***Time Stamp~ One Month Later***

Jeremy frowned as he watched the guy in the corner. He had gone from a one time drunk to a full time customer who's name he learned. Fortunately, Hayley had also befriended him. It was the one thing that kept him from making the guy leave, although truth be told, he was not a problem. He sat at the same table to drank nearly a bottle of whiskey each day after work. He arrived on his bike and went home in a cab. The only other thing that Jeremy knew about this guy was when Hayley called out his name as she entered the bar.

"HEY FRANK!"

Hayley shouted as she walked in, then looked over at Jeremy.

"Hi Jezza!.. Usual for me, and two bowls of fries.. Looks like we might be needing them!"

She headed over to their usual table and sat down, wearily.

"How you doin' there Frank?"

"Hey Hay, can you like not shout please."

Frank spoke quietly as he lay his head back down on the table.
Hayley winced slightly, but continued at a lower volume.

"Sorry Frank!.. How many you had, anyway?"

Frank lifted his hand and held all his fingers up. Then he lifted the other hand and did the same.

"Fuuuck!"

Hayley glanced at Jeremy for conformation. The bearded man nodded as he approached the table with Hayley's drink.

"Plus a couple on top of that."

Jeremy chuckled, handing over the drink, along with a pint of water for Frank.

"Fries will be done in a few minutes."

Then he returned to his place behind the bar, and Hayley redirected her attention to Frank.

"So.. Why you trying to drown yourself today?.. Same as usual?.. Or something new happened I should know about?"

"Nope. Same shit as it's been for the last two weeks. Don't know where he is. Still no calls or letters. He hates me."

"I'm sure he doesn't hate you Frank.."

Hayley took a sip of her drink.. A touch too much vodka, but it was early, and she was way behind.

"From what you told me, it sounds like he's going through some bad shit.. But it's nothing you've done.. So why would he possibly have reason to hate you?.. you haven't done anything wrong.. Have you?"

Frank looked up at the two toned hair girl as he remembered that day.

"Oh baby, did I do that? I'm sorry, here let me help you."

Frank scrambled for footing in the tub, he was able to grab Gerard around the waist, but then he slipped back taking Gerard with him and hitting the touchy lever for the cold water. Looked like the last one to take a shower didn't switch the shower off either, cause soon they were both taking one.

"Shit that's cold!"

Frank groped for the lever to turn it off. He saw Gerard fall out of the tub soaked and saw red on his back.

"Gee, what's wrong with your back?"

Before Gerard could say anything, he lifted the soaked shirt and gasped.

"So after i hung up with his brother, I passed out and the next day all hell broke loose and...here I am again."

Hayley frowned. Drunk Frank always talked in riddles, and left words, and sometimes whole sentences out, like he thought he'd said them out loud, when really, they were just in his head.
And somehow, over the last two weeks, he'd managed to not say his missing boyfriend's name once.. Until tonight.. He'd just called him Gee!.. Could it be?

"Gee?.. That's your boyfriend's name?.. Is it short for something?"

"Gee is short for...ferpection."

Frank snorted and lifted his head to toss back his shot.

"You should see him Hays. He is so beautiful and he has such buful eyes and his laff could melt your heart."

"Tell me what he looks like?"

Hayley asked gently, cos she didn't think she was getting anywhere here.
Frank looked up at her a smiled drunkenly.

"*sigh*Like an angel."

Ok, so she definitely wasn't getting anywhere! Then it occurred to her..

"Hey Frank?.. Do you have photo of him on your phone?.. I'd love to see!"

Frank pulled his phone out and blurry eyed, finally got it unlocked. He saw his home screen was still Gerard sleeping. He looked so peaceful when he took that pic. It was right after he asked Gerard to marry him. The ring was in the pic too. He wondered if he still had it. Frank started to cry and rubbed his eyes quickly grabbing a handful of fries that Jeremy just dropped off as he handed the phone off to the girl next to him.

