Frank woke up in the morning and yawned. He stretched his arm out and it brushed against Gerard. He looked over and saw Gerard peacefully sleeping with his ring hand over his heart. Frank smiled remembering yesterday. He reached out and caressed his arm lightly.

"Morning baby. I have to get up for work and so do you."

"Frankie..I.."

Gerard brought his hand up to his mouth and coughed, roughly.

"I don't feel well.."

He shivered a little and wiggled down under the covers.

"Awww baby you were fine last night. What's going on?"

"I just.."

Gerard frowned and gnawed on his lip.

"I don't know..I.. Fuck! I don't know, I just feel off.. Ya know?"

"I understand baby, but you're almost done there, and then you won't have to worry for a while.

"I just.."

Gerard sighed.

"I need to pee."

He climbed out of bed and went straight into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Once inside, he slammed his hand over his mouth to keep the desperate, dry sobs inside. He couldn't let Frank hear him cry.

"Baby?"

Frank knocked on the bathroom door and waited, but heard nothing. He was about to try again when the phone rang. He sighed and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hi Frank, it's Sam Talbot."

"Oh , Good morning Mr...Sam."

"It's okay , it's early. Listen, I know your normal time is not for another two hours, but I was wondering if I could not get you in a little early. Garmin is still really green at this, and I would not like for the messengers to be late again today."

"Yeah, sure thing Sam, no problem."

Frank hung up after saying goodbye. He got dressed quickly and tried the door again.

"Hey baby, I'm sorry, but Sam asked me to come in early. So I need to leave."

Gerard bit hard on his bottom lip as he breathed in harshly through his nose, then held it for a moment, before slowly sighing out.

"Ok Frankie.. I'll see you later."

He felt the tears on his cheeks, drip from his jaw.

"I'll bring bagels."

He knew he had to go to work, and he was fucking terrified. He wished that last night, when he'd crept out of bed to throw up those pastries, he could've coughed up a lung or something.. Then he'd have a genuine excuse not to go.. But he didn't.

The house phone rang at that moment and Frank went to grab it, but then saw that it was the Peterson's.

"Hey baby, Peterson's are calling. I'll let the machine pick it up. Later baby!"

Frank stepped out the door and closed it just as their cute message was ending.

"Hi Gerard, sorry to wake you and Frank if I did, but I'm leaving with Mr. Peterson early today, but don't worry, Jonny assures us that he will take good care of you."

And now Gerard was throwing up again, though THIS time, it was only water and stomach acid that burned up through his throat and spilled out of his pale lips, as he bent over the toilet, whole body shaking.

"Oh God!"

He whimpered as his knees gave out and he crashed to the cold tiled floor, tears leaving hot trails down his cheeks.

"Frankie.."

Sobbing, he sat with his knees to his chest for a good hour. He wasn't at all sure he could handle this, but the threats Jon had made.. He really didn't have a choice.

(time passes)

When Frank got to work he did not see Sam in the office, but he did see Garmin.

"Morning Frankie boy. Ready to spend the day here?.. With me?.."

He stepped closer toward Frank.

"Alone?

"Just stick to the fucking paper work okay?"

Frank grumbled as he took off his messenger bag and went to sit in front of the computer. He fired it up, but instead of the normal screen he saw some stupid MMORPG.

"Hey, did you download this shit?"

Garmin placed his hands on Frank's shoulders and leaned in close to his ear, pretending to examine the screen.

"Oh, yeah.. I love this game.. Do you play?"

Frank shrugs his hands off quickly.

"No, some of us have to work for a living."

"Aww. Don't be like that, Frankie."

Garmin pouts as he moves to sit on the edge of Frank's desk, shoving paperwork behind him with his ass.

"What the fuck dude! That's important papers for the company! Get your fucking ass off there!"

Frank was pissed.. I mean, he knows that Ryan and Brendon had fucked on here before, but they were together, that was different.

"So?.. You can just print it again, right?"

Garmin chuckled, leaning in closer to Frank and reaching out to touch his cheek.

"Fucking stop!"

Frank pushed away from him really pissed.

"Look, we need to get this shit done before everyone gets here otherwise the whole day's deliveries go to shit!"

"What's the matter Frankie? Don't ya like me?"

Garmin smirked. He slid off the desk and leaned right into Frank's personal space, placing his hands on the hard plastic arms of Frank's office swivel chair, and getting so close he could smell Frank's chewing gum.

"What's your fairy got that I don't? Hmm?"

He stared into Frank's eyes for a moment, then stood up, laughing.

"I'm going for a smoke. See you in a bit Frankie boy"

Then he sauntered out the room, whistling, slightly out of tune, as he pulled a cigarette and lighter from his pocket.

(time passes)

Jon was waiting. He was watching the clock. He knew that Gerard would show up. He had no choice and Jon had some plans that he could never do with his parents in the house. He sat on his bed knowing that the older man will see the note and be knocking on his door very soon.

