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Mikey and the girls headed toward Liquid in Pete's old, clapped-out VW Beetle.
It was older than it's owner, but it still got him from a to b.

"Left at the lights."

Hayley directed from the passenger seat, as she was the only one of the three who knew the bar, and Pete's hunk of junk didn't have GPS.
She was worried about Frank. According to what Pete had found out, he'd been sent home on paid vacation a couple hours ago, so he was probably very drunk by now.
Why he'd been sent home, Pete hadn't been told, but she would bet money that it had something to do with that sleaze, Garmin.
On top of that, she was also horribly scared for Gerard, and she just prayed that Pete and that guy from the sex shop got to him in time.

"Right at the corner."

"There it is!"

Alicia jumped up in her seat. Mikey quickly found a parking space and they all jumped out. All three crashed through the door of the bar, startling the bartender.

"Hey! Where's the fire?"

Hayley looked around the dimly lit bar, then looked at Jeremy.

"Jezza, where's Frank?"

"Oh man, is he fucked up today. He drank two bottles of rum and then crashed through the back door."

"And you let him? What the fuck J!? Ya could of called me!"

"Hey man, I'm no baby sitter."

Hayley rolled her eyes, then turned to Mikey and Alicia.

"This way."

She headed toward the back door.

"He can't have gone far."

Nope, he hadn't! Frank got as far as the dumpster where he was slumped over still clutching the bottle of rum.
Hayley looked up and thanked God, (Who she didn't really believe in) before hurrying to his side.

"Hey there Frank.. You ok there buddy?"

Frank said nothing and Mikey looked concerned.

"Is he still breathing?"

Hayley put her hand on Frank's arm.

"Frank?"

Frank didn't even stir.

"Man, we gotta get him out of here. Take him to the house and get him in the shower."

Hayley nodded.

"Ok. I'll take his right arm, Mikey? you take his left.. Ali, can you open doors for us?"

"Yeah, I got it."

They hauled Frank up and Alicia held the back bar room door open. They dragged him through the bar and out the front door.

"Shit, Frank's bike!"

Hayley frowned slightly, then thought of something.

"Hold him a second?"

She passed her half of his weight to Alicia, then dug Frank's bike-lock keys from his pocket, unchained the bike, and stepped back inside the bar.

"Hey Jezza, could you put this out back for the night? I'll come by and fetch it tomorrow."

"Man, I don't know. In this neighborhood? Why don't you just ride it to the guy's house?"

Hayley considered this. She wanted to help look after Frank, but Jeremy was right about the neighborhood, the bike would probably be taken if she left it here.
Besides, with city traffic this time of day, and with how fast she was on a bike, she could get to Frank's house before Mikey in that useless car.
That settled, she smiled her thanks to the bartender, then wheeled the bike back outside.

"I'm gonna ride it to Frank's."

She stated, as she approached the others.

"You'll just have to tell me where he lives."

Mikey gave direction, then he climbed in the driver's seat, while Alicia got in the back with Frank and they all took off.

"This guy should be lucky that I decided to go with you instead of Mikey."

Pete cracked his knuckles with the thought of knocking the piece of shit out that was hurting Gerard.

Rick nodded, his movements tight, and angry. He kept his eyes on the road.

"Yeah!Well I think his luck just ran out, don't you?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Pete clapped Rick on his shoulder as they headed up the mountain road to the cabin.

Gerard cried out as the whip lashed down on his torn and bleeding back. He couldn't take much more of this.

"F-Forty t-two!"

He counted, miserably.

"Eight more and then I'm going to fuck you with no prep cause that's what an ungrateful bitch like you deserves!"

Tears streamed down Gerard's sickly pale face, his body shaking violently as he struggled to stay on his knees, his hands tied together in front of him with rough twine.

"Forty th-three!"

Jon wanted to say fuck it and just fuck the trembling man now. He dropped the whip and pulled Gerard back to him and shoved his cock inside. He then picked up the whip again and brought it down.

