***Time Stamp: Tuesday Evening Oct. 16th***
***Frank***

"Hey baby, I'm home."

Frank came in the house quietly. He was not looking forward to this evening at all. How was he supposed to say that he was leaving tomorrow with no real time to say anything. Fuck that stupid pretty boy. Frank never wanted him in the band, but they insisted and now he had run off with one of the horn players of another band. Well Frank is the boss so it is his job to fix this shit. Sometimes his job really sucked.

"Hey honey. How was work?"

Gerard greeted him with a small peck to his cheek as he took off his overcoat and handed it to Charles.

"Uh, it was good, just long. Had a lot a phone conferences, dealing with shit that well... I don't want to talk about work right now. How was your day Geebear?"

Frank tried really hard to steer the conversation away from, him and onto his wife's day. Anything so that he could think this through more clearly.

"Oh..."

Gerard trailed off, starting to head in to the kitchen.

"My day was good. I drew a bit earlier and I'm making vegan enchiladas."

Frank was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he missed everything that Gerard had just said. He saw that he had followed him to the table. He assumed that Gerard had told him what was for dinner and something else.

"Oh, that's great Gee, really."

"Yeah, I kinda of learned how to make it today. Never really made it before. Just decided to give it a shot."

A text came in and Frank contemplated ignoring it, but when he heard Gerard cleaning in the kitchen he pulled his phone out. He was pissed when he saw the text and started answering it, and then another came in, and another. Frank was at the point of throwing the phone when Gerard came out with a tray laden with what looks like some kind of Mexican food. Did he mention what it was? Frank could not remember. Gerard presented it very nicely with beans and rice. It looked really good, he just hoped that he could do the compliments justice with his mind so preoccupied.

"Wow baby, you really out did yourself this time. This looks amazing!"

Gerard blushed and smiled.

"Thanks. I hope you like it."

Frank pulled one of the burrito things onto his plate with a scoop of rice and beans. He began eating and texting at the same time. He was more than halfway through the food when he realized that he was alone. He put his phone down and got up. He walked into the kitchen that was now spotless and gleaming. He saw Gerard on his hands and knees cleaning the corner cabinets with a scrub pad.

"Hey Gee, are you not going to eat too?"

Gerard looked up abruptly and shook his head.

"I already had a salad,"

He spoke quickly and then adverted his attention back to the floor.

"So take as much as you want, oh and you could even take some to lunch. I could set it up for you in the morning."

Frank sighed. He ran a hand over his face. There was no way to avoid this anymore.

"Gerard, I'm not going to be here in the morning."

Gerard stopped what he was doing and looked back up at Frank, confused and worried. He could tell that all kinds of thoughts were running through the poor man’s head, 'what did I do wrong? Does he need a break from me already?’

"W-What?"

"One of my bands is fucked up and I have to fly out and deal with it. I don't want to go because I know what it is going to do to me, but being the boss, it is my job."

Frank looked at the ceiling as his phone went off again, this time ringing. He growled at it and picked it up.

"What!? What the fuck do you want?! I said yeah, no, don't do anything fucking stupid till I get there! What!? yeah, alright bye!"

Gerard stared at the floor and bit his bottom lip, hard. He got up on his feet and dropped the rag in the sink. He had his back to Frank as he muttered out an 'okay'. Frank immediately went to his wife. He circled his arms around him and held him tight. He needed the man to understand that he did not want to leave.

"Geebear, I don’t want to leave, I don't. It's my fucking job and honestly the part that Greta hated the most. Maybe that's why she stopped..."

Frank could not continue his thought, it hurt way too much to even think that it was his fault that his marriage fucked up. He had to hold back his emotions and be there for Gerard. Gerard took a deep breath and allowed himself to melt in Frank's embrace.

"How long are you going to be gone?"

"About a week maybe longer, but I fucking hope not. I will talk to you each day that I am out, and I will fucking go out and buy a webcam so we can see each other."

