Waking early Saturday morning, Frank snuggled himself against Gerard's side and sighed contentedly. He was going to fix everything today; he just had to wait till Gerard went out later. Frank worried about how Gerard would react if he knew his plans, but really, there was no need for him to find out, so it should be all good. Glancing toward the little red alarm clock on the bedside cabinet, Frank saw that it was just gone 7:30, and Gerard wasn't due to meet with the rep till 9, so they had time for breakfast. Placing a soft kiss to Gerard's naked chest, he slipped out of his arms, and out of his bed, and then crept off toward the kitchen.

"Pancakes, I think."

Frank giggled to himself, and set about making them both some lovely, fluffy, blueberry pancakes having first, of course, put on a pot of coffee.

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"*groan*" Gerard didn't want to wake up. He willed himself not to, but coffee...goddamn it did that coffee smell good.

"Take another little piece of my heart now, baby,"

Frank sang as he flipped the pancakes.

"Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yea-ah. Hey! Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, yeah. You know you got it if it makes you feel good, yes indeed. All right!"

Frank shook his hips to the music coming from the radio on the windowsill, then spun around, and froze, eyes widening in embarrassed shock as he saw Gerard stood in the doorway, looking somewhat amused.

"Never too early for Janis Joplin is it Frankie."

Gerard walked over and circled his arms around Frank's waist as they swayed to the music. Gerard leaned down and kissed Frank sweetly.

"Good morning Baby Boy. Did you do all this for me?"

Frank grinned, snuggling into Gerard's arms.

"Yeah. Can't have you meeting some stuffed-shirt rep on an empty stomach, now can we?"

Frank pointed to the table in the corner.

"Sit. It's nearly ready."

Gerard went and grabbed his favorite mug and filled it up with coffee before sitting down at the table. He grabbed one of his text books and studied up on a few chapters while he waited for breakfast.

"Hey! No work on the weekend! It's bad enough you have to go meet this guy, don't start reading text books at the breakfast table too!"

Frank admonished, as he brought over two plates, piled high with warm pancakes, drenched in syrup.

"it's not work! It's school!"

Gerard grumbled as Frank took his books away and replaced them with the pancakes.

"I don't just teach the two classes remember."

Frank chewed on his bite thoughtfully.

"How long do you think this meeting's gonna take?"

"Maybe two hours?"

Gerard soaked up and bite with syrup and then ate it with syrup dripping down.

"We will still have the day together, no worries Baby Boy."

Frank smiled and leaned across the table, swiping his thumb through the syrup on Gerard's chin, then sticking it in his own mouth.

"Mmmm. You taste sweet."

He wanted to dive over that table right now and tackle Gerard to the floor, but he restrained himself, as he had important things to do, and ravishing Gerard could wait till later, as much as he hated the thought of waiting.

"But you're right. We'll have the day later."

He smiled sweetly, picking up his coffee and draining the last little bit.

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"All right, I should be back before noon Baby Boy."

Gerard leaned in and kissed Frank goodbye and then he was out the door.Frank took a few deep breaths to centerhimself, then went to get what he needed for his plan.He'd seen an old backpack in Gerard's closet that was perfect, so he fetched that, his keys, wallet and his phone, checking that it was fully charged, then he left, making sure to lock up on his way out.Walking quickly back to campus, he tried to think of what could go wrong, but as far as he could tell, he'd covered all his basses. That didn't stop him feeling nervous though, and by the time he reached Mikey and Pete's dorm room, he was feeling a little sick, and had to take a sip of water, from a bottle in Gerard's bag. Then, he knocked.

”Huh?”

Mikey was sitting at his desk actually doing homework when he heard a knock.

"Who the fuck would be up this early?"

Mikey stood up and stretched. He looked at Pete's empty bed. He was at his parents’ house for some stupid party. Mikey walked over to the door and quickly his sour mood turned better.

"Well...if it isn't Professor Way's Baby Boy, what can I do for you?"

Frank frowned slightly, digging his nails into the palms of his hands and hanging his head toward the floor.

"Can we talk? Can I come in? Please?"

He looked up, and had to hold himself back from smashing this guy’s smug face in.

"Of course, please come in."

Michael gave an over emphasized bow as he swept his arm in an arc. He watched Frank hesitate and look around before he stepped in.

"Don't worry, Pete is not here."

"Ok, good."

