Special delivery

Frank was dreaming and it was a good dream. The kind that you just don't want to wake up from, but something was pulling him back to reality and it smelled really good. Frank opened his eyes and yawned as he sniffed the air. it smelled like pancakes and sausage.
"Gee."
Frank sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked at the clock. He had an hour. He scratched his head and his fingers got stuck in several snarls.
"Better take a quick shower."
Frank knew he was talking to himself, but fuck it, no one else was there to judge and Gerard talked to himself all the time. he made some excuse that it was an artist thing to do. Frank called him crazy and that was how he ended up with paint in his hair in the first place. Frank groaned as he got out of the bed and made his way to the shower. He knew the best way for him to wake up was a cold blast of water. he yelped as the blast hit him, but by the end he felt invigorated and the blue, purple, whatever color paint was out of his hair now. Frank hopped out and brushed his teeth and brushed his hair. He then slid on a fresh pair of boxers, jeans, undershirt, t-shirt, and his uniform shirt. He grabbed his socks and he headed out to the kitchen.
"Man, Gee, that smells amazing!"

Gerard jumped as Frank spoke from the doorway. He'd been so concentrated on not burning the pancakes that he hadn't heard his boyfriend even get up.
"Morning sugar,"
He hummed, offering Frank a soft, tired smile.
"I made your favorites, you hungry?"

”For you baby, always…oh you mean breakfast, sure!”
Frank chuckled as Gerard blushed pink and batted at his arm playfully.

"Sit down you sex fiend."
Gerard joked, steering Frank toward the breakfast bar.
"Food's nearly ready.”
He turned back to the pan, just in time to stop the pancakes from burning, then plated up Frankie's breakfast, and set in down in front of him, before sitting down on the other stool, with a large cup of strong black coffee warming his hands.

”Baby, not eating again?”

Gerard took a big sip of coffee, nearly burning his tongue, cos it was still too hot.
"I'm not hungry."
Truth was, he'd been avoiding eating breakfast for a while now, but Frank never noticed, or never asked about it.

"Gee, you really need to eat more. You are way too skinny and don’t give me that starving artist bullshit please."
Frank looked at the clock and realized he had to get out of there. He still had half his food left. Gerard always made too much for him.
"Promise me you will finish my plate?"
Frank got up and poured the rest of his coffee in the travel cup. He slung his messenger bag across his chest. He walked back over to his boyfriend and carefully turned him so they were facing.
"Please Gee?"

Gerard rolled his eyes dramatically, but reached over and picked up a sausage with his fingers, swallowed back the urge to gag, and took a small bite from one end. It wasn't meat, so at least it was in his favour, but it was still too much and he thought he was gonna be sick. Still he managed to swallow the bite, and flash Frank a bright smile.
"There, see? I eat!"
He put the rest of the revolting veggie sausage back on the plate and leaned in for a kiss.
"I'll see you lunch time? I'll bring you bagels, ok?"
Gerard sat back at the counter, Frank's plate in front of him. Was he going to have to eat more to prove he was ok?

"All right babe, well I'm off then."
Frank blew Gerard a kiss and then was out the door. He hopped on his bike and headed for work.

*
*
*

Frank arrive 15 minutes early as always. He was, after all, the fastest bike messenger the "Special Delivery Bike Service" had. Frank hopped off his bike and parked it. He strolled over to the wall where Ray and Patrick were lounging.
"Sup guys?"
Frank high fived both of them.

"Hey Frank. How's the misses?"
Ray shot milk from his nose as he tried not to laugh at that. Sure, Frank’s boyfriend was a bit on the feminine side, but it was six months since he'd turned up in a skirt, and it was just the one time. Being ogled by Pete the whole time till his brother smacked his boyfriend upside the head. Still, Gerard had not done it since and Ray thought that was a shame. Gerard had nice legs! Even HE, a straight guy, could see that.

"Not bad, not bad at all. He'll be around later for lunch as always."
Frank looked at Ray trying to hold his shit together. The young man was a good source for laughs.
"Hey anyone seen Brendon yet?"

