House Wife

***Frank***

Frank had just dropped Gerard off at one of the best hotels in the city. He often took clients there so he was well known and Gerard seemed impressed by how everyone was falling all over him and offering him things.

”Yes Mr. Iero. Right away Mr. Iero. Of course Mr. Iero.”

Frank very rarely heard no on anything he requested. Then again he was not the type to request ridiculous things nor would he let his clients act in that manner either. Frank was a true entrepreneur and he knew that the key was to be almost as accommodating as the people waiting on you. Gerard and he dined for lunch in the hotel restaurant and of course they had Frank’s favorite waiter. What amused Frank the most though was that the waiter could not take his eyes off of Gerard. Gerard did nothing to encourage the waiter’s interest. On the contrary, he was very quiet and ate daintily. Even though Frank was a vegetarian, he told Gerard that he did not hold it against others for what they ate.

”It’s really a personal preference and not something that should be forced on others without being properly educated as to why it would be good for them. I never tell my kids that they just can’t do something. I want to know why they want to do it, and that they understand what it entails along with the positive and negative aspects of it and…listen to me, I sound like such a parent!”

Frank noticed that Gerard was listening though, he actually seemed to care what Frank was saying. He hoped that part was genuine. Gerard had been with so many husbands that he was sure that he had learned to adapt to what they liked. He may have even lost his ability to have his own opinions. Either way, Frank saw that he was pleased when the waiter came over and he was able to order the Cobb salad with chicken in it. After lunch they sat and made small talk, but not about any of Gerard’s ex’s. Frank wanted to hear about Gerard before that part of his life. He found out that Gerard liked to paint and that he wanted to go to college to pursue an art degree.

”You know it is still possible right?”

Gerard looked at Frank blinking.

”I mean after we are married I could help you get into a local college for now so you can pad your grades and then we can see about transferring to another school…if you want to that is.”

Frank watched Gerard’s face light up. He had the feeling that none of Gerard’s other husbands wanted him to even leave the house. Oh well, if he wanted to learn about them more he could always read about them in his file. His seller told him he would get all the paper work when they came to the house to discuss the wedding arrangements.

Frank snapped out of his thoughts as he arrived at his building. He always loved the sound of that, ‘his building’. No one in Frank’s high school ever thought he would amount to anything, let alone a music mogul in the Ska industry. Not surprisingly since his roots were in punk, but then again Frank use to say that ska was punk music with horns. Pete would call it horny music to get a rise out of Frank. It usually worked too. Pete was one of the only people that knew that Frank was going to do something big with his life. As Frank made his way to his office he smiled at the receptionist and had quick conversations with some of the other managers. He grabbed a cup of coffee before making his way in and shutting the door. He flopped into his super comfy pleather chair and pushed a few buttons.

”Dial Wentz.”

Frank spoke out loud and the automated computer voice answered back.

”Now dialing Peter Wentz, home number.”

”No, mobile”

”Now dialing Peter Wentz, mobile number.”

Frank sat back and put his wireless headphones on. He listened to the ringing on the other end and then Spencer’s voice rang through.

”Wentz residence, Spencer speaking.”

”Spencer, it’s Frank, is Pete there?”

”Hey Frank, sure, just a moment, I think he is in the shower, oh wait no I hear him, hold on.”

Frank listened as Spencer called to Pete. He also heard Pete making a comment about him being wet and ready and then he heard Spencer moan. He chuckled at this. Pete was such a horn dog. Finally he heard Spencer tell Pete that he was on the phone. A telltale smack was heard accompanying a yelp and a giggle and then Pete’s voice was heard.

”You wait Spence, next time it won’t be your ass I grab. Hey Frankie, what’s the good word?”

”Did I interrupt something?”

”Nah, I can get some later. So what’s up?”

”Guess who’s getting married?”

”No shit! You found one? Awesome! Which one did you go for? How many interviews did you have? I did like seven till I found Spencer.”

”Just one man, he was like perfect you know? I mean every qualification including the kids part!”

”Wow, you lucky son of a bitch! So who did you pick?”

”Gerard Way.”

There was silence on the other end and Frank thought he got disconnected.

”Hello, hello? Pete are you still there?”

There was now heavy breathing on the other line and Pete spoke softly.

”Did you say Gerard Way?”

"Yeah, I did, so what?”

”I thought he was married?”

”Apparently it did not work out, the guy was beating him up and raping him. It sounded pretty bad and…hey, how do you know who he is? Did you interview him too?”

”No man, but he is like legend at Housewives. He has been returned more times than anyone else.”

”Well maybe he just hasn’t found the right husband yet?”

”Or maybe there is something wrong with him.”

”You know what Pete, fuck you! I called to tell you my good news and if you’re just gonna shit in my cheerios then you can fuck off!”

