Special delivery

Gerard woke up with the familiar sour taste in the back of his throat, but the unfamiliar cold feeling of waking up alone in his bed.
"Frankie?"
He called out, softly. When he didn't get a reply, Gerard slipped out of bed and wrapped his robe around himself, shivering slightly as he crept through the silent, still dark house. When he reached the living room, and saw Frank stretched out on the couch, he bit back a whimper, not wanting to wake him. Why hadn't he come to bed? Had he found out about Jon? Was he mad? Gerard felt panicked tears start to build up in his eyes, and he rubbed angrily at them with the backs of his hands. Wouldn't do any good to fall apart now.
"Breakfast"
That would be a good start to fixing this. Heading into the kitchen, Gerard set about making Frank's favorites; veggie sausages, hash browns, and lots and lots of coffee. If Frank had discovered what had been happening next door, Gerard could only hope that he'd be understanding about it all being one sided. He hoped that Frank didn't know.
"*groan*"
Frank slowly opened his eyes as the smell of breakfast filled his nostrils.
"Coffee."
Gerard was turning the hash browns as he heard the groan coming from the couch. He swallowed down a wave of nervous nausea, and turned to pour two large cups of coffee.
"Hi"
He murmured, glancing over, before darting his eyes back to the coffee pot.
"Oh my head."
Frank tried to get up, but instead rolled off the sofa into the coffee table.
"Ow! Fuck son of a bitch!"
Gerard gasped and spun to see what had happened, spilling scolding hot coffee over his hand.
"SHIT!"
He dropped the cup and it fell to shatter on the floor. He jumped backward, burnt hand clenched to his chest, bare feet slipping slightly on the wet floor.
"Fuck!"
"Gerard!"
Frank scrambled up and ran to the kitchen, but slipped on the wet floor and crashed into Gerard.
"Frankie!"
Gerard yelped, grabbing at his arms to steady them both. Their feet tangled and he felt gravity taking over. Frank and Gerard collapsed in a heap with coffee all over them. Frank could not help it, he started laughing. Then he grabbed Gerard and kissed him. He would have kept kissing him, but then the smoke alarm went off indicating that breakfast was burning.
"Oh shit!"
Frank scrambled up and turned the stove off. Gerard sat frozen on the floor. He loved Frank so much, but when the younger man had kissed him just then, a tiny part of him got scared, like it remembered Jon's touch instead. Fuck NOT good! Shaking himself out of it, Gerard looked at his scolded fingers, red over white. They stung, and he absently thought that the pain was kinda nice, in a weird way. He looked at his bare feet, and saw a tiny shard of broken coffee cup sticking out of the side of his left one, a trickle of blood running toward the floor. Pretty…
"Hey Gee I..."
The phone rang and Frank groaned. He was tempted to let the machine pick it up, but he lifted and receiver to hear Garmin freaking out and jumbling his words.
"Slow the fuck down Talbot, now what is going on?"
Garmin took a breath.
"Frank please I need you to come in! We got like a 1000 deliveries this morning, and the computer froze, and I've got no idea how to do this manually! Please Frank!?"
"Really? A thousand?"
Frank knew that the boy was exaggerating, but then he got a text from Brendon reminding him what day it was.
"Oh shit, that's right!"
Frank put his phone away and got back on the cordless.
"All right, I'm coming, hold on."
Frank hung up.
"Shit!"
He headed to the bedroom to get dressed Gerard sat numbly watching as Frank disappeared through to the bedroom. He could feel himself start to shake, and he fought to keep the tears at bay. Dragging himself to his feet, he walked over to the counter next to the stove, ignoring the broken cup on the floor, and the pieces that embedded themselves in the souls of his feet, and picked up one of the slightly burnt sausages that Frank had rescued from cremation, and took a bite. Everything was falling out of his control, but he still had control of what he ate, and how long it stayed in his body. Three sausages and two and a half hash browns later, he heard Frank coming back out of the bedroom. He didn't turn around.
"Oh man baby, I am so sorry that I have to leave before having breakfast with you, but this asshole has no fucking clue what he is doing."
Frank slipped on his vans and then his jacket. He grabbed a sausage out of the pan and smiled that Gerard was eating.
"Glad you got your appetite back lately baby."
He kissed Gerard on the cheek shoving the sausage in his mouth and then, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder and grabbing his key, he was out the door. Gerard swallowed down a bite of burned potato, then felt his stomach revolt, and dashed for the bathroom. He got there just in time, and heaved over the open toilet until his belly was empty again. It was becoming more of a habit now, not just once in a while. Before, he had to make himself sick…now, it was almost automatic. Flushing away the mess, Gerard turned to look at himself in the mirror. Pale, waxy skin and dark under eye circles stared back at him. His hair hung dark and limp around his thin cheeks.
"Time for a makeover, I think."