Hayley saw the home screen. She couldn't be certain, but she thought that was her Gee. Glancing at Frank, she saw him with his head turned away, and rested on the table, while he somewhat unsuccessfully tried to eat his fries.. He'd poked himself in the eye with the last one!
Hayley shook her head and rolled her eyes, then returned to looking at the cellphone.
Clicking on Gallery, she saw a folder marked Gee. It had by far the most pictures in it of all his folders.
Feeling a little intrusive, but also that she really needed to know, Hayley clicked on the folder, and the first of 461 pictures of Gee, either with, or without Frank, popped up on the screen.
The first one was the one from the home screen, so she swiped to the next, a picture of Gee in shorty shorts and a t-shirt, with his back to the camera as he painted.. Obviously Frank had snuck up on him.
The next was of Gee cooking what looked like pancakes, with an apron on, that appeared to say "Please don't fuck with the cook, or he might spit in your soup". Hayley chuckled slightly at that, and swiped to the next. Gee sticking his tongue out at the camera. The next, Gee and Frank together, apparently taking a selfie, with Frank's lips pressed to Gee's cheek. The next, Gee curled up on the sofa...
Picture after picture after picture of Gee!.. Frank's Gee!.. her Gee!
Well FUCK!
Hayley noticed that Frank was about to fall off his chair, so she put the phone on the table, and grabbed ahold of him, forcing him upright.

"FRANK!!.."

He jumped.

"Time to go home.. I'm gonna call a cab, ok?"

"Huh? Sure, let me get my bike."

Frank righted the bottle that he knocked over as well as the chair.
Hayley shook her head.

"No Frank.. You can't even sit up straight, let alone walk!.. i'll go get your bike.. You wait here!.. Ya hear me?"

Frank just gave her a goofy smile and thumbs up.
Hayley rolled her eyes again and went to fetch Frank's bike, while calling a cab on her cell.
Ten minutes later, she was bundling a very well lubricated Frank into the back of a yellow taxi cab.

"Try not to worry about your Gee, Frank.. I'm sure he still loves you, and I'm sure you'll get him back!"

She told him as she fastened his seatbelt for him. Then she closed the door, and waved him goodbye.

"Night Frank!"

(time passes)

"Hey Gee, you sure your alright?"

Pete was glad he stopped by Hayley's before going home. Gerard looked pale and exhausted. He said he had another job since he stopped going to the rapist's house, but it looked like it was taking an even worse toll on the older man.

"Look, Hayley will be home soon, are you sure you don't want me to stay with you?"

Gerard tucked his feet up underneath his body, as he curled up on the sofa, and pulled the blanket from the back to wrap around himself. He looked up at Pete with tired eyes.

"I'm ok Pete.. You go home.. I'll be fine."

He wasn't, of course.. Everything hurt, especially his ass!.. That fucking butt plug Jon made him wear all day today was way to big!.. It felt like he had a watermelon shoved up his backside.
Gerard just wanted to take some painkillers, and go to sleep.

"I'm just gonna go to bed anyway.. Don't worry 'bout me."

"All right, well take care of yourself and have Hayley call me when she gets in okay?"

Pete looked back at him again and then left the apartment. Just as the door closed Gerard's phone went off.

"How I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me.
It’s like a book elegantly bound but, in a language that you can’t read. Just yet.
You gotta spend some time, Love. You gotta spend some time with me. And I know that you’ll find, love. I will possess your heart._"

Gerard whimpered and pulled the phone from his pocket, pressing the accept key quickly.

"Yes sir?"

"Good evening my pet. I hope you are feeling well. We can't have you getting sick no can we?"

Jon didn't want for Gerard to speak, Gerard knew that.

"Now, tomorrow I want you to wear the outfit we discussed, and I need you to stop at our favourite little shop and pick this up for me. It even comes in your favourite colour. We are going to have a little fun with it. Night night my pet."

Jon hung up and Gerard's phone buzzed with the picture of his purchase.
Gerard sobbed as he stared at the picture of a sheer, baby-pink cock cage.
He remembered their last trip to that shop, when Jon made an "arrangement" with the proprietor, a guy who was some friend of a friend of Jon's from college. He was strong, and creepy, with intense green eyes. Richard.. something.. Gerard didn't care to recall his name.
The arrangement was that Jon would get half off the price, if Gerard sucked the guy off, and modelled whatever he was buying that day.
Jon didn't really need the discount, but it seemed to amuse him that he could demand this of his pet, and Gerard would comply, almost without question.
Gerard didn't want to go to that shop alone, and he definitely didn't want to model that fucked up piece of shit without Jon there.. He wasn't convinced that The guy would stop at the blow job..
Since when had having Jon with him felt like a good thing?!
Gerard groaned and sent a quick text to Jon..

To master, from pet.
I will collect it first thing sir. Good night.