Frank ended the call without another word. He was fuming. How could Pete say something like that about a person as sweet as Gerard. It is obvious that no one really understood him and that was why he was available when Frank came calling to the site. Maybe it was fate, if Frank believed in that bullshit. The automated voice announced that he had a call from Peter Wentz. Frank thought of not answering it, but fuck, he decided he was not done giving him a piece of his mind. He clicked on the headphones again.

”You know I thought you were better than those assholes from school that use to spread and believe gossip Pete! What the fuck happened to that Pete? The one that…”

”Is it true?”

Frank stopped his rant when he realized that it was not Pete, but Spencer on the phone.

”Is it true that Gerard was available for you to interview?”

”Yeah Spencer, it’s true.”

”Are you going to marry him?”

”Yeah Spencer, yeah I am.”

”Good, I hope you treat him better than those other assholes did, especially that last one.”

”You know about his last husband?”

”Frank, Gerard is my best friend out of all the wives there. I never understood why his husbands treated him like that. He deserves better than that piece of shit Bert who hurt him. He deserves you.”

”Did he tell you what Bert did to him?”

”Gerard would call me every night after Bert would pass out in a drunken stupor. He would cry to me on the phone that he did everything the guy asked him and that he still hit him. They had no real contract, no safe word, hell I am not even sure if Bert had the right qualifications to be a husband. I think he just had the money. Gerard thought he was running drugs as well as using them.”

Frank stiffened at this thought. It was one of the things that really made him angry. Now knowing more of what Gerard went through made him want to rescue the man even more. To show him that life can be better.

”Spencer, I know I still have to discuss this with Gerard, but I am going to throw him an amazing wedding and well I know it is his choice, but I really think you should be the maid of honor.”

”Really? You mean it? Oh you are going to make Gee so happy! He never had a nice wedding like I had. His husbands were too cheap or did not care about the formalities, they just wanted to fuck him…excuse my bluntness”

”Spencer, you cleaned my dick off after I fucked your husband, I think we are way passed apologies for being blunt.”

Frank heard Spencer giggle and he was pretty sure he was blushing too.

”Right, of course. So where is Gerard now? He is not still at the House is he?”

”No no, I put him up at the Wendford Hotel until the wedding.”

”Fuck, that place is nice! I mean I have only seen it on the outside, but I assume it is just as nice inside there too.”

”It is Spencer, and Gerard was impressed with it too. Let me give you his number and you two can talk and gossip about everything and the wedding. Oh and Spencer, tell him whatever he wants okay?”

”Yeah Frankie, I’ll tell him. Uh…do you want to talk to Pete again?”

”Nah, I’ll wait till he gets his head out of his ass and talk to him at the wedding.”

”Okay Frankie, and thanks again.”

”No problem Spencer.”

Frank rattled off the number for Spencer and then terminated the call. He still had a few more calls to make about this including his family, but before that he had one more very important call to make.

”Dial Toro.”

”Now dialing Raymond Toro, home number.”

***Gerard***

As Gerard searched his suite for his bath supplies the room phone started to ring. He dashed for it, since it was probably Frank, and answered with a peppy 'hello'.

"Gerard! It's Spencer!" The voice he hadn't expected to hear chirped back.

"Spence?! Oh my god, hey! How are you? How'd you get my number?"

Gerard was excited, but also a bit confused.

He hadn't heard from his best friend in 3 months. And the last time they spoke it wasn't a very pleasant conversation. Gerard was crying and telling Spencer how awful Bert was and how he'd rather be dead than be Bert's bitch for more than a year.

"Your fiancé knows my husband. Small world isn't it? I've been good... great actually. Better than ever. I bet you're glad to be out of Bert's clutches."

Gerard cringed at his ex-husband's name.

"How've you been?"

"Y-yeah... small world."

Gerard spoke while curling the phone cord with his index finger.

"I've been great too... Frank's been amazing. Already better than my ex-husband."

"Well, that's good to hear. He made me your maid of honor... which is very sweet of him."

"Oh! Seriously? How long did you two talk?"

Gerard took a seat on the bed.

"Not long at all... I told him we were good friends and he got kind of happy... I guess. He seems like he wants you to be as comfortable as you can be. He's a sweetheart. You're very lucky to have him, Gee."

Spencer’s tone was relaxed and in awe.

Gerard smiled and giggled under his breath.

"Yeah. I am."

***Frank***

”So what do think?”

”I think this may be one of the most hair brained schemes that you have ever come up with, but if it makes you happy, man go for it.”

This is what Frank loves about his best friend. He and Ray were grabbing a cup of coffee before Frank went to go see Gerard for dinner. As soon as he told Ray the news, Ray insisted on meeting up.

”I just wanted to make sure someone didn’t slip you something.”

