House Wife

***Frank***

Gerard was strangely quiet in the limo. He was snuggled up to Frank admiring the ring, but had not said anything. Frank assumed he was nervous about going to see his seller. Frank had his private detective, Matt, look the guy up. He was a business man for a long time and seemed to keep his nose clean…in the public eye. Matt was good though, after all that is what Frank paid him to be. Ironically named, Matthew Charles Sanders had a few mob ties as well as a penchant for cocaine and hard liquor. He had been running the internet site for 20 years and it was lucrative for him. His legit business covered the book enough that he was able to bury the money or stick it up his nose more likely. They pulled up and Frank felt Gerard tense up.

”Easy baby, it’s okay. I’ll protect you I promise. Just listen to me alright?”

Gerard nodded and the driver opened the door for them. Frank got out first and then held his hand out for Gerard. Gerard took it and gracefully removed himself from the car. They walked up to the door and Frank rang the bell. A tall muscular man answered it. He scowled down at Frank.

”Whadda you want shorty?”

”Mr. Frank Iero and Gerard Way to see M. Shadows.”

The guy looked unimpressed when he heard Frank’s name, but his expression changed when he heard Gerard’s. The guy looked next to him and saw Gerard and broke out in a smile. He pulled Gerard into a bone crushing hug.

”Gee man! I heard you was getting hitched again. Congrats baby!”

Frank heard Gerard giggle and playfully pound the neanderthal's chest. Frank saw love in the guy’s eyes for Gerard and his heart fluttered a little. The guy put Gerard down and then turned back to Frank.

”Sorry about the asshole back there. Just my evil twin ya know?”

”Sure, gotta keep out the riff raff and such.”

”Exactly. Oh Bob’s the name, but only the Wives get to call me Bobby.”

Frank extended his hand and they shook. Bob let them in the house and they walked down the corridor to the living room. There was a lot of noise coming from the place. Frank could see a bunch of guys sitting around drinking and smoking up. As he got closer he saw a coffee table with lines of coke on it as well as an assortment of pills. A flash caught his eye and he turned to see a waif of a boy in a compromising pose having his picture taken. Bob leaned into Frank and spoke quietly.

”M.’s having a party for the new boy. He invited his friends over to watch, Just be careful of Gee, they like him a lot if you know what I mean.”

Frank pulled Gerard possessively to him. He looked at the pale man.

”Remember what I said.”

Gerard nodded. As they got to the room they could hear the cat calls of the men making the boy nervous. They were drunken slurs full of vulgarity.

”Come on you guys more than that, bend over and show us that ass!”

”Fuck that, tell him to shove his finger in there.”

”I’ll shove something in there.”

”Can you gentlemen shut the fuck up!? I’m tryin' to work here!”

Frank heard the photographer yell at them. He and Gerard entered the room completely as Frank heard a snort and saw a man with short black hair covered in tattoos come up form doing a line.

”Aww fuck yeah, that’s gooood shit.”

"*cough* Excuse me."

M. jumped up from the couch and furiously wiped his nose.

"Frank Iero! Hey buddy, how are ya?"

"Uh good, am I interrupting? Should we come back another more *cough* convenient time?"

"Nah, man... We were just..."

He motioned his hands to the lines of coke on the coffee table.

"Want a drink? Whiskey... Rum and coke?" /p>

“No, no thanks, I'm good, just ate."

"How 'bout Gerard then?"

M. stuck out a glass of whiskey to the pale man.

"C'mon... Drink? A line perhaps?"

He jutted his head towards the commotion. Frank watched as Gerard nibbled on his bottom lip, and trailed his eyes to the white powder on the glass table.... line after line, after line, after line...Frank pulled Gerard to him and looped his arm around his waist possessively.

"Nah, he just ate too, didn't you sweetheart? Why don't you go talk to your friends? Daddy has business here to take care of hmmm?"

Gerard looked between his seller and his fiancé and nodded apprehensively before he walked off. Frank smirked at M. liking that Gerard listened to him. It was important for him to establish that he could control Gerard in front of M. Frank saw M. watching the back of Gerard's head as he walked away, and when he turned the corner his attention went back to Frank.

"He's obedient."

M. chuckled, pressing the glass he'd offered Gerard to his lips and downed it.

"Yes well, why would I want it any other way? I mean who would want to ruin that pretty face with bruises right?"

Frank saw M. raise an eyebrow at Frank's remark. He knew he was referring to his last husband. Frank was trying to make M. as uncomfortable as possible and it was working.

"Right... So I'm guessing you're here to pay me?"

"Yup, and to discuss how the wedding is suppose to go. Gerard said you prefer that everyone get married here? So do you actually have a place on the grounds?"

"Yeah, actually... Just in my backyard. Plenty of space you can work with for a big wedding."

"Okay, can I see the space...after I pay you of course."

Frank pulls out his wallet and with a flick of his wrist pulled out the Black Amex. M. did a double take and gaped at the card as he slowly nodded and licked his lips, fingers itching to touch the precious piece of plastic status symbol.

"Of course, sure."

Frank smirked knowing the effect that the black card had on people. He could get almost anything with it, and right now he was buying a wife along with M.’s loyalty.

"So, the grounds?"

"Yes, right this way..."

M. passed his glass to his maid who'd just passed by and started for the back of the house.

"I think you'll be pleased. I just moved here a few months ago. Needed more space for special occasions such as weddings."

"Yes, Gerard said something about the house being different when he...returned from his previous *cough* husband. I am guessing though that he would not know what the yard looks like right?"

"Uhh,"

M. pulled open the French doors to the back and looked over his shoulder.

" ... Nah, I guess not."

He stepped out and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his cargo pants.

"Want me to go fetch him?"

Frank looks over and sees Gerard laughing and talking with a young kid who was having pictures taken.

"No, I’ll get him, but what's going on here? Who’s the young kid and all the guys that are here? Other husbands?"

"That's Tommy, he's new. He's got an interview tomorrow."

M. stepped back inside and pointed to the scene.

"Short, tattooed guy is Brian. He does the photo shoots with the Wives. He did Gerard... Gerard's his favorite. He's got a soft spot for 'em. As for the other guys, well let’s just say they like to watch. They have a soft spot for Gerard too…and a few hard ones too.”

Frank did not like the insinuation, but he could not drown out the cat calls that were now directed at Gerard to do something with the boy.

”Come on Gee man, put on a show, give us something.”

Frank saw Gerard smile and lick his lips, but did nothing else. He was being very obedient and Frank liked that a lot. He was however taking direction from Brian who was asking him to pose with the boy seductively. Gerard took great direction it seemed and Frank would be jealous of the waif if he did not know that he was already his. He saw that the boy noticed Gerard’s ring and they both squealed like school girls. Brian came over and looked at it and whistled. He turned back to M.

"Brian huh? Seems to be a decent photographer? How old is the kid he’s taking pictures of? I know Gerard's file said he started when he was 16, is that what the kid is too?"

Frank saw M. smirk and he knew he was getting the wrong idea. Fuck him, let him think what he wanted.

“Yeah Tommy's 16. Are you interested in him or something? You're not a polygamist are you? I mean, it's cool if you are."

Frank heard M. try to hide the laugher in his voice, but he failed terribly.

”You did receive the little treat I sent you right? Brian took those, along with my assistance.”

"Wait! Brian took those pics? Wow! Um, yeah I liked them, you would have to be dead to not! Does he do side work too?"

”Go ask him yerself.”

M. turned back to his cigarette. Frank was itching for one as well, but thought better of it here. As he approaches the scene, Gerard's patting Tommy on the back as Brian looks over the film. The young boy looks up nervously and Gerard smiles reassuringly at him.

"You did fine. Way better than my first time."

”Aww your just saying that Gee.”

