***Time Stamp: Saturday, March 31st***

Frank was sitting in the Study downstairs. Gerard had gone into his room to get his school work done for the day. Frank was pouring over some ideas he had for Gerard's birthday when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Frank, my man! It's M. How're you and the lovely wife holding up?"

Frank looked at the phone surprised that M. was calling him.

"Hey M. uh, what's going on?"

"April Ninth. That's what's goin' on. Gerard's turning the big three-OH!"

M. amped his volume up to the max like he was trying to blow out Frank's eardrum.

"Uh, yeah I know. The kids and I are planning what we are doing for him right now."

Frank wondered if M. was high, he sure sounded like it.

"Didn't you read the contract my man? First year of Gerard being your housewife he's gotta come to my place for his b-day."

Frank heard him pause to take a puff from his cigarette.

"I like to make sure everything's goin' smoothly and plus, I tend to miss my girls... Not gonna' lie."

"What!? Oh fuck really? Man, the kids are going to be pissed at me!"

"Yeah. My bad *cough cough* I guess I should've mentioned it at the wedding."

M. started having coughing fits, and Frank wondered if he was smoking or smoking.

"But then again... It's on the contract."

"Right, the contract."

Frank wiped his face with his hand.

"So, what does this mean exactly. Is it like the wedding?"

"Uh, yeah, but you can keep planning what you're planning. The only thing that's changing is the location."

"Well yeah, but not really a place for the kids. I mean I know that they are the age that you apparently think that a wife can be, but I am really not interested in introducing them to that now. Plus let's face it, you have drugs at your place."

"I'll be a good boy. Anything for my favorite Wife. I'll put the drugs away. Cross my heart."

Frank could actually see him, making an X over his heart with his index finger. He rolled his eyes.

"Ah, well forgive me for not believing you outright, but perhaps they can come towards the end."

Frank thought for a moment, maybe if the party was not inside.

"All right, but let’s do the party outside like the wedding. A bigger tent maybe, and decked out again in Gerard's favorite colors."

"Whatever will make Gerard happy. It's his birthday party after all."

"All right well, it's his thirtieth so I want to pull out all the stops. I assume that you will take care of the guest list? The only people I need to add to it are Christa and Ray. Gerard may have some people from the Gallery that he wants to invite and perhaps a classmate or two."

"Uh..."

M. trailed off, chuckling uncomfortably.

"Yeah, um, classmates? Gallery?"

Frank could hear that he was beyond confused.

"Oh right, sorry. Gerard is working in Stan's art gallery in the city. He is also taking classes online paid for with the money that he earns from his job."

Frank is pleasantly surprised that M. does not know everything about their lives. It eliminates the concern about spying.

"Dude... My man, what thee actual FUCK!? Why is he working!? Why is he in school!? Why the fuck would you allow that!?"

Frank pulled the phone back and looked at. Did the man just yell at him?

"Man, what is your fucking problem?! Too much shitty coke up you’re fucked out nose?! What is the big deal!? Are you that fucking against these boys having a brain, or any kind of freedom?!"

Frank was fuming, and now M. was going to get it. He was lucky that the man was not in front of him right now.

"Look you sorry piece of shit excuse for a business man. My wife is not just a fuck toy to me who cleans my house. He has brains and real interior beauty and you will fucking respect that and when you see him, you will praise him for having the fucking intelligence to go out and want to be something more than a burden on society! DO I MAKE MYSELF FUCKING CLEAR!?"

"No! Listen, listen man... Gerard... He's got fucking ambition, man. That's not even a fucking good thing."

M. pitched his voice low now.

"You don't actually fucking think he loves you enough to stick around once he's got all his shit together? Man, you're vulnerable Iero. You don't know Gerard like I do."

M, was on the verge of busting out in hyena laughter

"You are so lucky that I do not reach through this phone and fucking choke you right now! How dare you disparage my wife like that!? You have not seen Gerard in almost a year! He is nothing like half the sorry excuses you sell for wives! So again, shut the fuck up before I do it for you permanently!"

Frank slammed the phone down. He was shaking he was so angry.

"Motherfucking piece of shit!"

Frank upended his desk onto its side. He just he needed something. Something to take the edge off. He could hear the phone's dial tone and then the obnoxious beeping.

"AARRGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!"


***Gerard***


Gerard was halfway to Frank’s study when he heard a loud crash, and scream come from that direction. He rushed to the door and bolted inside.

"Frank?!"

He called out for him, worried and scared. Gerard was shocked by the sight. It brought back the scene from January except the mirror was still intact. Frank was standing next to his upturned desk shaking, clenching his fists. The phone was on the ground beeping off the hook. Gerard's eyes diverted to the phone and then to his husband.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

He stepped further into the room, and picked the phone up and sat it down on its dock.

"Fucking M. fucking piece of shit worthless coke head fucking aaagggrrgghhh!"

Gerard snapped his attention back on Frank when he mentioned his Seller's name.

"M...? What happened with M?"

Gerard was so confused. He knew Frank had issues with M. but this seemed to be a different kind of issue.

"He, he , he, fucking called about your birthday and I was fine with that, although the kids and all, and then I said that you might want to invite friends like Kassy and maybe a classmate, and he, he , he, he fucking said...."

Gerard started to rub his hand on Frank’s back in small, soothing circles.

"You are brilliant you know that? Brilliant and intelligent and fucking beautiful. You are not an object to be admired at home, and certainly not a fucking toy. You know this right? You know that is how I think of you Gerard?"

Gerard nodded apprehensively and then sighed.

"I'm guessing M. really tore me a new one, huh..."

"I just don’t understand how he thinks you know?"

Frank turned in Gerard's arms and embraced him.

"I think he's jealous of you."

Gerard rose a brow at that.

"Oh? You think he's jealous of me?"

"Well yeah, I mean he has a business and everything, but other than a bottle of whiskey and a line of coke, what does he really have? I mean do any of the wives really like him?"

Gerard hummed and then shrugged.

"I... thought I liked him until I got divorced for the first time. He really, um, scared me a lot. But I can't speak for the others. I know Mikey liked him. He was so in love with M."

"Your brother is young and makes mistakes. We all do. No matter what though, he has no right to tell me how you are supposed to live under my roof... fuck that OUR roof."

Frank takes Gerard's hand with his rings on it. He caresses each one and kisses them gently. He even playfully licked and nipped at the skin.

"But what did he say about me? I know how he can be."

Gerard was nervous about what M. might've said about him. He didn't want Frank to get any ideas or think differently of him even though he wasn't insinuating that he was, but it could still be a possibility that he was. Gerard didn't want that. He wanted M. to be happy for him, and support him just like he did with Mikey and the other housewives.

"*sigh* He basically told me that I was doing wrong by allowing you to work and go to school. He said you would use it against me, that you were cunning, and had ambition. I did not like that he insinuated that about you."

Frank was getting agitated again. Gerard blinked, and dropped his gaze to the floor.

"Oh, I'm not surprised that he'd say something like that."

Frank squeezed Gerard's hand tighter.

"Don't you believe it sweetheart, I certainly don't. You are amazing with everything that you have gone through, and you deserve the world. Is it a wonder that the kids and I love you so much? Not to mention Spencer, and I think that even Pete is kind of sweet on you too now, and..."

The phone rings. Gerard had been smiling as his husband said all those nice things to him, but when the phone went off Gerard's smile dropped.

"I'll answer it."

"If it's that piece of shit I am not fucking talking to him without punching him in the nuts first!"

Frank turns and walks into the small adjoining bathroom. Gerard took a deep breath and answered the call.

"Hello, Iero residence. Gerard Iero speaking."

"Gee! Baby am I glad it's you! Look, you gotta talk to that husband of yours. He doesn't understand what you're supposed to do as part of the contract. I mean, can’t he just be happy with your cock sucking skills? He has to make you all smart and stuff too?"

"Umm... M. Frank's my husband. He wants me 'all smart'... and to be honest his cock sucking skills kinda surpass mine."

Gerard smirked when he said this.

"Wait... what the fuck?! Where do you get off talking to me like that!? Who do you think you are!? You are my property to sell as I choose! You will never be anything more than a high class whore! You need to learn your place Gerard Way, that is why you always get returned and..."

Gerard heard a commotion on the other end of the phone, and it goes dead for a few minutes. Then the noise of a fight filled the space.

"M?"

Gerard pulled his ear from the phone and looked at it with a puzzled expression on his face. A voice answered, but it was not M.’s

"Hey there Mrs. Iero, no it's uh, Louis."

"Louie? What are you doing at M's?"

"Um... well, I’m kind of more than just a lead-headed limo driver. I am also head of Iero Security."

"Hold on a second, Lou."

Gerard pulled the phone away from his ear and shouted.

"FRANK!"

The toilet flushed and Frank emerged from the bathroom tucking his shirt back in and buckling his pants.

"Yeah baby, what's up?"

"Here."

He passed the phone to his husband, shaking his head.

"I'm sure you have something to do with this."

Frank took the phone trying to suppress a smirk.

"Yello?"

"Hey, yeah, oh, well what a surprise. What else did you find?... Oh, he did?"