When Gerard eventually dragged himself up off the bathroom floor, body shaking from cold, fear and exhaustion, he quickly brushed his teeth, to rid his mouth of that horrible taste, then stumbled back through to the bedroom to dress. Stripping off the boxers he'd slept in last night, Gerard pulled on an old pair of ripped and paint stained blue jeans, and a David Bowie hoodie than was about five sizes too big on him. Fuck what Jon had said!.. He wasn't dressing up for that asshole, no matter what. Putting on a clean pair of socks, and his rattiest Converse, Gerard glanced at himself in the full-length mirror by the bedroom door. He looked a mess, and HOPEFULLY Jon might decide he wasn't interested anymore..but Gerard thought that was probably too much to wish for. Biting down on his lower lip, to try and stop himself from falling apart again, Gerard forced himself to relax, and after collecting his keys, he headed out of the house, briefly wondering if anyone would notice if he just ran away, then sighed deeply and walked over to the Peterson's front door. He still had the spare key that Jon had left for him before, and after knocking, and receiving no answer, he tentatively let himself in.

"H.. Hello?.. Is.. Is anyone here?"

He called out, voice shaking and cracking with fear. There was no answer, but as Gerard glanced around the entrance hall, he spotted a sticky note, like the one Jon had put on the basement door, attached to the banister at the bottom of the stairs. It read- "First floor, second door on the left" Gerard swallowed shakily, trying REALLY hard not to burst into tears, and started to slowly climb the staircase, the sticky note now laying crumpled at the foot of the stairs.

*knock knock*

"Come in."

Jon's door opened and what looks like a vagrant shuffled in. Jon smirked, he knew that Gerard would try something like this. He knew that he would not do what Jon asked, so Jon had a back up plan that the poor man would like even less.

"You seem to have forgotten my instructions from yesterday my pet."

Gerard stood shaking, just inside the door, with his fingers wrapped painfully tight around the handle, and his eyes cast to the floor.

"I.."

He sobbed softly.

"I wasn't f..feelingw..well"

"Awwww, my pet getting sick? What a shame! Well then, we should get you in bed right away."

Jon smirked as Gerard realized that he just trapped himself.

"Now, strip out of those clothes and get in bed with me."

Gerard whimpered, looking at the door. He could just run, but then.. Jon would make good on his threats.. He'd tell his mum and dad that Gerard had kissed him..or worse. He had no choice. Tears water falling down his face, Gerard shakily toed off his shoes, then stripped out of his clothes and staggered toward the bed. When he reached the side, he stood, sobbing, trying unsuccessfully to cover himself with his hands.

"Please don't d..doth..this?"

He stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I just want to take care of my pet, that's all."

Jon shifted over and opened the covers.

Gerard's bottom lip trembled as he climbed onto the bed, memories of the last man to take advantage, playing like a slasher movie through his head. Gerard closed his eyes as Jon moved closer.

"See, now that was not so bad right?"

Jon ran a hand down Gerard's arm making him shiver. He loved the power that he had over the effeminate man. He circled an arm around him and pulled him into his chest. He ran a hand through his hair and settled them against the pillow.

Gerard's whole body lay tense, as Jon held him. Small sobs left his lips and he dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands, trying to concentrate on the slight sting, and the trickle of blood as he broke the skin, instead of this monster's hands as they touched him.

"Mmmm, this is nice. Let's just lie here for now."

Jon knew that Gerard would be freaking out, but that was part of his plan. Keep the boy on guard til he thought it was completely safe. Then Jon would strike.

(time passes)

At least with Garmin gone, Frank was able to finish the paper work and get the runs out to the guys. He wanted more time to talk and bullshit, but he knew the guys had to get going. Frank settled the rest of the accounts grumbling that the kid is supposed to be doing this shit, but he still knew he was going to get the pay for it. Finally, he had one more thing to do. He clicked around trying to find the folder that Brendon showed him and it seemed to be missing. He found a foider that he did not recognize and he clicked on it...big mistake.

"What the fuck!?"

It was filled with gay porn.

Garmin chuckled from the doorway.

"You found my little gift, huh?.. Thought we could watch a..movie, later?"

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, turning the key in the lock.

"You can't have this shit on a company computer!"

"My dad OWNS this company, and I'm his little 'golden boy', who do you think he'd believe, if I told him that YOU put it there?"

Garmin smirked.

"What!?Why you little fucking shit!"

Frank was out of the chair and on Garmin faster than he thought he could move.

"There is no fucking way I am taking the fall for your bullshit!"

"Oh Frankie boy, I think you don't have a choice."

Garmin chuckled beneath the smaller man.

"You either do as I say, or I'll get you fired"

"I am not cheating on my fiance for you!"

Frank pushed off of Garmin, pissed that he got to him again. He went back to the computer and deleted the whole file, along with the cookies.

Garmin smirked, this was gonna be fun.

"Well, I guess I'll just tell daddy that you sent patrick off to deliver a package to Coleman's, that was supposed to go to Crawford's.. Not sure how happy he'd be.. What do YOU think?"