Gerard screamed. He felt like he was being ripped in two.
He forgot to count!

Jon gripped the man's hip and slammed into him as he continued to whip him. He was past the fifty strikes, but he didn’t care. He didn't care that Gerard had stopped counting. He just kept fucking him.

Gerard's breaths were coming in short, choked gasps now. He could feel his consciousness slipping away, and the only thing keeping him awake right now, was the splitting, blinding pain that he felt throughout his broken body.

"Scream for me bitch, scream! No one's going to fucking hear you, no one cares where you are. You're mine now!"

Gerard felt his stomach clench, then he gagged and vomited, water and a splatter of blood spilling out onto the wooden floor beneath him.
He gasped and choked painfully, praying for death to take him.

"Did you hear something?"

Pete lowered the radio and brought all the windows down.

Rick glanced at his companion, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel.

"No!What was it?"

Pete strained to hear it again. It was faint, but there and it was... screaming!

Rick's eyes widened.

"Fuck, I hear it!"

He could see the cabin now.

"THERE!"

He sped up, only just avoiding the trees that were bordering the narrow trail.

Pete was out of the car before it even stopped and charged at the door, ramming it hard with his shoulder. The cabin would have been a cute winter hide away if it were not for the screams coming from the second floor. Rick was a couple steps behind Pete, and saw him bounce off the heavy wooden door.

"Let me try!"

Rick said, before slamming his weight against the wood. It cracked, and the lock groaned under the assault.

"One more!"

Rick stepped back, then brought up his foot and kicked hard at the lock. The door flew open with a crash.
They ran inside and Pete frantically looked for the stairs.

"There!"

Rick was the first to mount the staircase, taking two steps at a time.
Any thoughts of talking this out with Jon had vanished from Rick's mind, the second he'd heard that first scream.
And worryingly, the screams had just stopped.

"Awww poor baby, did you pass out again? Well, we will just have to use the salt to wake you up again."

With his cock still shoved in Gerard's ass, Jon grabbed the salt whip. It was an interesting device he had created. He bought a block of salt at a pet store and broke it into chunks. He then glued them on to a cat o nine tails and he used it as punishment when his pet passed out from punishment. Yeah, it was redundant, but fuck it.

"Wake up my little pet; this is your only chance to."

Gerard remained stationary.

"Okay, you asked for this."

Jon raised his arm and pulled almost all the way out of his pet and then brought the salt ship down as he slammed back in.

Gerard's eyes flew open and a shrill, horrible scream left his split, bloodless lips, before his body convulsed, and he fell limp again.

"Rick, this way!"

Pete and Rick had made it up the stairs, but there were two hall ways. Pete took the right and Rick the left. Then Pete heard it. The room at the end of his hallway. He ran to it and Rick pounded his way down. They both rammed the door with their shoulders and it broke. The door flew opened and they were greeted by a nauseating sight. Gerard's rapist was fucking him hard and fast and there was blood everywhere on Gerard including between his legs. His rapist was so into it, he did not even hear them come in.

"Oh fuck, so tight!"

Jon left the salt whip to simmer in Gerard's raw back and he pulled him up and fucked up into him. He had the limp man bouncing in his lap and he was biting at his neck. His chest was slick with Gerard's blood and the salt was trapped between them. He could hear his pet groaning in continuous pain.

"This will teach you not to disobey me. You are mine! My pet! All mine! No one is going to save you…no one cares."

Rick felt like throwing up, but that would have to wait. Meeting Pete's horrified eyes for a moment, he knew that the shorter man felt the same.

"HEY... ASSHOLE!"

He yelled as they started across the room.

"What the..."

Jon didn't get to finish his sentence as he was yanked away and out of his pet.

Gerard's body slumped to the floor with a wet slapping noise. He didn't move again.

"Gee? Gee! Fuck we gotta get him out of here! He needs a hospital!"