Frank moved the receiver from his mouth, and looked at Gerard.

"Hey baby? Did M. call you a high class whore and his property?"

Gerard furrowed his brow together and nodded, frowning.

"I see."

Frank went back to the phone.

"Yeah I confirmed what you heard... Yeah, and I want it on speaker too."

Frank hit the intercom button on the phone as he placed the phone on the cradle. The room was filled with panting and the voice of M.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck, please no, no no, that's worth over a fucking grand!"

Louis spoke next, so unlike Gerard ever heard before.

"Now apologize, or I destroy the whole fucking bag and you better address him right!"

"Fuck! alright! Ah, uh, Mrs. Iero?"

Gerard glared at Frank and spoke.

"Yes?"

He answered, sighing dramatically. He couldn't believe this was happening.

"I uh, just wanted to apologize for the way I treated you earlier. I was out of line in my description of you, and also challenging the state of your marriage. I mean Christ, he has to love you to come and fuck with my shit right? And this is not the first time he has defended you to me, so yeah. I was wrong. Uh... sorry?"

"M. it's okay... I just wish it didn't have to result to violence."

Gerard's tone of voice sounded disappointed, Frank spoke up this time.

"Oh no baby, there was no violence involved at all. Louis simply went to the House on a hunch of mine and simply procured M.'s drug supply and well, threatened to make it unusable."

"Oh fuck you Iero, he is threatening to piss in my coke!"

"I consider that violent Frankie, and it's not appropriate. M. can have opinions because I sure as hell don't let them affect me."

Frank looked at Gerard. There was something in his eyes. A look of awe and reverence.

"You mean that Gee don't you? You really don't care what he thinks of you anymore?"

"No. I don't give a rat's ass, and neither should you."

Gerard spoke confidently and crossed his arms over his chest. Frank smiled wider than Gerard had ever seen him before.

"Hey Louis?"

"Yeah Boss?"

"Give him back his shit, and get out of there."

"You got it Boss, oh and Mrs. Iero?"

Gerard leaned in towards the phone a bit.

"Yeah?"

"You done good missy, proud of ya."

Gerard smiled a big toothy grin.

"Thanks Louie."

He giggled, stepping back.

"Alright Louis, get home now, oh and stop and grab us all some lunch, your choice man."

"Alright there Boss."

"Thanks Louis."

The phone call ends, and Frank disconnects their side. He stands up and crooks a finger at Gerard.

"Come here Mrs. Iero."

Gerard smirked, and sashayed over to his husband. Once he was in front of him he threw his arms around his shoulders.

"I cannot believe you said that. Do you know how fucking horny it makes me hearing you assert yourself like that?"

Frank reached down and grabs his ass hard.

"It wasn't very lady like of me, was it?"

Gerard giggled, wiggling his ass against Frank's hand teasingly.

"No it was not. I liked it. You should do it more often."

Frank pulled Gerard closer to him, and nibbled on his ear a little as he whispered in it.

"Wanna show me how unlady like you can be?"

Gerard grinned from ear to ear, and whirled around. He grabbed Frank’s hand and led him out of the Study, quickly.

"I'll do more than 'show you'."

Frank laughed as they headed in the direction of their bedroom.



***Time Stamp: Saturday, 7th***




***Spencer***


Spencer was sitting on the sofa in Gerard's room. The fireplace had not needed lighting in a month now since spring was upon them again. He watched as Gerard paced back and forth, waiting for the phone to ring.

"Gee baby, calm down. Jamia will call. I am sure she will be able to coordinate your birthday party next week."

Gerard stilled and glared at his best friend. He sighed dramatically, and had a seat next to him on the sofa. He took a deep breath.

"You're right... But I can't help it. I'm stressed. I emailed her and she still hasn't replied back."

"Awww, come here."

Spencer pulled Gerard into his arms, and laid his head on his shoulder. He ran a soothing hand through his much longer locks.

"Wow Gee baby, your hair is getting pretty long now. It’s almost past your ears. Are you gonna cut it for the party?"

Gerard tugged at his ends and shrugged his shoulders.

"Should I?"

Spencer smirked and flexed his fingers as he grabbed a fistful of hair and made Gerard cry out. He pulled him up and crashed his face into his neck, attaching himself and creating a smart bruise on the pale flesh.

"Should I take that as a no?"

Gerard, pushed his fingers sensually through Spencer's hair.

"Mmmm, you tell me."

Spencer continued to trail his way up Gerard's neck nipping at his jaw until he reached his lips. He licked over the flesh of his bottom lip and bit it lightly. Gerard opened his mouth to Spencer's tongue, and kissed him back. Gerard whined, pushing Spencer back gently.

"Spennnce. Stop distracting me. You know we don't stop once we get started...”

"I'm just trying to help you decide whether to get a haircut or not. I'm also distracting you from waiting for the phone to ring. Seems like I am doing a poor job though, so I need to try harder I think."

Spencer reached down to slip his hand into the waistband of Gerard's lounge pants. He caressed his cock while smiling as Gerard moaned. As he was about to get a better grip, he heard the phone ring.

"I think that's your phone call Gee baby."

Gerard smiled slyly at Spencer before nodding his head. When Spencer removed his hand from his pants Gerard hopped off the sofa and went to the phone. He hit the speaker button and answered.

"Iero residence... Gerard Iero speaking."

"Gerard! Jamia here! Congratulations on hitting the big Three Oh! How does it feel to be old?"

Gerard released a sigh of relief when he heard the woman’s voice fill the air and answered truthfully.

"S'feels like I'm still in my twenties. You're the first person to remind me that I'm getting old, but, hey... did you get my email?"

"Yeah I did and don't worry sweetie, thirty's the new twenty don’t you know? On to more interesting things though. So we are throwing you a big bash at the same place you had your wedding right?"

Jamia did not wait for Gerard to answer and continued. The sound of rustling paper could be heard on the other side of the phone.

"Sooo let's see. It's spring so how about pastels? Maybe something with flowers? We could so Paris in Spring?"

"Paris in spring..."

Gerard echoed the words, trailing off in though, then hummed when he came back to reality.

"I like it. Oh, and yeah... same place. Hope you had enough to work with. I mean, the backyard is huge, but I don't know if it's not as much as you're used to. I've seen some of your work on your site. It's beautiful by the way. I really loved what you did with my wedding."

"Stop stop, you're making me blush! Actually after I put up the pictures that I did of your wedding I started getting calls for bigger venues so I should be thanking you for letting me coordinate it for you!"

More paper rustling, and then the telltale sound of Windows booting up.

"Soooo Gerard, you got a computer nearby? I'm going to upload some pictures of Paris in Spring so you can get an idea of how it will look. Also I will head out to the House and see what it looks like as far as foliage. Alright? Oohh shit, I gotta take this call. All right love, I will email you any other details I have alright? Byyeeee!"

"Okay, I'll check it out as soon as I get to my computer. Bye sweetie. Talk to you soon."

Gerard ended the call once he's said his goodbyes. He turned his attention to Spencer and smiled.

"I can breathe now."

"Yeah, well it sounded like she couldn't! She was talking a mile a minute! She sure is excited for you!"

Spencer laughed lightly as he got up and walked over Gerard. He circled his waist tightly, and squeezed as he lightly kissed his neck.

"So didn't she say something about pictures?"

Gerard swatted his friends shoulder and rolled his eyes.

"Be nice, Spence. She's a sweet lady."

Gerard started for the desk, that Frank surprised him with for Easter, where his lap top was.

"And yeah... Gonna take a look now. Care to join me?"

Gerard patted his lap and winked in Spencer's direction. Spencer laughed again and followed Gerard over to the desk. He perched on Gerard's lap and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"So Gee baby, show me those dirty pics of yours... Oh and you still owe me a peek at the video you made with Frankie!"

"I will eventually. Not now though."

Gerard clicked through his email and looked over the new ones.

"I've got a few messages from school... I'll look at those later."

His eyes skimmed over Jamia's email and he clicked it.

"Alright, let’s take a look."

The attachments loaded up and Gerard smiled at the screen.

"So pretty. If she could pull that off she's forever going to be my party planner."

He pressed the reply button and typed. Perfect! Now I have to figure out what I'm gonna wear. Totally has to match the Paris in Spring look! He pressed send and then wrapped his arms around Spencer's waist.

"I'm so excited. I hope nothing goes wrong."



***Time Stamp: Tuesday, April 10th***




***Frank & Gerard***


Frank was bored. He was sitting at his desk with his feet up letting his mind wander. The last meeting he had got cancelled, Pete had a catering emergency, and needed to cancel their lunch date. So now Frank sat staring at the ceiling blowing bubbles... literally.

"*sigh*Do you know how hard it is to get soap residue off your desk?"

Frank looked up and saw Vicky leaning over his desk.

"Vicky! Entertain me please, I am so fucking bored."

"Do I look like a three ring circus act to you boss? Why don’t you call your wife, have him entertain you instead."

"Yeah yeah, I'll do that... no, shit he's working."

"No he's not, do you ever look at your schedule? He had an early meeting and then Stan gave him off the rest of the day."

"Well maybe he is hanging out with Spencer then."

"So, since when do either of them mind you?"