Ray chuckled when he said this. Frank told Ray everything. They kept no secrets. Ray had been his best man when he married that witch and had sat by him in court when the divorce proceedings had gone through. He was also the Godfather of both his children. The only thing that would have made Ray more perfect was if he was gay, but that was too much to ask for. Besides, Frank loved Christa. She made the best eggplant Parmesan he had ever eaten in his life. He kept telling Ray that he was going to steal her away to be his cook and without even blinking Christa agreed as long as she still had visiting rights to Ray’s cock. Ray sputtered and spit his water everywhere and Frank cracked up so hard that his chair gave into the lean and he ended up on his back. The whole time Christa just smiled and drank her cosmo. So now Ray sat there with Frank, listening to him tell all about Pete and the encounter with Spencer. How he checked out the website and how Gerard was so perfect for him.

”So you would like own the guy right?”

”Yeah, but you know me, that would not matter. You know, he wants to go to school for art. I can get behind a guy who wants to further his education.”

”Yeah, I bet you can.”

Frank reached over and punched Ray in the arm, but he was laughing too. How could he help but notice Gerard’s perfect ass when they were walking to the elevator earlier. It was hypnotizing.

”Oi, earth to Frank, stop thinking about Gerard’s ass and focus.”

”How did you know I was thinking about it?”

”You got this look on your face and you keep trying to imagine it on that poor guy over there.”

Frank flushed and then laughed because Ray always knew what he was thinking.

”So are you gonna tell Greta?”

”I don’t have to now that the divorce is final for six months.”

”So what’s your cover story going to be about how you met?”

”I don’t know yet, I’m gonna go talk with Gerard about it over dinner tonight along with where he wants to honeymoon.”

”You really fell hard for him didn’t you?”

”There is just something about him that makes me want to be his prince charming and rescue him from the tower or some shit like that.”

”Very romantic Frank…except for the some shit part.”

”Frank laughed again and then got quiet. He looked at Ray and Ray knew it was time to be serious.”

”So Ray, you gonna be my best man again?”

”Like you even had to ask man. You know I will always be there for you. I will even be there when you tell the kids if you want.”

”Yeah, that’s gonna be a fun ride.”

”All right man, well you email me the details and hey, you get to have another bachelor party if you want.”

”You mean you me and Pete playing fucking video games and listening to music.”

”Whatever man.”

Both men stood and hugged. Frank always felt safe when Ray was around. Ray ruffled his hair and Frank laughed, only Ray could get away with that shit and not get punched.

”Oh Frank?”

As they parted ways, Ray called back to Frank. Frank turned around.

”Yeah Ray?”

”What are you gonna tell Gerard about your little quirks?”

”What quirks?”

***Gerard***

Gerard was having fun. It had been so long since he was able to sit back and just talk to his best friend. Gerard was lying on the bed giggling like a school girl with his legs up in the air scissoring back and forth. It was almost as awesome as a slumber party. This made Gerard smirk and he had an evil idea to embarrass his best friend.

”Sooo Spence, how’s the sex life?”

Gerard could almost hear Spencer blushing on the other end. Spencer loved sex, God knows that he and Gerard spent hours jerking off together, and on rare occasions blowing each other before Spencer married Pete, but he hated talking about it.

”Oh it’s good.”

”Nothing interesting or new happened?”

”Um…well…I watched your fiancé and my husband fuck on the sofa.”

Gerard had rolled over near the edge while he was talking to Spencer and now he almost rolled off the bed. He caught himself and sputtered into the phone.

”Wait, what!? When?!”

”Um…right after he learned about the site. I knew that was why he was coming over anyway. Pete and I had discussed it the night before after we fooled around with Ryan.”

”Ugh, Spence you have like the best sex. All I ever get is horny old guys into vanilla sex.”

Gerard heard Spencer giggle on the other side. It was not a new conversation with Gerard. All Gerard ever wanted was to be pounded into the mattress without having to get pounded first. If Bert did not beat him up before hand, the rough sex they had would have been so much better. That and if he was not drunk during it and slobbering all over him.

”So do you want to hear about it?”

”Fuck yeah!”

***Frank***

”Are you fucking kidding me!? Another fight? What the fuck Kody? Do you realize they may not let you go back to school next year!?”

”Like I give a shit dad, I fucking hate it there!”

”Yeah, well your sister does not have any problems with it!”

”That because she kisses the ass of the rich princesses there and is on their dicks!”

”Fuck you Kody!”

Great that was all that Frank needed today. He came home to get changed and he found Kody sitting in the living room with a black eye and bruised ribs. A letter from the headmaster was shoved in his pocket. He had been in another fight. The headmaster was thinking that maybe the academy was not the right place for Kody and his behavior problems. He was just dealing with this when Kat joined in the fight and now they were both sniping at each other. Frank was nearing his threshold, and he was trying so hard to hold on, but he was ready to snap.

”Shut up Kat, you know it’s fucking true! You pretend to be something you're not just to get their approval! It is disgusting!”

