***Time Stamp: Monday, November 12th***
***Gerard***

Gerard was extremely nervous for his first day at the Gallery. He was indecisive about his outfit, and his hair wasn't on its best behavior. The only thing that seemed to be making him not so stressed was Stan, who did all the talking when it came down to it. Gerard was thankful and he was sure the man can sense that his anxiety levels were shooting through the roof. Stan walked along the gallery, pointing at various paintings, telling Gerard who did them, and how they managed to get their work up.

"Ah, Kassandra!"

Stan chirped, and Gerard looked to who he was talking to.

"Gerard, this is the lovely Kassandra Tineley. Kassandra, this little bombshell is Gerard Iero, wife of thee Frank Iero."

He introduced the two and Gerard stuck his hand out for Kassandra to shake. She was a pleasantly plump woman, probably five to ten years Gerard's senior, but she was a unique beauty. Her hair was jet black and her eyes were deep blue. What really caught his eye was her perfect smile, so genuine and astonishingly white.

"Hi Gerard, nice to meet you, just call me Kassie, it's easier. Wife of Frank Iero, eh? Do people just go crazy when they hear your last name?"

She chuckled lightly, still holding Gerard's hand in a shake.

"Sometimes, but then again, he is who he is."

Kassandra looked to Stan and made an exaggeratedly shocked expression at him.

"He's sassy! I like him. Should I be terrified or excited?"

"Both!"

Stan bellowed, wrapping his arm around Gerard's shoulder protectively.

"Isn't he just a little bumblebee? You two will get along perfectly."

He removed his arm from Gerard's shoulder and then brought his wrist close to his face and examined his Rolex.

"Uh oh... Look at the Time. The wife'll be wondering where I am."

Gerard rolled his eyes at the mention of Mikey. He wanted to tell Stan, 'Mikey's not thinking about you. He’s too busy fucking Brendon and plotting to destroy my marriage', but he didn't. Instead he smiled and batted his lashes.

"Get goin' then."

Kassandra gently elbowed Stan's side and winked. Stan laughed loudly and everyone close by stopped what they were doing and looked at him, laughing quietly too. Stan did have a funny, unique laugh. He sounded like he was going to sneeze, but the 'Ahhhhhh!' ends with a jubilant: Heh-Heh-HA! Gerard couldn't help but laugh along. He was happy. So far his first day was going smoothly. He had Kassandra take him under her wing. She showed him around and, and told him all about what he'd be doing as a Curator. Things like manage the museum, look after the collections, and mange staff that were all under his control. The best part of it all was if anything went wrong all he had to do was call either Kassandra or Stan, and he was so grateful for them. He really was... but the thought of him constantly calling Stan on his phone worried him. Mikey would throw a fit and try and get Frank involved. So, maybe Kassandra would always be his first option. Yeah... she definitely will be... especially with a brother like Mikey.



***Timestamp: Friday***







***Frank***






”Hey baby? Why don’t we go out and celebrate your first week at the job?”

Well all it took was that suggestion for Gerard to jump on the phone and call Spencer to invite him out. That meant that Pete was going to come of course. Frank chuckled at how excited and animated Gerard was on the phone with Spencer. He hurriedly told him about his first week and the lovely woman that he met, whose name Frank could not remember for the life of him right now. Gerard passed Frank the phone claiming that Pete wanted to talk to him.

”Man, how are you gonna talk if you are too busy with a cock in your mouth.”

”Ha ha ha, only in your dreams Petey, yes and in mine too.”

”Hmmm, I really didn’t have a place in mind, why, do you?”

”Oh yeah! I bet the wives would like that. Alright, should we meet you there or…”

”No, sounds good, we will be ready. See you tomorrow.”

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The pulse of the club could be felt before they even walked in the doors. The Cubbyhole was a favorite of both Pete and Frank. They liked it because it pretty much welcomed everyone, gay or not. There was a comfortable atmosphere and a sense of belonging.

"Man, this place hasn't changed has it Pete?"

"Nope, and it's nice to know."

Frank slinked an arm around Gerard and pulled him in tight. Fuck if he did not look amazing tonight. When Frank mentioned a club, Gerard pulled out all the stops and the glitter came out. His skin sparkled in the moving lights and it took every ounce of will power for Frank to not bend Gerard over the bar and fuck him raw.

"Did I tell you that you look fucking amazing tonight?"

"Yeah, actually..."

Gerard laughed, staring in to Frank's eyes.

"That's gotta be the hundredth time, but keep it comin'. You're makin' my head big. I like it."

He ran his hands down Frank's chest, and kissed his cheek.

"Mmmm, you like things big, don't you baby?"

Frank maneuvered Gerard over to the bar and pushed him onto a stool. He stood between his legs and sucked on his neck. He loved hearing Gerard whimper as he brought the blood to the surface, marking him as his.

"All right you two, get a drink or get a room."

Gerard playfully pushed Frank back as Pete took the stool next to him and pulled Spencer onto his lap. He signaled for the bartender, who was wearing some very tight neon green pants. When he got hard, everyone would know it.


"What can I get for you boys."

"Well honey, you have three drinkers and one non, so whip us up something amazing and one without spirits."

"You got it sugar."



***Spencer***






Spencer watched as Gerard looked around the bar and smiled when he caught a man staring at him. The man smiled back and started drinking his drink. Gerard turned his attention back to Frank. He was talking very closely to Pete, saying something in his ear. They looked so comfortable together.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

Gerard touched Spencer's arm.

"Come with me."

Spencer knew in a place like this, Gerard was not comfortable walking by himself.

"All right Gee baby."

As they walked across the room to the restrooms, Spencer began to notice that some people were wearing bandannas on their body or tucked in their pockets. Some on the left, others on the right. He leaned into Gerard to be heard above the music.

"I wonder if it is a fashion statement or something with the bandannas. I mean most don't even match what they are wearing."

Gerard laughed loudly and pushed open the bathroom door.

"Hanky code, Spence. Fourth husband had a thing for it."

Gerard stepped to the sink and fluffed his hair as he stared into the mirror.

"Maybe we could do that with our husbands?"

Spencer stepped up to Gerard and slipped his arms around his waist.

"Sounds kinky, tell me more."

Gerard smirked at their reflection.

"Well, you wear bandanas and there's a sex thing behind every color. If you wear it on your left you're topping. You wear it on your right you're bottoming."

So that would make you wear all yours on the right then Gee baby."

Spencer laughed as Gerard hit him lightly on the shoulder. This was not an easy move because he was still facing forward. Spencer leaned into Gerard's neck and breathed in deeply. Gerard smelled so good right now.

"Fuck Gee baby, you are such a turn on the way you smell. I swear you embody sex."

Gerard turned himself around and rested his arms on Spencer's shoulders. He pressed a kiss against his lips and smiled against them.

"You're one to talk. I'm so desperate for your cock sometimes, it drives me crazy. You've always been the best at making me feel like I'm on a high."

"Well at least the high is natural now. Fuck, I do miss being able to fuck you, but at least we get to be together in some way. I for one am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth."

Spencer pushed Gerard into another kiss and felt him push against his hips. He smirked into it and moved his thigh so that it was between Gerard's legs. He pushed up a little and felt Gerard rub against it.

"Someone is horny huh?"

Gerard nodded and brought his hand against the back of Spencer's neck.

"We should get back to our husbands though."

He turned around again, facing the mirror, and fixed his hair one last time before exiting the room.



***Pete***






Pete looked up and saw them returning. As they made their way back, Pete saw how they were glowing against the lights and smirked. He leaned into Frank.

"Something tells me that our wives were doing more than checking their hair."

Frank looked up and could not miss that look of lust in his wife's eyes. He lifted an eyebrow and Pete just laughed. Just then the bartender brought the drinks over. He carefully placed the one virgin in front of Frank. He leaned in and whispered into Frank's ear.

"I would keep an eye on that little number of yours. It seems his friend has designs on him."

Frank laughed and whispered back.

"No worries, they have season passes."

"Oh!"

The bartender stood back up.

"Well aren’t you a doll to understand your man's needs. Yours is on the house then sugar."

"Thanks, then this is for you to keep, since you have such good taste."

Frank pulled a twenty out of his pocket and fit it snuggly into the top of the man's pants after pulling them away from his hips. He let them snap back and winked at the guy. The bartender blushed and headed over to help another patron.

"Smooth moves Iero as always."



***Gerard***






Gerard took his drink off the bar and sipped it.

"This is sooo good!"

He thrusted his drink at his friend

"Spence, try this."

”Easy Gee baby, I have my own remember?”

Spencer took a sip of his drink and groaned at the taste, he then circled his arms around his husband and kissed him open mouthed, inviting his tongue in to play.

"It’s good, but I think you make the drink taste better."

Spencer giggled as Pete wiggled his eyebrows at him. The four sat and drank for a little while till an infectious beat came on. Spencer grabbed Gerard's hand.

"Come on Gee baby, let's dance."

Gerard jumped up and rushed to the dance floor with Spencer.

He had a nice buzz going so dancing sounded like a good idea. Spencer pulled Gerard into the center of the crowd. He put his hands on Gerard's hips and pulled him forward. He wiggled his eyebrows at him and Gerard laughed because Spencer can't do it as well as Pete and Frank can. Gerard drapes his arms over Spencer's shoulders, and they move in time with the music.

”I can't remember the last time we danced like this Gee."

"I know. I'm having so much fun!"

He grabbed Spencer's face and kissed him hard on the lips.

"Mmmm"

Spencer melted into Gerard's kiss. Gerard had a way of making him go weak in the knees. He pulled the boy tighter to him and once again pushes his thigh between Gerard's leg. He can feel that Gerard is still half hard from the bathroom.

"Well well ladies, are you going to give us a show?"

Spencer breaks the kiss and looks over his shoulder. There is a greasy lounge lizard standing there with trademark sunglasses, and toothpick sticking out of his mouth. He even has a godawful fake silk shirt that is open way too low to be anything but sleazy looking. His chest hair is a sight and looks like gnarled barbwire. Gerard would bet that this guy thinks that they are both women, and the way they are both dressed is not helping at all. He looks over at the bar for Pete or Frank, but they are both talking to the bartender.

"Fuck."

"What was that sweetness. You want to fuck?"

"Back off, pig. C'mon, Spence. Let's go."

Gerard took his friend’s hand and led him through the crowd of sweaty people.

"You know where I come from ladies have manners and don't walk away when a gentleman speaks to her."

Gerard looks up and sees that his way has been blocked by another stupid looking goon. He turns to Spencer and sees the other one is now behind Spencer. They crowd the two of them in. The guys place their hands on their hips and force them together. All four moving to the music, unwillingly, but unknown to the other club goers. It feels like Paris all over again.



***Pete***






The bartender was lifting his head up with laughter at a joke that Frank cracked when it quickly turned into a frown.

"Oh great, those assholes are back again."

Pete looked over in the direction he was looking.

"Who are they Luke?"

"Think of them like those idiots from that late night Saturday show, but worse."

”Worse?"

"Yeah, they accost women and well, I need to get the bouncer now, excuse me gentleman."

Pete looked back at the men and they looked like they already had their prey.

"Hey Frankie? Do you see Gerard and Spence anywhere?"

"Get your fucking hands off of me!"

Gerard screamed, kicking the man square against his crotch. He fell onto the floor from the force, clutching his balls. He croaked, trying to pick himself up.

"Fucking bitch! You're dead!"

Frank heard it, the voice that he did not want to hear. Before anyone could stop him he was across the club to a man lying on the floor holding his balls and another grabbing his wife... his property. Frank stopped thinking, he just acted. Moving like lightning he leaped onto the dance floor and jumping over the guy on the floor. He smashed his fist into the other man's face. The man let go of Gerard and bent forward and that was when Frank delivered a kick to his teeth.

"No One Touches My Property!"

Spencer had recoiled back from the violence. He heard how angry Frank could get, but to see it was something else. He felt a hand on his shoulder and spun around to see Pete. He buried his face in his chest and Pete soothed him by stroking his hair.

"It's alright baby, I got you. I'm sorry that I did not get here sooner."

"Frank he, and I, and then he."

Spencer was cut off by the sound of crunching bone. He turned around and saw Frank behind the guy pulling his arm up and the sound of breaking.

”If you even lay a hand on him or anybody else again, I will personally end your life!"

Spencer looked over at Gerard. The look on his face was... reverence. He could not believe that Gerard was proud of his husband right now.

"Gee! Stop him please!"

Gerard gave a blank stare to Spencer and took him from Pete and guided him through the crowd.

"It's okay. It's fine."

Gerard kept whispering this over and over, moving them towards the exit.

Pete watched Gerard trying to make Spencer understand. Meanwhile Pete needed to get him and Frank out of there and quickly.

"Frankie love, come on, this joker isn’t worth it. The boys are safe."

Frank looked up at Pete and dropped the guy. He had specks of blood on his face mixing with his sweat. He licked it off and moved away from the mess he created. He took Pete's hand and they moved to the exit. Pete kept him ducked away from the crowd and somehow they got out of there with no more incident. He saw Spencer and Gerard smoking outside. Frank moved to Gerard and embraced him.

"Baby, I am so sorry. I should have been there. I should have protected you. I failed, just like in Paris."

"No... um, it's okay. It's not your fault, Frankie."

Gerard pulled out of Frank’s embrace and tossed his half-finished cigarette to the floor and stomped on it. He was shaking like a leaf. His nerves couldn't take any more of the harassment.

"I'm fine."

He hugged himself and adverted his eyes to the crushed cigarette.

"You're lying to me. I can see it."

Frank felt horrible. He left Gerard vulnerable, and he let his temper get to him. He turned to Pete.

"Get them home safely. I'm gonna go back to the office for a bit and work."

"Frankie..."

Pete watched as Frank got into the car and Louis drove off. Pete's car came next. Tyler got out and opened the door.

"Everything alright Sir?"

"No not really Ty."

Spencer guided Gerard into the car and held him. He knew that Gerard was really shook up.

"Why does this always happen to me?"

Gerard spoke in a whisper, resting his head on Spencer's shoulder. The car drove off as the tears began to fall.



***Frank***






”FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKKK!”

Frank hit the heavy bag again and again that was located in the gym on premise at the office building. He was sweating like crazy and had long since abandoned his shirt. He was stupid to let his anger take him again. This time he succeeded in scaring both Gerard and Spencer. Why the fuck can he not control it?!

”Greta!”

She made him like this. The fights they had, and he was never this bad. She preyed on his loss of the heroin and used it against him, but it was too late to see her for the succubus that she really was by then. He punched the bag again and fell to the ground on his knees. He lay his head against the bag as it barely moved at all. He was exhausted. He felt arms encircle him and pull him back into a warm chest. He felt little light kisses along his neck and then a nip on his ear.

”Pete.”

Pete moved around to the front of Frank. He looked at him and sighed.

”What am I going to do with you Frankie?”

”Are they alright, did I scare them badly?”

”Spencer is a little shook up, but Gerard is alright. He did ask if Spencer could sleep over so I think you will have some company in bed.”

”I’ll just sleep here tonight.”

”You will not. Your wife is expecting you home and I don’t care if you share a bed with Spencer.”

”You’re too good to me Petey.”

”Yeah well you owe me again Iero.”

”What do I owe you Wentz?”

”I don’t know, may be a shot in the sack with your hot wife.”

Frank laughed and punched Pete in the arm. Pete smiled back and helped Frank off the ground.

”Come on smelly man, let’s get you in the shower, and then home to your wife.”

”Yeah right, you just want to see me naked.”

”Yeah and?”

Frank laughed as Pete began to strip and follow Frank into the shower room.



***Timestamp: Monday***




***Gerard & Frank***






Gerard stood in the closet, staring at his reflection in the full body mirror and tied the black velvet hanky around his right side belt loop. He rested his hands on his hips and examined himself in different angles.


"No."

He groaned aloud and untied the hanky and sighed.

"Where do I put you...?"

His eyes lit up when he had an idea. He pulled his slacks up a bit, exposing his right leg, and bent over to tie the bandanna around his ankle. He stood back up and looked at himself. You can slightly see the material and that's all he needed. Gerard knew Frank wouldn't miss it. The man had telescope eyes.

"Perfect."

Gerard grinned at his reflection and flicked his fringe out of his eyes. Frank was in for a treat.

"Hey baby, Frankie's home!"

Frank walked in and saw the table set for dinner. He smiled at how much of a perfect homemaker Gerard still was despite having a job now. Any worries that Gerard had that he could not keep up with both were completely unfounded. The smell from the kitchen was amazing as always. He was happy that the mess from the weekend had blown over. Gerard could not stay mad at him and he is pretty sure the soul sucking blowjob he gave him showed that Frank was truly sorry.

"Hey you!"

Gerard chirped, coming down stairs while securing his apron.

"How was work? I bet you're hungry."

Frank just stared. It was amazing how his wife could make a simple black apron look like a million dollars on him.


"Oh I am hungry, but I am not sure if it is for what you have in the oven though."

Gerard giggled, stepping by him and into the kitchen.

"You're always hungry for that."

He reached over for the serving dish, causing his slacks to rise up a bit. Frank was staring at him, he knew it, but he wasn't sure if he had a good view of the hanky.

"Well can you blame me baby? You are just so... whoops hang on."

Frank was stepping to hug Gerard when he realized his shoe lace was untied. He took a knee to tie it. When he was down there he looked up and realized that Gerard had something tied around his right ankle. He looked up at Gerard, but Gerard was busy gathering dishes. He took a better look and realized that it was a hanky. Frank's eyes went wide. Apparently Gerard learned more that night at the bar then Frank realized. Did Gerard know what those colors meant? Frank stood up and wrapped his hands around his wife's slender figure.

"So what's for dinner baby, I mean besides you?"

Gerard grinned and pressed his back against Frank’s chest.

"Well, I made some vegetarian lasagna. And for dessert..."

He trailed off and giggled when Frank kissed the back of his neck.

"I guess I'm for dessert?"

"Mmmm, I cannot wait. In fact, I may want to capture it for later enjoyment?"

Frank slapped Gerard's ass and sauntered into the dining room to wait for Gerard to serve him. He truly felt like the king of his castle. Gerard whirled around and watched his husband walk into the dining room, his head up and chin jutted. ‘Fuck yes!’ Gerard thought, smirking to himself.

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Dinner was amazing as always. Even though Gerard had made vegetarian lasagna for him before, it was different every time. It always had a unique taste and he used different vegetables to give it amazing texture. Now the plates were empty, even the white sauce was gone sopped up by the perfect dill and butter dinner rolls that Gerard baked from scratch. Frank burped loudly giving the best compliment any Italian man can give to his wife.

"Fuck Gee, that was delicious. I am so stuffed right now. I don’t think I could eat another thing."

"Thanks, sweetie, but y'know what? I think you can handle one more thing. Can you guess what it is?"

Gerard asked with a wink, taking Frank's and his plates and before Frank can respond Gerard walked out of the dining room, his hips swinging naturally. Frank watched his hips swing as he left the room. That alone could get him hard. He pushed away from the table and stood up dropping his napkin on the table. He walked out of the dining room through the living room and lounge. He moved down the hall, passed the Master Bathroom, and to his Study. Unlocking the door he went in and walked to the closet. He opened the door and pulled down a dusty black case. Frank brought it over to his desk and unzipped the bag. He took out the video camera. He opened it up and plugged it in to recharge the battery a bit more. He was sure that it was alright, since the last time he used it was over a year ago. He opened up the monitor and pressed play. Pictures flashed by of happy times with his kids when they were younger, and Greta actually smiling. Pete and him singing bad karaoke. It brought a tear to his eyes. He did not realize he was there so long till Gerard appeared in the doorway.

"I'm guessing you noticed the hanky, huh?-- oh!"

He looked over Frank’s shoulder and looked at the camera monitor. Kody and Kat were little, probably about seven or eight, they were at the park and Kody was pushing Kat on the swings.

"They look so cute!"

Gerard cooed, getting closer to get a better look.

"They look so much like you."

Frank quickly wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Hey baby, sorry, just making sure it worked."

Gerard looked over Frank’s face and frowned.

"Were you... Crying?"

"Sorry Gee, I just have not looked at these videos in a long time."

At that moment a peal of girlish laughter rang through the room and Frank saw a younger version of himself rolling on the ground with Greta as Pete laughed in the background. The camera was shaking as Frank straddled Greta and tickled her. She giggled and tried to wiggle away.


"I have you now!"



"No no Frankie, please no!"


Gerard zoned out as he watched the monitor.

"Look at you... you look happy. Greta's very pretty."

Gerard spoke quietly.

"Yeah, well back then I was also a drunk and addict."

Frank zoomed in on his body and Gerard was able to see the visible track marks on his arms.

"I had them on my legs too for when my arms got too messed up to find a clear spot. I was probably high during this video."

Frank went to hit the erase button.

"Don't!"

Gerard yanked Frank’s hand back.

"Don't delete it. It's good to have... It's a good reminder."

Frank looked at his wife. He saw how much it hurt Gerard to see him being happy with his ex-wife so he wanted to make it better by getting rid of them, but then he realized that Gerard was right. He needed to keep them. Frank carried the camera over to his computer. He plugged it in and emptied the contents of it into a file and marked it old memories. Then he deleted the memory card so that it was a clean slate. He unhooked everything and turned to Gerard.

"Now, let's go make some new memories."

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Frank was very pleased right now. This was going better than he ever thought it would. Gerard was a natural exhibitionist. He slinked across the bedroom on his hands and knees, and if it was possible, Frank felt himself get even harder. Gerard was singing a sultry song while he writhed on the carpet striking sexy poses as practically deep throating the microphone. Several times he even made like he was jerking it and Frank felt his cock jump with each phantom stroke. Gerard knew he had Frank in a trance. He could see his erection twitch each time Gerard put on a show.

”What're you waiting for?"

Gerard beckoned Frank to him. Frank placed the camera on the dresser and made sure that it was adjusted to the height of the bed. He picked up Gerard and placed him on the bed before crawling over him and kissing him hard.

"God baby, look at you, such a slut for the camera. God I wanna fuck you so badly, but first I am going to make you cum so hard that the bed is going to shake under you."

Frank was happy that Gerard was only wearing the apron again, nothing in his way at all as he pinned his wife's hips to the bed and sunk his mouth down on his cock to the base. Gerard moaned loudly, exaggerating a little for the camera. He buried his hands in Frank’s hair and tugged hard on the sweaty strands.

"Soooo good, Frankie. So fucking good."

He praised Frank, tossing his head back as he spread his legs as wide as he can get them. As Frank went down on Gerard, he circled the base with his hand so that he could get saliva on his fingers. Once they were covered he eased them down and pushed two in at once. Gerard smiled at the camera when Frank did this and licked his lips.

"Ohfuckyes... Your fingers, oh god! They're hitting my spot!"

He dirty talked to the camera and then licked his lips again. He wasn't really acting, to be honest. He was really getting into it.

"Yeah baby, you like that don’t you? Like when my fingers are shoved in your ass brushing over that little area and making you quiver. Making you shake and moan."

As if on queue, Gerard let out a guttural moan just at the moment when Frank finished dripping his words out. He began to stroke Gerard again and watched as Gerard arched off the bed, only on his neck and his heels as he cried out and came. The cum cascaded from his cock in warm rivulets and Frank sank his mouth over the head again and drank as much as he could, and allowing some to drip over. It must look so obscene in the video. Once Gerard was completely spent, Frank wasted no time. He removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with his cock. Gerard's eyes adverted quickly to the camera lens again and moaned as he arched his back and moved his hands on Frank’s arms. He couldn't stop his body from grinding down against Frank's thrusts.

"Oh fuck yeah baby, so fucking tight. Love when you grind down on me like that."

Frank gripped onto Gerard's hips and dug his fingers into the soft flesh. He leaned over and nibbled on his hipbones. Frank knew at that moment Gerard was very grateful that his husband was so flexible. It did make for some interesting moments in college with Pete and Greta. Speaking of flexible, Gerard has his back arched so far off the bed Frank was able to easily slip his arms underneath and pull him into his lap. He swore this was his favorite position to fuck Gerard in because he could kiss him during every thrust. Gerard giggled in between moans and tipped his head back, smirking, blissed out.

"Like that?"

Gerard brought his hands around Frank’s throat and massaged his thumb against his Adam's apple. He pressed his mouth closely against Frank's in an almost kiss and gasped when his prostate was pounded on. Frank reacted to Gerard pressing against his Adam's apple with his thumb by pushing on his prostate several times. He was not sure if Gerard knew about that little kink of his. He only did it once with Pete, but it was fucking amazing. He wondered if Gerard would be willing to try it. He trusted Gerard enough.

"*pant* Hey baby, I ah ah, could you do that again?"

Gerard gazed into Franks eyes and arched a brow at him. He wrapped his hands around his husband’s throat again, and pressed onto his Adam's apple a little harder this time.

”Like this?”

Frank answered by gripping onto Gerard's hips tighter and fucking into him harder. He heard Gerard stutter several moans, and felt him increase the pressure on his neck. It felt so strange and at the same time so good.

"Ugh, Gee..."

