Special delivery

Frank woke up extra early on Monday. He wanted to take his time getting ready. He chose a nicer pair of jeans than his usual attire and cleaner pair of sneakers. He also woke up earlier than Gerard for once so that he could surprise him with breakfast instead.
"Bite my lip and close my eyes, take me away to paradise."
Frank was jamming to Greenday on his ipod. He was whipping up fresh cream to go with the waffles that were cooking in the iron. He had sliced up fresh strawberries to go on them.
"I got no motivation, where is my motivation, no time for the motivation, smoking my inspiration!"
Frank flipped the waffle iron after putting the cream in fridge. He pulled the perfect cinnamon waffle out and popped it on the plate. He topped it with the strawberries and then the whipped cream. He placed it next to Gerard's favorite coffee cup on a tray, then he went to wake up his lover.

”Mmmmm”
Gerard was having a wonderful dream. He was on a date with Frank, to their favorite restaurant, a little Italian place in the city that made fantastic Fettuccine Alfredo, and a White Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake, that was just to die for.
They were sat on that little balcony, overlooking Central Park, and Frank was holding his hand, whispering sweet nothings to him across the table, and blowing in his ear... Wait.. What?
Gerard's eyes scrunched up as confusion dragged him from his sleep. There was a pair of familiar lips, trailing soft kisses over his neck and jaw. Smiling in content, Gerard opened his eyes.
"Good morning Frankie."

"Morning baby, I have to get going early today, but I wanted to have breakfast with you first. I made something special."

Gerard looked down at the plate of waffles, and felt his stomach flip-flop inside him. It looked delicious, but very, very fattening.
"Looks good Frankie."
Gerard held the smile on his face, despite the nausea he felt, and picked up a fork. Cutting off a small piece of warm, puffy waffle, with the side of his fork, Gerard stabbed it, then dipped it in cream, and offered it up to Frank's mouth.
"Chef gets first taste."

Frank smiled and opened his mouth to take the waffle in. He chewed it thoughtfully. It was good. Then Frank took the fork and cut a piece which he piled whip cream and strawberries on and then held it out for Gerard.
"Your turn baby."

Guts tied in knots, Gerard opened his mouth and accepted the forkful. He had to admit that it was delicious, but GOD, was he gonna regret this later?!
Smiling at Frank's happy face, Gerard swallowed down the food, and decided that this was just one of those times when he'd have to eat, then get rid later.
Opening his mouth for more, Gerard allowed himself to be fed another bite.

"All right baby, I have to get going. I'll see you for lunch? "
Frank stood up and placed the plate on the nightstand. He bent over and kissed Gerard once more and then headed into the living room to grab his bag and jacket.

Gerard looked at the plate. One part of him wanted to throw the remaining waffles away, the other part, wanted to eat them all up, to hell with the consequences.
Sliding off the bed, Gerard picked up the plate and headed through to say goodbye. On the way, he scooped up another bite of waffle, and was just biting it off the fork as he reached the living room, where Frank was preparing to leave.
Putting the plate down on the coffee table, Gerard walked over to Frank, swallowing his mouthful on the way, then wrapped his arms around Frank's neck from behind, and nuzzled into the side of his throat, laying soft kisses on his warm skin.
"I wish you didn't have to go."

"I know baby, but we'll celebrate everything with the guys when you come for lunch okay?"

"Okay."
Gerard let his arms slip from Frank's shoulders.
"I'll bring bagels"

Frank kissed Gerard and was out the door.

After a brief argument with himself, Gerard ended up throwing the rest of the waffles out to the birds, then went to get dressed….after a visit to the bathroom of course, to get rid of all that sugary food, then brush his teeth.
Dressed in his paint splattered old jeans, an old t-shirt of Frank's, that was baggy and faded, and his most comfortable Converse shoes, Gerard took a few deep, calming breaths, and picked up his keys. He wouldn't normally go out so casually dressed, even when working, but he felt that covering up was a good idea if he was to spend the day in Jon's company again. He just hoped that Mrs. Peterson would be there today, and wouldn't leave him alone with that jerk. God, he hoped Frank's promotion came with a nice healthy pay rise, then he'd never have to see Jon again.