"True true, alright, fuck it, I’ll call. Thanks Vicky."

"Don't thank me, just remember me when bonuses come around."

"Oh I will."

Frank waved to Vicky leaving as he picked up the phone and dialed home.

Gerard was bored. So bored. He was let out of work early and he finished his assignments. Spencer was busy with whatever it was he was busy with. Apparently it was important enough to blow off their lunch date. Gerard couldn't hold it against him though. He'd cancelled more than a few plans himself. For school, work, and Frank of course Karma... Gerard sighed, tucking his hair behind his ears. Spencer was right. His hair is getting pretty long. He thought, in that moment, he should go to the bathroom, pull out the clippers and buzz it all off. Then he thought about how Frank would react so he decided against it. Gerard fell into bed and buried his face in his pillow to let out a loud, muffled scream. Just as he was about to give up and take a nap, his cell went off and he sat up quickly. He snatched it off of his nightstand, answering it enthusiastically without even looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby, whatcha doing?"

"Frankkkkie! Nothing. I'm doing nothing. I'm so bored... What're you doing?"

Gerard giggled into the phone. He was so excited that his husband was calling.

"Mee too!"

Frank could not help to giggle back.

"My morning meeting got cancelled, Pete had an emergency so he cancelled lunch with me, and Vicky is going to kill me if i keep blowing bubbles at the ceiling. Apparently soap residue is hard to clean off my desk. I did not even know she cleaned my desk! I have to give her a decent bonus this year."

Gerard closed his eyes to try to visualize Frank blowing bubbles. He giggled again and covered his mouth to contain himself.

"I guess we're both losing our minds, huh? We're so use to be being so busy. I don't know how to sit still anymore. I honestly don't think I know how to."

"Hey, how about I have Louis pick you up and we take a trip into the city. I'll take you shopping!"

Gerard perked up at that idea and jumped out of bed.

"Really?! I'm already ready!"

"Great, I will call him. You guys can swing by to pick me up, and we will go to lunch too!"

Gerard was about to burst. He and Frank haven't had lunch together in so long. He wanted to dance around the house until Louis arrived.

"Can't wait!"

Gerard smiled. He couldn't hide the excitement in his voice even if he tried.

"All right baby, I can't wait to see you. Wear something nice for me? I like my Geebear all dressed up because I can show you off and remind people that you are mine."

Gerard heard murmuring in the background and a women yelling that it was about fucking time.

"Oh fuck off Vicky, okay baby, Louis will be on his way in a few. See you in a half. Bye."

Gerard said his goodbyes and then ended the call. He released a dreamy sigh, and set his phone down on his nightstand. He and Frank were going on a date.

*

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Gerard pressed down on the material of the top and smoothed it out. He looked in the mirror and turned around to examine the back. He'd lost a lot of weight since he started working. He ate healthy too, but he knew those juice fasts were probably the main reason why he dropped ten pounds. Gerard pressed open the dressing room door, stepping out to show off his finished look. He put his hands on his hips, and crossed his legs in front of him.

"What do you think?"

Frank's jaw dropped open. He could not help it. He had seen Gerard look good, but never like this. The outfit was almost indescribable. Gerard was wearing a deep red velvet corset top that had black straps over the upper chest. The skirt was sinfully tight that clung to his perfectly shaped thighs. Frank saw stockings similar to the ones from New Years that peeked out from underneath with heels that matched red on the inside of the stiletto.

"Gee..."

"Do you like it? I really like the Louboutins. I have a few of them already, but they're open toed. These are comfy."

Gerard spoke as he rose his leg up daintily to caress the heel.

Frank could not believe that Gerard was concerned with his shoes when he looked good enough to eat. Frank had to dig his fingers into his thighs to bring himself pain to realize he was not dreaming. Fuck he just wanted to take Gerard right then and there.

"Uh Gee, why don't you try on something else. We will get that one for sure though."

Frank was sweating bullets like he had never before.

"Are you sure? You don't think the skirt's too short?"

Gerard was tugging on the hem of the skirt that rose slightly above his thighs.

"You could probably see my panties if I bend over to far... Jesus."

He laughed, flattening out the back of the skirt.

"Fuck Gerard, please, just go change before I do something really stupid."

Frank had never been in this much pain before. He felt like his cock was literally going to bust a whole through his slacks.

"Wha-- OH!"

Gerard looked down at the front of Frank's slacks, and then giggled.

"Okayyy, okay. Fine."

He turned around and started to walk back into the dressing room, his hips swaying as he did. That did it. Frank got up quickly, and looked around. He moved fast to pull open the dressing room door quickly before Gerard could lock it. Thank fuck he chose the biggest dressing room. He pushed Gerard up against the wall and crushed his mouth against his neck. He bit down and brought his hand up to cover Gerard's mouth before a sound could escape.

"You fucking tease. Do you even know? Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now? I just, I gotta..."

Frank ran his free hand up the back of Gerard's skirt feeling the lace of the garter, and the silk of the panties as he gripped his ass through tightly them. He wanted to fuck him so badly right now.

"Y'just gotta what?"

Gerard was breathless as he spoke.

"D'you want me to hike up my skirt and roll down my panties?"

He continued to tease, bunching up his skirt, slowly.

"Oh Christ Gee, yes like right fucking now!"

Frank got on his knees and reached up and pulled Gerard’s panties off, practically ripping them. He immediately got his mouth on Gerard's cock, and sank down to the base in one shot. Gerard let out a stiffled moan and tipped his head back, hitting the wall behind him hard. He placed both of his hands on Frank's head and helped guide him up and down his shaft. Frank just let Gerard fuck his mouth. He needed Gerard to cum first in order to continue with him. Frank pulled out all the stops possible, including allowing some saliva to dribble onto his fingers, then working them into Gerard.

"You're so fucking good at this... Oh, fuck... Right there."

Gerard gasped and his jaw went slack as his body tensed up. He covered his mouth when he shouted and came hard without warning his husband, but he didn't seem to mind because he kept going. Frank swallowed everything down and then before Gerard had a chance to go soft, he stood up and ripped his slacks open. He pulled Gerard to the bench in the room and had him straddle his lap quickly as he lined up and pulled Gerard down onto his badly leaking cock. Frank grabbed Gerard's hips and started to fuck up into him hard and fast.

"Fuck Gee, you in this skirt, and the shoes, and oh fuck, I just..."

He pulled Gerard into another kiss to catch his moans as he continuously hit his prostate. He knew this was going to be fast, but it did not matter. He was desperate to cum this time. Gerard was panting and pressing into the kiss. When they broke apart he let out an almost too loud gasp and pushed back against Frank’s thrusts.

"Ah ah ah baby, not going last this time. You're too fucking good."

Frank wrapped his arms around his wife's waist and pushed upward with three more good thrusts as he released his cum inside of him. Gerard reached his arm around Frank's shoulder, pushed his hand against the back of his head, buried his fingers in his hair and tugged hard. He craned his neck and pressed his lips against Frank's in a slow, deep kiss.

"Fuck baby, you just looked too good to resist. We are fucking buying everything you tried on today and that fucking jacket you saw on the way in."

"My little jacket slut."

"Your jacket slut."



***Time Stamp: Saturday, April 14th***




***Frank***



Frank held two glasses in his hand as he made his way back to the boys. Pete was walking with his glass while carrying two plates of food. It was lucky for them when the caterer that Jamia has originally chosen had fallen ill Pete's company was able to pick it up as a favor. It also meant that it did not cost Frank a cent. Pete said to think of it as an early birthday present. When Frank asked what was the later birthday present, Pete just winked and Frank laughed. Spencer and Gerard were seated at the petal covered table. Frank was in awe at the beautiful theme that Gerard chose. He told Gerard that he had seen Paris in the spring time and this was it. Spencer had leaned in and whispered something in Gerard's ear, making him giggle and blush. The color ran down his body to the skin on his chest, which was glowing with a spray of diamond dust that Gerard put on before they left. He found a fragrance at Bath and Body Works called Velvet Sugar and it suited him well. The dress and shoes that he had chosen, just completed the flutter in his heart. Frank and Pete placed the plates and glasses on the table then Frank went behind Gerard and kissed his neck lightly.

"Having fun baby?"

"I'm having a blast. Best Birthday ever."

Gerard grinned, tipping his head to the side, giving Frank full access to his throat. Frank inhaled deeply the scent on his wife's skin. The chemistry was perfect and it made his mouth water. He ran a hand up his neck tickling lightly with his fingers.

"How about a dance then?"

Frank stepped aside and held his hand out for Gerard to take. Gerard nodded and daintily took his hand. Frank held it as he led Gerard to the dance floor that was built just for this occasion. The top of the tent had pink blossoms hanging from it with white sliks hanging down to represent clouds. They moved to the center where others were dancing and Frank placed his arms around Gerard's waist. Gerard placed his arms over Frank's shoulder and they moved to the slow Parisian style music. As they danced he leaned in and sang the lyrics along with the professional singer in perfect unison.


"Des yeux qui font baiser les miens, Un rire qui se perd sursa bouche, Voila le portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquelj'appartiens.



Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas, Je voisla vie en rose."


