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12

When Frank returned to the kitchen, Gerard wasn’t there. Gerard’s plate was washed up and left to dry on the draining board, and Frank noticed his own plate in the oven, set on a low heat to keep his food warm. Frank smiled, that boy was so sweet. Thinking of Gerard...where was he?

Frank left his food where it was and headed to the lounge, again, no sign...not even the boy's drawing things. Frank frowned.


"Gerard?..."


He called out into the quiet house, but received no reply.


"Gerard?..."


He called louder as he went on the hunt, but after ten minutes of searching the ground floor, he still couldn’t find the boy.


"Gee, where are you?..."


He said quietly, worry taking hold that he’d upset the red head somehow. Had Gerard noticed Frank’s hard-on, straining at the fabric of his pants?...had he gotten scared?

Frank took the stairs two at a time as he rushed to the boy's room.


"Gerard?..."


He called out, knocking on the door a little more desperately than he intended to. He listened, but heard no movement within. He tried the handle and the door opened...to reveal nothing. Frank frowned, the boy's things were still there...but no Gerard. At least he hadn’t left.


*


Gerard was sat on the back porch with a blanket around his shoulders and his sketch pad on his knees. He had looked out of the kitchen window when he cleaned up his dishes, and seen the prettiest garden he’d ever seen in real life. Now, he was drawing it in hopes of replicating the beauty on Frank’s office wall...if the older man liked the idea of course. He was just working on the outline of a pretty little Summersweet bush to his left, when his cellphone buzzed against his hip. Frowning slightly, he put his pencil down and retrieved the phone from his pocket. The frown left his face however when he saw who was calling.


"Hi Mikey, what’s up?"


He asked cheerfully after accepting the call.


"Oh, not much. Just checking to see you’re ok. That was a bad storm last night."


Gerard smiled softly at his brother's thoughtfulness.


"Yeah, I’m good. Missed having you hold me though."


Mikey chuckled slightly.


"I missed it to, truth be told. So..."


He drew out the o and Gerard held his breath for what the younger man would say.


"How’s things at Frank's place?"


Gerard rolled his eyes. He knew Mikey was just being protective, but as the older brother, wasn’t that his job?


"It’s cool Mikes. You should see his house, it’s like a mansion. It’s huge!"


Mikey laughed at that.


"Well that’s nice..."


He said after a moment.


"...but not what I meant. He’s not..."


Gerard tilted his head when Mikey paused.


"Not what Mikes?"


Mikey sighed heavily.


"Gee, I know you can look after yourself, but he’s so much older than you, and l don’t want you falling for him like you did with..."


"MIKEY!..."


Gerard snapped.


"We don’t say his name, remember?"


Mikey sighed again.


"I’m sorry Gee, I just worry...you know?"


Gerard chuckled slightly, shaking his head.


"I know you do, and I love you for it. But you don’t need to stress, Frank’s cool. He’s not like...him."


"You say that, but we thought he was nice at first."


Gerard pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a small frustrated groan. He was getting a headache.


"Mikey, stop. I’m ok. I’m not falling for Frank..."


He crossed the fingers of his free hand in his lap.


"...and he’s not falling for me. You have nothing to worry about."


Gerard hated lying to his little brother, but some times it was a necessity. Mikey sighed...he’d been doing that a lot lately.


"Ok Ok. I’ll back off for now. But if anything changes...if you start catching feelings, or if Frank tries anything you don’t want him to...call me, Ok?"


"I will Mikey, promise..."


Gerard smiled that the subject appeared to be closed.


"Oh, by the way..."


"Hmm?"


Mikey hummed for him to continue.


"Mom emailed me."


"Shit!..."


Mikey spat.


"What did that bitch want?"


Gerard huffed out a breath.


"To tell me not to come to thanksgiving or Christmas...and to change my email cause it’s embarrassing."


"Fuck! Well, who needs her and her crappy canapés anyway. We'll do the holidays together and have a much better time...right bro?"


Gerard laughed lightly, Mikey always knew how to cheer him up.


"Yeah, you know it. Look, I better go, I have work to do."


"Ok. Just remember, call me if you need me."


"I will. Love you Mikey."


"Love you Gee. See ya."


"Bye."


Gerard hung up and sighed, tucking his phone back in his jeans pocket before picking up his pencil to continue the drawing. Just then, the door he’d come out of opened and Frank stuck his head out.


"Oh there you are!...I couldn’t find you..."


He grinned, joining Gerard on the porch.


"What y' workin' on?"


Gerard smiled, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly as Frank sat down close to his side, their thighs touching.


"Well I...I saw the garden out of the window, and I just had to draw it. I think it would look great on your office wall, with a few tweaks. What do you think?"


He handed his sketch pad over and was rewarded with a wide eyed astonished look from the older man.


"Oh my God Gee!...how long were you out here?...this looks like it took days to draw."


Gerard giggled, shaking his head and making strands of his bright red hair fall out of the lose tie he’d put it in, to fall into his face.


"Nah, didn’t take long. This is only a rough sketch. So, do you think you’d like something like that in your office?"


He looked at Frank with wide, hopeful eyes. Frank looked up from the drawing, just inches away from the boy's face...God, how he longed to kiss him.


"It’s perfect..."


He watched Gerard's face light up with pure, innocent happiness.


"You’ve got some real talent...you know that?..."


Gerard blushed, shaking his head and looking away, out into the pretty garden.


"No, you really do Gee. You could go so far with your artwork. You could be famous."


Gerard giggled, turning his face back toward the older man.


"I don’t wanna be famous Frank, I just wanna...paint."


Frank grinned.


"Well then, we better get back to those movies. No painting til you’ve seen them all...remember?"


He stood up, offering his hand. Gerard looked at Frank’s tattooed and calloused hand, and had a sudden desire to draw it...and feel it all over his body, though he would never admit that. With a smile and blush on his face, he accepted Frank’s hand and let himself be pulled up onto his feet, then lead back into the house. Frank didn’t let go of Gerard’s hand until they were back in the living room, and secretly, Gerard was kind of happy that he didn’t.


Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?

theres probably no point in posting this here as the site is shit and I don’t think anyone can see it, but I’m posting it anyway.

til next time...

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