Special delivery

Garmin was sat at his desk, looking at pictures of naked men on his phone, when there was a knock on the door of the office.
"Come in."
He called out, not looking up. The door opened, and a girl with bright green and yellow dyed hair stepped into the room. When the man behind the desk didn't bother to acknowledge her, she cleared her throat and introduced herself first.
"Good morning Mr. Talbot. I believe you're expecting me? I'm Hayley Williams. I'm here for an interview for the rider's job."
Garmin looked up now, casting a critical eye over the girl. He wasn't fond of having girls anywhere near him really, and he wasn't convinced that they were any good as anything but maids and mothers, but his dad had insisted that he interview her, so he would…didn't mean she'd get the job though.
"Of course, Miss Williams, I remember."
He gestured to the seat opposite him.
"Please."
She sat down, smiling genuinely.
"So, why don't you tell me a little bit about you?"
"Ok. So I'm 20 years old. I'm a bit of a fitness nut, so I ride my bike literally everywhere. I was working as a delivery rider for Mossop's service, for two years, till they went out of business last month, and I've been looking for a new position ever since."
She thought for a second, then continued.
"I've lived in this area all my life, and I know the streets like the back of my hand. If you give me a chance, you won't regret it."
Garmin sat back in his chair, and studied his perfect fingernails, then looked back up at the eager girl before him. He had no real intention of hiring her as a rider, but maybe she could be a cleaner, or work on packing.
"Well, Hayley…may I call you Hayley?"
She nodded, with a smile.
"I'm quite impressed. I know that Mossop was a real task master, and if you worked there for two years, you must've been good. So I'm going to give you a trial."
He opened the top drawer of his desk and retrieved an envelope.
"I need this letter delivered ASAP. Then I want you right back here."
He handed over the letter, and a receipt slip to be signed by whoever took in the delivery.
"This must be signed by someone at this address Do NOT deliver it to a neighbor if they are not home. Understand?"
Hayley looked at the address and smiled. She knew the area well.
"You can count on me"
She grinned, standing from her seat and heading toward the door.
Garmin went back to his phone, and Hayley rode out of the yard. Hayley was quick, possibly one of the fastest riders in town, so it wasn't long before she was getting off her bike and heading up to the posh looking front door. She rang the bell, and after a moment, the door opened.
"Hi there. I have a letter for..."
She looked at the envelope, then back at the smartly dressed woman.
"Jon Peterson?"
The lady smiled down at her.
"Oh yes. That's my son. Do I need to sign?"
Hayley held out the receipt slip and pen, and watched as it was signed. Then Hayley handed over the letter and wished the older lady a good day, before getting back on her bike and peddling quickly back to the Special Delivery Bike Service. 15 minutes later, not even out of breath, she wheeled back into the yard and parked her bike. Garmin was sat on the lunch table, smoking a dubious cigarette, when Hayley walked up to him and handed over the receipt slip.
"All done Mr. Talbot. How'd I do?"
She knew she'd been fast. Garmin looked at his watch and frowned slightly.
"I'm sorry, but that may have been fast enough for Mossop's, but not for us. Our best delivery guy could have been back five minutes earlier."
Hayley fought to keep her chin off the floor as he continued.
"We do have a position in the packing warehouse, if you're interested? And you could reapply for a rider's job in six months, if you like?"
Hayley was at a loss for what had just happened, but she was sure of one thing- she hated this stuck up little worm. But she needed the money, so, she accepted. She would start tomorrow. Garmin watched as she walked back to her bike and rode out of the yard, then he flicked away his butt, and went back inside to await the call he knew would come.
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Jon was bored. His parents had been home the whole day so he could not do anything with Gerard. He just watched his mom flit around the boy and praise his work and tell him about all the friends of hers that had seen it and want to commission him. Gerard was happy of course. How could he not be? Jon was sitting on the sofa watching the two when his phone rang.
"Yo."
"Geeze Johnny, you could sound happier to talk to me."
"Sorry Ali, I'm just tired."
"Oh. So did you want to change plans then?"
Jon thought about it. He could get out of it, but Gerard was no fun right now.
"No it's cool. I will get ready and pick you up."
"Okay Johnny, love you."
"Yeah, me too."
Jon hung up and went upstairs to get dressed when someone knocked on the door.
"Oh, that's my son."
Jon kept going and threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt quickly, when he got down stairs his mom handed him a letter. It was from Garmin. Jon smiled and kissed his mother goodbye then tore it open as he headed out.