Gerard was close. So close. If Frank were to hit his spot one more time he would blow his load all over them. Almost as if his mind had been read, he feels his body tingle and he squeezed his eyes closed tightly as he cums hard. Between feeling Gerard cumming, and the added pressure on his throat, Frank just loses it. He knocks Gerard back onto the bed and pile drives into him until he cums so hard that he shouts loud enough to hurt his own ears and he shudders and nearly blacks out. He falls hard onto his wife's body, panting and chasing the oxygen needed to keep his life force going.

"Fucking hell Gerard! Fucking hell!"

"Took the words right out of my mouth..."

Gerard murmured, running his fingers through his own hair. Frank meant to turn off the camera in the end, but his body felt so heavy and Gerard was so warm and comfortable.

"Mmmm, I love you baby. Thank you so much for thissszzzz"

Gerard laughed and pressed a kiss against Frank’s chin.

"M'ove you too. And don't thank me."

He stood to go turn off the camera. He waved at the lens just before, stopping it.

"Bye-bye."



***Timestamp: Thursday November 22nd***




***Gerard***






It's Thanksgiving day, and as Gerard preps Thanksgiving dinner he thinks about what he's grateful for. He hears Frank and the kids shouting from the living room as they watch a football game. Kat and Frank are rooting for the same team and Kody's rooting for the other. Gerard listens to them the whole time he's making dinner and he really has no idea what they're talking about. Football isn't something he indulged in. His third husband was obsessed with wrestling and he knew a little about that, but anything else sports-wise was a foreign language to him.

"In your fucking face Kody! You suck!"

Kat screamed in excitement and you could hear high fives exchanged between Frank and Kat echo throughout the whole first floor. Gerard was thankful for his new family... Kat, Kody and Frank. He was thankful for everything he's been given, and he was showing it by making a full vegetarian Thanksgiving meal. A loud burst of screams irrupted between Kat and Frank, and Kody's voice groaning out as if he were in pain.

"Fuck you! I'm gonna' hang out with Gee!"

The teenage boy screamed, storming into the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest. Kat hollered over her shoulder at him.

"That's right! Women need to be the kitchen!"

"Footballs's for Neanderthals anyway!"

Kody hollered back as he pushed the kitchen door open. Gerard laughed at the two siblings, and affectionately ruffled Kody’s hair. He hoped he knew that his sister was only playing.

"The food's about done. Would you like to set the table Kody? The way your father likes?"

He added the last bit just as he had a flashback of Frank destroying all the glasses. He didn't want that to happen today... or any day for that matter.

"Sure."

Kody nodded going to the cupboards. He grabbed a stack of plates and silverware, and then started for the dining room. Just as Gerard pulled the green salad from the fridge he felt an arm snake around his waist and he giggled.

"Congratulations on your winning team."

"Mmmm, more like congratulations to you for being so fucking perfect. The food looks great and you look delicious."

Frank was whispering into his ear and Gerard giggled loudly, setting the bowl of salad down on the counter.

"Don't you mean I look great and the food looks delicious?"

Gerard turned around so that he could rest his arms on Frank’s shoulders and stare into his hazel eyes. Frank smirked and pressed his lips to Gerard's in a slow, sensual kiss.

"... No."

"My eyes!"

Kat screamed, entering the kitchen and going to exit just as quickly. Gerard broke the kiss quickly and removed himself from Frank’s embrace with a small laugh.

"Kat, help me out?"

The teenage girl nodded and rushed over to grab the green bean casserole and tofurkey. They all entered the dining room and Gerard scanned the table like a hawk as he placed the salad down in a place Frank wouldn't mind since it was in a specific bowl he had picked out.

"Table looks great Kody."

Frank beamed, taking a seat in his chair. Gerard released a deep sigh of relief and relaxed. He started to serve Frank in the portions he liked and when he was done he, gently, set the plate in front of his hungry husband. Everyone was served and settled, and Gerard finally took his seat, smiling.

"Alright... so guys, what do we say?"

Frank looked to his children. The teenagers grinned and turned to Gerard.

"Thank you Gee!"

They both chimed and Gerard's heart fluttered.

"You're both very welcome."

Everyone started to eat. From time to time Frank would glance at Gerard and Gerard would glance at him. They exchanged smiles and Frank couldn't resist himself.

"You know what I'm thankful for?"

Kat and Kody looked at their father.

"I'm thankful for us. All of us. Kat, Kody, and Gerard. Our new family."

He then grabbed his glass filled with sparkling cider and held it up to toast. The kids did the same and Gerard joined them.

"To us. Happy Thanksgiving."

Gerard and the kids echoed him.

"To us."

They all clinked their glasses together; laughing, smiling, and being thankful for each other.



***Timestamp: Friday December 14th***




***Spencer***






"That was... Amazing!”

"Fuck yeah, Gee baby. I'm gonna be sore till Christmas I think. Totally worth it though."

Spencer moved slowly removing Gerard from inside of him. He found that Gerard's favorite position was definitely to be ridden. He collapsed next to his best friend and giggled.

"Speaking of Christmas, I still have to shop for Pete, what about you?"

Gerard groaned covering his eyes with his arm.

"Oh shit, I have a shit ton of shopping to do. When are you going? I'll tag along."

"Mmmm, well if we can pry ourselves from your bed, we can go today. We can even have lunch out!"

Gerard giggled and pulled his best friend closer to him. He buried his face in the man’s hair and smiled.

"Mmmm... sounds good. I skipped breakfast today, too. We should get going soon then."

"Ugh, why do you smell so good after sex. I swear Gee baby, I could bottle it and sell it. Horny housewives everywhere would never leave their houses."

Spencer reluctantly pulled away from Gerard and stood up. He smirked at his lover and sauntered off into the bathroom. Not to long after he started up the shower, Gerard had entered and closed the door. Spencer sighed, they would get out of there eventually, but one more round could not hurt.

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"What about this?"

Spencer held up the ninth blouse for Gerard to look over. He was so fucking picky about his own clothes, but this was for his step daughter, and Spencer knew he wanted to find something perfect for the girl.


"Spence... it's too revealing. She's not a hooker."

Gerard took the blouse and set it back on the racks. He started to search through the opposite side of the store. He still couldn't find a damn thing Kat would wear.

"Gerard we have been at this for an hour! Look you both know where we came from. Fuck this ritzy shit and let's head over to the vintage shop. I bet we can find her an awesome shirt there and something for Kody too."

Gerard sighed, scratching his side.

"Fine. Let's go..."

He stepped back from the racks and grabbed Spencer's arm.

"I really hope there's stuff she'd like at a vintage shop. Girls are so hard to shop for."

As usual Spencer was right. At this point he thought that Gerard was going to buy the whole store for both kids. At one moment the owner got nervous about the amount of stuff that Gerard was piling up, but when Gerard pulled out his black Amex, the store owners eyes lit up and then it was, "Yes Mrs. Iero. Whatever you want Mrs. Iero." Spencer knew that they had just made the owner's Christmas and New Year’s.

"This! Look at this!"

Gerard pulled up a leather jacket, just as they were about to head for the exit, and pushed it against his chest.


"Oh god... it's so perfect."

He examined himself in the mirror hanging on the wall in front of him.

"I know I'm shopping for the kids, but this is amazing..."

He trailed off and then slipped on the coat.

"It's so comfy, and it's a perfect fit. Should I get it?"

"I think you deserve it."

Spencer chuckles as he watches Gerard preen in the mirror. He looks over the man's shoulder and spies a box of records. He moves to the back of the store and gets down on his knees. There are some really good albums here. He picks up a few, some are in excellent shape. As he is looking through them, he feels the presence of someone behind him.

"Into records young man?"

"Nah, but my husband likes Latin rhythms. I'll take these please."

Spencer holds out a collection of old Fifty's club music. The samba, bass nova, and other dances that Pete had taught him were among the collection. Gerard pulled the coat off and laid it on his arm. He walked over to Spencer and smiled.

"For Pete?"

"Yeah, you should take a look too. I bet you would find a few for Frank."

Gerard picked up a few vinyls and looked over them. He recalled Frank saying how much he liked Johnny Cash... and there it was, in perfect condition. Then something else caught Gerard's eye.

"Oh, they have Bob Dylan, too..."

He needed to get them both. Frank would love it.

"I think I found everything I needed."

Gerard smiled, starting for the register to pay.

"Ugh, I am starving and you know what, that place around the corner has been wafting in here on and off every time the door opened. Come on Gee baby, let's go get some Greek."

Gerard grabbed his bags once he was finished paying, and nodded at his best friend.

"Let's."

He giggled and this time they actually managed to get out of the building.

They dropped the bags off with Louis and sauntered off to the little cafe. The food there was greasy, heavy and just perfect. They ate gyros and souvlaki slathered in Greek yogurt.

"So Gee baby, how goes your hanky fun?"

Spencer noticed that Gerard choked on a bit of his food when he mentioned it. Spencer was more of an exhibitionist than Gerard was. He had no problem talking about anything no matter where they were.

"Ugh, okay fine, I'll go first. I started out easy and wore a light blue one on my right the other day. I swear, I never saw Pete jump out of his pants so fast!"

Gerard giggled and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear.

"Wow... I chose black velvet... on my right of course. Now, I know what everyone means when they say 'it's always the quiet ones'."

Gerard chuckled, tapping his fingers on the table.

"I was surprised by how into it he was."

"I get to see the video right?"

Spencer ducked as Gerard took a playful swing at him. He really did want to see it though. He tried to imagine what Gerard would have done on it.

"Oh and then I got a little bit brave and went for red with white stripes. God, I am still itching!"

"Well you know they have a cream for that."

Spencer looked up and the giggle in his throat was lost immediately. Looking down at him with a smirk, was Mikey.

Gerard frowned and looked back down immediately. He didn't want to deal with this psychopath right now.

"Hi, Mikey..."

Gerard murmured, tapping Spencer's foot under the table. He really wanted to cuddle against his best friend right about now, anything to hide from Mikey.

"Two more?"

The waiter smiled as he opened the little iron gate for Mikey and Brendon to step in. Mikey smiled shyly at him and Spencer saw the waiter blush a bit. He cleared off the other side of their table and Mikey was seated next to Gerard. Brendon took the other seat. Mikey ordered food for both Brendon and himself in perfect Greek, making the waiter extol on his flawless pronunciation. The waiter left and Mikey let his fake smile fall from his face and the smirk return.

"So Geetard, what have you and Spincter been up to today?"

Mikey giggled as Brendon fucked up their names once again.

"Yeah, shopping like the common people?"

"Well, getting some shopping done for the Holidays. I do have a husband and kids so that kind of thing is necessary to do."

Spencer watched Mikey bristle at this. He knew that it was sore spot for him because Stan's children had grown and want nothing to do with Mikey. Mikey has always hated Gerard for being good with kids. Spencer bets that he could even get Stan's kids to like him.

"And what are you two troublemakers up to in the city?"

Gerard watched his brother’s expression go from mildly pleased to pissed. It was the highlight of his day.

"Well Mikey and I were just browsing the diamond rings at BVLGARI. There is one that Mikey has had his eye on, and we are hinting at it for Stan."

Mikey sighed like a woman and Spencer rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, it is a bit pricey, but I know that Stany will see that it is worth it for Christmas. He always gets me the nicest things for the holidays."

Spencer saw an opening to really fuck with Mikey. He turned to Gerard and smiled.

"Hey Gee, you never got to show me the great gift that Frank gave you FOR NO REASON."

"Oh! This?"

Gerard smirked, pulling his necklace out of his blouse.

"Isn't it adorable?"

He flashed it in his brother’s direction.

"Hey Mikey! We saw that in the store and... fuck ow!"

Spencer realized that Mikey had kicked Brendon hard under the table. He continued to smile though and coo over the very expensive charm.

"Oh Gee, and your favorite animal. Well now how did Frankie know about that?"

Gerard giggled and smiled down at his charm.

"He took me on a date, our first real one. We went to the zoo and I couldn't stop babbling about how much I love giraffes."

"Why the fuck would he take you to the zoo?"

Spencer wanted to slap Brendon upside the head right now. Lackeys should be seen and not heard. Apparently Mikey agreed with this shocking Spencer.

"Shut the fuck up Brendon. I happen to like the zoo. Gerard and I used to go all the time before our parents passed away."

Spencer could see that Mikey was genuinely appraising the gift that Frank bought Gerard. Mikey was interrupted by a different waiter bringing several fancy cocktails to the table. She set them down and smiled as Brendon slipped her a twenty on the tray.

"Come now, I bought us drinks so that we can all celebrate our wonderful marriages. Have some Gee, it's your favorite."

"Oh, I couldn't. I mean, it's still early. Not even happy hour and if I got home drunk Frank would notice and he wouldn't like it."

"You are not going to get drunk off of one cocktail you know. Besides, I happen to know that your Frankie is not home. He is in a business meeting with my Stany and a few other gentlemen. That is why I went out. I had to play good little housewife for them and while I don’t mind being stared at, I do have my limits. I also know that they will be occupied for a while because Stany insisted on going out after the meeting to a reputable strip club. That is where he makes the final agreements and gets the signatures. It has served Stan for many years now to do things this way."

Spencer was surprised that Mikey was giving up this much information.

"Umm..."

Gerard adverted his eyes over to Spencer and frowned. He really didn't know how to respond to that. Was Mikey serious? He could never tell. Mikey picked up the drink and sipped it daintily. He licked his lips and sighed. Brendon did the same thing. He had to ask or else it'd eat at his brain all day.

"Strip club?"

"Yeah, the place is called Sapphire. He rents out the Scarlet Room for the occasion. I went once..."

At that moment Spencer heard Gerard's phone ring. Gerard reached out and picked up the phone to see who was calling. He looked at the screen and handed the phone to Spencer. Spencer looked at it... Frank. He pressed answer and then hit speaker.

"Hello?"

"Baby?"

"No Frankie, sorry, it's Spencer. Gee had his hands full so I grabbed the phone."

Spencer could hear crappy club music in the background.

"Hey, where are you? I can hardly hear you?"

"Man, I am stuck in a stupid strip club. I had a meeting with Stan and somehow ended up here. Hey, am I on speaker?"

"Yeah, hang on here's Gee."

Gerard took his phone from Spencer and set it down on the table.

"Hey honey."

"Hey baby! God it's so good to hear your voice. You have no idea how much I miss you right now!"

Gerard beamed at that.

"Yeah? I miss you too so… you're at a strip club, hm?"

"Ugh, don’t remind me. Like random cheap sluts shoving their tits in my face is not reminder enough. Yeah, apparently Stan brings his clients here and gets them loaded and then pulls out the contracts when they are distracted by their cocks. Not quite my kind of business tactics, but whatever works for him."

Gerard shot a glare at Mikey that read 'ouch' and giggled under his breath.

"Should I stop by and give you a lap dance to show those hussies how it's done?"

"Ha ha ha, you could give them all a run for their money baby."

Spencer could hear the smile that was most likely gracing Frank's face right now.

"You can give me one when i get home. God knows I am not going to get it up here with all these fake body parts. I swear Gee, there is not one natural woman in the entire place."

The whole table heard the voice of a woman talking to Frank, and Frank basically telling her to fuck off, that he was on the phone, and if her eyes were real she might have been able to see that. Even Brendon and Mikey laughed at that.

"Wait that was a lot more laughs then just you and Spencer, who else is there?"

"Hey there Frankie."

"Oh! Hey there kiddo! You having a good time with your big brother?"

"Yeah, we ran into each other and decided to have cocktails."

"Yeah? Well drink one for me since I keep getting weird looks for asking for a normal soda without anything in it."

More murmuring in the background. This time a man’s voice.

"Alright ladies, I have to go. Geebear, I will be home in a couple hours. Is Spencer going to be with you?"

"Spence, you coming home with me?"

Gerard leaned over the table to stroke Spencer's chin seductively.

"Well, how can I say no to an invitation like that? Don't worry Frankie, I’ll keep Gee primed and ready for you to take over."

"Ha ha ha, you two and just... fuck alright, got to go. Catch you ladies later. Bye baby, love you."

"Love you too, honey."

Gerard ended the call.

"That was fun."

Gerard perked up and glared at his cocktail.

"Well he did say to have a drink for him, didn't he Gee baby?

Gerard nodded and reached for his cocktail.

"I guess it's okay then."

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Spencer was surprised that the lunch date actual turned out to be alright. Mikey was a bit of a jerk, but not as bad as he could have been. They ate and drank their cocktails till it was time to go.

"Well Mikey, I have to admit that this was actually a pleasant time with you."

"Yeah well don’t get used to it. After all it is the holidays, and even I can tone it down a bit."

Mikey got up along with Brendon and gathered their stuff. He shocked everyone when he bent over and kissed Gerard on the cheek.

"Later Gee."

They watched Mikey and Brendon wait till the driver opened the door for them. Then they drove off.

"What the fuck was that?"

Gerard sat there, baffled and a little scared to be honest. Something was going through his brother’s mind. He was definitely plotting something. He touched his cheek, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I have no idea..."



***Timestamp: Monday December 17th***




***Frank***


Frank could see that Gerard was nervous. They had not seen the kids since Thanksgiving and he could tell that Gerard missed them a lot. Suddenly, the door burst open and two bindles of energy ran in. Kat ran into Frank and hugged him gleefully.

"Hey dad!"

"Hey there kitten, how was school?"

"Awww fuck school, we are on vacation!"

Kody ran for Gerard and knocked the poor man over.

"Hey Gee!"

Gerard yelped and wrapped his arms around the young boy’s shoulders.

"Hey you! I missed you two so much!"

"Me too Gee!"

Kody got up and pulled Gerard to his feet.

"Hey dad! Can we go out to eat tonight?"

"Frank stood there pondering the request.

"Well I don’t know, what do you think, Mom?"

Kody looked up and Gerard and smirked. He had the same one that Frank did.

"Yeah Mom, what do you think?"

Gerard laughed loudly and ruffled Kody's hair a bit.

"That sounds like an awesome idea. Where did you have in mind?"

"Can we have Japanese dad? We have not had it in a long time!"

"Oh yeah, that would be awesome! Great idea Kat! What do you think Gee, I mean mom?"

Gerard pretended to look deep in thought.

"Hmmm..."

He tapped his chin with his index finger.

"Japanese food it is."

They piled into the car and sang Christmas carols at the top of their lungs, very off tune, till they arrived at the restaurant. The kids piled out and dragged Gerard into the place talking about the foods they love, and about the time Kody went to catch the broccoli in his mouth and it landed in his hair.

“It was the funniest thing Gee, he was so confused where it went! Dad and I died laughing!”

”Fuck you Kat it was embarrassing!”

”Hey! No cursing in public you two.”

”Sorry Dad.”

The kids chorused their apology at the same time and Gerard laughed. They're at the table and this time Gerard decided not to order sake because the kids were there. Everyone got Ramune instead and took turns trying the different flavors. The kids clapped loudly when Gerard opened up his own bottle. The show was amazing and they ate till they were stuffed, but still had room for friend ice cream. The kids laughed as Gerard made a face when he tried green tea ice cream and said that he will stick to vanilla. Frank looked at Gerard and smiled. He reached over and took his hand and laced their fingers together.

”This has been the perfect evening with you guys.”

”Yeah, we should do this again!”

”Yeah, we should.”



***Timestamp: Thursday December 20***







***Frank***



"So, where are we going again?"

"Sorry baby, I told you it's a secret."

Kody and Kat giggled in the back seat. It was unusual for them to be riding in a car that Frank was driving, but this occasion Louis got the day off.

"Aw, c'mon!"

Gerard laughed, grabbing Frank's arm playfully.

"Tell me."

"Sorry mom, not going to happen."

Kat punched Kody lightly in the arm, and it sent them into fits of giggles again. Frank laughed along with them. He could see Gerard getting a little upset, but they were almost there. The city was left behind and the country was open to them with white crisp snow instead of the dirty snow of the streets. The houses were all decorated with colored lights and the kids 'oohed' and 'aahed' like they did when they were younger. In truth it had felt like a long time since they were a proper family.

"All right guys, we are almost there."

Gerard looked out the window and then looked back at the kids.

"Guys. Seriously! Where are we?"

"We are... here!"

The kids started to bounce up and down in their seat chorusing the same thing. As they pulled into the lit up parking lot Frank heard Gerard gasp at the sign over the entrance.

"Millbrook Tree Farm. Fresh cut and chopped by you!"

"Oh! Awesome!"

He cheered, and snuggled up on Frank.

"This is such a good idea!"

"Ha ha ha, I knew you would like it baby. You always said that you were never allowed to have a real tree since you were little. I thought it would be a lot of fun to cut down a fresh one."

The kids piled out and Kody went to get the tree cart and Kat went to get the saw. They argued about which direction to go in."

"I like the blue spruce!"

"No way Kats, those things hurt! Let's go with balsam."

"I hate the way they smell Kodes. How about pine?"

"Nope, dad hates needles."

"Actually it is mom that hates needles, remember him telling us?"

"Oh yeah and..."

"Yo guys! Let's let Gerard choose."

Gerard walked along the pathway.

"Hmm..."

He looked over tree after tree after tree. He came across a medium one and just stared at it. It was in good shape... perfect shape. He could already see it in the house.

"This one."

He pointed and looked over at his husband and smiled.

"It's beautiful."

"Nya, I told you!"

"Aw fuck me, not again."

"Kody James!"

"Ooopps, sorry Dad."

"Man, I don't care what you say at home, but not in public."

"Right, I forgot."

Frank took the saw from Kat after admonishing Kody for cursing around people. He got down on the ground and after laying down the plastic, he crawled under the tree. He lined the saw up and began to move it through the trunk. He did this for a few minutes and then switched to the other side. After another few minutes, he came out and stood up.

"All right Gee, one push and it will fall over."

"Oh, okay..."

He pushed the tree hard and yelped when it started to come down.

"Whoa!"

"Timber!"

Frank and the kids shout out, and the tree hits the ground with a thud. Kody goes right to his job now. He pulls and lifts the tree up and gets it on the cart, impressively all by himself. Kat goes and grabs the handle and the two make the now laden cart move down the path to the threading machine. Frank takes Gerard's hand, secure in the fact that the kids know what to do, and leads him to a little stand where hot drinks are being served with winter treats. He buys two cups of hot chocolate with a candy cane in each one. He also buys two bags of roasted chestnuts and careful hands the hot confection over to his wife.

"I don’t know if you have ever actually eaten one of these, but sprinkled with the cinnamon and brown sugar mix, they are amazing."

Gerard smiled sheepishly and took a bite.

"Mmmm..."

He hummed out and then took a sip of his hot chocolate.

"Y'should get the kids some."

"Nope, they have their own thing that they do as soon as they finish loading the tree. Strangely that is their favorite part."

Frank directs Gerard's attention to the kids standing next to the threading machine where the tree that was once all branched out is now wrapped in a cocoon of white netting. They pop the tree back onto the cart and bring it to the car. Kody loads it up on the blanket that Kat has carefully placed on the roof. Together they secure it with rope. When done, they high five each other and hug. Then Kat returns the cart and Kody makes his way to where his dad and Gerard are sitting. He pulls his wallet out and purchases two hot chocolates the same way as theirs, but he buys two gingerbread men instead of chestnuts. He takes them over to Kat who is sitting on the bench waiting. She takes her cookie from him and smiles. She pulls the candy heart off of hers and Kody does the same. Frank smiles as he hears them count.

"One, two, three!"

At the same time they drop their heart's into the other ones cup. Frank hears Gerard 'aww' at this. He places an arm around his wife's waist and pulls him close.

"That has been a tradition for them since I can remember. Kody always buys two."

Gerard beamed proudly and pulled Frank closer to him.

"They're cute. Just like their father."

He ran his hand down Frank’s cheek and then kissed him

"All right guys, let's get this baby home."

As they make their way up to the car, Frank slips a hand under Gerard's trench coat to grab his hip. Instead he encounters a loose piece of fabric. Gerard blushes lightly as Frank pulls out another hanky. This one is light pink. Frank grins at Gerard and cocks an eyebrow.




"Oh baby, you just wait till the kids go to bed tonight."

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It didn’t happen though. Once they got the tree home and into the house, they were exhausted. They all ended up crashing by the fireplace in the lounge. After that Frank had several meetings to squeeze in before Christmas. He had the company Christmas party where he had to wear a fucking penguin suit and socialize with musical people that he could care less about. It was not even something he could take Gerard to, because honestly it was just a business meeting in fancy clothes. Fuck he hated being a CEO sometimes. Then Christmas came and they barely got the tree decorated three days before. The kids and Gerard did a great job though. Frank loved the vintage albums that Gerard bought him and the kids went crazy over the vintage clothing. Gerard loved the clothing he received, both men's and women's of course, because Frank was not a dick about making his wife dress like a girl all the time. Of course he had to buy more aprons and a few gifts he could not give in front of the kids. The best was the sapphire and diamond necklace that he found. Gerard smothered him with kisses not even worrying that the kids were there. Yes, the holidays were amazing, and Spencer, Pete, Christa, and Ray all joined them for dinner. Gerard even insisted that Louis and Charles join them, but Charles begged off to spend it with his parents. Louis came though and it was truly a family event. Frank had so much fun that he almost forgot about the hanky… almost.