”No he’s not. He sucked so badly because he was so nervous, more than you were. I remember I had to calm you down Gee…do you remember?”

Gerard looked like he was about to answer something when he saw Frank approaching. He shut up after that and Frank wondered what he was going to say. Frank looks at how Tommy’s eyes are shining with adoration for the older man. He takes a moment to appreciate how sweet Gerard is reassuring Tommy with a hug and kiss lightly on the lips. It reminds Frank what a good choice Gerard was and how lucky he got.

"Hey Gerard, I was wondering if you wanted to go check out the backyard with me. Kind of scout out what you want for the wedding and after party?"

Gerard turned his attention to his fiancé and smiled.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

He took Frank's arm and waved to Tommy.

"Good luck."

Tommy waved back with a meek thank you.

"Your friend can come too if he wants, and Brian, if you would please accompany us as well, I would like to talk to you about some outside work."

Frank could not help but swagger s bit as he noticed everyone following him outside. This is where he felt the most at ease, in charge and giving the orders. Hey, money talks and Frank sure had a shit load of it. Now it was time for Gerard's second surprise.

"Gerard, I want you to have whatever you want for this wedding. I want it to be better than any of your other ones, which means anything you want, we will have. Money is no object. I want to show you that you are more precious to me than the ring I just gave you."

Frank pulled Gerard to him and ran a hand down his cheek and lifted the hand with the sparkling pink and black diamond and kissed it gently. He heard Tommy sigh, Frank chuckled, the kid was so young.

"F-Frank…maybe you should leave that decision to a wedding planner..."

Gerard blushed and adverted his eyes to the ground.

"Do you want a wedding planner? If you know someone, I would be fine with that, but you will still be working with them no matter what. I will NOT have anyone tell you what you can have unless it is me."

"I... Uh, yeah, sure. I would love a wedding planner."

Frank laughs at Gerard’s shyness and decided to let him go back to Tommy and take him out of the spotlight. Frank turns to Brian.

"I am impressed with the portraits that you do for the interviews as well as the uh...extra pics for the husbands. Do you work outside of that medium?"

"Thanks man. I also usually photograph the weddings and stuff... Unless, you have someone else in mind."

"No, that is exactly what I am talking about. But, I want your perceptive on Gerard. I want pics that no one else would even think about. You have free reign, and as long as the final product is good, I will buy whatever you need. If it sucks though...."

Frank let it hang in the air as he cracked his knuckles. He may have been shorter than Brian, pretty much everyone there except Tommy, but he had presence and intimidation on his side. It was well known in the music industry that NO ONE fucks over Frank Iero.

"Done and done."

Brian smirked, sticking his hand out for Frank to shake.

Frank smiled as he took Brian's hand. It quickly turned into a smirk though as he counter balanced the taller man onto his knees and twisted the hand along with the arm around his back. He pulled on it just a little to get his point across.

"Just so we understand each other completely."

Frank let the man go and turned back to Gerard.

"Do you need anything from here before I drop you back at the hotel?"

Gerard looked around before he shook his head.

"No. I'm good."

Frank turned to M.

"So what day do you want to do this wedding?"

"As soon as possible."

"Okay, so it is Thursday, shall we aim for Saturday. This way other husbands and wives will be able to come even on short notice."

"Yeah... Saturday's fine."

After that Frank got his Black Amex back and they left the house for the hotel. Gerard was quiet again, but the atmosphere was different. He still snuggled against Frank, but this time Frank felt pressure on his thigh from Gerard’s hand. It was dangerously close to his inseam. Frank must have turned Gerard on ordering everyone around and putting both Brian and M. in their place. Hey power is alluring and he was oozing it. It was probably a good thing that he was going home, but he was surprised when the driver opened the door and Gerard crawled over him, sticking his perfect ass within view of course, that he claimed he was tired and would head up on his own. He kissed Frank softly and sweetly, and then sauntered up to the hotel doors with his hips rhythmically swaying. Frank watched him go. Fuck he needed a cold shower like now.

***Gerard***

Back at the hotel, after Frank dropped him off, Gerard lets himself fall into bed with a content sigh. Today had been a dream. Everything Frank had done for him, it was so romantic and fairy tale like. He just didn't know how to react. He was grateful. He knew that much... But he also felt undeserving. Frank was too good for him. The older man was beautiful, kind and...well perfect, really. What more could he ask for? Gerard looked around his hotel suite and smiled to himself. After the wedding he and Frank were going on their honeymoon. They were going to make love and, hopefully, become much more comfortable with each other just as a married couple should. He felt lonely thinking about Frank... and suddenly turned on. He lifted his left hand in the air and gazed at his ring. It was so damn pretty and he was just so impressed. Frank had done well and Gerard just wanted to kiss him. He dropped his hand to his mouth and pushed two fingers against his lips and pushed them in. His other hand started to tug his pants down and when he succeeded in doing so he slid his fingers out of his mouth and lowered them down his body and pushed them against his opening. He'd fingered himself numerous times. For himself and for his husbands. It was his favorite way to get off and Frank would eventually learn to know that. He just hoped they were compatible in the sex department. Just as he started to work his fingers inside himself the room phone started to go off. Gerard let out a high pitched whine and pulled the phone to his ear with his unoccupied hand.

"H-hello... Frankie! Hi... It's late. Is everything alright?"

He didn't stop fingering himself. This was actually perfect. He got to hear Frank's voice as he got off.

***Mixed POV***

Frank emerged from the shower with this still empty feeling. Maybe Gerard was not as happy as he thought he was. Maybe it was all an act for his seller and Frank. Frank sat heavy on the bed. He knew he would not get any sleep tonight until he knew the truth. He had a big meeting tomorrow and he could not afford to be tired. He picked up his cell and dialed the number for the hotel.

"Frank Iero for Gerard Way room 8690"

"Yes Mr. Iero, I will patch you through immediately."

"Thank you."

Frank waited patiently as the phone rang a few times. He looked at the clock and realized how late it was. Maybe he was already asleep? Frank was just about to hang up when he heard the receiver pick up on the other end.

"H-hello..."

"Hey Gerard, sorry to wake you man."

"Frankie! Hi... It's late. Is everything alright?"

"Y-Yeah, sure it is, I just was wondering if, well you didn't..."

Fuck Frank hated stammering like this. He collected his thoughts and took a deep breath before continuing.

"Look Gerard, is everything alright?

Gerard let a tiny moan escape his mouth as his fingers started to bump his prostate.

"G-good... M'ah, I'm so good."

He gasped. Holy Shit, he thought, that wasn't discreet.

Frank pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it. He wondered if they had a bad connection because Gerard's voice was coming out broken.

"Well good, because I was worried that you didn't want me to walk you to the door and I kind of felt bad for not insisting. That is not how I normally..."

Okay that was strange, Frank was sure that he heard Gerard's breath hitch just now.

"Gerard...what are you doing?"

"N-nothing... I'm j-just... Oh God."

He cried out, letting his head hit the headboard.

"I'm just in bed. W-what are you doing?"

He tried to take the focus off of him.

Frank smirked, he was pretty sure he knew what Gerard was doing, just not exactly how. So much for thinking that there was something wrong with him. Frank was good at getting what he wanted and what he wanted right now was for Gerard to tell him what he was doing, and Frank knew how to get him to spill.

"Well honestly, I just got out of the shower. After a night of running around getting all these things done and then being at M.'s surrounded by his drugs and cheap whiskey, I just had to get in a nice hot shower as soon as I got home. I scrubbed everything off, every inch of my skin ya know?"

"S-shower?"

Gerard's mouth watered as he continued to jab his fingers against his spot. He was pretty sure Frank was just fucking with him.

"Yeah, well I assumed you would take one too since you have that huge bathtub at your disposal...oh wait you prefer baths don't you Gee?"