Then he locked the phone's screen, and climbed painfully off the sofa, staggering through to his bedroom.
Gerard closed the door and set the cell on his bedside table. He turned on the small bedside lamp, though even that seemed too bright, and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, wincing at the pain that ran up his spine.
Opening the top drawer of the little cabinet next to him, Gerard grabbed his nearly empty bottle of Vicodin, he'd have to pick up more tomorrow, and unscrewed the cap.
Tipping the remaining contents into his hand, 5 tablets, Gerard threw them into his mouth, and swallow them dry, before dropping the empty bottle into his waste basket, and sighing deeply.
This was his life now!
No more cuddling on the sofa with the man he loved. No more lunchtime visits to Special Delivery, to tempt Frank into an empty room.
Frank!
Gerard missed Frank with every ounce of his being, but Frank wouldn't want him now, not now he was no better than a dirty whore.
Gerard stripped down to his underwear, tiny lacy panties that barely covered his junk, (Jon's choice, not his!) and climbed into bed, clicked off the bedside lamp, and pulled the covers up over his head.
Gerard sometimes wondered if it wouldn't just be easier to end it all.. Just take 20 of those little white tablets, and be done with it.. But no!.. A tiny, tiny flicker of hope still remained in him that he might escape Jon's control, or that the younger man might grow bored of him and choose to release him.
Unlikely, but while Gerard still had that minuscule spark of hope inside him, he would keep going, only taking a few more than the recommended dosage of his pain killers, and praying for some miracle to happen.
As the pills began to dull the pain, Gerard felt himself drifting toward sleep, and only vaguely heard as the front door opened, and Hayley called out his name.
A moment later, he was out. He didn't hear anything more!

"Gerard?"

Hayley closed the door and leaned against it, exhausted. She was so torn. Now she knew who was causing Frank to drink himself into oblivion every day after work, but what could she do with this knowledge? She swore she would not tell anyone where Gerard was...but he did technically only ask that concerning his brother. Maybe she would talk to Pete about it.

"First dinner."

Hayley had made chicken the night before so that she and Gerard would not have to cook tonight. Gerard had been more and more tired from his new commission work. Opening the fridge she saw that the plate she made for Gerard was gone. She pulled her own out and popped it in the microwave. She ate quietly, wishing that Gerard was there for company, but she could hear him softly snoring. She scraped the bones off in the garbage and dropped the fork.

"Shit. Oh gross."

Hayley stuck her hand in the garbage can to pull it out, but it fell further.

"Really?"

She started to move the garbage around to find it, when she saw...food. Not leftover food, but food thrown away. Under a bunch of papers was at least three days worth of meals. She knew they were not hers.

"Gerard."

This clinched it. She had been suspicious of it, but now she knew...Gerard was not eating. Also she had noticed that there were boxes of the cheap cookies torn up and hidden. Now she was really worried. She quickly pulled out her phone and texted Pete.

"Hey, I think Gerard has an eating disorder. I found food in the garbage that he said he ate and I also think he is eating lots of junk and then throwing it up. Sorry for the TMI, but this is serious. He might be anorexic. Does Mikey know anything about that?"
~All Hail Hayley~

She thought about the Frank situation and the texted more.

"I also ran into Gerard's Frank? Turns out he is the guy that I have been taking care of everyday after work at the bar. You should come with me tomorrow to see him."
~All Hail Hayley~

Hayley did not want to deal with anything more tonight so she told Pete to get a hold of her tomorrow and that she was crashing tonight. She crawled into her bed and snuggled in. She would talk to Gerard in the morning.
She fell asleep thinking about the Frank situation.

(Time passes-the morning)

Gerard woke with a fuzzy head and aching back. He remembered taking the last of his pills last night, so the only thing available to him was aspirin.
Stumbling from his bed, Gerard headed into the bathroom, took four aspirin from the medicine box under the sink, swallowing them dry, then stripped off and slipped into a too hot shower.
He scrubbed every inch of skin til it almost glowed red, washed his hair, then got out, dried himself off, and tiptoed back to his bedroom, all without glancing in a single mirror.
He knew how fucked up his body was now. The bruises, burns and cuts that littered his paper white skin were hard to ignore, but if he actively avoided mirrors, he could just about do it.
Gerard applied mascara and pale pink lip gloss, blind, then pulled on a fresh pair of lacy panties, and the outfit that Jon had chosen for him.
It consisted of a very cropped red tartan bra-style top, with black laces tied up the front, and a matching tartan mini skirt, that was shorter at the front than the back, with slightly longer bits at the sides.
He liked the outfit, but it wasn't something he'd ever want to go out alone in. It was more of an "at home with Frankie" type outfit. Now, he had no choice!
Gerard put on his favourite red heeled converse, and completed his look with a black, waist-length fake leather jacket, and a large pair of black shades that covered up most of his face.
Picking up his phone, keys and wallet, Gerard silently left the apartment, and crept down the stairs and out of the building.
It was a little after 8am, and other people were heading off to work, giving him odd glances, that he tried really hard to ignore.
Unlocking his car, Gerard slipped behind the wheel, closed the door, and started the engine.
He knew the way to the shop that Jon wanted him to visit, and after just ten minutes, he was reluctantly pulling into the small car park at the side of the "Cum As You Are" sex shop on Maddison and Vine.
Turning off the car, Gerard took a deep breath, then stepped out onto the concrete expanse, locked his car door, then headed toward the side entrance.
As he approached the unmarked steel door, it opened, and there, was Richard.
Gerard faltered slightly in his steps, then remembered what Frankie would always tell him..