***Timestamp: Friday December 28th***





***Gerard & Frank***


Gerard finished setting the table, exactly the way Frank liked it, and took a seat. He was currently home alone so it was pretty quiet. Frank is at work, Kody's hanging out with a friend at the movies, and Kat's at a slumber party so Frank and Gerard were going to be eating dinner alone that night. They could use the alone time. They really haven't had enough lately while the kids were still on break. They would go back soon, and Gerard would miss them and the loud, happy energy they had to offer.

"Hey baby, Frankie's home. Where is my beautiful wife, in one of his gorgeous aprons, I hope?"

Gerard jumped out of his seat and fixed the apron he was wearing. He pulled open the door and there was Frank. He smiled at his husband, and put his hands on his hips in a pose to show off the apron.


"Dinner is served."

Frank laughed and swept Gerard up in his arms. He bent him backwards and nibbled on his neck.

"You taste delicious baby as always, but I think I am a bit more hungry today, you will do for dessert though."

Frank brought him back up and Gerard giggled. The whole time Frank kept his other arm behind his back.

"Charmer."

Gerard giggled and went to his seat.

"Hurry up and eat so we can get to dessert."

Frank sits down and his eyes are wide. Once again Gerard has outdone himself. He does not understand how the man manages to work his part-time shift and still get home to clean the house and prepare a feast. In front of him is a bowl of warm vegetable stew that smells heavenly. Fresh baked crusty bread to dip into it, and Panini pressed sandwiches that would make any gourmet blush. He digs right in because he was not joking, he was starving. Soon Frank has eaten two bowls of soup, two sandwiches, and half the crusty bread. He washed it all down with some amazing tropical smoothies made with pineapples and coconut. He swears they are better than any piña colada he ever drank in his youth.

"Fuck Gee, I am so full!"

Gerard just finished eating his own soup and smiled at Frank.

"I'm glad."

He starting to pick up some dishes.

Frank grabbed Gerard's wrist as he started to collect the plates.

"These can wait till after dessert."

With no warning, Frank swept Gerard up in his arms and headed straight for the stairs.

"Frank!"

Gerard laughed as they entered the bedroom. Frank dropped him on the bed and he bounced on it, still laughing.

"What has you so excited?"

He asked his husband, who was currently working off his tie.

"I went shopping after work and bought you a little gift… well maybe not so little."

Frank smirked and grabbed the black bag that he had with him the whole time. He held it in front of Gerard, but each time Gerard went to grab it he would pull it away. Finally he let Gerard have the bag. Gerard pulled out the white box and inside was the strangest fucking thing he had ever seen.


"The Duke...prostate stimulator?"

Gerard's brow rose to that.

"So I'm gonna' be howling at the moon when we use this?"

He grinned, adverting his attention to Frank.

"Oh baby, you are going to do more than howl."

Frank takes the box from Gerard and opens it up. He pulls the vibrator out and turns it on the lowest speed. He places it back in Gerard's hand, and watches as Gerard has the same reaction as Frank did at the store.


"Fuck me, that's low?!"



The sales girl giggles when he said this, and Frank almost felt bad cursing in a place of business. Then again when fuck was on every box, why should he give a shit?



"It is our number one seller."



"How long does it take to charge?"



"They recommend six hours."



Frank whips out the black Amex.



"I'll give you personally $200 if you charge it till I pick it up at five."



"Fuck yeah!"



Frank laughs at the girl as she hurries to plug it in. He leaves with a smirk on his face


"So baby, how about you slip out of everything except that frilly apron and let me treat you to the best orgasm possible without a real cock involved."

Gerard faux gasped and started to undress. He kept his eyes on Frank with a smirked etched on his face. He started with the apron first. He had to take it off in order to get his t-shirt off, plus, it's not the one Frank is talking about.

"I'll be right back."

Leaving a seductive linger in his voice, he hopped out of bed and rushed into the closet and completely undressed. He grabbed one of his frilly aprons from its rack and slipped it on as he examined himself in the full body mirror. Gerard shouted, mid giggle.

"Ready!"

Frank drooled, he could not help it, fuck his new apron fetish. He also did not tell Gerard that he had taken to watching hentai, Japanese animated porn where servants were forced to wear just aprons as degradation. Frank had no interest in degrading Gerard. On the contrary, he wanted to worship the man. He watched as Gerard crawled onto the bed and sat up on his knees, his hips pushed out and made a coy innocent face as he stuck a finger in his mouth.

"Fuck me, you look like sin on a platter."

"Come take a bite."

Gerard signaled Frank to come over with his index finger.

"You know you wanna."

Frank practically launched himself at the bed and his wife. He pinned Gerard down and roughly kissed him, forcing his tongue into his mouth. He ground against Gerard hard, letting Gerard push against the friction of his slacks. He heard Gerard bite back a moan and pulled his mouth off of him.

"Oh no baby, I want to hear you tonight. On your knees and show me that perfect ass of yours. We are going to wake them up in the next state."

Gerard quickly did as he was told and got on his knees, and he chuckled.

"Bossy,"

Frank swatted at Gerard's ass when he mouthed off. Gerard looked back at him and Frank leered.

"Behave baby, or I will have to gag you."

Frank took the Duke and laid it beside him on bed. He took the special lube that the girl recommended and coated his fingers in it. He easily slipped two fingers inside of Gerard and heard him groan. He finger fucked him slowly and tortuously kept just grazing his prostate, but not ever really touching it. He laughed as he felt Gerard squirm trying to get closer to the goal, but not being able to reach it.

"If you don't... Unnnfff... Hurry I'm gonna start whining."

Gerard gasped the warning at his husband.

"Easy baby, I got you, don’t worry I'm going to take care of you."

Frank removed his fingers, listening to Gerard whine about being empty. He poured more lube onto the Duke and then looking at it decided on the longer side. He slicked up that side and pushed it slowly into his wife, turning the vibration on low.

"Oh...">

Frank pushed the button to the second level of vibration and could now feel it in the bones of his wrist. He arched it up and turned it a little to the left and hit Gerard's prostate right on the money. Gerard arched his back and screamed. Frank was impressed and again this was only the second level. He watched Gerard shake and whine and plead for anything and nothing at all. He just mewed and pushed back hard on the Duke. Frank kept this up for a few more minutes and then leaned in to Gerard's back to whisper in his ear, pushing the Duke in further.

"How you doing baby? Feeling good? Can you make it? Only one more speed to go. Can you take it?"

Gerard pressed his face into the bed and pushed his knees apart until he was straddling the bed. He nodded hard and grunted when the vibrations hit his prostate again.

"Y-yeah, m'can take it..."

"Alright baby, ready for maximum warp drive."

Frank pushed the button to the final position and Gerard wordlessly cried out. His voice was trapped in his throat blocked by the immense pleasure he was receiving. Frank leaned into Gerard's ass giving him a solid body to buck back into.

"Fuck baby, you look so good right now. As soon as you cum, I'm gonna fuck you so hard. You have no idea how hard you got me right now watching you take it like this."

Gerard choked out a whimper and moved his hand down to his leaking cock. He wrapped his hand around himself and started to frantically jerk off.

"Ah ah ah, that is a no baby."

Frank reached around and grabbed Gerard's hand and pulled it off his cock. Gerard cried out in protest and Frank angled the Duke higher and harder against his prostate.

"I know you can cum without being touched. You look so fucking sexy doing it too. I promise you baby, if you do, the reward will be almost as amazing as the feeling.”

Gerard began to pant. He was experiencing a hardcore orgasm. One he's only had three times in his life.

"F-Fuck... Fuck. Fuck. Frank... Ah, fuck."

He chanted, his voice high pitched and out of breath.

"That's it baby that's it cum for me. Cum for Frankie."

Gerard stiffened up and released a groan that sounded like a ghost and he came. He came so hard and so much. Frank let Gerard ride out his explosive orgasm till he was a panting mess with his face pressed into the mattress. A slowly growing puddle of drool was staining the sheets, and matted in Gerard's sweat soaked hair. Frank eased the Duke out of Gerard and kissed his investment before tossing it on the bed, forgetting to turn it off. He ripped open his pants and shoved his painfully hard cock into his wife's open and waiting ass.

"Ah shit, fuck Gee, still fucking tight as hell!"

Frank wasted no time at fucking Gerard hard and fast as he promised. he did not expect much from Gerard, who was still blissed out from his mind blowing orgasm, but that was alright. Frank really just fucking needed to get off, and like yesterday. Gerard held on for dear life and whimpered as Frank rammed into him. He was so done, his body was like jelly and his breathing was uneven. He let out a moan here and there, but that was all he could do. Frank appreciated that Gerard was trying, and he was going to give him the best reward after this, but right now his brain was going a mile a minute and all he could think was...

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!"

Frank came like a fucking freight train as he leaned heavily over Gerard. His weight pushed them both forward, and he fell onto his wife as his legs collapsed beneath them.

"Oh fuck, oh shit! Are you alright baby? Fuck come here, let me..."

"Fuck Gee, I'm so sorry. I did not mean to hurt you or use you like that. Fuck, that was just so wrong of me. I am just as bad as all of them now!"

Gerard slumped against Frank and shook his head.

"No. What? No... You're fine. Shit, Frankie... You didn't hurt me."

He sat up and stretched his arms out.

"I can handle it."

"But you're not supposed to handle it. You are supposed to feel good too, and how good can you feel when I just used you to get off!?

Gerard sighed.

"You feel like you used me to get off?"

"Well yeah, I mean you were so far gone after that orgasm, and all I could think of is how hot you looked and how much my cock was aching watching you writhe in all that pleasure. I was a selfish bastard and thought about how I was going to get off. That was wrong of me Gee, so wrong of me."

Frank hung his head. He was so tired and so angry at himself for ruining this wonderful experience for Gerard. He really did not deserve the man.

"I wanted you to get off like that, silly man."

Gerard giggled, pulling Frank into a hug.

"You're always helping me so it's fair, right?"

Frank could not believe this creature. He knew what Frank was going to do before Frank even knew. He was fine with it. He did not feel used or obligated. It was the strangest feeling in the world to Frank. He pulled Gerard out of the hug and looked deeply in his eyes. He saw nothing but sincerity and the truth. He cupped Gerard's face lightly.

"Well, I have to say Gerard Arthur Iero, you are the most amazing person that I have ever met and I am proud to call myself your husband.”

Gerard sighed as he smiled and draped his arms over his husband's shoulders. He leaned into his ear and nibbled it lightly, and Frank thinks that he heard the ghost of his voice call him a silly man. Frank smiled back and hugged him fiercely. If this is what the close of the year had in store of him, he could not wait to see what the New Year was going to bring, or the New Year's party for that matter.


***Timestamp: Monday January 31st***




***Gerard & Frank***


Gerard clipped on his suspenders and then snapped them against his chest to make sure they were secured. He smiled at his reflection and then primped his hair a bit. He already knew what Frank was going to wear and it went nicely with his own outfit. He wasn't dressed as sophisticated as Frank, but he wasn't really in the mood to color in between the lines. It was an art gallery New Year’s party and he didn't want to blend in with what everyone else was going to wear. He had a feeling Mikey was going to pick him apart and just call him out on his attire choice, but he didn't care. Well, he sort of did...

"Hey baby, you ready yet?"

Frank walked in fixing the cuffs of his tux. He stopped and admired the simple look that his wife was able to pull off like no other. He had only been working at the Gallery for a month and he was already showing signs of how much he loved it. New pieces of artwork had made their way home in different rooms with Gerard directing where they would hang. He had also started to paint again, but would not let Frank build him an art studio, preferring to use the Upstairs Study. Frank sat on the bed to tie his patent leather shoes.

"Gee, I wish you would let me build an addition on the house for your art. You look so cramped in the Study with my desk."

"Yeah, I'm ready."

Gerard took a seat next to Frank, and dusted off his shoulder as he shook his head to the offer on the house addition.

"And I really like the study... the vibe's good in there."

"Your choice sweetheart. All right, ready to face your adoring public?"

Frank loved that Gerard blushed when he said this, but it was true. Everyone that worked at the gallery, or was a patron there sang Gerard's praises as a curator. He knew his stuff and Stan had gushed to Frank nonstop about what a smart choice and sound business move he made hiring the younger man.

"Come my love, our chariot awaits."

He offered his hand to Gerard and laughed when he took it and stood up, his heels making him taller than usual next to Frank. Frank ran a hand over his thigh to his hip and pulled him in for a kiss, careful not to ruin his makeup.

"Only you could make this outfit look this hot Geebear."

"Why thank you, sweetie. I'm just a little worried about what Mikey's gonna say."

He admitted, taking Frank's arm.

"Oh you know your brother is only kidding around with you. He's a sweet kid."

Frank and Gerard exited the bedroom and moved down the stairs. They donned their trench coats with the help of Charles, and then moved out into the open where Louis stood holding the door to the car.

"Happy New Year folks"

"Happy New Year Louis. Here for you, just a little thanks for taking such good care of my baby when I was away."

Frank handed Louis a sealed envelope and smiled while patting his arm.

"You're a good man Louis, don’t ever change... well unless you make your fortune and then are able to work for yourself instead of my sorry ass."

"Ah Mr. Iero, I like working for you and the Missus."

"Well, we still need to pick up Pete and his wife so let's get a move on then."

"Very good sir."

"Louis..."

"Sorry, I mean, very good Frank."

Frank smiled and climbed into the car after Gerard. Louis got into the driver’s seat after closing the door and they sped off for Pete's.

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Gerard was super excited to see what his best friend was wearing. He couldn't wait to see him.

"I bet they're all decked out."

Gerard giggled, bouncing in his seat.

"Pete loves any excuse to dress up. He's like a fucking Ken doll, but packing way more between his legs. Too much for Barbie to handle."

Gerard laughed loudly and rose a brow at his husband.

"Is he really?"

"There is a reason that only bottomed for him once or twice and I was drunk as fuck and higher than shit at the time. That man could split someone in two!"

Frank loved the look on his wife's face. He knew that Gerard could not tell if he was lying or not. Truth was, he wasn't. It was not that Pete was any longer than him, but the man was fucking thick and that counts for a lot, or rather a lot of lube. Frank saw that Gerard was about to say something else, but the car door opened and Spencer climbed in trailing a long charcoal dress glittering with stones. Pete was in a cool number, done black on black with charcoal to match his wife. He took a look at Frank and whistled. Pete then got a look at Gerard.


"Wow Gee."

"Wow yourself. You two look amazing."

Gerard grinned, going to hug Spencer. He kissed his best friend on the lips and then smiled sheepishly at him when they pulled apart.

"Wow Gee baby, you were not kidding when you said what you were going to wear. You really got balls to pull that off and look amazing in it. For once I look more girly than you!"

Spencer laughed and slid daintily in Gerard's lap. He circled his arms around him and nuzzled his neck.

"Oh stop it. It's not a big deal. I just wanted to be comfortable."

He wrapped his arms around Spencer's waist and kissed his cheek.

"Awww aren't you two sweet."

"Fuck off Pete, you know you just want us to both get it on in front of you."

"See, that's why I married him Frankie. He knows me so well."

Frank laughed because it was true. He watched Pete drag his eyes over both their wives, taking in the little things they did, like when Spencer rubbed Gerard's chest or when Gerard caressed Spencer's thigh.

"All right folks were here."

When Louis opened the door Gerard was taken aback by the flashing of the cameras. Frank did not realize that Gerard had no idea that this was going to be part of his life. He shied a bit and hid in Frank's neck when he stepped out of the car. Spencer tried to protect him by pushing in front with Pete so that the people were focused on them instead.

"Mr. Wentz, Mr. Wentz!"

Pete smiled wide for the cameras and pulled Spencer close to him. They made a perfect couple standing next to each other with matching smiles. A reporter for one of the celebrity channels walked up to them.

"And here we have Mr. Peter Wentz with his lovely wife. Mr. Wentz is the well-known mogul behind one of the largest catering chains in the US. Mr. Wentz, can we have a moment of your time?"

"Only if you call me Pete, I am not old enough to be Mr. Wentz yet."

The reporter did one of those fake chuckles, and Frank knew that Pete wished he had his sunglasses so he could roll his eyes.

"All right Pete, so who are you and the lovely Mrs..."

"Please Spencer will be fine too."

"Yes, Spencer wearing today?"

"Well I'm wearing the Valintini collection and my lovely wife is wearing Trussardi."

"Very nice, very nice and now to your financial partner and friend for decades, Mr. Frank Iero and his recent bride Jared."

Gerard looked at Frank with frown and then to the reporter. He didn't expect himself to say anything, but he hated it when people said his name wrong. He corrected the reporter in a sassy tone.

"My name's Gerard."

Frank smiled when Gerard corrected the reporter. That was how you had to handle them. The reporter of course pretended to not be troubled by this.

"Oh of course, pardon my misspeak. So Mr. Iero, who are you wearing tonight?"

"Well considering that I went shopping with Pete and we have the same fashion style, you tell me?"

"Ah, yes another Valintini and not many can pull of silver and not look tacky, but you can pull off anything can't you? I recall the capture of you knocking a man out in Texas in a bright purple suit."


Frank winced, he was not sure if Gerard knew about what happened when he was out of town, well fuck it, he knew now.

"Homophobia is so passe, Dedra..."

"Uh, it's Dedrie."

"Yes yes, well, I just could not have him bringing up the subject of my gorgeous wife in a bad light you know?"

"Yes and I see that he has an unconventional style as well. So Gerard, who are you wearing tonight?"

Gerard tugged daintily on his suspenders and shrugged.




"I'm not wearing anyone... I put this together myself, got it from a thrift store. So I suppose I could say I'm wearing Gerard Iero?"

"Well now, that is the most original answer that I have heard in a long time, and the most honest I may add. Mr. Iero, I could not be more pleased to say that you have yourself quite a unique catch, and we hope that we can see more Gerard Iero originals. Thank you both."

The reporter smiled and moved onto the next couple. Frank took Gerard's hand and brought it to his lips.

"You did beautiful baby. You handled that like a pro. So does that mean I have the original Gerard Iero?"

Gerard squeezed Frank's hand tightly and winked. That was his answer as they stepped inside the building.

"There's my star employee!"

Stan walked over to Gerard with Mikey in tow and of course Brendon. He engulfed Gerard into a hug that made Gerard squeal out. Stan put Gerard down and gave him a moment to fix his outfit.


"Well now Gerard, that is quite a choice of outfit you have on. Very Avant Garde and perfect for the artistic world. Say Iero, has Gerard showed you his latest coup? We acquired a major player from Italy who was completely charmed by our little girl here."

"Well now, we have a reason to celebrate don’t we?"

Stan called over a waiter who had several champagne glasses on the tray. There was one with a green wine charm on it. Mikey intercepted the tray and pulled the one with the wine charm off and walked up to Frank. He laid a hand on his shoulder and handed him the glass smiling.

"Here you are Frankie. Any glass you see with this charm is nonalcoholic. I made sure that Stany did this just for you."

"Well thank you Kiddo. That is a very nice dress you are wearing. A little conservative for your taste though isn't it?"

Mikey smirked and ran his hand from Frank's shoulder to his chest before lifting it off and taking his own champagne glass off the tray.

"Not as much as you would think Frankie boy."

Mikey turned to leave and Frank gaped at the complete open back that was part of the dress. It dipped all the way to the end of Mikey's spine and Frank laughed.


"I should have known better huh Gee?"

Gerard forced a chuckle and rolled his eyes, but without Frank seeing.

"He's full of... surprises. Like always. Let's just hope he doesn't snap suspenders off."

Gerard took a glass of champagne off the tray of a walk-pass server and took a sip. He was throwing daggers at his brother's exposed back. He was feeling repulsed and upstaged.

*snap*

Frank felt Gerard jump as someone did just that to his back. They spun around and came face to face with Brendon and his husband.

"Love the Oliver Twist look you have going there Gerard."

Brendon laughed not realizing that this was a compliment to Gerard. Frank could not believe that Brendon was wearing a cocktail dress to a formal affair. Apparently his husband did not mind as he ran his hand up the back of it and grabbed his ass in full view of everyone. Frank had always thought that Howard was a little too forward for some moments.


"Are you alright Gee?"

Gerard sipped his drink again and nodded. He'd eaten light today. The champagne was already going straight to his head.

"I need to use the bathroom. Spencer... come with me, please."



***Spencer***






"Sure Gee baby, I got you."

Spencer handed his wrap to Pete and after touching Frank's shoulder in a light assurance, he took Gerard by the waist and let Gerard lead him to the restrooms. Not surprisingly, Gerard chose to go into the ladies room. He liked access to the powder area that was present in places like this. Gerard sat down heavy on the ornate sofa and sighed. Spencer hitched up his dress and kneeled in front of his best friend.

"Gee baby, talk to me, what's wrong?"

"I'm just..."

He sniffed and then wiped his eye with his index finger.

"I'm overwhelmed. Mikey is such a... home wrecker."

"Oh Gee, no baby, don’t cry, you are going to ruin your perfect make up. Here, I have a little gift for you."

Spencer went into his bag and pulled out two little hats with a black rose and a bow that sat a top the head. He carefully placed one in Gerard’s hair, and then one in his.


"See? Now we match!”

Gerard tried to chuckle, but he was still feeling down and really tense. Spencer internally smirked. Spencer slid his hands up Gerard's thighs and moved them to his pants.

"You need to relax. Here let me help you."

Spencer unclipped each suspender and slowly undid the button and zipper on Gerard's pants. He was not worried that they would be seen because they were hidden inside a small alcove. He knew what Gerard needed when he was this tense. He reached into his simple silk panties and pulled out his half hard cock. He stroked it for a minute, making Gerard mew and drop his head back into the sofa. He then licked the tip and sucked on the head lightly.

"F-fuck... Spence. I'm upset."

He grabbed a fistful of Spencer's hair and tugged him off gently.

"Can we do this later?"

"You sure Gee? This always calms you down. I really think you should just relax and let me."

Spencer lightly stroked Gerard trying to let him know that it was alright to need this kind of attention and that Spencer loved him enough to give it to him with no expectations of anything back. He needed Gerard to understand this was just for him. Gerard nodded and relaxed his hands in Spencer's hair.

”See you’re relaxing already, just from the thought.”

Spencer felt Gerard relax again and he leaned up to kiss him. He continued to lightly fist him, and finally Gerard let out a real moan. Spencer was about to say something when the door opened and in walked Mikey and Brendon. They must have had bat hearing because they came around the corner and smirked when they saw Spencer on the floor holding Gerard's cock.

"Well well well big brother, apparently your new husband is not enough that you have to fuck around behind his back with his best friend’s wife? Oh this is going to be perfect. I am going to love watching your misery when he leaves your ass for cheating on him."

Mikey smirked and Brendon laughed with an evil lilt in his voice.

Gerard tucked himself back into his slacks and shot a dirty look at his brother.

"FYI, my husband knows what we do."

He stood up and went to the mirror and fixed his hair, making sure the little hat was at a slight tilt. It looked best that way.

"Squeal all you want. He isn't gonna fuck you. No matter how much you want him to."

"You lying piece of shit! Frank would not share you! I overheard Frank telling M. that no one is allowed to fuck you!"

Mikey stood there with his arms crossed.

"Go ask him yourself if you don't believe me."

"I gotta a better idea Gee baby, let's just show him."

Spencer smirked and took Gerard's hand as they left the restroom. Mikey and Brendon quickly followed behind them. They arrived where all the husbands were and Spencer pulled Gerard against him as Frank walked up to them.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah Frankie. I tried to get Gerard to relax with a hand job, but he was too worried that you would miss him."

"Aww Geebear, if you need one, it's alright. I mean, if you can't wait till we get home that is."

Pete moved to Spencer and kissed him on the cheek.

"That's my girl, always willing to give his best friend a hand."

Frank rolled his eyes and Spencer hit Pete in the arm for making such a bad joke.

Gerard smirked at his brother and started to pull Frank into a quick peck.

"I love you, honey. I can't wait to get you all to myself later."

"Well Iero, You are a more trusting man than myself I will admit. I would never share my sweetheart with anyone, not that he wants anyone else right dear?"

"Of course not Stany, you are more than enough for me."

Mikey threw daggers at Gerard over Stan's shoulder. The night was young and already it had turned out to be interesting. Spencer could not wait to see what the rest of the party had in store for them.

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***Gerard***


”Hurry back baby, okay?”

Gerard weaved away from his husband and friends, and walked around the museum, heading towards his office to write down a memo he'd just remembered. He dismissed himself by kissing Frank on the cheek, and telling him he'd be back ASAP. He started to pass the lounge, but stopped just as he heard soft sobs... Almost shushed and he peeked through the curtains to check and see who it was.

"Kassandra, sweetie?"

Gerard cooed, rushing in and taking a seat next to her. He grabbed her hand and held it tightly.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

He looked over the woman's beautiful dress and he couldn't help but think she was far too beautiful to be upset. She just shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. She released a shuddered sigh and blinked her eyes up at Gerard.

"K-Kenny couldn't make it, like always."

Gerard pulled her into a hug.

"Why? Did he say why?"

She scoffed and shrugged again, defeated.

"Work, but it's gotta be another reason. I'm having doubts about our marriage. I don't think..."

She trailed off, but continued after a choked cry.

"I d-don't think he f-finds me attractive a-anymore."

Gerard was at a loss for words. He felt bad and he really wanted to comfort her so he just kept rubbing her back.

"You know what else?"

"What sweetie?"

Gerard, tucked a lock of her behind her ears.