”Just cause you don’t know who you fucking are Kody doesn’t mean you can throw it in my face!”

”I know who I am, I just want to be someone different!”

”Yeah some one that is not picked on for being gay!”

Frank’s head shot up at this comment from his daughter. He saw Kody screech and throw himself at Kat. The two tussled around the living room floor, not really fighting, but wrestling. Frank had had enough though.

”WOULD YOU KIDS KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF?!”

Both kids froze when they heard their father’s voice. Kat had the upper hand at the moment and crawled off her brother. They both sat down on the couch looking like scolded puppies. Frank took a few breaths to calm down. He faced them both and they huddled together like they use to when they were younger and got in trouble.

”Now…Kat, that was uncalled for completely. You apologize to your brother and you are grounded for the weekend. No party.”

”But Daaaaad.”

A quick look from Frank made Kat shut up and she tried to hide behind Kody. Frank continued looking at his son.

”Is this why you have been fighting Kody? Is what Kat said true?”

Kody tried to put up a front, but deflated immediately. He hunched his shoulders and Frank recognized it as a sign of defeat.

”Look dad, I don’t know what I am right now. It’s cliché, but I have all these feelings and ideas trapped in me and I look at everyone with potential. Just because I am not interested in fucking the school skank, the guys assumed that I am gay, when I don’t even know what I am yet.”

Frank sat on the arm of the couch.

”Look Kodes, I know what you mean. Honestly, even though I was married to your mom for all those years, I had my share of boyfriends too.”

”Wait dad…your Bi?”

”We use to call it not being picky, but yeah I am.”

”Wow, I never knew that. Did mom know?”

”Well, not that you would ever want to know this, but when I was dating your mother in high school, I also had sort of a friend with benefits.”

”I really did not need to know that.”

”Yeah, well he did say that first Kodes.”

”Yeah you did, thanks dad for being honest.”

”Yeah dad and Kodes, sorry for trying to out you like that, it was fucked up of me.”

”Alright you two, enough of this shit between you, and can we please tone down the fucking cursing?”

All three cracked up and Frank sighed when Kat hugged Kody, and Kody collared her and gave her head rubs. Kay wriggled out and laughed. Frank really wanted to tell them about Gerard right now, but he thought it would be better to wait a little longer. Speaking of, he needed to get dressed right now or he would be late. He would have to skip the shower, but he could still freshen up a bit before he had to be out the door. They had dinner reservations at one of Frank’s favorite restaurants. He was going to surprise Gerard with a real ring, not the crap one he had to show off in the interview video. He pulled it out of his pocket. He read that Gerard’s favorite colors were black and pink so he stopped at the jewelry store at the corner near his building and picked out a black diamond ring with pink diamond inlay. He looked at the precious jewel in the center as it sparkled in the light of the bedroom. He ran his thumb over the smooth flawless surface. He placed it back in his pocket, and finished getting dressed. He checked his watch, still pleanty of time to go and pick up Gerard and get him an outfit appropriate for the restaurant. He smiled as he yelled goodbye to his kids, and they yelled bye back. Frank found himself whistling as he walked out the door.

***Gerard***

”Wait, so I thought you said that your husband likes to do the fucking?”

”Yeah he does, but Frank was so different, he just like submitted to him immediately.”

Gerard remembered that Spencer’s husband was badass looking and covered in tattoos. Frank was also shorter than him, how did he dominate him?

”Oh and he growled.”

That made Gerard shiver. He loved the sound of a man growling at him…again when they were not beating the shit out of him. He tried to imagine Frank’s voice low and rumbly and his cock twitched against the bed.

”Was Frank on top?”

Gerard heard Spencer chuckle. He knew that his voice had dropped and that it was breathy.

”Well he started out on top. Pete had me prep him before Frank came over so he was ready right away. This really turned on Frank too, he slammed into Pete so hard that I heard the cry from the kitchen and that is when I took a peek. Frank took off his shirt and geeze Gee, is he covered in tattoos! I heard Pete say that he wanted to taste them. I guess it was a thing for them in college.”

”Wait, they fucked in college?!”

”Oh yeah, friends with benefits.”

”Now why didn’t you join in? Didn’t you say that Pete shares with you?”

”Yeah, well apparently Frankie doesn’t swing like that or I would have never left the scene.”

Gerard swallowed hard. He was so use to his husbands wanting to share him with their friends in drunken moment. The thought of Frank wanting him all to himself, it was like a dream come true.

”So you said he was on top in the beginning.”

”Yeah and then he pulled Pete into his lap and fucked up into him. That position drove Pete crazy because he could reach the tattoos. Pete still has bruises on his hips from Frank, and Gee it has been a month!”

”Wow!”

”Yeah I know.”

Gerard needed to get at his cock fast now. It was straining against his pants and becoming painful.

”All right Spence, well I have to get ready for Frank now.”