Garmin was, as usual, sat at his desk, doing fuck all, when his cellphone rang in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw -unknown number- on the tiny screen, and grinned. He KNEW it wouldn't take long. Pressing the "ok" key, he put the phone to his ear.
"Hello. I hoped I'd be hearing from you."
"Getting one of your delivery slaves to drop letters to me now?"
Garmin smirked, leaning back in his chair.
"Yeah and I didn't even have to pay this one."
"Oh man, you are a little shit!"
Jon was grinning madly as he drove to his girlfriend’s house with his music blasting from his convertible.
"Never said I wasn't. You seen your boy today?"
"Yeah, but my mom was there. Sucked. On my way to get laid with my girlfriend.”
Garmin rolled his eyes and wondered where Jon had found a girl with no sense of smell.. Or maybe she was just good at holding her breath.
"Good luck with that, but look, we should discuss how we're gonna handle things, cos I don't think we can just leave things to chance, do you?"
"HEY BABY, LOOKIN GOOD THERE WITH YOUR FINE SELF!"
The blonde giggled as she waved and blew a kiss.
"GOT A SHAKE TO GO WITH THOSE FRIES?"
Jon wiggled his sunglasses at her and she laughed again. The light turned green and he honked his horn and drove off.
"Oh man, that was fucking awesome! Oh hey sorry there Garms, I was distracted by the scenery, what did you say again?"
Garmin tried not to throw up in his mouth.
"I said…that we need to talk about our plans."
He snapped a pencil out of pure frustration that he'd lumbered himself with this idiot. Oh well, even morons have their uses.
"When are you getting your hands on him again?"
"I guess tomorrow, but right now he is really freaked out around me. I guess I should not have made him think that I fucked him huh?"
Jon made a fast turn and his tires screeched when he cut off another car.
"ASSHOLE!"
"You what?"
Garmin nearly choked on his coffee.
"Fuck! You gotta tell me how THAT happened dude."
This guy was entertaining, if nothing else.
"Oh man after you left, I went and took Gee to my house and put him in my bed. he was like still naked too! So I did that spoon thing that you do that chicks love and he thought that I was Frank, so he pushed back and fuck if it did not feel good that I held him really close and don't ask me why, but I decided to jerk him off and wow did he respond!"
Jon was actually pretty proud of the way he made the older man feel.
"So then like I wanted to fuck him, but I want him to be awake for that shit so I just did that crap that they do in the movies where you shove you cock between the girls thighs, but holy shit it worked and it made him cum, but then I got this wicked idea and I..."
HEY! WATCH IT FUCK FACE!"
Garmin let out a breath he was unaware he was holding, and noticed that his hand had found its way to the quite prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. He pressed down firmly.
"Then you?"
He prompted, closing his eyes and rubbing himself through his pants.
"Sorry, man, fucking old as woman drivers, where was I?"
"You made him cum, and then?"
"Oh yeah! I stuck the head of my cock right just a little bit in his ass and then I jerk myself till i came! Then I fucking fell asleep and hoped he would wake up first, and he did!"
Jon started laughing and banging the steering wheel.
"And I know he freaked out cause later on Frank had to come get me to break the bathroom door down and Gee was on the floor shaking with steam coming out of the shower! I pretended to be all concerned and shit, carried him, naked again, to the bed and then left Frank with him."
Garmin moaned slightly, but covered it with a cough, and removed his hand. He'd lock the door and finish up when he'd ended his call.
"Wow dude. You're good!"
He had balls, Garmin would give him that.
"Perhaps I should take that approach with Frankie boy."
He mused, almost to himself.
"Nah!"
He shook his head, then returned his attention to the phone call.
"So, tomorrow. You'll keep your little girly boy with you at lunchtime, and I'll find a way to get some alone time with Frank okay?"
"As long as my mom is not around...oh wait, if you have Frank call and say that he can't have lunch then I can make my mom make Gerard stay for lunch...unless she is gone, then he he he."
"I think that'll work. Yeah! I can get Frankie boy to cancel their lunch date."
Garmin nodded, a smirk spreading on his lips.
"Then we can both have some fun!"
"Sweet, speaking of fun, I am about to go dip my wick if you know what i mean, so later man! Hey babe, wow you look good! So are you really hungry cause we could just skip dinner and go straight for dessert!"
