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Money For Ropes!

11

Frank found himself watching Gerard more than the movie, but then again, he had seen it 3 times before. Gerard had this happy dorky smile on his face as he sat leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his eyes trained on the tv screen...Frank thought it was adorable. Gerard was so focused that he didn’t even notice when Frank got up and disappeared into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a coffee for himself and a hot chocolate for the younger boy.


"Don’t let it get cold."


He said, after he’d been back for 4 minutes and Gerard still hadn’t even glanced at the mug on the coffee table next to him.


"Don’t let...what?"


Gerard looked at Frank with confusion. Frank held up his own half finished drink and pointed to Gerard’s still full one.


"I said don’t let it get cold."


Gerard looked from Frank’s cup to his own and blinked.


"Where’d that come from?"


Frank laughed, this boy was precious.


"From the kitchen, silly. Drink up."


Gerard giggled and picked up his drink, taking a sip and finding that it was just the right temperature.


"Mmm...it’s good. Thank you Frank."


"No problem kitten."


Ever since the boy had appeared in that shirt, that was the only name Frank could think to call him...it didn’t hurt that Gerard blushed every time he said it. Gerard sipped at his chocolate with his eyes glued back on the screen, he didn’t want to miss a moment.


*


When Thor finished, Gerard turned wide eyes and a bright smile toward Frank.


"I like that one, Thor's cute."


Frank raised an eyebrow.


"Cute?...not exactly the word I’d use."


Gerard tilted his head.


"No?...what would you call him then?"


Frank smirked.


"Fuckable..."


He saw Gerard’s cheeks turn red as he stood up and retrieved the dvd from the player.


"You ready for the next one?..."


He asked as if his last comment had had no effect at all. Gerard swallowed and nodded, he wasn’t sure he could speak words right now. Frank grinned and headed into the dvd room, reappearing a minute later with Avengers Assemble in his hand.


"I think you’re gonna really enjoy this one."


He took the dvd out of its case and bent down to put it in the player, giving Gerard a perfect view of his ass as he did so. Gerard could feel his cock twitching to life again...damn his high teenage sex drive. Frank returned to the couch, sitting about half way along it now...much closer to Gerard, who was currently thinking of every horrible thing his mom ever said to him in order to keep from getting another hard-on...it wasn’t entirely working though.

Frank pressed play on the remote, and the movie began.


*


After Avengers Assemble came Iron Man 3, then Thor: The Dark World...when that came to an end Gerard sighed and turned to Frank.


"Frank..."


The older man looked over with a raised eyebrow, paused halfway to getting up off the couch.


"I’m loving these movies, but would it be ok if we took a break?...like an hour or so?"


Frank sat back down, smiling at the beautiful red head.


"Sure kitten...you hungry?...I could make lunch."


"Um...actually yes I am..."


Gerard giggled as his stomach growled. Frank grinned.


"I also want to get a final design drawn up for you."


"Hey, I said you’re watching all the movies first."


"Before I start painting, yeah. You never said I couldn’t draw."


Frank chuckled, the boy had him there.


"Ok, fair enough. So why don’t we both go in the kitchen. I’ll make us lunch, and you draw...deal?"


Gerard smiled happily, nodding his agreement. Frank got up and offered his hand, Gerard hesitated for a moment...then took it and was pulled up onto his feet, stumbling slightly and bumping into Frank’s chest, pink colouring his cheeks as he looked up into the older man’s eyes.


"Sorry."


He murmured, still stood way too close, their chests touching. Frank shook his head, reaching up the hand that wasn’t still holding Gerard’s to brush the boy’s hair from his face and tuck it behind his ear.


"No worries, you’re light as a feather...I think I need to feed you more."


Gerard giggled self consciously, looking away as his cheeks now turned red.


"I’m not that light."


Frank didn’t agree, but he didn’t want to start an argument.


"Shall we?..."


Keeping hold of Gerard’s hand, he turned and headed toward the kitchen, pulling the boy behind him.


"Now, what would you like for lunch?..."


He asked, guiding Gerard to the breakfast bar so he could draw, then heading toward the pantry.


"I could make Chicken Alfredo, or Lasagne...or Mac and Cheese?..."


He stuck his head out of the pantry door with a bag of flour in his hand.


"You like pasta, right?"