Frank looked up at Garmin. He had to be bullshitting him. He went through and looked at the order and then growled at Garmin.

"You! You fucked it up!"

Frank grabbed his phone.

"Hey Patrick, listen, you are going to the wrong address.. Yeah yeah, I don't know.. Look it's 154 Prinston Ave, not Preston Ave.. Sure, got ya, no I'll cover. Later."

Frank hung up and sighed.

Garmin grinned as he sat down at his own desk, swinging his feet up and crossing them at the ankles.

"Well darn!.. Looks like you foiled my little plan."

He tilted his head to the left.

"But are you vigilant enough to stop me when I don't tell you about it?"

"How much did you fuck up!?"

Frank is really freaking out now. His friends are all good messengers and Garmin could really give them a bad name along with the company. Garmin had him right where he wanted him.

"What do you want?"

Garmin smirked at Frank.

"Well, for now, I just want..A kiss!"

He laughed at the shocked look on Frank's face.

"That'll do for starters"

"So I kiss you and you tell me where else you fucked up the runs. That's it?"

Frank is not letting this guy get the best of him, but he can't let his friends down.

"Oh no!"

Garmin shook his head.

"Like I said.. THAT'S just for starters."

He grinned, wickedly.

"Now get over here and kiss me.. And make it good!"

"No, first you let me fix the runs."

Frank was no fool. He knew that the boys would get to thier destinations long before Garmin finished his bullshit.

Garmin considered this, for a second.

"You're wasting time Frankie boy.. The longer you keep me waiting, the closer the riders get to their FAKE destinations"

He knew he'd win.. How could he not, when he held all the cards?

Frank grabbed Garmin out of the seat and pushed him against the wall. He hated so much that this was happening. He reminded himself what was at stake as he pressed an angry mouth to Garmin's and started the kiss.

Frank's lips were softer than Garmin had imagined, but the force behind them made him growl with need. His hands grabbed Frank's pert little backside, and pulled him up against his body. Garmin ground his hard-on against Frank's hip.

Frank was disgusted by Garmin. He didn't want to be kissing him, he wanted to be kissing his fiance. God, he had been engaged for less then 24 hours and he was kissing another man.. not by choice, of course. Frank felt Garmin pushing against him and pushed away.

"Okay, enough, now give me the info."

"Fair enough."

Garmin smirked, wiping the back of his fingers across his lips as he turned and walked over to his desk. Opening the top draw, he pulled out a sheet of paper and held it out toward Frank.

"Next time.."

He snatched the paper back before Frank could take it.

"We go a little further"

He wiggled his eyebrows as he handed over the runs.

Frank quickly called everyone and fixed the addresses in the knick of time. He then turned to Garmin.

"Don't do that shit again!"

Garmin grinned.

"Oh, I won't have to.. Cos you're mine now, and if you don't do EXACTLY what I want you to do, I'll make sure you are outta here.. Understood?

Frank looked at the clock. It was almost lunch time. He wondered what it was going to be like when Gerard got there. Would he be able to look him in the eye? Frank made his way out of the office to sit at the lunch table and have a cigarette and wait.

Garmin watched the smaller man with a nasty smirk on his lips. He would have his way, and there was NOTHING Frank could do about it.

Meanwhile, across town~

Gerard shakily pulled his hoodie back on, keeping wet eyes trained on the floor.

"C..can I g..go now....... sir?

He stuttered, barely above a whisper, as he slipped his feet back into his shoes.

Jon looked over at how broken Gerard was. He did not even do anything with the older man, just made him lie in bed with him naked.. well Gerard was, Jon stayed in his pajama pants to prove that he was the one in authority.

"Of course my pet, after all you have to have lunch with your boyfriend...or should I say fiancé? Nice ring by the way."

Gerard looked down at his hand, guilt ripping at his insides.. Jon may have only held him, but he felt like the most disgusting piece of shit right now. How could he go and face Frank?.. He wasn't sure he could.

"When.."

He sobbed, stumbling over his words.

"When should I come b..back?"

"After lunch of course. Oh, and this time, be dressed correctly or there will be a punishment involved.

Gerard bit hard on his lip to stop it quivering, his hands shaking at his sides.

"Y..yess..sir."

He stammered, then quickly slipped out the bedroom door, down the stairs, and out of the house.

Dashing across to his and Frank's home, Gerard quickly let himself inside, before collapsing against the wall and screaming loud and long. Head swimming slightly, legs threatening to give way, he staggered to the bedroom and stripped out of the hoodie and jeans, then into the shower, scrubbing til his skin was nearly raw, then back to the bedroom to dress. He would do as Jon said. He would dress nice..but he'd do it for Frankie.

He'd noticed that the wind was picking up a bit, so DEFINITELY no skirt, but shorts would be ok..Right? Picking out a pair of black short shorts, with a white skull pattern all over them, and a long white ladies-fit shirt, that would ALMOST cover the shorts at the back, Gerard pulled on a simple pair of black cotton panties, then the shorts, then the shirt. He ummed and arred about what shoes to wear, and eventually decided on his deep pink heeled Converse, that had cost an arm and a leg, but, what price do you put on looking fabulous?