"I..." He stammered. "Y-yeah, I'm gonna have to take one after I'm done…"

Gerard paused and then realized what he said. He punched himself mentally.

"Done? Done with what?"

Frank chuckled covering the receiver. This was too much fun.

Gerard squeezed his eyes shut and let out a deep moan. He was so close. Frank was being such a tease. It's fucking killing him. He didn't know why he was all choked up. He's been married five times for fuck sakes. He wasn't a saint...two could play that game, Gerard thought.

"I'm fucking myself… thinking of you."

That was not what he expected Gerard to say. Frank nearly dropped the phone at Gerard's honest answer. Now as he listened he realized how turned on the man was. The little gasps and mews that he made were like music to Frank's cock and he felt himself getting hard with just the sounds alone.

"Tell, me *groan* tell me exactly what you are doing."

Frank opened up his towel and wrapped his fist around his cock. He started jacking it to the noises filtering into his ear and waited for Gerard to answer him.

"I-I'm... I'm pushing my fingers in and out of myself. I'm pretending it’s you... I want you so bad, Frank. I never... I've never wanted anyone like t-this."

He was reaching climax.

Frank was groaning and panting and he could hear Gerard fucking himself faster to the soundtrack.

"Fuck Gee, I wish I was there right now too. I wouldn't let you cum though, not yet. I would force you onto your knees and have you suck me till I pushed you off and then I would flip you over and ram into you hard and fast."

Frank squeezed his erection to still his cumming. He did not like to rush at all.

"No need for prepping because you already did that to yourself right? I could just take you anyway I want. May be I would pull you up by your hair and plaster your back to my chest and just fuck up into you until you were screaming my name. Scream for me Gee."

"Oh fuck...so hot.”

Gerard got light headed as he imagined the scenario. Frank was a kinky bastard.

"I want it. I want you inside me, Frankie."

He neared his orgasm as he imagined Frank fucking him senseless. He imagined the bed shaking and their moans melding together as they both reached climax.

"Mmmm, me too Gee, but for now you'll just have to pretend that your fingers are my rock hard cock thrusting in and out of you as I grip your arms behind your back and make you squirm and beg for me to let you cum. Can you beg Gerard? Maybe if you’re a good girl I will buy you a toy to use until the wedding night. It will not be as big as me, but it may do better than your fingers.

"Fuckfuckfuck. p-please... yes, fuck yes."

That was it for him. Everything started to blur and all he could hear was white noise and the sound of Frank’s voice.

Now Frank was starting to lose it imagining Gerard working a dildo or vibrator, he didn’t give a shit which, into himself. Fuck, the idea of watching Gerard fuck himself before Frank fucked him was too much. Then he heard Gerard lose it and that was it for him.

"Ah fuck me!"

Frank came hard to the sounds of Gerard cumming. Again he almost dropped the phone. Fuck next time he was going to use the head set when he had phone sex. He finally caught his breath.

Gerard came hard. The hardest he's ever came... ever. He was embarrassed by the noise he made. He pushed his free hand through his sweaty hair and let out a deep breath as he pulled his fingers out of himself and wiped them down on his towel.

”Mmmm, Gee? You alright?"

"Mhmm... how 'bout you?"

Gerard giggled. He was completely blissed out.

"I think I need another shower."

"I wish I could join you."

He was about to say something else, but his private line went off and that meant business. Fuck and just when things were getting good.

"Me too Doll, me too. Listen, fuck, I gotta go, business call. I'm gonna send Spencer round tomorrow to do wedding stuff with you. I found a girl, Jamia, who can work with you short notice for the arrangements. I probably won’t see you tomorrow at all."

Gerard hopped out of bed and gathered everything he'd need for his bath.

"Oh, uhm... Ok. When will I get to see you?"

He realized he sounded desperate but Frank was his fiancé. He didn't know how to be alone without another man’s care.

"At the wedding silly. Listen, tomorrow is your last night as a free agent, so any fucking you need to do, get it done because you are a one man woman after that. Also Spencer is going to have my Amex and I want you guys to make a day of it. I can't wait to see what you pick out to wear for the wedding…and the honeymoon.”

Frank could hear Gerard blushing on the other side of the phone. He secretly wondered if the color went further than his cheeks. He could not ignore the phone any longer though.

”All right baby, have fun in your bath and with Spencer tomorrow. Night night princess."

"Okay, Frankie... G'night."

Frank hung up with Gerard and picked up his private line. He spoke for a good two hours about bullshit problems on tour.

”Well what the fuck did I hire a fucking tour manager for then?!”

Frank groaned and dealt with talking to the strung out horn player. He talked the kid down and set up a rehab intervention tomorrow. All the looseness that he achieved cumming with Gerard was gone now. Frank was too exhausted for another shower and Spencer was going to be there early with Pete. Frank just crawled into bed and passed out.

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*Wake up Fuck Face--- Wake up Fuck Face--- Wake up Fuck Face*

”*groan* It’s too fucking early.”

Frank bitched out loud when his alarm went off. He smashed his hand down on the thing as the last 'fuck' was blurted out. He rolled out of bed and took the longest and most satisfying piss in his life. When he was done he jumped in the shower and after a quick jerk off session, he finished washing and got dressed. He was downstairs with the coffee maker, pouring the first amazing cup of Italian dark roast when the doorbell rang.

”Hey Frankie! What’s up?”

”Not me Spencer, it’s too fucking early man.”

”Yeah, well I was not the one that was up all night with my wife in a hotel room.”

”Oh fuck you, we didn’t do anything. I just dropped him off and came home.”

”Wait…really? You haven’t done anything with him yet?”

”Well I kissed him, but yeah why?”

”Shit, you are serious about this. Most of his husbands did not even wait till the wedding to jump him.”

”Oh wow, no, I like tradition. I ain’t even going to see him before the wedding. Bad luck and all ya know?”

”Well now I am impressed. Oh I brought a surprise of my own for you. It’s in the car, I’ll be right back."

”Sure, you want coffee?”

”Why not, another cup isn’t going to kill me right?”

”Spencer how many cups have you had now?”

”Ooooh three or four.”

Frank rolled his eyes as Spencer did the old line from the Bugs Bunny cartoon with Snaggle Tooth Pete. Spencer giggled and left as Frank went back into the kitchen to get the cup of liquid life. He sipped his slowly remembering last night on the phone with Gerard. Considering his file, he should not be surprised that no one respected Gerard like that. He heard the door slam and looked up with a smile, but it quickly faded when he saw Pete standing next to Spencer. Well a little behind him. Frank turned around and opened the cabinet door. He looked and saw that he had a green mug this morning so he carefully took down the blue and purple one. He made sure all the other mugs were perfectly in a row and the right color next to each one. Satisfied he placed them on the counter and filled them up. He pushed Spencer’s towards him, but added the right amount of milk and sugar to Pete’s before giving it to him.

”Thanks”

”Yeah, thanks man! Whoooo, coffee!”

”Spencer, get the fuck out of here. You’re due at the hotel in like a half an hour. Oh here.”

”Make sure he gets something nice for the honeymoon too.”

”Nice right.”

Frank pulled out his wallet and handed Spencer his Black Amex card. Spencer’s eyes shone brightly.

”Man, I have only seen these being used by other guys.”

”Humph, pretentious piece of plastic.”

”Shut up Pete, you’re just pissed you don’t have one.”

”I could…it I wanted my entire finances open for anyone to fucking look at.”

”Hey, no one told you to fuck up and do business with that asshole!”

”Oh shut the fuck up you two! God! Why don’t you just fuck and get it over with!?”

Spencer grabbed the plastic from Frank, slammed his cup of coffee down his throat and left the house, leaving Frank and Pete to stare at each other awkwardly as they drank their coffee.

***Gerard***

The next morning Gerard's being woken up by a loud knock at his door at 9:30am. He lifted his head from the mounds of pillows and waited for another knock to come, making sure he didn't just dream it.