"Head up, chest out, and don't let them see you're afraid!"

He could do this!.. With Frankie in his mind's eye.. He could do this.
He stepped up to the door, and looked up at the man.

"Good morning Richard. Jon said he'd ordered something, and I'm here to collect it."

"Now sweetheart, haven't I told you to call me Rick?"

"Rick" watched the pale man walk past him with his head held high, but he was shaking slightly.
Gerard tried to ignore as Rick's hand brushed over his ass when he stepped into the shop. He swallowed deeply and tried to hold his head up.

"Of course. Umm.. Jon did call, didn't he?"

"Oh yes, I have your little package right here."

Rick held up the box for the man to see.

"Kind of excited to see you in this sweetheart."

Gerard shuddered.. He didn't want anyone to see him in something like that, let alone this guy.. But Jon's orders were clear, and he didn't have a choice.

"Where can I..?"

Gerard trailed off, glancing around the dirty, dark shop.

"We can go right in here."

Rick ushered Gerard into a small closeted area. He pushed him into the storeroom and shut the door.

"No one will disturb us in here."

Gerard whimpered slightly. He knew the rules by now. Jon had told him to model, suck, then leave.. Wearing his purchase.
He slipped off his shades, and placed them, his keys, cell and wallet, all on a table to his right, then stood with his arms wrapped around his tiny middle.. His head down.

"Well now, isn't this cozy."

Rick was kind of glad that Jon was not here right now. He stepped up to the trembling man.

"Let's slip you into something more...uncomfortable."

Gerard would do this, cos he had to.. But he wouldn't do anything without being directly told to.. And he hadn't been given any instructions yet, so he stayed, shaking where he was.
Rick reached up and slipped his hand under the short jacket to touch his skin. it was warm from the sun and he could feel the goosebumps he caused with his graze. He traveled his hand down to grab Gerard's ass and squeeze as he thrusted his hips forward.

"So you can't put the cock cage on until you cum first."

Gerard felt tears run down his cheeks, but he nodded, weakly, accepting this like the slut Jon said he was.

"So sweetheart, you can do it yourself, or...I can lend you a hand."

Gerard sobbed.. He REALLY wanted to go home!
With trembling fingers, he slowly unzipped the biker-style jacket, revealing the tiny top beneath.. Then he froze.. He really couldn't do this!

"Awww, relax doll, I got you."

Rick pushed Gerard against the wall and kissed him. He wanted to do that the last three times, but Jon was always there. He could tell how much the guy didn't want this and again Rick wondered how Jon got him in the first place,. He moved his hands down to cares his body.

"Shit baby, you got better curves than my girl does."

Gerard cried quietly.. Good thing his mascara was waterproof.
Rick's hands felt cool on his skin, and a tiny part of his messed up brain told him that it felt nice.
He tried not to listen.
Rick's hand found his way inside Gerard's skirt and caressed him over the lace. He leaned it and mouthed at his neck as he started to rub him through the fabric.
Gerard gasped as he felt his cock twitch.. He couldn't be getting turned on by this guy, could he?

"Mmmm, you looks so pretty and you taste so good."

Rick moved his hand faster feeling Gerard harden more. A little sound escaped his lips and Rick caught it with his tongue.

"Uh.."

Gerard put his hands up onto Rick's shoulders, tipping his head back a little and rolling his hips slightly.
He couldn't believe he was doing this.
His breath hitched in his throat.

"Uh.. Uh.."

Okay, so Rick was not gay. Yeah he had a few drunken hook ups, but fuck, it was college! This was different though. Jon's little pet was so much more feminine that anyone he had met before.

"Doing so good doll."

Gerard's eyes were closed, and he tried to imagine that this was Frank.. But the rank smell of the place, and Rick's strong Californian accent made it difficult.

"Uh.. Uh.. Uh.."