Rick had Jon pinned to the floor with his arms twisted up behind his back, the other man bucking and writhing beneath him, trying to break free.

"Yeah!"

Rick grunted, looking over to Pete as he knelt down beside Gerard's silent, still form.

"Let's cuff this piece of shit to the bed, then go. Once Gerard tells us what he wants done with him, I'll come back and deal."

"You handle that, I'm going to see if there is any first aid in this place."

Pete went to the bathroom and found a first aid kit with bandages and peroxide. He brought it back.

"Shit, I don't want to hurt him, but I need clean him up a bit."

He picked up the towel he grabbed too, and soaked it in the peroxide.

"I'm sorry Gee, but I need to clean you up and then we'll get you out of here."

As careful as possible, he placed the soaked towel on Gerard's back.

Gee screamed out, his body thrashing from the pain.
He wasn't even really conscious, but the agony was so intense that his body and lungs reacted without his say so.

Rick stopped what he was doing to glance at the older man. It made him sick to see what someone he had once considered a friend, had done to that beautiful creature.
Growling low in his throat he continued to wrestle Jon's squirming and cursing form over to the bed.
Once he'd dragged him onto it, he used the handcuffs that were already attached to the headboard, to chain Jon in place. He then grabbed a sock that was within reach and stuffed it in Jon's mouth.

"Now shut the fuck up!"

He turned his attention back to Pete and Gerard.

"Need some help?"

"Yeah, I think I did all I can."

Pete levered Gerard into his arms.

"Let's get him into the car."

Rick nodded and grabbed a blanket to lay over the whimpering man, then followed Pete out of the room.

"FUCK THAT'S COLD!"

Frank flailed around as he was sprayed with ice cold water. He thrashed and realized that he is being held in place. He looked up.

"Mikey?"

"Welcome back Frankie."

Hayley sprayed him again, a small giggle escaping her lips at the confused and outraged look on his face.
Just then, her phone rang. Passing the shower head to Alicia, she excused herself and left the room, pulling the phone from her pocket on the way.
The caller ID said "Pete". Taking a deep breath, she pressed the answer key and held the cell to her ear.

"Pete, what's the news?"

"We got Gee. We're at the hospital and the police are trying to get a statement from him, but Gerard's not talking. Rick sent the police to the cabin where the bastard is tied up. Like he won't even let them take a rape kit. Both Rick and I agreed to be tested to rule ourselves out and Rick admitted to consensual sex with Gee, which is the only thing that Gee has said is true."

Pete spoke so fast to get everything out.

"Rick says that Gerard is convinced that Frank would never want him back. You need to get Frankie here. I think he is the only one that can get Gerard to talk."

Hayley listened to Pete babble on and on. She could tell he was stressing out.

"Okay Pete! Okay!"

She tried to calm him.

"Which hospital you at?"

Pete gave the address just as quickly.

"Hurry please, he doesn't look good. I don’t think he's been eating either."

Hayley pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Will do…and Pete?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell Gee that we're all coming. And try not to worry, Pete. We'll get this sorted, ok?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Okay, does someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on? Why I was just nearly drowned in my own shower?"

A very wet Frank was standing in front of Hayley.

"We'll be there soon Pete, gotta go!"

Hayley hung up her cell and pocketed it before answering a somewhat miffed Frank.

"Because you were beyond drunk, and we need you sober right now!"

She stated, hands resting on her hips, and one eyebrow raised.

"Why, what the fuck good am I?"

Mikey stalked over to Frank and punched him square in the jaw.

"Because you piece of shit. While you were drowning in alcohol, my brother was being held captive and raped and now he wants to die and you are the only thing that can save him!"

"Gee?"

Hayley grabbed Mikey's arm before he could swing again.

"That's enough Mikey!"

She bit out, then turned to face a suddenly sober Frank.

"Yes Frank, Gee. He needs you buddy. Time to step up."

"Where is he?"