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When Frank arrived and rode into the parking lot, the guys were standing around. Brendon and Ryan were not there, but Frank figured that they were already at the main building settling in. What did surprise him was that the two strangers from yesterday were there talking with the owner. Frank parked his bike and walked up to Ray and Patrick.
"Hey guys, what's going on?"

Before anyone was able to reply, theirboss, Mr. Cornet, cleared his throat.
"Thank you all for being patient.I know the day is going to start late, but we have a few announcements. First it has been amazing working with all of you, but I am getting on in years now and well...I am retiring. Please don't worry boys, the company is not closing, we are just revamping. I would like to introduce you to the new owner, Mr. Samuel Talbot and his son Garmin."

A man in a three piece suit steps forward with a younger version of him. He looked around the guys and for a split second, Frank swore he focused on him a bit.
"Hello boys, you can dispense with the Mr. Talbot, Sam is fine...unless of course you are in trouble with me."
He lets out a laugh.

"And I'm Garmin."
The son spoke eyes trailing over Frank for maybe a little longer than they should.

”Okay boys, settle down again.Now Second announcement. Brendon is no longer going to be your dispatch. He has been promoted to our…well Mr. Talbot’s main building. Ryan had also joined him. Garmin will be taking his place.”

Their former owner took the floor again as Frank tried to absorb what was just said. This guy just got his promotion!
A few snickers cross the small audience about why Ryan had gone there too, but Frank was not among them. Patrick noticed this and gave him a questioning look, but said nothing.
"Working along side Garmin will be Frank. Since he was the closest we had to the next dispatch, he can show him the ropes. Congratulations Frank. Keep this up and one day you will be dispatch as well."
That was the biggest kick in the stomach that Frank could have received. He now had to train this guy to do the job he was already qualified to do.
"Boys it has been a pleasure."
There was clapping and hand shaking and then dismemberment. Frank just stood there as the guys came up to him.

"Hey Frank.. You ok?"
Patrick was worried, seeing the somewhat vacant expression on his friends face.

"I-I-I..."
Frank was speechless. His world was crashing.
"I spoke to Brendon on...and I knew that he was leaving and taking Ryan with him."
Frank took a deep breath.
"He told me that I was going to be his replacement."

"Shit!You got screwed, dude!"

Patrick punched Ray in the arm.
"Not helping."
Patrick admonished Ray, who looked sheepishly at the floor, before turning back to a shell-shockedFrank.
"I'm sorry man. Look, we can all complain if ya like?..or refuse to work for him?.. Whatever you want Frank"

"What am I going to tell Gerard when he comes for lunch today?"

"Boys, is something wrong?"
Mr. Cornet came over when he saw the huddle.

Frank decided that honesty couldn't be any worse.
"Sir, I spoke to Brendon over the weekend and he told me that he had recommended me for the dispatch position."

"Yes, and I was for that too, but unfortunately your track record as the best messenger proceeds you and Mr. Talbot felt that you were too valuable to be taken off the street."

Now Frank was pissed. Being good at your job is supposed to get you promoted, not held back, plus Brendon had been training him for almost six months on how to do his job.
"Well then I will start doing a shitty job or quit!"

"Now nownow son, don't be rash. I am sure that Talbot will see that you are wasted on the street and that you would be more valuable in the office; just give it a little time."

Frank looked at his friends.
"What do you think guys?"

Patrick looked thoughtful, scratching the side of his neck for a few seconds.
"Well, we don't know this Talbot guy yet..maybe he can be reasoned with?.. Like he said"
He nodded at their former boss.
"Give it some time."

Frank sighed, he knew his friends were right.
"All right, I will at least try."

"Thata boy!"
Ray cheered, getting a scowl and a clip round the ear from Patrick.
"Hey!..what was that for?"
He rubbed the side of his head, as Patrick rolled his eyes in mild exasperation.