'Knock, knock, knock'

There it was. Gerard jumped out of bed and rushed to the door, after he slipped his robe on, and opened it quickly.

"Ahhhh! Hi!"

Spencer shouted excitedly. He obviously had his big cup of coffee. Gerard yanked him in and slammed the door shut behind him.

"Shhhh... Hey, Spence."

He giggled, pulling his best friend into a big hug. Spencer hugged him back and smiled against his shoulder.

"I'm so happy our boys know each other..."

He spoke quietly, breaking the hug. "Oh and look what I've got."

He dug through his back pocket and pulled out the Black Amex card.

"Oh man... Frank has no idea how much of a shopaholic you are. He's going to regret giving you the damned thing."

Gerard rushed to where his clothes were neatly folded and started to get dressed.

"I told him! And he gave me a few ideas of what he wants you to wear to the honeymoon when he 'deflowers' you."

Spencer winked, using quotation bunnies.

"That ship has sailed a long time ago."

Gerard snickered, slipping one of his new T-shirts over his head and down his torso.

"What'd he have in mind?"

"Oh, ya know... Just something nice."

Gerard figured Frank was into that kind of thing on the note of his straight marriage past.

"Lingerie it is. I'm gonna' go brush my teeth. Make yourself comfortable."

Gerard watched Spencer cuddle into the fluffy duvets. Gerard's quick in the bathroom and when he's done he and Spencer are hurrying through the lobby.

"Louie's our driver, I requested him. He's so funny."

Gerard just smiled and let Spencer guide him to the limo.

"Ayy, this must be the famous Gerard!"

Louie bellowed in a thick Jersey accent as he pulled open the limo doors.

"Yeah, nice to meet you."

Gerard smiled and hopped into the back seat.

"Don't scare him too much, Louie."

Spencer laughed, throwing himself into the limo.

"What?! I ain't scarin' him! Am I?!"

He shouted, sticking his head through the open window after he closed the door.

"No. Not at all."

"See?! I'm fuckin' awesome, man."

Louie replied as he fixed his collar and jumped in to the driver's seat.

"Where we goin' Spence?"

"That lingerie boutique Pete takes me to all the time."

Spencer ran his fingers through Gerard's hair and made Gerard giggle.

"Buckle up, pretty boys."

Louie smirked, rolling up the windows. Gerard laughed and fell against Spencer's chest as the limo took off.

The two friends giggled and gossiped the whole ride. They talked about past relationships and sex and the new men in their life.

"I'm just so glad to be out of Bert's. I kind of knew we weren't going to last the second I met him. He was such a perv Spencer, all his questions were sexual and he had this look in his eyes."

Gerard shuddered. He can still see those piercing, silver eyes scoping him.

"Just be glad Frank's not like that. He's a really nice guy."

Spencer ran his hands up and down Gerard's lower back to try and calm him.

"Y-yeah..."

Gerard trailed off. His mind went back to last night when he and Frank had phone sex. It was amazing and he could only imagine what actual sex was going to be like with the man.

"I was talking to Frank last night and we... we had phone sex."

"Whoa, wait what?! Spill it girl, I want details!”

Spencer turned to face Gerard and had the look of a hungry teenager. Gerard laughed at his expression

"I was in bed, touching myself when he called--"

"Jerking off or fingering yourself?"

"Fingering."

Spencer nodded in approval.

"... He called when I had just started. It's almost like he sensed it. I don't know. But we talked and I kept going. His voice, Spencer. His voice is so fucking... Unnfff!"

Gerard exclaimed, tugging on his own hair.

"Oh! And then I let out this moan and he knew... I got him to join and I made a mess of myself."

Spencer's mouth was open agape as he watched his best friend relived his first sexual encounter with his fiancé.

"Did... did he cum?"

"Yeah, and I did too, and I didn’t even touch my cock."

"Holy shit! You've always been good at that though. You're such a fucking bottom, man... even I'm versatile."

Gerard slapped Spencer's arm playfully and grinned.

"... Says the guy who bought the double ended dildo for us to use."

Spencer smiled and shrugged gullibly.

"Whatever. You didn't complain."

They talk more the rest of the way. When Louie parks the limo he gets out the deriver's seat and holds open the back door for the two housewives inside.

"I'll be right here when you boys get back."

"Thanks Louie."

Louie helped Gerard out of the car first then Spencer. Spencer grabbed onto Gerard's hand, and pulled him through the double doors. They begin to look around immediately. There was a bunch of women, but they didn't seem to mind the two men browsing around.

"This! Black is so your color. Your skin's so milky and perfect."

Spencer was holding up a black lace gown with a thong underneath it.

"I don't really like the hemming."

Gerard cocked his hip reaching out to touch. Spencer grabbed a black mesh two piece and passed it to Gerard.

"I like it."

Gerard smiled, holding the bralette up to his chest and looked down.

"The matching panties are perfect."

A woman walked by and giggled at Gerard.

"I think you'll look hot. My husband would probably fuck you."

She passed by, winking. Spencer burst out laughing as he looked at Gerard's flushed face. They rummaged through the entire store and even managed to be the center of attention amongst a group of women who were looking for outfits of their own for a bachelorette party. Gerard, of his own free will, tried on a gown and stepped out of the dressing room, wearing a pink bobbed wig and stilettos. Spencer applauded him and so did a group of women who sighted him.

"Sexy bitch! Frank's a lucky, lucky man!"

Spencer threw a pink feather boa he'd been wearing in Gerard's direction.They made such a fucking mess, but the Amex took care of that.

"Why thank you."

Gerard curtsied to his friend and did a little twirl. He yanked the wig off and shook it in the air.

"I'm buying this wig."

Spencer howled with laughter and pulled Gerard in to a hug. They managed to find a ton of good stuff and when they finished paying they walked out with six full bags each.

"You're going to make Frank a very happy man."

Gerard beamed and hopped into the back seat after Louie pulled open the door.

***Pete***

”Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

”You know, your wife has some of the best ideas Pete.”

”Ah ah, less talking, more sucking please Frankie!”

Frank smirked up at Pete as he came apart. It was not to long after Spencer left that they got into a shoving match that started with anger and heat and ended up in the bedroom, the heat turning into passion. Frank had Pete up against the wall and was giving him an expert blow job. Pete was shaking and slurring and Frank could not have been more proud it seemed. Later tonight they were having dinner with Ray, Christa, Pete and Spencer. They were going to have a movie marathon and throw popcorn at each other. Ray set it up, not knowing that Frank and Pete were not talking. Pete figured that Spencer must have said something to Ray and they came up with this little get together. Whatever the reason, Pete did not give a shit at the moment. He was hard as a rock and could not wait to get fucked.

”Frankie, please, so close, I don’t wanna cum yet.”

Frank stood up and Pete pulled him into a kiss with his tie. Being a kinky bastard, Pete asked him to put it on after they hit the bedroom. The kiss was all tongue and teeth and Pete was really starting to get overheated. Pete flipped them and pulled Frank to the bed with his tie. Pete sat down and Frank crawled over him. Suddenly Frank got this look in his eyes. Pete watched him as the heated passion left his eyes and it was replaced with sweet love. Pete knew this was going to happen, but he was alright with it. Frank carefully moved Pete to lie on the pillows and kissed him again, but with a sensual demeanor. He slowly began to undress him carefully pulling each piece of clothing off and kissing the exposed parts gently. Pete arched up into the feeling and sighed. He really did not get to do this with Spencer that much. Their sex was amazing, but sometimes he enjoyed just well…making love. There was no other way to describe this. After all that was all that Frank knew in his bedroom. Once he was stripped, Frank stripped himself and went for the lube. After using a generous amount he carefully applied it to Pete’s opening and went easy pushing his fingers in.