Frank murmured, as he moved across the room and placed the backpack on the bedside cabinet, then sat down on the bed. Nervous butterflies the size of pterodactyls flapped around in his stomach..Could he really do this?Michael was surprised that Frank sat on the bed. Michael went and sat back at the desk facing Frank. He could tell the boy was up to something.

"So Frankie, what brings you to my humble abode?"

Frank stared down at his hands as they twisted together in his lap.

"Mikey, look. I came to try and reason with you. To beg you to stop this."

He raised wet eyes to look at the other boy.

"If you tell.. It's his job. Means so much to him… and I..."

He trailed off, heart thudding wildly in his chest. He sniffed noisily.

"I love him."

Love, oh that's rich and Michael is trying not to laugh at Frank's tears. No one is in love. Not his parents who are clearly cheating on each other, but as long as the media does not find out, no one gives a shit. Michael doesn't love Pete, he just loves to fuck him...and anyone else he feels like and right now, his cock is getting hard from the boy in front of him and remembering the sounds that their professor was making when Frank was going down on him. He wondered if he would make the same sounds with his lips wrapped around his cock.

"Awww, that's so sweet, you love him...what's that got to do with me?"

Frank sobbed involuntarily, this guy really was a heartless bastard.

"I… I just.. Please? I'll-I'll do…anything"

"Anything huh?"

Mikey smirked, he couldn't help it. The boy was falling fast and Michael was going to make sure the trip was painful. Wouldn't it be perfect for Way to find out that he fucked his precious Baby Boy. He wondered if Frank found out about Pete getting Way to fuck him yet.Frank looked at Mikey with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could manage, letting his lip tremble pathetically as Mikey walked straight into his little trap.

"What do you…want?"

He slumped his shoulders, as if in defeat.

" I wanna see if all those noises that Professor Way was making when you sucked him off were real or not."

Michael rubbed his inner thigh just in case Frank was still clueless.Frank's eyes widened, his hands shaking slightly.

"And if I…then you'll stop blackmailing us? For real?"

"I will give it some thought..."

Of course Michael was never going to stop. Having Frank as a plaything was just too enticing. He would give the boy the bad news on Monday though. Let him think that he had hope till then.

"Now, down on your knees and let's see if your skills are truly worthy."

Frank wondered if there was another way, if he could back out before things went too far, but he knew that was just wishful thinking.

Swallowing deeply, Frank slid off the edge of the bed, to kneel in front of the other boy. He looked up at Mikey with sad eyes, hoping against hope that there was some semblance of a human being in there. Fat chance.Michael crossed his arms and looked down at Frank. He watched as he went for the opening in his pajama pants and carefully pulled his cock out. He shuddered a little as he took it in his fist and then placed his mouth over the head. Michael held back the urge to grab him by the hair and fuck his mouth. He wanted to see what the boys could do on his own.Mikey's cock wasn't as big as Gerard's, so Frank found it easy to take the whole thing. He did all the things that he'd do to make Gee squirm and moan, and tried to forget that the boy looking down at him right now was actually a dirty, manipulative asshole. He fisted the base of Mikey's cock as he ran his tongue up the underside, then dug into the slit, trying not to gag on the pre-cum.

"Oh fuck."

He was good. Way was not performing at all. Now that he got a taste of his mouth, Michael knew he wanted more. He grabbed Frank's hair and pulled him off.

"Strip and get on the bed. I wanna fuck you."

Oh shit. This was going further than Frank had hoped it would. He'd thought a blow job would be enough, apparently not. Trembling slightly, Frank pulled off his hoodie, and slowly unbuttoned his fly. He could do this. He had to…for Gerard.Michael watched as Frank stripped and then climbed on the bed keeping his body hunched in. He was clearly embarrassed, but Michael would have none of it.

"On your stomach, and put your ass in the air."

Frank shook with nerves, but did as he was told, burying his face in the pillows to hide his red cheeks and teary eyes. ‘It's for Gerard, it's for Gerard, it's for Gerard’ he chanted in his head, as he felt the mattress dip on his left.

"You have a perfect ass, you know that? It's even better than Pete's but we won’t tell him that. Let's keep this between us."

Michael caressed and touched Frank's ass enjoying the shivers he is causing to ripple through his body. He goes for the lube that is on the window sill and slicks his fingers up. He presses two in at the same time and finds that it is pretty easy.

"Awww, did you get fucked this morning Baby Boy? You're still kind of open and slick."

