Barbed Wire Love

Frank woke up, feeling warm and comfortable. He was only semi-aware had his arms locked around something, his body fully pressed against it and the most painfully hard morning wood he's possibly ever had.

He groaned and shifted forward a little, causing the slightest of friction between himself and the thing he had a grip on.

It must've taken him nearly five minutes to figure out what he was spooning. After coming to the realisation that it was obviously Gerard, he almost recoiled. He tried to move away, but he couldn't help how fucking comfortable it felt.

Oh god, what if Gerard was already awake? How would he even react to the position right now? To Frank's problem being pushed against his ass?

Frank, as slowly as he could, unstuck his arms from Gerard's waist and slithered over to the far side of the bed. This was so embarrassing. The first time he sleeps in the same bed as someone, he practically assults them and they give him a boner. Not to mention this is Gerard. He's still a teenager, but he doubts he could pass it off as random.

He climbed out of bed and started towards the bathroom backwards, not turning his back on Gerard. He fumbled blindly for the bathroom door handle and pushed it open, spinning quickly around and closing it. He looked down and sighed with relief as he found a small bolt to lock it.

He leaned against the far wall for support, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. Hesitantly, he grabbed a handful of the front of his shirt and brought it to his face. God, he even smelt of Gerard.

This was bad. He needed to be rid of any Gerard-smell, and quickly. Not that Gerard smelled bad, per se... on the contrary, he smelt pretty interesting. Like cigarettes, coupled with a kind of sweet-

Frank shook his head to remove those dangerous thoughts, yanking the shirt over his head and stripping off the pants. Taking one last glance at the door and down to the bolt, he stepped into the shower.

He tilted his head towards the stream of hot water, sighing happily. It'd been his first shower since the kidnap, and in honesty he was starting to smell a bit. He picked up Gerard's shower gel and squinted at the label through the steam. It may not have been Frank's usual lime infusion, but it'll do. He was still painfully aware of his leaking cock beneath him, begging to be touched. Frank had heard of stuff like this, people having fetishes for murderers, or some falling desperately in love with their captures. Frank reluctantly reached down to deal with it, trying to assure himself it wasn't because of Gerard.

Once out of the shower Frank wrapped a towel around his waist and looked to the ground, where Gerard's borrowed clothes lay. Tightening the towel around him, he made his way back into the bedroom.

The bed was empty, and Frank's cleaned clothes lay on it. Frank looked around the bedroom, a uncontrollable smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

*

"Hey Frankie, I made breakfast" Gerard called casually over his shoulder, without looking around as he heard Frank behind him. Frank bit his lip and tugged at the sleeves of his hoodie, and familiar habit he had grown accustomed to at home. He mumbled a good morning and slid into one of the breakfast bar chairs.

Gerard turned around from the stove with a full cooked breakfast. "Here you go. Veggie option sausages. I wasn't sure if you were vegan, but I fried some eggs too..."

Frank looked down at the food. What was Gerard even playing at? Frank never got cooked breakfasts like these at home, and he certainly wasn't expecting things like these when he arrived here.

Gerard frowned. "You not want it?"

"I- I do. Thank you. This is... This is great, actually. Really considerate of you"

"Considerate?" Gerard repeated, sitting down beside him and tucking into his own.

"Yeah. I mean, who treats their hostages like this?" He blurted out without thinking.

Gerard's eyes narrowed slightly. "I do. I'll treat you however I want, Frank. I don't feel that I have to follow some rule"

Frank gulped and looked back down. He felt a hand under his chin, forcing him to look up.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Right now I've decided on easy. Just count yourself lucky you're not with my brother, or Toro for that matter" he chuckled rather darkly and released Frank, smirking over at him.

"Listen, I want you to be able to trust me, Frank" he gestured over to the plate of food. "Eat up then, while it's still hot"

The rest of breakfast was quiet, the only noises were coming from the cutlery scraping the plates. 'I want you to be able to trust me, Frank' was still floating around in Frank's head. Of course he couldn't fucking trust Gerard, in what universe could be even consider trusting him? The question was getting Gerard to trust him.

Frank finished off the rest of his breakfast and quietly set down his knife and fork, wondering if he had to be excused. "Uhm, thanks again for breakfast"

"No problem. I haven't cooked for someone other than myself in a while" Gerard stated vaguely, observing his knife with interest.

Unsure how to respond, Frank nodded and slowly got up from the chair, carrying his plate to the sink.

"Just chuck them in the dish washer. Don't worry about doing them by hand" Gerard finally looked up. "You can go if you want now, but I want a kiss. I did make you breakfast, after all"

Frank's breathing hitched. There was a hint of humour in Gerard's tone, but Frank knew better than to take it as a joke.

He looked up to meet Gerard's eyes, which were completely unreadable. It's just something he's gotta do if he wants Gerard to trust him, right? After all, it's just a kiss.

Gerard raised an eyebrow, but didn't protest as Frank crossed the room and hesitantly placed a hand on Gerard's knee and he leaned up to kiss him. Gerard made a contented little noise and leaned into the kiss, obviously more experienced than Frank, who stood rather awkwardly with one hand still on Gerard's knee and his lips moving cautiously.

Gerard swiped his tongue over Frank's bottom lip, asking for access. He didn't seem to pick up on the silent request, so Gerard grabbed a handful of his hair and rammed his tongue into Frank's mouth. Frank let out a little squeak, but decided against pulling away, as it probably wouldn't help his chances of getting Gerard to trust him.

They finally pulled away, panting slightly. Gerard observed Frank closely; his lips were shiny with saliva, his hair was an absolute mess and his eyes were wide, whether it was excitement or he was just goddamn scared.

"You're gorgeous Frank" Gerard said with a soft, fond tone, reaching up and gently twisting a lock of Frank's hair that curled out at the ends.

"T-thanks. You too" Frank said lamely. He was a little taken aback in honesty, he couldn't recall ever being described as gorgeous before.

"Uh huh" Gerard snorted and gave him a little shove, humour etched into his face. "Go on, you're free to go. Go do whatever you want"

Frank smiled and gave Gerard's leg a little squeeze before turning and leaving the kitchen. Maybe getting Gerard to trust him won't be mission impossible.

Notes

Apologies it's taken a bit longer to update, I've been on holiday with no wifi whatsoever. I had to go to a cafe and scrounge off theirs for a couple of hours.
-killjoybyname