"I went out and bought this beautiful dress just for him, and he's not even going to see me in it."


She sounded angry now. Her tears stopped and she was just slightly flustered.

"Well, it's his loss. I think you look fantastic and if he wants to put work before you then you shouldn't sit here and feel bad for yourself. Feel bad for him. He's the one missing out."

She perked up a little and wiped her eyes with her fingertips.

"You know what? You're right! I'm gonna go talk to Justin. He always flirts with me anyway. I could use some TLC."

"Yes! Go talk to Justin. He's funny and smart and so fucking cute!"

Gerard cheered her on, as she stood up quickly. Just as she was about to leave she turned to Gerard and flashed him her magnificent smile.

"Thank you Gerard...."

Gerard sat there smiling to himself. He was proud that he made a good person feel good about themself. It gave him hope.

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***Frank***






It was nearing midnight now and the four of them had pretty much been joined at the hip all night. Gerard and Spencer were just this side of tipsy, but Pete was by far the drunkest.

"Frankie baby, have I told you what a smoking hot wife you have?"

"Yes Pete, many times, especially tonight."

"Well thash cause its truuuuue."

Frank laughed as Pete leaned heavily on him and planted yet another sloppy kiss on his face. He looked over at Gerard and Spencer who were rolling their eyes and laughing at him. Gerard couldn't help but notice how... nice Pete was being to him. He has no idea why he's being so flirtatious, but he wasn't about to question it.

"Pete, I don't know if I told you this... But I think you're the best dressed tonight. If there was some kind of competition you'd win, hands down."

Gerard slurred. His buzz was suddenly advancing after he took a final sip of the rest of his drink.

"Awww, that's sweet of you to say Geebabe, but what about Frankie? I think he looks pretty sharp myself."

Spencer moved over to where Frank was supporting his husband and pulled out the chair for him to flop in. Frank dropped Pete in it and Spencer laughed. Pete tried to pull Spencer into his lap, but he moved away easily and hid behind Frank. Frank laughed.

"Well fine, if you won't sit in my lap, then I’ll just steal Gee."

Pete reached out and pulled Gerard into his lap. Gerard yelped loudly, caught off guard, as he was pulled into Pete's lap. He giggled loudly and wrapped his arms around Pete's shoulders to make himself comfortable.

"I like the new Pete Spencer, what did you do to him? He's so playful tonight."

"He's drunk Gee baby."

Frank laughed as Gerard blushed at the answer. He knew how handsy Pete got when he was like this. He also knew something else that Pete had a penchant to do when he was drunk. He looked at Spencer and Spencer had a gleam in his eyes.

"Hey there Gee, wanna go for a ride?"

With no warning, Pete started to buck his lap up and down as he held Gerard's hips in place. Gerard shrieked loudly and squeezed his arms around Pete's shoulders tightly. He giggled obnoxiously and attempted to hop out of Pete's lap.

"No more! No more!"

Frank and Spencer were now leaning on each other laughing hard. Frank had tears in his eyes and he had an arm circled around Spencer's waist in order to hold himself up and not collapse onto each other.

"Oh my God Gee, you just..."

Frank lost it and landed on his knees losing his breath. He hand slid down Spencer's leg to clutch his thigh. Spencer was now leaning over on Frank.

"Fuck, Pete, I just should have..."

Gerard managed to get out of Pete's lap and swatted the man’s shoulder playfully.

"Awww, you’re no fun Gee, tell him Frankie, he's no fun."

"Now Pete, not everyone likes to be molested by you."

"Nonsense, everyone wants to be molested by me! Well if I can't molest your wife, I will molest mine."

Pete pulled Spencer into his lap and began to bounce him up and down. Spencer ground down with his ass and instead of laughter escaping his mouth, it was a moan. Frank circled an arm around Gerard and held him protectively.

"You alright baby? You know he was only playing right?"

"I don't know Frankie, Pete's sporting some decent wood that Gerard gave him. I know I did not do it."

Gerard nodded and laughed at first.

"Of course I'm alright. I know he's only playing."

Gerard then diverted his attention to Spencer and stuck his tongue out at him.

"Totally not from me!"

"Oh no Gee baby, this is all you, know how I know?"

Gerard rolled his eyes and pushed his hands on his hips.

"How?"

Spencer smirked and slid off Pete's lap. He moved up to Gerard and lifted a thigh and slid it between his legs pushing him against Frank's chest. He leaned in and whispered hotly into his ear purring.

"Petey boy can’t easily get it up when he is drunk, so baby that was all you. Take a bow honey."

Gerard blushed and stared at Pete.

He was a little... confused. Pete seriously couldn't be hard because of him. He hoped Frank wouldn't get upset or mad at his friend.

"That's... uh,"

Gerard stammered, searching for the right word for this situation.

"Surprising."

"I would say it's impressive baby. I'm kind of proud of you, even I could not do that."

"All right everyone, one minute till midnight. Grab you loved one and begin the count down."

Stan's voice rang out among the party horns and other noise makers. He held Mikey close to him as he handed him a champagne glass. Mikey smiled and leaned in and kissed his cheek. Frank grabbed the charmed glass and a normal one for Gerard and handed it to him. Spencer did the same for Pete, and helped him up to stand. The four stood as the roar deafened in the room.

"10, 9, 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Frank leaned in and kissed Gerard deeply.

"Happy New Year baby."

"Happy New Year to you too, sweetie."

Gerard beamed and then turned to Spencer. He just finished kissing Pete so Gerard grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. Once they broke apart Spencer started for Frank. Gerard watched, wide eyed as his best friend planted a kiss on his husband's lips. Gerard had to admit, it was so fucking hot. He glanced over at Pete, his still wide grin on his face. He grabbed the drunk man by his shoulders and pulled him into a hard kiss.

"Well now, it seems that Gee has decided to take responsibility for what he started."

"Well, he always tells the kids they should take responsibility for their actions."

Frank watched as Pete ran a hand down Gerard's back and cupped his ass. He pulled him closer and Frank heard the telltale moan of his wife getting turned on. He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at Spencer. Spencer smiled and draped his arms around Frank's shoulders and kissed him again, much more slowly with his tongue caressing his lower lip. Frank parted his lips and allowed Spencer to explore the inside at much more leisure.

"Mmmm Gee, you are an amazing kisser."

Pete began to move from Gerard's mouth to his neck laying light kisses along the skin.

"I must compliment Frankie for having exquisite taste in a wife, and a wife that tastes good too."

Gerard smirked, tipping his back and moaned quietly. He was really letting himself go with Pete right now, probably because of all that champagne they had.

"You're not too bad yourself."

Gerard told him, pulling away slowly.

"Hey Frankie, want to trade wives for a night?"

"Hmmm, it bears thinking about, but right now, I would like mine back."

"Yeah, I agree, but we will talk."

Frank let Spencer go after a final peck from him and a lick from Spencer over his lips. After gaining a kiss from Gerard on the way back Frank had his wife back in his arms.

"Whatta night."

Gerard whispered, smiling sheepishly, cuddling into Frank.

"Oh baby, your night is just getting started."

Frank dipped Gerard back and kissed him hard and fast. He brought him back up quickly and whipped out his phone.

"Hey Louis, pull the car up, I need to get home and fuck my wife."



***Gerard***






While Frank went to get their coats, Gerard went to say goodbye to Karen.

“Hey man, Happy New year’s Roger!”

Gerard knew that this man did not realize that he was not this Roger person. He tried to move away from the guy, but he grabbed him and thrust a drink in his hands.

”Bottoms up man!”

Gerard thought maybe if he took the drink he would let him go, so he saluted and downed it. The mix of liquors hit him fast and hard. He had no idea what was in it, but it fucked him up way more than the champagne he had been drinking all night. He stumbled back to where Frank was and grinned. The alcohol was making him feel even looser. This was going to be a fun ride home. Actually the ride home was, on Gerard's part, obnoxious. He was beyond drunk. The whole time he'd tried to stick his head up through the sun roof, but each time Frank would grab him back down and tell him not to, that it was too 'dangerous', so he found another way to make the ride more interesting. He climbed onto Spencer's lap and made out with him. The kiss was sloppy and dirty and Gerard can feel Frank and Pete's eyes on them, but when they arrived at Pete and Spencer's that meant they had to leave.

"Nooo! C'mon! Can't they stay the night at our place?"

Gerard slurred and tugged on Spencer's hand as he attempted to exit the car.

"Gee baby, relax, I will see you tomorrow okay?"

Spencer fisted Gerard's shirt and kissed him one last time in order to get him to let go. It worked and Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard, and Spencer kissed his cheek just before Louis closed the door.

"Man Gee, we need to get some coffee in you."

Gerard whined out and shoved Frank back and climbed into his lap.

"You're just trying to sober me up because you wanna screw aaaand we can't screw if I pass out drunk."

He started to kiss his husband’s throat.

"Right?"

Frank grabbed Gerard by the shoulder's gently. He looked Gerard in the eye as best he could. Gerard was so gone they were rolling.

"Actually Gerard, I would prefer to let you sleep this off and fuck you in the morning. I don’t relish tasting the alcohol on your flesh as I kiss you and when you sweat, it seeps from your pores."

Gerard brought his arm towards his nose and sniffed his skin.

"I can't smell anything... well, except the perfume I used this morning. It's really strong."

Gerard laughing pressing his ass down against Frank's crotch and hiccuped.

"We can still fuck, Frankie. I was only joking. I'm not gonna pass out."

"*sigh*Gerard please, I don’t want to do this. This is not how I want to ring in the New Year with you."

Frank gently pushed Gerard to the other seat and tried to get him to settle down.

Gerard frowned and placed his hands between his thighs.

"But..."

He trailed off, thinking of an excuse to get Frank's undivided attention.

"I'm... I'm cold."

He whimpered, putting on his best sad face.

"Aww baby, that is the alcohol trying to escape your system, here hold on."

Frank goes into the bench that he is sitting on and pulls out one of the quilts that he keeps for the kids. He moves over to where Gerard is and sets the quilt up to cover then both. He drapes an arm around his wife and lets him snuggle into his chest.

"Here, is that better?"

Gerard smiled against Frank's chest and nodded.

"So cozy..."

He murmured, nuzzling his head against his husband.

"Mmmm... I can't wait to get home so we can really get warm."



***Frank***







Frank was happy. He was afraid that Gerard was going to try something under the blanket, but Gerard dozed off for the rest of the trip.

"Do you need my help Sir?"

"No, thank you Louis, I can handle it if you help me get him out of the car."

Louis carefully lifted Gerard up and then placed him in Frank's waiting arms. He held the door for him since Charles was long asleep by now. Frank maneuvered his way through the living room and up the stairs. He had Louis push the door to the bedroom open and he carefully helped place Gerard on the bed.

"Thank you Louis, again you are a good man."

Good night Sir, Happy New Year to you both."

Louis closed the door and the sound of the lock woke Gerard up.

"F-Frank..."

He croaked, looking around the room.

"Easy baby, we're home now, come on, let's get you out of this and into something more comfortable to sleep in."

Gerard stretched and nodded, smiling sheepishly.

"Yeah, sounds good. How long was I asleep for?"

He sat up, slowly and unclipped his suspenders. When they snapped off he started to work on getting his top off.

"Pretty much the rest of the trip home. I knew that you needed it though. You seem to be feeling better, and you are not slurring your words anymore."

Frank crouched down and unlaced Gerard’s shoes. He noticed that Gerard was wearing stockings. How did he miss that earlier? He began to massage the soles of his feet. He knew how much the heels that Gerard liked to wear can hurt. He heard Gerard groan in appreciation and he flexed his toes outward. Frank moved from massaging Gerard's feet to this ankles and then calves. Frank reached up and unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled them down off of Gerard's creamy white thighs. As he watched them come off, he noticed that black lace was slowly coming into play. It stretched across his stomach and down his thighs to the stockings that were attached just above his knees.


"Fuck Gee, do you know how good you look right now?"

Gerard smirked, running his fingers through Frank’s hair.

"Yeah, from your expression I'm guessing I look pretty fucking good."

"Oh do you now? Well aren't we smug?"

Frank discarded Gerard's pants and ran his hands up his thighs. He stopped to pluck at the garter belt snapping it back against the skin and making Gerard jump. He smirked as he got up and pushed Gerard down on the bed. Frank crawled between his legs and ran his hand along Gerard's rapidly growing semi.

"It seems like someone thinks that I look pretty fucking good too."

Gerard nodded fast and pushed his hips off the bed. He groaned.

"So fucking good."

Now it was Frank's turn to be smug. He slowly slipped the black lace panties down, admiring that Gerard had more brains than some woman did to place them over top of the garter instead of under them. He pulled them off, but instead of tossing them with the pants Frank moved up Gerard's body and used them to tie Gerard's wrists together. Once he was secure, Frank began to unbutton Gerard's shirt, admiring how his pale skin came into view. He leaned in and brushed his nose against the smooth skin of his neck. He ran his tongue along the line and once finding the perfect place he latched on and sucked hard onto the spot. Gerard whimpered loudly and tipped his head back, revealing his entire throat to Frank.

"Such a slut aren't you baby? Look at you writhing under me like that. You can't help it can you? You want me to fuck you? You want me to shove my hard cock inside of you as you beg me to touch you?"

Gerard whimpered again, his eyes begging Frank to just take control.

"N-Now... fucking do it, Frankie. I'm begging you now."

Gerard pleaded shamelessly and Frank smirked again, he loved hearing Gerard like this. So pliable, willing to do anything that he was asked. Frank slipped the small tube of special lube out of his pocket. He saw it in the store when he was purchasing toys for Gerard as a private Christmas present. It intrigued him when he read the bottle, and the woman at the counter said they had free samples. Now he was about to find out how special it was. He popped the lid and let it dribble over Gerard's cock and down his ass crack. Gerard jumped at the cold sensation, but Frank bit down hard on his neck.

"Stay still you slut, I will tell you when to move."

Frank waited for Gerard to settle down and slipped his hand around his cock. He pumped it a few times letting the slick lubricant cover the whole surface so that when the surprise hit Gerard would feel it all over. Then he let go and Frank moved his hand to massage his balls with the lubricant. He continued down, rubbing it all along his ass crack until it glistened with the coating. Then he easily slipped three fingers inside. Gerard's jaw went slack and he squeezed his eyes shut. He took deep breaths and released high pitched moans. His body was slightly convulsing, and he couldn't stop himself from grinding down on his husband’s fingers.

"Oh. Oh. Ohhh, fuck!"

He was practically singing now, not being able to control the noises he made. When Gerard started to make that much noise Frank knew the warming lube was starting to heat up. The interesting thing the girl said about this one was not only did it warm up on the skin, but it had a kick to it like spicy food.


"It will tingle and make him jump around, he won't be able to stay still. *giggle*"


If the convulsing was anything to go by, the stuff was working. Frank upped the ante by pressing down on Gerard's prostate and brushing his fingers over and over it again.

"How’s that baby, you like that?"

Gerard started to chew on his lip now, to prevent himself from making any more embarrassing noises.

"... Mhmm. S'good, so good."

Frank lightly tapped Gerard on the face.

"Oh no you don’t, I want to hear you scream for me."

Frank opened his pants up and pulled out his cock. After slicking himself up, he pulled his fingers out and pushed in.

Gerard's breath hitched in his throat, causing him to squeak out in delight. He wrapped his legs around Frank’s waist and squeezed tightly, digging the heels of his feet into Frank’s lower back.

"God you feel so fucking good! So fucking tight, shit baby."

Frank gripped one hand on Gerard's bound wrist and held them as he continued to fuck him hard and fast. There was no time for slow and sensual. Frank knew that neither Gerard nor he wanted it any other way right now.

"There! Right there!"

Gerard screamed into Frank’s ear and attempted to lift his arms up.

"F-Fuck, Frankie! Oh god. I'm gonna cum!"

"Without me even touching you huh? Do it then, cum for me, I want to feel it."

Gerard mewled when those words left Frank’s mouth.

Cum for me.

"Harder, please Frankie."

Gerard urged, tightening his legs around him. Frank let go of Gerard's wrists and got a good grip on both his hips. He pulled the younger man to him with hard swift strokes, making sure to aim for his prostate every time. Frank was soon rewarded as Gerard screamed just as Frank had wanted him to.

"A-Are... Oh shit... Are you c-close, Frankie?"

"*pant* Mmmm, yeah baby, I'm, oh fuck, real close. I-I-I want to change positions though."

Frank pulls out of Gerard and crawls up onto the pillows.

"I want you to ride me baby. I want to see your face when you cum, and I want to them to hear you in the next state."

Gerard does what he's told and gets up, with a bit of a struggle since he was still bound at the wrist, and climbs onto Frank’s lap. He positions himself over his husband’s hard cock and sinks down with no problem. He lets out a content sigh and rests his arms on Frank’s shoulders.

"Do you want me to untie you baby, will that help?"

"N-No... I like being tied up."

Gerard stammered, blushing deep red. Frank laughs lightly. He likes that Gerard and him are like this. That they can talk about sex and what makes them happy without expectation.

"You know what baby, I am glad that you tell me these things. I like knowing what makes you happy so I can do them more often and not do what makes you uncomfortable."

The really interesting thing about Frank is that even with a conversation that should be a mood killer he has no problem staying hard inside Gerard. He uses his stomach muscles to twitch his cock inside of Gerard, brushing his prostate. This was the whole reason he wanted to change positions. Gerard dug his fingers through the back of Frank's hair and tugged hard.

"Ah- fuck, m-me too... Oh god."

He gasped, starting to grind his ass down on Frank’s cock for more friction. He did that over and over again, and he was suddenly seeing white. His loud moans echoed off the walls, and if they lived in an apartment Gerard's pretty sure their neighbors would bang against the wall and tell him to 'shut the fuck up'. But they didn't live in an apartment. They lived in a huge house, far away from other houses, so he was thankful he was able to scream his head off the way he was.

"Mm'ah!"

And that was it. Frank plants his hands on Gerard's hips and held him down on his cock firmly as he thrusted up into him. Gerard came hard, crying out his husband’s name along with a few profanities.

"That's it baby, you look so fucking beautiful when you're cumming."

Frank let Gerard ride out his orgasm completely before he pulled out. He surprisingly had not cum, and he wondered if it was because he had softened just a little while talking to Gerard. This did not bother him at all though. It was worth it all to see his wife in the throes of ecstasy like that. He helped his wife lay down on his chest, and stroked his sweat soaked hair.



***Frank & Gerard***






Gerard stayed in that position. He buried his face in his pillow and took deep, shallow breaths. His orgasm hit him hard and the aftermath was equally intense.

"How ya feelin baby?"

Frank lay on his side and brushed his fingers through Gerard's hair. He was smiling knowing that he had the ability to make his wife fall apart like this.

"... Mmmff... M'good..."

He croaked, turning his head to look at his husband.

"Did you finish?"

"Nah, but I'm alright. I did this for you anyway. I wanted to make sure that your New Year was memorable."

Frank stretched, feeling it in his muscles. Fucking Gerard was definitely a workout.

"You know Gee, thanks to you, I can quit going to the gym. Fucking you is way more fun and a great fat burner."

Gerard snickered and pressed himself closely against Frank.

"... Mmmm... Yeah, that's true... Can I tell you something?"

"As long as it's not 'fuck off,' or 'I am leaving you,' you can tell me anything you want baby."

Gerard swatted Frank playfully and shook his head, giggling.

"No never! I’d never say that... And you know I can't do that, right?"

Yeah Frank knew according to the contract that he could not do that, but Frank would never want to make Gerard stay if he was not happy. He did not care about the money, he cared about Gerard.

"Baby, fuck the contract and M's stupid rules, I will say this right now."

Frank leaned up more and took Gerard's hand in his. He caressed his wedding band and engagement ring.

"If I EVER do anything to hurt you and you feel the need to leave me, I want you to just go. No strings."

"Frank, Just... if you did anything to hurt me... M wouldn't take me back. He'd just... he'd throw me to some pimp and I'd be forced to..."

He trailed off and shuddered in disgust.

"No he wouldn't. Unfortunately I have confirmed information on that."

Frank gripped Gerard’s hand and brought it to his heart.

"I mean it Gerard. I will get it in writing and notarized. I do not deserve you if I do not know how to treat you right."

Gerard stared directly into Frank’s eyes with a vacant expression on his face.

"Well, that's not gonna ever happen. You're never gonna hurt me, right?"

"Do not plan on it in this lifetime or the next seven, which I plan to spend all with you."

Frank leaned down and kissed Gerard lightly. He circled his arms around him, and pulled him so that Gerard was now on top of him.

"Good."

Gerard chuckled, relaxing against Frank’s embrace.

"Hmm, what was I saying before?"

"Mmmm, I don’t remember, I do remember how good you feel though on top of me."

Gerard smirked and rolled his eyes.

"I just remembered, I was gonna tell you about a few New Years ago."

He can hear Billy and the kids counting down...

"It reminded me of this New Years... I was with my third husband, Billy, and it was so amazing, but when I started to drink I started to become unstable. He drank too, but he managed to keep a bit of his judgment. I ended up making him mad and he slapped me for the first time... I think at one point tonight I expected you to do the same."

”The first time?”

”Well yeah, later on there were other reasons, but this was the first.”

Frank pushes Gerard up so that he is sitting straight. He reaches up and caresses his cheek.

"Gerard I only ever plan on caressing this face and nothing else. I would be a hypocrite if slapped you for being drunk when I used to be such a mess that even Pete punching me would not stop me."

Frank watched Gerard's expression. Watched him breathing in and out straddling his waist. He looked like Goddess upon her throne all pale and tragic. He wanted to worship him forever. That is what he deserved.

"No... Frank, I deserved it."

Gerard’s tone was serious and cold. Frank was taken back.

"I was being so awful to him. I told him, in front of his mother, that he was a horrible father and a shitty husband. I accused him of having an affair with his secretary."

Just talking about Billy made his heart hurt. He was re-opening wounds that were still healing.

"He was so good to me and I... I was drunk and stupid and so jealous. I still am. He cheated on me because of me, because I expected him to."

Gerard jabbed his thumb into his chest to further get his point across.

"I drive everyone I love away. I drove my brother away. I-I-I drove my first five husbands away, I'm close to losing Spencer because Pete will tell him to stay away because of my behavior tonight, and then you're next."

Frank looked at Gerard whose eyes were threatening to let go of the tears he was trying so hard to hold back. He was more broken than Frank could ever have thought.

"Baby, what are you talking about? Spencer loves you, he is not leaving you trust me. There is also no possible way Pete would ever tell Spencer he could not hang out with you. Besides your friendship was tested when I was gone and from what Louis told me, you both passed with flying colors. If that idiot was too stupid to realize what he had with you and had to go sniffing up the skirt of a second class whore, then he did not deserve you and his loss is my fortune."

Frank sat up and pushed himself back to the headboard, pulling Gerard with him with the strength of his legs. Gerard giggled, a little surprised that Frank could do that. When he was against the headboard he pulled Gerard in close so that they were chest to chest. They were still both naked, well except for Gerard's stockings and garter belt, and Gerard had drying cum on his stomach, and Frank did not care. He held Gerard close and nuzzled his chest.

"Baby you are all I will ever need and all I ever want. Please believe me that you are worth a thousand times more than what Greta was to me. Her only worth is that she gave me those great kids, and she is too stupid to realize how amazing they are."

Gerard pressed his face into the crook of Frank’s neck.

"You're too good to me. I wish I'd met you sooner... Before I was married off to my first husband. I wish you could've been my first husband."

"Baby, I am ten years older than you. I would have been twenty six and you sixteen? No way would I have done it, no matter how gorgeous you were. My own kids are sixteen. Would you like to see Kody or Kat married to somebody that was much older than them? At least now you were old enough to decide on me too."

"But, we would have still loved each other like we do now."

He knows his view on things like that weren't normal for most people. It's just the way he had been taught... Well, brainwashed by M and such.

"*sigh* Gee, I was so fucked up back then, I almost lost my kids. I got into fights with Greta and Pete where we would end up in the emergency room with broken ribs and smashed in faces. I was a horrible person and it was all due to the heroin. I am glad that you are afraid of needles. It means you would never try the damnable stuff."

He can see that Gerard is starting to feel insecure. Frank pulls Gerard's face to him and peppers it with kisses. He kisses his eyelids and his nose. He kisses his cheeks and even raspberry's one of them making Gerard laugh and wipe his spit covered cheek off with an eeewww sound. He loves to hear him laugh. He would kill the person that took that away.

"I would like to believe that if I was in my right mind at the time, I would have fallen for you, just as I did a few months ago. My life is not complete without you anymore baby. You complete me."

Gerard placed the palm of his hand against Frank’s cheek and pecked him on the lips, softly.

"And you complete me, too."

He pressed his forehead against Frank’s and they sat there like that, looking into each other's eyes, exchanging cheesy grins and giggling soundly. It was a Happy New Year’s indeed.



***Timestamp: Monday January 7th***




***Gerard***







”Have a good day at school sweetheart.”