Garmin sighed deeply, rolling his eyes ending the call wondering how Jon could even have a girlfriend or anything for that matter. Now, to take care of his little problem. He didn't bother to lock the door, cos he was expecting Frankie boy through the door any minute, and he'd LOVE to see his reaction to walking in on this. Unzipping his flies, he pulled out his hard-on, and started to slowly stroke himself, collecting beads of pre-cum to aid the slide. Slouching down in his chair, he tipped his head back and closed his eyes, his breathing becoming heavy as his heart started to race. As his right hand stroked firmly up and down his cock, his left played, and tugged at his balls. He tried to imagine that it was Frankie boy down there, on his knees, pink lips stretched wide around his thick cock, while he fisted his hair, and fucked that pretty mouth.
"Oh God!"
He was getting close now.
"Hey Garmin, Frank wanted me too...fuck! Sorry, i just...sorry!"
A frightened Ray slammed the door as quickly as he had opened it. Garmin stared at the door for a few seconds, frozen with his hand still on his cock, then, he burst out laughing, cos the look on that boy's face was fucking priceless. When he'd gotten control of himself again, he decided to quickly finish himself off, cos there was no way that Frankie boy was coming in here now, and then go for a smoke. What a productive morning he was having, he chuckled to himself as he did up his pants afterwards, then grabbed his cigarettes and headed outside.
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"Angela?"
Gerard called up the stairs, as he wiped paint off his hands, onto his jeans.
"Yes Gerard? Are you alright dear?"
She called back as she headed down toward him.
"Oh yes, I'm fine! It's just lunchtime!"
He shuffled his feet slightly and looked to the floor. Angela's eyes grew wide.
"Oh my, of course. Go on, don't be late for Frank on my account."
Gerard thanked her and assured that he'd be back after lunch, then hurried out the front door, and back home to change. He had very certain ideas about what was going to happen at lunch, and they had very little to do with bagels. Stripping off his paint stained work clothes, Gerard took a quick shower, shaving everything that needed shaving, then dried off and lathered himself in his favorite mango body butter, before applying fresh eyeliner and lip gloss, and running his fingers through his still wet hair. Next, Gerard pulled on a pair of black, lacy, very short shorts. Strictly, they were girl's panties, but fuck if they didn't look good on him. Then he wriggled into his stretchy, black, thigh-high boots, with the little kitten heels that drive Frankie wild, and finally, his knee-length black leather trench coat, to complete the look. Once the coat was buttoned up, no one would see that all he had on underneath was panties. With THIS outfit, he knew he could take Frankie's mind off of food. Checking his makeup one last time, in the little mirror by the door, Gerard smiled. He was actually having a good day today. He'd got away with just two bites of toast this morning, before Frankie had to go. He'd painted without having that sleaze hanging around him all morning. And now, he was going to see Frankie, and see if he could persuade him to bend him over a desk and fuck him till he couldn't see straight. Gerard grabbed his keys and left the house. 20 minutes later, he was pulling into the yard.
"Man Frankie, you sure spoil that man of yours."
The spread on the table was mouthwatering and the boys sat there with their own piddily lunches.
"Now, I am sure that Gee will share dessert with you guys, just wait. Ah, there he is!"
Frank waved as Gerard pulled into the driveway. All the guys stood up to greet their favorite brunette, but fell on their asses when he emerged from the car.
”Uhhhh”
As Gerard climbed out of the car, the front of his coat opened a bit too high, but he swallowed down his embarrassment at having flashed the guys his panties, and, having locked the car up, walked over toward them, swinging his hips and smiling wickedly.
"G-G-G-G-G-G-G..."
"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I..."
"WH-WH-WH-WH-WH..."
All three stood gaping as Gerard sashayed his way forward. At that moment, Sam and Garmin came out of the office on their way to lunch. Garmin raised an eyebrow when he saw what was happening.
"My goodness Gerard.."
He chuckled.
"I do believe you've rendered our boys speechless!"
Gerard bit his lip coyly, never losing eye contact with Frank.
"Bravo!"
Then Garmin and his father headed off. Gerard stepped up close to Frank, really close, and leaned in, whispering in his ear.
"I want you to take me into your office, lock the door, bend me over your desk, and…”
He dipped the tip of his tongue into Frank's ear.
“…and fuck me till I can't see."
He stood back slightly, so he could look into Frankie's eyes.
"Will you do that for me, Frankie?"
"I...uh...but...food...and..."
