Frank P.O.V.

I glance from the single customer browsing in the prog-rock corner back to the clock. 5:21. Come on, only a few minutes until closing. Drumming the counter impatiently, I toy with the magazine in front of me, not really concentrating on it. The afternoon had been so quiet, I'd let Brendon go home early, but now I wish he was here just so his inane babbling could pass the time more quickly. I wonder what Gee is doing now. Mmm Gee...

My daydreaming is broken by the bell jingling over the door as my daughter comes in. "Hey Dad," she smiles.

"Hello Molly-pop!" I bounce from behind the counter to give her a hug, both of us squeezing the other tight though she mumbles "I told you not to call me that."

"I'd be failing as a father if I didn't give you embarrassing nicknames," I tell her firmly, lips twitching in a grin. "How's your day, darling? You had that session with your music teacher today, didn't you?"

"I did, yeah, it went pretty well, he was mainly just seeing what stage I was already at, not really doing anything new."

There's a dour muttering from behind us, the prog-rocker wanting to pay, and I serve him with a deliberately infuriating grin before practically shooing him out the door and switching the sign to say Closed. I do a little punching-the-air dance before running back to the till, wanting to cash up as quickly as possible so we could both go home.

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We're crossing the road when a familiar voice shouts Molly's name and a puff of wildly curly hair springs out in front of us. "Hey Ray," we both greet him with a grin.

"Hey Moll, hi Mr Iero."

Molly asks if Ray can come home to hang out for a few hours and we all head off together, the two of them chattering eagerly. Ray's a nice dude and a great friend to my daughter and I really appreciate his support for her and his ability to bring her out of her shell a bit.

When we get back to our apartment they virtually scamper straight off to her room, loud Evanescence blasting out within minutes.

I go to the kitchen to find Gerard washing dishes, creeping up to kiss his neck quickly and giggle in to his shoulder. After murmured greetings and slightly-soapy cuddles I help him finish off before we both get started on dinner, Gee chattering away happily about his latest art piece and an exhibition he'd been invited to host. I'm really excited at that, any chance for the world to see how talented my Gerard is!

Finally Molly and Ray emerge from her room and he leaves while we settle down for dinner and then snuggle on the sofa together. Molly goes off to bed fairly early, giving us each a kiss goodnight, but Gee and I stay curled up for a bit longer, holding hands and chuckling at Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

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"I think I'm gonna go for a shower now," Gerard announces when it's over, squirming out of my tight embrace to stand up. He bends back down to whisper in my ear "Care to join me, Mr Iero?" That has me jumping up eagerly to follow his sassily swaying hips down the corridor and through our bedroom to our little en suite bathroom. At least we can keep lube in this one without worrying about Molly finding it. Gee starts up the hot water, both of us tugging off our clothes and hopping in the shower, me giving his ass a quick smack as it flashes in front of me. Soon my husband and I are soaking wet and making out hotly, pressed against the shower wall. I explore his mouth with my tongue, relishing his little moans against my lips as our hard-ons slide against each other.

Gee nibbles on my bottom lip as his pale hands stroke up and down my body before spinning us around so he's the one now pinning me. He gives me one of his beautifully wicked grins as his lips attach to the scorpion tattoo on my neck, grinding his cock against my own, the friction driving me more than a little wild. I growl in a mix of lust and frustration as Gerard smirks and drops to his knees. His tongue darts out to lap up my leaking precum, wiggling up the shaft and then in slow circles around the head. He teases me cheekily, flicking his sinful tongue over the highly-sensitive vein on my cock's underside in a way that almost makes my knees buckle.

"Urgh, Gerard, just suck me already," I moan, as he wraps a hand around and starts to stroke me excruciatingly slowly.

"What was that, Frankie?" he asks, faux-innocently, letting my cock just brush against his lips.

"Please, Gee, please! Just suck me!"

"Well as you asked so nicely..." Then he's slurping down my whole length, sucking me tightly until my cock-tip hits the back of his throat. He swallows around me, looking up with wide eyes and it takes a lot of effort not to come right then.

Gee starts to bob his head up and down and I move a hand to grab his hair, thrusting in to his mouth. Both our actions get more sloppy as I start to grunt and groan in pleasure, fucking Gee's mouth roughly while he strokes himself, his little moans and whimpers sending delicious vibrations throughout my whole body. A few thrusts later and I'm coming down his throat. He pulls of with a wet gasp, my cum dribbling down his chin, and the sight of my gorgeous red-headed husband looking so wild and slutty, still palming himself beneath me, almost makes me rock-hard again.

Growling "Your turn," I tug him up, swatting his hand away from his cock and replacing it with my own as I back him against the wall. I get straight to it, wrapping my lips around his swollen pink cock, sucking and stroking hard and fast, causing Gee to whine and wriggle. Stopping momentarily to suck three fingers and thoroughly coat them in saliva, I reattach my mouth to Gerard's dick while nudging a slicked finger against his tight pink hole. Sliding it around and then in to him, he gasps and clenches, leaving my finger encircled with tight heat. Edging my finger in and out, I quickly add the other two, still stuffing as much of his cock down my throat as will fit. I curl my fingers upwards in search of his prostate, Gerard giving a small scream as I nudge and then start slamming in to it. It doesn't take much of my rough sucking and fingering before he comes too, loud and messy. As he staggers down from his high I stand up to seize his mouth in the largest, sloppiest kiss I can, letting him taste his own cum still caught on my lips.

"Maybe if we actually shower now?" Gee giggles as I release him, reaching for the bubbles. We lather each other up slowly and tenderly, both stroking the other's body carefully, kissing whenever our faces get close. We rinse and towel off, then cuddle up together in bed, Gee tucking his head under my arm so I can card his brightly-coloured hair through my tattooed fingers. He hums sweetly to us both as we fall asleep, a soothing lullaby accompanied by his peaceful-heartbeat.

Notes

I should clearly never make semi-promises as to when I'll next update, it must just curse me. I've been very busy all last week and will very likely be just as busy this week, but I'll try and write the next chapter or so when I can :) for now, enjoy the over-graphic gay smut.