”Frankie, I…”

”Shh, easy baby, that’s it, daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”

Pete nodded and shut his eyes as Frank added another finger and began to stretch him open. By the third one, he was sliding across his prostate easily.

”Oh God, please Frankie…make love to me.”

Frank pulled his fingers out and wiped them on a nearby towel. He then crawled back over Pete and began kissing him as he slowly entered inside. The burn was barely there because Frank was going so slowly and he prepped him so well. Frank peppered kisses all over his face and down to his neck. He waited until he was all the way in and then looked at Pete.

”How ya doing sweetheart?”

”Please Frankie, just move.”

Frank pulled back, agonizingly slow, and then pushed back at the same pace. The movement and speed, or lack thereof, drove Pete crazy. He knew that he was not going to last long himself, but that Frank was going to go for a while. True to his thoughts after several drags across his prostate, Pete shuddered and came without his cock even being touched. Frank pet his head and kissed him softly as he continued to thrust in and out at the leisurely pace.

”So good baby, so good. Love you so much Petey, so much.”

”Love you too Frankie.”

It took a long time before Frank started to keen and buck up in an erratic rhythm. His breathing became labored and Pete wanted to encourage him to go faster, but he knew it was not going to happen. Frank had to do this his way, at least in this room. He made a vague reminder to ask about Gerard’s room when Frank bucked one last time and spilled hotly into Pete. He fell forward onto Pete’s chest and Pete carded his fingers through Frank’s hair. Frank pulled out and began to clean the two of them up with the towel. Then he lay back down and they cuddled until they fell into a satisfied sleep.

***Mixed POV***

They're piling back into the hotel suite with three bellboys close behind them, holding all their bags.

"Here's fine."

Gerard pointed to the trunk in front of the bed. Spencer went to the mini bar and started for a bottle of whiskey. Gerard was eyeing one bellboy in particular. He had shaggy black hair and eyes that were as blue as the sky. He wanted to ask him to stay behind. He looked at Spencer as he poured the glasses and then back to the bellboy.

"Hey, stay behind. I'm gonna need a favor from you."

Gerard touched his shoulder lightly and the man blinked dumbfounded, but nodded sternly nonetheless. Spencer took a seat at the bar with his legs crossed and rose a brow in Gerard's direction.

"What?"

Gerard looked at Spencer as he went through one of the bags and pulled out a mini gown and rushed to the bathroom after he snatched his glass off the bar.

"Oh nothin'..."

Spencer mumbled to himself as he looked to the bellboy, standing by the bed, who stayed behind when the others left. Gerard got into the gown and finished his whiskey fast. He was already tipsy and his body was quivering just thinking about what he was about to do. Frank did say he was a free agent.

"Gerard! I'm gonna' give Jack a shot of whiskey."

Jack, Gerard thought. The named suited him.

"Sure. I'm almost done."

Gerard needed something right now. Going through his personal clutch bag, he pulled out a baggie of coke. He reached for the razor inside his clutch and poured a decent amount of the drug onto the bathroom counter and fixed up a line. He rolled up a dollar bill he had and pushed it against his nostril and snorted up the line expertly. He pulled back gently and pressed his fingers on his nose and rubbed lightly as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Spencer and Jack were talking loudly and Gerard concentrated on the bellboy’s deep voice. He figured they were buzzed from the liquor by now. Gerard pulled open the bathroom door and leaned against the frame.

"Hey there Jacky boy.”

Jack slugged down the shot of whisky in one gulp. He stumbled backwards with the movement and landed on the bed. He was pretty sure that a guy had walked into the bathroom, but now what emerged blurred the lines of both masculine and feminine. Jack felt his breath hitch as he watched the creature walk...no stalk over to him. His cock twitched as his brain tried to compute.

"What's a matter Jacky boy, Gerard got your tongue?"

Spencer was laughing watching Gerard work the floor. He was so good at this and Spencer was going to enjoy the show.

Gerard climbed over him and murmured in to his ear seductively.

"I don't bite baby,...hard that is."

Jack's first instinct was to shove Gerard back, but instead he found himself mesmerized. This man was alluring.

"I-I-I-I've never done anything with a man before."

Spencer had heard that line a thousand times before. When were people going to understand that pleasure should not be dictated by gender? He would have articulated this, but he was fucking drunk already and Gerard looked too damn good.

"Ah, well, today's your lucky day. You'll be doing it with two."

Gerard gazed over at Spencer as he climbed into Jack's lap. Spencer smirked, he stepped away from the bar and pulled the scarf off his neck, coming up behind Jack he placed it over his eyes.

"What do you think, Spence? Think he can handle it?"

Gerard ran his fingers through Jack's hair.

"Maybe things will be a little easier for our Jackie boy if he can’t see. This way he does not have to worry about ruining his perfect heterosexuality."

Jack gasped as the world was plunged into a pink satin haze. He could still make Gerard out, but there was a sheen about him that he could have been a woman at that moment.

"That's no fun."

Gerard pouted, climbing out of the bellboys’ lap. The poor thing was trembling and sweating all over, he's hard though. Gerard can see his bulge and that excited him. The slightest ounce of guilt he felt at that moment flew out of his mind.

Jack felt the loss of Gerard from his lap. It was actually uncomfortable. He reached out for the drink he placed on the table next to the sofa. He could hear the glass clinking against the table as he tried to steel his nerves. Dammit, he needed something stronger.

"Uh, do one of you have something a little stronger?"

Spencer looked at Gerard and saw him smirk. He was pretty sure that Gerard was about to head into the bathroom again.

"Gee, do you think that is a good idea?"

Gerard sashayed into the direction of the bathroom.

"He did say 'something a little stronger'."

"What is he going to get?"

Spencer shook his head, once Gerard had an idea there was no stopping him.

"Just a little sugar for you babe. Relax, he is going to take good care of you, and we are going to take good care of him."

Gerard stepped back in to the bedroom with what he knew would ease bellboy-Jack's nerves.

"Best of the best..."

Gerard murmured to himself after sucking on his index finger and then pressed it in to the baggie of white powder.

Jack relaxed a little and Spencer realized that he was more nervous about him than Gerard. He laughed out loud.

"Relax man, no one is going to fuck you. Trust me, he is the one that wants all the cock for himself."

Spencer saw Gerard look at him as he laughed and one of Gerard's perfect smirks grazed his lips. Spencer was so caught up in staring at Gerard, God he wanted to fuck him so badly, that he almost missed Jack trying to get his attention. Spencer leaned over so that Jack could whisper in his ear.

"S-S-So we double team him then?"

"Yeah that's the idea. Hey if it's easier you can get his mouth."

Jack relaxed a little at that idea. Yeah, he could pretend he was a chick if he did that.

After taking a taste Gerard readied the lines on the silver tray on the night stand and then carried the drugs to the bed.

"Time for the main course."

Spencer guided Jack to make his way up the bed so that his back was to the headboard. Spencer sat next to him holding his hand as he watched Gerard with awe. Gerard knew that he was not going to take anything, but that was his choice. He was also not going to let Gerard push the poor kid into it, but if Jack took it willingly it was out of Spencer’s hands.

"S-S-So what do we have?"

"My favourite, rum and coke…minus the rum."

Gerard giggled, leaning over and snorted a line. He pulled back and rubbed his face furiously.

Jack watched Gerard sniffing the drug. He had never done anything stronger than pot, well except for that one rave he went to. Hey everyone was doing X so he figured why not. He got pretty fucked up, but had a great time. If the X didn’t hurt him, then one line could not hurt right?

Gerard looked up at Spencer with saucer eyes and crawled into Jack's lap.

"Y'should try it, Jack. It's really good. It's just what you need. I don't wanna be the only one... please?"