Frank started to strip and find dry clothing. He had to get to Gerard. He had to see him.

"Hospital."

Hayley said gently.

"Pete and Rick are with him."

"Let's go!"

Gerard was laying on his side in the narrow hospital bed. The staff had cleaned and dressed all his injuries, stitching several that needed it, and he'd been given antibiotics, and a large dose of morphine.
He was staring at the wall with glassy eyes, as Pete tried to get him to talk.

"Gee please, you have to tell the police everything. If you don't, they are going to let that bastard go!"

Gerard continued to stare into space. What was the point? He had nothing left to live for! He would never see Frank again.
Suddenly the door to his room burst open and four people fell into it.

"Gee..."

Slowly Gerard's drugged up eyes swiveled toward the door. They must've overdosed him on morphine, cos that couldn't be Frank!

"Oh my God Gee! What happened to you?!"

Frank stumbled further into the room. He fell on his knees by the bed and carefully took Gerard's frail looking hand.

"My poor baby."

Gerard squeezed his eyes shut.

"N-Not real."

He mumbled, tears escaping from his eyes.

"Gerard? Gee, please baby, talk to me."

Gerard's breath started to speed up, his body shook.

"Nonononono! Too much! They gave me to much!"

Gerard's machines started going crazy beeping.

"What's happening?!"

Frank was pushed out of the way by doctors and nurses and they ran in to try and calm Gerard's body down.

"What have I done?"

Frank tried to run, but Mikey grabbed him.

"No, you are going to stay!"

"But I'm hurting him!"

"He doesn't believe you're real. Give him time."

Frank slumped in a chair as he watched them all calm Gerard down and gave him something so he was asleep in no time. When they left, Frank walked back over and moved his way onto the bed, carefully placing his arms around Gerard. He was going to show him that he was real.

Gerard's eyes fluttered open. The room was dark, except for a small nurse’s night light above the door.
He wasn't alone in the bed. That was worrying. Was it Jon? He couldn't tell.
Shakily he lifted his hand and poked the person who was sharing his bed, in the chest.

"Mmmm, it's too early Gee, go back to sleep."

Frank's hand intertwined with Gerard's seeking out his ring.

Gerard gasped at that voice. Could it be? Surely not.

"F-Frankie?"

"I promise I'll make you pancakes if we can sleep a little longer, okay?"

"Frankie…is it you?"

"Gee?"

Frank looked up and saw Gerard looking at him with wonder, and he remembered.

"Yeah, baby, it's me."

Gerard swallowed heavily, tears spilling down his cheeks.

"How… why are you here?"

"I lost you once before baby; I'm not going to do it again. I let a horrible person take you away from me. I need to make that right again."

"B-But how can you even l-look at m-me?"

Gerard sobbed, lowering his eyes in shame.

"I'm a disgusting slut! How can you bear to be near me?"

"Because you didn't do anything because you wanted to. I know, because I was in the same situation."

Frank decided he was going to tell Gerard everything. He deserved to know the truth.
Gerard's forehead creased in confusion, and he looked up to see his own guilt and shame mirrored back at him.

"Frankie?"

"My boss...not Sam...Garmin, was blackmailing me. I...he..."

This was harder that Frank thought.
Gerard reached up and lay his hand gently against Frank's damp cheek.

"You don't have to. It's okay."

He whispered, his thumb softly stroking Frank's face.

"No, I need to! I want us to get back to us again. You need to know the truth, you deserve to."

Frank took a deep breath.

"The night I came home and you ran away, I had quit my job. Garmin...orally raped me."

Gerard's eyes grew wide, a tiny squeak slipping past his lips.

"Oh God Frankie! Did he h-hurt you?"

"Mostly my pride. I went out and drank and then came home and found you bleeding. I tried to talk to you, but you ran and then I must have passed out because the next day you were gone...and you never came back."

Another deep breath.

