cups did not
press against his flat chest so perfectly that it didn't even look awkward with
his lack of breast. Nope, nope, nope. Gerard would swear up and down that this
was the nun version of a bathing suit if anyone asked. He checked himself out
in the mirror and keened at the praising voice in his head. He finds some light
pink lip gloss and applies that before fluffing his hair, he straightens his
back and with a more than natural swing in his hips he goes back to the kitchen
and gathers up the tray of lemonade.

Sadly the classic jaw dropping moment when he enters the yard is lost because
Frank is bent over the machine trying to reattach the waste bin. Gerard's about
ready to give up on the whole thing when he notices this and his rational side
tells him that this is a perfect opportunity to go back in and dress in
something more appropriate. Before Gerard can decide what to do Frank is
already straightening himself and is walking over to the garden box. He
practically throws the lemonade onto the little glass table and flails as he
jumps into the pool at full running speed. He spews curses as he surfaces from
the depths of the frigid pool water.

"A little over eager there, huh?" Frank says trying to contain his chuckle.

"It's so hot I didn't expect the water to be this cold but it does feel sort of
good after you get used to it."

"I bet. Hey Gerard can I have some of that lemonade?"

"What? Oh yeah! Of course here let me pour you a glass."

"No, no you don't have to do that, I can get it."

"Nonsense you're busy doing work for me I can do this much for you."

"Trust me I can think of other things you could do for me." Gerard hears Frank
say in a low husky whisper as he rises up the pool steps to pour him a drink.

"What was that?" He asks, going to hand Frank the glass.

"Uh...what was what?"

"What did you say?"

"Oh that, 'Trust me you don't have to do a thing for me' that's what i said."
Frank lies to Gerard before bringing the cup to his lips and drinking the pale
yellow liquid. Gerard watches as the condensation gathers at the edges of his
dirt stained hand and creates a little stream of water that runs down the
length of his forearm, forming into a teardrop when it reaches the corner of
his elbow. Gerard can't keep himself from looking over the rest of his body and
he takes in the way some of the lemonade spills from the corner of his mouth
and runs down his chin. He gulps and Gerard can't help the way that that action
brings images of Frank with Gerard's come spilling out of his mouth as he tries
to swallow it all down. That's the last thing Gerard lets himself look at
before he goes and throws himself into the pool before his dick decides to make
an unexpected appearance. Frank just looks at him weirdly before resuming his
work.

~×~×~×~

The following week when it's Frank's designated day to come over Gerard decides
to sunbathe, he has to pile on the sunblock because he genuinely hates being in
direct sunlight because of his sensitive skin. He keeps telling himself it's
just because it's a beautiful day out that he wants to do this but deep down he
knows his intentions. He slips on his same bikini and lounges on the pool chair
while Frank does his weekly work of the vegetable garden. He has on his darkest
sunglasses watching Frank move his body around as he worked, he really
shouldn't find the teenager so attractive but by now he has made peace with his
borderline Faguar status.

Sadly he can't stay laying on his back watching him because the sun is really
starting to heat him up. Turning over he lays on his stomach but soon grows
uncomfortaable to the lack of sunscreen on his bare back. He knows he shouldn't
ask him and this might be taking it an inkling too far but really the hot sun,
the hot gardner, and his need to have an excuse to be close to Frank kinda
trumps his worries on whether it's right or not.

"Frank?" He says sitting up.

"Yeah?" Frank goes to turn off the water hose and walks over to him.

"I can't reach my back, would you mind?" He holds out the bottle and gives his
lips a slight pout.

Frank's eyes widen and he quickly snatches the bottle from his hands mumbling
out a, "Yeah, yeah, anything you want."

He goes to stand on the other side of the chair to get access but Gerard moves
to the edge of the chair and pats the space behind him, inviting Frank to
settle there. Frank does and has his legs stretched around him, his jean clad
legs brushing against Gerard's bare ones. Gerard hears the squirt of the lotion
bottle as Frank empties some of its contents into his hand.

Frank delicately place his hands on the older mans back and starts to lather
him up, he can't help how his teenage hormones react to Gerard's full body
shiver from the cold cream. He scoots back so his twitching cock won't be so
noticeable to the older man but this fails when he himself presses his ass back
against him when he leans his upper body forward.

"Don't forget to do my lower back, sunburn there is the worst."

Frank silently follows his directions and moves his hands lower, honestly he
tries his best to do that spot quickly but the feeing of Gerard's skin in his
hands and the close proximity that he had next to the mans ass was really
something he had to take his time with. He ran his hands slowly and sensually
over the mans lower back letting his thumbs rub little cirles into the small of
his back.

The poor boy was so confused he felt.like he was betraying his morals. Of
course this wasn't anything bad he was just helping him apply some sunscreen.
Nothing morally wrong about that. It wasn't completely his fault either, he's
sure Gerard was trying his hardest to get his attention and it had worked. He
still tried to not to let him know that he had noticed how the man always put
himself on display when he was over. He made sure never to look at him and
instead thought of sad things like the slaughter of baby seals that would keep
his mind busy and too depressed to even think about the sexy man near him
lounging about.

Now though Gerard hadfinally managed to take down his walls and he couldn't
control how his thumbs dipped beneath the edge of the mans bikini bottoms.
Recieving no sound of protest he dared to go lower and let more fingers fall
beneath the fabric. The tips of his fingers brushing over the top of the man
round ass, he was daring himself to go lower when Gerard finally spoke out in a
strangled voice.

"Frank I-"

"Gerard!? Yoo hoo! Gerard. It's me Janice."

They both froze as they heard her voice coming nearer to the side gate.

"You didn't answer but I figured you must be back here, Gerard?"

Frank quickly scrambles from behind Gerard,rubbing the leftover sunblock on his
jeans and resumes watering the garden as Gerard quickly throws on his cover
slip and sits at the edge of the pool with some random book in his lap that had
been sitting on the table next to the lounge chair.

"Yeah I'm here Janice come on back!" He yells to the middle aged woman.

"Oh there you are!" She says as she opens up the gate, "oh and Frank is here!
Hello dear how are you?"

"I'm well Mrs. M and yourself?"

"Fine as well just came to tell Gerard here about our annual block party."

"Block party?" Gerard questions.

"Yes we have it every year, all you have to do is bring yourself. This year we
have the refreshments covered but I'm sure no one would object to some of your
baked goods."

"Of course it would be my pleasure."

"Fantastic." She smiles at him and then gets a look of rememberance on her
face, "Frank honey, I forgot to tell you that you won't be able to do the yard
tommorow because of the party so would you mind doing it today? It seems that
you're just about finished here."

"Uh, yeah no problem just let me gather up my stuff."

"Okay I'll see you in a few." She says goodbye to Gerard and quickly leaves.

Frank grabs his gardening gloves and rolls up the water hose, he goes to open
the gate but is stopped by a hand at his chest. Before he knows it he's being
pressed against the door and he feels Gerards body pressed against him and his
leg between his thighs. Frank tenses at his hot breath blowing against his neck
and feels his cock give a valiant jolt when Gerard talks.

"I'll see you tomorrow night Frank." He whispers into his ear huskily and
kisses the corner of his mouth before sauntering back into his home.
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