It's Monday, Gerard's first day of school. He thought it was amusing that it was also his and Frank’s fifth month together. He's propping his laptop, he bought with the bonus he got for getting that Felipe guy for the gallery’s next show. Stan was super happy to write out that check, up on Frank's desk... His creepily organized desk he's afraid to even look at. Gerard does not even clean it, he just dusts it lightly. He enters the school website and finds his first class. He checks in and looks at his first assignment. He has discussion questions twice a week and has to do eight replies over the course of four days. Like two a day. It does not seem like much. Still as he types he has trouble concentrating. He really was on edge as he did his school work and he realized he couldn't keep this up. He needed his own room. But he told Frank he'd be fine and that he didn't want him to build him his own space. Gerard sighed and sat back in Frank’s chair. He brought his hand down on the desk and accidentally knocked over his organizer. He sat there in shock. Frank was going to flip...

”Shit, I gotta talk to Frank.”



***Timestamp: Friday January 11th***






Friday was Gerard’s day off and he was determined to use it wisely. He was going to catch up on all the cleaning he missed while he worked. Gerard was on a roll with his cleaning spree. He literally went through every corner, crack and cabinet to make his point… and his point was: I don't play around when it comes to spit shining. He was about done when he got down on the ground to pick up a quarter he had dropped after finding it in the sofa. It was in front of the bookshelf in lounge. He grabbed the coin and diverted his eyes under the shelf. He saw something that seemed... off.

"Oh...?"

It looked like another room was behind the bookshelf. He jumped up on his feet and hurried out of the room.

"Charlie!"

"Yes Mrs. Iero?"

Gerard caught him halfway up the stairs.

"I need your help with something."

They entered the room and Gerard pointed at the bookshelf.

"Can you help me push this?"

"Of course Mrs. Iero, gladly."

Charles rolled up his sleeves and pushed his hands against the shelf. It revealed a door that was nailed shut.

”Anything else Mrs. Iero?"

"Actually, can you get Louis for me? Ask him to bring up a crowbar from the garage."

Charles bowed.

"Very well Mrs. Iero."

Gerard was so curious to find out what was locked behind the door... and why it was hidden by the bookshelf.

"Gerard, ya needed me with a crowbar?"

Louis stepped into the room looking confused and just as curious as Gerard.

"Yeah, look at this... see how it's sealed? Can you get it open for me?"

He batted his lashes at the driver playfully.

"Ahaha, I can't say no to a face like that? Sure, just step aside."

He rolled up his sleeves just as Charles did and angled the crowbar against the nails driven to wedge the door shut. After a few well-placed creaks and groans, he pried them off.

"Piece of cake."

"Thank you so much Louis!"

Gerard clapped a hand on his arm.

"I think I can take it from here."

Louis saluted him and left the room, taking the crowbar with him. Gerard sighed and pulled open the door and peered inside.

"What do we have here..."



***Frank***

"Hey baby, Frankies home."

Frank thought that strange that Gerard was not there to greet him. Well no not really. Since he started school sometimes he would be wrapped up in a duscussion online with another student. Frank walked into the living room, but did not see Gerard. He moved into the lounge and saw that one of the bookshelves was moved and the door behind it was open. He had forgotten all about the room. Quietly Frank walked up and stood in the door way and watched as Gerard stared around the room, looking at all the things. So dusty and never used. He knew Gerard wondered why he'd never seen it. Did Frank want to keep it hidden from him? He stepped over to the coffee table and ran his index finger across it. He pulled his finger back and rubbed it against his thumb.

"She never saw it."

Frank didn't mean to startle Gerard and saw that he was worried that he was going to be in trouble. He slowly moved over to his wife and slipped his arm around his waist.

"I had it built for our twentieth anniversary, which never happened of course. When she left I had the door sealed. Pete and I moved the bookcase in front of it, and I just forgot about it."

Gerard circled his hand around Frank’s wrist and squeezed gently.

"Did she know about it at least?"

"No, I don't think so."

Frank moved to the fireplace which was still set up to be lit. The bottle of sparkling cider was still in the silver bucket with two glasses set next to it and the rose petals had dried and gone brown. He picked one up and it turned to dust in his hand. He forgot how excited he was to show it to Greta.


"Do you think she will like it Petey?"



"Frankie you worry too much, I would drop to my knees for you if you gave me a gift like that."



"*chuckle* While I would love you to do that, really do that for me, you know that Greta is not into it."



Pete sighed and hugged Frank tightly. Frank knew that Pete was angry at Greta for this. It had nothing to do with not liking the act, but that Greta talked about it being degrading. In a nutshell she was putting down both her husband and Pete.


Frank was so caught up in moment that he did not realize he was crying or that Gerard had wrapped himself around Frank and was stroking his hip.

"I like it."

Gerard shyly hid is face in Frank’s shoulder, but he could feel the smile.

"You do? Well then baby it is yours. You can do what you want with it. Turn it into an art studio or a room that you can just relax in with a glass of wine."

Gerard pulled from Frank and stepped around the room, slowly, with his hands on his hips.

"I wanna leave it mostly like this, but maybe I can do my school work in here? Oh and of course I look forward to sitting in front of the fire and relaxing with you on the love seat."

Frank smiled. Gerard was such an open book when it came to his love for his husband. Frank wanted to pick him up and hug him tightly right now smothering him with kisses. He also had the urge to fuck him raw in front of a roaring fireplace on the cliché white rug. Instead he moved up behind him and peppered his neck lightly with kisses.

"I think that sounds perfect"

*

*

*

”Wow, I forgot all about that place!”

”I know and he was so excited when I said he could have it.”

Frank was upstairs in his Study while Gerard was enjoying using his new room to get his school work done. When Frank left, Gerard was on the sofa with his back against a pillow with his laptop having a discussion with another student about one of his replies. Frank was so proud of Gerard for going into this with such determination. He could see why none of his other husbands wanted him to get an education. They were afraid of his ambition. Frank only even encouraged the ambitions of the people around him. Hell, he even helped one of his former employees to go independent after getting their diploma while working for him. Greta was mad at that one he remembered.


”Frank, you’re an idiot! We just lost the best gardener in the state!”



”Christ Greta, what was so wrong with him wanting an education to better himself!?”



”He didn’t need to better himself, he was fine being a servant!”



”What? Listen to yourself, you are talking nonsense!”



”Yeah? Well I am not getting on my hands and knees in the dirt like a commoner.”



”Fuck Greta! Commoner?! What the fuck!?”


”Frankie!?”

”What huh? Oh sorry Pete, I was drifting. Memories you know?”

”Yeah, well, do you plan on opening the door?”

”The door?”

”Yeah, you kept drifting during the convo so much that I said fuck it and came over. So open the fucking door.”

Frank walked away from the desk and opened the Study door. Sure enough there was Pete with a smirk on his face and his Bluetooth in his ear. He pressed a button and after a few seconds there was a dial tone filling the room. Frank walked over to the desk phone and pushed the button to disconnect his end of the call.

”So, memories huh?”

”Yeah, fucked up ones.”

”Frankie you always blamed yourself for the marriage going to shit. When are you going to just accept that it was her mostly. I mean I know you did stuff too, but she was the worst.”

Frank flopped in his chair. He rested his head on the desk. He heard Pete perch on the corner and then felt his fingers carding through his hair.

”Mmmm, that feels nice.”

”Awww, is my Frankie tense, here let Petey fix you up.”

Pete moved in front of Frank and lifted Frank’s head. He laid it on his thigh and then used his legs to pull the high backed office chair to him. One wheel still squeaked all these years later, but Frank loved this chair and was not giving it up. Pete began to rub the back of his neck in small circles using the pads of his thumbs. Frank did nothing to stifle the moan that came out. He never realized he was that tense.

”See, all these years later, my magic fingers still work on you.”

”*groan* I, fuck that feels so good.”

Frank did not have to look up to know that Pete was smirking. He also could feel that Pete kicked off his shoes and was massaging Frank’s thighs with his toes. He felt him creep them further in till they brushed his crotch.

”You don’t play fair do you Pete? What do you want?”

”Want? What makes you think I want something?”

”Because you are pushing all *groan* the buttons on me that you did when we were younger and you wanted something.”

”I was just thinking that this would be nice for me to do since I can tell how tense you have been since New Years.”

”Mmmmm”

”Yes Frankie, you are so tense and you need to relieve that tension.”

”And how would you propose that I do that?”

”Oh, I don’t know, but maybe Spencer could help you with that.”

Now Pete had caught Frank’s attention. What could his wife have to do with this? Frank looked up at Pete and saw a glimmer in his eye.

”You know Frankie, I think we had a lot of fun at the party, don’t you?”

”Yeah, it was a lot of fun.”

”Mmmm and the boys seemed to have had fun as well, with each other too.”

”Pete….”

Pete pushed back down on Frank’s neck with his thumbs and moved them down to the top of his spine. Frank groaned again as he found another tight knot. Pete was up to something and Frank thinks he knew what that something was. Pete was trying to play dirty, but Frank knew how to play better. He turned his head to the other side so that he was facing Pete’s crotch. He moved his head so that he had his face really close and then he just relaxed and breathed… hot air right onto Pete’s crotch.

”Fuck!”

”You were saying Petey?”

”Ah yeah, well, I kept thinking about that uh, kiss that I shared with ah ah, Gee, and well he did get me up when I was hah, pretty fucking drunk.”

”Mmmm, he did didn’t he?”

”Yeah, so I was thinking, oh fuck, why not the four of us get together and… fuck Frankie, just fucking blow me please!”

”Now Petey, you know I can’t, I’m married after all…”

Frank started to rise dragging his hand up Pete’s thigh and using it as leverage to stand up, causing Pete to fall back on the desk. He crawled his fingers up to the buttons on Pete’s shirt and flicked each one as he punctuated his words.

”and I. Don’t. Fuck. Around. On. My. Wife.”

Pete grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him forward until their crotches were nearly touching.

”God damn you and your morals Iero. Come on, it will be amazing. You cannot tell me that Gerard has not told you any stories about how it feels to fuck Spencer.”

”Mmmm, mostly he complained about how hard and tiring it is to top.”

”Well I can tell you that my baby is tight and perfect, and will fit your cock like a velvet glove.”

”Yeah, but Gerard does that for you…wait... you so want to fuck Gerard don’t you?”

”I have given it a passing thought.”

”Passing thought my ass.”

Frank reached out and grabbed Pete’s crotch hard and Pete moaned loudly. He kept massaging him and Pete bucked up into it.

”Well fuck Pete, is this from me or the thought of fucking my wife?”

”Ah aha ha ah, a little of both maybe?”

”Well, I am not going to make any promises, but why don’t you and Spencer come over for dinner tomorrow. We will see how things go from there.”

”*groan* yeah yeah yeah, but fuck please Frankie, something, anything, I’m begging!”

Frank smirked, he knew he won this round. He pulled Pete forward and shoved a thigh between his legs. He kissed Pete long and hard and pushed his thigh against his sealed cock. Pete, grateful for the friction, pushed against it as he sucked Frank’s tongue into his mouth.

”Oh God Frankie, so good, feels so good. Gonna cum soon.”

”Fuck yeah Petey, come on, cum for me.”

Frank bit down on Pete’s neck and Pete cried out cumming in his jeans. Frank worked him through it while sucking on his neck and leaving an impressive mark. When Pete finally finished shuddering he leaned against Frank’s shoulder Frank circled his arms around him while he patted and rubbed his back lightly. Pete leaned up to looked at him and smiled.

”I will say this though, I am not forcing him. If Gerard says no to you, it is no.”

”Yeah Frankie, yeah, I would never force myself on anyone.”

”Yeah, I know.”

Frank helped Pete off the desk and they went to his room and he leant him a pair of pants. Pete cleaned his cock off in the sink and then slipped into the new jeans commando.

”Spencer’s in for a wild surprise tonight huh?”

”Oh yeah, speaking of, I should get home. See you guys tomorrow.”

”Bye Pete.”

After Pete left, Frank groaned. He had a hard on from hell. He smirked and moved down the stairs to the lounge and knocked on the door to Gerard’s room. He heard a muffled 'come in' and opened the door. He saw Gerard still perched in the same place doing school work. He moved around to where Gerard was and stood near his face while Gerard told him about the discussion he had, and the new class he was in now. Frank waited patiently, really listening to Gerard, but waited for the moment that he looked up. When Gerard saw his cock straining against his pants he looked up at Frank and smiled. Frank cupped Gerard’s chin and held it as he slowly unzipped his pants.

”Well baby, I do believe it is recess.”



***The Next Day****




***Gerard***






Gerard went all out for dinner with Spencer and Pete. Frank even helped him with the vegan vanilla cake they topped with strawberries and black berries. Watching Frank bake was the cutest thing. Gerard couldn't contain his fits of giggles when his husband slipped on an apron...the girliest apron he owned. When Spencer and Pete arrived Charles let them in and escorted them to the dining room where Frank and Gerard were at setting the table.


"Well I'll be damned, don't you look cute. Did Gerard make you wear that?"

Gerard answered before Frank could.

"Actually, he put it on himself. You don't have to immediately assume I forced him to."

He smirked in Pete's direction and Pete bowed at him and winked.

"I'm just a realistic thinker."

Spencer rolled his eyes and took his seat.

"Stop harassing each other and let's eat. Everything looks and smells delicious."

Everyone took their seats, and Gerard stood up and started to serve everyone.

"I made baked ziti with a side of roasted veggies."

Frank looked at his plate as Gerard piled it high with veggies, smiling proudly.

"Looks perfect Geebear, great job."

"Yeah Gee baby, you've really out done yourself."

Spencer spoke while stuffing his mouth with a piece of eggplant. Pete just let out a deep moan, closing his eyes and flashing a thumbs up in Gerard's direction. Gerard giggled and plopped down in his seat.

"Aw, thanks everyone, but wait till you have some of Frank’s dessert. Smells like heaven."

”Oh I have had some of Frank’s dessert and it indeed smells like heaven.”

Gerard opened his mouth, shocked as Frank smirked and Spencer smacked Pete in the back of the head.

”Wait till after dinner for that shit please.”

After dinner they all gathered in the living room. Gerard and Spencer were sitting next to one another on the love seat, sipping on wine and talking about anything they could cover while Frank and Pete sat in front of each other at the chess table. Pete was drinking a beer and Frank was sipping on a diet coke.

"So I don't know if I told you this..."

Gerard started, taking a sip of his wine.

"But I was spit shining the whole house a few days ago and I found this secret room."

Spencer double took and nearly choked on his wine.

"Secret room? You're telling me this gigantic house has another room in it?"

Gerard giggled at Spencer’s expected reaction.

"Yeah and it's pretty sweet. Like, the thought of it. It was meant for Frank's ex wife, but he never got to show her. Romantic isn't it?"

Spencer smiled and inched closer to Gerard.

"I wanna see it!"

They caught Pete and Frank’s attention.

"See what?"

Pete asked wiggling his brows at Spencer teasingly.

"Not what you're thinking."

Gerard laughed, standing and helping Spencer up.

"The room."

Gerard turned to Frank and smiled.

”Frankie, do you have your key still?”

Frank patted his chest and smiled back.

”Right here baby, close to my heart like you.”



***Frank***






Frank made his way into the lounge with Pete and Spencer following behind him. Gerard was grabbing some sparkling cider and four glasses. Frank pulled the key from his neck and placed in the lock.

"Man, why do you still keep it locked when it's just you and Gee?"

"I just always did so I still do. Fuck Pete, you make it sound like it is some BDSM dungeon!"

"Oohh, you should totally turn it into one!"

"So not into that, and you fucking know it. I still can’t believe you tried that shit with me!"

"What? College is for experimenting so..."

"Not when I had trouble breathing the next day in class."

"Boys, c'mon now, no fighting."

"Have you met them Gee baby? All they do is fight. They are like an old married couple. I swear, sometimes I wonder why they never got married."

Pete looks at Frank and smirks. He turns to his wife and smiles.

"Because my love, I do not enjoy taking it up the ass constantly."

Spencer sputtered at this and Frank cracked up hard as he got the door unlocked and opened it. Gerard stepped in, glaring at Pete with a smirk on his face. He then turned to the table in the back of the room and set the glasses down and started pouring the drinks.

"Definitely more fun taking it up the ass, right Spence?"

For once Spencer was at a loss for words and Frank found this absolutely amusing. He slapped Gerard on the ass causing him to nearly miss a glass he was pouring into. The squeak that he emanated was so adorable that even Pete laughed. Frank moved to the fireplace and after rearranging the logs, set about starting the process of burning them properly.

"So Gerard, what do you think of Frankie going through all this for that heartless bitch and her not appreciating it one fucking bit?"

Gerard shrugged his shoulders and then sipped his drink.

"I appreciate it... so that's that."

He stepped over to Frank and pecked him on the cheek.

"I wish I could say the same thing about Greta. God Frankie, when I think about her hurting you like that, it just makes me..."

Frank finishes with the fire and turns to see his best friend angry and distraught. It hurts his heart because Pete used to like Greta a lot. She even thought she could dissuade and turn him to her side during the divorce fights. Pete was always more loyal to Frank though and it had nothing to do with Frank's cock as Greta so rudely put it one night.

"Easy Petey, you're gonna get all riled up and she is not worth it."

Frank sat down on the love seat with Pete and circled an arm around his shoulders. Pete sighed and leaned his head onto Frank's shoulder.

"You were always too good for her Frankie."



***Spencer***






Spencer moved over to Gerard and circled his waist. He took his glass from Gerard and sipped it with the other hand.

"They really are cute together aren’t they?

Gerard nodded, humming. He turned himself around so that he was facing Spencer and placed his arms on his shoulder, pouting a bit.

"Yeah, but it's kinda making me jealous."

Gerard knows he and Spencer would have made a decent couple, but they were both too demanding with certain... things. But by the looks of Pete and Frank, they probably would have worked out if they had those kinds of feelings for one another. Spencer smirked as he put his glass down and turned his full attention to Gerard.

"Aww, Gee baby, are you feeling left out a little? Here let me make it better."

Spencer used his free hand to caress the back of Gerard's neck and pull him forwards to seal his lips with a kiss. He was being sweet and tender right now and just enjoying the feel of Gerard's soft lips. Gerard started kissing back instantly. He even moaned against Spencer's lips.

Spencer loved the sound of Gerard moaning, and wanted to hear it more. He moved the hand attached to the arm around Gerard's waist to cup one of his ass cheeks and push him closer. That made Gerard part his lips with a gasp, and Spencer took full advantage of this to begin exploration with his tongue. He forgot about the other two men in the room and gave Gerard his one hundred percent focus, just like he knew Gerard wanted. Gerard quickly brought his hand, that wasn't holding his drink, up into Spencer's hair and tugged on the greasy locks until their lips were no longer touching. He whined as they broke apart, but it was his doing.

"I... need to... to put this down or I'm gonna drop it."

He started to take his drink to the table and noticed his husband and Pete were practically drooling.

"Uh... here, I can take that, uh yeah."

Pete was stuttering badly trying to push out his words. He had never seen anything as hot as his wife kissing Gerard. He had seen Spencer kiss Ryan many times, but Spencer and Gerard had this chemistry that just could not be denied.

"What's a matter Petey? Never seen two guys kiss before?"

Frank was cracking up as he rose off the love seat and moved to where Gerard was. He took the drink for Gerard and downed it quickly before pulling Gerard's face to him and kissing him hard and letting the juice and saliva flavor it with crisp apples. Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank’s shoulders and kissed back, aggressively. He was practically already having sex... just with his and Frank's face he was so turned on already. Kissing was one of the things he could do all the time and enjoy it more and more. Sometimes even more than actual fucking. Spencer took the opportunity to attack Gerard's neck with his lips and tongue. He left a trail of saliva from the base to Gerard's ear, and after sucking on the earlobe for a few, he worked his way back down to dip his tongue in the depression of Gerard's collarbone. Spencer loved that Gerard shuddered when he did this. Knowing all of Gerard's weak points was gold to him.

"God Gee baby, you taste so fucking good."

"Mind if I have a taste?"

Frank could not answer Pete directly so he held out a hand to him and beckoned him over with a crooked finger. Pete got up and tentatively moved over to where Spencer was. Spencer made room for him on the right and together they attacked Gerard's neck while Frank continued to kiss him. Spencer thought that Gerard must be in heaven with all the attention he was getting right now. Gerard removed his lips from Frank’s and emitted a deep moan and moved his hands on the hem of his husband’s shirt. He wanted him naked now. He needed to feel skin.

"O-Off..."

He stammered, tugging the material up, revealing the tattoo on his pelvis.

"He is an eager one isn't he Frankie?"

"Always Pete, hey Spencer, give me a hand with this one."

Frank stepped away from Gerard, much to his dismay, and allowed Spencer to move in front of him to lift off his shirt. This left Gerard in the arms of Pete who was helping to unbutton Gerard's blouse.

"I love the fact that this shows off your pale skin"

Frank and Pete could not have orchestrated this better. Both Gerard and Spencer were playing their parts well without even realizing it. Once his shirt was removed, Frank removed Spencer's and then turned the younger man around to push him and Gerard chest to chest. Pete maneuvered Gerard forward as well, and now the wives were trapped between them lavishing each other with kisses again. Frank looked at Pete and just smiled. This may not be as awkward as they thought it might be after all. Gerard moved his hand back towards Pete's crotch and massaged him there. He was still kissing Spencer, but it was fun to multitask in situations like this. His friend’s husband was hard. Hard and fucking huge he could feel and he was suddenly even more turned on. Pete let out a sound that startled even him. He did not expect for Gerard to be so forward with him. It was quite welcomed though, and he pushed into the delicate fingers that were now moving to find his belt. It was an incredible talent to achieve this with one hand and from behind. Pete was impressed.

"This is a trick you must teach Spence my dear."

"Hey babe, who do you think taught it to him in the first place."

Pete looked up to see Spencer with Frank's belt in his hand and Frank's pants pooled onto the floor by his feet. Pete would have laughed at that moment, if Gerard had not just did this thing where he grazed his nail under the head of his cock. Even through the cloth of his boxers, he sent shivers down his back. He looked at Frank who was biting on Spencer's shoulder.

"You bastard, you told him my secret."

Gerard laughed obnoxiously at that and turned himself around to face Pete. He started to pull his boxers down, slowly.

"I've got a few tricks of my own… but I'm not looking for any students."

He winked, finally getting Pete's boxers off. He gaped at the man’s erect cock and immediately turned to Frank, gasping.

"Frank! How could you allow him to be the bottom with a cock like that?!"

"It is because he has a cock like that, isn’t that a big enough reason for you? Besides it served the purpose that I wanted it to for me and I don’t think that Pete was complaining about that, were you Pete?"

"I'm sorry Pete is not here right now as his brain has turned to mush due to the attention to his cock by your wife. Please leave a message at the sound of the groan."

Just as Spencer finished his little speech, as if on cue, Pete let one escape from his throat as Gerard deep throated him. Spencer smirked and spun around in Frank's arms.

"So Frankie, I heard that your skills rival Gee's. Care to give me a demonstration?"

Frank laughed and pulled Spencer to him.

"Oh I will do more than that, but you better be sitting for this because your legs have no chance at my skills."

Spencer was about to make a remark when Pete barked at him.

"Fuck! Sit the fuck down Babe, or you will end up on your ass, *groan* trust me."



***Pete***






Gerard bobbed his head up and down expertly, not even paying attention to what everyone was saying. He was ready for some action of his own so he started to take off his pants as he sucked Pete off. Gerard was good, really fucking good. He knew all the tricks with his tongue and even a little teeth to bring Pete to the edge quickly, but Pete knew he wanted more. Frank and him had discussed this prior and they both agreed that the final decision was Gerard's and that they would go along with whatever he wanted.

"Gee Gee, fucking hell, stop baby, please."

Gerard pulled back, slowly, and blinked up at Pete. He had just gotten his pants off and now he was left in his underwear, his lacy, black underwear. Pete dropped to his knees hard. He surged up and pulled Gerard into a strong kiss. He tasted a ghost of himself as he explored the interior of Gerard's mouth hungrily. He felt Gerard growing limp in his embrace and it made Pete smile. He did the same thing with Spencer and he loved it. He ran his fingers along the edge of Gerard's panties and playfully walked his fingers down until he brushed against his trapped cock. Gerard moaned this time and Pete leaned into his ear as he rubbed his cock with the silken material.


"You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now. Would you like that? Like the cock whose size and girth you just admired with that perfect mouth of yours to be rammed in and out of you? I bet you have a tight ass too. I bet it will stretch you so good. Think about it baby."

While Pete dripped dirty words into Gerard's ears, he moved his wandering fingers behind him and slipped them under the satin barrier. He circled around his sensitive opening, playfully pushing against it, but never breaching. He wanted Gerard's full consent first.

"Oh... Fuck... Fuck yes... Fuck me, Pete."

He practically begged, pressing down against Pete's digits. Pete clearly knew how to make a boy beg for his manhood. He was such a tease, and Gerard decided he'd finally met his match.

"That's what I like to hear, begging pouring from those beautiful lips of yours."

Pete pushed his finger inside Gerard easily. Gerard knew how to relax and take it. Pete wiggled around searching for that perfect moment when he heard Gerard cry out.

"Bingo."

Pete chuckled as he began to graze over the perfect spot several times before inserting a second finger to continue the assault.

"I knew you would be this fucking tight. Can't wait to get my hard cock inside you. How do you want it baby, tell me."

Gerard swallowed the lump in his throat, audibly, and shuddered.

"I... I want..."

He paused and released a high pitch moan.

