House Wife

Frank woke up to a fucking sunbeam in his face. Why the fuck did the sun shine brighter in the fall than in the summer? He groaned and turned on his side. His wife was sleeping peacefully next to him. He had one arm over his head and the other tucked under his pillow. Frank watched his breathing pattern for a bit. How pale and beautiful he looked. Gerard moved in his sleep and the covers pulled slightly off him to reveal his bare chest. Another shift and the sheet had slipped up to show a creamy white thigh. Frank felt his pulse racing. Never had he been with a more beautiful creature than Gerard. He could not understand why someone would want to hurt him in anyway…although his vulnerability made him a perfect target, but Frank knew more inviting things to do. He slid out of bed and moved to the closet. There he pulled out the play chest that he and Gerard put together. He pulled the few items out he needed and then returned to the bed. He carefully moved Gerard's arms above his head and secured them with the soft velvet lined cuffs. He then fit the molded gag over Gerard’s mouth and closed the clasp. Frank paid extra for the fitted gag so that Gerard would be comfortable and not have to explain away any marks while in public. Their playtime was for their eyes only. Frank did not want to share Gerard with anyone, not even other's thoughts of him. Once Gerard was secure he pulled the sheets off of him and revealed the tiny blue bikinis with the tied sides. He pulled on each side like he was opening up a much anticipated gift. When the sides fell away they revealed Gerard’s perfect cock, twitching from the sudden cool air. He's partially hard from natural morning wood and it makes Frank lick his lips. He wastes no more time and goes down on his wife all the way.


”Mmph, Mh mh mh.”

”Good morning to you too my love. Just relax and let me do all the work.”

Frank goes back down on a now awake Gerard and doesn’t even bother holding his hips and allows him to buck up into him as much as he wants. He can see Gerard twisting and turning in the cuffs. This is the reason they spent the time to find the velvet lined ones. Gerard moves around a lot and Frank did not want him to scar or cause any lasting damage to himself. Frank is so hard now and he figures it is about time for prepping. He pulls out the lube and slicks up three of his fingers. He plunges them one at a time into Gerard’s opening, being mindful of the angle to hit his prostate every time. Once he is sure that Gerard is ready, he pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the towel they keep near the bed. He crawls between Gerard’s legs and lines himself up. He pushed in easily with one smooth motion. Gerard is still good from last night’s fun. He starts up a steady rhythm mindful of the ever ticking clock. He knows he still has to hop in the shower before work, but fuck if Gerard does not feel so good. He leans in and grabs on his wrists, putting slight pressure on them as his thrusting increases.

”Fuck baby, so tight even after last night. Can feel you sucking me in further. Your ass, just can’t get enough of me can it?”

Frank can tell that the dirty talk is getting to Gerard. He is thrashing around and moaning through the gag. Frank moves one hand down to Gerard’s cock and begins to stroke him. He matches the pace with his own movements. He wants to bring Gerard up and fuck into him, but the position he is tied in makes it impossible. There is always next time though.

”Ah shit, so fucking close. Are you Gee? Want to cum for me? Come on let me see you cum.”

Frank moves around till he is hitting Gerard’s prostate again with each thrust. Gerard is sweating and making mewing noises through the gag and it is such a fucking turn on that Frank can’t hold out much more. Suddenly, Gerard can’t hold on either. After groaning and bucking he's cumming all over Frank’s hand and their bodies. That is all it took for Frank as he cried out and came hard into Gerard. He stuttered as he rode out his orgasm and then collapsed onto Gerard. He rested a few minutes when the alarm went off.

”Fuck really? Already?”

Frank hit the alarm and turned it off. He undid Gerard’s cuffs and then kissing him on the forehead padded his way to the bathroom.

***Gerard***

Frank was kind of rough that round, but Gerard wasn't going to lie... he liked it. He liked seeing Frank shudder and ram into him at the same time. That meant he was enjoying himself and to be honest Gerard had always been the one to please others. As soon as Gerard hears Frank enter the shower he rolled out of bed and rubbed the side of his neck. ‘Time to get to work’, Gerard thought as he slipped on his robe and slippers. He went to tidy up Kat's room first since it was the closest. Normally the kid's rooms would be clean, but since they were both home last night, and after what happened in Kody’s room, he kind of owed it to them in his eyes. He flicked on her bedroom light and looked around. Her room was already neat and it smelled like raspberries and vanilla... sort of how she smelt, so Gerard figured it was the work of a fragrance she fancied. Sure enough on her vanity was a collection from Bath and Body Works of Black Raspberry and Vanilla. Gerard chuckled that his step-daughter wore something from the Sexy collection while he preferred Warm Vanilla Sugar from the Cuddler’s side. He tried fragrances on the Romantic side and they were just too floral for him. He moved onto cleaning her desk up. He didn't normally peep, but her folders and sketch books were laid out on her desk and Gerard couldn't help himself. He flipped the sketchbook open to the first page and his eyes shot wide open. It was him! A perfect sketch of him. Gerard looked over the intense detail and his heart fluttered, and he could have sworn he heard harp music go off. He didn't know she was so talented and so fond of him. Gerard stared at the drawing for another minute or so until he decided to put it where he found it. He made her bed and put away some of her clothes she had lying around.

”Girls can be pretty easy sometimes.”

Gerard spoke aloud to himself as he realized he was done in only ten minutes. Next he moved to Kody's room and took a deep breath before he opened the door. It was nowhere near as neat as Kat's so he went straight to cleaning. He threw out a ton of garbage, vacuumed the floor, made the bed and tossed a bunch of smelly clothes into his hamper.

”Teenage boys, gottah love 'em.”

After dropping the laundry off and starting the washing machine, he went downstairs to the kitchen to make Frank and himself breakfast. He already knew what he was going to make, blueberry pancakes with orange juice, and a coffee of course. He pulled open the fridge and grabbed everything he needed. Once he got to work he had a habit of zoning out and humming to himself. He literally goes into a different world and barely notices anything else. It was a good thing, most of the time, but when he was with someone as abusive as Bert it was a con. He would never hear Bert calling him or asking him to do something later on. When that happened Bert would lash out, grab him by his hair and shove him against the nearest wall and call him a deaf bitch. Those days were over, so now when he's in his zone he's happy because he knows Frank won't beat him or rape him or call him a names for not hearing him. Gerard flipped the last pancake and served it on Frank’s plate at the breakfast nook alongside his glass of orange juice and some coffee. Right on time, Frank's walking into the kitchen. He's dressed in a three piece silver suit and talking on his cellphone. Gerard thought he looked amazing.

"Yeah, you know that already. Of course, by noon. Alright, buddy, see you soon."

He ended the call and slipped his cellphone in his back pocket.

"Smells good, baby."

Gerard felt weird that he was watching him clean the stove.

"Yeah? Well sit down and eat then honey.”

Frank wiggled his brows at his wife and plopped down in his seat and started to dig in. Gerard watched him take his first bite and he beamed when his husband moaned in delight and gave him a thumbs up.

"Stop being so perfect and making me feel so fucking lucky.”

Gerard giggled.

”Stop talking with your mouth full, and besides, I think I'm the lucky one here.

Gerard turned back around to wipe down the counters. He bent over to clean some of the batter that dripped on the lower cabinet door. He heard a scrap from the chair, but ignored it. Gerard didn't notice Frank was behind him until he felt the older man’s hands on his waist and pulling him back against his chest.

"Uh-uh-uh, now how can I eat when you are bent down like that so seductively for me?"

Frank made a tsking noise as he pulled Gerard’s robe up around his hips. His ass was still bare from this morning and Frank’s hands were pulling his cheeks apart and fingering him, teasingly, with his two fingers. Gerard gasped and slumped forward clutching onto the counter and gnawed down on his bottom lip.

"Yeah, you like that baby? Want my cock in there again so soon? Oh fuck you do, you little slut, just got fucked and you want it again. Well your wish is my command.”

Again, Gerard gasped and bucked his hips. Frank's dirty talk was so fucking sexy he wanted to cum right then and there. Frank lowered his slacks below his thighs and rammed the head of his cock inside Gerard with no more warning. Normally it would be a bit of a struggle to get inside due to their standing position, but being he was still wet from this morning, Frank managed to sink in all the way to the hilt in one smooth move. They both moan out into the silence and Gerard pushes himself up and rams back against Frank's hard thrusts. Strangely, Frank was quiet... well, besides all his grunting and heavy breathing. His nails dug into Gerard's hips and it was a little painful, but Gerard lived for pain and pleasure mixed together. Frank was on his spot and it caused him to slump forward on the counter again, moaning and panting. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed throughout the kitchen and Frank shuddered at how Gerard tightened around his cock. That brought him over the edge. He came after a few more thrusts and groaned out loudly. Gerard managed to get his hand around his own cock and jerked himself off hastily, smoothing his thumb over the leaking head and that did it for him... Frank was still inside of him, his cum sliding down out of Gerard and dripping down his thigh. He came with one more thrust from Frank and cried out into the heavy silence.