"Anyway guys, I have to go finalize something with Talbot. Boys, it really has been a pleasure."
Handshakes all around and then he is gone.

The guys are just around when one of the newer boys come running up.
"Hey Frank, Garmin wants to see you in his office."

Frank cringed at the "his" office part.
"Yeah, I'm coming."
He set off to face his new trainee.

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Garmin was sat behind his new desk. He'd have to change things around a bit of course, couldn't have the plebs seeing themselves as his equals, now could he?There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
He called out, leaning back in his chair and putting his feet up on the desk.
"Ahh, Frank…come in, sit down."
He smirked at the older man, loving his newly acquired power already.

Frank had to fight to roll his eyes. This kid was younger than him and now his pseudo boss.
"Look, I would love to chat, but before we do that, we need to get the runs together. It is almost nine and we have to be off soon."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever.. You can handle that, right? I'm gonna get this place sorted out a bit. Doesn't feel right with all that other guy's crap all over the place"
He waved his hand vaguely at all Brendon's band posters and pictures that littered the walls.
"Need to bin this shit."

"Whoa whoawhoa, do not touch that!"
Brendon still had up all his vintage band memorabilia. Frank knew he would be crushed if it all got thrown out. Frank stuck his head out the door and grabbed a few newbies. He ordered the boys to start carefully taking down the stuff. Working with them, it was all down in about 15 min.
"Bring it to Mr. Co...Talbot's office. I will give it to Gerard to drop off after lunch."
They nodded and left.
"Sorry man, but Brendon had been collecting that stuff for years. He had signatures and everything,"

"Huh, whatever.”
Garmin grunted.
"But aren't you all late now?"
He smirked, one eyebrow raised in amusement.

Now Frank was able to smirk. This kid did not know how the company is run.
"Nope, we don’t get paid by the hour here; we get paid by the job."

"Yes"
Garmin grinned.
"But if you're not out on time, then you won't be back in time for lunch, and you don't get your break, till the mornings runs are finished."
He chuckled.
"You might not get to see your little boyfriend."

Now Frank was getting pissed. What did all this have to do with Gerard? Frank snatched the runs off the desk.
"I am the fastest son of a bitch that works here, I'll have no problem getting back on time."
Frank left the office and headed towards the guys.
"What a fucking asshole."

Ray looked up from his cellphone, that he'd been playing Flappy Bird on for the last half hour.
"What's up now?"

"Nothing nothing, look, here are your runs. Try and make it back in decent time so that we can be here for Gerard. I don’t trust that ass with him."
All the guys nodded and headed to their bikes.

As Frank was mounting his, Mr. Talbot came out of the office.
"Frank, wait please."
Frank did and Mr. Talbot came up to him.
"Look, I know that you were supposed to get the position that my son has, but I wanted you to know that this is not a reflection on you or your performance. On the contrary, starting tomorrow, I am taking you off runs and having you work side by side with my son. See, he will be leaving for college soon and then you will take over the position in a few months. You will just step down for short times and go back to runs when he is here. Oh and you are still considered promoted and will have a change in pay rate. When you are on runs, you will get paid the same as well. Consider yourself a salary man."

"Wow! Uh, thank you Mr. Talbot!"

"No nono, call me Sam please."

"Sure Sam, I wow, I can’t wait to tell Gerard!"

"Yes, I heard that your boyfriend comes to have lunch with you. Please, I would like to meet him when he arrives."
Sam pats Frank on the back and then heads back in. Now that Frank has even more good news to share with the guys and Gerard, he wants to finish his run even faster. He hopes that Gerard is having as good a day as he is.

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As it happened, Gerard was having a very good day so far. Jon had gone out early that morning, long before Gerard turned up for work, so it was just Gerard, Angela, and the mural. Angela had, as always, offered tea and biscuits. Gerard had, as always, declined.
"Are you sure I can't get you something to eat Gerard?"

"No, no. Thank you Angela, but I'll be having lunch with Frank later, and I don't want to spoil my appetite"
He smiled sweetly and turned back to the parrot he was painting.