He murmured to himself, picking up his toothbrush and getting rid of the taste of puke from his mouth. He wasn't due to be at the Peterson's until 10, so he had a good 2 hours, and everything he needed to brighten up his look. After applying the bleach to his hair, Gerard sat and painted his toenails in a soft, shimmery pink, while he let his hair lighten. After about 40 minutes, he rinsed it thoroughly out, then put on the color he'd chosen, a bright, fire truck red! Let's see Frank walk out without ravishing him now. Gerard giggled as he imagined Frank's face when he came home tonight. Quickly drying his hair, Gerard pulled on his paint splattered jeans and a cropped t-shirt with some slogan or other on the front, then grabbed his keys, stuffed his feet into his converse, and headed out the door. It didn't matter what he wore today, cos Angela was supposed to be there. He was safe today.
"Well look at you!"
Jon looked up from the sofa as he heard his mom exclaim something. He dragged his ass up and scratched his ass as he walked to the kitchen.
"Hey mom, what's going...."
He stopped, choking on his words. There stood Gerard in his usual outfit for painting, but his hair was this incredible red. It was like nothing Jon had ever seen and it made his cock ache.
"So Gerard we wanted to add a mural to the stairs. Something to compliment the one you did in the foyer."
Gerard kept his eyes locked on Angela's, not daring to look at the monster that he could feel staring at him from across the room.
"Uh…sure, what were you th-thinking you'd w-want?"
"We were thinking of maybe either rapidly growing palm trees or pink flamingos. What do you think?"
The last thing Jon wanted in his home was fucking trees or birds, but if it meant that Gerard would be there longer, he could work with this. Gerard tried to keep the disgust from his face as he thought of these two awful designs, cos like the saying goes, customers always right.
"Well, I think either one would be…striking, but maybe the flamingos might be a little too much? You already have parrots, after all."
He heard Jon grunt out a laugh to his right, that the boy turned into a cough as his mother shot daggers at him.
"The palm trees could be quite pretty though."
He concluded, drawing Angela's attention back to him.
"I think you are right."
Suddenly there was a honk of a horn.
"Ah good, there they are."
Angela got up and went to grab her purse.
"A few of my friends flew into town for a few days so we are going to lunch to catch up and then take in a matinee. Jon, there is a lovely salad for you to share with Alicia when she comes over. Gerard enjoy your lunch with Frank. Bye you two."
What the fuck just happened? Angela was supposed to be there all day, not flitting off with her friends to the pictures! Gerard started to shake as he slowly turned frightened eyes toward Jon's predatory stare. The front door slammed shut, and he suddenly wished he'd drank that bleach, instead of putting it on his hair.
Jon smirked. Gerard was not starting that mural today or working on the other one. Nope, the older man was going to be busy and...
"Hello? Johnny? Your mom let me in and..."
Fuck! He forgot that Al was coming over today.
"Oh...hi, I'm Alicia, and you are?"
Gerard nearly puked from relief.
"I'm err…Gerard…I live next door."
He stuck out a trembling hand toward the girl who'd just saved his bacon.
"Oh! You are the artist!"
Alicia had always wanted to meet him that way Angela spoke about him.
"You do amazing work! I wanted to tell my parents about it. I was looking to redesign my room and they said i could hire someone. Would you be interested?"
Gerard grinned wide.
"Definitely! That would be fantastic!"
He kinda loved this girl right now.
"What were you thinking of getting painted?"
"Well...no offense, but not this shit that I know is not your taste. Um...I heard that you have a little darkness in your art."
Alicia did not want to tell Gerard that she saw his work from Jon's window. She knew that would be creepy.
"Oh, uh…yes!.. I do! Would you like to come take a look at some?"
"Oh yes please!"
"Now wait a minute Al, Gee...rard is here to work and..."
"Oh stop Johnny, it will only take a minute."
Alicia pulled Gerard out of his seat and started for the front door.
"So you don't like parrots then?"
Gerard giggled slightly as they headed toward his house.
"Do you?"
Gerard flashed her a grin, and slipped his arm through hers.
"Oh I think we're gonna get on really well."
He winked as he let Alicia and himself into his front door.
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Frank was exhausted. All morning long it had been putting out fires left and right. At least this time none of it was Garmin's doing. He collapsed in the computer chair. He could use a fucking nap. So fuck it, he did just that. Seeing Frankie boy asleep at his desk, Garmin decided to start the games. Leaving the office quietly, he pulled his cellphone from his pocket and dialed Jon's number, putting the phone to his ear and listening to it ring. Jon was sitting in his bedroom sulking. He was watching Gerard and Alicia in his studio talking and giggling. His phone rang and he snatched it up.
"Yeah, what the fuck do you want?"
"Calm down Johnny boy.. Who pissed in your cornflakes?"
Garmin chuckled slightly, but didn't give the other boy a chance to reply.
"I'm calling to tell you to keep your boy there at lunchtime. We're busy as fuck here, and Frank just won't have time for a visit."
"Yeah well that won’t be a problem. My fucking girlfriend has him talking about his fucking art right now."
Garmin snickered.
"Bummer, but I'm sure you can find a way to get rid of her. Give her some money to go buy herself something pretty."