Gerard smiled and nodded from his tall seat at the bar.


"Of course...who doesn’t?"


Truth was, when he was growing up, Gerard had hated pasta. It wasn’t until his family lost their money and he left home, ending up on friends' couches and then the street, that he discovered how filling pasta was, and that when you’re practically starving, a good bowl of the stuff could fill you up for a day. Over the last couple of years, he’d developed an appreciation for it...if not necessarily a liking.


Frank grinned and disappeared back into the pantry to fetch more ingredients, mumbling about how he was going to make everything from scratch like his Nona used to. Gerard chuckled quietly and got on with tweaking his drawing...he was close, but something just didn’t feel right yet.


*


"...so that was when I knew I couldn’t work there..."


Frank laughed, shaking his head as he took another bite of his food. Gerard blinked, looking up in confusion...when did Frank finish cooking and sit down? He looked to his side and saw his own plate of food, untouched.


"You should eat before it gets cold."


Gerard swallowed, turning wide eyes back up to meet Frank’s.


"Um yeah..."


Gerard giggled.


"I guess I was lost in my work."


He looked down at his drawing and realised that he’d finished it...without even noticing. Time flies. He moved his sketch pad to the side and pulled his food toward him...it smelled delicious. Frank watched as the boy twirled angel hair pasta around his fork, then stabbed a piece of red pepper before bringing it up to his mouth and slipping it between those perfect pink lips. He felt his dick twitch at the thought of slipping something else between those lips, but he kept his cool and smiled as the boy let out an unintentional soft moan.


"Nice?"


Gerard giggled slightly as he chewed, then swallowed.


"Yeah, it’s really good. You’re a good cook."


"Thanks..."


Frank laughed.


"...but if you’d been listening when I was waffling on before, you’d know why I could never do that as a job."


Gerard blushed red, looking down.


"I’m sorry."


He said quietly. Frank instantly knew he’d upset the boy.


"No no, no apologies...remember? You were busy doing what you love, and most of what I was talking about was complete nonsense...you have nothing to apologise for..."


He reached over to tip Gerard’s chin up with one finger so that he could look in the boy’s eyes.


"Nothing...you hear me?"


Gerard swallowed, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.


"Y-yes sir."


Frank’s cock twitched heavily at that, and he had to withdraw his hand from the boy’s chin for fear that he would do something inappropriate.


"Uh...eat up. I need to go make a call. I’ll be back in a bit."


Then he stood from his chair and left the room without a backward glance. Gerard stared at the door in confusion...had he said or done something wrong? He looked at Frank’s plate and found more than half his meal was still there. He frowned, sniffing slightly...he’d only been here a short time, and already he’d messed up. He really hoped that Frank wasn’t having second thoughts about inviting him into his home.


*


Frank barely made it into his room and shut the door before he had his flies open and his hand wrapped around his hard and aching cock. He bit his lip to stay quiet as he fisted his cock quickly, pre-cum aiding the slide as thoughts of the red haired beautiful boy in his kitchen filled his mind. He wanted the boy so badly...down on his knees with those luscious lips stretched around his big thick cock...or on all fours on the bed, naked except for the white stockings he’d worn when he filmed himself. Frank pictured himself moving up behind him, leaning in to lick at the boy’s tight little hole...and the noises he’d make...and then...bam! Frank was cumming hard over his hand and the floor beneath him. Panting heavily, he stroked himself through his aftershocks, then stripped off to go take a quick shower. He couldn’t exactly go back downstairs smelling of sweat and cum, now could he?


*


Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?

So I’m still here and still writing...YEY!!

Bit of a filler chapter, but I hope you liked it.

Until next time, peace out babies!
xxx

Comments

@Frankie Boy.
Currently updating this only on AO3, as this site seems broken. Glad you like this fic, hope you come over to AO3 to continue reading it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13982436/chapters/32193156

I just found this story and I'm so very much in love with it! I really enjoy how you portray all of them, it makes me swoon. I hope to see an update soon! Keep up the good work. :))

Frankie Boy. Frankie Boy.
12/24/19

@IdiotFrerardShipper
Yeah, me too. Don’t worry, I’m determined to finish it.

xxx

AAAAAAAAAA im so happy that you're updating this story again!!!!!

@xoxocass
I’ll try. Glad you like it.

xxx