Spencer watched as Gerard brought the tray to Jack and he willingly took the rolled bill that Gerard handed him. Jack allowed his head to be guided to hover over the tray. He set the bill to the line and Gerard told Jack to inhale slowly. Jack obeyed and Spencer watched the white line disappear. Jack brought his head back to the headboard and reached up and rubbed his nose.

"Fuck that burns!"

"It'll pass... It'll feel so good. You'll see."

Gerard murmured in to his ear.

"Let me know when you feel it."

Jack tipped his head back and groaned. His throat felt like it was coated with fabric. He felt something dripping down his throat and it was weird. After a few minutes though he started to feel good. Really good.

"I think I feel it now. It's just weird ya know?"

Gerard fell back against the bed and gnawed down on his bottom lip. His high was hitting him too, and hard.

"Y-yeah. Fuck yeah. Spencer. Fuck... Y-you should try it."

Spencer grinned, Gerard was so easy. He moved to him and grabbed him by the hair. He pulled him up and ghosted his lips over his ear.

"Na ah baby, turn around. It's not nice to turn your back on the guest of honor"

Gerard groaned and craned his neck to sneak a peek at Jack. His head was tipped back and his throat was revealed. Gerard lunged himself at the bellboy and attacked his throat in bites and kisses. Jack's hands found Gerard's hips and groped him there. Gerard unbuttoned Jack’s pants and eased them off. Jack's breath hitched in his throat when he was exposed to the cold air. His dick was hard and pulsating. Pre-cum shined on his head and Gerard licked his lips.

Jack tried to move as he heard Spencer say something? He was so high now. He could not feel anything. Jack giggled and knew he sounded stupid, but did not give a fuck. He was going to get his cock sucked by this gorgeous man. Yeah a man, he said it and fuck if he did not care anymore. He reached out and found Gerard's hair and pushed him down on his cock.

"Suck it bitch!"

"M'ahh..."

Gerard whined out, but complied nonetheless. He pressed the pucker of his lips around the bellboy's tip and then took him further... and further.

"Fuck Gee, look at you, you can’t wait can you?"

Spencer saw that things were progressing nicely. He wanted a piece of the action now too. He grabbed Gerard's ass and dragged it towards him. He pinched it and slapped it a few times before running his fingers along the crack. He ghosted over the hole and the noise Gerard made caused his body to shudder. Gerard pressed back against Spencer and bobbed his head up and down Jack's cock. He replied the only way he could in that moment... his actions. Spencer felt Gerard pressing back, but he was not ready just yet. It had been too long since he had tasted his flesh too. He ran his tongue across his ass, from one cheek to the other. He dipped into the middle and there it was. That taste that he remember so well. He cried out as he plunged his tongue inside without any warning. Gerard had to pull his mouth off of Jack so that he could let out a strangled moan. He realized he sounded ridiculous, but c'mon? Could you blame him?

Jack reached up and raised the blind fold off one of his eyes and peeked down at what caused Gerard to squeal out like that. The scene was almost better than porn for him... straight or lesbian porn. This was better because it was real, even if it was with two guys. Gerard's tongue was soft and his mouth was moist and wet. He was better than any chick he had before. There was no denying it. He was not going to last long though and Jack suddenly decided that this was not enough. Fuck if he did not want to feel the man, yes man fuck it, riding him.

"Hey hey, stop please I want to fuck you."

Spencer stopped when he heard this. He looked up and saw that Jack was wrecked. He wondered if he knew what he was saying, but he moved just the same. Gerard got up on his knees and straddled the bellboy.

"What made you change your mind Jacky boy?"

"You, your fucking mouth, the drugs, I don’t know, all I know is in the morning I ain't gonna remember a thing so fuck it, or rather fuck you."

"I'm glad to hear it! Show me what you got, straight boy."

Jack pushed Gerard off of him onto his back. He spread his legs and lined himself up. He was so high he did not even think of prepping as he pushed his way in.

"Hey man, easy, he may look like a girl, but he isn’t one! You can seriously hurt him!"

"Fuck I sorry man I just gotta, holy shit he's tight!"

Spencer looked down at Gerard and saw his face contorted in pain. Even though he had eaten him out, it was not enough prep. Spencer knew he had to take Gerard's mind off things. He moved so that he was straddling his shoulders.

"Fuck Gee, here just concentrate on this."

Gerard moaned out in pain and pleasure and blinked up at Spencer. Spencer leaned over Gerard and gave him his cock to suck on. He knew that Jack did not know about a prostate and would only hit Gerard's by accident. He really felt for the guy right now. Gerard took Spencer in to his mouth, eagerly, and used his hands to grip the base of Spencer's cock. Spencer was in fucking heaven. Gerard was so good with his mouth and tongue that he could have cum right then, he would not though. He needed to save himself for after Jack passed out to fix what was fucked up. Thanks to Pete, Spencer had more than enough orgasm denial to last a life time. He used all the tricks to counter Gerard's expert ministration on him. He heard Jack sputtering curses as he carelessly pounded into Gerard. At least Spencer was thankful enough that the coke would make him cum quickly. He heard Jack cry out as he gripped Gerard tightly and came hard in him.

Fuck fuck fuck, oh God yes, I....don’t feel...so goood."

Spencer watched as Jack pulled out of Gerard and then ran into the bathroom. He heard his spilling whatever was in him along with the whiskey. Well that was a mood killer. He helped Gerard up to the pillow and hugged him tightly.

"Sorry, man I am so sorry. I promise I will fix it as soon as he is gone."

Gerard groaned and flipped himself on to his stomach. He was still so damn high... He probably did not even hear the commotion Jack was making. Spencer heard the noises stop and looked up. Jack was passed out next to the toilet with a line of blood running from his nose. He was breathing so fuck him. He needed to take care of his best friend.

"Gee, baby, Gee come on, turn over, I gotta see if you’re okay."

"S-Spencer. I just... C'mon, I'm fine. I'm used to it."

"Fuck you, I don’t give a shit. I will not let some asshole use you high or not. Now I know you still want me, but I am not doing anything with you till I check you out!"

Gerard frowned at his best friend. Typical Spencer, he thought.

"I said I'm fine. Don't be a buzz kill... please."

Now Spencer was getting pissed. Gerard took too many chances and between getting fucked up by Bert, and he knew he could thank M. for the coke habit, Spencer had had it. He grabbed the scarf that was around Jack's head and used it to tie Gerard’s wrists together.

"Fuck you Gerard, you have a chance to be with a great guy and you’re gonna fuck it up for one more high?! Thank fucking God you won’t be doing this shit after you get married!"

Gerard croaked, tugging on the restraint.

"W-what? You can't tell me what to do, Spencer. You're not the boss of me."

"You're right I can't but your husband can. Your days of drugs and drinking are numbered as in one, tonight! Frank is straight edge. I got my ass beat by Pete for trying to give him a beer. This shit won’t fly with him, which is good because you need to get off of it!"

Spencer left the bed and grabbed the silver tray. he grabbed the baggie as well and went into the bathroom.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

Gerard was pissed now. Spencer was lying.

"Fucking gross man!"

Spencer dumped the coke into the toilet on top of the vomit. He stepped over the bellboy and hit the lever. Gerard crawled up on his knees and rolled himself off the bed. He hit the floor with a thud and jumped up on his feet as fast as he could. He screamed, bursting into the bathroom.

"Spencer!"

"I'm done Gee! Get your shit together or you’re gonna fuck up this one too!"

Gerard fell against the bellboy and cried on top of him.

"Why?! Why would you fucking do this to me?!"

Spencer closed his pants up and walked out of the bathroom.

"You are something else Gee. Find a new fucking maid of honor!"

"Fuck man! Fuck off! I'm gonna fuck it up no matter what! Frank's just going to get tired of me just like everyone else did and… wait... n-no! W-why?"

He pushed himself up and hurried out behind Spencer.