"F-Fuck..."

His cum hit the cabinet underneath him and he sighed when Frank slid out of him.

"Thank god I got none of it on my suit. That would have been fun to explain at the meeting."

Frank grabbed a bunch of napkins from the counter and after wetting them slightly, cleaned himself up. Gerard pushed himself up on his elbows and looked back at Frank with a sheepish smile etched on his face. Frank chuckled at him and lowered his robe before getting one last look at Gerard's ass and legs.

"Look at that mess. I'm everywhere."

Frank started to clean Gerard off a little.

"I love it. I get kind of sad when I wash it off."

Gerard smirked, fixing his robe and taking the cum filled napkins from Frank and tossing them.

"You'll get more of that later baby, don't you worry."

Gerard turned around and pulled Frank in to a deep kiss.

"Can't wait."

Frank was out the door when the alert went off on Gerard’s phone to remind him that he had a meeting with Kent. Shit, he forgot to tell Frank. Oh well, he would tell him about it later. He turned off the water and dried his hands. He headed upstairs to shower and get dressed.

***Gerard & Kent***

Gerard had just finished fluffing his hair in the vanity mirror when the doorbell sung through the house. He quickly gathered his bag and cellphone and rushed down the stairs. He didn't know why, but his intuition was telling him something... warning him about this 'Kent'. He ignored the little voice like he usually did and pulled open the front door. Gerard saw that Kent was wearing a white suit with no tie this time. The baby blue of the shirt was a contrast to the less then sweet smirk on Kent's face as he looked Gerard up and down.

"Why hello there Mrs. Iero. Uh...do you still need time to get ready?"

"Kent, um, hi. No, I planned on going like this."

Gerard looked down at his own attire and then looked back up at Kent.

"Is it gonna' be an issue?"

"Well, the place does have a bit of a dress code. I mean you don’t have to dress to the nines or anything, but they do put a bit of a kibosh on tee shirts and jeans, even though you look fantastic in them. They have business meetings there all the time so I am sure you can understand this."

Kent did have to admit that he was having trouble keeping his mind on the conversation. Gerard looked better than any women in the tight jeans he was wearing. Kent wondered how he got in them and are they are hard to get off?

"So... would you prefer I change into something more appropriate?"

Gerard had trouble listening to Kent babble.

"I mean, if you would like we could go upstairs and you could point out something more suitable for the dress code. I mean since I have never been there before.”

He knew he needed to be careful with his words around this man, something told him Kent was not completely harmless.

"Why yes, Gerard, that sounds like an excellent idea. Please after you."

Kent could not believe how easy this guy was making it for him. Gerard shut the front door once Kent stepped in and started for the staircase and then stopped halfway.

"Listen, if I came off as rude or disrespectful because of what I was wearing I am sorry, but you never mentioned a dress code.”

"Oh no, you are doing just fine Gee, just fine. Now shall we make our way to your bedroom? After all we do have a reservation to keep. *light hearted chuckle*"

As he followed Gerard through the living room, Kent looked at all the items. Iero was certainly loaded. He wondered if Gerard was a gold digger of sorts. He allowed Gerard to gain a few steps in front so that he could make the creature feel more at ease and it gave a good view of his ass as they walked up the stairs. There was that unconscious sway again and Kent was just eating it up. They passed a few rooms and Kent casually glanced in and saw that they were the kid’s rooms. They were very neat so he assumed that Gerard was the one caring for them. They arrived at the bedroom and Gerard opened the door and stepped in. Kent saw the expression on Gerard's face change suddenly. He looked over to where he was looking and noticed that the bed was in disarray. Apparently he had forgotten to make it. Kent realized that meant that Gerard and Iero had a morning tryst. He saw how badly the sheets were tangled adn that there were handcuffs attached to the head board and smirked.

"Oh don't worry Gee, we are all adults here, after all what is the bedroom for if not to fool around in right? *light hearted chuckle*"

"Uh, y-yeah... let me just, uh."

Gerard trailed off, going to the bed and grabbed the tube of lube from the sheets and put it where it belonged in the nightstand. Ge quickly disengaged the cuffs and grabbed the gag. He straightened out the sheets a little too. He then went to his walk-in closet and flicked the switch on. he found the toy box and placed them inside.

"So, d'you wanna' pick?"

He called out and Kent stepped in a little too close and smirking, looked over his shoulder at the contents of the toy box. Gerard could see him eyeing some of items and he knew he had dirty thoughts in his head because of the way he licked his lips. He figured that Kent would make a comment about the contents, but instead he surprised him by reaching out and grabbing an outfit.

"I think this one would be appropriate."

Kent handed Gerard a man's red button down shirt with a pair of women’s low slung black slacks. He made sure to do it with a functional look so that Gerard would not see what he was really thinking. Then to add icing to the cake Kent made sure he had a completely straight face when he made his next remark.

"My ex-wife had something similar to this. I wonder if you shop at the same place?"

Kent watched the expression that came over Gerard's face being compared to his ex, well not really, wife.

”Um…does she shop at Fredrick’s of Hollywood? I like to buy a lot of my clothes there. They fit my figure well.”

"I am sure they do, I am sure they do. So head into the bathroom and I will wait for you here and find shoes to match."

"Right...I won't be long."

Gerard scurried to his bathroom and locked the door after he got it closed. For all he knew Kent would find an excuse to barge in while he was changing. He felt it'd be better to avoid that from happening.

While Gerard was occupied Kent went to grab a pair of shoes when something caught his eye. It was a pink men’s bikini and it had already been worn. Kent snatched it up and stuffed it into his pocket.

Gerard was dressed in a few minutes, but before he exited the bathroom he looked at his reflection and frowned. He felt stupid for bringing Kent up in to his and Frank’s room. Frank wouldn't like it one bit if he knew or ever found out. He tore his gaze away from the mirror and yelped when the knock at the door brought him back to reality.

"Are you all set in there or did you fall in? *light hearted chuckle*"

Kent was leaning against the side of the door frame when Gerard emerged. He looked him up and down and nodded in approval. He handed Gerard a pair of his red heeled ankle boots.

”I think these set off the outfit nicely.

Kent left the room not waiting for Gerard to put the boots on and set off down the hall and the stairs without another word. Kent's head was too busy filled with the things he explored in Gerard's bedroom while he was dressing. Also with the souvenir in his pocket.

’That was... awkward’, Gerard thought as he trotted down the stairs and out the door to hop into Kent's car. He should not have been surprised that it was a Mercedes. Clearly Kent was compensating.

"Please excuse the mess. I really need to take her to be detailed again."

Kent put on his aviator glasses as he watched Gerard buckle in.

Gerard looked around and shook his head.

"It's fine."

Gerard crossed his legs after buckling up and looked at Kent. He looked even creepier with the shades on.

Kent reached up near Gerard's head and opened the sun roof slightly. He turned the car on and gunned the engine a little and smiled at Gerard. He turned on the radio and found a good rock station. The song ended before he could pull the car into drive and the news started up. Before he could change the channel, a familiar name was mentioned.

"Mr. Iero will be introducing the new band at this weekend’s rock fest."

Kent reached out again to change the channel.

"Whoa, hey, don’t, I heard Frank’s name."

”Yeah, we are pretty excited for this opportunity. This new band is amazing and is going to turn the world of Ska upside-down with it's sound. There has never been anything like them before. We are also excited about the turn out for their contest to win tickets and backstage passes. The response was overwhelming and it means that putting out that video on YouTube was a smart move. Anyway, thanks again and we can’t wait to see all of you there!

”That was pretty cool! I did not know Frank did radio interviews.”

Kent could not help noticing how Gerard radiated and glowed at hearing his husband’s voice. No matter though, Kent was smooth enough to overcome this. He did it with Maxienne and the other sectaries he has had over the years... not to mention a few of his buddy’s wives. Oh no, Gerard is a welcome challenge for the Master of Seduction.