Once the shoes were on and laced, Gerard went to his dresser and picked up his eyeliner, swiping on smooth black lines, above and below his lashes. Then he found his palest pink, barely-there, lipgloss, and slid it over his dry, bitten lips, before picking up his comb, and running it through his still damp, shoulder length black hair. Hmm.. Maybe he'd dye it a different colour next time. Shaking the random thought away, Gerard glanced at the clock on his bedside, and realised that if he didn't go now, he'd be too late to see Frank.

Grabbing his keys, wallet and shades, Gerard rushed out of the house and to his car. He couldn't shake the feeling that Jon was watching through his window, but when he looked, there was no one there. Starting the car, Gerard drove away. It would take him a good 15 minutes to get there in lunchtime traffic, but that would give him a few minutes to collect his thoughts, and put on a happy face. Turning up the radio and blasting Iron Maiden, Gerard slowly started to relax. By the time he pulled up in the carpark, seeing Frank jump up from the lunch table and head toward him before he'd even taken the key from the ignition, Gerard had a smile spread wide on his face.

"Hi Frankie."

He beamed as he climbed out of the car.

"Wow!"

Frank stopped short of running into Gerard's arm when he saw what his fiance was wearing. Before, he did not even want to touch him, but now that was all he wanted to do.

"Gee, you look..."

Frank grabbed Gerard around the waist and pulled his close. He ran a hand up his bare thigh to his ass.

"Fuck Gee, I want to have YOU for lunch."

"LUNCH!.. Oh fuck Frankie.. I forgot the bagels."

Gerard hung his head and bit his lip.

"I'll go fetch some now if you like?"

Frank grabbed Gerard and flung him over his shoulder. Gerard was laughing and giggling to be let go, but Frank had a mission. He had a spare key to the storage room that Brendon and Ryan used to use. He walked as quickly as he could to the building passing the guys as they rode in.

"Looks like Frank is dining alone today."

He was not sure who said it, but Frank was laughing at the guys. They all knew how Gerard and him were. Once he entered the building, he carried a still squealing Gerard to the storage room and unlocked the door. He stepped in and locked it behind him. He then carried Gerard to the table and finally put him down.

"Oh my God Frankie.. All the guys saw."

Gerard's cheeks were flushed and his eyes wide, embarrassment painted on his face.

"What are they gonna think?"

He bit his bottom lip as he looked up at Frank through his long, dark lashes..A fuckin' picture of innocence.. NOT!

"I don't fucking care."

Frank pulled Gerard in and crashed their lips together. He gave him everything that he held back from Garmin. He ran a possessive hand up his back and gripped his neck lightly using it to guide his mouth as he moved it away from Gerard's and made his way down his jaw to his neck.

"I'm gonna blow you first and then fuck you."

Gerard clung to Frank, needing this every bit as much as the younger man seemed to.

"I love you Frankie."

He moaned as Frank's teeth grazed his pulse point. Desperate.

"Need you."

Frank sunk to his knees as he ran his hands over Gerard's shirt and slipped them underneath. He stroked his cock over the short shorts as he ran a hand to the waist. Frank encouraged Gerard to lift up so he could wiggle them down. Then he gripped his cock and began to slowly stroke it as he licked and sucked on his inner thigh.

Gerard moaned, and tried to buck up into Frank's hand, his head tipping back and mouth falling open as his fingers gripped the edge of the table.

"Frankieeee..Pleeease?"

Frank smirked into Gerard's flesh. He knew how he hated teasing. Considering they were running on borrowed time, he decided to be nice. Moving his way up from the inner thigh, he ran his tongue from Gerard's balls to the shaft and then took it in his mouth.

"Oh God!"

Gerard whimpered, his heart racing like a freight train already. Frank's mouth was so hot, and wet, and he was sucking him so unbelievably tight, and Gerard really didn't think he'd be able to hold on. Still gripping the table with his left hand, Gerard tangled his right in Frank's hair and couldn't help but thrust his hips as he felt that knot tightening inside him.

Frank continued to let Gerard use his mouth as he worked his other hand between his fiance's legs searching for his opening.

Gerard couldn't take much more.

"C..lose.."

Both hands now in Frank's hair as he bucked, uncontrollably into his mouth.

"Uh uhuh UUUUH!"

Gerard came hard down Frank's throat, as the younger man's index finger slipped up inside him.

Frank swallowed everything that Gerard gave him and then he kept moving his finger in and out. He added another one as Gerard began to get over sensitive.

Gerard screwed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip, whining and shaking under his lover's touch.

"Frankie.."

"Yeah baby, I got you." Frank removed his fingers and undid his pants. He opened the desk draw and pulled out the little bottle of lube that Brendon kept there. He slicked up his cock and then moving one leg of the shorts off of Gerard, he pulled him in by his hips.

"Gonna fuck you so good baby."

Frank reached down and lined himself up as he slowly pushed in.

Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank's neck and sucked on the skin, just below his right ear. He could feel himself getting hard again already, and he knew he wouldn't last long. He dug his short fingernails into Frank's back and sucked a dark mark into his neck.

Once Frank was fully in, he stopped. He brought his lips to Gerard and kissed him slowly enjoying the sensation of filling him up.

Gerard squirmed against Frank's warm chest, pressing as close as he could get, and wishing they had time to get completely naked. He kept his mind firmly on the here and now, and NOT on what he would be returning to. He didn't EVER want to think about that.

"Frankie..Move."

He moaned into Frank's hot mouth.

"Yeah, I okay, sorry."

Frank was so caught up in how good Gerard felt, that he froze in that spot. Now that Gerard reanimated him, he started to pull back slowly and begin his thrusts. He felt Gerard wrap his arms and legs around him tighter and that made Frank pull Gerard in by his hips more. He kissed him one more time and then encouraged him to lay his back down on the table allowing Frank to run his hands under the long t-shirt over his pale skin.

As Gerard lay back, the angle of Frank's thrusts changed, and suddenly Gerard saw stars. Arching his back off the table, his right hand messing his own hair, and his left, clenching and unclenching at his side, he cried out loud, forgetting completely that the guys were, in all likelihood, listening outside the door.

"I love to hear you make those beautiful noises baby."

Frank's started to thrust faster and faster, he wanted it to last forever, but he also wanted to cum so badly.

"Touch me Frankie."

Gerard gasped, tears slipping unnoticed from closed eyes.

"Oh baby, no crying, I got you."

Frank ran his hands all over Gerard's thin body. He worried that it was too thin, but right now he just wanted to worship it.

"Love the way your skins feels, love the curves of your waist, and the feel of your thighs pulling me in."

Gerard felt like he was falling apart, and not in a good way. His emotions were pulling him in all directions, and he suddenly couldn't seem to catch his breath.

"Frankie.. Frankie..Ah ah."

He sobbed, grasping at Frank's arms, desperate and delirious with need.

Frank had his eyes closed just enjoying everything that was Gerard. He gripped his hips tightly again and after a few more thrusts he cried out, cumming and filing Gerard up with everything he had.

Gerard bit down hard on his trembling bottom lip, his tongue tasting blood as Frank finished deep inside him. His breaths came in hard, fast gasps, while his pulse thundered in his ears. Eyes closed and brow furrowed, he tried to hold back the sobs that were about to fight free of his throat.

Frank felt Gerard's body trembling, but it felt off. He opened his eyes and looked down and saw that Gerard was crying.

"Baby? Baby, what's wrong?"

"I d..don'tkn..knowF..Frankie.."

Gerard gasped out, eyes flashing open to see Frank's concerned face above him.

"Can't.... Breathe.."

He panted, as fear flared in his chest. It was a panic attack, he knew that..but he'd not had one THIS bad since Max.

"Frankieee..."

Frank pulled out and ran to the shelf where they stored bottles of water and grabbed one along with a random paper bag. He opened it and shoved it over Gerard's face.

"Breathe baby, breathe, nice and slowly.

Gerard's chest felt tight and he was getting scared now. He tried to do as Frank said, but everything was going a little blurry around the edges. He knew Frank was still talking to him, trying to calm him down, but he sounded so far away. Perhaps he should sleep for a while? Maybe that would help. Gerard let his eyes flutter closed.

"No nono! No baby, stay with me!"

Frank grabbed Gerard as he began to sink in his arms. He knew that he looked ridiculous with his pants hangin off and Gerard's off one leg, but if he had to, he was going to get one on the guys.

The dark was nice, peaceful and quiet, and Gerard thought he'd like to stay there a while. His breathing was starting to steady out, but he still couldn't hear Frank properly, and he just felt really, really cold.

Frank quickly dressed and did the same to a limp Gerard, he then raced out of the room to where the guys are, not realizing that he passed Garmin hiding in the hallway.

Garmin watched Frank run past his hiding spot, then slipped quickly into the storage room. Frank's little fairy boyfriend was passed out on the table, obviously couldn't handle a REAL man. Garmin chuckled and stepped closer. Gerard really was very pretty, if you liked that kind of guy. Garmin didn't! Glancing toward the door, and still not hearing any returning footsteps, Garmin placed one hand firmly over Gerard's slightly open mouth, then with the index finger and thumb of his other hand, pinched his nose closed.. only for a second or two, then he let go and laughed, stepping back from the table. It would be so easy, and then he could have Frank all to himself..but no!.. He was no killer.

Hearing footsteps hurrying toward him, Garmin stepped forward again and put a concerned look on his face, and his fingers to the unconscious man's pulse. As Frank ran in the doorway, freezing momentarily at the sight before him, Garmin looked up.

"Oh Frank.. Thank God!.."

He'd done drama classes in high school. He liked to act.

"I just found him like this.. What happened?"

Frank was about to say something when the guys showed up behind him with Pete, because of course, it had to be Pete.