(With eyes which make mine lower, A smile which is lost on his lips, That's the unembellished portrait, Of the man to whom I belong.;


When he takes me in his arms, He speaks to me in a low voice, I see life as if it were rose-tinted.)


Frank continued to make slow circles around the floor with Gerard in his arms. He loved making his wife melt as he continued to whisper the sweet French lyrics into his ear.


"Il me dit des mots d’amour Des mots de tous les jours Et çame fait quelque chose,



Il est entré dans mon coeur Une part de bonheur Dont jeconnais la cause"



(He whispers words to declare to me his love, Words of the everyday, And that does something to me.



He has entered into my heart, A piece of happiness the cause of which, I know full well.)


"Forever baby, that is how long I want to be with you."

Gerard beamed throughout the whole dance and he couldn't take his eyes off of Frank's.

"Spending forever with you sounds perfect."

Frank closed his eyes as Gerard's words sunk in. He took a deep breath in and before he could change his mind he grabbed Gerard tight around the waist with one arm and dipped him back swiftly with his other arm bracing his back. Gerard looked up and him with slight confusion, but Frank jerked his eyebrows lightly up and down and then leaned in and kissed Gerard very deeply. Gerard kissed back, and pressed his hand against Frank’s cheek. Neither one of them realized that Mikey and Stan had just arrived to the party.


***Mikey & Gerard***


Mikey looked about the place, scanning for his brother. He knew that he would be the center of attention and Mikey would not have that. Then Mikey heard a sudden 'ahhh' sound, and looked to where it was coming from. He saw his brother and Frank in the middle of a dance floor kissing like some 1940's Hollywood couple. Mikey smirked. It was going to feel so good bringing his brother to his knees, even better than his third husband, Billy. Although Mikey did not sleep with him, he got one of his good friends to do it for him. He wondered if Racine had milked the man for his fortune yet. He started to make his way over when he was blocked by a body.

"Well hello Mikey. Welcome to Gerard's party."

"Thanks Spencer. Pete how are you? If the waft of the food is any indication, I would say that you catered this little shindig."

"You are quite perceptible as always Mikey. Stan, how is the man today?"

"Quite tired actually. One hell of a meeting before we got here, cutthroat at best."

"Well, I would say you need a drink then."

Mikey looked up and smiled. Frank was making his way over with Gerard sulking behind him.

"Well HI there Frankie."

"Hey Kiddo, fashionably late as always I see."

"No Stany had a meeting and it ran late."

"Yes, and I am exhausted from it. I need to sit down I think."

"But Stany you promised me a dance."

"It's okay Kiddo, I know I am a poor substitute, but I can take you for a spin."

"That would be lovely Frankie. Oh and Gee, happy birthday."

Gerard nearly shouted no, but he caught himself before he could. The whole time he kept his eyes glued to the two of them as they made their way to the dance floor.

”Damn you Mikey.”

Mikey noticed Spencer had placed a hand of comfort on Gerard's shoulder and it made him smile. He was torturing his brother while having the time of his life doing it. He never had the opportunity to do it like this before, it felt wonderful. Frank spun him and it made him giggle. He draped his arms over Frank's shoulders and Frank placed his hands on Mikey's waist. They began to dance slowly around the floor.

"I'm so sick of him and his fascination with my husband."

Gerard turned to Spencer.

"Just ignore him Gee baby. He only does it to mess with you."

Gerard brought his attention back to his husband and his brother on the dance floor. He was frowning.

"It's working..."

"Come on, I have a surprise for you in the House."

Gerard allowed Spencer to guide him into the house as he continued to glare at the two men on the dance floor. Spencer led him to the living area. He sat Gerard on the sofa and then told him to cover his eyes. Gerard did so then heard a rustling sound followed by several footsteps.

"All right Gee baby, you can open up your eyes now."

Gerard opened his eyes and saw his kids standing there with smiles on their faces. Kody was a little red because Spencer had one hand on his shoulder.

"Happy birthday Mom!"

"Guys! Oh my god!"

Gerard shouted in excitement as he pulled the two teenagers into a tight hug and kissed the top of both their heads.

"Are you surprised?"

"Yeah, dad said that it was some stupid rule that you had to have your party here, so he decided to ask if we could come."

"And of course being the awesome man that I am, I told Frank it was fine."

M. appeared from around the corner with a tumbler filled with his best liquor.

"Mmmm, nothing but the best for my little GeeWay."

M. slinked up behind Gerard and sat on the back of the sofa as he caressed the Wife's cheek and then slipped to his neck and open chest.

"I must say GeeWay, that you look simply sinful in that frock you are wearing."

"M."

Gerard spoke sternly, stepping away from the drunk man and rushed next to his kids.

"Do you guys wanna head out and find your father?"

He rested his hands on both their shoulders.

"Yeah, we do."

Spencer helped Gerard rush the kids away from M. They made their way out of the House to the back yard.

"He is so lucky that Frank did not see him lay his hands on you. He would have ripped him apart."

"Yeah, dad does not like when you mess with his property."

Spencer and Gerard both looked at Kat when she echoed her father's very words. She looked at them and shrugged her shoulders.

"What, you are not the only property he owns Gee, we count too."

Spencer was about to say something when a very out of breath Gabe came running up to them with his fist clutched around something tightly.

"*puff puff* Here Kit Kat, I found it in the seat."

"Thanks babe!"

Gabe carefully parted Kat's hair and placed the diamond clip back in its rightfully place. Kat leaned up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. Gerard watched the moment and he felt his heart flutter.

"Okay, kids... Go find your dad. He'll be happy to see you."

The kids ran off, but Gabe stayed behind with Gerard and Spencer.

"Babe huh? She's so like her dad."

Spencer could not help laughing at the poor guy and Gerard chuckled in agreement.

"She really is."

Gabe looked down at the ground, and shuffled his foot a bit in the grass. Spencer came over to him and patted his shoulder.

"It's alright honey, we know you mean well and she adores you. You have really been good to her these past few months."

"Well I like her a lot and I don’t want to hurt her."

Gerard looked Gabe up and down. He wanted to say: Then don't. But he knew the boy wouldn't be able to really promise that. Gerard thought back to when he'd been married to Billy, his third husband. He'd promised Gerard he would never hurt him, but he did. Many times. Not physically but internally and that hurt way more than a slap across the face.

"Good."

Gabe blushed and smiled at Gerard.

"Um... can I accompany you ladies back to the main tent?"

He held out both arms for the boys to take.

"Of course. Lead the way."

Gerard giggled, taking the taller man’s arm and Spencer did the same. They walked to the tent and saw Kody and Kat standing at the entrance looking inside. Gabe stopped behind Kat, which put Spencer behind Kody, who seemed to be shaking. They were watching their father dance with Mikey. Apparently it was not the same song as before because this one had a tempo and they were doing dance steps that left a little wiggle in the hips.

"Hey Mom, why is Dad dancing with Mikey and not you?"

"Yeah, I mean it is your birthday, not his."

Gerard stared over at his husband and brother with his hands on his hips. He frowned when Mikey pressed his back closely to Frank’s chest and swayed against him. He didn't want his anger and jealousy to show so he searched the area for Stan. Once he spotted him, Gerard approached him and pulled him out of his seat and started to lead him to the dance floor.

"Well, hello there birthday girl."

Stan smirked, allowing Gerard to guide him to the dance floor despite how exhausted he was. He brought Stan in front of his kids and answered their question.

"Because I'm dancing with Stan."

Gerard threw his arms over Stan's shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.

”Grownups are so fucking weird.”

"You sure you want to dance with an old man like me?"

Gerard laughed and began to find the rhythm in the song and moved to it in Stan's arms. Frank looked over a little surprised, but then his view was blocked by Mikey offering his hand to spin him around. Mikey ended up behind Frank and he hip checked him lightly. Frank laughed and grabbed Mikey's hips and swayed with him. At this point more people had joined the dance floor, including Gabe and Kat. Kat had a look in her eyes that just screamed mischief. She danced closer to her father with Gabe. When Gabe twirled her, she spun to her dad.

"Hey dad, mind if your one and only cuts in?"

"Can I ever deny you anything Kats?"

Frank laughed and sent Mikey to dance with Gabe as Kat took his place.

"Mikey. You never told me Stan was such an amazing dancer!"

Gerard giggled as Stan tipped him back and then up quickly, pressing their chests closely together. Gerard's hair flipped into his face and he laughed, throwing his head back to expose his long, pale throat to his brother’s husband who had his arm wrapped tightly around Gerard's waist.

"Yes he is Gee, but I do have to say that I am surprised that you wanted Frank's kids here. I mean the House is not exactly kid friendly and if M. gets a hand on... well you know how it goes."

Gabe's face showed shock that Mikey spoke so bluntly.

"Um... thank you for the dance, but I need the facilities."

He walked off towards the house and left Mikey awkwardly on the dance floor alone.

"Excuse me?"

Gerard snapped, dropping his arms from Stan's shoulders and placed his hands on his hips. He glared at Mikey and then grabbed him by his arm and led him off of the dance floor and into the House. Everyone now had their eyes on the brothers.

"We need to talk."