”Yeah, and jerk off to the vision of him fucking you”

"Oh fuck you Spence.”

”I would say sure, but it looks like you are going to be in a real relationship now.”

”Yeah, yeah I think I am. I'll talk to you later Spence.”

”All right Gee, bye.”

After his conversation with Spencer ended Gerard let out a happy sigh and smiled to himself before he started for the bathroom for a bath. He didn't know how to get his mind around everything that's happening. He felt like it was his first marriage all over again. He was nervous. He looked in the mirror and ran his fingers through his greasy brown hair and huffed. He didn't feel worthy of being treated the way Frank was treating him. Frank was spoiling him and a month ago he was in Bert's 'care'... being abused and told he wasn't worth the amount he was paid for. Bert really did a number on his self-esteem, in the six months he was with the man he'd never felt so ugly, disgusting, and worthless in his entire life. He didn't know what Frank saw in him, maybe what everyone else did... just a fuck toy.

”Maybe this time things will be different?”

Gerard wondering this out loud as he turned his attention to the spa tub and squeezed some bubble bath in to it. After he set everything up he dipped his toe in to the steamy bath water and shuddered. The jets were going and he couldn't wait to press his entire body against the pressure. He sunk himself in the water and let out a deep moan. He felt so at peace and less tense. He never wanted to get out, but he knew he'd have to eventually. He'd have to attend his wedding... attend his after party... and then...

”Oh fuck.”

He blushed in the warm water. Gerard couldn't stop thinking about Frank... His tattoos, piercings, and wild hair drove him fucking crazy. He wanted Frank on top of him, kissing him hard, sucking his throat and fucking into him...like he did to Pete. Gerard couldn't help himself. He allowed his hand to dip into the sea of bubbles and pressed his palm against his balls and rubbed them sensually. His eyes rolled back into his head as he let out a stifled moan. He used his other hand and grip his shaft gently before he started pumping himself in a slow pace with the thought of Frank making love to him. The water and the steam and the bubbles made it feel like he was in a dream. A wet dream (pun intended) and if it was a dream, he never wanted to wake up from it. He started to build up speed and his head fell back against the rim of the tub. His eyes squeezed shut and his toes curled tightly. He could feel his orgasm reach its peak and when he moved his other hand below his balls and to his hole it drive him over the edge.

"M'ah ah ah..."

He nibbled on his bottom lip and came hard.

"F-Frankie."

He cooed, stroking himself one last time before cleaning his hand off in the water

***Frank***

Frank arrived at the hotel. He gave the valet his car and checked at the desk to make sure the limo would be ready when they were departing. As he walked through the lobby, to the elevator, a group of women whistled at him. He smiled at them and tipped his fedora. Frank was wearing a mint green button down under a black and white pin stripe suit. He had on his wing tips and best cufflinks. Fuck the tie, he was not crazy about them, unless he had to wear them…or Pete was pulling on it. Fuck, he hoped Pete would get his head out of his ass soon as he hopped on the elevator and the door man punched the button for the 11th floor. Frank could have gotten the penthouse suite for Gerard, but he figured it was too 'Pretty Woman' of him. After all he was about to take him on a shopping spree before dinner. Fuck, it was Pretty Woman! As he exited the elevator he started to whistle the Roy Orbison song. He knocked on the door and waited, but no one answered. He pulled out his key card and slipped it in the slot.

”Gerard?”

Frank walked in and looked in the lounging area. No one there.

He then checked to see if he was sleeping, but the bed was empty too. He did notice that Gerard’s clothes were on the bed and he gulped. He looked over to the bathroom and heard faint splashing. Frank walked over to the door and called through it. He faintly heard a 'come in' and he took a big breath and walked in. He was met with the sight of Gerard mostly hidden by the bubbles floating atop the water in the bathtub. He watched as Gerard stretched his leg out of the water and without the bubbles he saw a small cut on his ankle that indicated that Gerard had shaved his legs. The thought of his smooth legs wrapped around Frank’s thighs made him shudder involuntarily. He had to press down on his crotch to contain the hard on that was trying to say hi. He heard Gerard giggle and that made it even worse.

”I-I-I’ll just wait in the lounge for you G-G-Gee.”

Frank left the room quickly closing the door behind him. He ran into the lounge and ran behind the mini bar. As much as he wanted to grab one, he bypassed the little bottles of liquor and grabbed a bottle of water. He tore the cap off and chucked it in the trash as he quickly guzzled down the water trying to tap down the heat in his face.

”Fuck fuck, his legs, and that face, and his fucking giggle.”

Frank felt himself get harder from his thoughts.

”Fuck this.”