"Garmin called me that morning and told me that he knew where you were and that he would tell you what happened if I didn't come back and be his...sex slave. His fucking pet!"

Gerard's lip wobbled as he breathed shakily.
Frank… his Frank, had been treated like that! He felt sick.

"You should've walked away."

He murmured, sadly.

"I'm not worth you going through th-that."

"Yeah you are. You are worth more than my life Gee. I love you."

Then Frank told Gerard about the last month and everything that he went through hoping that one day Garmin would tell him where he was, or that one day he would come home and find him asleep in their bed.

"I even asked the Peterson's, but no one had seen you. Angela was very upset that you were gone. She was very worried about you. Jon didn't know where you were either."

Gerard's eyes widened almost comically, and he choked on a bitter laugh.

"You don't know, do you?They didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what baby? You can tell me anything. I shared everything that I went though and I know you still love me."

"You said Jon didn't know where I was?"

Frank nodded.

"It was Jon! He's the one that…it was him!"

"What!?"

Frank was truly in shock.

"But he said he would help look for you and...I'm going to fucking kill him!"

Gerard lowered his head, his faded red hair falling in front of his face.

"I think the cops have him. They were talking to me before, but I was so spaced out on pain killers, that I couldn't tell them anything."

He looked up to meet Frank's concerned eyes.

"I'm not sure though. It's all kind of a blur."

"Baby, please, you need to tell the cops what happened. Sam took care of his son when he found out. We need to make these bastards pay for hurting us."

Gerard trembled and buried his face against Frank's chest.

"I'll…I'll tell them if y-you'll stay w-with m-me?"

"Forever baby, forever."

Things were getting better. They weren't perfect, but better.

Jon had been sent to prison for a grand total of 35 years. He'd been found guilty of false imprisonment, GBH, ABH and five counts of rape. Four girls from his college having come forward on top of Gerard, though it was presumed there were more.
The Peterson's couldn't leave the street fast enough. They were ashamed of their son, and rightly so.
Just one week after Jon was sentenced; they took a really low offer on the house, and moved out of state.
The new owners were perfect. Gerard and Frank couldn't wish for better neighbors.
Over the weeks following Gerard's rescue, Hayley and Alicia had become reacquainted, and were actually now a couple, and with Mikey and Pete, they'd gone in together to buy the house. They spent the first two weeks painting the whole place white, as Gerard had promised to help them decorate properly when he was up to it, and the Peterson's style was to no one's taste.
After some much needed recovery time, Frank had gone back to work, for reduced hours to begin with. He got his promotion, a pay rise as compensation, and about a dozen apologies from Sam. Things were a little bit weird at first, but they soon started to settle down.
Things were getting better. They weren't perfect, but better.

"Dinner's almost ready!"

Gerard looked up from his painting and smiled softly.

"I'll be right there."

Placing the paintbrush into a glass of water, the red paint bleeding out of the bristles, Gerard sighed deeply.
He'd come a long way in the last two months. For one thing, food was no longer the enemy.
Sure, he still struggled with it some days, but the therapy was helping, and he really was getting better.
Washing his hands in the sink by the window, he glanced out to see Mikey and Pete drinking what appeared to be cocktails on the hood of their car. Classy.
Gerard chuckled as he wiped his wet hands on a small towel, then headed through to the living room.

"What we having Frankie?"

He asked, softly, seeing the younger man dishing up in the kitchen.

"Your favorite baby, bagels!"

Frank laughs.

"Well not quite.Homemade bagels turned into gourmet pizza bagels!"

Gerard giggled.

"When I'm allowed back behind the wheel, you'll be getting bagels every single day, without fail.Those look good!"

He smiled.

"Yeah, but not as good as you baby."

Frank circled Gerard's waist and squeezed him lightly. Frank has been very careful as to his physical contact with Gerard. He still had nightmares and freaked out if he was being held too tightly.