"Is there a problem Gee? I mean I was just speaking the truth? It has been a while since you have been around kids too. Not since your third marriage so you might have forgotten what kind of person M. and his friends can be. I personally would not want my children to ever be in this House."

"You had no right to say that in front of my daughter’s boyfriend!"

Gerard spoke harshly to his brother.

"And in case you forgot your kids don't like you."

"That's not my fault! They never even gave me a chance! They took one look at my age and decided based solely on that. Besides, they are not your kids, their Frank's! Your fucked up drug filled body couldn't produce kids even if you had the right equipment!"

Gerard snapped. He brought his hand up and slapped his brother across the face. Hard and fast. The sound echoed around them.

"Fuck you."

Gerard was breathing hard now.

"Fuck you, Michael."

"GERARD!"

Frank came in with Stan as Mikey crumbled to the floor clutching his cheek. Stan crouched down to cradle Mikey as Frank stood there with his hands folded against his chest staring at Gerard with disdain.

"How could you strike your brother like that?! Especially after you told me how much you have been hit in the past!? Yeah he was a little out of line, but he was just concerned for the kids! You owe him an apology!"

Gerard shook his head hard and then glared down at Mikey.

"No! I'm not going to say sorry. He deserved it. I've been dying to do that and if I have to apologize for it I'd rather be punished."

Gerard crossed his arms over his chest defiantly.

"I-I-It's alright Frankie, I'll be fine. I was out of line anyway."

Frank leaned down to help Mikey up. Mikey clung to him like his legs were going to give out. Frank placed an arm around his waist to steady him.

"I'm just going to go to the bathroom."

Mikey let go of Frank and moved forward out of the living room and down the hall where the bedrooms were. Frank turned to Gerard and crossed his arms.

"I am disappointed in you Gerard. To say that you have been dying to do that too? I mean what is to stop you from hitting the kids or even me? I'm sorry, but until you truly apologize to your brother, it is going to be very difficult to trust you."

Gerard frowned.

"I would never hit you or the kids, Frank. You haven't tortured me for years..."

He trailed off. He knew Mikey had won this round as he looked into Frank’s eyes. His gaze was hard and fixated on him, waiting for him to follow his brother to apologize.

"Fine."

Gerard trudged off in the direction Mikey disappeared.

*

*

*

"Mikey..."

Gerard knocked on the bathroom door, calling out apathetically.

"Oh, hey Gerard. Sorry, uh I was in here. Mikey said he was going to use the bathroom in your old room."

Gabe closed the bathroom door and headed back towards the living room. Down the hall there was a muffled mewling sound.

"Mikey...?"

Gerard spoke his name again, this time more concern. No voice came from the door, just gentle sobbing. Gerard knocked on the door.

"Open up... I want to apologize."

"No, go away!"

Mikey's voice was muffled, but it sounded like it was full of sorrow. Gerard sighed. He shouldn't have to do this. He shouldn't have to apologize to Mikey. Not for this.

"I wish I could, but you seriously need to open up."

There was a soft click and the door creaked open. Mikey was on the bed with his back turned to the door. He was shaking.

"*sniff* What do you want Gerard?”

Gerard stepped into the room and his eyes immediately landed on his brother. He wanted to keep being mean, but he couldn't bring himself to be. Mikey looked fragile and defeated. Gerard stepped near the bed and took a seat right next to him.

"I want to apologize."

He put his hand on his brother’s knee.

"Why?"

Mikey still refused to look at Gerard. He kept his head down and turned away.

"Why do you even care how I feel. You with your perfect husband and your flawless children, and what do I have?"

Gerard pulled his hand back from Mikey's knee. He didn't know how to respond to that so he just shrugged and shook his head.

"You have a lot."

Gerard forced himself to speak once the silence started to give him anxiety.

"Yeah, but I want more. I want what you have with Frankie. I want it and I will get it!"

Mikey turned quickly and pounced on Gerard, knocking him on his back. He straddled him to stop him from getting up.

"You stupid little shit! You have no idea do you?! No fucking idea how pathetic and weak you are!"

Mikey slapped Gerard hard.

Gerard gasped in shock and tried to shove Mikey off of him, but Mikey had leverage and powerful fucking thighs.

"What the fuck!"

He screamed at Mikey, trying sitting up.

"See! That's why you'll never have what I have! You're a fucking brat!"

Mikey pushed on his chest and yelled in his face spitting on him.

"Oh yeah? Well what if I told you that I already had what you have huh? What if I told you that I have already had everything that you had, including EVERY ONE OF YOUR FUCKING HUSBANDS!"

Mikey sat back and folded his arms smirking at Gerard waiting for his reaction. He watched Gerard's eyes widened

"You're fucking bullshit, Michael."

He had to be lying. Every one of his husbands? That would include...

”I mean of course I never touched your first one, you fucked that up yourself, and your last one, ugh, let’s not even talk about him. Other than that… Every. Single. One.”

"Frank would never fuck you. He wouldn't fuck you even if you drugged him."

Mikey stood up and Gerard scrambled away from him. His dress was bunched up to his waist exposing himself slightly because of the simple lace panties he was wearing. Gerard backed up away from Mikey.

"Really?"

Mikey sauntered up to Gerard and pressed him against the wall. He ran a finger down his cheek to the end of his chin. He pressed a thigh between his legs and pushed up knowing he was making his brother uncomfortable.

"Tell me something dear brother, where was your faithful husband on the 7th in February? You guys were supposed to go to dinner that night, but that never happened right? Hmmm, oh yes, he was scouting out a new band wasn't he...Or was he with me at my husband's cabin in a hot tub?"

Gerard blinked hard and shook his head.

"No, you're a liar."

He slapped Mikey's hand away from his face. Mikey smirked and pushed his thigh up more, causing the dress to rise more.

"He never came home that night did he? He never called either. No one called you right? It's kind of hard to talk when you are getting the best blow job you ever had, and you have no fucking voice."

Mikey moved away and stood in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips smirking.

"Face it Gee Baby, he is done with you now that he has had me. It is only the beginning of the end of your fairy tale marriage. Told you he was too good for you."

Gerard was in shock. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak... He couldn't even react. He stood there with his dress still rucked up and looked down continuing to shake his head in disbelief.

”No Frankie, no.”



***Time Stamp: Ten Minutes Before***




***Frank***



”You were a little hard on him don’t you think?”

Frank turned around and saw Spencer with a hand on his hip. He gulped down his faux champagne and addressed him.

”Yeah, you’re probably right. I just don’t understand those two.”

”They have a long bad history and honestly, you should not be taking his brother’s side so much. It only makes Gerard feel more worthless than he already does.”

Frank hung his head slightly. His anger had deflated now and he felt bad about ruining his wife’s birthday party.

”I’ll go talk to them.”

”Hey, when I came out of the bathroom, Gerard was headed to his old room.”

”Thanks Gabe, Spencer, keep an eye on the kids for me and punch M. if he goes near them.”

“Will do Frankie.”



Frank left the living room and made his way down the hall. He counted the doors till he was one away from Gerard’s room. The bedrooms were deep away down the hall. It was hard to hear the party from here. What he did hear though stopped him in his tracks.


"He never came home that night did he? He never called either. No one called you right? It's kind of hard to talk when you are getting the best blow job you ever had, and you have no fucking voice."


Frank couldn't believe this. Mikey was telling Gerard about what happened, but wait… He was asleep, right? I mean he said so and… Frank started to get pissed now. He was now kicking himself in the ass for not coming clean to Gerard and now it was back to bite him in the ass in the worst way.


"Face it Gee Baby, he is done with you now that he has had me. It is only the beginning of the end of your fairy tale marriage. Told you he was too good for you."


Frank was charging to the door now. He gripped the handle just as he heard his wife sob out his name.


”No Frankie, no.”


"You fucking little bastard!"

Frank burst into the door and made both men jump. He looked down and saw his wife crumbled on the floor and ran over to him.

"Baby, baby, are you alright?

Gerard had his hands pressed to his face. He was sobbing and his body was shaking aggressively.

"N-No."

Gerard stammered in between sobs.

"H-How could y-you, Frank?"

"Baby, it was not like that. Look I should have said something... and you! You, you fucking lied to me! Asleep my ass, you fucking mouth raped me!"

Mikey smirked.

"Can't rape the willing honey, and you were loving every minute of it."

Frank got up from where he was and stepped to Mikey pushing him against the wall hard. He grabbed his throat and squeezed.

"You must get off on causing people fucking pain don't you?!"

Mikey smirked and pushed back against Frank hard.

"Mmmm maybe. It is kind of fun, but doing it to my brother is the most satisfying."

Gerard wiped his face with both his hands and stood up, quickly.

"You're fucking evil, Mikey, and that's why you're never going to have what Frank and I have."

Frank moved to Gerard and hugged him tightly. He wiped his tears away with his lips gently.

"Mikey so help me, you better stay the fuck away from my family, or I will tell your husband about all the shit you have ever done!"

Mikey looked hard at Frank.

"Fine you can keep you pathetic, coked out wife. I have better things to occupy myself with."

Mikey walked past them and slightly shoved Gerard before leaving the room.