"I want you to pin me down and fuck me so hard I won't be able to walk straight for a month."

"I think I can accommodate that request."

Pete removed his fingers from Gerard with a strong protest of course from the man himself. He eased Gerard backwards and carefully unfolded his legs out from under him so he would not get hurt. He could tell that Gerard appreciated the simple gesture. Gerard was laid out on the white faux bear skin rug and he looked breathtaking with his pale skin rivaling the color under him. Pete leaned over and kissed him softly, slowly moving from his lips down his body lightly peppering him with kisses as he went. When he reached the edge of the black panties he took them in his teeth and gradually eased them off of his thighs. As his cock sprang free of the confines of its satin prison, he took a moment to admire it while he pulled the rest of the material away. He tossed them over his shoulder and looked over at Frank who had Spencer on his hands and knees and his face pushed into the same rug as he fucked him steadily. Frank gave a quick nudge of his head towards the warming lube and condoms that were placed on the floor. They agreed on this earlier too, mostly because Pete had such an open relationship himself.

"Hang on baby, this is going to tingle a little."

Gerard folded his lips together and wiggled a bit on the rug. He was eager. So eager he was about to shove Pete back and just sit right on Pete Jr. without second thought. But he did think about it. Fuck, that would hurt.

"You're so big..."

Gerard praised, watching Pete lather himself up.

"I think I'm lucky to have such a generous husband and best friend of course. But we're good at sharing too, right-- Ahh, sssss'fuck!"

Gerard gasped as Pete did not wait, he pushed straight into Gerard, slowly, but still in one fluid motion. He felt Gerard clench up from the intrusion at first, and Pete waited patiently for Gerard to get used to his girth before moving.



***Mixed POV’s***






"Shit, fuck, ah, I I I, FUCK!"

Spencer could not take it much longer as Frank managed to find his prostate once again. It was like the man had a map or something. He fisted the rug hard looking for anything to scramble for. He heard Gerard moaning not far from him and saw movement out of the corner of his eyes. He knew that Pete was fulfilling Gerard's request to pin him and pound him. Spencer knew his husband would be quite accommodating. That was the moment that he realized what was missing, he was missing contact with Gerard. It felt good to get fucked by Frank, but he needed more.

"Uh, Frankie, I need, I need,..."

"Fuck, what babe, what do you need?"

"Gee, I need Gee."

Gerard tipped his head back and shot Spencer a lust filled glance.

"C'mere... nnnn'f-fuck. Oh God, Spencer, he he's fucking me so good. He's so fucking big and thick."

His mouth hung open after he finished talking and he fisted his hand in Pete's hair to keep himself from lying there like a rag doll. Frank did about two or three more thrusts into Spencer and then allowed the boy to slide off of him. He watched as Spencer and Gerard connected together by their mouths. The kiss was dirty and innocent at the same time. The dirty of course obvious, but the innocence of how much they both needed each other tugged at Frank's heart. He looked up from that scene and made short eye contact with Pete before he watched his head thrown back. He knew that Pete was enjoying his wife's perfect tight ass, but he knew how he could enhance the experience.

"Hey Petey, wanna play double-dutch?"

"Oh fuck yeah! Get that perfect cock of yours over here Iero."

Frank crawled over and removed the condom. He would not need it. Frank knew that no one else fucked Pete except for him so there was no concern. He moved behind Pete and whispered in his ear.

"To the upper right, and stay very still."

Pete smirked as he knew that he was given the direction of Gerard's prostate. He followed and was greeted with a howl that was swallowed up by Spencer's mouth. He stayed very still while Frank lined up and pushed into him the same way he did to Gerard.

"FUCK!"

Gerard tore his lips away from Spencer and released a sound whimper. He did that over and over again because Pete's thrusts were becoming deeper and more drawn out. He was gonna cum soon, too soon, he closed his eyes and released deep breaths. He needed to regain composure or else he was gonna shoot all over Pete's pelvis.

"Fuckkkkk..."

He whined, pressing the palms of his hands against Pete's chest. He raked his nails there, leaving red track marks. Spencer watched the scene that Gerard could not see. While Pete was fucking him, Frank was fucking Pete. Spencer saw that Gerard was really losing it so he grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed.

"I got you Gee baby, don't worry, I I I I, ah ah ah ah shit!"

Spencer was not expecting for Gerard to suddenly take him in his mouth. It felt so fucking good though and fuck if it was not a good idea. He maneuvered himself so that he and Gerard were in a complete sixty nine position, and he went down on him. Frank could not believe the sight before him. His wife getting fucked by his best friend while he fucked him hard, and then his wife going down on Gerard while Gerard sucked on his cock. They all created a perfect rhythm for a few minutes until Frank could not hold it anymore and came with a groan causing a fucking domino effect. Gerard's mouth was suddenly... fuller. He pulled his mouth off of Spencer's cock and swallowed his load. He felt Pete ram into his prostate, dead on, he yelped loudly and came. Spencer groaned as he heard Pete cry out and cum erratically moving his hips against Gerard. He hit Gerard in just the right spot because Gerard came a second later and Spencer tried to swallow as much as he could, but it was a huge load. He pulled off and felt himself pulled in by Pete to kiss him and lick his cum covered lips clean.

"I love you."

Spencer was surprised to hear Pete say this at that moment, but it showed that he never had to fear losing his husband to another. Slowly the group disengaged from each other. Frank and Pete fell against the love set and Gerard and Spencer curled up in their laps. Frank and Pete held hands as the four exhausted and spent men fell asleep with the sound of the fire crackling in the background.


***Timestamp: Tues. Jan 15th***



***Gerard***






Ever since the orgy with Pete and Spencer in the secret room Gerard found himself wondering how they'll ever top that off. He knew it didn't matter-- sex, that is. In the beginning it did. It meant everything to Gerard, and not even the physical aspect of it. It was his way of telling his husbands that he belonged to them, that they own him. It was different now, with Frank. Gerard sighed inwardly and cuddled closer against his husband. The secret room wasn't just for school and sex. It was for moments like this, relaxing, cuddling, even talking. Gerard giggled aloud and Frank shifted under him.

"You wanna hear something funny?"

"Sure baby, make me laugh."

Gerard stifled a laugh and nuzzled his nose against the crook of Frank’s neck.

"I like cuddling with you."

"Told you before baby, that is my favorite part about coming home to you. What brought this on?"

"Well... I was just thinking if I should put my hands down your pants. And then I realized I don't have to do that every five minutes, ya know?"

Frank looked down at Gerard and laughed.

"Well, while I would certainly not mind if you did that, I don’t think every five minutes is necessary... maybe every six?"

Frank laughed and ducked as Gerard went to hit him with one of the throw pillows.

"You would get tired of sex if I did that."

Gerard laughed, returning to his spot against Frank’s chest.

"I don’t know if I would get tired of it, I mean fuck baby, every day you amaze me with how sexy you are, but I like the idea that you do not only come to me when want to fuck."

To push his point, Frank pulled Gerard onto his lap and took his face in his hands.

"Geebear, I love you, not parts of you, you. I know that it sounds crazy after less than six months, but I have a connection to you that I have never had before with anyone. I feel like we have known each other in the past, in other lives. I feel like I have been searching for you forever and now that I have you, I am never going to let you go. Not even death can separate us."

Gerard cupped Frank’s hand with his own and smiled sheepishly.

"I feel the same way. I love you so much, Frankie. You have no idea."

Frank pulled Gerard into a kiss. It was not rushed or heated with passion, but with the love and commitment that he had. Gerard could feel the warmth of it moving through him and into his chest, not his cock. It warmed him down to his soul. Frank broke away and there were tears glistening in his eyes.

"I love you Gerard Iero. Now and forever."


***Timestamp: Monday January 21st***



***Frank***






Frank was worried. He worried all the way down the elevator, on the ride home, and till he touched the door knob. The door opened on him and Charles was standing there.

"Evening Sir."

"Hey Charles, where are the kids and Gerard?"

"Mrs. Iero and the children are in the art room playing a game."

"A game? Wait, what game?"

"I don't believe I know Sir."

"Alright, thanks Charles."

He handed Charles his coat and moved down the hall and through the living room to the lounge. He heard laughter coming from the previously hidden room, now deemed Gerard's art room and where he did his school work.

"No no no Gee, the rule changed!"

"Yeah, now you have to add one to each written number!"

"Look, the card says "Draw 2" and the other card says "Play 3". Now it's "Draw 3" and "Play 4", that is why it is called inflation! "

"Ohhhhh..."

Gerard giggled with his hand over his mouth.

"Do you guys have Monopoly?"

"Ugh, Gee, there is no challenge to those kinds of games. This challenges your mind and ability to think steps ahead."

"Are you guys driving mom crazy again?"

The kids looked up and saw Frank and smiled with the kind of look that told Frank that was exactly what they were doing. Adorably they looked at him and with big eyes they chorused together.

"No, we would never do that."

Gerard grinned when he saw his husband and he hopped out of his seat to give him a hug.

"These little bundles of joy could never drive me crazy."

Gerard laughed, wrapping his arms around Frank’s shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.

"How has my baby been today? Dinner smells amazing as usual."

The kids realized that they lost Gerard's attention so they began to pack up the game and clean up the snack that they were eating.

"Come one Kat, let's go set the table."

Kat and Kody smiled and left the room.

Gerard watched the kids until they were completely gone and then pulled Frank into a hard kiss on the mouth, wet and noisy.

"Good. I've been good... better now."

Frank grabbed onto Gerard's hips and pulled him in tightly to his body. He ran his hand to cup his ass and listened as Gerard squeaked a little. He laughed breaking the kiss.

"It is so cute that you won’t do that in front of the kids. You know they know it too right? That is why they leave the room."

Gerard nodded, slowly and then smirked.

"I guess they know us too well... or it could be because they notice the way I look at you. That's the real hint for them to hit the road."

Frank laughed, or at least tried to. He felt horrible. He was going to ruin the mood with his announcement.

"So Geebear, what's for dinner?"

He led Gerard out of the room and to the dining area. The kids had set a perfect...

"Ah Kat, sweetheart. We can't use this plate."

"Why not dad?"

"Because it does not match the glasses."

"Oh, but I like that plate and..."

"I FUCKING SAID NO!"

Frank grabbed the plate and smashed it on the ground. He then yanked the table cloth and the rest of the dishes crashed to the ground. He looked up and saw that Gerard was staring at him wide eyed. The kids were huddled together with Kody soothing Kat, who was visibly shaken.

"AH FUCK!"

Frank ran out of the room and pounded up the stairs. He went to the upstairs Study and threw the door open. He walked over to the book shelf and pushed it over. He was so angry at himself for losing it and in front of the kids. He didn’t understand why the plate bothered him, it just did. He still should not have reacted that way, and it made him even angrier. He punched a mirror on the wall and watched it shatter and fall to the ground.

"Deja fucking vu!"



***Gerard***






"Sweetie, are you okay?"

Gerard asked Kat and when she nodded Gerard sighed, and jetted up stairs after his husband.

"Frankie... Honey... Are you okay?"

He checked the bedroom first. He wasn't there.

He checked the bathroom. Still no Frank.

He paced through the halls and stopped in front of Frank’s study. He called out.

"Frank, are you in there?"

He stepped into the room and gasped at the destruction in front of him.

"Fuck, are you okay?"

Frank turned around cradling a bleeding hand. There was a sharp piece of glass sticking out of it.

"Do I look okay to you Gerard? Do I?!"

He dripped a trail of blood from where he was standing to the window. He stared at the falling snow, and laid his head against the cold glass.

"I just scared the shit out of my daughter after destroying half the fucking china! The worst part is, I don’t even know why!? FUCK!"

Frank slammed his head against the glass and it cracks a bit. Gerard jumped in shock, rushed over to Frank, and pulled him away from the window by his shoulder.

"And now you're scaring me! Stop it! Stop hurting yourself. Break the china, break the bookshelf, but don't fucking break your head in the process. All that shit is replaceable, you aren't."

Gerard delicately wrapped his arm around his husband’s back and guided him to the chair in front of the desk and sat him in it gently.

"I'm sure Kat's fine. Just please, fucking relax. I'm gonna get the first aid kit. Don't do anything stupid. Can I trust you?"

He stared into Frank's eyes. The poor man look defeated. When Frank nodded Gerard sighed in relief.

"Okay, I'll be right back."

He hurried to the bathroom and grabbed everything he needed to bandage Frank's hand and head, and rushed back to the study.



***Frank***






Frank's hand was throbbing now and he wondered how much blood he actually lost. He looked up and saw Gerard with the first aid kit. He could not believe how calm he was. He wondered if he ever had to do this for his other husbands... but then again they would hit him. Frank may destroy inanimate objects, but he would never lay a hand on Gerard in anything, but love.

"I'm a shitty father aren't I? Maybe Greta was right about me. I am not fit to be a father, even off the drugs."

Gerard dropped the first aid kid on the desk and shook his head. He looked into Frank’s eyes and spoke vehemently.

"No. You're an amazing father. You're human and you have your moments. You're allowed to have your moments."

Frank looked up at his wife. His words rang clearly in his ears.

"Thank you. Thank you for being such an amazing man and letting me be a part of your life."

Gerard smiled at him and went about pulling out the tweezers to remove the glass.

"Do you think that she will forgive me?"

"Of course I will dad."

Frank looked up and saw Kat in the door way with Kody wrapped around her. He let her go and Kat walked up to him. She looked at the glass in his hand and winced. She put her hand on his shoulder and hugged him.

"I understand that adults fuck up just like we do, but next time, can you just warn me when you take your crazy pills?"

Frank laughed and hugged Kat with his free arm. Kody walked in and knelled next to Frank.

"So can we help mom?"

"Sure, I'd love your help. All that's left is to patch him up."

”And cleaning up this fuck ton of a mess.”

The kids worked with Gerard to help remove the glass. Kody was worried that it was like a needle to his step-mom, but Gerard was all business and the blood did not even faze him. Even though the glass went deep, it was not deep enough for stitches, but with some nu-skin painted over it, it sealed shut and finally stopped bleeding. Frank watched as Gerard handed the gauze to Kat and she carefully wrapped the hand so that he could flex his fingers still. Then Gerard cut and taped it. He then placed a small bandage over the small cut on his forehead. Frank looked up at Gerard and smiled. He meant to declare his love to him once again, but instead other words stumbled from his mouth.

"Gerard, I have to go away again."

Gerard furrowed his brow at his husband and then turned to the kids.

"Kat... Kody... Could you give your father and I some privacy?"

Frank felt horrible. This was not how it was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be a pleasant dinner with the kids, and a casual slide into the topic of the conference. Now Frank knew Gerard was going to lose it and he was not sure how he was going to handle it.

"It's okay guys, go on."

Kat and Kody left the ruined Study and Frank watched the door close and braced himself. Gerard put his hands on his hips.

"Frank... when are you going away?"

"Uh...."

Frank reaches to scratch the back of his head with his bad hand and then switches to the other. He squeaks out the word.

"Tomorrow?"

Gerard sighed and pushed his left hand through his hair.

"You do realize I'm upset, right? You couldn't just... you shouldn't have flipped out like that since you're leaving tomorrow. That really upsets me."

"Look, I don’t know why I flipped out like that. I wanted to have a nice dinner with you guys and talk about it the right way at the table. That is what I had planned in my head, not this total cluster fuck."

Frank sat back in the chair again.

"This one is my fault. This is an annual meeting that I just forgot. I was a little distracted that weekend with uh..."

Frank let his mind drift back to Spencer and Pete and... no no no, he had to focus.

"Look, I fucked up and I know how you are about me going away and..."

"Dad, why can't we go away?"

The door opened and Kat and Kody were standing there.

"Didn't anyone tell you guys not to eavesdrop?"

"Yeah yeah, whatever, so can we? We still have not been to the chalet this year?"

Frank thought about it. If Gerard was with the kids, he might be alright.

"It's up to your mom."

Gerard chewed on his bottom lip as he glared at Frank and then turned his attention to the kids.

"I... uh, yeah... Sure guys."

Frank saw that he forced a smile. He didn't want Frank to leave. He was so codependent without his husband.

"Gerard, if you don't want to go with them, you can go stay with Spencer, it's alright. I don’t want you to force yourself."

Gerard shook his head.

"No, but um, can he come too? “

"Uh... Spencer?!"

Kody squeaked and Kat laughed. Frank looked at his daughter funny and Kody elbowed Kat in the side.

"Shut up stupid."

"What is going on?"

"Kody has a crush on Spencer!"

"You bitch!"

Kat screamed as Kody took off after her. They ran around the desk, and upended Gerard into Frank's lap. He caught him wincing at his bad hand. They took off out of the room with Kat cackling and Kody throwing obscenities at her. Frank watched the door slam and looked up at Gerard.

"Spencer?"

Gerard let out a honked laugh and shrugged.

"Don't look at me. I had no idea."

"Um... so ski trip?"

"Yeah, I'll call Spence after dinner. It should be fun. The kids and I always have a great time together."

"I'll make the arrangements then with the private jet to drop you off and..."

Frank looked at Gerard and the man looked like a deer in headlights.

"Uh, Gerard. Do you not like flying?"

Gerard chuckled nervously and shifted uncomfortably in Frank’s lap.

"N-No... not really. I just… you fly? Like fly?”

Frank cuddled Gerard to him.

"I promise you, I am an excellent pilot. The kids have flown with me many times before. They can tell you, plus, you can join me in the cock pit and become a member of the mile high club."

Frank winked at Gerard and smirked.

"Well, when you put it like that, I'm in."

He giggled and then pressed a kiss against Frank’s cheek.

"Good, now let’s go order some greasy Chinese food and have a picnic in the living room."



***The Next Day***




***Spencer***






Spencer watched as Gerard drummed his fingers against the armrest on his chair. They had been in the air for forty five minutes after a perfect take off. Spencer knew that Frank was an awesome pilot from Pete, but Gerard had been nervous. Now they were smooth sailing and Gerard was still tense.

"Gee baby, chill out. We are totally safe."

"I'm not gonna feel safe unless we're on land."

Gerard spoke truthfully as he looked out the window and let out a deep, shaky breath.

"How much longer till we land?"

"Geeze, Gee, you are so fucking tense. Look just go and see him. Let Frank show you that it's cool."

Gerard shot Spencer a frightened look and shook his head.

"No way. No fucking way. I'll have a heart attack."

"Mom, it's cool really! Kat and I used to sit up there with him all the time. It is kind of neat watching the clouds."

"Yeah, we actually drove a few times!"

"It's not called driving Kat."

"Fuck off Kody."

"Hey, don't talk to your brother like that."

Kody blushed five shades of crimson when Spencer defended him.

"L-L-Look Gee, just go talk to Dad."

Gerard looked between Spencer and the kids and then groaned.

"Fine... fine. I'm going, sheesh."

He hopped out of his seat and started, carefully, towards the cockpit. He turned the handle and pushed open the door.

"Frank..."



***Frank***






"Hey baby, you came."

Frank was perched sitting in the captain's chair with his feet up, reading a business magazine. He smiled when he saw Gerard and motioned for him to sit in the co-pilot's seat.

"Make yourself at home Gee, check out the beautiful scenery."

Gerard sat down quickly and pushed his hands into his lap. He peaked at the windshield and recoiled.

"Ugh..."

He shuddered, turning his attention to Frank.

"No thank you."

"Awww come here baby, there is nothing to be afraid of. "

Frank stretched out one arm to Gerard while patting his lap.

As Gerard got out of his seat he couldn't help but stare at the windshield. He was mesmerized and absolutely terrified.

"Whoa!"

He lost his balance and fell onto Frank’s lap, ass first.

"Well hi there!"

Frank laughed and pulled Gerard snuggly into his lap. He wrapped both arms tightly around him and held him close.

"Mmmm, you smell so good baby."

"...Frank, I'm not so sure about this. I'm about to have a panic attack."

Gerard started breathing in and out harshly.

"I think I should go back to my seat."

Frank caressed Gerard's hair lightly while he rubbed slow circles on his stomach.

"Shhhh, easy baby easy. Here, how about I have you sit down and let me take your mind off your worries."

Frank slid Gerard into the Captain's chair and then slid to his knees. He palmed Gerard lightly through his jeans. Gerard's breath hitched in his throat and he nodded frantically.

"Y-Yeah... okay."

Gerard took a deep breath and then calmly tried to let it out. He tipped his head back and listened to the sound of his zipper slowly go down. Frank smiled as Gerard began to relax. He noticed that the palming did the trick to get Gerard to harden up a bit. Now when Frank reached into... fuck were his panties green lace... his slight erection left them easily. Frank wrapped a fist around the shaft and slowly began to stroke as he mouthed lightly at the sensitive head. He licked under the crown and felt Gerard shudder. He knew this was a great way to get to him to calm down. He cast his glance up as he sucked and nipped at the slit and watched Gerard's eyes roll a bit behind his lids.


"How ya feeling now baby? Any better?"

"Mhm... b-better... oh god. That feels so good... don't stop."

He moaned breathlessly, fisting his hand into Frank’s hair tightly.

"Wasn't planning on it baby."

With those words he removed his fist and plunged down onto Gerard's cock letting it glide effortlessly to the back of his throat. He continued to deep throat the younger man, taking him to the brink of ecstasy and then pulling back by squeezing around the base hard. After doing this a third time he finally gave in and kept going till he heard Gerard begging.

"S-So close, Frankie, I'm so close... M'ahhh..."

His voice cracked and he arched his back just a little. He came fast, unexpectedly whining loudly as he dug his blunt fingernails into his husband’s scalp.

"Fuckkkk..."

He whimpered, relaxing into the seat. Frank drank everything that Gerard offered him... and it was a lot! Still he managed it and then licked his lips and made sure that Gerard's cock was completely clean.

"How do you feel now?"

Gerard looked down at his husband all worn out, but also impressed and blissed.

"Fucking awesome."

He'd almost forgotten they were in a cockpit.

"Good, so it's my turn now."

Frank checked the panels real quick. Everything was good and conditions were perfect. No turbulence at all. He then stood up and undid his belt. He pulled down his zipper and surprised Gerard that he had no underwear on. He pulled his cock out and held it in front of his wife's face.

"Get it nice and wet for me baby."

Gerard nodded, gripping Frank's shaft with dainty, delicate fingers. He mouthed the head of his husband’s cock lightly, pressing his tongue against the slit. He sucked and swirled his tongue around his sensitive spot, coating him up nicely. When Frank was slicked up perfectly Gerard pulled back and blinked up at his husband, flashing him an innocent smile.

"Up up baby, I want you to ride me."

Frank helped Gerard up and sat down after pulling his pants down further. He helped Gerard remove his jeans entirely. Gerard went to sit down on Frank facing him, but Frank pushed him back up.

"No no baby, face the other way."

Gerard rose a brow at his husband, but complied nonetheless.

"You're really trying to give me a heart attack, huh?"

He glared at the windshield.

"This would be one hell of a way to go."

"Trust me baby, in a moment you are not even going to care."

Frank helped Gerard turn around and then gripped his waist with one hand. The other he worked one finger at a time into his ass. Gerard dropped his head forward and choked out a moan.

"I doubt it."

He groaned and nibbled on his bottom lip. By the time Frank had three fingers inside Gerard had forgot he was even in the air. Frank removed his fingers after pushing on Gerard's prostate one last time with the tips, and gripping his waist with both hands, and eased him onto his now leaking cock. The initial pop of the head made both men groan. Frank could never get enough of the delicious heat that being enveloped by his wife brought to his body.

"How is it that you make me feel so good every time we do this? *groan* I swear I will never tire of feeling my cock slipping into you."

Gerard tipped his head back and lowered it onto Frank’s shoulder. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a breathy, high pitched moan.

"I... I'll never get tired of your cock inside of me either."

Frank decided to take this one nice and slow after the intense blow job he gave Gerard. He slowly thrusted his hips up and let Gerard grind down on him. Keeping a nice easy pace, he could feel every ridge and vein as it slipped out of him and then back in. It gave him a hyper sense of awareness and it was nothing like he had ever experienced before with anyone. He made sure to angle so that he brushed by Gerard's prostate, but never fully hitting it. He wanted to give his wife the utmost pleasure right now. Gerard pinned his ass down on Frank's cock and he let out an unexpected shrill. A surge of pleasure washed over Gerard's entire body and he couldn't contain himself. He pulled himself up and then pinned himself down again, in the same way that made him see fireworks.

"F-Frank. Oh fuck! Holymotherfuckingshit... that feels so good."

He rasped, completely out of breath.

"Mmmm, yeah it does baby. Fuck you feel so good."

Frank wanted to go slow like he planned, but it was feeling too good now. Frank took Gerard's shirt off and ran his hands all over his chest and legs. He needed to touch every inch of the man's skin. To map it out so that he will remember it when he is stuck in a hotel room jerking off.

"Ah ah ah, Gee. I can't wait any longer."

Frank pushed Gerard forward into the swell of the windshield. There was a good amount of room and a ridge that Gerard could grab onto. Plus he was nowhere near any of the important controls. He shook one leg free of his pants and then straddled the chair by standing over it. He then grabbed Gerard's perfect hips and pulling nearly out of him then continued thrusting back hard and fast. Gerard's cries echoed all around the cockpit and he tried to stifle himself, but it was useless. He would end up chewing a hole in his lip if he tried to silence himself.