Frank looked at the boys, but they were no help. Even Ray the straightest one of them all was having trouble putting his eyes back in his head as he fully focused on Gerard's ass. Gerard pressed himself against Frank and whispered..
"My engagement ring, isn't the only ring I'm wearing right now."
Then he stood back, winked at Frank, and turned and walked toward Frank's office.
"You coming Frank?"
"Gotta go!"
Frank ran after Gerard scooping him over his shoulder and kicking the office door open as well as shut. Ray and Patrick looked at each other and shrugged. They sat down and began to eat the food.
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By the time Frank and Gerard emerged from the office, lunch was over. Ray and Patrick were getting their bike gear ready and Sam and Garmin had just pulled into the lot. Frank had sex hair and he knew it, but to attempt some dignity, he shoved his old messenger cap on his head. Gerard smiled happily at Frank, and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek.
"I love you Frankie. See you at home later, ok?"
Gerard and got into his car, winking and sending Frank one last smile, before closing the door, and driving away. Frank looked at what was left of lunch and sighed as he heard his stomach grumble.
"Gotta keep them happy huh?"
Sam looked at Frank and Frank swallowed hard.
"Mr. Talbot, I'm so sorry and..."
Sam put his hand up.
"Tut tut son, I was young once, I mean how do you think Garmin got here."
Frank laughed at this.
"Still, let's not make a constant habit of this. Reputation and all."
"Of course not Sam."
Frank's stomach growled again as he began cleaning up the mess on the table. He was fucking hungry.
"Oh, Frank?"
Garmin called out to him, walking over to where the other man was looking a little put out.
"I got you something."
He pulled both hands out from behind his back. In his left was a large take-out coffee cup, and in his right, was a brown paper bag, with a logo on the side, for a deli downtown that Frank dreams of being able to afford.
"Here, I had a feeling you'd miss lunch."
He handed over his offerings, winked, and walked away. Frank is kind of shocked at the brat's kindness. His stomach is too loud and tamps down his warning, asshole alert, so he just drops in the seat and greedily pulls out the food in the bag.
"That was nice of you Garmin."
Sam pats his son on the shoulder and then goes to his own office. Of course Garmin has his reasons for doing this. He's never nice unless it benefits him, and he KNOWS this will. Garmin has this friend, you see. Well, not really a friend, more, an acquaintance. And this guy can get hold of just about anything. In this case, he'd gotten hold of some little white pills that he'd sold to Garmin for the price of cup of coffee. The pills, little white tablets, were called Hot Rods, and the guy had SWORN to Garmin, that just one of those pills would have any man SO hard and horny, and that he'd fuck a cactus if it had a hole in it. Garmin put two in Frank's coffee.. He was looking forward to this afternoon, especially as his dad was going out straight after lunch. He'd only returned with him to fetch some papers. The pills should take about half an hour to kick in, and then, let the fun begin.
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Frank was working on one of the spread sheets when he realized it was hot in the office. He got up and walked over to the window pushing it open. The breeze felt amazing and he figured it would do the trick. He went back to the desk and got back to work. Soon though he began to sweat and decided that he was wearing too many layers. He stripped off his hoodie and then his outer shirt. He was soaked.
"Shit, what the fuck?"
He knew that there was an old shower in the back of the building so he decided to hop in real quick and see if he could cool off that way. He headed back there passing a few people that look concerned. One asked if he was getting sick cause his face was flushed. Maybe that was it. He hoped he did not give whatever it was to Gerard too. He would call after the shower and ask if he was feeling okay. Frank got to the small bathroom and entered locking the door. He turned the water on to a temped degree opting to gradually lower the hot water. He stripped and hopped in.
"Hey, um.. Sir?"
Garmin was sat smoking when two of the younger riders, he didn't know their names, walked over.
"Yes, what is it?"
The boy, who probably wasn't more than 17, shuffled his feet a bit and looked at his companion for assurance, then carried on.
"Sir, we just saw Frank, and he didn't look too well. Like he might be really sick."
"Where is he?"
"Think he went to the shower room, out the back."
Frank had the water nearly all the way off hot, but he could still not cool down. On top of that, he was sporting a semi that would also not go down. Actually it was getting worse.
"What the fuck kind of illness leaves you with a raging hard on?"
"Ok, thanks for letting me know."