"Baby, baby, come on speak to me. Please, speak to me."

Gerard shook his head slowly and let out a deep sigh.

"What do you want me to say, Frankie?"

"Hit me, yell at me, I don't know. Call me names, something!"

Frank let go of Gerard and began to pace the room.

"I should have told you. I know I should have, but he swore to me that it was an accident, and that he did not even know what was happening! I believed him, but you gotta believe that I was dreaming of you the whole time! That I only saw your face, felt your touch. I did not even remember where I was!"

Gerard shrugged, looking defeated.

"How do you expect me to believe that? Even if that's the case it still happened. He still blew you, Frank."

"I know, I know, and I was wrong for not telling you. I have no excuse other than I thought it would hurt you more."

Frank sat down on the bed and placed his head in his hands.

"Maybe I don't deserve you Gee. I mean I promised that I would not hurt you. I promised that I would be faithful and I broke that."

Gerard nodded stiffly.

"Yeah, you should have told me."

Frank stood up and looked at Gerard.

"I'll leave you to make your decision, and I will respect whatever you choose."

Frank touched Gerard's cheek lightly and then left the room. He made his way back to the party and saw that Stan was standing with Mikey while he made a joke among a group of men. They all smiled and Frank saw one slide a hand up Mikey’s thigh. Stan did not catch this because he was distracted in conversation. Mikey looked at Frank and lifted his drink. Frank wanted to punch his lights out, but instead he kept walking. He heard his name being called, but he ignored it. Instead of getting Louis, he walked to the road and hailed a cab. He went home, not knowing what would happen after this moment, but Frank knew one thing. For the first time ever in his life, he was truly scared.



***Gerard***



When Frank left he didn't just leave the room. He left the entire House. Gerard wasn't upset. He was sort of happy. He didn't want to look his husband in the face as he tried to make up his mind about what he was going to do. It would do him no good. He was still in shock. Questions and decisions floated around his mind. Leave or stay? Stay upset or forgive? He was so fucking stressed. Gerard had left the bedroom some minutes ago and was now wandering the house, wracking his brain and trying to come up with the perfect solution to his fucked up situation. He was in tears by the time he entered the backyard. His mascara was now coating his cheeks and his eyeliner was no longer resting on his waterline. He probably looked like a teenage girl who was dumped on prom night. Gerard took a seat on the flower covered swing that was erected for pictures of him and party goers, and palmed his eyes. He was crying again. Stuck with images of his brother with his husband invading his mind. He was mentally ripping himself apart, telling himself he deserved to be cheated on, he's not enough and he's not worth it. Gerard was so busy with his self-destruction that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching him.

"Hey Gee? Gerard? Hey, what's going on? I just saw Frank leave and..."

Pete stopped. Gerard was shaking at the mention of his husband. He never thought that would happen. Pete walked around and knelt down in the grass in front of the swing.

"Talk to me Gee, please."

Gerard shook his head just as a choked sob left his mouth. He whimpered, trembling.

"L-Leave me alone..."

Pete carefully placed a hand on Gerard's knee as if the slightest touch would cause him to shatter.

"Gerard come on, this will do you no good. You need to talk to someone about your problems. If I knew where Spencer was, I would have him here too, but you have me. You know that it would not have mattered to me if you never slept with me. I am still your friend first."

Pete took a chance and pulled Gerard towards him. He wrapped his arms around him and held him, waiting for any kind of reaction. Gerard crumpled into Pete's embrace, pressed his face against the man’s chest, and sobbed even harder. He felt bad for staining Pete's expensive, nice smelling suit but he just needed this gesture. He needed it not just because of what happened between him and Frank, but for all his other failed marriages.

"P-Pete... I can't do it again... M's gonna let me rot. He's gonna fucking destroy me."

He cried, wrapping his arms around Pete's shoulders loosely. He had no strength left

"Whoa whoa, easy babe, do what? What are you talking about? M.? What does he have to do with this? I swear if he hurt you, I will personally skin his cock like a fucking banana!"

Pete was beginning to shake with anger. He was getting the wrong idea, but it was nice to know that he cared that much about Gerard.

"You know that Frankie would never let anything happen to you. He loves you so much that he would fucking die for you. Both Spencer and I feel the same too. You have to know that right Gee?"

Gerard shook his head against Pete's chest.

"No... No. Frank... He..."

He trailed off and released another choked sob.

"F-Frank cheated o-on me."

"What!? What the fuck!? I will kill him! Fuck that, I will kill them both! How dare he?!"

Gerard pushed himself off of Pete's chest, gently, and sniffed.

"Frank and Mikey went to Stan's cabin together and while Frank was asleep Mikey blew him."

He spoke while wiping the corners of his eyes with the tip of his middle finger.

"He didn't even tell me, Pete. He kept it a secret."

His tears were clearing up. Now he was feeling angry, betrayed and so fucking stupid. Pete looked at Gerard while processing everything. He could see the wheels turning slowly, and a redness started to take over his face.

"I can't fucking believe it! What the fuck was he thinking? Wait are you one hundred percent sure that he was asleep? I mean I don't want to think something like that could happen, but..."

"I'm not sure. That's why I'm scared. What if he's lying?"



***Pete***



Pete looked at the broken creature in his lap. It made him even angrier. He remembered the bliss of being able to be with Gerard in the most intimate way, and knowing what a privilege that was. I mean he felt like he was lucky thrice in his life. First to have an amazing friend, well not anymore, like Frank. Second to have such a wonderful understanding wife like Spencer, and finally to be able to be in this man's life who was clinging to him. It may have been wrong to think about that time in the secret room, and then again when the four of them went away to their lake cabin. What an amazing weekend that was. Pete's cock twitched involuntarily at the thought of what they did that night. Wait... night, that night... that, holy shit!

"Gee Gee, look at me, I know what happened! I know that Frank was telling the truth!"

Gerard blinked up at him with a questioning glint in his eyes.

"Huh? How do you know that?"

Pete sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Alright, it was really stupid, but Frank has been talking to Mikey about this since November. He wanted to do something amazing for you for Valentine’s Day. When Mikey and him got close after the incident at your house, Mikey told Frank about the cabin and how it is a perfect place for a romantic getaway. They spent the next two months planning everything out. On that day, Frank was going up with Mikey to take a look and make sure everything was alright. I was the only one that knew about the real reason, but was to field any questions that you or Spencer had. Frank assured me that he would be done in time for him to take you to dinner that night, but I bet you Mikey knew about the bad weather and did not tell Frank. What else happened up there, I cannot say honestly, but I do know that you were the real reason he was up there."

Gerard pushed away from Pete so that he could look him in the eyes.

"Are you serious? Oh my god! If I knew that before I wouldn't have freaked out as much!"

Now Gerard was upset, but for a different reason it seemed.

”Yeah well that still does not excuse him from not telling you what happened, but I can kind of see how he felt about it. I am betting that you never went to the cabin after that. He probably felt like it was wrong after what happened."

"What was wrong?"

Pete and Gerard looked up to see Spencer walking up to them.

"Hey guys, is everything alright? Gee baby, why are you crying?"

Gerard sighed and lowered his gaze to the floor.

"Pete, can you explain? I don't wanna keep saying it."

Pete lifted Gerard up and seated them both on the swing with Gerard carefully in his lap. Spencer sat next to them and placed Gerard's legs across his lap. Gerard snuggled into Pete's chest as he listened to him tell Spencer everything that was upsetting Gerard. When he finished, Spencer had a puzzled look on his face.

"So I get the misunderstanding and all, but how did you find out Gee? I mean did he just tell you after so long?"

"Mikey told me. That was my birthday present from him. He's been trying to get in Frank’s pants since he first laid his eyes on him. Can't really say I blame him."

Gerard forced himself to laugh.

"Well no offense to him, but Stan is no real prize. Although I would not be surprised if Mikey was fucking Brendon anyway, and the way Howard is always looking at him... But then again Howard comes on to anyone with a pulse."

Pete could see that Gerard was grateful that he was trying to lighten the mood.

"My guess is that Frank did not fall for Mikey's scheme willingly so Mikey set him up, and Frank was too busy feeling like shit about it to really realize what happened."

Spencer's words had real wisdom behind them. Pete was proud of his wife right then.

"You know what I think? I think we all need to go away again."

Spencer rolled his eyes and hit him in the leg slightly.

"You would think that at a time like this Petey."

"No, I am serious! I bet that Frank could use the time away and give time for a drama to go away before Mikey plans his next move so we can crush it."

"I agree."

Gerard nodded numbly to Pete's suggestion.

"But running away is not going to make Mikey go away! Gee baby, you know I am right, talk some sense into this idiot here with the rose tinted glasses."

"What else can I do, Spence? He already practically ruined my marriage."

Spencer looked at Gerard and grabbed his hand.

"Has he really Gee? Honestly, I am not going to say that a blow job without permission is not cheating, but are you going to let that kind of petty excuse cost you your happiness? You know what I bet Frank is doing right now? I bet he is readying himself to be dumped. He is ready to accept whatever kind of consequence that you give him. If you forgive him, he will spend the rest of his life making it up to you. If you don't he will spend the rest of his life alone punishing himself for his stupid mistake. That is the kind of guy he is."