Frank felt Gerard slump a bit in his arms. He just held onto him proving that he would never let go and let him fall.

"A week? Maybe longer?"

His voice started to get smaller, quieter, weaker, and Frank was even more concerned.

"Hey Gee, Gee, it is alright, don’t worry, look you can have Spencer stay over or you can even go stay there. I really don’t mind. Whatever makes you happy. Fuck, I wish I could bring you with me, but I don’t know what I am dealing with."

Frank led Gerard to the living room and sat him on his lap on the sofa. He felt him curl into his chest as he told him all about the scum bag guy who ran off with the horn player from another band and fucked up both bands royally.

"Does it make sense now Gee why I have to go?"

Gerard sniffed and nodded. Frank knew that he realized he sounded like a brat, but he really did not want Frank gone for a whole fucking week... or more and Frank did not want it either.

"Fuck."

"Baby, I don’t want to go, I really don't."

Frank allowed Gerard's tears to fall and rocked and held him. After a few minutes when Gerard stopped, he lifted his face up and licked away the tears. He kissed each eye and smiled up at him. Gerard smiled back small, but it was there.

"Hey, how about you help me pack and then we can go to bed early and cuddle?"

Gerard sniffed again, nodding.

"Okay. Yeah."

Frank helped Gerard stand up and led him upstairs to their room. He sat Gerard on the bed and pulled out his duffle from the closet. He unfolded it and started to throw basics in like socks and underwear. Gerard helped. He grabbed ties from the closet and laid them across the bed and looked over them.

"D'you know which suits you're taking with you?"

He asked, fiddling with a forest green tie.

"Um... actually I never know what to take. I usually bum around in band tees and jeans and reuse the same black suit. *sigh* Greta always packed my clothes before so I never had to worry. Since she has been gone, I just winged it."

Frank sat down on the bed. He really was clueless without his ex. He felt defeated and ashamed in front of his new wife. What did he really bring to this marriage other than financial stability?

"Gee, I don't know what I am going to do without you there every day to take care of me."

Gerard rolled his eyes playfully and then pushed his hand through his husband’s hair.

"It's the other way around. What am I going to do without you? I won't have anyone to cook for, no heavy cleaning. I'll be so bored. Not to mention no sex..."

"Well, we can use the phone for that and um... you always have Spencer if you get really uh... yeah."

Gerard shrugged and pursed his lips.

"Spencer's not you though."

Frank smirked and pulled his wife into his lap.

"Well I should hope not, otherwise you would have no reason to let me fuck you or do this."

Frank pulled Gerard's neck to him and licked a stripe up his collarbone to his ear. He nibbled on it a bit enjoying the hitched breath of Gerard and how he pushed into the touch.

"I think the packing can wait till later."

Gerard giggled, tipping his head to the side to allow his husband full access to his throat and jaw. He groaned, gasping when Frank nibbled on that spot on his neck that was so damn sensitive.

"Are you sure?"

Frank pushed up into Gerard to prove how hard he was already. When he felt Gerard press back he growled and flipped them over so that Gerard was on the bed and he was on top. He started to open the satin blue blouse that Gerard was wearing, one button at a time.

"Yeah, I am sure."

Frank slid down further as each button opened up to him. He slid onto his knees and started to pull the waistband of the tight grey pants down exposing light blue ribbed underwear that he was wearing. He worked the pants all the way off while he licked and sucked on Gerard's hips trailing his tongue to his inner thighs. He bit down on the exposed pale flush causing Gerard to buck under him. Gerard let out a breathy moan and arched his back as he worked his fingers through Frank's greasy hair. He was hard now. So hard. Frank needed to do something or he was going to start whining. Frank briefly had the thought that he was using this to distract Gerard from the enviable, but it went out the window as he felt Gerard pushing his fingers into his scalp. Frank was a sucker for hair play. Pete found this out easily, and whenever he wanted something he would just worm his way into Frank's hair and tug softly at it. He grabbed onto Gerard's thighs and dug in his fingers as he licked a long stripe up the side of his cock. Once at the top he wasted no time and plunged down till there was nothing else he could take in. Careful to breathe through his nose, he began a languid pace. Gerard moaned up at the ceiling and moved his hips up and down slowly, helping guide himself in and out of Frank’s mouth.