Frank looked at the bedroom door and saw it was still closed. He was pretty hidden by the bar so he unzipped his pants and pulled out his now throbbing cock. He jumped as the cold from the bottle of water made its way to the skin, but then it dissipated leaving nothing but the growing heat in his hand. He sighed at the touch then, but knew he did not have time to savor it. Picturing Gerard in the tub he jerked himself hard and fast trying to get off before Gerard finished getting dressed. He bit his lower lip to stifle his moans as he squeezed the head in just the right way to milk the precum out and make it that much better. He leaned against the wall as a brace and reached with his other hand to squeeze his balls.

”Oh fuck.”

Frank moved them around as he changed the position of his hand so that his fingers were running along the vein at the bottom of his shaft.

”Ah ah ah ah FUCK!”

That was just what he needed to send him over the edge. He spilled out into his hand, which was carefully collecting the cum because no, you do not go into a five star restaurant with cum stains on your trousers, unless you are Hugh Hefner or Larry Flint. Frank leaned against the wall trying to catch his breath. He looked up at the bedroom door, but it was still closed. He cleaned up quickly and moved back around the bar to the loveseat, feeling relaxed and good. He watched the door to the bedroom open and stood up to greet Gerard, but he was still on the post high of his orgasm and it caused a little vertigo. He shook it off and offered Gerard his arm. They linked and he turned to him.

”Ready to go to M.’s?”

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In this case M’s turned out to not be his seller's house like Gerard thought, but an exclusive shop called Em’s Finest, where Frank told Gerard that he was going to buy him a new wardrobe. Frank got the feeling that Gerard did not have many nice clothes also judging by what he wore for the interview, Frank was pretty sure that M picked it out for him to make Frank hard. It worked, but still he deserved nice stuff too. They pulled up and Frank waited till the door opened and after getting out took Gerard’s hand. He led him into the store and while Gerard was looking around he went up to the manager and in Pretty Woman fashion handed him his black Amex.

"He's excited."

The manager laughed, watching Gerard pull a shirt against his chest and examined it in the full length mirror hanging in the back. Frank chuckled, pulling his cell to his ear and walked off while Gerard squeed and went shopping.

Em's was a pleasant surprise for Gerard. He was so relieved to see that it wasn't his seller’s manor and when Frank guided him inside the store he had to contain himself from dashing to the racks like a madman. Instead, he dashed to the racks like a madwoman. Gerard proceeded to grab stacks of clothing and started to the dressing room once he realized he couldn't hold anymore. On his way, he snuck a glimpse at his fiancé and saw that he was talking on his cell. He could hear his voice, but not the conversation. Gerard wondered who he was talking to. M. perhaps or maybe his, friend Pete or Spencer? Whoever he was talking to Gerard felt that it was about something important. His attention went back to the clothing on his arm and he made his way over to the changing rooms. Frank soon joined him by sitting down on the lounge chairs in front of the room and waited till he stepped out to show him one of the many outfits he picked. Gerard slipped into tight black jeans and a burgundy button up. He liked the way it felt on his skin. The linen against his skin was like a freshly washed sheet and his jeans hugged his legs and ass almost in a romantic embrace. He fucking loved shopping.

Periodically Frank looked up to see what Gerard had picked out. He had a wide range of what he liked in apparel. He went for both men's and women’s clothes which was fine for Frank. Once in a while Frank would grunt if he thought something didn’t look right or whistle in approval when he liked it very much.

Frank wolf whistled and clapped his hands together when Gerard stepped out. Gerard pushed his hands in his hair and twirled swiftly. Frank gave his approval on the outfit and Gerard beamed. They went on like that until Frank had given out 8 yeses and 1 no. Gerard's pleased to say the least.

It was getting late now and they had to get going. Frank went to the manager to satisfy anything extra on the bill and to add a few suits to his order. He had a few meetings coming up and felt like wearing something new to intimidate. He received his Amex back as the manager gave him an oily smile.

”Thank you so much Mr. Iero. I was a pleasure doing business with you and your…”

”Fiancé, yes, well please have the other packages sent round to our home.”

”Very good sir, and If I might say so Sir, he is quite a catch, very fetching.”

”Yes, I think so too.”

Gerard emerged in the outfit he chose to wear for dinner, still believing they were now going to M’s and not understanding why he had to dress up for it.

”Don’t you want M. to see you look nice?”

Gerard opened his mouth to say something, and then thought better and just shrugged his shoulders. Frank smiled and offered his arm again. Gerard smiled warmly and took it and they left the store getting into the limo once more.

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Once again Frank had managed to leave Gerard speechless…at least when they had first arrived to dine. He had a feeling that even though his former husbands could have afforded this lifestyle that he was not privy to it…selfish bastards. Why would you not want to show off someone like him to the world? Frank supposed you could worry about someone wanting to steal him, but the one flag that did not show up on his file was that he had cheated. On the contrary, Gerard seem to be one of the most loyal wives on the whole site.

"I take it you did not go out much with your former husbands?"

"No... Not really. I was always taking care of the kids, cleaning, cooking..."

"Still, not even on special occasions or a 'date night' anything like that?"