He dismissed the pair, so they could get back to whatever they were supposed to be doing, and headed towards the back part of the buildings, right to the back, beyond the warehouses, to the door to the shower room. He could hear water running, as he pressed his ear to the door, and grunts and curses coming from within. He grinned.
"Frank?"
He called, putting on a concerned voice.
"You ok in there?"
Oh great, just what Frank needed.
"Y-Y-Yeah, I'm fine...just a l-l-little over h-heated."
Fuck, why was he stuttering his words? Oh yeah cause he had jerked off three times and his cock would still not go down! Maybe he should call Gerard.
"Yeah…the guys said you looked a little hot. Can I help with anything?"
Garmin smirked. His guy had told him every effect those pills would have, and he knew that Frank must be getting pretty damn desperate by now.
"Um...yeah, actually can you c-c-c-call Gerard for me?"
Frank felt like he was going to rub his skin right off before his cock went down.
"Err.. Sure, but isn't he working?"
"Shit, that's right! Fuck me!"
"Any time, Frankie boy."
Frank didn't hear when Garmin said because he let out a long frustrated moan as he came for the fifth time and still felt no satisfaction. Garmin pressed his hand against his own hard length as he listened to those delicious noises.
"Frank? Come on, let me in. Perhaps I can help you."
"No, I'm g-g-g-good, real-l-ly."
"Come on. You sound like you're in pain dude."
"*groan* You have no f-f-f-fucking idea."
"I can't just leave you in pain, Frank. I'm coming in."
Garmin pulled out his keys, each one labeled cos he had about 20, and started searching for the one to the shower room. He was starting to get bored of this game now.
"No no no, I’m..."
Another wave of whatever the fuck this was hit him and Frank was on his knees. Garmin found the key, and with a triumphant grin, slid it into the lock, and turned it.
"Sorry Frank, what did you say?"
He asked as he swung the door opened and stepped inside, pretending to have not heard. Frank was on his knees with his head thrown back moaning shamelessly as he quickly fisted his cock. He was shaking so hard that he was banging his head against the stall.
"Oh my! You need some help there?"
Frank couldn't answer as he was cumming again and still had a hard on. Garmin unzipped his pants and pulled out his own hard cock, before dropping to his knees in front of the clearly distressed man, and replacing Frank's tiring right hand with his own, while simultaneously jacking himself off with his left.
"Oh fuck! You don't, I mean, you can...I..."
Garmin stopped his movements for a moment.
"You want me to stop?"
Frank wanted to say no, he really did, but instead another moan came out. Garmin smirked and started moving his hand again.
"That's it Frankie boy, I got you. Just relax and go with it."
Frank didn't want to, but he pushed up into the movement. It was wrong, all wrong, but his body did not give a fuck at all.
Garmin wanted more than this, and he had the feeling that Frank wouldn't exactly object right now. Letting go of his own heavy, leaking cock, Garmin reached between Frank's legs, and teased at his entrance.
"This what you want Frankie boy?"
Frank's brain clicked on line for two seconds and he pushed Garmin's hand away.
"What?! Fuck, no, I d-d-d-don't."
Frank started to get up, this was all wrong. Something was wrong with him and Garmin was being too... well normal for Garmin. Grunting with annoyance, Garmin grabbed Frank by his arms and pulled him back down.
"Where the fuck do you think you’re going!?"
Then he firmly gripped Frank's still hard cock and started pumping it quickly, while doing the same to himself with his other hand, and leaning in to bite and lick at Frank's neck.
"Ah...you did this, what the fuck did you do to me!?"
Frank gripped Garmin's shoulder and pushed him under the shower spray.
"Fuck! I thought you were enjoying yourself?!"
"Enjoying myself!? Are you fucking crazy!? You slipped me some shit that gave me a fucking hard on that won't go away and i am supposed to enjoy myself? Where was it Talbot!? In the food or the coffee!?"
Frank watched Garmin's eyes go wide.
"Yeah, maybe I will take what's left and show it to you dad. See if he wants a sip. Are you gonna help him with his problem too?"
Garmin narrowed his eyes and got real still, and quiet.
"You think you can threaten me Frank?"
He shook his head, water spraying from his dripping hair, his eyes, dark and cold.
"I've seen your more private tattoos after all. I'm sure if I told Gerard we've been together, he'd believe me. What do you think?"
He sneered, tucking his cock back in his pants and zipping up. He was pissed that he'd gone soft again.
"Why you black mailing little shit!"