"I love him so much, I don't think I'd be able to leave him even if I wanted to."

Gerard looked at Spencer and Pete knew that Gerard realized the answer. Pete took Gerard’s other hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it lightly. He rubbed his wedding rings together.

"Oh I think you are stronger than you think Gee and if you really wanted to leave Frank you would. You would do so and not look back, but that time is not now. Now as much as I love having you on my lap all snug and warm and causing me to think dirty thoughts about you and get me hard, you need to get home and talk with your man and remind him why you are such an amazing catch."

Pete pushed Gerard off his lap carefully and lightly swatted his ass.

"Get going Mrs. Iero. You have a broken heart to save."

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***Frank & Gerard***



The water was scalding hot. He wanted it that way. He wanted to purify his body as much as he could. His marriage was in ruin because he trusted his brother in law. He was a fool, and now he would pay for it. Frank had never wanted a drink so badly in his life. He knew the bar was fully stocked for clients who came to the house. He could have easily grabbed a bottle of Jack and Kody’s Lexapro supply. It would have been so easy rather than listen to his wife tell him he was leaving. So easy, but Frank has never been about easy. He had to nearly die to stop all the destructive behavior in his life. Now he had to face the music, just like back then. The water was now losing its heat, and Frank knew it was time to get out. He wondered how long he had to wait before his life was ruined once more. Frank turned the water off and stepped out. He wrapped a towel around his waist and looked at himself in the steam covered mirror. He wiped his hand through the fog, and stared at his face.

”You just ruined the best thing you ever had Iero. Congratulations.”

Frank opened the door and along with the steam, and walked out.

When Louis pulled up to the front of the house Gerard started to feel a little nervous. He knew he and Frank had to have a talk and that sort of thing always scared him. It's not like he had bad news though, but maybe Frank had done some thinking himself and maybe he didn't want to be with him anymore. Gerard got out of the car with Louis's help and started for the front door. He unlocked it and stepped in, slowly and quietly. He went upstairs quickly and entered his and Frank’s bedroom. He sat down on the bed and started to take his heels off. Today was a long day and he really needed a drink and a bath to unwind. He groaned loudly when he got both heels off. That's when Frank emerged from the bathroom, soaking wet, with his towel wrapped around his waist. His skin was tinted red and Gerard knew that he had been standing under the super hot water that they had. Another form of punishment that Frank subjected himself to.

"Oh... hey, you're back. Um... so, I will just..."

Frank grabbed his pajama pants and headed back into the bathroom to change.

"Frank, I'm ready to talk."

Frank stopped himself from closing the door and stood there holding his pants with one hand and towel with the other.

"Okay Gerard, I'm ready to listen to whatever you have to tell me.”

Frank sat down on the edge of the bed and turned towards his wife. Gerard looked Frank in his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I believe you, Frank, and I understand why you didn't tell me even though you should have... I know you didn't want to hurt me and I know Mikey took advantage of you just to break us up."

Frank was surprised. That was not what he expected. Not at all.

"Do you really believe that I never meant to do anything to hurt you? That I feel more than guilty for hurting you, especially in this way. I should not have been a coward. I should have told you the truth and taken whatever consequences you chose for me. I love you so much Gerard, I think that I would die without you."

Frank sat there after speaking with tears freely falling from his eyes. He knew that he fucked up badly. He was grateful for anything that Gerard was going to give him now.

"Frank..."

Gerard cooed, grabbing his husband’s hand.

"I know you would never intentionally hurt me. It's not your fault. I know how Mikey is.”

"Yeah, but I did not want to be like all your other husbands. I wanted to be different, I wanted to show you that I cherished you and worshiped you above any other man and I failed."

Gerard shook his head smiling.

"No, you haven't, you'll never be my other husbands. You're too perfect. You're too kind, sweet, caring, and you know me. You got to know me as a human being, not just a housewife."

"Baby, you are the perfect one for forgiving me."

Frank reached out and caressed his cheek like he did before he left the room earlier. He wanted to pull Gerard to him. He wanted to kiss him and hold him, but he felt so unworthy that he did not have the right to make the first move. Gerard smiled and pressed himself against his husband. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and kissed him hard.

"I love you Frankie."

Frank's tears ran even more and he pulled his wife into his lap and squeezed him, circling his waist. He kissed Gerard with all the passion that he could ever want to show him. Frank never wanted to let this man go.

”I love you too Gee.”



***Time Stamp: Wednesday, September 7th***




***Frank***


Frank fixed his tie and put his coat on. He was waiting for Gerard at the bottom of the stairs. Tonight he gave Louis the night off. He was going to drive them to their surprise destination.

"Baby, you almost ready?"

He held his hands behind his back concealing the gift from his wife.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

Gerard started to make his way down the steps, daintily, smiling as Frank watched his every move.

"You're making me nervous."

Gerard giggled, stepping down the last step.

"You look amazing in that dress baby, but I think you are missing something."




Frank pulls a box out from behind his back, and opens it for Gerard.

Inside was an emerald and diamond necklace and ring.



Gerard gawked at the jewelry and then looked up at Frank.

"Frank, these are amazing. Can I wear them now?"

"Absolutely baby."

Gerard turned around, and Frank draped the necklace over the curve of his neck to hook the clasp. Then Gerard turned again and Frank slipped the ring on his finger. He kissed his hand lightly.

"Ready to go love?"

"Ready."

Frank offered his arm to Gerard and he slipped his hand into it. Frank walked Gerard to the door where Charles handed him his coat and then Gerard’s. He helped Gerard slip his on before donning his own.

"Have a good night Sir."

"Thank you Charles, we will."

Charles held the door as they passed through. Frank walked Gerard to the car and opened the door for him. Gerard slipped in careful to lift the train on his dress. Frank closed the door, walked around the car, and slipped in himself. He started the car and waited for Gerard to put his belt on.

"Here we go baby."

Gerard placed hand on Frank’s thigh and squeezed it lightly.

"I'm so excited."

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Frank drove them to the Gallery. It was well after the place was closed so he knew that Gerard would wonder why they were there. He opened the car door and helped Gerard out of the car. Gerard looked around and then turned to Frank with a confused look on his face.

"What're we doing here?"

"You will soon see baby."

Frank kissed the top of Gerard's neck near his shoulder lightly.

”I have a treat in store for you."

Gerard smiled, Frank could tell he was intrigued.

"Hmm... okay then. I can't wait to find out."

Frank smiled back, and walked up to the door. He produced the keys that Stan gave to him. He unlocked the door and waited until Gerard crossed the threshold before he closed the door and turned off the lights. The twinkling lights on the ceiling made it look like the stars were inside the building.

"Only for you would I make the stars shine baby."

Gerard giggled, looking up at the ceiling.

"You, my love, are such a romantic mess."

"And you love me for it and you know it."

Frank laughed when Gerard nodded at that. He led him past the paintings, deeper into the gallery. When he got close to the room he stood behind Gerard and covered his eyes with his hands.

"No peeking baby."

"I'm not..."

Frank walked Gerard forward carefully so that he did not fall. He let his wife take one more step forward and then hit the lights. The room sparkled with more twinkling lights from cascading silk on the ceiling and they caused his jewelry to sparkle even more. In the middle of the room was a simple table covered with an elegant service for two. A canister was on the side of the table with sparkling non-alcoholic strawberry champagne.

"Surprise baby. Happy Anniversary."

Gerard gasped, taking in the detail of the room. He allowed his eyes to skim over it all before he decided to turn around to face his husband with a massive grin on his face.

"Are you serious? Frank, this is..."

Gerard trailed off, turning back around to face the room and took a step forward. Frank stepped in front of him and walked over to the table. He picked up the bottle of champagne and popped the cork off. After catching the bubbles, he poured it into two glasses and handed one to Gerard.

"Baby, I love you so much and after everything we went through this year, the ups and downs, and I am grateful for it all and I am so grateful for you."

He clinked glasses with Gerard and after taking a sip he put his glass down and pulled out the chair to seat him. Gerard sat down, carefully, still holding his drink to his lips. He smiled when he set his drink down on the table and fluttered his lashes in Frank's direction.

"I love you too, Frankie, so much and I'm looking forward to our future together."

He spoke with a growing smile.

Frank smiled back and sat down in his own seat. He then lifted the dome in the middle of the table and there was a tray of sushi on a block of ice carved like a dragon, a small seaweed salad, and a few pieces of sashimi. Frank picked up his chopsticks and then waited for Gerard to pick up his. They both began to eat. Gerard snuck a few glances at Frank and giggled.

"You're the cutest. You hold your chopsticks so uniquely."

Frank smirked and continued to eat. They fed each other a few pieces here and there and Gerard caught Frank's fingers in his mouth more than once. His tongue swirled around catching every bit of rice possible. This made Frank groan and smile at the same time.When dinner was over Frank excused himself and walked to the table near the picture window. He brought over a small domed tray and placed it in front of Gerard. He lifted off the cover and in front of Gerard was a perfect strawberry tart.

"For you my love. I only wish that it was as perfect as you and tasted just as good."

