Special delivery

Gerard didn't go back to the Peterson's that afternoon. What had happened that morning, had shaken him up a bit, and he decided on a little retail therapy, followed by a bath, then he'd get himself ready for when Frank came home. That sounded SO much better than dodging slimy Jon's advances while he tried to paint their damn mural.
After a couple of hours going around his favourite shops, Gerard headed home with two small, plain black bags clutched tight in his pale hands. As he got in, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket, he took the bags into the bedroom and tipped the contents onto the bed. One bag held this tiny, black, almost see-through babydoll nightdress and matching g-string panties. The babydoll has a small, bright pink bow in the middle of the cleavage, and the panties had them on both hips to match. Gerard smiled wickedly.. If he wore these tonight, and let Frank use the contents of the other bag on him, then he might get Frankie to forget about dinner altogether. Giggling at his plans, Gerard placed the lingerie carefully on the bed, then moved toward the bathroom to run himself a nice, hot bubblebath.

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"Today just sucked so hard. I am so happy it's the weekend."
By the end of the day all the boys were dragging. For some reason after lunch things just went downhill and all the boys suffered bad luck on their last runs. Frank waved good bye to Ray, Patrick, and Ryan as he peddled home. On the ride he thought about dinner and how it was his turn to cook. He so didn’t want to now...
"Pizza!"
Frank peddled quickly to the place that had Gerard's favorite kind of pizza. Who knew salad pizza was actually good? Frank waved hi to the delivery guy.

"Hey man, it's not Wednesday you know."

"Yeah, had a rough day at work figured pizza would cheer me up...plus it's my turn to cook."

"Oh man, your boy is gonna kill you."

"Nah, I got it covered."

The guy laughed and then shouted to the kitchen.
"Hey Charlie! Give this guy the Wednesday special."

"You got it Dave!"

Frank turned and smiled.
"Thanks man!"

"No problem, just don’t forget the cheese this time."

"Yeah, then Gee will really kill me."
They joked a little more and then Dave left for his own deliveries. Frank sat back nursing a cream soda and waited for his order.

Gerard swirled his hand through the water, mixing in the bubble bath and essential oils as the large tub slowly filled up. The room was warm, and he'd already stripped off his clothes, putting them in the hamper, and reminding himself to do the laundry tomorrow. Despite Frank helping him to "relax" at lunchtime, Gerard could still feel a knot of tense muscle in between his shoulders, and he hoped the soothing, warm water would help.. You know, in the absence of a better solution.
Turning off the taps, Gerard climbed carefully into the bath, and sank down into the ALMOST too hot water.

"Ahhhh."
He sighed out, wiggling his toes up in the bubbles.
"Heaven"

Closing his eyes and enjoying the quiet, drifting off into wonderful dreams of all the things he wanted Frank to do to him tonight, Gerard didn't hear the knock on their front door, or Jon's voice as he called Gerard's name. Thankfully, the chilled out artist remained oblivious, and eventually, Jon returned to his own home.
When Gerard felt that the water was starting to get cold, he stepped back out and over to the shower, where he quickly washed his longish black hair, then wrapped one towel around his waist, and another, smaller one, around his head, before leaving the steamy room, and returning to their bedroom.
Having thoroughly dried his body, and roughly toweled his hair, Gerard went to his dresser and picked up a large pot of mango-scented body butter, opening the lid and just enjoying the delicate aroma for a moment, then scooped some out, and began to smooth it on, all over his slender body. It made his skin soft, and the scent was his favourite.. Frank's too. After this, Gerard slipped into the sheer black panties and the pretty little babydoll, before heading to the kitchen to find those candles he'd bought last week. "Now, where did I put them?" He mumbled, bending over to search the bottom cabinet.

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"Thanks a lot Charlie!"
Frank grabbed the fresh hot pizza and tethered it to the back of his bike. Sometimes it paid to be a messenger boy. The smell was driving him crazy as he made his way down the street to their home. They were so lucky to get this little house. it was perfect for Gerard to do his art in and a great location. Frank locked the bike to the side of house and then headed up the walkway with the pizza wafting in the breeze.

"Excuse me Frank."

Frank looked over and saw Mr., Peterson, their next door neighbor and his son Jon.
"Hey Me. Peterson, Jon."

"Is Gerard ill?"
Frank could not understand why they were asking.
"He never came back to paint after his lunch break with you."

Frank thought about that and the conversation he had with Gerard. Maybe there was something more there than he said.
"He did say he felt a little sick when he was doing the mural this morning."