"I can’t do this anymore Gee. I can’t see you destroy yourself. I love you too much."

Spencer dropped onto the sofa. He was tired and his anger was spent. Gerard was trying to undo the scarf from his wrists, but it was useless. Damn Spencer and his Boy Scout skills.

"Just listen... ok, look, I'll stop."

"I just want you to have a real chance like I have. You are so much better than Mikey, why let him win?"

Gerard had given up on the scarf and plopped down next to Spencer on the sofa.

"I know... I know. I'm done. No more drugs."

Spencer looked at Gerard, he wanted to believe him, but he knew Gerard was still high. He chuckled as he watched Gerard struggle with the scarf. He grabbed the knot in the middle and pulled two areas. The scarf fell off.

"No more Gee.."

Gerard blinked hard and his face twitched. The coke was making him tweak out hardcore.

"I... ok. No more."

Spencer sighed, now he knew Gerard was lying.

"Look I'm gonna get going."

"No!"

Gerard grabbed his friend's arm aggressively and pressed him down on the sofa so he couldn't get up.

"Gee, you’re too high and I..."

"You can't. I'm... I need you. I'm hurt. I'm really hurt."

Spencer looked up at Gerard.

"What do you mean hurt?"

"Jacky boy. He... when he fuc--"

Gerard paused and felt his mind go black. He felt like he was powering off. His eyes rolled in to the back of his head and he fell against Spencer, blacking out.

"Gerard!”

Spencer pushed Gerard off of him. Gerard was limp and almost lifeless.

"Fuck fuck fuck!"

Spencer ran with Gerard in his arms and placed him int the bathtub. He turned on the cold water and aimed the nozzle at his chest before he turned on the shower.

"Come on Gerard, come on!”

Gerard whispered to Spencer, his breathing uneven and shallow.

"S-Spence... P-please don' tell... Frank... 'Bout t-this..."

"Oh man Gee, I gotta I just, you can’t do this to yourself. You fucking need help! What if you died just now over fucking a bellboy!?"

Spencer could see Gerard shaking and knew he was dropping from the high fast. Gerard chuckled weakly attempted to hoist himself out of the tub.

"Easy baby, easy."

Gerard shivered, climbing out of the tub slowly.

"Y-yeah...w-wild night, eh?"

Spencer brought a towel over and after stripping Gerard wrapped him in it. Spencer carried him back to the bed and gently lay him down. He repositioned the covers and made sure they were tucked around him. Gerard rolled on to his side and pushed his hands between his thighs for more warmth.

"I'm gonna take care of Jack, I'll be right back."

"S-Spencer..."

"Yeah baby?"

"Don't t-tell Frank... D-Don't tell him a-about this. Promise m-me."

"I can't I just. Look let me go take care of this first okay, and then we’ll talk."

Spencer got up and went in the bathroom. Jack was still passed out. He picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder. He moved to the front door while Gerard was watching him. He opened it up to see if anyone was in the hallway. He looked for cameras and saw none. Spencer moved quickly and brought Jack to the stairs. He opened the door and leaned him against the wall.

"You said it yourself Jacky boy, you won’t remember a thing in the morning so fuck it…and fuck you."

He kneed him in the balls hard and then let him slip to the ground. Spencer made his way back to the room quickly after that. Gerard sat up quickly when Spencer returned. He looked at the man, practically still a boy regardless of his age. It pained him that he was so vulnerable. He blamed all the assholes he had married before. Spencer knew that if Gerard would just get his shit together he would be alright. He hoped that Frank was the key to this. Spencer wanted to leave, but he just couldn't. Gerard did not abandon him when he was new in the house he could not abandon him here when he needed him the most. Spencer sighed and began to strip.

"Move over Gee."

Gerard scooted and pulled the blankets up for Spencer to crawl under. Spencer sighed. He laid down and let Gerard use his chest as a pillow.

"What am I going to do with you Gee?"

Gerard giggled, cuddling into his friend’s chest. He whispered into his skin.

"Whatever you want..."

"Ha ha ha, very funny, now come here."

Spencer wrapped an arm around Gerard and settled into the pillows. He was fucking tired. Too much drama and shit for one night. He just wanted to snuggle with Gerard and go to sleep. Gerard rubbed his hands down the inside of Spencer’s thighs.

"Spencer..."

"Oh no, go to sleep Gee. I mean it."

Gerard let out a deep breath and crawled over Spencer gently.

"Gerard..."

Gerard hissed, grounding his hips against Spencer's.

"Gerard, I'm fucking beat and ah ah."

"Shhh... you know where this is going so just give in. Besides we didn't get to finish earlier."

Gerard murmured, nibbling onto the other man’s earlobe.

"Shit Gee, it's not fair, you know just where to…"

Spencer let out a gasp as Gerard bit down on his neck at the perfect spot. Damn him for knowing all of Spencer’s weak points. Gerard roamed his hands over Spencer's cock and stroked him.

"Ah fuck."

Gerard knew they needed this. They needed to end the night right. Gerard was tired of ruining things.

"Right there...? Y'like that?"

Gerard teased, pumping him faster.

"Oh fuck, you know I do. Shit Gee, your fucking long fingers."

Spencer was fast becoming putty in Gerard's hands and Gerard knew it. Gerard's pace quickened and so did his breathing. Spencer sounded amazing... He felt amazing. He was perfect.

"T-there... c'mon."

He rolled off his friend quickly and lied down on his back. He didn't want Spencer to cum just yet... not because of his hand at least.

"Right yeah, just let me."

Spencer leaned over and found his bag from this morning. He pulled out the bottle of lube he brought from home. He popped the top and squirted a decent amount on his fingers. He crawled back over to Gerard and carefully moved around his entrances waiting to see if he reacted with pain at all. Gerard moaned, pushing against Spencer's digits. Spencer pushed in slowly and heard Gerard wince. he knew that Jack he fucked him pretty hard and that Gerard was still raw from it. He also knew that the lube was burning a bit.

"Gee are you sure we should..."

"Yes."

Gerard urged, staring into Spencer's eyes. Spencer looked in Gerard's eyes and saw fear. Spencer wondered if Gerard thought he had to do this to get him to stay. Gerard knew all about using sex and his body to get what he wanted. He pulled his finger out and sat up.

"Gerard, why are you doing this? The truth now."

Gerard's brows furrowed in confusion.

"B-because I wanna'...?"

"Gee…come on, I know you better than that."

Gerard sighed and pushed Spencer down on his back.

"Am I going to have to show you how badly I want this?"

Spencer sighed.

"Are you gonna fucking talk to me? What am I just another guy for you to manipulate and then leave?"

Gerard blinked at his friend in disbelief.

"What are you even talking about?!"

"You that's what! I watch you use sex to get out of giving a shit about how you really feel. Just tell me the truth. I don't want to have to pull it out of you. Please Gee, I love you just tell me what you’re afraid of."

Gerard didn't want to talk about his feelings. He just wanted Spencer to shut up. He was too high to talk about this kind of shit.

"I'm not afraid of anything. Why do I have to be afraid?"

Spencer reached up and brushed his hand against Gerard's cheek. It was flush and covered with sheen of sweat. He moved it upwards through Gerard's hair.

"Please Gee, for me. I promise to give you want you want afterwards. Just… just talk to me."

"... F-fine. I'm... worried about Frank. What if he gets to know me more and hates me? What if he's just like all my other husbands?"

"Gerard, you have never let anyone see the real you. Even I have not in a long time. Maybe if you stopped putting on this mask and just be the one that I fell in love with at the house. Maybe you will have a real chance this time."

Gerard took a deep breath and shook his head.

"That boy's gone... How can I bring someone back from the dead?"

He said this and at the same time avoided Spencer's eyes. He was just going to feed him pity.

"Gee, come here."

