Frank's POV.

“Hm, Gee..” I purred, running my fingers through his hair whilst our lips pressed together. He was kneeling above me, his hand holding him up beside my head, the other one was slowly making it's way down my body.

We managed to get our clothes off surprisingly quick. We just had to get rid of our boxers now and he'd be mine!

“You are so sexy..” Gerard smirked, pressing his lips down my chest and stomach. He pulled down my boxers and giggled, running his hand over my already hard length.

“Stop teasing..” I whined, swallowing harshly.

“Sorry baby.” He smirked. He leant down and immediately slid his lips over my length, making me gasp.

“Oh god..” I moaned, laying my head back against the pillow. He was so talented with his mouth.. Ugh.

He took me deep into his mouth and closed his eyes, before beginning to bob his head quickly, sucking a little harder.

“Gee, fuck..” I groaned, sliding my hand down into his hair, arching a little into his mouth. “Fuck you're so good..” I panted, swallowing harshly.

He lifted his lips from my length and smirked. “Cum for me baby..” He purred, stroking me for a moment before sliding my length back into his warm mouth.

I didn't take long for his request to become a near reality.

I whined, gripping at his hair whilst rocking against his mouth. “Fuck I'm gonna cum..” I panted, arching my back whilst my toes curled over. “Fuck, Gerard!” I cried out, arching a little more.

“DADDDDYYYY!”

Gerard lifted his head from me the second he heard the voice and bit his lip. “Sorry baby..” He breathed, before slipping off the bed and walking out of the room.

My eyes widened a little. I.. I'd been a second away.. And.. And he fucking left me!

I whimpered and sat up, running a hand through my hair. This had happened one too many times now.

We'd managed to get our own apartment.. And Jamie, Gerard's nearly four year old son stayed with us quite a bit..

I pushed myself up and tugged on my boxers over my length which was still fucking solid. Ugh. Brat.

I went into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bath, taking a deep breath before locking the door.

It didn't take long to finish off.. But that wasn't the point. I'd wanted to finish in Gerard's mouth.. Not in my hand, on my own, in the bathroom!

Too bad if Gerard wanted to carry on, I'd finished now. He'd have to do it himself too.

I cleaned myself up before padding back through into the bedroom though paused at the sight of Gerard AND Jamie curled up in our bed.

“Sorry babe..” Gerard murmured quietly. “He was having a bad dream..”

I took a deep breath and nodded. Good thing I had finished myself off then.

“Sure, fine..” I whispered, slipping back into the bed.

Flicking the light off; I turned so my back was to them and closed my eyes, feeling lonelier than ever.

I knew it was bad to be jealous of a four year old, but.. He was taking over our lives. I'd finally got Gerard back, and he'd turned up a week later..

Of course, I couldn't say anything because it, sorry.. He, was Gerard's son.

A spoilt fucking brat of a son.

***

“Daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy!” Jamie giggled, bouncing on his knees on the bed. Over, and over again.

“Yeah I'm awake..” Gerard laughed quietly and pulled Jamie down for a hug.

That should have been my hug.

I just kept my eyes closed and pretended to sleep. The kid had woken me up way too early.

I'd graduated from school during the process of moving in with Gerard, and now I was a college student.

And I didn't have college until the fucking afternoon. I. Had. Wanted. To. Sleep.

“Breakfast!” I heard Jamie giggle, and then Gerard sigh.

“Alright..” He chuckled before leaning over and kissing the back of my neck. I tried not to shiver but I'm pretty sure I failed. “Want some breakfast baby..?”

“No thank you.” I murmured, burying my face into the pillow.

I felt their weight shifting off the bed, and then heard their footsteps leaving and going down the stairs.

Oh thank god.. Peace and quiet at last.

I sighed and cuddled into the sheets.

I wasn't used to sleeping on my own.. I'd always had Gerard cuddling me. He'd always put his arms around me from behind. Spooning in the morning was tradition.. But no, not any more..

Any alone time whilst a four year old was in the house was impossible.

As impossible as seeing your favourite band coming to your town and not getting excited.

THAT impossible.