"Really, Jon, you were with Gerard today, did he look ill to you?"

Jon fidgeted and Frank watched him very carefully. The boy knew something, he was acting guilty.
"Not that I know of Pop."

"Hmmm, well tell Gerard if he does not feel well by Monday, to take the day off."

"Yes Mr. Peterson, I will."
They said goodbyes and Frank fished his keys out. He needed to talk to Gerard about this.


Gerard had put on some soft, romantic music, and was just lighting the last of the candles, when he heard voices coming from outside. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but when he peeped out through a small gap in the blinds, he saw that it was Frank, holding a large pizza box.How was he gonna get out of eating now? Mr. Peterson, and that asshole, Jon.
Mr. Peterson was a nice guy, always interested in how Gerard was getting on with the mural, he'd come to check it out everyday when he returned from work. His wife too, again, very nice. When she was home, in between shopping trips and brunch with her friends, she'd offer Gerard tea and biscuits, which, of course, he politely declined. But she was always friendly, and never disturbed him when he was in the middle of the tricky bits. JON, on the other hand, was a dick!
From the first time Gerard set foot in their cream coloured home, he could feel the boy's eyes on him. Jon was 20 years old, and in the middle of a gap-year from college. So he was almost always at the house.
Angela and Malcolm, as Mr. and Mrs. Peterson insisted Gerard called them, though he struggled to address them so informally, what with them being his bosses, and all, well THEY thought their darling son could do no wrong. They either didn't see, or chose to ignore, as the boy, a linebacker for his college team, harassed Gerard, going so far as to crowd the smaller male into a corner of the hallway this morning, and run his fingers up Gerard's side, as he cowered and begged Jon to stop. LUCKILY Angela had returned home then, and Jon backed off. Gerard didn't like to think what would've happened if she hadn't shown up.
And NOW he was outside talking to Frank.. What the Hell did he want? Gerard saw Malcolm and Jon turn to head home, and Frank turn toward their door, keys in hand. Quickly, Gerard went back to his candles, leaning over the dining table, with his back to the door, and pretended he didn't hear Frank come in.

Frank stuck the key in the door, his head filled with the questions and answers he wanted from Gerard.
"Hey Gee, I'm home."
Frank stopped and took off his shoes and padded down the hallway.
"Hey, I ran into Mr. Peterson and he said...that...you...did...n't..."
The words fell out of Frank's mouth and brain as he walked into the dining room and saw Gerard bent over the table in the middle of lighting candles.
"Wow..."

Gerard took a slow, deep breath, and straightened up. Putting a soft, almost innocent smile on his face, he turned around, with the long match, held delicately in his fingertips. He brought the flame up toward his soft, pink glossed lips, and blew it out.
"Hi Frankie, I didn't hear you come in"
He stepped away from the table, and slinked across the room toward his rather stunned looking boyfriend.
"How was work?"

"It was...uh...good?"
Frank wanted to smack himself in the face right now.
"I brought...uh...pizza."
He sounded like a fucking idiot.
"You look...nice."

Gerard glanced down at himself, like he couldn't remember what he had on.
"Oh, this?I got paint on my clothes, so I had to change…you like?"

He looked up through his long lashes, all shy smile and innocence.
"Yeah...you look...nice."
What the fuck was wrong with him? Where was the smooth talking man from this afternoon that had this boy shaking? He was a gibbering idiot right now.

Gerard dropped the match into an ashtray on the coffee table. He smiled sweetly as he brushed past Frank, sliding his hand over the other man's taught chest on the way to the bedroom.
"Aww… you are sweet."
He cooed, slipping through the door, and out of sight, leaving Frank to stand there, shellshocked.

"Uh...Gee...I have food."
Frank still had not moved. He still had the pizza in his hand. he still had his jacket on and his messenger bag slung across his chest. Amazingly he still had his brain in his head too.

"But Frankie..."
Gee's voice drifted through from the bedroom.
"I'm just a little tied up right now"
"Tied...up..."
Frank rolled the words around in his head. Suddenly he shook out of it. He put the pizza down on the table and took off his coat and messenger bag as he made his way down the hall into the bedroom. He saw that the door was slightly closed, but there was a shimmer of candlelight coming from inside.
"Gee I..."
Frank stopped and stared. There was Gerard, his boyfriend, tethered to the bed with red leather handcuffs. He had a matching red mask over his eyes and next to his hip was a red leather paddle. Frank walked in slowly as if it was a dream and he would disturb himself and wake up. He walked up to the bed and touched Gerard's bare ankle slowly running his hand up to his thigh.
"Gee..."