Gerard tensed slightly, and then relaxed into the embrace.
He was grateful that Frank was being so patient with him, but he also worried that he was being bothersome, and that Frank would get sick of waiting.
He wanted to get back to how they were, he really did, but he was scared that he might panic when Frank touched him, and he couldn't bear the thought of making Frank feel bad, for something that wasn't his fault.

"Baby, you're doing it again. Stop worrying that I am getting tired of you."

Frank reached up and touched Gerard's face.

"I love you, and when you are ready and only when you are, we will do anything you want. Till then, I'm content with this."

Frank reached up and kissed Gerard's lips lightly. He smiled and then went back to making dinner.

Gerard stood still for a moment, thinking about what Frank had said.
Yes, Frank would wait, but it wasn't fair on him to have to wait forever.
Sighing silently, Gerard sat on one of the breakfast bar chairs, and watched as Frank finished their meal.

"Frank?"

"Yeah baby?"

Gerard studied his fingernails for a few seconds, trying to build up the nerve, then looked up.

"Can we…I mean…if you don't want to its okay, just I was thinking..."

He trailed off, his chin dropping to his chest again as he sighed out in defeat. He couldn't even form a sentence. Why the Hell did Frank put up with him?

"Okay baby, all done and...Gee, come on Gee, talk to me, what's wrong?"

Gerard kept his head down, twisting his hands in his lap. He'd never been scared of talking to Frank before.

"Baby, please, talk to me?"

Gerard looked up through his lashes, his teeth worrying at his bottom lip.
He could do this. It was Frankie, for goodness sake. No need to be scared.

"I..."

He swallowed thickly, then tried again.

"I want to t-try something."

"What baby, what?"

Gerard's heart was hammering.. Why was this so fucking hard?

"If you don't want to, just say no, okay?"

"I can't say anything it you don't tell me silly."

Gerard laughed, awkwardly, lifting his hand up and rubbing the back of his neck as he felt his cheeks heat up. He couldn't look Frank in the eye. He couldn't do this.

"No. Um…don't worry. It was a dumb idea. Let's just eat, okay?"

"Gee..."

Gerard bit his lip, looking away as he felt tears prickle behind his eyes.

"F-Forget it, It d-doesn't m-matter."

Frank got down on his knees in front of Gerard.

"Baby..."

Gerard shook his head, his lip trembling.
Frank reached up.

"Talk to me.I love you, nothing you say could change that."

Gerard finally met Frank's eyes, and saw the love there. Maybe he could do this.
Sniffing slightly, Gerard took a breath.

"Would you…I mean…uh.. I'd like to try to..."

He breathed heavily for a few seconds.

"Top!Onlyifyouwantto!"

He rushed out his last sentence.

Frank was speechless. That was the last thing he ever expected to come out of the older man's mouth.

"You wanna...Top?"

Gerard looked down, his cheeks on fire.

"Err…yes?"

"Is that what you have been trying to ask me all this time?"

"Yes? I just…I just thought I might be able…I mean…I might be more comfortable… just I..."

He trailed off.

"Hey heyhey, if you think it will help, than yeah, we can do that."

Gerard's head snapped up, his eyes wide.

"Really?"

He asked, incredulously. He hadn't actually thought he'd say yes.

"Well yeah, I know you didn't think that I never bottomed before did you?"

Gerard giggled slightly.

"Actually…yeah…I-I didn't think you had."

He laughed a bit more, his body relaxing a little.

"I guess that was stupid of me, huh?"

"Nah, not stupid. Most people think that about people that top, that they never did anything but."

Gerard was curious now.

"So, uh…how many times have you…"

He waved his hands around as his voice failed him inexplicably.

"Um...I think five total?"

Frank had to think back since most of it happened in college...well where else right?

"Wow!"

Gerard breathed, wide eyed.

"So, you'd be... up for it?"

"Sure, I mean not tonight cause I have to work tomorrow, and you may get to stand when you paint, but I have to sit at the computer."