"If you change your mind, you know where the kitchen is. I'll be upstairs, taking a nap"
Then she was gone and Gerard was left alone to paint in peace.
About 15 minutes later, the front door opened, and closed with a bang. Gerard swallowed nervously, and looked toward the entrance hall.

"Yo ma, you around?"
Jon shouted as he took his coat off and tossed it on the back of the sofa as he entered the living room. He loosened his tie and pulled that off too. He still didn't understand why he had to get a job when his parents were loaded. Why couldn't he just go off to school somewhere else and fuck off with their money.
"Getting a job builds character son"
Jon mimicked his father as he walked out of the living room and towards the kitchen. It was there that he saw something much more interesting than food. He did not understand what made Gerard so attractive to him. He was straight, he knew he was. He had bagged so many girls in high school and now at the shitty college his parents were making him attend, but ever since he caught a glimpse of Gerard dressed in a skirt for that bike riding loser boyfriend of his, he has been curious. Jon changed course and walked up to where the older man was.
"Hey Gerard...feeling better today?"

"Hmm? Oh…err…yes, yes thank you J.-Jon"
Gerard stumbled over his words, as he felt Jon's eyes trailing over his back. It made him really uncomfortable.

Jon smirked, they were alone again. Last time he had stepped up his game, so why not again. Jon stepped forward and placed a possessive hand on Gerard's hip.
"We were interrupted last time, but we can continue where we left off."

Gerard squeaked and dropped his paintbrush in surprise, his whole body jolting like he'd taken an electric shock.
"Jon, don't"
He whimpered. Where the hell was Angela with those damn tea and biscuits when he actually needed her to be there?

"Why not? Aren't you curious what it is like to be with a real man?"
Jon threatened to push Gerard into his precious mural. The damn thing was so stupid looking, but it is what his parents wanted. it was almost finished too. If Gerard had returned the other day, he probably would have been finished today before Jon came back and had no excuse to return again. Jon was not going to let this opportunity go to waste.

Gerard's eyes flashed to the doorway like a frightened animal. He wanted to run, just leg it out of there as fast as he could, but he was pretty sure he wasn't fast enough. He shook his head quickly, breath coming in short, quick gasps.
"Please just l-let me w-work"

Gerard's body was soft under his hand. He worked his way under the oversized shirt to touch his skin.
"I don’t know why you dress like this when you come over. You should look more presentable. Still...it’s like a treasure hunt to be able to find what's hidden underneath."
Jon ran his hand from Gerard's hip to his stomach and up to his chest. It had almost none of the definition that his had, and he could actually believe that he was touching a flat chested girl.

Gerard tried to back away, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and trying to hide himself. But there was nowhere to go, and his lip started to tremble as his back came into contact with the corner of the room. He'd LITERALLY backed himself into a corner, and he knew this was gonna be bad.

"Awww, you look like a little rabbit that's been cornered by a mean cat. Do you think I'm going to hurt you Gerard?"
Jon stepped forward crowding Gerard and blocking any escape he had. He dipped his head into his neck and breathed in his scent.
"Do you want me to?"
Once again his hand began to trail a way up his shirt to his skin.
"You know, I would love to see you all dressed up again, the way you were that first day. You looked so sexy in that little black skirt. Would you do that for me baby?"

Gerard's head was spinning with fear, but the second he heard Jon call him "baby", he snapped.
”Get away from me!"
He hissed, planting his hands against Jon's broad chest and pushing with all his strength, head down, putting all his meagre weight into it.
"Leave me alone!"
His voice, strong and sure a moment before, now shook, as he realized that the shove he'd given the younger man, hadn't moved him more than an inch.

"So the rabbit has claws huh? I like it."
Jon was impressed that the older man fought back. It was boring when the girls just lay there and took it. Jon went to step forward again he heard his mother's voice.