Gerard bit his bottom lip, a shiver running through his body as his breath hitched. "Frankie.."
He whispered out into the air, suddenly a little nervous, though he had no idea why. Maybe it had something to do with this morning?
"Frankie I..."

"Shhhhh. I know."
Frank realized that this was Gerard's way of making up for not going back to the mural today. He felt guilty and needed to know that it was okay.
"I got you Gee, i got you."
Frank undid one cuff.
"Up on your knees Gee."

Swallowing deeply, Gerard wriggled himself over onto his belly, then up onto his knees, before taking hold of the black metal headboard with both hands. He couldn't see what Frank was doing, but he could guess.
Frank recuffed Gerard and then picked up the paddle. It felt kind of hard and he was worried it would hurt too much. he wanted to play with this fantasy of his, but not hurt him. Frank walked to the bathroom and found a small towel. He quickly used some left over string from one of Gerard's projects to tie it on. This way it would sting less. He walked back over while removing his own shirt.
"You have been a very naughty girl haven't you Gee. You never went back to work when you got home. You knew that was bad, but you didn’t care did you?"
When Gerard did not answer, Frank brought the paddle down onto the meatiest portion of his ass.
"Answer me when I question you!"

"Ahh.."
Gerard gasped
"Y- Yes sir... very naughty sir"

The paddle felt softer than he thought it would, but it still left a slight sting.

"Why didn’t you go back Gee?"
When he didn't answer again, Frank hit him three more times. He ran his hand over the slowly blushing skin. It felt warm against his palm.

Gerard whimpered quietly.. He couldn't tell Frank the truth..Couldn't tell him what Jon did.. What the younger man was really like. If he told Frank that Jon had tried to touch him, Frank would go over there.. And if Frank went over there.. Well, last time Frank defended Gerard's honor, he nearly ended up killing the guy. Gerard couldn’t tell him the truth.
"S-Sir... I was s-sick, s-ir."
His voice cracking as tears fell behind his blindfold. He hated lying to Frank.

"Sick huh? You didn't seem so sick when I was pounding you into the brick wall before that!"
This time Frank hit Gerard with his hand. He rubbed his hand against the skin and kneaded it before he hit him again.

Fuck!.. That one hurt a bit.

"Sir..I.. Sir.."
He sniffled slightly, shaking his head and trying to hold it together. He didn't know what to say. He should've just eaten the damn pizza.
”Frankie…”

Gerard's voice changed pitch and it made Frank stop. He listened quietly and heard it. Gerard was crying.
"Gee!"
Frank dropped the paddle and unhooked the cuffs. He tore the blindfold off and saw the tears streaking down his delicate face and with it lines of the makeup he put on.
"Baby, shhh, no, it's okay."
Frank gathered Gerard up in his arms and rocked him slowly as he caressed his hair.
"We won’t do that again. No more."
Frank kicked the red leather item off the bed so that Gerard would not have to even see them.
"Why did you do this? You could have just told me what happened, I would have understood. I love you baby."

Gerard sobbed into Frank's shoulder
"I'm sorry Frankie… I-I just thought…"
He took a deep breath in and held it for a moment, before slowly releasing it back out. "I knew it was something you'd…fantasised about.. I thought I could h-handle it."
Gerard buried himself against Frank's chest.
"I'm sorry."

"No baby, you are my fantasy. I only want to do things that you want to also."
Frank lifted Gerard's face up and kissed his eyes. He then kissed all the tears away and then moved to his trembling lips. he kissed him lightly as he held him close.
"Let's get you dressed in something comfortable and we will eat pizza and watch a romantic comedy where people are more stupid than we thought possible. It's your favorite too. Salad pizza."

Right on fucking cue, Gerard's stomach grumbled. A small giggle escaped his lips. Maybe he could eat, a little bit. Looking up into Frank's gentle eyes, he thanked whatever deity was watching over them that this man loved him enough to care when he cried. Max never had.
"Ok Frankie, thatsounds good"

Frank kissed Gerard's head and then sat him on the bed. He went to the drawers and pulled out a pair of his comfy sweat pants and one of his own t-shirts. He brought them over to Gerard.
"Let's get you changed baby."
Frank carefully pulled the baby doll over Gerard's head and then put the t-shirt on him. He then slid the simple panties off and replaced them with the sweat pants. He stripped out of his own clothes and put on his own sweats, but skipped the shirt. Frank led a barefoot Gerard through the carpeted house to the living room. He set him up on the sofa and then went to grab plates, paper towels, and the pizza. He brought them into the living room. He then went back and blew out all the candles, like he did in the bedroom and grabbed a couple bottles of water.
"Okay baby, what do you want to watch?"