Just as Frank asked, Brendon drove up. He parked and he and Ryan got out of the car. Ryan walked behind the car and unhitched his bike. They walked together to the bike parking area.
"Hey guys. I'll have your runs in a minute."
Brendon gave Ryan a quick kiss and then headed into the office.

Frank looked at Ryan and then leaned into to whisper to Ray.
"Five bucks says that Brendon is going to call Ryan into the office for some bullshit reason."

"I take offence at that."
Ryan glared at Frank turning away and pretending to huff.

"Joke dude, I swear!”
Ray laughed, finishing his milk and dropping the empty bottle into the old barrel they had turned into a make shift garbage next to the outdoor break table.

"You know he's right though?!"

”Patrick! I thought you were better then that!”
Ryan looked in shock, but Patrick just shrugged.

"Even I wouldn’t take that bet.”
They were all laughing now, even Ryan, until the office door opened and Brendon stuck his head out. They looked at each other for a moment, then they all cracked up, leaving a confused looking Brendon wondering what the Hell just happened?

"Hey uh, Ry, before I hand out the runs for today, I need to talk to you about...bike maintenance."
Ryan rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at Patrick while giving the finger to Frank. He climbed the stairs and went with Brendon. Once he was gone the guys started cracking up.

"Bike maintenance? That is the lamest one so far! Why doesn't he just say he wants to fuck him?”

Patrick shuddered.
"Bad mental image Frank.We're not ALL gay around here you know."

Ray was now choking on his doughnut.
"Stop, stop! I can't take any more!"
He always ended up choking on his breakfast around these guys.

”Well maybe if you ate something healthier, you wouldn’t be coughing from inhaling powdered sugar right now!”

*
*
*

Brendon was waiting nervously for the security guy to leave with the deposit. Ryan was waiting paitently, but he could see the boy getting ancy. He couldn’t blame him either.
"Alright Mr. Urie, that’s it. See you next week?”

”Yeah, sure, thanks Mac.”

Mac left and Ryan walked up to him.
"Bike maintenance? Really Bren? That's the best you could come up with?"
Ryan teased Brendon with his fingers as they made their way down to the waist of his pants and he started to fiddle with the buckle.

Brendon gripped his boyfriend by the hips and pulled him in close. He breathed in his scent, but then cleared his head. This was important.
"Fuck Ry, no seriously, this is big! I'm getting promoted! No more dispatch! I'm moving into the office downtown annnnnd, I am going to need a secretary."

"What.. You mean?"
Ryan choked on his words.
"Please say you mean me?! You're not going and getting someone else, right? I can quit biking for good?"
Brendon was staring at him like he'd gone mad, and for a moment, he started to panic.. Then Brendon grinned.

"Of course I mean you doll. And I am recommending Iero for my position. I owe him...besides we met because of him."
Brendon hands Ryan the runs for the day.
"Don't say anything either. I don’t have the authority to let anyone know, even you, so keep your mouth shut, okay?"

Ryan did a lip-zipping motion with his left hand, then mimed slipping the key into the front of his bicycle shorts, wiggling his eyebrows at Brendon as he did so. Brendon rolled his eyes and shook his head fondly, as Ryan waved "bye", and sauntered back outside.
"That was quick!"
Ray cat-called as the smaller male emerged from the office door, shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

"That wasn't really about bicycle maintenance, was it?"
Patrick asked, dubiously.

Ryan laughed.
"Wouldn't you like to know?!"

"No, I don’t think he would, but I know Ray would love to and...mmmpphhh"
Ray clasped a hand over Frank's mouth to shut him up. Frank retaliated by licking his hand. Ray made a disgusting sound and wiped his hand on his jeans. Frank spit on the ground.
"Dude what the fuck do you have on your hand? You know what, I don’t even want to know. You were probably jerking it in the bathroom about that blond you deliver to each week."
Ray squawked protest and Patrick and Ryan cracked up. Ryan handed out the runs to each young man. Frank looked at his and smiled.
"Later haters."
He then went to collect his deliveries to start his day.