"So, soooo good Frankie."

Gerard whimpered, gasping and tugging on to Frank’s hair. Frank decided that words were not necessary in this case. He let his actions speak for how he felt right now. He swirled his tongue around the base as he slowly moved his way up to the head again. He sucked hard on it, nipping lightly at the tip. He recently found out that this drove Gerard crazy and he wondered if anyone else had ever done that before. He was answered by Gerard crying out and pulled so hard on his hair that there was pain, sweet delicious pain in his scalp. Frank went back down again and repeated this move several times leaving Gerard gasping for air. Gerard was close now. Just from that one move and he was about to lose it.

"F-Frank... Oh, oh... God, yes."

Gerard moaned loosening his grip.

"I'm gonna cum."

That is just what Frank wanted to hear. His final act was hidden out of Gerard's sight. He had slicked up his fingers secretly and with no warning he plunged two of them inside of his wife, angling to hit his prostate perfectly. He did a mental countdown and listened as his wife screamed out in pleasure and shook. That surprised Gerard. It really shouldn't have, but he's glad it did because it helped him reach climax quicker. He came with a shout of, 'Oh God!' and thrusted down on Frank’s fingers one last time. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, and he was soon coming back to reality when Frank slowly slipped his fingers out of Gerard's body.

"How was that baby?"

Frank's voice was raw, but he did not care. The sounds that came from Gerard were music to his ears and heart and made up for any pain he might have. Gerard licked his lips.

"That was good, amazing, but right now it is your turn."

Gerard remained on his back and signaled Frank to get on top of him. Frank did, slowly and gently.

"I want you to fuck my mouth."

Frank felt better hearing this for some reason. When Gerard told him to get on top, he thought that he wanted to have sex and honestly Frank did not think the moment was well... appropriate if that is believable. This was not about that, it was about... well fuck, he did not know. Frank shed his pants and groaned as the fabric slipped off his hardened cock. He watched as Gerard scooted back more so that his head was on the pillows. Frank carefully crawled up and sat lightly on Gerard's chest. He used the headboard as leverage and to hold up his weight. He smiled down at his debauched playmate. Gerard was covered in a sheen of sweat that glistened like drops of dew in the light of the lamp. His lashes fluttered as he was still on the high of his orgasm, but slowly coming down. He looked so pure at this moment, which was amusing considering he was about to do a pretty dirty act. Frank inwardly chuckled.

"Alright baby, easy now."

Gerard parted his lips and Frank slipped his cock into the moist heat of his mouth. Just from contact he moaned out.

"God, it feels so good already."

He began to slowly thrust in and out pulling on the headboard to control the speed. He watched his cock, now covered in saliva, slip in and out of his wife's mouth. That alone was enough to make him want to cum, but he held off not wanting to ruin the moment. Frank knew the way he must look to Gerard. In the heat of passion, Pete once described it to him.


”It was the way your brows stitched together. How your mouth hangs open due to your slack, perfect, jaw. You looked like you were overwhelmed with pleasure.“


Pete used to get off on this, and Frank knew that Gerard was getting off on how he had the ability to make his husband feel/look this way. It was all too much. Gerard tightened his mouth around his husband and hummed. That was the right move because Frank moaned out loudly and his hips stuttered.

"Fuck, so good, ah Gee."

Frank was not going to last no matter how much he wanted to. Gerard was too good. Once again, Frank marveled at how stupid his ex-husbands were to mistreat him and let him go. Well their loss was Frank's sweet gain. He would have thought about it more, but he felt his brains leaking out as he did one last thrust and came hard into Gerard's tightly sealed mouth. Gerard swallowed, his eyes on Frank as he did. And when Frank pulled out Gerard took his thumb and index fingers and rubbed the corners of his mouth, making sure he didn't miss a drop of Frank’s cum.