"Harder... fuck me harder!"

Gerard begged, pressing back on Frank’s thrusts. Frank dug his fingers into the swell of Gerard's hips. They fit so well there and he knew that his own DNA had embedded itself into the soft flesh from so much use every time. He fucked into Gerard with abandon, his own grunts and groans joining the chorus that was leaving Gerard's body. He stuttered and moaned out obscenities and dirty ideas that he wanted to do to Gerard in the near future. Then he felt it, the warmth pooling and he reached out and started to jerk Gerard's cock in time to get him to that point too.

"Fuck Gee, I want you to cum with me, I want to fucking feel it."

He pulled Gerard back down into the seat with him and angled himself against his prostate with each thrust. Now he was not fooling around. He had a goal and that goal was to feel his wife clenching around his cock as he screamed in pleasure painting them both with the warm fluid escaping their bodies.

"Fuck!"

Gerard yelped and at the same time he came... for the second time. They were spent, more than spent. The radio crackled to life.

"YOU ARE NOW ENTERING RESTRICTED AIR SPACE. PLEASE IDENTIFY YOURSELF."

Frank used what strength he had left to grab the mike.

"Jesus Christ Will, I am too fucked out to deal with your military bullshit. Just send the coordinates to the computer so I can land this thing in one piece."

"MAN TOUCHY IERO. EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME FOR BEING PROTECTIVE"

"Yeah protective my ass, you just don’t want anyone to see the massive fucking garden you have."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! THIS CHANNEL IS NOT THAT FUCKING SAFE YOU DIPSHIT!"

Frank had Gerard strap into the co-pilot's seat after getting dressed of course, and pulled the plane out of auto pilot. He then took the controls and waited till the computer picked up on Will's coordinates. Once they were set, he guided the plane effortlessly toward the small clearing in the snowy covered mountains. He dropped the landing gear and then glided in for a perfect touchdown. Frank taxied the plane into the small hanger and cut the engine. He then turned to Gerard and smiled.

"Not bad for self-taught huh?"

Gerard stared at Frank wide eyed. He echoed back.

"Self-taught?!"

He looked through the windshield and sighed in relief.

"At least we landed safely."

"All right kids we're here!"

"Thank God! Man, even the headphones at full blast could not drown you two out!"

Gerard unbuckled himself out of his seat and stood up, slowly, giggling under his breath.

"Well, now I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be Gee baby, that was some impressive work out! You've been gone for almost two hours!"

"I did not think it was possible to have sex for that long!"

"Oh no kiddo, it's not, it just means there was foreplay involved too, and I will guess that Gerard came twice at least."

"Can you not discuss my sex life with my son please?"

"Well Frankie, he has to learn some time."

"Wait, you can cum twice?"

"Yeah, come on kiddo, I'll tell you how it's done."

"Wait wait, I want to hear this too!"

Frank did a facepalm as Spencer left the plane with both kids in tow, gesturing wild sexual positions with his hands. The kids were glued to every word he had to say and riveted by his movements. Frank looked at Gerard.

Gerard was mortified, but he was too exhausted to really say anything so he just took Frank’s arm and rested his head on his shoulder.

"I'll kill Spencer later and wipe out the kid's memory after... when I'm not so tired."

Frank definitely wore him out.

"Why Gee, I didn’t know you have a neurolizer? Is there something you're not telling me? Are you secretly a Man In Black?"

Frank ducked as Gerard made a pathetic attempt to swat at him. He wrapped an arm around his waist as they exited the plane. Waiting in the hanger was a very tall man.

"So Iero, is this the tasty dish that has been keeping you occupied and away from me?"

"Yeah Will, this is my beautiful wife Gerard. Gerard, this is my good friend William Beckett."

Gerard smiled and waved at William.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

William walked up to Gerard and took his hand and kissed the inside of his wrist.

"Well hi there Enchantress. William Beckett at your service. Welcome to Midori Chalet and ski resort. I am your humble host at your beckon call."

Frank walked over and pulled Gerard into his arms.

"Back off Casanova, both these boys are off limits to you, and your seductive ways."

"Both?"

"Yeah, that includes me."

"Why Spencer Wentz, when did you arrive?"

Right before you had your eyes glued to Gerard's crotch."

Gerard blushed and swatted his friend’s arm.

"He did not. He's just being polite."

"Ah Gee baby, you are so naive."

Spencer moved up behind Gerard and pressed a kiss into his neck. Will's eyes went wide.

"Wait, how come he gets to touch?"

"Because my dear William, he has a season pass."

"Why Spencer you lucky son of a bitch!"

"Yup."

Spencer smirked and grabbed Gerard's ass making him jump. He sauntered away back to the kids.

"Man Iero, you have changed. I am impressed."

"Can we get going now?"

They all looked over at the kids who had gone on the plane to pull out all the luggage, and were waiting at the resort's van.

"Yeah kids, sorry, we were just..."

"Planning your next orgy, yeah we know. Come on mom, you can sit next to me."

Kat held out her hand for Gerard to take.

Gerard took Kat's hand and allowed her to help him into the van.

"Frannnkkkk..."

Gerard called out to him, sitting down and crossing his legs.

"Sit next to me."

"Wait, I thought you have to get to the conference?"

Frank looked at the plane and then at Gerard's crossed legs. He could see the outline of his perfect thighs. He looked at his watch and then back at Gerard.

"Fuck em, they can wait a little longer."



***Timestamp: Tuesday January 29th***




***Kat***


"Fuck!"

Gerard hollered, falling on his ass for what seemed like the millionth time. Even the padding from the ski suit was not helping anymore.

"Fuck this."

He whined, getting up with Kody and Spencer's help.

"Mom, you're not listening! Stop trying to keep your legs straight. Keep your knees inward!"

Kat had her hands across her chest and huffed. Spencer thought she looked like a little diva standing there. He held Gerard up by his waist and kissed his cold cheek.

"Come on Gee, one more time, I'll help you."

"I'm not gonna get the hang of this. Let's just go get some hot chocolate and relax. My legs are hurting and I'm exhausted. Someone carry me to the bench, please. I'm in pain."

Spencer took pity on Gerard and after stepping out of his skis, he scooped Gerard up in his arms.

"You kids keep skiing, I'm gonna take Gee in and see if he really got hurt or if he is just being a drama queen."

Kat rolled her eyes, and Kody looked kind of envious of Gerard in Spencer's arms. Gerard wrapped his arms tightly around Spencer's shoulders and smiled deviously.

"My hero."

Gerard giggled, kissing Spencer on the cheek all sloppy and noisy.

"Drama queen."

Kat muttered to Kody.

"Do you think that Gee is really hurt Kats?"

"No Kodes, I think he just wants to spend "time" with Spencer."

She placed her hand in quotes for Kody to see.

"Oh, is he bored with us?"

Kat knew that Spencer overheard them and felt bad. This was supposed to be a trip for them and their step mom and she knew he felt like he was getting in the way. He looked at Gerard and sighed. He placed him on the bench and then walked over to the kids.

"Hey guys, why don’t you take Gee into the room and I will see if there is a first aid kit just in case."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Still hurt over here!"

Gerard shouted, sitting on the bench stiffly. He looked hilarious in his ski suit. His hair was all messed up and his face was flushed. He looked like a bratty child. Kat and Kody walked up to Gerard. Kody had concern in his eyes, but Kat was stone faced.

"Are you really hurt mom? Where? I don’t want to hurt you more helping you up."

"He's not hurt Kodes, he's just a fucking drama queen."

Gerard frowned and released a whiny sigh.

"But I'm tired and I don't wanna do this anymore."

"Okay, let's go back to the lounge and get something hot to drink."

Kat rolled her eyes at how accommodating her brother was being to Gerard. He carefully slipped an arm around his waist and helped him up. They made their way to the room abandoning the skis to her. As they were leaving she heard Spencer making comments about his ski suit.

"You do realize that you look like the Pink Power Ranger right Gee baby?"

"Yeah, but fuck if I know any karate."

Kat was pissed. Gerard didn't sound like he was hurt at all anymore. She started to gather everything up mumbling about him being a drama queen again when a young man skied by and stopped short.

"Hey, can I help you with that?"

He had on goggles and a mask blocking his face, but Kat was not going to be picky.

"Yeah thanks. My mom is being a drama queen so my brother took him in, and they left me with all this shit."

"Uh... don't you mean her?"

"What?"

"Your brother took her in."

"No I mean him and look if you are going to be a homophobic asshole, you can go ski off a fucking cliff! I don’t need that shit!"

"No no no, I just... look can we start again?"

"Fine."

"Hey, could I help you with that?"

"Yeah, I would appreciate it."

"Sure, I'm Gabriel, but you can call me Gabe."

"Katina, but I will kick your ass if you call me anything, but Kat."

They shook gloves and Kat watched as Gabe began to bundle up the skis.

"Hey, can I ask how old you are?"

"Sure, twenty six why, how old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"Ah, well I am a gentleman so no worries."

Gabe picked the skis up on his shoulder and walked Kat back to the chalet. He leaned the skis on the side of the porch.

"Want to come in for some hot chocolate?"

"Ah, will your mom mind?"

"Nah."

Kat opened the door and saw Gerard on the sofa in front of the fireplace with a steaming cup in his hand. Kody was on the phone.

"Yeah, I will dad. Alright. Yeah, oh Kat's back... with a guy."

Gerard sipped his drink and adverted his eyes to the man who'd just entered the cabin with Kat.

"Kat, who is this?"

Gerard got up slowly. He set his drink on the coffee table and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Hey mom, this is Gabe. He helped me gather the skis when you two punk asses abandoned me with all the equipment."

"Uh, that's your mom you’re talking to?"

"Yeah?"

"If I spoke to my mom like that, I would be picking my head up off the floor."

"Hey guy?"

"Uh yeah?"

"My dad wants to talk to you."

Gabe looked at everyone, and took the phone.

"Yes Sir?"

"No Sir?"

"Twenty six Sir."

"Yes Sir."

Gerard looked at Kat and gave her 'the look'. She looked back at Gerard and rolled her eyes.



***Gerard***






"Yes Sir."

"Um... He wants to talk to you ma'am."

Gabe handed the phone to Gerard. Gerard gently picked the phone out of the man’s hands, and pressed it against his ear.

"Hello."

He greeted Frank sweetly, taking his seat on the couch again.

"Hey baby, how are you feeling?"

"Worn out. Couldn't ski so I gave up... I miss you so much Frankie."

He cooed and he could've sworn heard heard the kids gag, but he saw the guy, Gabe, smile a bit.

"I miss you too. So I talked to this guy that came in with Kat and basically told him that if he hurts my baby girl in any way, I am going to chop off his cock in pieces with a rusty dull paper shredder."

Gerard busted out laughing.

"Oh god, that's hilarious! Don't let Kat know you said that."

Gerard settled down, snickering slightly.

"Yeah, well he seems to be alright from what I heard. So anyway, I should be flying in to you in a few more days. I hope the week has not been so bad without me."

Gerard smiled and hummed.

"Yeah... It's been alright, but I can't wait to see you."

"All right baby, I will call when I am heading out. Bye bye... oh wait... I meant to tell you, I kind of slipped a little gift for you into your suitcase.”

"Ooooh!"

Gerard shouted ecstatically scaring everyone in the room. He jumped off of the sofa and hurried to the room he and Spencer were staying in and grabbed his suitcase.

"What'd you put in here?"

"Well I told Pete about the little present I bought you, and after giving him all the details, because he is a complete slut, he asked me to buy one for Spencer. So you have a blue one and he has a black one, just in case you guys decide to use them together.”

Gerard smirked when he found the wrapped package. He knew what was under the wrapper.

"I think I know what it is..."

"Yup and it is fully charged. Have fun baby. Bye."

Gerard said bye back, eagerly, and set the phone down on the nightstand once he stood up. He raced to the living room and threw the box at Spencer, who caught it.

"Frank got you a present! Mine is blue yours is black. Fully charged... And..."

"Um... Gee?"

Spencer looked up and saw that everyone was looking at them as Gerard pulled out this strange looking object from the box. Kody had the 'deer in headlights' look. The strange guy who was just introducing himself was wide eyed, and Kat faceplamed herself just like her dad.

"Oops, uh… just pretend you didn't see that... all of you. Spencer, c'mon."

He grabbed his best friend’s hand and led him to the bedroom. When they were inside Gerard slammed the door shut and completely pulled the vibrator out.

"Fuck yes! The Duke!"

Spencer shook his head. He was so in love with this insane man it was laughable.

"All right Gee baby, explain this thing to me."



***Timestamp: Friday February 2nd***






Gerard was anticipating Frank’s arrival. He really couldn't wait to hold his husband again. He didn't like the separation, but at the same time he knew it was good for them. The feeling of missing each other would strengthen their marriage. Gerard beamed when Frank’s plane appeared, and landed. Gerard bounced up and down with the biggest grin on his face. Frank was beaming from the window of the cockpit. The plane came to a stop and the door fell open. Frank jumped off the stairs and ran to Gerard grabbing him and swinging him around.

"I missed you so much!"

Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank’s shoulders and buried his face into the crook of his neck. He inhaled deeply and smiled against him.

"I missed you too."

"So what did I miss? How have you and the kids been getting on?"

Gerard pulled back and smirked.

"Not much... The kids have been great like always. No complaints."

"Kody called to keep me up on that Gabe guy. He says he is pretty nice and he treats Kat alright. I wonder if she's getting attached."

"I hope not. You're not gonna go crazy on the guy, right? He is twenty six and she's only sixteen... I know how you feel about age differences."

"Well, I told Kody when I arrive that I want to meet him. I try not to judge people without getting to know them. I have no right considering my past."

Frank held the car door open for Gerard to get in. He then climbed inside and told the driver to go. Gerard shifted to lay his head on his shoulder.

"You know, I missed this the most, just having you here with me."

Gerard snuggled closer to his husband and smiled.

"That's good, honey, you’re going to make Kat so happy..."

He shifted until he had his arm around Frank’s middle.

"Tell me about it. I'm glad you're here."

*

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***Frank***






"So Gabe, tell me about yourself."

Frank and Gerard were sitting on the sofa while Gabe sat across on the floor like a little kid with Kat next to him.

"Daaaad..."

"No Kat, he has the right to know."

"Ugh, fine."

Kat got up and goes over to where Kody is in the kitchen making coffee.

"Well Sir, I just finished college. Graduate school actually. I am interning in New York at Parsons."

"Wait... you went to school for fashion design?"

"That's really impressive."

Gerard shot a smile in Gabe's direction.

"Well no offense to you two, but straight guys know a thing or two about fashion and I think in about ten years I could give Michael Kors a run for his money."

Frank chuckled at this. The kid had ambition. He sighed and laid a hand on Gerard's thigh.

"So, interning in NY? Where are you living then?"

"New Jersey."

"No shit!?"

Kat came running out of the kitchen.

"We live in New Jersey!"

"Wow!"

Frank leaned a head on Gerard's shoulder and groaned.

"Fucking New Jersey."

"That’s sucha coincidence."

"Fuck my life."

*

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***Gerard***






Spencer could hear Frank grumbling in the cockpit. The kids had not stopped talking about Gabe and his fashion line. Of course Kat had convinced her father to let Gabe fly home with them. Gerard was snug into Spencer's side resting comfortably.

"Hey Gee, are you going to go talk to Frankie?"

Gerard glanced at the cockpit door and sighed.

"Should I? I kinda don't wanna bother him."

"He seems pretty upset. You’re his wife, it's you job and..."

"You know what, I'll go."

Spencer watched as Gabe got up and walked up the aisle to the cockpit before disappearing behind the closed door.

"That is a brave young man."

Gerard sat up and rose a brow in confusion.

"This I have to listen to."

Gerard got out of his seat and rushed to the cockpit door and pressed his ear against it. He was waiting for the perfect opportunity to step in.


"You know my wife has a brother that is your age."



"Yeah?"



"Yup, and he is married to a man older than me."



"If I can ask Sir, how much older are you than your wife?"



"Ten years."



"So then why are you so worried..."



"Because I would be a fucking fool not to be. She is my baby girl and you, well I was twenty six once and..."



"And I am aware of her age and right now, I would like to be friends and see if it goes anywhere."



"I swear Gabe if you hurt her..."



"It will be completely unintentional and we will talk about it."



"All right, but just friends right now."



"Yes Sir."



"Gabe?"



"Yes Sir?"



"Don't fucking call me Sir."


Gerard stumbled into the cockpit and released a loud sigh.

"Goodness honey... This plane ride is making me sooooo anxious-- oh! That's right Gabe's in here. Oops."

He looked back and forth between Gabe and Frank.

"Did I interrupt something?"

"No, I think we are done. Later Frank."

Gabe exited the cockpit and Frank motioned for Gerard to take his place.

"So... anxious huh? How much did you hear my little eavesdropper?"

Gerard faux gasped and pressed his hand against his chest in mock-shock.

"I'm not an eavesdropper. I just have really good hearing. And I didn't hear much."

"Uh huh, so from what much you did not hear, what do you think?"

"From Gabe being Mikey's age to Don't fucking call me sir..."

"Frank, don't be so hard on the poor guy. He seems okay."

Gerard got out of his seat and sensually rubbed his husband’s tense shoulder. Frank sighed and melted into the touch of his wife's expert hands.

"I knew this day would come, but I thought I would be intimidating some snot nosed fuck her own age, not a full grown man. "

Frank drooped his head forward.

"And next month is Valentine’s Day!"

He looked up into his wife's beautiful hazel eyes.

"Seriously, fuck my life."



***Timestamp: Sunday Februray 4th***




***Mikey***


Mikey sat back in the lounge chair and sipped his drink. The sun was bright so he was wearing a decently dark shade of sunglasses. He smirked, watching the eye candy on the beach run after the airhead blonds.

”This world is so fucking superficial.”

”What makes you say that love?”

”Well look at the stupid blonde down there…”

”The man or the woman?”

”I said the stupid blonde, not the fuckable twink.”

Mikey smirked as his companion chuckled.

”All right, what about her?”

”Well she thinks she has that guy wrapped around her finger with her bleached hair, with extensions that I can clearly see, and her plastic enhanced tits and liposuctioned ass. She is so secure, if you can call it that, in him and would have no idea what to do if I walked over there. She is not ready for me, and my way of doing things. She depends on all the plastic to keep him in his place.”

”Well this I have to see.”

”Huh?”

”Let me this in action. I will make it worth your while.”

Mikey smirked. He rose from his seat and after fixing his tight bikini style shorts he wrapped his sarong around this waist and handed his drink off. He pushed his glasses up and blew his companion a kiss. He cocked his hip and sauntered towards the sand.



***Jake***






”Wait Jake, it’s hard to run in the sand!”

”Come on babe, you can keep up and ooofff.”

”Ow.”

Jake looked down at what he collided with, and he was stunned to see a slim woman in a sarong on the sand. It looked like the collision caused her to lose her top.

”Oh shit! I am so sorry, are you all right?”

”Y-Y-Yeah, I think I am, but I lost my glasses when you bumped into me.”

”Oh right and uh… your uh, top?”

”No, I was not wearing one.”

Jake was shocked! Not wearing one? Was she from Europe or something?

”Well uh, let me see if I can find your glasses then.”

”All right, um… I think they may have landed here?”

The woman started to crawl around on the sand and Jake could not stop staring at her perfect ass. It wiggled and swayed as she felt around in the sand digging her perfectly manicured hands into the sand. Her fingers were the perfect length and Jake suddenly had a vision of them wrapped around his cock.

”Jake, what is taking so long?”

”Oh, sorry babe, uh, I kind of ran into this woman and knocked her glasses into the sand.”

”Oh?”

Jake could hear the disdain in his girl’s voice. She had not even seen her face and… come to think of it, neither had he. He was too focused on the perfectly creamy thighs that peeked out of the satin sarong as she crawled along the sand. He heard his girl scoff as she walked up to the woman and reached out and picked up the glasses out of the sand next to the woman.

”Here sweetie.”

Her voice dripped with condescendence as she handed them to the figure on the ground.

”Oh, thank you so much.”

She took the glasses and wiped them with part of the sarong, lifting it up to show her bikini line, which was clean, and he suspected, continued under the small triangle of fabric. She stood up and bent over, brushing off her knees, thighs, and ass. It looked like more of a dance than he has seen on the pole at the local strip joint. When she was done she turned around and both Jake and his girl gasped.

”Thank you so much. Hi, I’m Michael, but everyone calls me Mikey.”

Jake was in shock again! He had been eyeing a man! A fucking man! A fucking beautiful man! Wait what? He did not just call Mikey beautiful? He did not just refer to him by his cute nickname… cute? Well fuck.

”I can’t believe I was so clumsy. I am usually good at watching where I am going, but the ocean was so breathtaking and I just could not take my eyes off of it.”

”Oh no problem sweetheart. My goodness, you do not get much sun do you sugar? Your skin is so pale, it’s like porcelain.”

Jake rolled his eyes, there she went. She was into flirting mode, not that he was worried about this man stealing her away. He was much more of a woman than she was. He had curves and hips and it was a crime that he had an ass like that. Suddenly Mikey cried out as he stumbled and fell forward knocking her over. He ran to… Mikey.

”Are you all right?”

Mikey looked up at him. His glasses had fallen askew. It made him look even more like an awkward girl.

”Yeah, I guess I sprained a muscle or something when I ran into you.”

Mikey ran a hand from his calf up to his thigh, and Jake swore that he did not mean to lick his lips.

”Hey Jake! What about me!?”

”Oh yeah, right sorry babe, I ah here.”

Jake reached out and gripped his girl’s hand and pulled hard to get her to stand up. She wobbled a bit and fell again, but Jake did not notice because Mikey had whimpered as he tried to stand up.

”Here, let me.”

Jake picked up Mikey in his arms, and Mikey wrapped his arms around Jake’s neck. Jake turned to his girl who was spitting sand out of her mouth.

”Ah look babe, I’m gonna bring Mikey to first aid and…”

”What about me!?”

”You’re alright, but Mikey could be…”

”Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, for fuck sake, I’m your fucking girl!”

Jake just stared at her and felt Mikey tighten his hold on his neck. For some reason that gave him confidence.

”Look Annamarie. You are clearly alright, but this young lady could have been seriously injured running into me. Now you go back to the hotel room like a good girl, and maybe I will take you to dinner later if you are lucky!”

”But but but, you never call me…”

”DID I FUCKING STUTTER?!”

Annamarie paled and nodded her head meekly. She turned and scampered off. Jake began to move toward the main buildings when Mikey put an hand on his chest.

”I think I am all right. Maybe if you just took me to my room?”

Jake looked and saw something in Mikey’s eyes that he could not describe.

”Yeah, I can do that.”

*

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*

”So what happened then?”

”He was in such shock that he just put his trunks back on and bolted out the door.”

Mikey laughed hard and then winced as the pain shot from his chest to his lower back. Daddy leaned in and kissed his way down from the nape of his neck to the small of his back dragging his tongue in lazy circles.

”Mmmm, feels so good. I can’t believe Brendon does not like to come here.”

”Well he would rather go to the Alps to ski, and I would rather be in San Tropez with you.”

”Well I am happy that he does and that I end up here in your arms.”

”Mmm, no more than I My Mikey.”

Daddy scooped Mikey up into his arms as he rolled him over, and licked over his lips and down to his neck, making a trail of small bite marks. Mikey moaned as he continued to bite harder, making him shiver and gasp when he broke skin and sucked on the wound lightly.

”So, did he really fuck you good?”

”Not bad for an amateur, but nowhere near as good as you Daddy.”

Daddy picked up Mikey’s arm and kissed his way down to the wrist. He held the hand up and watched as the sun danced across the gold on his fourth finger. He smirked.

”Tell me something my love, does your husband know the way the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?”

”I don’t think he really cares.”

Daddy turned his hand over and kissed the palm working his way back to the wrist. He nipped at the vein and sucked hard to leave a raised mark.

”Ah ah ah, I think you need to take me inside now Daddy. I’m feeling a bit faint and need to go lie down.”

Daddy scooped Mikey up into his arms and walked off the veranda into the bedroom. He put Mikey down on the bed and began to ravish him. The sound of Mikey’s phone ringing echoed from the veranda. By the tone it was Stan calling. Mikey laughed and then gasped as Daddy took his cock in his mouth and pushed three fingers inside of him at the same time.

”Fuck Daddy, please, fuck me!”

Daddy did not even bother to remove Mikey's swim suit. He pushed it aside and pushed in with one rough stroke. Mikey knew he loved feeling the silk of the bikini sliding against his shaft as he fucked him fast paced, and with wild abandon. The phone was now ringing for the second time and Daddy started up a rhythm to match it. Mikey knew that Stan would try four times before giving up.

”Come on Daddy, cum in me before he stops calling. I want to cum to that sound.”

”You really are a dirty little bitch aren’t you?”

”Only for you Daddy, only for you.”

They started to really pick up the pace now trying to aim for the goal that Mikey wanted. The third ring was happening now and Mikey heard a change in Daddy’s breathing. He felt his fist enclose over his cock and pushed into it at the same time.

”Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK MIKEY!”