"Holy shit Iero, what did you do to Gee?"

"He just started having a panic attack and passed out."

"And you weren't doing anything?"

"No Pete, we weren't!"

Frank growled at Pete and he backed off.

Garmin smirked. He'd heard everything, so he KNEW Frank was lying.

"How come you were in here?..This room's staff only. Gerard isn't allowed back here, is he?"

He studied his fingernails for a moment.

"Isn't it like, against health and safety, or something?"

"We needed to talk about something the other guys could not hear about and no, there is nothing in this room that can hurt you, it's a fucking store room."

"Yeah, Brendon and Ryan always used this room."

Garmin quirked an eyebrow.

"Really?..What for?"

He was enjoying this, and while they talked, no one was tending to Gerard.. Bonus!

"Look, can we just take care of Gerard here!"

"Oh, yes, of course."

Garmin said, like he'd forgotten the most obvious thing in the world.

"I'll leave you to it. Too many cooks, and all that."

Then he sauntered out of the room.

Frank was about to say something when he saw Gerard stirring.

"F..Frankie?"

His voice, small and weak.

"Baby."

Frank ran over and gathered him in his arms.

"Are you okay?"

Gerard shook like he'd slept out in the snow.. His whole body trembling as he grabbed at Frank's shirt front with thin, cold fingers.

"Frankie?..W..where are w..we?"

One of the guys grabbed a blanket and draped it around Gerard.

"You kind of passed out on me when we were done."

Gerard looked up at Frank from beneath heavy eyelids, he felt exhausted and numb.

"I did?"

His voice slurred slightly.

"Yeah, I think I need to take you home and put you to bed."

Frank left Gerard with the guys and found Sam in his office.

"Hey Sam, I need to take Gerard home, but I don't drive. Can I have one of the guys bring me."

Sam looked concerned which Frank appreciated.

"Yes, of course. I will arrange a car for you."

"Thanks Sam."

Frank went back to Gerard and the guys.

"Let's get him to the front, Sam is going to help us get home."

Gerard sniffed a couple times then rubbed the backs of his fingers against the tip of his nose, frowning slightly.

"Frankie?.."

The other man hummed at him.

"Was something on my nose?"

"Well I was trying to get you to breathe into a bag."

Frank led Gerard out to the front where Sam was standing with...Garmin.

"Garmin offered to get you home. He will drive Gerard's car and then cab back."

Gerard looked at the younger man and smiled softly.

"Thank you for this."

Garmin grinned and shook his head.

"Not a problem.. Shall we?"

He held out his hand.. When no one moved..

"The keys?!"

Gerard blushed slightly, pulling them from his pocket and handing them over.

"Sorry."

He looked down and leaned against Frank as they headed to the car.

"So, Frank?..You coming with us?"

Garmin asked, conversationally.

"Yeah, I'll ride in the back with Gerard."

The guys helped Gerard into the car while Frank thanked Sam one more time. Then he and Garmin got into the car and they drove off.

(time passes)

Jon was pissed. Gerard was late coming back from his stupid lunch date with that short shit he lived with...was engaged to. He was about to call the place that Frank worked when Gerard's car pulled into the driveway. Jon slipped on his shoes and headed to the front door. He was going to give his pet a piece of his mind and then a good solid punishment. He threw open the door.

"Where the fuck have you..."

His words fell flat as someone that he did not know got out of the drivers seat. He just stood there looking at Jon as the back door opened and Frank emerged with a shaking Gerard.

Garmin frowned at the stranger, then shook his head, mentally dismissing him, before turning to speak to Frank.

"I'll wait out here. You go settle him in, then we have to get back."

He pulled a pair of shades from his pocket and slid them on, before leaning back against the side of the car, and apparently dismissing them too.

Gerard could feel Jon's eyes on him, and it made his skin crawl.

"I feel sick."

He murmured as Frank helped him inside, closing the door behind them.

Garmin looked at the stranger, who was just stood staring at Frank and Gerard's front door.

"You a friend of theirs?"

He asked, not removing his shades.

"Not really. Gerard works for my parents."

Jon stood there shirtless looking at the boy who was not much older than him, if at all.

"You?"

"I work with Frank. My dad just bought the company"

Garmin answered, sounding bored.

"Why were you shouting before?"

"Oh...uh...well, Gerard is working on this mural and he does part in the morning and then he goes to have lunch with Frank and comes back to finish in the afternoon.. He was late."

Jon fished his cigarettes out and offered one to the boy.

Garmin took one and accepted a light too.

"A mural, huh?..Sounds interesting. I've not seen any of Gerard's work yet. Do you think I could?.."

"Follow me."

Jon held the door open and let Garmin in. He kicked his shoes off and walked his way down to hall to where Gerard's work was.

"I don;t know if this can be concidered his work since my parents asked for it. I think he draws darker shit than this."

"What do you mean?..Darker!"

Garmin asked as he followed the other man.

"Here, follow me."

Jon brought him to his room where he has a view of Gerard's studio. He went into his closet and grabbed his binoculars.