"Gerard, sorry I napped so long, how about I...oh Jonny, you’re back. How did it go, did you find a job yet?"
Dammit, the bitch was home, just sleeping and Gerard knew this. He was hoping they would get caught. This pissed him off.
"Oh and Gerard, it's almost time for you to leave to see Frank. Here, don’t forget the cake you made this morning and again tell him congratulations from all of us."

Gerard's heart was about to beat right out of his chest. That had been so Goddamn close, but Angela showed up just in the nick of time, and Jon had backed off. But he was STILL staring hungrily at Gerard, making the older man want to run away and hide. The way Angela was talking, it was clear that she was oblivious to what was happening. God, was she blind?
"It's ok Angela.. Yes, I…err…have to go. Yes..the cake.. I'll…"
Gerard bit his tongue to stop himself from rambling like an idiot.
"I'll see you later."
His cheeks were scarlet as he headed quickly for the front door, desperate to get out of there.

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Frank got back from his run a full 20 min. ahead of schedule. He parked his bike and headed to the lunch table, but frowned when he saw Garmin there.
"Can I help you?"
The last thing Frank needed was this asshole here when Gerard arrived.

"I don't know.. Can you?"
Garmin smirked, sliding off the edge of the table where he'd been sat, smoking a cigarette that wasn't exactly 100% legit, and eating a packet of Doritos.
"I mean you're very…no, I shouldn't say…"
He turned to head back inside, walking slowly up the steps.Frank was trying to figure out what just happened when Ray and Patrick rode up. They each had a bag. As they got closer, Frank could smell Chinese and Mexican food.

"FOOOOD!"
Patrick hollered as they skidded to a stop next to Frank, before dismounting and parking their bikes against the wall.

"It’s a celebration Frank! No bagels today, instead, we feast!"

Patrick shot Ray a weird look.
"Dork."

"Gerard is still bringing bagels you know, so don’t make him feel bad about it. You know he can be sensitive."
Especially lately. Frank knew something was going on with his boyfriend, but could not put his finger on it.

As they were setting the food up Mikey and Pete showed up.
"Someone said there was a party going on here today!"
Pete bounced out of the car with a box from Frank's favorite bakery. He also had a handful of metal colored confetti which he tossed all over the guys, but mostly Frank.

"Wait wait, what's going on?"

"WE called them!"
Patrick beamed his 100 watt smile at Frank.
"Can't have a party without cake and confetti!"

Mikey shuffled up to Frank and placed an arm around him.
"Besides, the guys said you could use a party since they fucked you for that promotion."

"Actually , I still got it, it's just a little different. I will be dispatch when the kid goes to college, and then when he comes back for breaks, I'll go back to runs again. Either way, I am now a salary man, so no more killing myself to make bank for extra runs."

"So it is a party then! Now we just need the lovely Miss Way to arrive!"

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On leaving the Peterson's house, Gerard had ran back home, slammed the door shut, and locked it. He still intended to go see Frank, he'd baked him his favourite cake after all- Almond and salted caramel, but first, he needed to get the feel of that slimy asshole's fingers off his skin, and that meant a shower, but he'd have to be quick.

Stripping off his now even more paint splattered clothes, Gerard turned the shower on just a bit too hot for comfort, and stepped under the pouring water. Despite the heat, Gerard was shivering, and tears were sliding down his pale cheeks. He knew he should tell someone about what Jon was doing…but who?Once Gerard had scrubbed his skin nearly red raw, he turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying himself carefully. There wasn't time for body butter, or even for drying his hair, so he quickly sprayed on some perfume, swiped on some lipgloss and eyeliner, then pulled on his best black skinnies, and a long sleeved top with the Rolling Stones on the front. It was a girl’s top, but who cares? After slipping his feet into a pair of kitten-healed ankle boots, Gerard grabbed his keys, grabbed the cake he'd made from the fridge, and headed out the door. By the time he reached Special Deliveries, he was a good ten minutes late, but at least he'd been able to put Jon out of his mind.