He clung to the younger man's shoulders as his hips took on a life of their own and began thrusting against Rick's touch.
Rick kissed him again and picked up Gerard's other hand and put it on the belt of his pants.
Gerard's fingers fumbled with the buckle, they were still shaking too much.

"Shhhh, I got you doll, gonna tell Johnny that you were so good for me...and you are gonna be, right?"

Rick leaned back into Gerard's neck and nipped at it lightly.
Tears now beginning to dry, Gerard moaned low in his throat.
Rick shouldn't be able to draw those sounds from him, or make him feel so good.. But he could!
Rick knew the older man was close, but he was dying to get him on his knees, fuck that he was dying to get in him. He wondered if he could. If he treated him better that Johnny did. he did a quick glance at the clock and saw that it would be another two hours before the store opened.

"Hey doll, let's take this some place more comfortable. You deserve better than a little closet."

Gerard nodded, his eyes fluttering open, glazed with lust.

"Need to.."

He swallowed heavily.

"Feel!"

Being on the field hockey team gave Rick an advantage as he scooped up Johnny's pet, who could barely stand anyway, and carried him up the stairs. He made sure to grab Johnny's new purchase too. He pushed the door open to the storage room. There were all kinds of furniture in here that was sold to the more interesting clients. He found a comfortable looking piece and lay Gerard down on it. He then crawled on top of him pushing his thigh between his legs.
Gerard spread his legs to allow Rick to kneel between them. His heart was pounding in his chest as his breath hitched in his lungs.
He needed this!
He needed someone to touch him, and not control him like Jon did!
He needed to not feel numb!

"Please.."

He moaned, breathily.

"Please?"

"Yeah, yeah I got you."

Rick didn't understand why, but he needed to see all of this man under him. He slipped Gerard's jacket off and watched as the black leather gave way to...black and blue.

"What the fuck?!"

Gerard's eyes flew wide open and he gasped, hands trying to cover the bruises.

"Did Johnny do this to you?"

Gerard shook his head, tears crowding his eyes.

"I'm not allowed to s..say."

"Oh man Gee, come here."

It was the first time Rick had used any thing other then a pet name for the man.
Gerard whimpered and leaned up into Rick's chest, burying his face against the younger man's collar.
Somehow, Rick made him feel safe.

"You know, I have lots of customers who are in that lifestyle, and I can tell you that both people are usually happy in the relationship. You seem anything but sweetheart."

Gerard turned his face away, repeating the party line..

"I'm not allowed to say."

Though his voice shook.
The man needed help and Rick knew it, but there was little he could do without having more information. What he could do though was take care of Gerard and give him what he really needed...kindness.

"Gee, let me take care of you. Let me show you how good it can be."

p>Sniffing slightly, Gerard turned wet eyes up toward Rick's gaze.

"I.. I had that.. It was t..taken away."

"Taken away?"

Gerard swallowed.

"Now it's gone.. He's.. he's gone!"

"Who baby, who's gone?"

Rick saw Gerard stiffen when he called him that. He never called him that before either.

"I take it he used to call you that?"

Gerard nodded shakily, biting his bottom lip.

"F..Frank."

He whispered, like he thought someone was listening in.

"You didn't want to leave him did you?"

"No!"

"Johnny?"

"I.."

Something in Rick's eyes told Gerard to trust him.

"We lived next to his parents.. They hired me to paint.. But Jon.. He.. I couldn't tell anyone.. You understand that, right?.."

He looked desperately into the other man's eyes.

"If I find out that he hurt you, I am going to rearrange his fucking nuts!"

Gerard whimpered, looking to the ground.

"Please Gee, i can help you if you tell me the truth."

Gerard sobbed, burying his face in his hands, then took a deep breath, and began.
He told Rick everything.. From the times Jon crowded him while he tried to work, to Frank seeing his back, and him running away, right up to that fucking giant butt plug yesterday. He left nothing out, and by the end, his eyes were red, and his face was wet.

"So.."

He sniffed.

"You still want to help me?"

Rick didn't even bother to hide his tears. He just grabbed Gerard and held him tightly.
Gerard fell apart. Sobbing and clinging to Rick.

"Rick?"

He looked up through wet lashes.

"I am going to get you out of this, I promise you! And that fuck is going to pay for everything he did to you... and Frank."

No matter how Gerard felt about everything, he wanted him to know that he was on his side.
Gerard smiled weakly, hiccuping softly.

"Thank you!.. Would you.. Umm.."

He swallowed heavily, looking down as his pale cheeks flushed.
Rick wanted to kiss the man so bad, but then he thought about everything that he had gone through...and he contributed to it. Making this man suck him off, use him...he was just as bad as that bastard.