"Here, he keeps the blinds open so that he gets the natural light in there."

Garmin took the binoculars, glancing sideways at the taller man, and realising that they probably weren't all that different, if this guy liked watching his neighbours through a lens.

"Thanks..The window on the right?"

When Jon nodded, Garmin took a look.

"Woah!.. You weren't kidding when you said- dark.. That's some twisted shit!"

He laughed, handing back the binoculars.

"The mural's not like that, right?"

"Nah, it's fucking paradise with parrots and palm trees and shit like that."

Jon finishes his cigarette and goes to flop onto his bed. He watches the boy looking around the room taking in all his trophies and other school related shit. Then he sees Garmin focus on something on his shelf. Before Jon can say anything, he has walked over and picked it up. It was the collar that he had made for Gerard.

Garmin raised an eyebrow.

"Thinking of getting a dog?"

He teased, seeing Jon flush slightly.

"Don't worry.. Your secret's safe with me.. Can I ask..Who?"

"Um....uh..."

Jon was stopped from answering when a noise came outside his window. He got up and joined the boy in time to see the blinds on the window of Frank and Gerard's room open. With the window open they could hear Frank clearly.

"Baby, I'm worried about you. I think you passed out because you are not getting enough nutrients."

Gerard mumbled something.

"All right, but I want to start keeping more fruits and veggies in the house. Can't have my beautiful fiancé withering away."

Jon grumbled under his breath and went back to the bed.

Garmin watched through the window for another minute or so, then turned back toward Jon.

"So.. You were saying?"

"Come on baby, let's get you undressed and in a nice hot bath."

Jon jumped up from the bed when he heard this. He got back to the window just in time to see Frank maneuver Gerard to the bed and lift the shirt off his body. He then got down on his knees and tugged his tight shorts off.

"Fuck man!"

Garmin exclaimed, in a whisper/shout.

"It's HIM, isn't it?!.. It's Gerard?.. You're fucking the girly-boy!?"

He grinned wide as Jon turned to him sharply.

"Like I said..Your secrets safe."

"I don;t know what you are talking about!"

This was true, Jon had not really done anything with Gerard...not that it was his choice, but watching Frank strip the older man gave him an ache in his cock that he was having trouble tamping down.

"Like FUCK you don't!"

Garmin smirked, an idea clicking in his head.

"You're after Gerard.. And I'm after.. Frank."

"What!?"

Jon looked at the strange boy for a second and then was distracted by Frank and Gerard intertwined and kissing. Frank had just taken his shirt off and was sinking to his knees when Jon could not take it anymore and closed his curtains as he stalked away and flopped onto his bed.

"You heard me.."

Garmin muttered, picking up a random football trophy, turning it over in his hands, then placing it back on Jon's dresser.

"I think we might be able to help each other out.. Don't you?"

Jon turned over and looked at the boy. He had a mischievous look on his face. This could be dangerous.

"How could we help each other out?"

Garmin walked across to the bed, and sat down next to Jon.

"Well, we each need time alone with..them.. So I can make sure Frankie stays at work more, and you can stop Gerard from coming by for lunch.. For starters.."

Garmin placed a hand on Jon's knee, squeezing slightly.

"Kind of a.. You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours..kinda deal.."

He purred in the larger man's ear, moving his hand slowly up Jon's muscular thigh.

"Mutually.."

He licked the lobe.

"Beneficial."

Jon was haviing trouble breathing. He thought that only Gerard could do this to him and Gerard never even tries to on purpose.

"H-H-He will never stop going there you know. All the boys like him."

Garmin slid his hand up to Jon's crotch and smirked when he found that he was already hard. This was gonna be easier than he thought. Beginning to rub him through his jeans, Garmin leaned in to suck on his neck.

"I'll deal with the boys.."

He murmured against Jon's ear as he unzipped his fly and slithered his hand inside, finding his way unhindered by underwear.

"You just tell him he can't go!"

Jon moaned as he fell back down on his back. The boy knew what he was doing.

"I-I-I-I don;t even know your name."

Garmin smirked.. He had him eating out of the palm of his fucking hand.

"My name's Garmin.. Now.. Let's take care of your little problem, shall we?"

Licking his lips, he leaned over, and licked a stripe up the underside of Jon's cock. He tasted sort of funky..like old jock-straps and sweat.. but Garmin had had worse. Taking the quite large member in his mouth, he began bobbing his head and imagining it were Frankie.

"Oh fuck!"

Jon still doesn't understand how this all happened. He was supposed to have Gerard between his legs as punishment for coming home from lunch late, instead he had Frank's co-worker? How was this his life?

Garmin sucked and licked, and did his best to ignore the taste and not breath in too deep..and it wasn't long before the meathead jock was grunting and cursing and cumming in disgusting spurts into Garmin's mouth. He did NOT swallow! but chose to go and spit it out the open window.

"So.. We got a deal?"

"Yeah yeah, we got a deal."

