I'm Getting Better (I Promise)

“Fucking hell!”
“What’s wrong love?”
“I can’t work when it’s raining this hard, it distracts me,”
“Gee, it’s not raining… Did you take your pills this morning?”
“I… no,”
Frank sighed. Him and Gerard had moved into their small house in a remote village roughly a year ago when the stresses of city life and pressures from the publishing company Gerard was working with had caused him to have a nervous breakdown. After some much needed therapy sessions it was decided that in order for Gerard to get back on track he should either keep up seeing a therapist once a week - something Gerard vehemently refused to - or move somewhere to remove the everyday stresses from Gerard’s life so he could focus on his work. With the depressing state of their bank accounts and much persuasion from Gerard they had moved away. There, Frank could manage the record label from home whilst their good friend Ray kept an eye of things in the office and Gerard could write the second installment of his successful graphic novel The Umbrella Academy. In other words, happy ever after.

Or so it seemed for the optimistic Frank in the stages of planning but the reality had been far different. Gerard was… well Gerard was being Gerard and had been lying to Frank about taking his subscribed pills. Something Frank had discovered recently when on a trip to the bathroom he had discovered a couple of said pills bobbing around in the toilet. This discovery had, of course, lead to a heated argument between the couple the result of which was Gerard locking himself in the bathroom whilst a then distressed, worried and panicked Frank had called Gerard’s brother Mikey over to help him kick the door down before Gerard did something stupid and end up in hospital. Or worse, a coffin. He hadn’t tried anything and although Frank really did try not to worry overly about Gerard it was hard not to with the suicide attempts and breakdowns still vivid in his mind. Which, he was sure, would be to his grave.

There was also the problems with the record label. Not major problems but problems that still required Frank to travel into the office to sort things out. Frank was reluctant to leave Gerard alone in the house for obvious reasons but Gerard hated being ‘babysat’ as he called it and Frank knew it wasn’t fair to treat him like a child. Most of the time he got around the problem by organising get togethers and then unfortunately having ‘last minute emergencies’ so Gerard wasn’t alone but didn’t feel like everyone was fussing over him.

“Fucking hell!” Gerard cried from the other room, Frank could just imagine him stressfully pulling his firetruck red hair in a panicked state.
“What’s wrong love?”
“I can’t work when it’s raining this hard, it distracts me,”. Oh shit, not again Frank thought.
“Gee, it’s not raining… Did you take your pills this morning?”
“I… no,”
Frank sighed, standing up from his work at the laptop to make his way into Gerard’s study. Gerard was, as he guessed, pulling his hair angrily when he walked in. It pained Frank to see Gerard hurting so badly, all he wanted was to help him through this dark time. Frank took hold of Gerard’s hands and unknotted them from his red locks, covering them in small kisses as he did so and smirking when he saw the smile on Gerard’s face in the reflection of his laptop screen. He could never get enough of the warm fuzzy feeling in his chest whenever he knew Gerard was happy.
“I love you baby,” Frank whispered in Gerard’s ear. His smile grew even bigger. Gerard twisted his neck around so his breath was tickling Frank’s ear, “I love you more”. Gerard abruptly stood up and roughly pushed Frank against the wall alongside his Morrissey poster. Gerard bit Frank’s neck in a passionate haze and began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it down his shoulders and running his hands all over Frank’s chest and the tattoos he adored. Gerard had just begun to unzip Frank’s trousers when he stealthily ducked under his arm and began to back out the room. His cheeks were flushed red and a goofy grin was plastered on his face “I’ll be back I just need to get something,” Frank promised “I hope to see you in less clothing when I return,”

Frank rushed to the kitchen, a plan forming on how to get Gerard to take his goddamn pills for once. When he returned Gerard was just in his boxers, leaning against the door frame of his study, “I think we should take this into the bedroom Frank,”
“Hmm, you think so?”
“I do,”
The rest was a mess of their bodies entwined as they somehow reversed onto their bed whilst keeping their lips attacking each other in a lusty frenzy. Gerard swallowed awkwardly and leant back “You fucking put my pills in my mouth whilst kissing me you sneaky bastard,”
“Problem?”
Gerard didn’t respond but instead started nibbling at Frank’s ear lobe whilst his hand travelled down to Frank’s hard dick which elicited a moan.
“I think…” Gerard breathed raggedly between kisses “I deserve a fuck for that trick,”
“Oh. Do you?”
“Oh god Frankie just fuck me already,”
“Someone’s an eager beaver,” said Frank as he kicked his jeans and boxers off. His erection sprang free.
“Oh god only you can make that sound sexy as fuck,”
“Ready?” said Frank, teasing Gerard’s asshole with the tip of his dick before thrusting in and making Gerard cry out in pleasure.
“Oh god yes, oh yes Frank. More Frank more,”
Frank sped his thrusts up and the sound of heavy panting filled the room until they both came at the same time, collapsing side by side on the bed.

“Better?” Frank murmured.
“Much,”

Notes

This will probably be the only chapter that's smutty