"Mmmm... S'good"

Gerard moaned, putting on a show for his husband. He licked his lips and raked his fingers through his hair.

"Fuck, baby you have no idea how good you look right now."

Frank flopped down next to him and pulled Gerard into a warm embrace. He placed Gerard's head on his shoulder and carded his fingers through his hair lovingly. This, this is what he will miss the most honestly. Just having his wife listening to the beat of his heart as it slows down from the amazing orgasm he was given to the quiet beat that tells him he is still alive.

"Are you hungry Geebear?"

Gerard shook his head and yawned.

"Sleepy..."

He whispered into Frank’s chest closing his eyes.

"I'm going to grab myself something to eat then."

Frank got up and went to the bathroom. He got a washcloth and made sure it had warm water on it so that it was not a shock to Gerard's body. He carefully cleaned off his cock after taking care of Gerard first. He then slipped Gerard's shirt off and tucked him into the bed. He kissed him lightly and dimmed the lights.

"I'll be back in a minute baby."


***Gerard & Frank***


Gerard hummed out his response and cuddled into the sheets and pillows. He was so exhausted from that day's heavy cleaning that he was quickly losing consciousness. His eyes were closing on their own and his body was jello-like. He was crashing hard and he didn't fight against it. Sadness was the last emotion that washed over him as he passed out... Frank wasn't going to be there when he woke up. When morning rolled around the corner the sun peeked through the corner and Gerard blinked his eyes open and yawned. He lifted his head slowly and looked at the empty spot on the bed. It was cold when he ran his hand across it. Gerard sighed and sat up slowly. He was already missing his husband. He's sad that he didn't get to see him off and he's even more sad about the fact that he wasn't woken up to at least get a kiss goodbye from him.

"Fuck."

Gerard murmured, running his fingers through his greasy, unruly hair. He felt like complete shit.

"Good morning Mrs. Iero. Your breakfast is waiting for you downstairs."

Charles bowed and walked out of the room. Gerard sighed and dropped back into bed. He hollered for the butler.

"Charlie!".

Charlie entered through the door and rose a brow at him.

"Yes, Mrs. Iero?"

Gerard sighed again and rolled over onto his side.

"Can you bring my breakfast up?"

"Sorry Mrs. Iero. I have orders not to, besides, I think you are going to want to come downstairs anyway."

He bowed once again, and this time gave a little smile before leaving. Gerard groaned, annoyed, and threw the blankets off his body and jumped out of bed. He went to the bathroom and fixed himself. He brushed his teeth, slowly and washed his face. He didn't waste time getting down the stairs and when he turned into the kitchen his eyes shot wide open.

"Frankie!"

He screamed, running towards his husband, and threw his arms over his shoulders.

"Hey baby, you didn’t really think that I would leave without saying goodbye did you?"

Frank could feel the tears of his wife soaking his shirt. He did not care, he could change on the plane before he lands. he wrapped his arms around the sobbing figure and caressed his back.

"Shh shh easy baby, come, have breakfast with me."

Frank helped Gerard to the island where he had several confections laid out. Apparently he had woken up early and decided to make fresh scones with jam and fresh cream. He knew they would travel well and Gerard could keep some for when he was gone. Once Gerard was settled, he poured him a cup of coffee and plated up the scones for him. Frank had made three different kinds, always remembering that Gerard had a love of fruits. A triple berry scone was placed in front of him. Frank kissed his cheek lightly and settled into his own seat.

"Enjoy Gee, they are still warm from the oven."

With that he took a bite of his before adding anything to it. He smiled as the pastry flaked a bit and he licked it off his lips. Gerard smiled at his husband, taking a bite out of his breakfast. He let out a content sigh and closed his eyes. After he finished chewing he stuck a finger into his mouth and sucked off the mess of crumbs.