Jon got up when he heard Garmin spit out the window. He moved over just in time to hear Gerard cry out and see Frank still on top of him as he obviously came.

"Fuck."

"That's gonna be you soon.."

Garmin smirked.

"I reckon Frankie boy forgot about work.. Do you think I should go remind him?"

"Yeah and remind him that Gerard needs to be here."

Jon was growling now. Frank had what was his and he was going to remind Gerard of it.

"Yeah, well.. You might have a problem there."

Garmin frowned, feigning interest in his new acquaintance's bad luck.

"Gerard got sick.. Passed out.. That's why I drove them back."

He saw the annoyed look on Jon's face.

"I'm not saying it's off for today, I'm just saying..maybe wait til I've taken Frank back to work before going to get him?.. Just a suggestion."

"Hmmm, maybe your right."

Jon watched them cuddle for a bit and then spit out the window.

"I'm going to shower, you can let yourself out."

Garmin grinned to himself. That boy might be about as smart as a box of rocks, but he could DEFINITELY come in handy. Exiting the annoyingly cream (with the brightly coloured exception of the mural) home, Garmin walked quickly over to Frank and Gerard's door, and knocked, three times..hard.

"Fuck, who could that be?"

Frank dragged himself from Gerard's side and slipped his boxers on. He trudged to the front door and opened it without thinking.

"Well, well, well.."

Garmin grinned, dragging his eyes up and down the smaller man's body.

"Looks like I came right on time.. You gonna invite me in to play, Frankie boy?"

"What do you want Talbot? Why are you still here?"

"What?.. You thought you were getting the afternoon off?.."

Garmin chuckled, darkly.

"Nu-uh.."

He shook his head, messy hair flapping around his face.

"Time to go back to work.. We got things to do.. Now, get dressed... or don't!.. Actually, you can stay like that, if you like."

He winked at the older man, reaching out to touch his bare chest. Frank moved away. Garmin laughed.

"I'll call that cab.. Be ready in ten."

Then he turned from the door, and went to sit on the hood of Gerard's car.

Frank grumbles again as he makes his way back into the bedroom. Gerard is sleeping peacefully. Frank starts getting dressed. When he is done he leans over and kisses him lightly.

"Gotta get back baby, see you later."

Frank makes his way out of the house and is about to close the door when he sees Jon outside.

"Hey Jon. Sorry, Gee is not feeling so well."

"Don't worry about it. You have to get back to work. I will check up on him and bring him some soup later."

"Hey thanks man! I'll leave the door for you then."

Frank hears a horn and sees the cab pull up. He watched Garmin slide off the hood of Gerard's car, and head towards it. He waves to Jon again as he gets in and they head back to work.

"He really is as stupid as Garmin says."

Jon heads into Gerard's house and leaves the door open. He walks down the hall to their bedroom where he sees Gerard asleep on the bed curled under the sheets and still naked from his tryst with Frank. Jon walks over and runs a hand along Gerard's curves. Gerard sighs in his sleep and Jon smirks. He picks up the sleeping man, not surprised that he is light as a feather. He carried him through the house and back to his own. He carried him up the stairs to his room and lays him on the bed. He goes back down and closes Frank's and his door before returning to his bedroom and stripping. He crawls into bed with Gerard and presses against his back nestling his cock between his ass cheeks. He loops an arm around Gerard and pulls him closer beginning to slide his cock up and down groaning at how soft his skin is.

"Ahhhh."

Jon increases his movements and snakes his hand down to feel that Gerard is getting hard. He has never thought about jerking him off, but now he wants to. He starts to stroke Gerard making him moan and push back more on him. Jon takes it and decided to slip his cock between Gerard legs. His shaft brushes against Gerard's opening and Gerard really lets out a moan after that. Jon becomes bold and slides his other hand down to where Gerard's entrance is. He runs a finger over it and then starts to work it in. Gerard is wet inside and Jon realizes that it is from Frank. It grosses him out, but the way Gerard is responding make him want to slide his cock in there, but not yet. That will happen when he has Gerard's full attention.

"That's it baby, feels good doesn't it?"

Again he knows that Gerard thinks it's Frank, especially since he uses his pet name, but everything feels so good that he does not give a shit. He can feel himself getting closer and he speeds up his thrusts as well as his hand on Gerard's cock and adds another finger in his ass. Gerard begins to buck against him and Jon adds a third finger in and slides his pinkie in too.

"Fuck, you little slut, you probably want my whole hand don't you?"

Once again Jon puts this aside for another time and continues to fuck against him. Gerard stutters when Jon brushes something inside him and he whimpers cumming all over Jon's hand. Jon gets bold then and pulls back enough so that his head is near Gerard's opening, as he uses his fingers to spread him open and cums with his head just on the edge of it. He pushes his head in just a little and enjoys the clenching of Gerard's muscles. he leaves it there as he falls asleep holding Gerard hoping that he wakes before he does.

Notes

Hi chipmunks.. Said it would be up quick..

I think our poor Gee is in trouble, don't you?

Please comment, stay safe, and peace out!
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