Daddy slammed into him so hard that he pushed Mikey into the headboard at a painful angle, but Mikey could care less. He screamed as he came at the same time Daddy filed him up with his hot cum. The load was so much that as he kept fucking into him it was dripping out all over the sheets and soaking his swimsuit. Daddy shoved in one last time and then collapsed onto Mikey’s chest, breathing heavily. The phone finally stopped ringing. Mikey stroked his hair and murmured soothing sounds till Daddy was nearly asleep still inside of him.

”I wonder if Frank falls asleep after sex?”

”Hmmm?”

”Oh nothing Daddy, just thinking out loud.”

Daddy settled back in to slumber and Mikey drifted his thoughts to Wednesday and his trip to the cabin with Frank. He had secretly been working with Frank to create the perfect Valentine's Day getaway for him and his brother. Mikey however was working towards his own goal...namely his brother in law. All the preparations were in place including the weather. It was all going according to plan. Soon his brother would have nothing again and turn back to the drugs for solace. Mikey chuckled at the thought of a beaten and broken Gerard, devastated when Frank left him like all the others. He drifted off to sleep with the sound of his brother’s sobs in his head.



***Timestamp: Wednesday February 7th***




***Mikey***






Mikey looked outside at the sky. It was completely clear like the forecast predicted. That was all going to change though in a couple of hours. Poor poor Frankie had no idea what was going to hit him. Mikey inwardly smirked as he smiled outwardly to Frank. Frank was babbling on about his stupid brother and how proud he was of him doing well in his job, and getting fucking employee of the month twice now. He probably sucked his boss's cock to get that, well that is what Mikey would have done except that his boss was Mikey’s husband and he would cut Gerard’s cock off if he did any such thing. He smiled and nodded and giggled here and there. Oh and of course Gerard was doing so well in school, and it was only the first month of him going. Blah blah blah. Mikey wanted to shove his cock down Frank's throat to make him shut up. He heard that Frank was an excellent cocksucker and he would love to find out first hand. 'All in good time' he thought to himself. Just then the car hit a bump and jostled them pretty hard. Mikey bounced up and hit his head on the ceiling and crash landed in Frank's lap. He wanted to curse out the driver, but instead he sat there whimpering and allowed Frank to cradle him and rub his head and say soothing things. They stayed like that till they arrived at the cabin.

"So, are you sure Gerard doesn't know where you're going?"

"Nope, I feel kind of bad lying to him, but I said that I had to go scout a new potential client. I am sure once he finds out his surprise he will forgive me though."

"Oh? Well, knowing Gerard he'll mope for the first few hours. Stuff like that eats at his brain."

"You know, you and your brother are such an odd couple. One minute you are so nice to each other and the other, you guys are talking about each other with practical venom. What is up with that? I mean, do you really hate him, and if so why are you helping me then?”

Mikey blinked and put on his best puppy eyes.

"We're brothers, so we'll fight from time to time, but that doesn't mean I hate him. We just..."

He trailed off, and shook his head.

"I think he hates me actually. I don't know why... I think it's because he's jealous..."

"Oh, you mean because you have only been married once? Honestly I think it is because Gerard was so scarred from his first marriage. He carried that entire burden with him into the next and well... rape changes anyone. I think he is genuinely happy for you though. Stan is a great guy. Known him for a long time, but I knew him when he was with Maddison, his second wife."

Mikey scoffed at the woman's name.

"That hag is vile. She must've came on to you a million times."

Maddison was a Gold digging, raging bitch, and from time to time she'd call Stan, begging him to take her back. Mikey dealt with her though. He'd answered the phone one of the many times she called and Mikey broke her down to nothing. If anyone was going to be a gold digging, raging bitch it was MikeyWay and Stan was his to use up.

"Actually, I found her sweet until the operation. Then she changed. I guess having your body enhanced would make you a little narcissistic, but man I had no idea that Stan was that much of a boob junkie."

Frank laughed out loud as the door to the car was open and he stepped out, and offered his hand to Mikey to help him out.

"Honestly kiddo, I am surprised that he did not try and convince you to enhance yourself."

"He never mentioned it. Do you think I should enhance myself?"

Mikey smirked, he was mentally pushing Frank up against a wall.

"Nah, I believe in using what you were given to get what you want... within reason of course."

Frank offered Mikey his arm as they made their way up the stone walkway to the front of the cabin. Frank looked at the sky and frowned a bit. It was still pretty clear, but the winter sun had begun to hide behind a few clouds. The temp dropped without the sun’s rays to warm the air. He felt Mikey shiver a bit and pulled him in a little wrapping his arm around his small waist.

"Personally kiddo, I think you are perfect the way you are."

Mikey cuddled closer against his brother’s husband and giggled.

"Thanks Frankie."

"Anytime kiddo, anytime. So now, you want to give me a tour of this place? We don’t want to be long. I did promise Gerard that I would be home for dinner.”

"Sure, I don’t want you to be late, it’s your six months anniversary today right?”

”Yeah and I have reservations for us, but Gerard does not know about it yet.”

"Awww, how sweet, well we will be quick. We'll start with the kitchen and work our way to the bedroom."

Frank watched as Mikey pointed out things that made the cabin homey, and then things that made the cabin unique. He knew he would love the indoor hot tub and thought about fucking Gerard in there. It had the cliché bear skin rug, and that did bother Frank a little. He knew that Stan liked to hunt for sport and it never sat well with him. Stan always tried to invite Frank out, but Frank made excuses each time. When they made it up to the bedroom on the second floor, Frank happened to glance outside and was shocked at the snow coming down.

"Shit Mikey, did you know about this storm?"

Mikey peeked through the window and gasped, shaking his head.

"Oh my god! That looks bad! I had no idea this was coming!”

"Shit, we have to get out of here before it gets worse! You call the car and I will call Pete and let him know to get ahold of Gerard for me."

”Why Pete?”

”I told Gerard that I was with Pete. Pete is kind of covering my ass.”

”Oh, but what about Spencer? Aren’t you worried that he is going to tell on you?”

Frank smirked opening his cell phone.

”Who do you think is keeping Gerard occupied?”

Mikey laughed, but stopped when Frank groaned. He knew that he saw no bars.

"Fuck, I got no reception? Does this place have a landline?"

Mikey knew of course that there was no reception. There never was. That was the reason for the landline, but while Frank was in the bedroom checking out the closets, Mikey disconnected the phone and hid it.

"Gee Frankie, sorry, It must be the storm because Stany has reception here all the time. He has to be able to use his laptop."

Frank reentered the living room and sighed, running his fingers through his hair anxiously.

"Okay... uh, what the hell are we gonna do? Did you call the car?"

"Relax Frankie, the car ran down to get some supplies and will be back soon. Come on, here. Why don’t I show you how the hot tub works. It can be a little tricky."

Mikey took Frank's hand gently and led him over to the balcony where the snow was falling all around them. They entered the enclosed opening and were engulfed by warmth. The tarped room was heated to keep the bather comfortable. Mikey bent over the tub, giving Frank a nice view of his ass as he fiddled with a few knobs. A rush of water was heard and the tub started to fill up. Frank was distracted, looking at the view of the road from where they were, so Mikey started to take his clothes off.

"I'm not really interested in the tub right n-- whoa! Mikey!? Do you really think this is the right time for that?"

Frank rushed to grab the younger man’s arm to stop him from going any further.

"We need to figure out what we're gonna do. What time is the car coming back?"

"Relax Frankie, geeze you are so tense. Look, I know Stany hates to waste water so since I am filling the tub to show you how, which you totally did not pay any attention to by the way, I did not want to let the heat and water go to waste. Also we have a perfect view of the road, so we can see the car coming up the mountain and be out of the tub and to the door when it gets there."

Mikey pouted and wiggled out of Frank's grasp. He turned his back on Frank and continued to undo his pants. He turned his head to gaze over his shoulder at him.

"And you know, it really hurts that you don’t think that I am smart enough to know what I am doing. I know I am not as amazing as my brother to you, but I am still human you know."

Mikey turned back and stepped into the tub. He fought to not make a sound of contentment at the wonderful warmth engulfing him. Instead he sagged his shoulders and moved to the other side of the tub. He propped his arms on the side and sniffed loudly shaking his body as if he was crying. Now if Frank was the type of guy he knew he was, he would feel guilty and fix this. Mikey smirked at how easy it was to read a guy like him.

"Mikey... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just..."

Frank trailed off and looked into the tub. The warm water was causing the air around them to steam up and rise. The chimney effect was making him feel less stressed. He couldn't help but smile to himself.

"You know what? You're right. The view from here is perfect."

Frank yanked off his shirt and then his jeans. He climbed in to the tub and splashed water at his wife's little brother.

"Hey hey, cut it out! You're like a little kid I swear!"

Mikey laughed and splashed Frank back. He watched as Frank let the warmth of the water take him and he inwardly smirked. He moved over to one of the seats and patted it for Frank to join him. When Frank sat down next to him, Mikey started up the jets and the water came to life with bubbles. He then turned on the inner lights and the water faded from blue, to red, and yellow. When the opposite lights hit, they created a rainbow of hues. Frank quirked an eyebrow to Mikey and Mikey just laughed.

"What, Stany likes a good light show. Besides he said it made the sex so much better. Wait till you and Gee try it."

"That's gonna be... interesting."

Mikey noticed right away that Frank was sporting a semi and smirked. He moved in front of Frank, and got on his knees. He saw Frank's eyes go wide as he reached down between his legs and suddenly another light appeared. This one was a soft pink hue.

"You have to turn on this one manually, but Stan put it in because it lights up the palest skin, and both Gee and I am naturally pale aren’t we?"

Frank's breath hitched in his throat and he swallowed audibly.

"Uh..."

He inched away from the younger man and nodded.

"Yeah..."

Mikey saw that Gerard was in his head now. His body, his voice, his face... even his unique little smile and laugh. Frank blinked and he was knocked back into reality.

"The car should be here soon, right?"

"Of course silly. You worry too much."

Mikey took the opportunity to take the place where Frank had moved up to the next step for his own. He settled down between the man's legs and leaned back. He pretended that he did not feel Frank's semi hard cock against his back. He sighed audibly instead.

"I can’t wait for you to bring Gee here. He is going to be so surprised. He really needs to learn to relax more. He is always so tense."

Mikey reached back and pointed to a spot between his shoulder blades just under his neck.

"Here, let me show you a little trick, it's something Gee and I have in common. This is where we both carry all our stress. If you I teach you and you are a good student, you will make Gee very happy."

Mikey gave Frank direction on where to apply pressure and where to go gently.

"Well go ahead. If you don’t practice on me, you may hurt Gee by accident. It is safe for me right now because I am not stressed."

Mikey sat back and waited for Frank to touch him.

"He is always so tense."

Frank reached out and palmed where Mikey pointed to.

"Here?"

Mikey let out a small groan. Frank had good strong hands.

"Yeah, that's perfect. Now a little to the left and down a bit. Um... it might be easier if you sat behind me."

Frank gulped and Mikey knew he was contemplating whether to make the move, but when Mikey scooted forward, he knew that Frank would feel silly. Sure enough, Frank moved to encase Mikey between his legs. Mikey leaned back into Frank's chest and sighed.

"Good, now move outward on the shoulders and to the collarbone. I am sure you are aware how sensitive our collarbones are Frankie? It is because we carry stress there too. From there move to the front and towards the middle of my upper chest. Dig in with thumbs for pressure and then roll your palms okay?"

Frank did this and Mikey felt a fire move through his chest. Frank was as good with his hands as he thought. He could not wait till he could get those hands on his hips gripping and leaving marks as he pounded into him like a savage animal. Mikey’s excitement must have been noticeable because he felt Frank’s hands leave his body.

"Okay, I think I got it. I'll be sure to remember all that when I try it out on your brother. We should get out now, I am sure the car will be here very soon"

"Mmmm, a few more minutes. I have not been this relaxed in a long time. Stan has been dealing with so much and I have been trying to help him, but he thinks I don’t have a head for business or numbers. He pats me on the head and tells me not to worry about it. My job is to sit there and look pretty, not to think. He does not realize how much it hurts. I think Gerard is lucky that you encouraged him to go to school and get a job. I wish that Stan thought more of me like that."

Mikey hunched over and played with the top of the water. Part of this was an act, but part of it was an admission of the truth. He felt Frank lay a hand on his shoulder and smile with sympathy. Mikey reached up and placed his hand on top of his, letting his fingers fall through and lace with his. This seemed to wake Frank up from something and he stood up quickly.

"I’m gonna get out now, you can stay, but I'll be inside, trying to get my cell to work."

Mikey watched as Frank jumped out forgetting that they were outside.

"Frank look out!"

Too late, Frank exited the enclosure and was hit with a gust of freezing cold wind and snow. He lost his balance and slipped banging his head hard on the deck. The wind was howling now and there was almost no visibility. Mikey hopped out of the water and threw his robe on and grabbed Stan's. He stepped out carefully and saw that Frank was groggy, but not completely out. He wrapped the robe around the man and shimmied his arms into the sleeves. He then draped his arm around his neck and carefully had him stand.

"Come on Frankie. You need to lie down in front of the fire and warm up."

Mikey stepped into the living room and a chill hit him, close to the temperature outside. Suddenly the lights all went out. Mikey screamed.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me!"

Frank groaned, holding his head with both his hands.

"Shit... candles. We need fucking candles."

"Relax, we have flashlights all over. This happens during the summer when the thunderstorms come."

Mikey sat Frank on the sofa and groped his way to the cabinet on the wall. He pulled out the Maglight and it lit a beam in the room. He focused it on the fireplace.

"Oh fuck! Come on Frank. We need to get you into the bedroom. Snow fell on the fireplace and put the fire out. No electricity means no heat so we need to get into the bedroom quickly. There is another fireplace in there."

Frank groaned again and followed closely behind Mikey. They entered the bedroom and Frank shut the door quickly behind them. He muttered to himself.

"Fucking storm came out of nowhere..."

The fire was blazing and the little room was nice and cozy. Mikey helped Frank onto the bed and crossed to the bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth, rung it out then folded it, and placed it on the back of Frank's head. He had a sizable lump there. If this was anyone else, Mikey would have offered him spirits, but he knew that Frank would never drink. He grabbed one of the bottles of sparkling apple cider that they brought with them and popped the cork. He poured some in a glass and handed it to Frank. Mikey took the bourbon from the nightstand and poured himself a glass. He positioned himself so that he could take care of Frank's injury.

"Jesus Frankie, that is quite a lump you got."

"Tell me about it. I'm surprised I'm conscious."

He rubbed the lump and hissed in pain as he took a sip of his drink.

"Easy there honey, don’t press on it. I have to monitor you and make sure you don’t fall asleep in case you have a concussion. Still I have to keep you warm too since you were silly and left the area without putting a robe on first."

"Uh, yeah... it was pretty dumb of me. I shouldn't have jumped out like that. I wasn't thinking."

”You were thinking, just not at that moment.”

Mikey slipped behind Frank and rested his chest against his back. He gave him an affectionate hug and urged him to scoot back so that they were resting against the headboard. The fire crackled and danced in front of them making shadows come alive on the wall.

"I guess the snow got really bad when we were in the tub. I bet the driver tried to still make it up the mountain and got stuck. We probably will be here till tomorrow. When it is light again, we can go and see what happened."

Mikey rubbed at the lump on Frank's head with the cool cloth willing the swelling down.

"Sorry for messing everything up. I guess I am a fuck up like Gee thinks, huh?"

"Why would you say that? Gerard doesn't think you're a fuck up."

Mikey knew that he had Frank wondering now. He could practically see the wheel turning. Frank wondering why Mikey would think something like that about his own brother? Maybe it was a product of the past drug use? He knows that he was a real demon when he was on the drugs. Mikey waited patiently till Frank got the courage to ask him questions.

"Is... Is Gerard mean to you, Mikey? You can tell me. I'm not going to get mad.”

"Um... well, he is a big brother and I guess you are supposed to push your younger brother around a bit, but you know Gee took it too far sometimes. I mean I am sure it was the drugs talking, but he could be pretty mean and he attacked my self-esteem a lot. That is why I pick on him a little now. Just getting him back I guess. Kind of childish huh?"

The crackle of the fire covered up the quiver in Mikey's voice.

"Well I think you are alright now. Come on, let's get in bed and get some sleep. That way we can be up bright and early in the morning."

"Oh... Yeah, okay. Sleep sounds really good right about now. I hope Gerard's not too worried. I mean our dinner is ruined.”

”Don’t be so hard on yourself Frankie. You did not know. I am sure that he will realize the weather is not good and that would be the reason for not coming home. He would just want you to be safe, that's all, besides he has Spencer to keep him company so I am sure he will be fine if he gets that itch you know?”

”Itch?”

”Well yeah you know? Sometimes you just want to be fucked or something like that?”

"Sorry, kiddo, I would not know how that is, but uh, Spencer is not allowed to do that.”

”Oh, but at the party they were.”

Frank actually began to blush and this surprised Mikey. If Spencer could not fuck Gerard then what could they do… wait a minute.

”Are you telling me that my brother tops Spencer!?”

”Uh, yeah, they are allowed to do that.”

”Wow, I never heard of Gerard topping anyone before. I have to say Frankie I am really impressed that you trust him so much. Considering how much Gerard loves to bottom, I don’t know if I could even trust him that much.”

After Mikey planted more seeds of doubt in his brother in law’s mind, he pulled back the corner of the covers that they were not sitting on so that Frank could slip in. They were both still just in robes and now dry underwear. Once Frank was in, Mikey climbed under the ones he was sitting on. He settled into the pillow and then turned on his side to face Frank.

”Don’t worry Frankie, everything will be alright and soon you will be in the arms of your wife again. Just get some sleep now. Oh and pleasant dreams.”

Mikey turned around and heard Frank settling into the covers and turning himself to face the wall. He smirked again. This was going to be an interesting night.

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***Frank & Mikey***



"Morning sweetie."



Gerard's voice chirped and Frank’s eyes blinked open quickly. Frank sat up slowly and looked around. Home...? When did he get home?



"Gerard...?"



Frank rasped, still looking around. Gerard was nowhere to be seen.



"I've got a surprise for you Frankie..."



He entered the bedroom, dressed in a lacy gown and nothing else. Frank’s eyes widened, and he followed his wife's every move. The way he walked was sexy... like he rehearsed every move.



"W-Wow... Oh my god. Gee..."



Frank’s voice cracked as he spoke and his cock was hard, up in excitement... drooling like his mouth was.



"Mmmm, you smell so good... So yummy."



Gerard was in his lap now, kissing his neck. He whispered seductively in his ear.



"I wanna make you feel good, baby."



Frank moaned out in pleasure when Gerard lowered himself, face first against Frank’s crotch. He then pulled down Frank's boxers...



"Mmmm... You're so hard..."



Gerard's hands were on his cock now, stroking him while his lips were pressing kisses against his thigh.


Mikey was awaken by a groaning to his left. He opened his eyes to see Frank with his mouth open and panting. He smirked. Mikey knew that Frank was dreaming about his brother. He could use this to his advantage. He crawled over to Frank and slid the blankets off. He moved between his legs and eased his boxers off. Mikey licked his lips as he saw Frank's hard cock. It looked really inviting. He slid his hands up his brother in law's thighs and reached down to nip at his inner thighs.


"Such a big boy. I can't wait to take you... All of you inside of me."



Gerard moaned against Frank's thigh, his fist still circled around Frank's member.



"Oh... Fuck."



Frank groaned, bringing his wrist to his mouth and bit down gently.



"Gerard... Mmm'nf."


Mikey heard Frank mumble his brother’s name. He wondered what Dream!Gerard was doing, but he knew what he was going to do. He let Frank's cock slide into his mouth to the back of his throat. He had always been good at schooling his gag reflex. Back in the day, Stan loved to fuck his mouth. He was ruthless too. Mikey was so young, and eager to please his new husband out of fear and respect. Soon he learned that sex was a weapon. It was like a drug, and one could get addicted to it. Once Stan was, now Mikey was now in control. He constricted his throat to tighten the muscles and came all the way back up to the tip. He then set a rhythm and went to town. He really wanted to impale himself on Frank’s cock, but too much too soon and it could spoil his plans. Instead he reached down and fisted his own cock with the same rhythm that he was using for Frank. It would not be long before they both came at this pace.


Frank dug his hands through Gerard's hair and tugged. Gerard's mouth was warm and wet and so fucking tight. He wasn't going to last.



"F-Fuck, Gerard... Fuck!"



With that cry, he came. Frank loosened his grip on Gerard's hair and sighed contently. He felt himself falling into another deep sleep, and he let it wash over him.


Mikey panted, trying to catch his breath. He wasn't able to drink down Frank’s whole load, but that was alright because it added to the scene. He wiped the cum from his own hand on Frank’s thigh to make it look good. He smirked at how easy it was. Now he needed to arrange them so that Frank would be the bad guy. He lay on Frank's thigh and placed his hands strategically to be laced with Frank's. He was surprised when Frank brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on his fingers, licking his own cum off them. Now Mikey did not have to pretend that he was feeling good. Frank had amazing suction power. He groaned and pushed into Frank’s thigh, mouthing at his softening cock. Before he could get carried away he settled in and let sleepy words escape his throat.

"Mmmm, so good to me. Love you too Stany."


***Frank***


Frank’s eyes slowly opened, encrusted with sand. He rubbed them with his free hand since the other one was laced with Gerard’s. He brought the hand to his lips to kiss when he realized that the wedding ring on it was a simple gold band. He let his gaze follow the hand to the arm, and then to the body between his legs. It was his brother in law, not his wife who was softly licking his cock in his sleep.

"The fuck...? Mikey?"

He looked down at his wife's brother's face and spotted the drying cum on his cheek and lips. He also realized that his hand had cum on it, well what was left of it. Frank could taste it in his mouth and it was very different from Gerard’s or Pete’s. Almost a sour taste. Wait what was he saying!? He just had a form of sex with his brother in law! He just fucking cheated on his wife and made his brother cheat on his husband!

”Shit, fuck, Mikey, Hey Kiddo, come on, wake up.”

"Mmmm, huh, what? Oh Frankie. Hey, sorry, I had this amazing dream about Stan and..."

Mikey stretches and Frank can see that he is naked. He also realizes that he himself is naked. Mikey's body looks flush like Gerard's does after he has cum. Mikey stands up and runs his fingers through his hair... just like Gerard. He turns to Frank and smiles for a moment, till it falters.

"Frankie, why are you naked, and why am I naked, and Oh my God, what have we done!?"

Mikey started to shake and backed into the corner of the bed away from Frank. Frank needed to take control of the situation before he had a panic attack…just like Gerard.

”Easy, easy Kiddo. I think we both dreamed of, well you know, with Gerard and Stan. It was an accident. Neither of us would have done it if we were awake. I honestly was dreaming of Gerard blowing me and…”

"Fuck, and I dreamt that I was blowing Stan and you let me go on thinking I was Gee right? Um... okay, uh awkward. Well, I guess we are both to blame for this."

Mikey crawled back up the bed and sat down next to Frank leaning on the headboard. He smiled lightly.

"So can we just both agree we fucked up, and uh not tell anyone about it?"

”That sounds like a good plan. I would never want to get you in trouble with Stan. You guys have a good solid marriage. I would feel horrible if this fucked it up.”

”I like to think that Stan and I are stronger than that, but yeah. Let’s keep this one between you and I, and the woods.”

Frank reached out to shake on the agreement, but Mikey reached out and kissed him. It was sudden and he felt Mikey push his tongue inside and explore his mouth. Frank placed two hands on Mikey’s shoulders and gently pushed him away.

”Why did you do that?”

”I don’t know. I figured since I blew you and we exchanged fluids that it made sense that we should have kissed at least once.”

Mikey stood up and grabbed the robe, but instead of putting it on, he placed it over his shoulder.

"If it makes you feel any better, it wasn't wasted emotion. I really felt like 'Stan' was here taking care of me... or rather I was taking care of him."

”Um… thanks?”

Mikey chuckled and Frank could not help, but join in. It was like one of those moments for cops that you just have to laugh to alleviate the severity of the situation. In truth he did just cheat on his wife, and he had to live with that now along with coercing Mikey into cheating on his husband. He had to keep that reality in check.

"I'm going to take a shower and get cleaned up. Can you see if the electricity is on yet and make us some breakfast?"

Mikey left the room and Frank felt better. It seemed that the kid was not too traumatized from the situation. At that point there was a knock on the front door. Frank threw on the robe left for him and went to answer it.

”Sorry Sir for the delay yesterday. Got stuck in a drift and…”

”No need to apologize at all. As long as you were safe. I will get dressed and help you shovel so we can get out.”


***Mikey***


Mikey was loving the shower. He laughed as he remembered the look on Frank's face. The guilt he must have felt. It was delicious just like his cock and the cum that came from it. He allowed the water to cascade over his body as he jerked off again to the memory of how good Frank’s cock felt in his mouth. He fantasized what it will be like to fuck him next time oh and there will be a next time too, Mikey would make sure of that.

Notes

Congratulations! You made it through the longest chapter of this fic! We decided not to cut this chapter up because there was no where to cut it that made sense. It spanned four months and held a lot of information about the characters that would be vital for the rest of the fic. It was a hard decision, but one we stood by and still do. It was also the most fun chapter to write. ^-^

OH and P.S. ~ The Duke is real