"So good, sweetie."

Gerard gave him a thumbs up, and then took another bite from the scone.

Frank sat there and watched his wife with a contented sigh. He watched as his tongue curled around his fingers as he cleaned each one off. He had to berate himself for this because it meant he was getting hard and he had no time this morning. Fuck, why did Gerard have to look so good, even in the morning with bed head and his robe, part way open revealing his amazing legs and... fuck, ugh, thinking unsexy things right now.

"So uh... Gee Gee, right Gee, So I put my itinerary on the fridge, and one on my desk in the home office. I also faxed one to Ray and Pete. Depending on how long all this takes, I could be home as early as three days or as late as two weeks. Ugh, I hate Texas too, so damn hot, even this time of year."

Gerard crossed his legs and rested his elbows on the island. He glared at the fridge and nodded slowly, very slow motion like and then looked to Frank.

"Hopefully you'll be back in three days. That would be super awesome."

Gerard took a napkin off the table and wiped his hands on it.

"It would baby, it really would. So I will call you when I touch down in Texas. Then we will talk tonight all right? I think we will be like two or three hours difference by then. Oh and I will know for sure how long it will take by then as well."

Frank finished his scone and his coffee. He looked at his watch and sighed. He got off the stool and put his suit jacket on. He chose the purple one because one day he was wearing a purple tie in the airport and some red neck asshole called him a fag. If they thought a purple tie made him a fag, he could only imagine what the jacket would say. He could not wait, and cracked his knuckles in anticipation. He licked his lips and leered. Gerard also got off his stool and briskly stepped over to Frank, in front of him, and straightened out his tie.

"Okay. You do look really good in purple by the way."

Gerard smirked, letting his hands move up to Frank’s shoulders and started to rub them gently. Fuck this was not working out in his favor... well it was, but not... Frank's brain was having trouble computing the way Gerard was rubbing his shoulders and then moving down to his chest again to play with the buttons on his shirt.

"Geebear, please, I uh, really have to get going and... aw, fuck it."

Frank grabbed Gerard's neck and pulled him into a hard kiss. He felt Gerard open up to him as he explored his mouth, savoring the taste of the coffee and confections they had this morning. He felt Gerard's knees begin to buckle and he let it happen until Gerard was on his knees on the floor.

"Do we have time?"

Gerard looked up slightly out of breath.

"Fuck, I'm the one doing the flying, the fuckers can wait!"

That was all Gerard needed to hear. He unzipped and unbuttoned Frank’s slacks, and pulled his member out quickly. Gerard didn't even give himself a second to brace for it. He already had his lips wrapped around his husband’s cock, sucking and working him in and out of his mouth. He was going to miss this. Not so much getting his cock sucked expertly, but more the man on his knees that was so willing to please him. It was not because he was forced, but because he really wanted to. That kind of devotion was hard to find in any relationship, man or woman. Frank finally found someone that liked to suck cock as much as he did, which is always a fucking bonus.

"Fuck baby, so good, too good, not going to last this time."

Gerard hummed around his husband’s length in response, and spread his knees apart until he was able to take Frank’s cock further down his throat. He gagged, but only for a split second and just kept on going. Watching Gerard on his knees there for his pleasure only sent Frank into overdrive. He ran his hands through his hair and grabbed a fistful. He felt Gerard take it as a sign and relax his throat. Frank then started to fuck his mouth hard and fast. Gerard tightened up his lips, and Frank could feel the suction as he glided in and out of the moist cavern of his mouth.

"Oh fuck oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, oh Gerard!"