"Nope, I invited her for lunch before I knew that my mom was leaving. I could have had Gerard in the house all to myself."
"Tell her you've got to do laundry or something. Say your mums mad at you for…whatever, and she's given you a list of jobs to do."
"You don't know Al, she's not stupid."
Garmin didn't really give a shit, but he needed this idiot onside.
"I don't know man. Perhaps you could just tell her to fuck off? You're getting the girly boy now, why do you need her?"
"Hey hey hey, I'm still straight so I still need my girlfriend for like a wife and kids and shit."
Garmin rolled his eyes even though Jon couldn’t see it.
"If you say so…look, I'm sure you'll think of something, just as long as you keep him there."
He took a sip of the coffee in his hand, it was nearly cold.
"I gotta go. Like I said, we're swamped here. Just keep Gerard away from here. Okay?"
"Yeah yeah yeah."
Garmin hung up, and threw his cold coffee away into the garbage. When he walked back into the office, he saw Frank laying back in his chair, with his head back, and his mouth slightly open. Soft snores drifted through the room. He chuckled and locked the door, then walked over. Frank's arms were crossed over his chest, and his legs were spread slightly. Garmin licked his lips. Tentatively, he reached out and palmed at Frank's crotch. The older man smiled in his sleep, but didn't stir. Garmin grinned and pressed a little harder.
"Mmmm Gee baby."
"Yes Frankie?"
"Please."
"Please what baby?"
Gerard crawled up onto the bed eyeing Frank's cock hungrily. He smiled as he leaned in a licked a stripe up his shaft.
"Oh fuck yes baby."
Garmin got brave as he heard Frank moan, even if it was Gerard's name. Carefully, he unzipped Frank's jeans, and slipped his hand inside.. The man was not wearing any underwear! Garmin felt himself twitch in his pants, as he wrapped his fingers gently around Frank's cock, and began to tease it to life, before lowering his head, and closing his lips around the tip.
Frank watched as Gerard sank his lips down on his cock. He was wearing red lipstick and leaving a trail of the color as he moved up and down the shaft.
"Oh God baby, you look so good on my cock like that."
Garmin slid his mouth further down, taking more in, then back up to twirl his tongue across the slit, licking up the pre-cum. He moved his hand down and started playing with Frank's balls.
"Gee Gee Gee!"
Frank could feel himself getting close.
Garmin took Frank to the back of his throat. Having virtually no gag reflex was something he was weirdly proud of.
"Fuck baby, so close!"
Gerard's head bobbed up and down faster and faster and Frank could feel himself tightening up.
Garmin palmed himself through his pants as he sucked Frank like a lollipop, knowing that the older man was nearly there.
"Oh God baby yes!"
Sucking Frank hard toward his climax, Garmin slipped his left hand into the back of his own pants and fingered his entrance as his right hand jerked quickly at his cock. They were both getting close!
Gerard looked beautiful taking Frank's cock in. He fluttered his eyelashes and looked into Frank's eyes and that was when Frank lost it.
As Frank came into Garmin's experienced mouth, he swallowed every drop and worked on licking him clean. Then as his own orgasm hit like a train, he pulled off and moaned loud, not caring if he woke his blissed out companion.
"Uh..Uh..FRANKIEEEE!"
Head back, eyes closed, knelt on the floor between Frank's spread legs, he came hard, spilling over his hand, and the ground beneath him. As Frank came he heard this strange keening noise. It was loud and annoying and it was causing him to lose focus on Gerard.
"Baby?"
Garmin panted to get his breath, tucking himself back into his pants as he observed that Frank now appeared to be waking up.
"Yes sweetheart?"
He smirked, seeing the frown grow on Frank's face. Frank's whole vision was out of focus. He rubbed his eyes roughly.
"Oh man, my head."
He felt like he was coming back from a hangover.
"What the fuck time is it?"
"About 11:50. Nearly lunchtime Frankie boy."
"Lunch?"
Frank was really out of it. He tried to stand up from the chair, but nearly lost his balance.
"Steady there."
Garmin chuckled, placing a hand against Frank's chest and pushing him back into his seat.
"Don't want the blood to go to your...head…"
He grinned at his own joke.
"What the fuck are you talking about Talbot?"
Frank was getting sick of these fucking riddles of his. Garmin laughed loudly, moving to sit at his own desk, while still eyeing Frank.
"Well, you might want to put your cock away before you go to lunch…that's all I'm saying…”
Frank sobered up real fast after that. He looked down and growled.
"You sick rapist son of a bitch!"
Frank put himself away and then with no warning attacked Garmin. He grabbed him by the shirt hauling him out of the chair and slamming him against the wall hard. He punched him in the face and then in the gut. When Garmin dropped, he kicked him in the nuts.
"I have had it with you! This job is not worth this shit! I fucking quit!"
Frank grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the office. He got on his bike and took off. Garmin groaned from his position on the floor. Well that was unexpected!

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. GeesCLUSLESSgirl here!..

As always my wonderful co has written her notes for this chapter, over on AO3, so go check them out.

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