"Umm..."
Gerard mused, as he curled his feet up underneath himself.
"Can we watch Pretty In Pink pleeease?"

"You and those John Hughes movies."
Frank chuckled, but picked up the DVD case and popped it in. He then plated two pieces of pizza and handed one to Gerard as he sat next to him and picked up the remote.

Gerard looked at the cheese and bread and all those fucking toppings, and felt his guts clench.He could do this, right? He used to eat like everyone else…couldn't he do it again? Just for tonight? Picking up his slice of pizza, Gerard lifted it to his mouth, slowly. He could feel Frank watching him, but kept his eyes on the opening scene of the movie, as it played on the TV set in the corner. Opening his mouth, Gerard took the first, delicate bite.
”Oh God so good!”
He'd forgotten how good that tasted, and was actually quite hungry, and before he knew it, he'd nearly polished off the entire slice, and Frank was sat giggling next to him.

"I knew you didn't eat enough for lunch. No wonder you got sick this afternoon."
Frank finished his slice and then got up and went into his messenger bag and pulled out a small paper bag.
"Look Gee, the guy who always delivers for us was there and he gave up these free!"
Frank pulled out a container with four fresh cannolis that were chocolate dipped and had chocolate chips in the cream along with a dusting of powdered sugar on top.
"Remember when we had our first date and I brought you these?"

Gerard stared at the decadent deserts. Dear God…how was he gonna get out of THIS?
"Frankie they…they look lovely, but I'm full. Don't think I could eat another bite. I'm sorry. Why don't you eat them, or put them in the fridge for later?"
He looked up through heavy lashes, trying to not show the discomfort his stomach was in right now.

"Awww, just one bite, for me?"
Frank held the confection up and pouted his lips. Gerard wanted to cry. He didn't want Frank to be worried about him, cos there was nothing to be worried about…right? But just the thought of eating that, made him really quite nauseas.

"Frankieeee.."
Gerard whined, turning his face away. At the moment the phone rang. Frank put the cannoli down and went and picked it up.

"Yeah?.. What?! No fucking way! When?.. Yes, oh my God yes!.. Yes, okay, yes Monday!"
Frank hung up the phone and gave a victory cry. He ran back in the living room and pulled Gerard off the sofa.
"Baby baby! I got a promotion! No more bike riding! Brendon is being promoted so he offered his dispatch position to me!"

"Oh my God, that's amazing!"
Gerard squealed as he threw his arms around Frank's neck and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

"Oh shit! I have to call my mom!"
Frank kissed Gerard again and then ran off to the phone.

Gerard sat back down on the sofa, purposefully not looking at the cannolis on the table, and thought about how this news would affect them. A promotion meant more money, and maybe that meant he could quit the Peterson's mural job. He could hear Frank on the phone in the bedroom, excitedly telling his mom the news, and it made Gerard smile to hear him so happy.
Gerard could smell the cream in those cannolis, and part of him, the chubby teenager he'd worked so hard to forget, wanted them…one bite wouldn't hurt, right? Carefully picking up one of the pastries, feeling the soft sugar cover his fingers like fine powdered snow, Gerard delicately dipped the tip of his tongue into the cream. It was soft and sweet, and as he drew a little into his mouth, he moaned low in his throat at the sensation.
"Fuck"
He muttered, feeling his resolve crumble. Within a minute, he'd finished the dessert, and was sat licking the sugar from his fingertips.

Frank walked in and saw that Gerard had eaten the dessert and it made him smile. He was so worried about Gerard's eating habits lately. He sat down next to him and looked at his face, smirking.
"You missed a spot baby."
Frank leaned up and licked the side of Gerard's mouth collecting the sweet smear left from the cannoli.
"I think you taste better than it did. I think I will have you for dessert instead."
Frank slid a hand around Gerard's neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Gerard tensed for a second, breath hitching in surprise…then he melted against Frank's warm chest. His hands slipped into the younger man's dark hair, gently pulling on the strands as he moaned into Frank's hungry mouth.
Frank pulled Gerard into his lap. He kissed him till he had to get some air. He then moved down to his jaw and chin and started to work his shirt off. Gerard let his t-shirt be lifted off over his head, then quickly sought out Frank's lips again, pressing into the kiss as he pushed down against Frank's lap.
"God baby, you taste so fucking good!"
Frank ran his hands up and down Gerard's sides and back as he pulled him closer to take a nipple in his mouth. Frank loved the way Gerard moaned when he did that. He bucked up into him to rub against his hard on.