"Hey guys, sorry I’m late.”
Gerard stepped out of the car with his bag of bagels and a cake container and everyone's jaw dropped...well except Mikey of course. He looked dressed to kill and his hair was wet like he just stepped out of the shower. He also had his sunglasses on which gave him a mystique that went right to Frank's heart. When he took them off and gave Frank one of his brilliant tooth filled smiles, Frank could not stop himself. He leaped over the table, managing to not upend it, and ran to Gerard.

"Wow baby, hi...you look....hi."

Gerard giggled slightly and leaned into Frank's chest. Breathing in Frank's scent helped to calm Gerard's frazzled nerves, and he wanted to at least look calm on the outside, for Frank's sake, even if, inside, he was falling apart.
"So I see you started the party without me."
He pouted playfully at Frank, then snuggled against him as they headed toward the rest of the team, and Mikey, and... Pete.

"Wow Gee, you look..."
Pete cleared his throat, clearly remembering what Frank had said, but he could not keep his eyes from roaming his body.
"So, we are here to help you celebrate Frank's promotion!"

Mikey walked up to Gerard and touched his shoulder.
"You okay Gee?"

Gerard forced a bright smile for his brother.
"I'm fine Mikey."
He chirped, rolling his eyes a little.
"You worry too much."
Then he turned to see all the food spread out over the table, and wondered for a moment why he'd even bothered to bring bagels today.
"Wow, that’s a lot!"

"The guys kind of got together and planned a little party."
Frank led Gerard to his spot noting that Pete politely sat on the other side of him.

"Ah you are all here. And you must be Gerard. Please to meet you, I am Mr. Talbot and this is my son Garmin. Oh and you can call me Sam."
Sam extended a hand to Gerard.

"Um. Nice to meet you too"

"Well Frank was not kidding when he said that you were special."
Sam smiled genuinely and it made Frank be at ease with his treatment. He however did not like the way that Garmin was looking at Gerard. Gerard was focused on his dad so he did't see it. It was not like Pete looks at Gerard either. Instead it was almost with venom. Garmin met Frank's eyes and the look was gone replaced with a smile. Gerard rested his head on Frank's shoulder, and just let the conversations carry on around him oblivious to anything else.

"So we will let you folks get back to your party. Come Garmin."
The two walked away and everyone settled in to eat.

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It was perfect. His mom had gone to the salon and his dad was not due home for a few more hours. He was going to get him this time and there was no stopping...but what would he do? Jon never thought past that part. What did you do with a guy? He would figure that out later. Right now his goal was to overpower the effeminate man, which would not be that hard. He had taken all of Gerard's supplies and moved them to the basement. He forged a note telling Gerard that the floor was worked on while he was a lunch and that was where the supplies were moved to. The basement was perfect. No one could hear him scream...if it came to that. Now all Jon had to do is wait till his prey arrived and took the bait. He heard the car pull into the driveway next door. Jon scrambled out of the kitchen and down the basement stairs. He even went so far as to move his car into the garage, He never parked there so Gerard would not even check.

Gerard got out of the car and looked over at the Peterson's. All of their cars were missing from the driveway, which meant they were all out. Last time that happened, Angela left a key for him, in an envelope through his door. Gerard hoped she'd done that again, then he could be done before dark.
Letting himself into his and Frankie's home, Gerard saw the plain white envelope on the mat, and smiled. Nearly there, he was nearly there. After putting the cake tin in the dish washer, and changing into some more appropriate clothing, Gerard took the key from the envelope, picked up his own set of keys, and left the house, locking the door behind him.

It was nice outside, and Gerard thought he would be happier taking his easel and a canvas, and setting up on the grass out front.. Just enjoying the sunshine, and painting something for himself, not for some rich couple with more money than taste. Gerard sighed. He'd been paid already, and he was almost done now, just a few more hours and he was free to paint whatever he wanted again.
Resigning himself to an afternoon painting parrots and palm trees, Gerard let himself into the Peterson's house and closed the door. But when he reached the back hall, where he'd spent the last few day painting that monstrosity, all of his things were missing,
"What the..."
He muttered to himself, looking round for some sort of explanation. Then he saw a note, stuck on the door to the basement. Carefully peeling the sticky note off, he read the message, and frowned.
"Rich people are weird."
He continued to talk to himself while opening the basement door and clicking on the dim light, then descending into the unknown space below. As he reached the bottom step, he just felt that something was very wrong, he just didn't know what. Was someone down there?
"H-Hello?"

