Safe?.... Never! (Re-edited for easier reading)

Bert squinted as he tried to look through the tiny hole he'd made. It was dark in the small room that had been his home for the last week, and he longed to go out and stretch his legs, but things as they were, meant that it was currently impossible.
The cameras made it easier, watching Gerard as he started to unravel again made Bert's dick twitch in anticipation, though seeing him with Frank wasn't so good.

His good friend Bob had been trying to get Frank out of the house for a couple of days now, but he wouldn't leave Gerard alone, and it was getting annoying.
Bert had figured out a while back why Bob had helped him all those months ago, and why he was helping him now. Bob was reluctant to let on of course, but, with a few drinks inside him, he'd loosened up and admitted his obsession with Frank... An obsession that almost rivalled Bert's own, or maybe even topped it, seeing as he was willing to throw his good friend Gerard to the wolves, just to get what he wanted... A man after his own heart, if he had one.

Damn, the hole was too small! He'd have to drill again, but not now, the drill was too loud, and he didn't want to disturb the neighbours.
Sighing in frustration, Bert turned back to the laptop, and zoomed the camera, hidden in Gerard and Frank's bedroom, in on Gerard's sleeping face. He was still so beautiful, and with his scars, the slight burns around and over his eyes, it just made him even more attractive to the younger man as he sat there, watching the screen intently.
In his pocket, Bert's phone buzzed, signalling an incoming text. Retrieving the annoying device, he looked to see who was trying to talk to him at, what? 3:30 in the morning?.. Fuck, he should get some sleep.
Why did he even bother looking? He knew who it would be.

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From Bob
To Bert
I got him. We going out tonight

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Bert grinned, then typed in his reply and hit send.

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From Bert
To Bob
Excellent. What time? Who's staying with G?

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Bert chewed his fingernail as he awaited the next buzz, staring absently at the computer screen.

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From Bob
To Bert
Going out 7. Think Mikeys babysitting him

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Bert chuckled quietly. It was so on.

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From Bert
To Bob
It's on for tonight then. If things change, let me know

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A minute later.

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From Bob
To Bert
Will do. Nite

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Bert didn't bother to answer, he was too excited.
Plans ticked through his mind of how he was going to do this. He would have to be quick, and quiet. He couldn't really see Mikey being a problem, skinny little runt couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag, but he still might make some noise, so Bert started to think on how he could shut him up.

Of course, he could just kill him, but where was the fun in that? No, he'd knock him out. Maybe chloroform, or maybe just a brick to the back of the head, he didn't know yet, nor was he particularly concerned with the method, after all, Mikey wasn't his primary target.

Glancing down at the tiny hole, Bert considered the fact that it was barely even worth drilling again now, not since he would have Gerard before the next sunset. It had been a good idea, if only the two men asleep in the bed below had left the room for long enough so he could make a decent hole through from the attic, oh well, he'd been able to watch via the laptop, so it wasn't a total waste, and he had been able to hear them so very well from up there.

But now, with them asleep, there wasn't really anything to watch, so he did what he always did before going to sleep himself... He put in the DVD he'd made the last time he'd had Gerard in his possession, and jacked off to the whimpers and screams that sounded like music to his ears as they played through his headphones.
God, it was gonna be soooo good to make him scream like that again. Bert really couldn't wait!

Notes

Hi there, just thought you might like a little insight on what Bert's up to...
Please comment, it keeps me writing
peace out my chipmunks,
love you all
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