"I'm sorry..."

Gerard tilted his head quizzically.

"What for?"

He chewed on the edge of his bottom lip, eyes wide and questioning.

"I am no better than him. I used you and I believed him when he said you were fine with everything he was doing. I was a fool."

Gerard shook his head.

"You believed your friend!.. And if you can't trust your friends to tell you the truth, who can you trust?"

He sighed.

"I lost everything, but I discovered that I could trust the one person I'd been afraid of for the last four years.. My brother's boyfriend.. You know!.. The one I told you about!.. I guess we all get it wrong sometimes!"

Rick looked down at the man he was about to take advantage of yet again. He was disgusted with himself and was glad that his raging erection had gone down.

"We need to figure out how to handle this now."

Rick began to get off the seat.
Gerard panicked slightly.. Rick was leaving him?
Grabbing at Rick's shirt, Gerard pulled him back down.

"Don't go.. Please?"

He held on tight, feeling his entire body quake.

"Why would you even want me near you right now?"

His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Be..because I don't want to be afraid any more.. And I don't want to be alone."

Gerard sobbed slightly, a deep, shaky sigh escaping his lips.

"Please.. I need this.. I.. I think I need you."

"You...need me?"

Gerard nodded, softly.

"It's been so long since anyone.. You know!.. Without wanting to con..control me.."

He looked down at his hands, frowning slightly.

"Or hurt me."

He whispered.

"But didn't I hurt you when I made you...?"

"A little.."

Gerard admitted, the blush on his cheeks intensifying.

"But I l..liked it.. Whether I wanted to admit that or not."

"You...liked it?"

Gerard nodded, shyly trying to hide in his hair.

"You made me feel.. Whole.. Wanted!"

"Christ Gerard!"

Rick jumped up, scaring the older man. He began to pace the room.

"How could anyone not want you?! Your so sweet and kind and you take so much shit and still manage to stand!"

Rick walked back over the dropped to his knees in front of him.

"You are literally the perfect package."

"Me?"

Gerard gasped, then shook his head vigorously.

"No!.. I'm nothing!"

Rick reached up and clasped his hands around Gerard's.

"Stop saying that! It's not true! It's that bastard! He has you thinking all this shit! Did Frank think like that of you?"

"Well.."

Gerard thought about it for a moment.

"No!.. But it's what I am now!.. Just.. Nothing.. A slut!"

He sobbed as fresh tears fell.
Rick grabbed Gerard and pulled him in tight. He ran his fingers through his hair lightly.

"No you are nothing like that. You are an angel that was pulled to earth and kept here by a cruel demon and now I am going to set you free so that you can be with your true love again."

Gerard looked at Rick in awe.

"My true love?.. You mean..?"

"Yeah, I am going to find Frank and explain everything to him and..."

"NO!"

Gerard yelped, pulling back, his eyes wide.

"He can't know!.. He'd.. He'd kill him.. He'd.. I.. I can't let th..that happen!.."

He shrunk into himself, pulling his knees to his chest and muttering.

"He can't know.. He can't!"

"Who would kill who?"

Gerard scrutinised his fingernails, while trying to stop his tears.

"F..Frank, would k..kill.. Jon!"

He stammered out, quietly.

"So you can't tell him, cos he'd get locked up.. And I'm not worth that!"

"Oh sweetheart, no no no, that would not happen. I promise you that. The one that is getting locked up is Jon."

But Gerard still shook his head.

"His mum and dad are rich, and they'll always believe him!.. They'll have me arrested.. me locked up.. He said so!"

"Bullshit! You really believed him? Honey, I have known his parents for years and they would sooner believe a crack whore than they would Jon."

Gerard was stunned.

"What?"

He whimpered.

"He.. He said.. Oh God!"

Gerard broke into heavy tears, burying his face in his hands.

"He.. He lied!"

"Shhh Shhh, it's okay. You know now and we can fix this, we can fix it all."

Rick's phone rang and he looked at the caller. He places a finger over Gerard's lips.

"Hey bro sup?"

"That bitch get there yet?"

"Yeah, but I had to stash him. Boss popped in with some uppity clients. Told them he was a model."

"What?! They didn't touch him did they?"

"Nah, but it will be a bit before I can get into the store room."

"Is he behaving?"

"Of course man, you trained the perfect pet, remember?"

"Yeah I did. Okay, call me before you send him over. I'm gonna take a nap."

"Sure thing dude."

Rick hung up and smiled at Gerard.

"Perfect. I'll just tell him that there was a problem, and that we couldn't get to it and get you a day off from that rapist bastard."