”Really? Wow, even I knew that and it isn't my kind of music. Do you know anything your husband does for his job? I mean I know you are still a new bride and all, but he must have talked with you about it right?”

Gerard slumped his shoulders and then looked out the window. He spoke quietly which made Kent smile.

”Oh, we really have not had time to talk about it yet.”

"Oh, what a shame kitten, well I am sure he will tell you about it soon....hmmm, maybe he will even invite you to the rock fest, but it is Friday today isn't it? Maybe he is going to surprise you later then."

Kent smirked as he planted seeds of doubt in Gerard about his husband. Perhaps hearing that was not such a bad thing after all for his own means.

"So shall we get going?"

Gerard smiled weakly and nodded.

The perfect song came on and Kent smiled and tore out of the driveway. He had a feeling that Gerard liked a little speed and a little danger and Kent was both of those. Kent was caught a little off guard by Gerard’s next comment.

"So, do you always take parents and guardians out to lunch like this? Or is it your secretaries you do that for?"

Kent could see that Gerard was trying to get a rise out of him. He loved it. It was more attention for him. He schooled his expression perfectly and smoothly answered the poor boy.

"Oh, did Maxienne blab about how I took her out to lunch for her birthday while you were waiting for me? I just felt so bad for her. He friends stood her up and the poor dear was crying so."

He waited for that to sink in and then went on.

"Yes, when the action calls for a meeting I prefer to go to a place that makes the parents more comfortable and eating out is just perfect for that.

Gerard chuckled and then lowered the volume on the radio. He didn't want his words to go unheard.

"Kiss ass. I see why you're a counselor now."

Kent gave his first genuine smile to Gerard. He was surprised at his answer and liked it. Maybe he would not have to fake completely for the man to like him...then he could go in for the kill.

"Hey, my mom said I would have made a good car salesman too."

Kent smiled at Gerard and tipped his sunglasses up and down. He let out a genuine laugh.

"Oooh, yeah, uh-huh. I see it. You've got those schmoozing skills down to perfection."

Gerard flashed him the O.K. sign.

"You remind me so much of my second husband. He too was a little bit cocky."

Gerard blurted this out accidentally and mentally slapped himself.

"Interesting....so Mr. Iero is actually your third husband? Hmmm, you do not strike me as that old, when did you first get married...if I may be so bold to ask."

Kent saw Gerard fidget when he said third husband. It was almost a reflex. Could he have been married more?

"That's a little personal. As for my first husband his name is Daniel Scot Williams."

He felt so weird saying the man’s name, especially his middle name.

”Williams...I went to school with someone named Williams. Use to call him Scotty Boy. Pissed him off too.*good natured laugh*. Good guy, we were on the track team together. He was a runner, while I did field. Like to party too, but didn't we all at that age. I believe he majored in Law Enforcement. Wanted to become a detective or something. Funny the things you remember from college. Oh, where did you matriculate Gee?"

Gerard swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head slowly. But of course Kent knew Scot fucking Williams.

"Scot was the name of my first husband’s son."

Gerard hung his head and let out a deep breath. The memory of the repeated rapes flooded in to his mind. The boy was strong, brutal and absolutely merciless. Gerard endured it for almost the entire marriage. In the end Daniel had accused him of wanting it in the first place and had believed his son when he lied and said Gerard seduced him.

"I don't doubt that you were best friends with him."

Kent could sense that something shifted in the air. Gerard was hugging himself a bit and he had a look of fear in his eyes. Wait, did he just confirm that he knew Scot? But that made no sense! Scot was the same age as he was and yet Gerard was married to his dad? If Kent remembered correctly, Daniel was in his 40's when he knew Scot. If that was the case then....

"I was not exactly friends with him in that sense, just sports and a few frat parties. We were in different houses so....uh you were married to his father you say? Small world then isn't it?"

At that moment they arrived at the restaurant and Kent thought it was smart to not continue this until he had more answers.

"Ah, look we are here."

The valet opened the door for Gerard. Kent stepped out and handed the other valet his keys. He moved onto the sidewalk and saw that Gerard was still closed in.

"Hey, sorry for bringing up anything bad. If it makes you feel better I have a few pics of Scot being an ass drunk and dancing on a couch "Risky Business" style, but with ruffled granny panties. I can give them to you for blackmail material."

Gerard chuckled and shook his head slowly.

"Nah, I'm good, but I'll come to you if I ever need them."

"Terrific, now onto a more tasty subject than Scot could ever be."

Kent held the door for Gerard as they walked into the dim light restaurant. The maître’d greeted Kent.

"Il Sig. Apex, bentornato e chi è questoincantevole creatura che sono qui con voioggi?”

{“Mr. Apex, welcome back and who is this enchanting creature you have with you here today?”}

”Ah, il Sig. Rinaldi, questa creatura si spera laprossima conquista se giocare le mie carte. Èpossibile contribuire non è?"

{“Ah, Mr. Rinaldi, this creature is hopefully my next conquest if I play my cards right. You will help won't you?"}

”Naturalmente non si può certo dimenticare ilvostro speciale potente vino troppo, appositamentepreparati per farlo cadere nel vostro giro.”

{“Of course of course, we have your special potent wine too, specially prepared to make him fall into your lap.”}

”Grazie, grazie e come sempre sarà bencompensati per la cooperazione e il silenzio.”

{“Thank you, thank you and as always you will be well compensated for your cooperation and silence.”}

Gerard shifted when the two men started speaking in a language he could not understand, it was not like when Frank did it and he knew they were talking about him. Feeling insecure he went to take Kent's arm, but immediately recoiled. He was just so use to holding onto a man’s arm that he'd completely forgotten who he was with.

”Oh sorry, force of habit with Frank, my husband, you know.”

Kent laughed and grabbed for Gerard's arm. He curled it around his arm again and patted it fondly. Kent liked this feminie side of Gerard although he did not like that he mentioned Iero. Kent continued to chat with the maître’d as they were shown to the table that Kent always used. It was away from the rest of the crowd with a large glass aquarium that blocked the view from the other patrons. Kent could remember seducing many a women behind the glass and he smirked at the prospect of doing it again. The table was cozy and intimate too with a half booth. He knew that his favorite bottle of wine would be brought over and then the games would begin.

"W-We should talk about Kody."

He felt so uncomfortable with Kent right now. Especially since they were sort of getting along. He wanted to get right to business and then leave. He was disgusted with himself on so many levels.

"Of course of course kitten, but let’s order first, I am starving."

Kent chuckled as Gerard picked up the menu and realized it was in another language.

"Uh..."

Gerard lowered the menu and frowned. It was like being back in Paris with Frank, but he was not having fun or impressed. He just felt intimidated.

"What, you don't read Italian? No matter, I will order for you."

Kent snaps his fingers and calls the waiter over.

La signora avrà una semplice insalata. Ha perguardare la sua figura dopo tutti.

{“The lady will have a simple salad to start. She has to watch her figure after all.”}

The waiter chuckled at this.

”Quindi noi lo faremo un piatto di calamari, gliamanti di mantenere la durata.”

{“Then we will share the calamari, lovers need to keep up their stamina after all.”}

”Ottimo Sir e posso dire che questo è moltointeressante.”

{“Very good Sir and may I say this one is intriguing.”}

The waiter bowed to Gerard and left the table. Gerard watched the waiter leave then glared at Kent.

"What'd you say?"

"Oh, well I ordered you a simple salad to start with, and then something for us to share since I do not want to overextend the school's line of credit."

Kent leaned back in his seat and took a sip of the water.

"So, how well do you get along with your step son, Mrs. Iero?"

"Um, we get along just fine. He's a good kid."

"I see. Are you aware that he has a substance problem? He has been caught on school grounds on more than one occasion carrying marijuana and bags of varying non-descriptive colorful pills. We do frown upon recreational drug use at the Academy."

Kent took on a stern voice when he said this, but he carefully watched Gerard's expression. He was pretty sure that Gerard had used before in his life. This would be a rough thing for him to deny. If he does not know of Kody's drug usage he is guilty of neglect, and if he does know...well he has to explain himself.

Gerard sighed and rolled his eyes.

"At least it wasn't hard drugs."

"And you would know from hard drugs how?"

Gerard was spared from answering this as the waiter brought the wine to the table. He placed glasses down and then showed Kent the bottle. Kent nodded and the waited poured some for Gerard and then himself.

"So... wanna' keep bashing my step son?"

"I am not bashing him Mrs. Iero, I am just trying to get a better idea of his home and personal life with you as new parental figure. They all can have an effect on his education you know."