Gerard's whole face felt like it was on fire now. He looked down at the floor, embarrassed at having even suggested it.

"Course, no, not tonight."

He shook his head, hoping his voice didn't sound too pathetically weak…like it did to his own ears.

"So…bagels, huh?"

Now he just sounded like an idiot and one who was seconds away from bursting into tears, at that.

"I'll be back in a minute."

He turned and walked quickly toward the bathroom.

"Baby, baby, come back here. It's okay."

Frank heard the door close and sighed. At least he knew that Gerard wasn't hurting himself anymore. He placed the bagels in the still warm oven and went into the bedroom. Frank sat on the bed to wait till Gerard came out.

Gerard stood with his hands braced on the edge of the sink and his head hung low as he tried to regain his composure.
It was stupid really. Frank hadn't said no, just, not tonight.
Fighting to keep his breathing in check he counted slowly back from ten.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... and breathe."

He felt his heart rate steady and lifted his head to look in the mirror.

"Urgh!"

He groaned at the sight, turning away. He may be eating better now, but he was still painfully thin only now, he could see it too.

"No wonder he doesn't want to do it tonight."

He mumbled to himself, before opening the door and stepping back into the bedroom.

"Frank?"

"Hey Gee, come here."

Frank held his arms out to Gerard.
Gerard hesitated, then crossed the room, and sat himself sideways on Frank's lap, his head hung low, hiding in his hair.

"You know I wasn't turning you down, right?"

Gerard nodded, twisting his fingers together in his lap.

"Hey, let's go eat dinner and then cuddle, how's that sound?"

"Okay."

Gerard whispered out, moving to get off of Frank's lap, but still not meeting his eyes.

Frank chuckled and took Gerard's hand. He led him out of the bedroom to the kitchen and then helped Gerard onto the stool. He pulled the bagels back out and placed them on their plates.

"I made yours with mushrooms and peppers!"

Gerard smiled softly, accepting his plate.

"Thank you."

He said, quietly, his eyes still lowered.

They ate quietly just making small talk. When they were done, they did the dishes together.

"How about a movie while we cuddle Gee? You pick it out?"

Gerard nodded then drifted over to the cabinet beside the TV.
He scanned his eyes over the titles, and settled, eventually, on Catwoman.
Slipping the disc into the player, he went to sit on the sofa, curling up with his feet tucked up underneath him, and a throw cushion cuddled to his chest.
He waited for Frank to get back from the bedroom before starting the movie. He didn't know why Frank had gone in there.

"Hey..."

Frank was really nervous, but he wanted to do this.

"So....we both went through a lot these past few months...but I want you to know that my feelings never changed for you the entire time."

Gerard looked up at Frank, his own eyes confused as he registered the nerves in Frank's.

"Frankie?"

"Baby, I love you! That is never going to change and if you will have me again, I still want to marry you."

Frank took a deep breath as he got down on one knee and presented Gerard with a new ring. It was rose gold and because of Gerard's love for pink it was set with a pink diamond surrounded on both sides with white diamonds in the infinity symbol.

Gerard gasped, his eyes widening and one hand flying to his mouth.
For a second, he couldn't breathethen he was launching himself at Frank's chest, and smashing his lips to the younger man's.

"Oh yesyesyes! Oh God Frankie yes of course I want you!"

He sobbed happily in between the dozens of butterfly kisses he peppered Frank's face with.

"I never s-stopped w-wanting you!"

His lip trembled as he clung on tight.

Frank laughed, clinging to Gerard as much as he was to him.

"I was so fucking scared you would say no."

Gerard shook his head rapidly, his breath hitching.

"I…I was afraid y-you wouldn't want m-me!"

"What?!How could I not want you?!"

Gerard buried his face in Frank's shoulder. This was a happy moment, he didn't want to ruin it.

"Doesn't matter now."

He mumbled into the side of Frank's neck, before attaching his lips to the scorpion tattoo that resided there, sucking gently.