Spencer carefully sat up and pushed Gerard back onto the pillows. He climbed over him and kissed him sweetly. He needed to show Gerard that he was still the same person that he met all those years ago. That he deserved love and to be cared for. He began to caress Gerard like he was made of something precious. He was something precious to Spencer. He made sure to touch every part of his body, except his cock. He wanted Gerard to see he was more than that. Gerard blinked and pressed his hands in Spencer's hair. He tugged gently and pulled him in to a kiss.

"Gerard you are so amazing and all those guys could not see it, but I know Frank does. He did not even care that you had been returned five times. The way he talked about you this afternoon, I think he really could fall in love with you and be the one."

Something about this moment was romantic, but not in a lover's sense. Their friendship was unique and the closer he was to Spencer the happier he was. He now realized he couldn't pull the sex card on him. Spencer wasn't a fiancé or an ex-husband... Spencer was his best friend.

”I know Spence.”

Spencer smiled, there he was. The boy he met and fell in love with. The one that held him when he cried his first night there. M. had been so rough with him and even though Spencer was not a virgin it still fucking hurt a lot. Gerard was there with a cool towel and a strong hand. He lovingly jerked Spencer off that night telling him how beautiful he was and how he was going to make some man very happy. He was there the first time Spencer got returned and they ate ice cream on the sofa while watching sappy chick flicks. It was natural that they became close enough to go beyond fooling around, but it was not about the sex, it was about the intimacy and closeness. When Spencer met Pete, Gerard was the first one to say that they were perfect for each other. He was his maid of honor and four years later they are still together.

"I love you Gee."

"I love you too Spencer."

That was enough for him. Spencer reached out for the bottle again and after reapplying it to his fingers he slowly pushed them into Gerard. He worked them in and out carefully knowing the Gerard did not like or need a lot of prepping. He was surprised that just Gerard admitting that he was afraid would get him so hard. He lined himself up and began pushing inside. Gerard gripped onto Spencer's shoulder and threw his head back. There it was. That feeling of being filled... Complete. What made it so much better was the fact that someone who genuinely cared about him was making him feel that way. Spencer loved seeing Gerard come apart like this. He loved the way his legs would pull him in closer. He loved the sounds that he was pulling from deep down inside of him. He liked to think right now only he got to hear them. He secretly hoped that Frank will hear them too eventually. Spencer's thrusts increased as he searched for that special spot to truly break Gerard. At last he heard Gerard cry out and he knew he hit it.

"T-there."

Gerard panted, pressing the palms of his hands on the back of Spencer's thighs. He needed more. Spencer pulled Gerard up into his lap. He knew he would have an easier time aiming for the right spot that way. Gerard tightened his hold on Spencer's back as he pushed down in time to meet Spencer's thrusts up. Spencer bit down on Gerard's neck as he worked his hands between them to take hold of Gerard's wilting cock.

"That's it baby, so good, feel so fucking good. Tight and perfect like always."

Gerard squeezed his eyes shut and listened to Spencer's praise. He got off on dirty talk during sex and Spencer knew that.

"Can you imagine what Frank is going to say when he sees you in all that lingerie? Fuck Gee he is going to ravish you. Just throw you down and have his way with you and you are going to love it aren’t you?"

Gerard nodded quickly and let out a breathy moan.

"Y-yeah... I hope he-ohgod-likes it."

Thinking of Frank, especially in that moment, made his heart skip a beat. It was overwhelming... Having Spencer inside of him and then the mention of his fiancé. Spencer wasn't playing fair.

Spencer could see that it was turning Gerard on even more that he was talking about Frank to him. Spencer didn't mind. He was not even jealous. At that moment too he knew what Frank was doing with Pete. Spencer just smirked. Gerard knew he did not play fair and Spencer was about to step up his game.

"Hey Gee, you know what's happening right now as I fuck you like this? Frank is fucking Pete. I heard them talking about it last night. Pete was talking to Frank on the phone and was so excited and making dirty talk about how much he loved his cock and wanted it inside of him one last time. Can you imagine what that is like? Having Frank thrust up inside you as he holds you down and pins your wrists to the bed. That is what he did to Pete you know."

Okay, he was close now... Gerard pressed into Spencer's thrusts and moaned loudly when his prostate was struck repeatedly. He cried out, wrapping his arms around Spencer's shoulders. He trailed his lips against his friend's jaw and gasped when his orgasm washed over him like a heavy wave.

"S-Spencer, I'm cumming!"

Perfect that is just what Spencer wanted. He waited until Gerard calmed down and then pulled out of him and flipped him over onto his knees. He pulled Gerard's ass back and gripped his hips hard as he pushed back in in one movement. Now that Gerard got the point, Spencer could have some real fun. He thrusted in and out of Gerard with a violent pace. He pulled Gerard's arms behind him and held them tight. With the other arm he pinned Gerard’s head to the mattress as he drove into him hard and fast. This was something they both loved. The power and control, but Spencer would never do it until Gerard came.

"Yeah fuck Gee, that's it. So fucking ugh, you have no idea what you do to me, just want to crush you into the bed and fuck the shit out of you long and hard."

Spencer heard Gerard saying something, but he was done with the sweet talk. Now it was time for making him scream.

"Come on Gee, you know you love it, come on scream for me."

Spencer aimed perfectly for his prostate and hit it over and over again. He could make Gerard cum again and this soon. It was all in how he thrusted and that was his goal.

"Ahhh. Ah. Ahhhh!"

Gerard squirmed under Spencer's brutal thrusts and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't getting hard again.

"That's it baby that's it. You did so good earlier, gonna fuck you so hard now you won’t be able to sit for a month! And you know what you’re gonna do for me Gee, you're gonna cum for me again."

Spencer pulled him backwards till he had his back to Spencer's chest. He wrapped an arm around Gerard's torso to keep the brutal pace up as he reached down and started to jack off his newly hardened cock. He felt Gerard shaking and spitting out curses left and right. Spencer tightened his grip as he finally allowed himself to build up and come closer to cumming.

"Gonna cum with me Gee? Huh? Gonna make a mess of the bed sheets so bad housekeeping will have to burn them? Come on Gee, that's it right there. Fucking let go and cum with me."

Gerard was done. His body convulsed and his head snapped back onto Spencer's shoulder. He couldn't even form a proper word, let alone a whole fucking sentence. Spencer watched as Gerard cried out and came a second time. He felt Gerard clench his muscles around him and that was it for Spencer. He came with a shout of his own buried in Gerard's neck. They both slumped over and stayed there for a few minutes panting and trying to catch their breath. Finally Spencer pulled out and moved the two of them onto their backs on the bed. He watched Gerard's breathing begin to even out. He schooled his own to relax.

"So…wedding planner huh?"

Gerard hummed and stretched his arms out.

"Mhmm... y-yeah... let me just…"

"Yeah, rest and then we'll eat something and go meet his chick."

Spencer pulled Gerard into his chest so that they were spooning. He kissed just behind his ear gently and heard Gerard giggle and then sigh. They slipped off into contented sleep.

Notes

Holy fuck, you guys are so lucky right now! 13,000+ words in this bitch. Our poor beta man, We feel for you ***Trixgrl***. I owe you big time.

Okay so we visited M. in this chapter and found out that Gerard has a slight substance abuse problem, fuck that he is a coke head! Poor straight edge Frank. We found out more about Spencer and Gerard's relationship and some of the little quirks that Frank has when he and Pete have it out...sort of. ^0^

Actually we had an idea that we ended up scrapping later on in the story, but it was fun to think that frank was gentle in the bedroom. It proved more fun though to let him be a little rougher later on...you will see. *smirk*

Please enjoy guys and as always, a million thanks to my partner in crime ***Digdeepenough***! I look forward to role playing with you every week. You are the Gerard to my Frank. ^-^