Gerard sipped on his wine and rolled his eyes again.

"He's not an idiot."

"I don't doubt that he is, but his grades have steadily dropped in the last two years, and well we have to be concerned about that of course. Ah, our first course is here."

The waiter sets a fresh salad down in front of Gerard and bottle of oil and vinegar. In front of Kent is a bowl of soup that smells amazing.

Gerard unconsciously downed his wine, his eyes on Kent the whole time. When he set his glass down and grabbed his fork. He coughed, slightly agitated, the wine was hitting him faster than usual. Maybe it was because it was Italian? He leaned forward in the seat and started to eat his salad. He added the oil and vinegar and moved it around. The salad was really good and refreshing. Maybe he should come here with Frank. He would like this a lot.

Kent smiled and refilled Gerard's glass making sure to not drink from his own and stick with the water. He knew it would not take long for the wine to affect him. He grabbed a piece of bread and then dipped it into his soup. The lighting was dim enough that he could watch Gerard eat while he nibbled his food. He admired how carefully Gerard poured the vinegar and then the oil over the vegetables and then nibbled daintily on a lettuce leaf. Everything the man did was so ladylike.

"You know, you said that you never finished school. Perhaps that would be a good thing for Kody to see you accomplish."

"Yeah, I guess, but ya know... if the school keeps giving him trouble he'll wanna' drop out. So maybe you guys should try and listen to him and understand how he feels."

Gerard chewed and then set his fork down. He grabbed his glass of wine and sipped on it. It really was good and went down easily.

"I left school because I was constantly harassed and bullied. Not because I wanted to leave. I had no choice."

"How old were you when you dropped out?"

"Sixteen."

Gerard leaned forward with his elbows resting on the table. He was getting a little lightheaded now. Maybe he needed to drink some water. He grabbed for the glass and took a sip of the cold liquid.

"Wow, so you married Daniel right after that huh? Oh don’t look so surprised, I just did the math since Scot and I are the same age. We were freshman at the time and he said his dad just got remarried."

Kent did not say that Scot referred to his new step mom as a sweet piece of ass.

"I am just wondering why, and why to a man that was old enough to be your father?”

Gerard set his glass down on the table hard and shot a death glare at Kent.

"We're here about Kody. I'm not here for an interview."

”My goodness Gee, no one is interviewing you. I realize that this is not about you, but Kody is the same age and I am sure he has asked you questions about your previous marriages. It would help me to know what he does."

"What if I told you I was sexually attracted to Daniel? Would you believe me? What if I told you he had an amazing cock and I just loved sucking on it until he came all over my face. But that wouldn't be any of your goddamn business, now would it?!"

Gerard hissed, downing his wine again. He grabbed the bottle this time and filled up the glass again, forgetting what he told himself.

"And I did talk to Kody because I don’t hide things from my son, but that's also none of your fucking business either!"

Kent was sent back by the force of Gerard's confession. He could also tell that Gerard was getting drunk now. Time to go in for the kill.

"Easy there kitten, alright, we need to get out of here and talk about this in a more private place. My home is just around the corner. I can make you coffee and then you can tell me more about your 'education'.

Kent rises from his seat and goes to take Gerard's arm.

Gerard adverted his eyes up to Kent and shook his head slowly. He pulled his arm out of Kent's grip. He used a tone of voice to warn the older man.

"No. We'll stay here. Don't... just don't grab me like that."

"Now now Kitten, I think you are little too drunk to know what is best for you right now."

Kent pulls Gerard up out of the chair and Gerard falls against him. Kent wraps an arm around his waist taking a firm grip and caressing the flesh that exposes itself when his shirt rides up a bit.

"Whoa there, see what I mean? You can’t even stand. Come on, let’s get you on my couch and some warm liquid into you."

Gerard cringed and shoved Kent away from him. He snapped. He fucking snapped. He grabbed Kent's glass of wine off the table and threw the drink in his face.

"I said don't fucking touch me and you are not getting anything into me, least of all your flaccid cock!"

Kent stumbled back, and Gerard pulled his fist back and punched the older man across his jaw with all his strength.

Kent reeled back from the blow and crashed into the giant aquarium. The whole restaurant turned to look at him. He was soaked from the water and fish were flopping everywhere on him. He did not think that Gerard had it in him to hit like a man, but Kent was not going to take it lying down. If Gerard wanted to be a man, then he would take it like a man too. Then he would bend him over and show him what a real man could do with his strength.

"You fucking bastard!"

Kent scrambled up and grabbed Gerard's shirt he pulled his fist back as he watched Gerard cringe in his grasp, but instead of connecting with Gerard’s face he felt himself go flying backwards again. He connected with the wall hard enough to knock him out.

"No one touches my fucking property!"

"Frankie!"

Gerard gasped. He was grateful that his husband was here, but at the same time he felt like he was caught cheating.

"Gee, what why are you here and with... who the hell is that anyway?"

"T-the school counselor. He invited me to lunch to discuss Kody."

"Why would he want to talk to you and not me about my son?"

Gerard was a little hurt when Frank said this, but he looked over at Kent and shook his head.

"I wanted you to come..."

"Let me guess, that bastard convinced you not to tell me?"

"N-N-No, I was going to tell you... I was gonna' tell you this morning, Frank. It completely slipped my mind because of…”

"Ah, um yes well... that would be my fault. I did tell you not to say anything didn’t I?"

Gerard gripped on to Frank’s arm still feeling really drunk, but also feeling something else stirring inside him. Like a fire slowly building in his groin. He nodded as he blushed.

"C-can we leave? I-I-I just really feel need to get home now.”

"Cosa è successo?! Chi è responsabile di questo!? Chi è il gong di pagare!?"

{”What happened?! Who is responsible for this!? Who is going to pay for it!?”}

The owner of the restaurant came out sputtering and shaking his fist spewing Italian with the maître’d close behind him. When he saw Gerard he hid his head. Gerard realized that he knew something was wrong with him. He wanted to ask the guy, but he could not speak the language. The owner looked at Gerard and then to Frank. Of course Gerard was not surprised that Frank could speak Italian as fluently as he spoke French.

"Calma, Sir, permettetemi di chiedere la miamoglie."

{“Calm down Sir, let me ask my wife”}

"Gee, he wants to know how this happened?"

"I...I punched Kent. He tried to get me to go to his house and pulled me out of my seat and...and I told him not to touch me, honey. He didn't listen."

"Wait, you punched him? Hard enough to break the aquarium?"

Frank stared in awe at him.

"I'm so sorry Frankie."

Gerard whimpered. He knew he was going to get punished for this. Who knows how much this will cost? Instead Frank turned back to the owner as he smiled wide.

”Sembra che il gentlman cercava di prendersi libertàcon mia moglie, ha difeso se stessa. Mi dispiace molto peril disturbo ed è disposto a pagare i danni.”

{“It seems that the gentleman was trying to take liberties with my wife so she defended herself. I am very sorry for the trouble and will pay for the damages in full.”}

”Questa è la tua moglie? Questo uomo viene qui con molte donne e tutti a bere con le suebraccia.”

{“This is your wife? This man comes in here with many women and they all end up drunk in his arms.”}

”Forse non è solo colui che è responsabile per lostato della donna, o uomo, in questo caso.”

{“Perhaps it is not just him who is responsible for the state of the women, or man, in this case.”}

Frank looks at the maître’d who ducks his head in shame. Gerard figured that Frank said something bad about him. Frank pulled out his wallet and a wad of cash flashed the whole room. He pulled out his black Amex and handed it to the owner. The owner beamed and started to babble Italian praises and pat him on the shoulder. He then stepped up to Gerard and took his hand gently.

”Mi dispiace tanto la signora Iero. Ci occuperemo delcestino qui, e dessert.”

{“I am so sorry Mrs. Iero. We will deal with the trash here, Please stay and have dessert on us.”}

Gerard turned to Frank and whispered.

"What'd he say?"

"He said that he is sorry that you had to deal with a scum bag like that and to please have dessert on him or would you rather take it home and let me have it on you?"

Frank wiggled his eyebrows at Gerard as he was saying this and it went right to Gerard’s cock. He was really fucking turned on and he figured that Frank got horny knowing that Gerard packed a punch now and then. Little did he know that in the morning, Gerard was going to need to ice his poor hand. That was tomorrow though, right now he just wanted his husband to fuck him raw. Gerard smirked and took Frank's arm. He turned to the owner.

”We’ll take dessert to go please.”