Gerard smiled gratefully.

"Thank you Rick... You don't know how much this means to me."

He looked down, timidly.

"I'm y..yours now.. Right?"

"Well....yeah, I mean you don't have to..."

Gerard sniffed slightly and looked up at the younger man.

"Please?"

He looked like a vulnerable kitten pouting like that, and well... Rick is only a man, so he did what he thought was right, he kissed him.
Gerard melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Rick's neck, and pulling him down on top of him.
His lips weren't as soft as Frank's, and his hands didn't feel as good, sliding over his exposed skin.. but he would never be with Frank again.. He knew that in his gut.. Frank was lost to him, cos that wonderful man would never want a slut like him as his fiancé.. so why not be with Rick?.. It wasn't like he had any more appealing alternatives.. And Rick was kinda cute, and he was nice, and gentle, and.. Oh God!.. HARD! And pressed against Gerard's hip, dangerously close to his rapidly stiffening cock.
Rick was trying to process what was going on, but it was really hard...and getting harder by the second.

"Uh...Gee, what are you...?"

Rick gasped as Gerard reached down and palmed his erection through his already opened jeans.

"Please Rick?.. Need you!"

Gerard whined slightly.

"Ah...fuck...yeah yeah, okay."

Gerard fought to get Rick's jeans off his hips.. In this position, it wasn't happening.

"Your pants.. Off!"

Gerard murmured.

"Right."

Rick sat up and undid the rest of his pants and pushed them off his thighs and legs. He sat there looking at the red headed beauty laying there in the perfect little tartan outfit.

"God Gee, you are stunning."

Gerard giggled softly, a coy blush colouring his cheek bones.

"Rick?.. Can I.. Um.."

He looked down, shyly, then looked up through a curtain of red hair.

"Can I call you.. Daddy?"

"Fuck, you are going to kill me, I swear."

Rick leaned down and mouthed at the lace covered cock in front of him.

"And now, I am going to "kill" you."

Gerard gasped, loudly, his head falling back against the weird headrest thing, and his fingers tangling loosely in Rick's hair.

"Oh YES Daddy.. Please!"

Rick decided right there that he was going to make Gerard cum with the panties on.
Gerard squirmed as the younger man played with him through the small scrap of lace. He could feel Rick's warm breath, and his soft, wet tongue.

"Daddy.. Don't tease!"

"What...my little girl doesn't like it when i tease him?"

Rick figured he might as well put his all into this since it will most likely be a one time thing.
Gerard pouted, dropping his chin back to his chest and gazing at Rick with lust-blown eyes.

"I'm yours Daddy!.. Take me now?"

"Not quite yet sweetheart. Almost. Want you to cum for me first. Want you to make a mess for me in your pretty lace panties."

Gerard whimpered.

"Oh yes Daddy.. Make me cum."

Rick went back to mouthing at the cloth, concentrating on the head and nibbling at it.
Gerard could feel his balls starting to tighten as his cock throbbed almost painfully.

"Please Daddy?.. Need to cum!"

"Anytime you want to sweetheart."

And then Gerard was cumming, his cock pulsing behind the lace, soaking the thin fabric as he moaned out in relief.

"Oh.. Fffff.."

He swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath as aftershocks shook his slender body.

"Ahhhh.. Daddy!"

"Shhhh, I got you little girl. You did so good for me. Rest now and let me clean you up."

Gerard's heart was racing in his chest as he lay back and tried to steady his breathing. He could almost make himself believe that Rick actually liked him, and that he could save him from Jon's vicious clutches.. Almost!
But Gerard knew he was nothing more than a dirty slut, and no one, not Frank, and not even Rick, would want a slut for a boyfriend. A quick fuck?.. Yes!.. But not a boyfriend!
Rick said all the right things, but tomorrow, he'd be right back with Jon.. Shit!.. His life sucked!
He was laying there with his eyes closed, and he didn't hear when Rick returned to his side.

"Gee...hey, you okay?"

The man was trembling again and Rick was concerned.

"Let's get you home and I will deal with Jon later."

Gerard's eyes fluttered open and met with Rick's.

"But.. I thought you wanted to.."

He trailed off in confusion.

"I do honey, I do, but you are in no shape right now. I want to get you home and get something in you and then maybe...myself."

Rick could not help the joke slipping out.

"Is your roommate home or does she work?"

Gerard glanced at the clock on the wall.

"She's at work. She won't get home till late."

Gerard sighed, deeply.

"Rick?.. Can I ask you something?"