*
*
*

It was almost noon when Frank came coasting into the parking lot. He finished his deliveries early and had a moment to get his paper work settled before Gerard arrived for lunch. As he was heading to the office he saw a strange car in the lot. He walked into the dispatch office and greeted Brendon.
"Hey Bren."

"Finished already? Man Iero, you are just grease lightning aren't you."

Frank laughed and then jumped on the counter and started reciting lines from the song Grease Lighting.
"Go grease lighting, you're burning up the quarter mile."

Brendon hopped up beside him and joined in.
"Grease lightning, go grease lightning."
"Go grease lightning, you're coasting through the heat lap trials"
"Grease lightning, go grease lightning."

They started doing the moves after that too.
"You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for grease lightning."

"Go gogo , go gogogogogo go.”
At that moment Gerard arrived with lunch to this spectacle.

***Time Stamp: Ten Minutes Ago***

Gerard had spent the morning painting a mural in their neighbour's hallway. He really preferred working on canvas, and on a much smaller scale, but they needed the money, and the Petersons were loaded, so he'd accepted the commission, and had been working on it for the past three days.
He hated that job! But mostly he hated that he ended up spending most of the time trying to avoid Jon Peterson, and his wandering hands!! He needed a distraction, and what he saw as he walked through the door of Frank's bosses office, could DEFINITELY be classed as that!
Frank and Brendon were dancing around the office, singing "Grease Lightning" at the top of their lungs, and they hadn't noticed Gerard slip into the room. He stood, just inside the doorway, and REALLY wished he'd remembered to charge his cell this morning, cos a vid of THIS would've made perfect blackmail material, if the need ever arose.
Eyes wide, and a giggle on his lips, Gerard watched as the two gyrating men really went for it. He would join in, but he was having MUCH more fun watching them. As Frank spun on his heel, his eyes locked with Gerard's, and a grin spread across his face. He beckoned Gerard toward him, but the artist shook his head and smiled sweetly. As the show came to its end, Gerard clapped the slightly panting pair.
"Bravo, bravo"
He cheered, crossing the room and planting a kiss on Frank's sweaty forehead.

"Well if it isn't my Sandy. Later Kenikie, me and Sandy here have a date with destiny."
Frank wrapped an arm around Gerard and led him to the break table in the parking lot. As they settled down, Frank looked up and saw two men and their big boss, the owner, walking back to the strange car. The youngest one turned his head and made eye contact with him as Gerard was asking him a question.

"Frank? Are you listening to me?"

"Huh, what? Sorry Gee, I got a little distracted.”

Gerard rolled his eyes, but smiled back.
"I was SAYING…I really want to quit that job for the Petersons. Do you think we can make rent without it?"
He hoped so, cause Jon really stepped over the line today, but he didn't want to tell Frank that, cause he knew how protective the younger man could be.

"Awww, but I thought you were having fun painting the mural."
Frank could see the frown on his boyfriend's face and he took a deep breath.
"Look Gee, I would say yes, but we already got paid."
The look on Gerard's face showed that this was news to him.
"They trusted us so they paid in advance, plus they said they would recommend you to their friends and that would mean less paintings you would have to sell in the park. I hate you being out there where any jack ass could hit on you."
Frank remembered the last time his delivery was nearby and he decided to surprise Gerard and found some sleaze bag cornering him against a tree. Fortunately, before he could get there, a police man saw the scene and took care of it. Still he was worried. Gerard was a vulnerable person. The fact that he was slightly gender fluid made him even more of a target.
"Is there something that you are not telling me? Cause if it's serious than I will handle it and we will find a way to pay the money back."