***Frank & Gerard***

"Fuck Gee, you taste so good."

The bedroom is a mess, and in the back of Frank's mind he knows that Gerard has to clean it all up again. Immediately that thought is pushed out of his mind as Gerard bucks his hips up and thrusts his cannoli cream covered cock to the back of Frank's throat. The rubber sheets were helping him to slide on his knees to accommodate the intrusion. Gerard laughed when he found out Frank owned them, but he is not laughing anymore. Now he is writhing and begging Frank to fuck him. There was definitely something funny about the wine that he drank. From the moment they got in the limo Gerard was all over him. They fucking grinded in the back seat till they both came, and then Gerard went down on him in the foyer as soon as they got in the door. He fucked him in the living room and they barely made it up the stairs before Gerard was begging for it again.

"R-right there... oh fuck!"

Gerard dug his fingers through Frank's scalp and continued to fuck his mouth. He wanted so much more. More tongue, more pressure. The wine really fucked with him good. He was going to need more than head. He needed Frank’s cock inside of him again right now.

"Like that baby, want more? Want me to fuck you again?"

Gerard whimpered and nodded quickly. He nibbled on his bottom lip and spread his legs wider. He looked down at Frank's face and pleaded with his eyes.

"P-Please. Yes, fuck me, I need you inside me again.”

Frank takes three of his fingers and coats them in warm dark chocolate sauce that came with the ice cream and cannoli and slides them into Gerard easily all at once.

"Mmmm baby, look at you. I bet I could fuck you right now with no more prep and you would take it and love it."

"Do it! Fuck now, fuck me now! Hard and fast!”

Gerard growled, fucking himself on Frank’s fingers and grinding down to suck more of them in.

The growling was too much for Frank. He pulled his fingers out and after lining himself up he plowed into Gerard in one swift movement.

Gerard squirmed against his husband’s body and threw his head back in pleasure. Frank shoved the fingers covered in chocolate into Gerard's mouth along with two other fingers.

"Suck it bitch!"

Gerard took Frank’s whole hand, to the knuckles, in his mouth, he gagged a bit, but sucked nonetheless. This was too much, but not enough at the same time. He loved how Frank’s fingers twirled around his tongue and how his cock fit perfectly inside his ass.

"God Gee, you suck so good and you're tight as fuck. Love filling you from both ends as much as I can. Maybe next time I'll make you suck off one of your vibrators while I pound your ass at the same time."

Gerard moaned and nodded around Frank's digits, and at the same time moved his hands to Frank’s ass and pushed him forward. Frank pulled his fingers out of his mouth and dragged them down to Gerard’s cock.

”Now, more please. More, I want it now!”

Frank pulled Gerard up and into his lap. He wrapped his arms up around each shoulder and started to fuck up into him. He pulled him down with enough force that their balls slapped together making both men cry out.

"Frank... Frankie. Oh god. Don't stop. D-Don't stop."

Gerard rasped, grinding down on Frank’s thrusts.

"Ah fuck Gee, so good, too good, I'm I'm, oh fuck fuck fuck!"

Frank bucks up several more times before he fills Gerard to overflowing with spurts of hot cum. As usual it is too much for him to take and some of it flows out of him. Frank swears that he loves it though.

Gerard continued to grind down onto Frank’s cock until his vision blurred and his body stiffened. He came hard, hitting his and Frank’s bellies and chests. He slumped forward and rested his head on Frank’s shoulder as he gained control over his breathing.

"Wow baby, just wow! That was fucking amazing and you are such a sticky sweet mess."

Frank carefully lifted up his wife and carried him to the bathroom. He gently laid him in the oversized tub and turned the water on at the other end. He adjusted the temp and then poured perfumed oil into the cascading water. He moved back over to his exhausted, but happy wife.

"Here baby, you enjoy a nice hot bath. I think whatever was in the wine has finally run out. You deserve to relax after dealing with an asshole like that, oh and I promise you he will pay for what he did."

Gerard smiled sleepily and nodded.

"Kay, sweetheart."

Frank left Gerard to rest. He was not worried about him falling asleep and getting hurt or drowning because the tub was designed for that. Frank would use it to relax after dealing with long flights and jet lag. Frank throws on his boxers and heads downstairs. He grabs his phone and dials the Board of Directors for the school. He talks to the head of the board and tells them what that piece of shit did to his wife. They assure him that they will take care of it. Frank smirks as he hangs up. He heads back up and strips the bed. He pushed the used sheet aside and puts fresh linens on.

”Aww Frankie, I would have done that.”

The bathroom door opens and Gerard emerges in a cloud of steam. He is wrapped in two towels, one on his head and Frank surmises that he must have turned on the shower to do his hair at the end. He looks so fresh and innocent right now that Frank just has to smile. He walks over and holds Gerard's robe open for him to slip on. Once he does, Frank notes that the towel drops off from the inside and lands in a pool at his feet. Frank offers his hand and guides Gerard back to the freshly made bed. He pulls back the covers and climbs in bringing Gerard in after him. Gerard snuggles in and Frank pulls the covers up over them both.

"Mmmm, you know baby, I think this is my favorite part of sex."

Gerard giggled at Frank's deceleration and smiled.

"My favorite part of sex is sex."

He cuddled closer against his husband as Frank smirked at him.

"Of course it is Gee, why would I think anything different of you."

Gerard feigned being hurt and hit Frank with a pillow. After that they settled in and relaxed. At first the silence was comfortable, but then Frank's wheels starting turning and replaying the scene he found Gerard in earlier. Gerard was drunk, it may have been something in the wine, but still he was drinking. Frank sighed.

Gerard sensed his husband’s mood suddenly shift and he stiffened.

"What's wrong?"

His tone sounded a bit motherly, but sometimes he could not help it.

"Gee...when I found you today, you were drunk. We talked about how I don't condone alcohol and drugs, and you said that you were going to stop. So what happened today?"

Gerard tensed against Frank and blinked up at him.

"I... I was a little stressed, and I kind of forgot when it was poured for me, but there was something in it! I mean I hardly had more than two glasses and it takes way more than that to even get me buzzed!"

He pushed himself up on his elbows and touched Frank's thigh. He massaged it in slow circles. He knew the spots that soothed Frank... he learned that trick with all his other husbands. Most the time it worked. Whatever it took to avoid this conflict he would do it even if it meant moving his hand further up and initiating sex again, although he was exhausted and sore, he wouldn't hesitate.

"Look Gee, I understand that the situation was... fucked u-u-up and that dick was c-c-coming on-t-t-t-to..."

Frank was trying to gather his thoughts as how he needed Gerard to understand that it was not really an excuse to drink, but Gerard's hand on his thigh was really starting to distract him. Gerard kept full eye contact with him and his eyes showed the threat of tears, but it was as if his hand had an agenda of it's own as it slowly made its way further up his thigh to his inner thigh. Gerard nodded at the right points in Frank's little 'Say No To Substances' campaign, but his fingers were following the crease of his groin and his cock was definitely taking an interest in them.

"It won't happen again. I promise."

Gerard said this with a little pout, lowering his hand slowly, almost teasingly.

"I want to believe you baby, I really, oh God, do, I just worry that, ah ah ah, you g-g-get stressed and...fuck, that feelssoooo good."

Gerard smirked and spread his elbows apart until he was lowered, face first with Frank's bulge. He could see the pre cum soaking through his boxers. He moved his hand through the peep hole.

"Right there?"

Gerard was ignoring Frank’s previous statement about not believing him. Gerard palmed Frank’s balls and massaged him there slowly. He could tell Frank was letting the whole conversation fly over his head now.

"Mmmmm, yeah baby. God, your hands are fucking magic I swear. I mean we just went another round, but you got me hard again already.”

Frank pushed into Gerard's touch. All other thoughts went out the window when Gerard blew warm air against the fabric of his shorts. It sent shivers up Frank's spine. He wanted more. He wanted to feel the wet heat of Gerard's mouth enveloping him.

"Uh, Gee baby, come on. Stop teasing and suck it good."

Gerard smirked when he realized he'd won again, at least this time. He pulled Frank out of his boxers and licked the tip of his cock, teasingly, and gripped his base tightly. He lowered himself until his mouth was around the head, sucking on it like a lollipop. His hand lowered to Frank’s balls and he used three fingers to massage him there moving in gentle small circles. Another secret spot for Frank.

"Ah, fuck, love the way you do that right there."

