Money For Ropes!

When Frank had finished...preparing for the day, he left his bedroom and headed downstairs. He had an idea to take Gerard breakfast in bed, but when he entered the kitchen the younger boy was already there, sat on one of the high bar stools with a glass of milk and his sketch pad. He didn’t hear as Frank approached.

"Good morning Gee."

Gerard squeaked in surprise, turning wide eyes to the older man.

"Oh err, hi..."

Gerard said, a blush colouring his cheeks.

"I didn’t hear you come in."

Frank smiled warmly at the boy.

"That’s ok. I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed...but you’ve spoiled my plans."

Gerard giggled slightly.

"Sorry, I don’t really eat breakfast...not usually anyway. It was a nice thought though...thank you."

Frank shrugged, moving to start the expensive coffee maker Bob bought him for Christmas last year.

"No worries, you should eat though..."

He got a cup down from the cupboard, then went to the pantry for bread.

"So, what’re you drawing?"

Gerard looked down at his pad.

"Just ideas for your bedroom mural. You wanna see?"

Frank smiled wide as he turned from putting 4 slices of bread in the toaster.

"Of course."

He walked over to stand close to Gerard's side, placing one hand on the boy's lower back. Gerard stiffened slightly, sucking in a quiet breath at the contact...then relaxed and turned the pages of his sketch pad back to the first idea he’d tried.

"Ok, so these are just rough ideas. Tell me if anything catches your eye."

Frank nodded, leaning in closer to study the first page. His eyes widened.

"This is really good Gee. I love the way you’ve got the light streaming through the leaves..."

He looked closer.

"Is that a butterfly?"

Gerard nodded.

"Yeah, I thought a little wildlife would be interesting...only if you want though..."

He turned the page to the next picture.

"I tried something a little different here. What do you think?"

"Hmmm..."

Frank hummed, his thumb stroking unconsciously on Gerard’s back.

"I like the change of light source, but I’m not too sure about the flowers. Could you make them smaller...like cherry blossoms?"

Gerard nodded, very aware of Frank’s hand, and the thumb that was stroking his bare skin where his top had ridden up slightly.

"Uh, yeah...I could do that..."

He swallowed...it was too early in the day to deal with unwanted and embarrassing boners...like the one he was starting to get right now. The toaster pinged as the toast popped up. Frank smiled and left Gerard’s side, moving over to grab butter from the fridge. Gerard could still feel the ghost of the older man's hand, warm against his cool skin...he kinda liked it, although it made him nervous.

"Frank?..."

Frank stopped buttering to raise his eyebrows at the boy and hum for him to continue. Gerard smiled softly.

"Thanks for last night. I’m sorry for being such a wuss."

Frank chuckled.

"No need to apologise sugar, we’re all scared of something..."

Gerard felt his face heat up at the nickname...he looked down, hiding in his hair. Frank noticed the blush, but didn’t comment. He smirked as he turned to finish buttering the toast, then put all 4 slices on a plate and went to join Gerard at the breakfast bar.

"Here..."

He said as he sat down, putting the plate between them.

"Have some."

Gerard looked up at Frank, then turned his eyes to the plate. Hadn’t he said that he didn’t eat breakfast?...oh well, one slice wouldn’t hurt, and it would be rude not to.

"Thanks."

He said quietly, picking up a slice and taking a small bite. It was good. Nice thick bread, perfectly toasted and the right amount of butter...he could get used to this. Frank smiled, taking his own slice and biting off a corner. They sat in a comfortable silence as they ate, and Gerard fiddled with one of his sketches, Frank watching him surreptitiously over his toast and coffee.

*

After breakfast, Gerard picked up his sketch pad and pencils, then headed up to his room to get dressed...and sort out his little problem. He hoped Frank hadn’t noticed...he had.

Entering his bedroom, Gerard closed and locked the door, then stripped off his night clothes and walked into his en-suite bathroom. Turning on the shower, and marvelling at how good the water pressure was compared to his old apartment, Gerard grabbed his toothbrush and paste, then set about brushing the remains of his breakfast out from between his teeth. Once that was done, he turned and stepped into the perfectly warm water. He moaned quietly at the feeling of it against his pale skin, and just stood for a minute or two, letting the water thrum down on him like rain.