Gerard sighed and looked down at his hands.
"No. It's ok"
He murmured, heart sinking slightly.
"Nothing I can't handle"
He looked back up and smiled, then took a tiny, delicate bite of his bagel, again trying to prove that he was eating and was ok. Gerard could feel the bread sitting heavy in his gut already, and he didn't think he could manage much more, but Frank was smiling, and apparently took his actions as a good sign.
"Can we stay in tonight? Curl up together and watch a movie or something?"
He deployed his best puppy eyes.
"I don't feel like going out..Pleeease?"
He rubbed his face against Frank's shoulder and looked up through his long, dark lashes.

Frank was about to answer him when he had that 'being watched' feeling. He looked again and saw that the younger man was looking at him again. His boss and the older man were still talking, but the other guy was smoking a cigarette waiting for them. He did not pretend that he was not looking either. Frank made a low growl in his throat. He was sure the guy was looking at Gerard...HIS Gerard. To prove his ownership, he pulled Gerard into his lap. Gerard squeaked, but then settled in. Frank laid light peppered kisses along his neck.
"Whatever you want baby. This night is about us and only us."

Gerard smiled happily and leaned into Frank's tender kisses, his fingers drawing random patterns on Frank's chest, as a quiet whine escaped his soft pink lips.He giggled as Frank huffed slightly against his neck. He could feel Frank's semi, pressing on his thigh, so he wiggled slightly, teasing his man. Frank groaned, and Gerard jumped back off his lap, innocent smile painted on his face.
"Well, I better be going sugar, don't want to keep the boss waiting."
He giggled at the devastated look on Frank's face, then leaned in and softly connected their lips.
"I'll see you later" He smiled, twirling Frank's hair through his pale fingers. "We can continue this tonight, ok?"

There was no way that Gerard was getting away with that little act. Frank grabbed Gerard and tossed him over his shoulder. He was surprisingly light for a man of his stature. He carried him to the side of the building facing a wall and away from prying eyes. Frank pinned Gerard to the wall and pushed a thigh between his legs.
"You little cock tease you. You think you can just do that and I am going to let you go? Fuck the Petersons right now. They can wait. Tell them you hit traffic. Tell them you hit a long hard pole and it made you tremble."
Frank breathed his words into Gerard's neck as his hand ran around and cupped one ass cheek in his paint splattered pants. Only his baby could make a mess look like a designer fashion. He eased the hand under and lifted his leg up to hook around his hip.

Gerard clung to Frank's shoulders as the younger man ground his hip against his rapidly hardening cock.
"Wish I'd worn a skirt now."
He laughed lightly, the sound turning to a choked moan, as Frank started sucking on his collarbone.
"Oh God, Frankie.. Need you."
He could feel the friction of their hard-ons rubbing together through the thin fabric of his pants, but it wasn't enough.
"Frankie, please."

He knew it was risky. Fuck of course it was. Brendon fucked Ryan in his office all the time, but this was out in the open...well partly and his boss and two strangers were just around the corner, but right now Gerard was driving him crazy and well he could always tell the judge he was thinking with the wrong head.
"I sure hope you didn’t shower away the lube from last night."
Frank opened Gerard's pants and pulled one leg out. He felt bad that Gerard would be the most exposed, but he chose the leg on the other side that was hidden by three walls. He hoisted Gerard in the air and pinned him against the wall, knowing that his ass was on the cold concreate. He then opened his own pants and brushed his cock against Gerard's letting their pre-cum mix. He then lifted Gerard higher and finding the opening, lined up, and pushed in.

Gerard bit down hard on his lip, trying, and failing to keep his moan inside.
"Oh oh, Frankie"
He whined as Frank started up a fast pace straight away. He held on tight and attached his lips to the side of Frank's neck, right on his scorpion tattoo, drawing a throaty growl from his lover. After about a minute, Frank's cock hit his prostate, and Gerard cried out, burying his face in the crook of Frank's neck to muffle the sound.
"Oh God! Oh GOD!"

As much as he loved being inside of Gerard, he knew they were short on time. He would have to make this fast. he kept aiming for Gerard's prostate because the fastest way for him to cum was for Gerard to, and feel that pressure.
"Come on baby, that's it. Cum for me, cum for your Frankie Angel."