Frank raised his hand and before his knew it, he had clocked Garmin in the chin. Garmin knew it was coming, and threw his head back with the punch, lessening its effects though he'd still have a bruise by the end of the day. Grinning, a little blood on his teeth, he looked back at a fuming Frank. If this was the movies, this scene would be hilarious.. Frank naked with a hard on and Garmin fully clothed and soaked to the bone holding his chin...but it wasn't, it was a sick and twisted situation and Frank wanted to do nothing about it, but forget.
"I like you Frank…"
Garmin smirked.
"Well, I like your body anyway. You let me do what I want with it and I’ll keep quiet. I won't say a word."
Garmin liked the fact that Frank didn't answer him back. He liked the defeated slump that Frank's shoulders just did. He stepped over to the wet, naked, and still painfully hard boy, and ran his fingers over the other man's chest.
"Do we have a deal?"
Frank was trapped and he knew it.
"Deal."
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Jon was having a cigarette when Gerard pulled into the driveway. He looked up and saw him. Jon knew that his mom was not home anymore, but the garage was still closed. He watched Gerard, but Gerard did not get out of the car. He just sat there looking nervous.
”Huh, what’s that about?”
Gerard didn't want Jon to see him in this outfit. It had been for Frankie, after all, but what could he do? Stay in the car all day? Painfully aware that the younger man was watching him, Gerard took a deep breath, and opened the car door. Stepping out, he kept his head down as he hurriedly locked the car, then turned to head back home to change.
"Whoa!"
Jon's jaw dropped. He ran quickly to block Gerard from entering his home.
"Gee...That's some outfit you have on there."
Gerard fell back a step, fear gnawing at his guts. He wanted to turn and run, but he knew he'd never get far in these heels. He couldn't look at the other man's face, cos he was desperately trying not to cry right now, and he knew that if he saw Jon's lecherous smile, he'd lose the fight.
"Th-Thank you Sir."
Jon was careful knowing that he was outside where anyone could see them, but one side of Gerard was blocked by the house and he ran his hands up it.
"So what do you have under it?"
Jon's breathing was heavy now. He wanted to see more. it was crazy cause several times he saw this man naked, but he liked him dressed up like this.
"Um..."
Gerard whimpered and tried to shrink away from Jon's touch. His cheeks flushed as tears built up in his eyes.
"Let's explore this further shall we, your place or mine?"
Jon tightened his grip on the older man's hip as he spoke. Gerard knew he had no choice in the matter.. This was happening, whether he liked it or not.
"Y-Yours Sir."
He didn't want his bed to smell of whatever Jon had in mind.
"That's a good girl, now let's go."
Jon escorted Gerard to his house quickly and as soon as the door was closed he was pressed against it. Jon had his face buried in his neck and he hand working the buttons of the jacket open. He slid his hand down to find that Gerard was wearing nothing, but a pair of lace really short shorts.
"Fuck me. Get in the living room. I want you on your keens with my cock in your mouth right now."
Gerard sobbed pitifully, but did as he was told. Head down, he walked into the large cream room, and slowly got down on his knees. Jon sat on the sofa and left it to Gerard to unzip his pants. He looked so fucking good with his bare chest and the fuck me thigh high boots.
"You look just like the whore that you really are, you know that?"
Gerard sniffed, his lip trembling as his fingers fumbled with Jon's zipper. At least it was just a blow job. Jon hadn't said that he wanted to fuck him, Gerard wasn't sure how he'd cope with that. Jon wasn't wearing any underwear, but that didn't really come as a shock. The fact that he was already mostly hard, kinda did. Gerard whimpered as he looked up for further directions.
"Do a good job and I will reward you, but if you don't..."
Jon left that threat to hang in the air. Gerard bit his lip nervously, then shuffled forward on his knees, til the fronts of his thighs were against the sofa, then he took hold of Jon's cock and started stroking it for a moment or two, before swallowing back his nausea, and sliding his lips down over the head.

(time passes)

Frank was a mess. Not outwardly, but inside. He arrived home and just wanted to go to sleep. He didn't even greet Gerard when he walked in. he headed straight for the bedroom where he saw Gerard collapsed on the bed. He wanted to snuggle with him so badly, but after Garmin touched him, he didn;t feel right. Instead he moved into the living room and passed out on the sofa.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. How you doing?..

As always, this is also on AO3, with notes by the lovely momiji_neyuki.. I urge you to check it out there too!

Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
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