"Gee..."

It felt good and it had been so long since Gerard had done something like that. Frank wanted whatever Gerard gave him. Right now though he was whining like a puppy and he worried that it would bother the older man.

Gerard heard Frank's noises, and he grinned against his skin, then started marking him a little lower down, pulling the neck of Frank's shirt down a bit to get to more of him.

"Fuck."

Frank was trying so hard not to buck up into Gerard for fear of scaring him, but he could feel himself growing hard already.

Gerard slid his hands down Frank's chest and up underneath his top. Frank's hot skin seared his fingertips, and he wanted more.
He pushed the thin fabric upwards and bent to taste the skin beneath, his lips closing around Frank's left nipple.

"Gee Gee, I, fuck, think you neeedtooooosloooooo"

Frank suddenly forgot the English language.

Gerard played with Frank's right nipple as he suckled on the left, then he swapped, his free hand moving down to palm Frank's hardening cock through his jeans.

"Oh God!"

Frank had been the only one touching his cock for the last two months. He had to get Gerard to stop before he took it too far and regretted it.

"Gee, baby, too much Ith-th-think."

But Gerard couldn't stop now. He needed this. Needed to feel.

"Please Frankie?"

He murmured, sliding his hand inside Frank's pants and boxers. Wrapping his long fingers around Frank's length.

"N-Need you."

"Hnnnggg."

It was not even a word, but it spewed from Frank's mouth as he panted and cried out more nonsense. He was super sensitive too.

"Geeeee, I'm gonnna......"

Gerard lifted his head to meet Frank's eyes as his hand slowly stroked Frank's cock, his thumb running over the tip, and digging into his slit.

"Fuck, so good, so longggg..."

Frank was doubling his efforts to not cum so fast. He was no minute man, but his fiancé’s delicate hand wrapped around his cock and...

"Fuuuucckkkkk!"

Gerard felt Frank pulse in his hand. God he'd missed this!
He watched Frank's mouth form a perfect O, and had a sudden desire to stick his cock in it.
He whimpered at the sight.

"*gasp*"

Frank was overwhelmed. He wanted to return the favor to Gerard, but wasn't sure he could.

Gerard needed something.. Anything!

"Frankieeee!"

He whined, desperately.

"Okay baby, shhh, I got you."

Very careful and with no sudden movements, Frank reached into Gerard's pants and wrapped his hand around his cock.

Gerard's head fell back as he bucked up into Frank's hand, his mouth falling open, and his eyes fluttering closed.

"Ahh.. Yes!"

Frank leaned in and nuzzled Gerard's neck. He licked and nipped at the skin lightly.

Gerard's breath shuddered through him, his hands clenching reflexively at Frank's shirt.

"Oh God Frankie, close!"

He mewled and withered under Frank's talented touch.

"FrankiEEEE!"

He screamed out as he came, shooting great streams of cum over Frank's hand, and the inside of his own pants.

"F-Fuck."

He panted out as Frank gently stroked him through his aftershocks.

"I love you baby."

Slowly opening his eyes, Gerard looked lovingly up into Frank's face.

"I love you so much Frankie. Don't ever wanna lose you again."

He took in a deep, calming breath, then let it slowly back out.

"We're gonna be ok, you and me. In fact..."

He grinned, leaning in to softly kiss the man he intended to spend the rest of his life with.

"…I think we're gonna be perfect."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks!.. How are you?..

So, we've reached the end of this particular journey, but we have more stories to tell.

This was the first story that I started writing with the incredible momiji_neyuki, and so far, it's still my favourite. I do urge you to look up our others though, just click on either of out names in the authors list below, and our complete catalogue on this site will be at your fingertips.
If you want to read more of momiji's work, I suggest you go to AO3, as she has more works there than here.
Also, go check out momiji's notes on this and our other fics on AO3.

Anyway.. Until next time.. Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
<3Love ya all!