Gerard was a damn fast learner. He already knew exactly what made Frank lose his fucking mind and he did it well. Gerard was like a fucking vacuum with amazing suction power. Yeah it was cliché to think it, but at times Frank felt like his brains were going to be coming out of his cock. He arched his head back and thrusted upwards in Gerard's mouth. Gerard took it in stride and accommodated the extra intrusion by relaxing his throat and taking Frank in deep. It was that moment that he knew he wanted to do something amazing for Gerard after he came... which would not be much longer the way Gerard was expertly handling him.

"Uh uh uh, ah ah ah, oh baby, I am going to take such good care of you when your done, I swear!"

Gerard didn't lose concentration once, even when Frank bucked up into him repeatedly. He tightened his throat muscles and dragged his swollen lips all the way to Frank's base. His eyes watered, but he showed no other sign of struggle. He didn't even gag.

"Baby, please, so close."

Gerard squeezed around Frank's base with his lips one last time until he felt him tense up.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

Frank cried out as he came with Gerard's last little trick. As his eyes fluttered he watched Gerard dribble some cum out of his mouth in an effort to try and swallow it all. Frank was slowly coming down from the high of his orgasm. He looked at Gerard who was licking his lips and lapping up extra cum that landed on Frank's groin.

"Mmmm, baby, my turn."

Frank grabbed Gerard and manhandled him onto his stomach. He pushed him up on his knees with his ass up in the air and dove in with his tongue.

"Oh!"

Gerard cried out, burying his face in the sheets. He really hadn't expected that and it was a nice surprise.

"F-Frankie..."

He groaned, pushing his ass back against the pleasant intrusion. In between the dirty sounds Frank's tongue was making with his hole he moaned out and continued to grind his hips back, over and over again until he felt like he was going to explode.

Frank was enjoying watching Gerard writhe with pleasure over what he was doing to him. He had a feeling that no one... well except Spencer, ever did anything like this for him. Frank enjoyed being many firsts for his wife. He reveled in the noises that he was pulling between gasps pouring out of Gerard.

"You like that baby? Did not expect it did you? Want more?"

Gerard nodded and squeaked. He begged as he continued to nod.

"Y-yes... more, oh fuck more please."

Frank smirked and pushed back into the tight muscle with his tongue. At the same time he slide one finger in and moved it in the right direction to hit Gerard's prostate. His goal was to make Gerard howl like a fucking cat in heat. Just from the squeeze of the muscle around his finger, Frank was starting to get hard again.

"Ah...ah... Yes."

Gerard found himself drooling once he felt Frank's finger come in contact with his prostate. He writhed, sticking his ass higher in to the air for more pressure against his spot. He grunted loudly.

"Oh Gee, you don't know how good you look right now. Wish I could fuck you again, but I have another surprise for you instead."

Frank pulled away with everything except the finger that was inside Gerard and reached into the nightstand on his side. He slid the newest gift that he had bought his wife out of the bag. He had it all set up for tonight originally, but a little earlier was not going to matter much. He squeezed some lube on it and slicked it up. He moved it to Gerard's opening and just as he was pulling his finger back, he pushed it inside and turned the remote on.

"Oh god, what the fuck is that?”

Gerard squeaked out in pleasure. He lifted his head from the bed and craned his neck to see what Frank was using on him. All he saw was a wire running from the remote in Frank’s hand to inside his ass. He panted, turning forward again. A mini vibrator and it was positioned right on his prostate. He let out a loud cry and his shoulders slumped. It was all too much for him right now.

Frank smirked as Gerard's body shuddered under the toy's movement. He pushed the small vibrator further in and then made his way up to the head of the bed and settled into the pillow with the remote control. He watched Gerard fist the sheets with his eyes closed as he panted hard into the mattress. Who knew such a little device could make a man lose control like that?

"Are you enjoying yourself Gee? Now how would you feel if I left this in you while I was at work one day? I have another remote that is powerful enough that I could control it from there. Don't you love the latest in Japanese technology?"

Gerard's eyes shot open and his mouth hung open was in a small O shape. He looked up at Frank with this turned on expression, and then swallowed the lump in his throat. He really couldn't handle this any longer.

"Fuck me."

He exhaled out, dropping his body on the bed heavily. He writhed against the sheets and kept his eyes glued on Frank’s.

"P-Please, fuck me."

He saw the look in Frank's eyes. They were clouded with lust. Frank growled and without pulling the toy out of Gerard, he pushed in with one movement. No mercy, he pounded Gerard hard and fast while the small vibrator still buzzed inside him trapped between Frank’s cock and his prostate. He dug his nails into Gerard’s soft hips leaving bruises and crescent moon shapes in the skin. No words were exchanged by the two men, just grunts and the sound of skin hitting skin. Frank reached around and grabbed onto Gerard's cock and fisted it in time with his pounding.

"So good baby, so fucking tight still and that vibrating is driving me crazy. Oh yes yes yes, gonna cum and fill your beautiful ass up again."

Gerard just chewed on his bottom lip and moved against Frank’s hard thrusts. His head was now hitting the headboard ever so slightly, but he didn’t care. He was too focused on the best fuck he's ever had. His body tingled in places he never knew could feel like that, his skin crawled and his voice was too broken to make a sound. The combination of Frank’s thrusting and the vibrator was almost too much… almost. He was so close though. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum. He wanted to see fucking stars. His mouth dropped open and hands grasped on the poles of the bed frame for support.

”Oh, f-fuck... right-fucking-there!"

He came as he drew out the last word in that sentence.

"Ah, shit, fucking tight, can't..hold..on...Fuck!"

Frank bucked forward pushing against Gerard's ass hard and practically crawling inside of him as he plastered his body over Gerard and shook as he came leaving scratch marks in Gerard's delicate skin.

"Holy fuck, that was...shit, I need a fucking nap now."

Frank pulled out of Gerard and then pulled the vibrator out. He caused a good amount of cum to leave with it and splash on the clean bed sheets. Frank did not care though and once it was off the bed he promptly flopped down on the pillow as Gerard folded in, letting go of the bed post and collapsed. Heedless of the cum splash, he curled into his husband's side. Frank draped an arm over his wife and pulled him in closer. They both sighed at the same time as they drifted off together.

***Timestamp: One Week Later***

Gerard blinked his eyes open slowly and sighed. The light peeking through the curtain soaked the bedroom. Frank was already out of bed and getting dressed. Gerard could tell that he was not happy already. It was way too early, even for him. He rolled out of bed, slowly, and made his way to the closet. He grabbed his robe, slipped it on and exited the bedroom. When he got downstairs he flicked on the kitchen light and started for the coffee machine. He needed extra strong coffee today and so did Frank, most likely.

"I hate early morning meetings like this. Yeah, I know, it's the only time he can do it. *sigh* Alright alright, I am heading out the door in a few. I will be there don't worry."

Frank hung up his phone as he headed down the stairs, one arm in the sleeve of his red tweed jacket. He was so tired of meetings now. It had been one after another all week long and he still had one more day to go. He was grumbling to himself about this client thinking that black was bad luck and he requested Frank to wear fucking red when he heard noise coming from the kitchen. He headed in and stopped at the doorway. Gerard was singing softly to himself as he made a pot of coffee. Frank leaned against the frame and just took in the words and how light his wife's voice was.

"You sing like an angel you know that?"

Gerard craned his neck to look at his husband. He smiled and held a cup of fresh coffee out to him while giggling and shaking his head.

"No, I don't know that."

He was happy Frank didn't mind singing. His fourth husband said that the only singing he should do is in the bedroom. Sexual acts being the cause. Frank walked in and took the cup from Gerard and placed it on the counter. He wrapped his arm around his young wife and brought his other hand to his cheek. He stroked it lightly and Gerard nuzzled into it.

"Oh I do, you are an angel to me and everyone else, but in the bedroom you are my little succubus and there I like you to sing a different tune, but no matter what, I don't ever want to give you a reason to stop singing."

Frank watched as Gerard blushed and ducked his head a bit. He lightly kissed his forehead and then unwrapped himself from Gerard and went to find a thermos. Frank opened up the cabinet doors and froze. Gerard had put the glasses away wrong. The tinted ones were mixed in with the clear and they were not sized properly. Quickly he reached up and pulled them all down. His mind was racing as he rearranged them until they were in color order and sized properly. He then returned them to the cabinet and set about pouring his coffee in the container to go.

Gerard blinked as he watched his husband sudden change in behavior, and body language. It was like he slipped into another persona.

"I-Is everything okay?"