Jon waited, biding his time. He needed his frightened little rabbit to step further into the trap that he had set. He watched Gerard look around, but there were many shadows in the basement, even with the light on.

Gerard's heart started to quicken. He could see his thing across the other side of the room. It would only take a second to fetch them. No one had replied when he called out. Gerard scolded himself for giving himself the creeps.
”Shouldn’t let Frankie make me watch those damn horror movies before bed."
He muttered under his breath as he shook off his fears, and headed across to collect his paints and brushes.

This was it, Jon knew that the noise from the water heater would mask the sound of him on the stairs. He moved quickly up and locked the door from the inside with the key. He then moved back down into his shadow and waited for his moment to strike.

Gerard picked up all his brushes, and some of his paints. He'd have to come back down for the rest. Then turned and headed back toward the stairs.

Jon watched Gerard ascend the stairs in the hopes of leaving, but he knew it would not happen. Gerard would not get out of this room until he gave Jon what he wanted.

When Gerard reached the door, he juggled the things in his arms a little and grabbed the handle.
"What the..?"
Hadn't he left the door open? And he KNEW it took a key to lock it.
"Hello?... Is anyone out there!?"
He shouted, banging on the wooden door with his free hand a couple times. There was no answer.
"Fuck.”
Now what?

"Looking for this?"
Jon watched as Gerard stilled at his voice. He slowly turned around and Jon showed him the key dangling in his hand.
"Well now little rabbit, it seems that you are truly trapped aren't you?"

Gerard hugged his paints and brushes to his chest, backing up a half step till his back met the locked door. His eyes bugged wide in the low light of the basement, and his jaw dropped as his whole body started to shake.
"Oh God no."
He whimpered, feeling his knees turn to jelly beneath him.

"Why don't you come down here and we can talk about what I want from you in order for you to get out of here."
Jon stepped out of his shadow and walked into the basement. He sat in the chair that he had positioned under the light in the middle of the room.

Gerard couldn't move. He couldn't get his legs to work. He couldn't even think straight right now. Gerard was frozen in place at the top of the stairs, his breath coming in rough, ragged gasps, as he tried to get his brain in gear.

"I'm waiting my pet, but I will only wait so long...then I will get angry and come for you and you will not like me very much if I have to do that."

Gerard swallowed hard, feeling hot tears leaving tracks down his face. Sobbing desperately, he slowly descended the stairs and stepped toward the now smirking younger man.

"That's better my pet. Now, down on your knees and show me how much you want to get out of here."

Gerard's sobs became harsher as he placed his paints on a table to his right, and slowly got down on the floor. This couldn't be happening to him…not again.

Jon loved how obedient he was being for him. He reached out and caressed his face lightly feeling the older man shiver under his touch.
"Now that wasn't so hard was it? You follow directions very well. You may get out of this yet."
Jon opened his jeans and brought his zipper down. He pulled his cock out of his underwear.
"Now, you know what to do my pet. Do a good job and I will reward you, but bite me and I will punish you."

Gerard could barely breath through his tears, but he knew if he didn't do this, things would be SO much worse. Bottom lip quivering and hands shaking, Gerard wrapped his long, pale fingers around Jon's half-hard shaft, and started to stroke him nervously.

They were soft. Jon didn't expect it. His hands were softer than any of the girls he had been with. Gerard was shaking now and it was ruining the movement of the stroke.
"Get a better grip and go down."

Gerard sniffed loudly, then readjusted his hand on the base of Jon's cock, and opened his mouth, leaning in and taking the head between his lips.

Velvet. That was the only description. As Gerard began to move up and down, Jon had to flex his hand in the air so that he didn't grab the man's head and ram his cock down his throat. He wanted to take this at the pace he wanted and he was not in a hurry.
"Oh God, that's good. So good."