"My third husband liked to go to cabaret shows... Does that count?"

"Sure, I use to go to musicals with my ex. We use to make a whole night of it with dinner, dancing, the musical, and then coffee afterwards, then we would...uh yeah"

Frank blushed remembering when the marriage was good and it use to end in great sex. He felt bad thinking about that with Gerard though. He quickly took a sip of his water to stamp down any other embarrassing words.

"Oh. Uh, yeah... We'd just skip to the last bit. Seems like all my husbands liked to skip to the last bit."

Frank felt bad hearing this. They seem to treat Gerard more like a live in slave that they fucked when they felt like, than a person they entered into marriage with. Frank resolved that he would not let that happen to them.

"Well, you need to get use to this because I promise you this will not be the last dinner date we have. Did you like the Cabaret shows?"

Gerard was taken aback by Frank's promise. He was extremely endearing and that made him comfortable enough to be honest. "Actually... No, not really. He was a bit of a fanatic. I pretended to like them to make him happy." Gerard chuckled nervously.

"I thought so. So you will have to tell me a list of all the things that you like to do or have always wanted to do, and I will endeavor to make them happen."

"Frank, you really don't have to do all that. It's not necessary."

"What are you talking about? You deserve to have fun outside of the house and outside of the bedroom!"

Frank realized he raised his voice just now and an elderly couple looked over at him. He blushed again.

"I-uh... Hmm..."

Gerard was at a loss for words. Frank's passion was extremely new to him.

"Well, I guess... If that's what you really want."

At that point the waiter came over and Frank ordered his favorite entree, oven roasted vegetables over mushroom risotto. He told Gerard to order whatever wanted, even if it had meat he reminded him.

Frank also ordered this amazing cocktail of juices that included his favorite, pomegranate, which was better than any alcoholic drink he had ever had. The owner created it especially for him. When he had clients they would just add some rum to it.

Once Frank was finished Gerard looked over the menu and gazed over the salads. He ordered the most basic one with a sheepish smile etched on his face. It was what he always ordered whenever he ate at restaurants…whenever he did eat at restaurants

While waiting for the appetizers of toasted crostini with fresh bruchette, stuffed mushrooms, and fried calamari and to arrive, Frank decided to broach the subject of a honeymoon with Gerard.

"So, um...I wanted to talk to you about the honeymoon and where you would like to go?"

Gerard let out a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not picky. Wherever you wanna go."

"No one really asks your opinion do they?"

"That was my opinion..."

Gerard murmured and looked down at the table, blushing.

Frank smirked. He knew a programed answer when he heard one. Gerard's opinions were the opinion of who he was with. He was a fucking robot. Frank liked a challenge. he turned some of the smallest Ska bands into some of the biggest names. He got them clean and sober, dealt with divorce court and custody. Even band members that quit with no warning. Gerard was going to be a welcome challenge. he was so sure of this theory that he decided to test it.

"So you mean if I said that I wanted to just go to a flea bag motel and fuck for hours that would be good enough for you?"

Gerard looked up quickly and nodded.

"If you... Yeah. Whatever you want. I mean it. I-is that really what you want to do?"

"And you would be more satisfied with that then going to say...Paris for a week or Hawaii...just because I wanted it?"

Gerard was starting to feel a little foolish. Frank was trying to make a point and it had hit home.

"... Yes."

Frank scrubbed his hands over his face. He went to answer Gerard, but then the drinks and appetizers arrived. Frank took that as a sign for the conversation to end and he picked up a plate and picked out some stuffed mushrooms and fried calamari. He was a vegetarian, but he drew the line at seafood. When he found out that lobster was considered to be a roach of the sea he said screw it. He always loved lobster as a kid so why should that change. As he spread the piece of crostini with the bruschetta, he looked at Gerard. He sat slightly hunched over like he was waiting to be hit or admonished. It made Frank sad that this beautiful creature was abused like that. He made a decision to force Gerard out of his shell. He waiting till Gerard said something next as he enjoyed his food.

"P-Paris sounds fun..." Gerard stammered, playing with his fingers.

"Oh it is. I have been there several times. Sitting at a cafe eating fresh baguette with home made butter and preserves and sipping espresso. Oh! and there is always the Musée d'Orsay, Musée Rodin, Musée d'Art Moderne, and Musée Bourdelle."

Frank smirked again. He knew that Gerard being an art student he would know all the names of the premier art museums that he just mentioned.

"I mean if you're into that sort of thing of course."

Gerard beamed and perked up a bit. He was excited to see that Frank was into some of the stuff he was interested in.

"I really am. I've always wanted to visit."

"Well honestly when I went it was with Greta and she ruined the experience for me. I think I would like to have another chance to go with someone who was truly interested, not just to impress people."

Once again Frank felt bad mentioning Greta. He hated that she still dominated his thought process sometimes.