Gerard's head spun as Frank continued to assault his prostate. He wasn't going to last much longer, he could already feel his climax approaching fast.
"Frankie, Frankie, Frankie"
He chanted into Frank's ear, finding it increasingly difficult to stay quiet now.
"Oh God, I'm gonna.. Ah, ah.. AHHHH"
Gerard came hard between their bodies, without even being touched. Thick strings of cum landing on both their shirts.. Well that would get Frank's co-workers talking!

That's what he needed. Gerard always set him off like a rocket. He bit his boyfriend's shoulder to muffle his own scream as he filled the older boy up to the point that it was starting to leak out again.
"Fuck fuck, fucking hell Gee!"
Frank panted into his shoulder trying to catch his breath. He knew he was most likely late from his lunch break, but he did finish early so he earned the extra minutes. Frank supported Gerard as he reached in his back pocket and pulled out his bandanna. He used it to clean them both up as best he could. Thankfully he took his uniform button down off before he had lunch or he would be fucked. Still being a gentleman, he stripped off his second undershirt and gave it to Gerard to wear. It wasn't that cold today. Gerard accepted it and stripped off his own. Amazingly, Frank had still not lost his ability to hold his boyfriend up. He was even able to reach down and help slip his jeans back up his leg before finally letting him down to the ground and buttoning himself back up.
"Man Gee, I have to get you to eat more. You weigh almost nothing now."
At that moment Frank heard laughter and knew the other guys were back. They straightened themselves back up and made their way back to the table.

"Iero, there you are!"
Brendon waved and Frank saw the guys had helped themselves to the rest of the bagels Gerard brought. Gerard never minded, he always brought extra, but Frank was hoping to get Gerard to eat just a little more.
"Did you guys have a nice lunch?"

Frank looked at Gerard and Gerard just blushed. Frank laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Yeah you could say that. It was very filling."

Gerard groaned and buried his face in Frank's shirt.
"I should get going."
He whispered, shyly… convinced that the boys had heard them just now, and wanting desperately to leave. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Frank's mouth, feeling Frank's fingers dig into his side a little. He turned toward the others as they sat gossiping at the table.
"Nice to see you guys."

"You off already?"
Ray’s grin slipped slightly at hearing this news.

"Yeah. I gotta go back to work"

"Aww, we barely saw you today."

He said it seriously, but Gerard still thought that they knew something more than they were letting on.
"I know. But I'll be back next week on Monday, I'll see you then."
Patrick and Ray waved goodbye as Frank walked Gerard over to his car, passing Ryan as he wheeled back into the yard, late as usual. Gerard smiled at him, but they rarely spoke. Reaching the car, Gerard turned into Frank's arms, snuggling against his firm chest.
"I wish I didn't have to go back to work."
Thoughts of Jon Peterson making him cringe internally, he sighed as Frank carded his hand through Gerard's soft black hair.

”Cheer up baby. It’s the weekend and we don’t have any other plans other than dinner on Sunday with your family so we can bum around the apartment in our pjs…or nothing at all if you prefer.”
Frank wiggled his eyebrows at Gerard and made him laugh.

Gerard leaned up to press his lips to Frank's, enjoying these last few moments before he had to face lunch-hour traffic, and that asshole's overly familiar hands.
"I'll see you tonight. Don't be late; I have something to show you"

"I promise I will be home early."
Frank kissed Gerard once more and then watched as he drove off. He went back over to the guys, but not before catching the view of the same young man from earlier. He was looking at him and smirking. He was drinking something and he saluted Frank with it. Frank had no idea what that meant, so he shook it off.
"Okay so lunch is over, time for your afternoon runs."
Brendon handed out the rosters and once more the guys all got on their bikes and rode off.

Notes

Hi there my little chipmunks..
GeesCLUELESSgirl here, writing, for the first time, with the FABULOUS momiji_neyuki.
I'm hella proud that she even wanted to write with me, as she is one of my absolute fav authors on here.

We hope you will like this story as much as we're liking writing it..

Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
<3