Gerard was hard from this. He was so hard he was leaking through his underwear. Just listening to Frank get off was too fucking much for him. He felt like he could climax just from that. Gerard worked his right hand around the base of Frank’s cock, tightly, and his left hand palmed his balls. He groped and massaged his husband there in the ways that blew his mind. Gerard knew his husband was close by the way his breath hitched in his throat, to the way his knees buckled and how hands tightened in Gerard's hair. Gerard would not let up. Even with Frank's half breathed warning, he just added to the moment by using both his hands. He was done now. With no additional warnings he started to send hot spurts of cum down his wife's throat. Gerard blinked up at Frank as he swallowed. His eyes were a bit watery and his face was flushed.

"Oh shit Gee, are you okay baby? Your eyes are all red! Did I hurt you? I should have been more careful."

Frank dropped to his knees and gently cradled Gerard's face in his hands. He wiped under his eye with his thumb. Even with all this, the natural beauty that he possessed shone through. Frank looked down and saw that Gerard was still fucking hard. He spent all the time making sure his husband came that he neglected himself. Frank kept one hand on Gerard's face as he reached between his legs and rubbed against Gerard's cock giving the man the friction that he needed to get off. Gerard pushed into the touch and whined out.

"M'unnnf. F-Frankie... Oh, God."

Frank smirked, he loved when Gerard got needy like this. He really wanted to push Gerard down and suck him, but time would not allow for it. He reached inside Gerard's underwear and began to slowly stroke him.

"That's it baby, show me that beautiful face of yours when you cum."

Gerard gripped onto Frank’s wrist and his body stiffened. He came hard, staring into Frank’s eyes, his mouth open agape releasing small gasps.

"I am going to remember this and jerk off to it at three thousand feet I swear."

Frank pulled his hand out of Gerard's underwear and smeared some of his cum on Gerard's lips before pressing into a kiss, and licking it all away before Gerard had a chance to.

"Fuck me, that was good. Shit, I really go to get going now. Walk me out and kiss me goodbye?"

Gerard nodded and started to stand up with Frank's help.

"I'll walk you out, but after I kiss you goodbye, you're not getting out without a fight."

Gerard giggled, taking Frank's hand as they walked towards the front door. Charles was there to hand Frank his black overcoat. He handed it to Gerard who held it as Frank slipped his arms inside of it. Charles then handed Gerard his white trench and Frank did the same for his wife. He then opened the door and after saluting Charles, he and Gerard walked to the limo where Louis was leaning reading the morning paper.

"Mornin folks. I took the liberty of calling ahead to the airport and letting them know you was runnin late Mr. Iero."

"Thank you Lou. I love how you can anticipate the situation."

"Aww twernt nothin. Knowing you and the missus, I figured the goodbye would be prolonged."

Gerard fixed his hair and chuckled. Lou was awesome.

"Yeah, thanks Louie."

"No problem Mrs. Iero. Now, if you will excuse me, I will go grab the luggage so that you can say goodbye again."

Frank turned to Gerard and smiled. He reached up and caressed his face.

"I'm gonna miss you Geebear."

Gerard released a deep breath and nodded against Franks hands.

"I'm gonna' miss you too... So much. Be back soon please?"

"I will be back as soon as I can and I will call you everyday, I promise."

Frank pulled Gerard to him and kissed him sweet and softly. Just lightly running his tongue over his lips, but not trying to push in. He pulled away, and a string of saliva connected them for a second. When it broke, Frank chuckled. He turned and saw Louis coming with the luggage and hefting it into the trunk. Louis then rounded the car and opened the door for him.

"I love you Gerard Iero."

"I love you too.”

Gerard spoke sadly, watching Frank hop into the car. Frank rolled down the window and reached out and took Gerard's hand with his engagement and wedding band on them. He kissed it lightly and looked up to see Gerard's eyes filling with tears. He squeezed it once an then let go. He heard the engine turnover.

"Bye Gee."


***Timeline: Tuesday, Oct 23rd***



;***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."

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***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.

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***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.

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***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.

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. and nothing else.

"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."

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***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."

Notes

See, I told you guys you would not like Mikey, but now what would Frank want to talk to Mikey about hmmmmm?