Rick began putting his pants back on and gathering Gerard's jacket,

"Sure sweetheart."

Gerard looked down at his hands, trembling together in his lap.

"Why are you helping me?"

He looked up through his lashes.

"What do you want in return?"

"I want to see you happy, and that bastard in jail for hurting you and making things rough between you and Frank."

"But.."

Gerard couldn't understand it.

"Why?.. I'm not worth it!"

"Oh sugar. you are worth so much. It is that jerkoff, that is worthless!"

The elation of his climax had faded away now, and Gerard was left with that all too familiar feeling of emptiness.
He felt numb and cold, and his eyes had taken on a glazed look.
Accepting his jacket from Rick, and assistance in slipping it on, Gerard pushed himself awkwardly up off the weird chair thing, and stood, timidly awaiting further instructions.

"Let's drive back in your car, I can get back on my own."

Gerard was being too pliant and that bothered Rick. He was hoping that getting the guy back to his place would bring something out of him.

(time passes)

"Fuck really? Shit! And the time, he would have to be home by now. Yeah, no! Make him go home, but tell him to be here earlier tomorrow. Yeah thanks."

Jon hung up pissed off. Shit took too long with Rick and now Gerard had to go home before questions were asked by his stupid roommate. He wondered how Garmin was getting along with Frank. Not that he wanted to hear anything that they were doing, but he thought maybe he would call tomorrow and just touch base.

(time passes)

"Hey Gee, I got the bath all set."

Rick turned the water off. he set up candles and bubbles. He wanted to pamper the broken man. He wanted nothing in return, just a smile.
Gerard looked up slowly, his eyes, lost.
He nodded, and quietly followed Rick through to the bathroom.
He hadn't, but it felt like he'd taken a load of Vicodin. He felt like he was walking through a fog.
Shit!.. He'd not got any of his pills.. He was supposed to pick them up after Jon's.
No pills meant nightmares!.. They always came if he didn't take at least a couple.
As he silently undressed, his mind barely acknowledging where he was, or that Rick was in the room with him, thoughts of the night terrors that he'd had the last time he'd run out made his heart begin to race, and his breath to quicken.

"Gerard? Gerard are you okay?"

Gerard was shaking and it was scaring Rick. He really was going to kill Jon after this shit.

"Here, here ba...honey, come here."

Gerard could barely breath!.. His vision was darkening as he reached out for Rick.

"Can't.. Br.."

He gasped as he fell forward.

"Shhh, easy easy, I got you. Rick undressed everything except his boxers. He took Gerard and led him to the tub. He gently placed him in and then got in behind him. He carefully bathed him soothing him with words and feather light kisses along his shoulders. After a few moment, Gerard started to calm down.
As Gerard sat in the warm water, nestled between Rick's legs, with his back pressed to the younger man's firm chest, he began to feel his breathing steadying out, and his heart rate slow down.
He rested his head back on Rick's shoulder, and closed his eyes.

"Tired sweetheart?"

Gerard yawned, a tiny squeak escaping his lips as he snuggled back into Rick's arms.

"Come on, lets' get you changed for bed."

Rick got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around himself and shed his boxers. Once he was covered he went to Gerard's room and grabbed the man's robe.

"Here you go."

He helped Gerard stand up and them scooped him up carrying him into the bedroom. He lay him on the bed and tucked him in.
Gerard knew he wasn't going to be awake for much longer, and that's what was worrying him now.

"Rick?.. Stay with me?"

He whimpered. His voice cracking as a few tears slipped from his eyes.
Rick was going for his clothes when he heard the request.

"Yeah, sure I can. Can I just borrow something to wear?"

Gerard nodded, pointing toward the small dresser in the corner.

"Top drawer.. There should be something that'll fit."

Rick went in the draw and couldn't help but blush at the little frilly things of Gerard's in there. He found an old pair of boxers and wondered if they were Frank's at one point. He slipped them on under the towel and then walked back to the bed. He crawled in behind the older man and circled his tiny waist.
Gerard shuffled back, relishing in the warmth of having someone holding him close.. It felt like forever! He yawned wide.

"Good night Rick."

"Night Gee."

(time passes)</0H

"Gerard?"

Hayley walked in on a mission. She couldn't tell Frank about Gerard, but she could sure tell Gerard about Frank.

"Gerard?"

Hayley went to his room. She opened the door and stopped. Gerard was in bed with...a guy! Was this the asshole? Hayley moved closer and saw how they were sleeping. No way Gerard would let a rapist get that close and have such a serene look on his face. Hayley closed the door and went to her own room to try and figure out what that was all about.

Notes

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