Frank leaned over and kissed Gerard, lightly pushing him against the back of the chair. He licked the bottom of his lip and Gerard parted his own to let Frank slide his tongue in. Gerard pressed his hands gently into Frank's hair and allowed Frank to dominate the kiss. He moaned against his husband’s mouth, and when they parted Gerard blinked at him, and Frank smirked.

"Not so fast baby, finish your dessert first, and then you will get your real surprise."

Frank moved away, but instead of going to sit down at the table across from Gerard he left the room. He walked into the adjacent room and checked his black bag. He pulled out the strap and lay it down on the desk. He then made sure that the fire was well tended to so that the lights would dance over Gerard's body. He smiled as the silver of the rings glinted with orange and yellow. He returned to the room to see Gerard popping the last of the tart into his mouth.

"Ready for your next surprise?"

Gerard smirked at his husband, getting up from his seat. He reached out for Frank’s crooked tie and centered it with delicate fingers. He was not able to hide the excitement in his voice.

"Ready."

Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out a silk eye mask. He gently placed it over Gerard's eyes.

"No peeking again my love."

Frank went behind Gerard and pulled the cuffs out of his back pocket. He brought Gerard's hands gently behind him and placed the velvet lined cuffs onto his wrists just tight enough for him to know they were there.

"Now, you are going to listen to everything that I say. You are not going to speak unless I tell you to, and you will be punished for breaking these two rules. Do I make myself clear?"

Gerard nodded, suppressing the massive groan trying to escape his lips. Frank was pleased by his reaction, even though he could not hear it.

"Good girl, you are learning already."

Frank ran a hand up the side of Gerard's dress. It was long, flowy, with an open back, perfect for his plans. He ran his tongue up the exposed skin and felt Gerard shiver.

"Now walk forward till I tell you to stop."

Gerard obeyed and did so until they got to the doorway. Frank reminded Gerard to step up a little over the small threshold. He then led him to the adjacent room. He walked him in, and stopped him when they got in front of the fireplace. He released the clasp between the two cuffs. He brought one hand to the mantle on the fireplace.

"Now place the other hand on the other side, and stay there."

Frank left Gerard, and walked to the table. He picked up the strap and smiled at it then walked back over to his wife.

"Answer me Gee, are you ready to continue?"

"Yes, Frankie."

Frank smiled. He would never continue without Gerard's permission. That is not the kind of marriage they had. Frank walked behind Gerard and opened up the button at the top of the dress. He pushed the sleeves down to his wrists. He slipped the velvet lined collar around Gerard's neck and then ran the strap down his back making sure it was straight.



"Now bring your hands back to me again."

Gerard did as he was told and Frank hooked each cuff to the bottom ring and then clasped them together. He walked around to the front of Gerard and saw the top half of his chest exposed, but he wanted to see more. He made Gerard jump when he heard a small *shink* from the pocket knife he opened up. Frank reached up and slip it down Gerard's chest.

"I will buy you a new one."

In one motion he cut the front of the dress away so that it fell to the sides. He could see Gerard's excitement as his skin beaded up with sweat from the heat of the fire and his cock was pushing the front of the sheer dress out. Frank reached down and caressed it.

"Let me hear you baby, let me hear you moan for me."


***Gerard***


Gerard's voice was caught in his throat. He was excited and nervous at the same time. He couldn't contain himself. He hung his head forward and released a low pitched moan, pressing his hips forward into Frank’s touch. He was unbelievably turned on, and in that moment he realized this is exactly what turned him on the most. His husband completely in control, leaving him powerless… It's why he agreed to be a housewife in the first place. He loved being dominated.

"That's it, good girl."

Frank helped Gerard walk to the sofa.

"Oh your knees pretty girl."

Gerard awkwardly climbed onto the sofa and pressed his chest to the back. Frank lifted up the back of his dress Gerard knew he was taking a moment to admire his perfect ass. It was surrounded by the garter belt and stockings that had become a favorite or Frank's since New Years. He was wearing no underwear this time though.

"Fucking perfect."

Gerard smiled from ear to ear and giggled. He wiggled his ass a bit teasingly

"Like what you see?"

A loud smack resonated in the room shattering the quiet. Gerard cried out and it sounded so sweet.

"Did I not tell you to speak unless you were told? Now I have to punish you. Count off for me."

Frank began a rhythmic spanking, alternating on each cheek. Gerard hissed out in pain. He counted all the way up to ten and then Frank stopped. Gerard was a sweating, trembling mess now. He wanted more.

"Is that all?"

He choked out his words and braced himself for more spanking.

"Why do you want more? Do you like being punished?"



***Gerard & Frank***



Frank caressed the warm red flesh. He could feel the excitement in the way Gerard moved under his touch. He was hard now, not that he was not before, but now you could probably break concrete with his cock. He pushed it against his wife's bare ass.

"Do you want more, or do you want this?"

Gerard whimpered, nodding his head as best he could with the neck restraint

"I want... I want both."

He spoke breathless, pressing his ass back against his husband’s bulge.

"Well, I like to think of myself as a multi-tasker so your wish will be granted."

Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out the small bottle of lube. He squirted some on his fingers and pushed them between Gerard's cheeks, playing with his opening lightly. He felt Gerard rock back against them. Frank then pushed in and began to aim for his prostate.

"How's that baby, you like that? Does it feel good?"

"S-So good..."

Gerard continued to whine breathlessly. He wanted more than Frank’s fingers. He wanted to be filled and fucked.

"Frank, c'mon... c'mon."

Gerard begged as Frank worked his slick fingers against his spot.

"Love to hear you beg baby."

Frank wiggled his fingers more as Gerard moaned, and begged more. With his other hand he opened his own pants and pushed them down to his thighs. He moved onto the sofa behind his wife, and pulled his fingers out. He gripped his hips and slowly pushed into the heat.

"God baby, you feel so fucking good!"

Gerard was so lost in his own head that he hadn't paid attention to what Frank was saying. He was in pure bliss, arching his back and pushing his ass up to take Frank deeper. He wasn't going to last, but he really wanted to. He wanted it to last forever.

”More, please more.”

Frank was too close already. The teasing and listening to the sounds coming from Gerard's mouth were too much for him. He wanted to make Gerard cum without touching him. He angled at his prostate and increased his speed. He was determined to cum at the same time. Frank reached up and grabbed two of the rings and pulled Gerard back against his chest. He felt Gerard scrambling to grab at him with his captured hands. It felt good to feel him sliding his fingers and nails along his stomach. At one point he reached lower and brushed against his shaft as it moved out of his ass. That was pretty much it for Frank. He thrusted directly on Gerard's prostate a few more times and heard Gerard cry out as he shook and came. At the same time Frank felt his body let go of his cum and fill his wife up.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

Gerard was nearly sobbing by the time his orgasm washed over him. He felt like he was going to black out from the pleasure. He managed not to. Thank goodness, for Frank’s sake.

"Holy... Shit."

Gerard panted, slumping forward. Frank undid the cuffs and removed the eye mask then wrapped his arms around Gerard, pulling him off the back of the sofa. He cradled him in his arms and kissed him softly.

"You alright baby?"

Gerard kissed him back.

"Never better."

He smiled adoringly at his husband.

"Happy Anniversary Gerard Iero"

"Happy Anniversary to you too, Frank Iero."

Frank hugged Gerard tightly. He continued to kiss him gently as his body relaxed in his arms until he was almost asleep. He kissed his head and settled in for the evening. Frank knew that Stan would understand that they slept there. As he drifted off he thought about everything that happened to him in the past year. Finding this amazing man in the most unlikely place. Meeting each other's families. Helping him get clean. Handling Frank's sudden outbursts. Even his fucked up brother. All this just made them stronger. He knew that he never wanted to let this man go. If he did he would regret it for the rest of his miserable life. Frank kissed the top of his head again and fell into a content slumber.

Notes

Hello everyone! ***Digdeepenough*** and I cannot believe the turn out for the last chapter! Yeah, we were insane to do one that long, but we really had our reasons. So this chapter marks the start of the time hopping. After this one, we will be start jumping years in order to fit in the timeframe that we want in the marriage. Besides, you really didn't want to know everything that the boys do all the time right? I mean that would be way too much sex and you don't want that right? I can hear you screaming from here. ^0^

No seriously, it will make sense soon. ^-^

So this chapter dealt with two very important dates. Gerard's birthday and Frank and Gerard's one year anniversary. There was ups and down, gasps and groans, tears of sorrow and joy. ***Digdeepenough*** and I worked very hard to get the scenes and emotions to be believable so we hope that you enjoy it. ^-^

P.S.~ We all know when Gerard's birthday is so no freaking out that we got the date wrong. The 9th fell on a weekday in our calender so naturally one would wait till a Saturday. ^0^
There is also a little throw back to Bondage Mansion in here. Can anyone find it? ^-^

Oh and can anyone guess the song that Frank is singing to Gerard? Besides being famous itself, it has been used in several movies, including one that has an original and a remake. I will give you two hints. The original had Humphrey Bogart in it and the remake Harrison Ford. Good luck, this maybe hard for some of you, but the reward is a fic with a ship of your own choice...but please no ladies. I just can't write het. Too many squishy words. @~@