Gerard fought the urge to bite down, hard. He felt sick, and the fact that it smelt like Jon hadn't showered in a couple days wasn't really helping with that. Releasing the disgusting thing for a moment, but keeping his hand in place, Gerard gasped for air.

"See, that wasn't so hard. Now my pet, we are going to start out slow and you are going to do everything that I say unless you want to be punished. You are going to come here every day like you have been and claim you are adding little touches to the mural. Instead you are going to get little lessons in how to serve me and if you don’t show up, I am going to tell my parents that you came on to me and kissed me. I think with the age difference and the fact that you are gay, they are going to believe me first."

Gerard whimpered, head dropping toward the floor.
"P-Please don't d-do this?"
His voice cracked as he broke down further, every passing minute.
"Please?"

Jon almost felt sorry for the pitiful creature…almost.
"Don't worry my pet, I am going to take good care of you."

"Can I go?"
Gerard whispered, looking up with big wet eyes, black liner streaking down his cheeks.

"Yes, but make sure you are here tomorrow. I will make your excuses to my parents."
Jon handed Gerard the key, but grabbed him by the shirt.
"Don’t think I don't have another copy of that key made along with keys to shackle you if you disobey me."

Gerard turned his head away, squeezing his eyes shut and sobbing weakly. He just wanted to curl up in a corner and cry. As Jon gave his shirt a quick tug, Gerard nodded, and waited to be released.

"Good girl."
Jon patted Gerard on the head and let go of his shirt. He sat there with his cock hanging out as he watched the man slowly rise waiting for something else to happen, but Jon was not planning anything more for today. He had work to do before tomorrow though and when Gerard returned he was going to have a big surprise waiting for him.

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"Hey Frank, is Gerard okay?"

"I don’t know Pete, why are you asking?"

"He just doesn't seem like himself lately."

"Hey Frank, Garmin is waiting for you."

"Alright, I'm coming."
Frank finished throwing away the last of the garbage as everyone else had mounted their bikes and rode off. Mikey and Pete stayed to help with the last of the cleanup. Honestly Frank was not looking forward to teaching this bratty kid anything. He said a last good bye to Mikey and Pete and headed into the dispatch office to face God knows what.

Garmin sat on the couch in the corner of the office, one leg crossed over the other.He had a copy of the day's runs in his hand, and a confused look on his face as Frank stepped into the room.
"Ahh, Frankie."
He smirked as Frank frowned at the nickname.
"Come here and explain what all this gibberish means, will you?"
He patted the seat next to him in a "sit down" gesture.

Frank rolled his eyes, but walked over and say down with his back to the arm and one leg tucked under.
"What don't you understand?"

Garmin smirked and turned toward the older man, before dropping the papers onto the floor.
"Well, for one thing, I don't get why you're with that fairy, when you should be with me?"
He placed a hand on Frank's knee, and grinned, sharkishly.

Frank was in too much shock that there was someone more forward in this world than Pete to react, but when he did, he grabbed the boy's hand and threw it off him.
"What the fuck dude!?"

"Aww, play nice Frankie."
Garmin chuckled, putting his hand straight back on again.
"I always get what I want, and I could make your life very difficult if I didn't"

"Why you little shit!"
Without meaning to, Frank jumped up and pinned Garmin on his back.

"Ooh! Like to play rough?"
Garmin wiggled his eyebrows up at Frank.
"I can get with that."

Frank pushed off the boy disgusted with his behavior and his own.
"I'm out of here!"

"But Frank..."
Garmin called out as Frank headed out the door.
"You never answered my question"
But by then, the door had slammed shut again, and Garmin was left with an empty office.
"You'll keep."
He smirked to himself, before putting his feet up on the couch, and settling back for a nice afternoon nap.

Notes

Hi again chipmunks...

Wow!.. 3 chapters up in one day!.. *pssst.. It's cos we love this story so much.. Shhh!*

Please comment, stay safe, and peace out!
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