"Sure, why wouldn't it be Gee?"

Frank turned around to answer Gerard while perfectly getting every drop into the to-go cup. Whatever had affected him before was gone and his husband was just back. He smiled at him and Gerard relaxed a little, but he made a mental note to take a picture of the cabinet after Frank left.

Frank looked at his watch and grumbled. He had to leave. He walked over to Gerard and surprised him by fully grabbing him by the waist and tipping him backwards, as if they were dancing. He moved one arm up to secure his back and passionately kissed him. Gerard wrapped his arms around his neck and melted into his arms. Frank pulled away from the kiss and looked at his wife.

"That's so you don’t forget me while I am gone."

He raised his eyebrows up and down along with the remark.

Gerard giggled and stood upright once Frank released him.

"How could I forgot you even if I wanted to?"

He went to the coffee machine and fixed a cup of coffee for himself.

"Mmmmm baby, I hate to leave you like this, God knows what that kiss just did to me."

Frank crowded Gerard against the counter and pushed his growing hard on against him. Frank grabbed Gerard's arms and pinned them behind his back while biting and licking at the nape of his neck. Then the phone rang. Frank sighed and let go of Gerard. He pulled his cell out and answered it pissed off.

"For fuck sakes Greg, I said I was on my way!"

He slammed the phone shut and shoved it in his pocket.

"Sorry Gee, gotta go now before I throw this piece of shit. Love you, I'll call you after the meeting."

Gerard watched Frank as he started for the kitchen exit. The scene reminded him of what happened with Kat the first day he met her. Like father like daughter, except Frank’s phone survived… for now. Gerard followed Frank out and pulled the front door open and stood with his back against it.

"It's okay, honey, have a great day. I'll be waiting for that call later."

Frank stepped up to his wife and placed one last kiss on his lips.

"Bye bye baby."

***Gerard & Spencer***

Gerard watched him climb into the car after Louie pulled the door open for him with a 'Good morning, Sir' and a head nod. When the car pulled out through the gates Gerard entered the house and locked the door closed behind him. Finally alone, Gerard grabbed his cellphone and went to take a photo of the organized cabinet. Frank seriously looked like he was going to have a panic attack when he pulled the doors open and saw how Gerard had put things away. He didn't want that again. Frank does so much for him and the least he could do is find out how the man liked his stuff organized. He snapped three photos, from all angles, and set his phone on the island. He then looked at the cabinet to see what was different. The set up reminded him of going into a Pier One. All the glasses were matching in color and size. The clear ones were at the end away from the tinted ones. They were also in order from tumbler to high ball, ‘huh’ Gerard thought. ‘Maybe he just likes it neat like the store has it.’ Gerard had a feeling though that there was more to it, but he felt his stomach growl and decided there were more pressing matters to deal with, like breakfast. He went to the fridge and pulled out the ingredients for French toast. He set everything up quickly and whipped up a tasty batch with vanilla and cinnamon in the batter. When he was done cooking he grabbed his phone off the island and took his meal to the breakfast nook. He began eating and realized how lonely it was for him. Usually Frank had time for breakfast with him. He had yet to make the kids a real meal since they had been back at school since that day. Gerard knew that Thanksgiving was coming though and that meant breaks. It would be nice to see them again. Gerard was lost in these thoughts while eating, until his phone went off.

"Hey Gee baby, how's it goin?"

Gerard grinned when he heard his best friend's voice on the other line.

"Hey, Spence. Goin' good. Just having some breakfast. How've you been?"

"I'm good, Pete has several meetings today, including this crazy morning one, so we can't meet for lunch like we usually do and I was wondering if you wanted some company?"

"Oh, that would be fun! Frankie’s got a ton of meetings today too. Come over now if you want, we can hang out for a bit and then I can cook us up some lunch."

"Oh yummy! It's been so long since I had your awesome cooking! I'll help you in the house too!"

Gerard beamed and nodded in excitement even though Spencer couldn't see him.

"That would be awesome! I'm gonna' finish my breakfast and get dressed."

"Sweet! I have to shower and dress and I will be over soon. Catch ya later Gee baby."

Gerard stuffed the last piece of French toast into his mouth and started to clean up his mess from breakfast. When he was done he rushed upstairs and pulled open his closet door and stepped in.

”What to wear, what to wear?”

Gerard spoke out loud as he looked through his racks of clothing. He wanted to look good for Spencer. Even though they could not be together anymore, he loved when his friend appreciated the effort he took to dress nice for him like he would his husband. He settled for a shimmery, black blouse, leather pants, and two inch healed combat boots. He took a quick shower and put on his chosen outfit. He looked at himself in his full length mirror and twirled a little. He pushed his hands to his ass and patted himself there. It's gotten slightly bigger. ‘Fuck’, he thought, that French toast went straight to his ass along with all the other stuff he had been cooking lately. Then again, Frank had not been complaining and actually complimented him the other day when he bent over to pick up something.

*Ding Dong*

Gerard's thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell and he dropped his hands from his ass. He zoomed out of the room and downstairs. After unlocking the front door he yanked it open and squealed.

"Spencey!"

He threw his arms around his best friend’s shoulders and squeezed.

"Whoa there Gee, I know you missed me but damn I..."

Spencer stepped back and looked at what Gerard was wearing. He looked smart in the simple black shimmery blouse and sweet looking heeled combat boots, which Spencer was going to totally steal. What really took Spencer's breath away was the leather pants that hugged every curve of Gerard's legs and especially his ass.

"Fuck Gee baby, you look damn delicious in that outfit. Are you sure you didn’t have other plans for us besides lunch?"

Spencer crowded Gerard against the front door and rested his hands on Gerard's hips talking into his neck. This was a game that they always played, but now the rules were different. He quickly put that thought aside to continue with the charade.

Gerard smirked and tipped his head back to give his friend more access.

"Wanna' bite?"

He teased, fluttering his eyes and running a finger down the front of Spencer’s chest. Gerard felt Spencer's stifled laughter vibrate against him and he smiled. He wrapped his arms around Spencer and hugged him tightly again. He pulled away and took Spencer’s hand as he lead him into the house, shutting the door behind them.

"Sooo Gee baby, what are we having for lunch then?"

Spencer could not keep his eyes off of Gerard as he sauntered into the kitchen. The swing of his hips was so hypnotic that he missed most of what Gerard had said. Man, if Gerard was not married right now, Spencer would have gone down on him right at the front door. Once again he cursed Frank for not being one of those that shared like Pete did. Ugh, and why did Gerard have to look so damn good like he just poured himself into those pants. Fuck, Spencer felt himself getting hard. He really needed to distract himself with something else.

"Hey, so how is it being married with children again?"

"I was thinking homemade veggie burgers for lunch, and being married with kids is all I ever wanted out of life. A wonderful husband and great kids and I think I finally have it. What about you? How're things with Pete?"

Gerard bent over into the fridge pulling out the fresh veggies to grate and mold into patties along with eggs.

"Oh we are okay uh, we just got back from a weekend away with Ryan. It was a lot of fun if you know what I mean."

Spencer was licking his lips as he watched Gerard bent over in the fridge and then reach up into a cabinet, revealing part of Gerard’s hips. Seeing the pale skin reminded him of when Pete and him had Ryan between them on the living room floor. He had run his hands under Ryan’s shirt and gripped his hips tight enough to bruise as he fucked into him while he gave Pete head. Fuck, he really needed to calm down and think of something else or he was going to do something stupid he may regret.

Gerard checked his ingredients and grabbed one more thing out of the fridge before shutting it with the heel of his boot.

"Oh, really? What went down? I want details."

Gerard loved listening to Spencer describe his sexual adventures with Pete. It was great jerking off material.

"Well Ryan for one. *smirk* Pete and I had him sandwiched pretty good between us on the living room floor. It was so cliche really, ski chalet, bear skin rug, fireplace, champagne, the whole nine yards. Only one thing could have made it better."

Gerard smirked and glared knowingly at his friend.

“Oh, you mean if I were there watching?"

Gerard laughed and, turned his attention back to the task of grating veggies to make the veggie patties. Once this was done he mixed the egg and bread crumbs in the bowl with the veggies and began prepping them.

Spencer did not answer him, could not answer him, not with words. He simply got up and stepped behind Gerard. He wrapped his arms around his middle and squeezed.

"No Gee baby, if it was you instead of Ryan."

Spencer let go of Gerard and left the kitchen so he would not be tempted anymore. He decided to do some cleaning while he waited for lunch to be ready.