"I'm sorry to hear that..."

Gerard trailed off. Frank's previous marriage reminded him of his others. He could relate.

"If you don't mind me asking... How old were you when you got married?"

"Eighteen, twenty fucking years of my life wasted...well fifteen. The only thing good to come out of my marriage was my kids. I meant to ask you though, are you bothered that I am that much older than you? I know I had all your information, but you were not given any of mine."

"No. Not at all. My first husband was much older than I was... A lot older."

"Wait...weren't you like 16?!"

"Yeah, I was sixteen."

He didn't want to think about it too much so he distracted himself with his plate of food.

Frank let the conversation drift from there. The entree was brought by then and Frank was slightly disappointed to see that Gerard had such a simple fare compared to him. He offered Gerard a bite of his food. Gerard took a quick bite and gave a thumbs up.

"S'good."

He said after he finished chewing.

Dinner finished with a quiet affair. Frank kept tracing the small box in his pocket. He was getting nervous now. He hoped that he had not put Gerard off too much. he really wanted this to be a wonderful memory for Gerard.

"So how about dessert?"

"No dessert for me."

Gerard dabbed his lips with his napkin.

"I'm watching my weight."

Oh shit, this would fuck up Frank's plans royally. He quickly thought of something to say that would turn everything around again. He decided to appeal to his romantic side.

"Well how about we share something, that way I can feed you. Besides, I don't mind a little extra to grab onto."

Frank wiggled his eyebrows at this last statement. Gerard was in the middle of sipping his drink. He spluttered and pushed his hand to his mouth until he swallowed.

"Oh, um. Sure, okay then." He blushed, nodding his head.

"Wonderful!"

Frank called the waiter over and had the leftovers wrapped. Then he made sure Gerard was distracted and whispered his plans into the man’s ear. The waiter smiled and he held his hand so that Frank could slip him the ring. It was cliché, but Frank liked cliché. Frank remembered reading that Gerard liked lemon from his files. He smiled as Gerard looked up again.

"I ordered the lemon granita. I don’t know if you have ever had it before."

"Actually," Gerard grinned. "I have. I like it a lot. One of my favorites."

"Awesome! I am glad I chose it then. You know Gerard, I want you to know that I am very serious about making this marriage work. I am not in this for a quick fuck whenever I want. I will admit that you are extremely attractive and fuck knows I want you, but I also want you for your mind and heart as well as your body. I want you to want the same from me too. Equal partnership okay?"

"That's all I ever want." Gerard said before taking another sip from his drink. "And you're attractive yourself." He giggled, handing over his smile with his hand

Frank smiled and at that moment the waiter returned with the dessert. He placed it in front of Gerard, but handed Frank the spoon. He winked at Frank and Frank smiled. He spooned a little into the ladle and offered it to Gerard.

"Open up little girl."

Gerard laughed obnoxiously and opened his mouth for the dessert. Frank was satisfied when he saw the look of pleasure of Gerard's face as he tasted the lemon flavored ice. This time he went for the part with the ring hidden in it.

"A little bit bigger bite this time."

Gerard laughed again and rolled his eyes playfully.

"Ahhhh..."

He hummed; his mouth open wide for the next bite.

Frank saw the perfect shape of Gerard's mouth at that moment along with the sound he was making and his mind strayed to Gerard on his knees for him, taking his cock in instead. He quickly pushed it out of his head and tried to stay focused on watching Gerard's face as the granita with the ring in it entered his mouth. Gerard closed his mouth and his cheeks hallowed. Something was off about this bite. He picked whatever it was that was mixed with the dessert and pulled it out. Frank watched Gerard removed the foreign object from his mouth and his eyes grew wide at the sight of the ring.

"Oh... Oh wow!"

Gerard rolled the ring in between his fingers and examined it closely. Frank watched as his eyes sparkled. He wondered if he knew they were diamonds, but he would leave that for later.

"Is this for me?"

Gerard still seem to be dumbfounded.

Frank chuckled at the naive gesture. He took the ring from Gerard and just as the violin players came over he got down on one knee in front of him.

"Gerard, I have only known you a short time, but it feels like a lifetime already. Gerard Arthur Way, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Gerard looked around nervously, but grinned nonetheless. The moment was a bit surreal. He felt like he was in a fairy tale.

"Yes. Of course, Frankie... I want nothing more."

Frank slipped the ring on Gerard's finger. It fit perfectly and the light hit the black diamond in the center so that the reflection lit up Gerard's eyes. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Gerard's lips. All around them there was laughter and applause. The older couple from before were holding hands and sighing. Frank felt like a million dollars and Gerard was priceless.

"Now, we can go pay M a visit"

Notes

So Frank is a true gentleman and asked Gerard to marry him properly. Would you have expected anything less? ^0^

Now the Gerard and Frank have truly met, things will start to get interesting. ^-^