Gerard whined as his nipple hardened into a tight, rosy peak in between Frank's lips. He arched his back and ground his ass down hard.
"Please..."

"Please what baby? What do you need?"
Frank loved to make Gerard beg.

"Please…oh, Frankie.. .please…"
He couldn't find words as Frank assaulted his other nipple with his tongue.
"Any... oh... anything!"

"Anything huh?"
Frank reached down and palmed Gerard making the older man squirm over him.

"Want…want..."
Gerard whined deep in his throat, his hard-on almost painful now.
"Want you!"

That was all Frank needed to hear. He pushed Gerard down on his back on the sofa and stripped him of everything. He grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off.

"AHHH! Dear God… Frankie!"
Gerard threw his head back as Frank stroked his dripping cock.
"In-Inside..."

"Patience baby, all in good time."
Frank kept stroking Gerard slow and lazy keeping him on the edge. He kept collecting the pre-cum and letting it drip down onto Gerard's ass. He then switched to his other hand and slowly ran the first one down the crack to play with his opening. He wanted Gerard to be a complete bundle of shivers before he was done with him.

Gerard writhed and bucked up into Frank's hand, one of is own on Frank's shoulder, while the other slid up into his own hair, twisting and tugging the black locks as he mewled wantonly.
"Nghaa…aggaha..."
He could barely think straight now, let alone form actual words. Frank pushed the first finger in and Gerard arched his back.

"Shhh, easy baby. I got you. I got you."

Gerard's eyes screwed shut as he shuddered with desire. Fireworks flashed through his brain as Frank's finger brushed over his prostate.
"Ahhh..."
Gerard cried out, high pitched and desperate. Frank added a second finger while still stroking him. He wanted Gerard to come apart on him before he did anything else.

"That's it baby, just let it go."

Heart racing, body screaming as the sensations cascaded through him. Gerard felt his insides tighten up like a coiled spring. Tighter.Tighter. Tighter.
"Uh,uh... Frankie…I'm gonna…uh…."

Frank watched as Gerard came in a strong arch all over his hand and chest. He milked him through the whole moment and then watched as Gerard lay there panting, glistening from the sweat he was now covered in. He stripped himself and then moved between his legs, lined himself up and slowly pushed his way in. Gerard shivered as Frank's thick cock slid deep inside of him. Eyes closed and mouth hung open, he arched his back and moaned quietly. Frank took his time enjoying the feel of Gerard around him. The tight wet heat was something to be cherished.
"God baby, feel so good with your legs wrapped around me."

Gerard breathed deep and slow, letting out littlenoises, then biting his bottom lip and hissing in a quick breath as Frank hit his sweet spot dead-on.

"I wanna hear you scream for me baby!"
Once he found the right spot, Frank aimed there every time. He gripped his hips tight as he pulled his boyfriend's body to him over and over again.

Gerard was panting fast and hard now, trembling as he pulled Frank down against his chest.Their sweaty bodies slid against each other, his hands trailing over Frank's back, short nails grazing his skin.
"Oh God Frankie! Love you…I love you, I love you!"
Gerard panted into Frank's ear.
"Ahhhh…"
He was getting close again, and the feeling was almost too much.
"F- Frankie.."

Frank licked the sweat off of Gerard's trembling body. It was a taste all his own and only Frank got to enjoy it.
"That’s it baby, that's it, gonna cum again for me?"

Gerard whimpered and moaned and writhed.He was so fucking over sensitive right now, but it felt so…
"Close Frankie..."
That familiar tight feeling was spreading through him.
”Oh, oh , oh ,oh!”
He couldn't hold on any more, and he screamed out as he came, body clenching tight and arching up against Frank's.Gerard tightening around him set Frank off and he groaned into Gerard's neck as he filled him up.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck!"
Frank collapsed onto Gerard's chest panting and trying to catch his breath.
"You are fucking amazing baby. I love you so much."

As Gerard's exhausted body twitched with the after-shocks, a happy, lazy smile spread over his sweat drenched face.
"I love you too Frankie Angel. Always."
His fingers absently twirled Frank's hair at the back of his neck. This was where he wanted to spend every day.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. How you doing?..

Me (GeesCLUELESSgirl), and the wonderfully talented momiji, are really enjoying writing this fic together, and we hope you're enjoying reading it too..

Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
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