Gerard stood there, slightly dumbfounded. Were they still joking around? ‘Yes’, Gerard thought, of course we are. He went back to cooking, quietly.

Spencer started to fluff the pillows on the sofa and the easy chairs. He found the chemical closet off of the kitchen door and grabbed the furniture polish. He dusted all the wood in the living room trying to distance himself from the gorgeous creature in the kitchen. The smells coming from there were mouthwatering though and judging by them, it was not going to be much longer. He looked around the living room at the pictures that were held in frames. Gerard with the kids, and Gerard with Frank. He really looked happy. Happier than he had seen him in a long time. Spencer felt like a jerk thinking about ruining it with his ideas and feelings for Gerard. Maybe he should not even be here. He would eat lunch quickly and then pretend his phone vibrated. He would claim it was Pete and then leave. Gerard would understand and Spencer would protect their friendship. The worst part about everything is he could not remember the last time he wanted Gerard this much. Maybe it was because he could not have him anymore. That was stupid though right?

"Lunch is ready!!!"

Gerard shouted to Spencer not sure where he was in the mansion. He set the plates at the breakfast nook, thinking it would be more cozy than the dining table, and then poured the cranberry juice in the tinted glasses. As he was doing this, he remembered the thing with Frank this morning. He really needed to fix the other cabinets before Frank saw them too.

Spencer emerged from the living room after hearing Gerard call him. He walked past him to the sink and washed the chemicals off his hand. He saw that Gerard had placed the settings in a more intimate place than the table. This made Spencer nervous. He knew it would be wiser for him to sit away from Gerard. He coughed and moved to the other side of the table. Gerard looked at him with curiosity.

"I-I-I just wanted to sit across from you so we could keep talking that's all."

Gerard rose a brow at that and shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay... so I hope you like it. This isn't my best meal to prepare, but it’s fun to make and healthy."

"I am sure I will like it. I like everything you make Geeba… Gerard”

Spencer picked up the veggie burger and took a bite. It was delicious as he expected it to be. He ate it quickly because he knew he had to get out of there. It was too much for him to handle. He wondered if maybe he was not going to be able to stay friends with Gerard after this. Maybe just by phone or in a group setting. That way there would be no more temptation. He was concentrating so much on finishing quickly that he inhaled the food and started to choke. He grabbed for the juice and drank it too fast and now he was coughing and turning red.

"Whoa, slow down, Spence."

Gerard giggled as he took the first bite out his own burger and hummed out in pleasure. ‘Not bad’ he thought to himself after chewing and swallowing. Gerard then looked up at his friend and smiled.

"So! We should do something soon... have a small get together with our husbands and maybe a few of their friends. Frank’s Birthday's on Halloween and I was thinking we'd throw a Birthday Halloween party."

"Yeah, sorry. Look Gee, um... I really need to get going. I just remembered I have something to do and, my phone just went off and it’s probably Pete so I should... yeah. I will call you and we can talk about the party later okay?"

Spencer stumbled over his words as they left his brain into his mouth all jumbled and foreign even to him. He got up quickly and up ended his glass of juice by accident. He grabbed the napkin and started to wipe it up. He pushed away from the table and the chair tipped back and he landed on his own back, hitting his head hard on the floor.

"Oh shit!"

Gerard jumped out of his own seat and kneeled down by his friend.

"Fuck, are you okay?"

He pulled his friend up gently and touched the back of his head.

Spencer pushed out of Gerard's grasp.

"Yeah Gerard, I'm fine I just... I have to get out of here."

"What the… wait, what's wrong? Did I say something or do anything wrong?"

Gerard jumped up and gripped Spencer's arm.

"N-N-No Gerard, it's not you it's me. I just can't be here anymore."

Gerard gripped harder and yanked him closer.

"Why the fuck not? Look, is it because of my joke earlier, you know, when you walked inside?"

Gerard blinked hard and stared over Spencer's sad expression. He looked a little lost and confused.

"Yes, no, I don't know. I just..."

Spencer curled up in a ball and started to cry.

Gerard was shocked! Spencer was fucking crying, but why? Gerard cooed at him, pulling his best friend in to a tight hug.

"Spence, baby, shhh don't cry. I'm, I'm sorry okay? I should have thought better and…”

Now Spencer felt guilty, it was not Gerard's fault, well not really, but now wrapped up in his best friend’s arms he could smell the vanilla scented body wash that he used and it made him melt. He also could tell that Gerard was wearing the perfume that Spencer had bought for him last Christmas. It was too much for him to take. He looked up into Gerard's eyes and leaned in and kissed him.

Gerard's eyes shot open, but he kissed back before breaking it to give Spencer a confused look.

"Spence, you know how Frank is."

Gerard touched his friend's arm and rubbed it gently.

"I really love you, and I love Frank, too, but..."

"Now you see why I have to leave! I just can't do this! I don’t love you the same way Frank does, or any of the good husband's did, but the way I do love you is too much for me right now. I can't be around you without being able to hold you, kiss you, and just love you the way I know how to."

Gerard's heart sunk and he frowned.

"But that doesn't mean you have to leave. I wish I could do something about all that, because I feel the same, but I'm with Frank and if I… we acted on our emotions I would be cheating on my husband."

”Fuck Gerard, don’t you think I fucking know that?! Don’t you think I know how happy you are and what it would mean if I fucked it up for you?!”

Spencer leaned up and pushed even further away from Gerard. He watched as Gerard sat on his knees, still trying to figure out the situation. He was confused and Spencer knew it. He was chewing on his bottom lip and for some stupid reason it looked really sexy to him. He crawled back over to Gerard and put his hands on his shoulders. Gerard had a second to smile at him before he was knocking Gerard down and straddling him. He pushed his arms above his head and held them there. He attached his mouth to the part of Gerard's neck that he knew not only drove him crazy, but made him weak. It was a jerk move and he knew it, but he learned some tricks being married three times himself.

"Please Gee, just I need... just please, we don’t have to do anything like, but I just need you, even for a moment. I will pay the consequences for it, I promise I just."

Gerard squirmed against the kisses and attempted to gain control over the situation.

"S-Spencer. C'mon, s-s-stop it. I really can't. I can't."

He whimpered and then bit down on his bottom lip. He knew if Spencer kept kissing that spot they'd take it too far and Spencer knew him best, knew where to kiss, to touch, to make him lose himself.

Spencer heard Gerard's pleas, but he could also feel his body responding. He pushed their groins together and heard Gerard moan at the friction pressing into his cock. He kept pushing as much as he could. He just wanted Gerard to truly understand how he felt even though he knew this could cost them their longtime friendship. It was foolish at best, but Spencer kept going. He was concentrating more on the response of Gerard and not keeping him down anymore.

Gerard felt Spencer loosen his grip on his arms and he took the opportunity to get his hand on Spencer's chest and push him. He didn't want to be too rough. It was still Spencer after all.

"We can't."

Spencer was panting when Gerard pushed him up. He looked at Gerard and realized that he was no better than all the men that had taken advantage of Gerard in the past. He covered his mouth in disgust and got off of Gerard. He ran for the door without his jacket. He pulled it open, thankfully Gerard forgot to lock it, and took off running.

Gerard sat up quickly and jetted into the direction Spencer went off to. He ran through the front door and called out to his friend. He left the door open behind him and chased after Spencer. He didn't give a fuck about what had just happened. Spencer was too important to him.

"SPENCER! Come back!"

Spencer was lucky that Gerard was in such bad shape. Since he got a head start on him he had plenty of time to put on the burst of speed to lose him. Gerard was more sheltered than Spencer was by his husbands so Spencer knew about more shortcuts than he did. He hopped over a few fences and then hailed a cab.

"What are you runnin' from the cops buddy?"

"No, my best friend."

"Wow that sucks. So where to?"

Spencer though about it for a moment. He knew exactly where he needed to go.

"Take me to Skatastik Records please."

"Downtown, you got it buddy."

Spencer looked out the window and wondered what he would say when he got there. It didn’t matter, he had to fix the problem that he created no matter what it cost him. The cab took off and he slumped in the seat with a tear running down his face as he whispered into the air.

"Bye Gee baby, I love you."

Notes

So Kent's a little shit huh? Bet you didn't know that our little sweet Gee had the ability to make shit splatter. ^0^

This chapter just shows how I got my nickname ~The Queen of Tease~. Hey, at least you only have to wait a day before the next chapter goes up. When we were writing this, I think it was a two week wait. The comments were crazy! @~@