Michael shoved three fingers inside and moved around looking for that bundle of nerves. He did not care that it felt good, he just wanted to hear the boy scream.Frank bit down on the pillow, trying not to let Mikey hear that he was crying. He had to hold it together; he couldn't let this jerk break him. Suddenly Mikey's fingers found his prostate, and Frank couldn't hold his breathy gasp inside.

"Oh fuck!Right there."

He couldn't deny it, the boy knew how to use his fingers.Michael smirked. That is what he wanted to hear. He worked his fingers over it again pulling more noises out of the writhing boy and then he pulled his fingers out and put the condom on along with slicking up his cock.

"Baby Boy, I am going to make you forget all about your precious Professor."

Michael lined himself up and pushed in with one movement.Frank cried out, screwing his eyes shut and gripping the pillow tight with both hands, his back arching and tears sliding down his red face.’ It’s for Gerard, it's for Gerard, it's for Gerard.’ But there was only so much that could do to block it all out.This had better fuckin' work.

Michael gripped Frank's hips tightly. He wanted to make sure to leave a mark. He wanted Way to see them and wonder where they came from. Wonder who had his Baby Boy.Right now he was determined to make Frank moan and beg to let him cum. He angled around till he had his prostate again and then he made sure to hit it every time.

Frank tried his hardest to stay quiet, just let him fuck, then get out of there, but that wasn't really working for him, as Mikey had found his spot again, and was driving into it over and over again.Frank writhed and arched and couldn't help but moan, as he began to feel that familiar tightening, deep inside.Michael grasped the cock ring that he used on Pete off the sill and slipped it onto Frank.

"You don’t get to cum unless I think you deserve it. I know I am an amazing fuck and before we are done you will be begging me."

Frank let his tears fall now, he was so close, but denied.

"Please? Michaelplease?"

"Uh uhuh, I need to hear you beg more Frankie. Want you to really feel you need it oh and call me Mikey, all my best fuckboys do and you are definitely at the top of the list right now."

Michael grabbed Frank's hair and pulled him up so that he was backwards in his lap.

"Kiss me."

Frank shuddered with revulsion, but turned his head and pressed his lips to the other boy's, while keeping his eyes tight shut, and fighting the urge to throw up in Mikey's face.Mikey fucked up into Frank hard and fast and slipped the ring off. He jerked Frank with a tight fist as he felt his orgasm approaching.

"Oh fuck fuck, fuck yes!"

Michael stuttered as he pushed hard into Frank filling the condom, wishing that it was not there.Frank screamed out as he came a moment later, striping his chest and Mikey's hand with sticky white cum.

"OhHolyFuck!"

He thrust uncontrollably into Mikey's fist as he rode out his orgasm, then collapsed forward, falling off of Mikey's lap and onto the bed.

"Oh shit. Fuck"

His whole body trembling as if he was cold.

"Well thanks for the compliment, you're not too bad yourself."

Mikey stripped the condom off and then flopped down on the bed near the wall. He fished for his cigarette and cracked the window lighting one up. He offered the pack to Frank. Everyone needed a smoke after great sex.Frank shook his head. He didn't want ANYTHING from this douche.

"No"

He fought to get his breath back as he grabbed his jeans and pulled them back on, stuffing his boxers into his pocket.

"Are we done here? Are you gonna keep your mouth shut?"

He struggled into his hoodie as he waited for an answer.Mikey took a drag of the cigarette.

"I'll think about it and let you know on Monday."

The smirk on Michael’s face told it all.Frank squeezed his eyes shut and sighed deeply. He toed into his shoes and picked up his bag.Then he quickly left the room, without even saying goodbye.Heading back toward Gerard's apartment, Frank prayed that this would work. He knew that the camera would've caught everything, as long as he'd set it up right, but he needed to be sure. When he let himself back into the front door, he quickly pulled the camera from its place in the little mesh pocket on the side of the bag and sat himself down on the sofa. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he saw that he probably had a little over half an hour before Gerard would return. Enough time to scan through the film he'd just recorded, and have a shower too, cos he didn't want to smell of sex when Gee got home. Frank skimmed through the video, trying not to puke at the sight, until he was sure that it had recorded at least enough to use against Mikey, come Monday morning. Smirking at the thought of playing those bastards at their own game, Frank copied the mini-movie onto his iPod, then turned off the camera, and tucked them both into his school bag, ready for Monday, then he went to start the shower. If he was lucky, he might still be in there when Gee gets back home.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. How you doing?..

So we're getting near the end now.. Do you think Frankie's plan will work?..

Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
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