He let his mind wander to last night, to Frank holding him close, to Frank’s bare chest...covered in tattoos. He felt his cock twitch at the memory...he wished he could’ve studied them more, instead of being a total spazz because of the storm. His hands wandered aimlessly over his wet skin, skimming his ribs and brushing lightly over his nipples, sending a tremor through his body. He wondered if Frank had more tattoos, ones he hadn’t seen last night. He had a sudden and unbidden vision of Frank stood naked before him as he ran his hands and mouth over the older man's heavily inked skin.

That was it. Gerard’s right hand moved down to wrap loose fingers around his hard dick, while he brought the other hand up to his lips and slid two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them and covering them with saliva before lowering his hand and moving it round behind him to play with his opening. Biting his lip to stifle a moan, he pushed both fingers in at once as he played with the head of his dick with the other hand.

He crooked his fingers inside himself, a low whine escaping his parted lips as he brushed his prostate. He tipped his head back, letting the water cascade down his throat and chest.

"F-Fra..."

He stuttered out a low moan as he rubbed his fingertips against his sweet spot. He hadn’t meant to say Frank’s name while he fingered himself and jerked off...but it happened anyway. He hoped the sound of the water was enough to drown out his own more embarrassing sounds.

"Oh God..."

He was getting close already as he sped up the hand on his cock, pre-cum leaking to aid the slide.

"Yes...yes uh, oh God..."

He fingered himself roughly in time with his strokes, hips thrusting uncontrollably. His legs were shaking beneath him and he knew he couldn’t stand for much longer...not that he’d have to. Pushing in a third finger to press hard against his prostate, Gerard came.

"Yessss."

His knees gave out and he fell, wet and sated to the shower floor. He pulled his fingers out of himself and released his softening cock...he’d needed that, and it might be enough to see him through the next few hours of sitting on the couch watching movies with Frank...maybe.

*

After washing himself thoroughly...and shaving everything that needed shaving...Gerard turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a big white fluffy towel and wrapping it round his body. He walked back into his bedroom and over to his laptop, turning it on and beginning to dry himself off as it slowly started up. By the time the ancient machine was up and running, Gerard’s body was dry and he was in the middle of towelling his hair dry too. He reached over and moved the cursor to his e-mail box, then clicked on it. He had 6 new e-mails...3 were adverts for sex toy websites, 1 was from Cum As You Are, informing him about some meet and greet type thing the site was holding so the viewers could meet the cam-whores...he deleted that one straight away without a second thought, 1 was from his old college, asking if he had any interest in returning...which he didn’t, and the last one was from his mother.

Gerard swallowed heavily at seeing her e-mail address on his screen. It had been nearly 6 months since she’d last contacted him, and over a year since they’d spoken...she never could get over the fact that he was gay, it had driven a massive wedge between them from the moment he came out. Trembling slightly, he clicked on the message.

From DonnaW101@gmail.com 3 October2018

To GWayGay@gmail.com

Gerard, I think it best if you don’t come to us for Thanksgiving or Christmas this year. Also, please change your e-mail address, it is embarrassing.

Gerard sniffed, she couldn’t even be bothered to be polite these days. He had a good mind to get very drunk, then turn up to her annual Christmas party in a mini skirt and fishnet stockings...that would teach her. Deciding that he didn’t have the energy to reply, he deleted her message, then turned off the laptop.

Sighing heavily, he finished towelling his hair then grabbed his deodorant. Strictly speaking it was a girl's one, but he liked the fresh scent, and no one ever said Gerard was a manly man. He sprayed himself liberally, then went to the drawer he’d put his everyday underwear in and chose a pretty, light blue lace pair of panties. He slid them up his slim hair free legs and up over his bum, adjusting his cock to sit comfortably in the delicate lace cradle. He then grabbed a long sleeved black top...also ladies...with a Hello Kitty design on the front, and his most comfortable pair of black skinny jeans. He pulled on his outfit, then grabbed his phone, sketchpad and pencils, and left his room, heading back downstairs.

When he reached the ground floor, he found Frank sat on the couch waiting for him, with his phone in his hand and the title screen of the next movie they were due to watch, frozen on the tv. Frank looked up at him and grinned.

"Hi kitten, ready for Thor?...I think you’re gonna like it."

Gerard swallowed and moved to sit at the other end of the couch, nodding his agreement. Frank frowned slightly, but didn’t comment on where the boy chose to sit...he could always move along during the movie after all. Gerard tucked his knees up under him and placed his phone and pad on the table to his right...he could draw more later, he had a feeling that today was going to be very loooong day indeed.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?

I said I’d try to post soon...hope you liked it.

Until next time...peace out babies!

xxx