Money For Ropes!

Frank strolled through the fall trees, his hands stuffed in his pockets and a smile on his face. He was still amazed that out of all the men in Jersey, his friend Mikey's older brother had turned out to be the red haired beauty Frank had cum over last night. Small fucking world!

Rounding a corner in the path, he spotted the little cafe and smiled. It had been there for as long as Frank could remember, and still had the same wallpaper that he used to hate when he was five and his mum brought him in for sandwiches and milkshakes after playing on the swings.

Pushing open the door, the little bell tinkling above his head, Frank sniffed the delicious smelling air and smiled at the girl behind the counter.

"Hi there, what can I get you?"

She asked cheerfully. Frank looked at the menu board and hummed.

"Hmmm...I think I'll have a...tomato and mozzarella panini, and a large black coffee please. To go."

The girl, who's name badge read- Aurora, smiled then started to make Frank's order.

Frank turned to look out of the big window than spanned the front of the shop, letting in masses of light even on the greyest of days. He could see the old bandstand, nestled under the branches of a massive oak tree. The steps were covered in gold and red leaves but were unoccupied right now so Frank decided that he would sit there to eat his lunch.

"Do you want salt and pepper?"

Aurora asked from behind him. Frank turned with a bright smile.

"Just pepper please."

She nodded with a smile and finished his meal. After he'd paid, Frank left the cafe and headed toward the bandstand steps. Frank was enjoying his sandwich and the light cool breeze that ruffled his hair now and then, when he heard shouting coming from somewhere behind him.

"No!...Get off me!...Let go!...HELP!..."

The voice was male, but higher in pitch and clearly frightened. Frank had always fancied himself as a bit of a knight in shining armour, so he quickly got up and followed the sounds to their source. Rounding the bandstand, Frank saw two men dragging a smaller one toward the tree line. The one being manhandled very obviously didn't want to go.

"No please, pleeease...SOMEONE HELP!"

The boy screamed out. Frank set off at a run and launched himself at the thug on the right, barrelling him to the ground, then laying three sharp jabs to his kidneys. The other thug had continued to drag his victim away, but was stopped when the boy clawed at his face with sharp nails.

"Little bitch!"

The thug snarled, pulling his fist back and punching the boy in the face. The boy crumpled instantly and was quickly hauled up onto the man's shoulder. Frank left the first thug groaning on the floor and gave chase. Reaching the man, who was probably a good five inches taller than Frank, he didn't hesitate to tackle him. The larger man was taken by surprise and dropped the boy to the ground, turning to address his attacker. Frank delivered a hard kick to the man's balls, and with a comically pained expression, the thug fell to his knees, hands cupping his wounded manhood. Frank then shot him an uppercut to the jaw, and the man was out for the count.

Breathing heavily, Frank made his way over to the boy who was only now beginning to stir. Reaching his side, Frank dropped to his knees.

"Hey, you ok?..."

The boy jumped and turned his head hesitantly toward Frank's voice. Frank felt like the breath had been stolen from his body.

"It's you!"

Gerard's eyes went wide...it just had to be a viewer, didn't it.

"I...I..."

He panicked, stumbling over his words. Frank grinned.

"Mikey said you lived around here somewhere."

Gerard went from scared to ecstatic in an instant. His smile could've out shined the sun.

"You know Mikey?"

Frank nodded enthusiastically. Thank God!...a friend, not a fan.

"Hi. I'm Frank."

Gerard giggled. It sounded like angels to Frank's ears.

"Hi. I'm Gee."

Frank was really glad he decided to eat lunch in the park now. He stood, carefully helping Gerard to his feet. He figured it was probably a good idea not to let on that he'd been jerking it over the pretty boy just a few short hours ago...that would just be weird.

Huh...strange how things work out.

Gerard's left ankle threatened to give out as they started back toward the bandstand, he must've twisted it when the guy dropped him. Frank caught him as he squeaked and stumbled.

"Easy there sugar..."

Frank said, slipping one arm around the boy's tiny waist and taking his meagre weight...didn't he eat?

"I got you."

"Thank you Frank..."

Gerard said softly, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. Frank's fingers felt warm on Gerard's side, even through his coat. It felt nice.

"Not many people would've bothered to help me back there..."

He frowned slightly, and Frank wanted to do anything he could to take that look away.

"I actually saw a couple look, then turn away."

Frank huffed.

"People are assholes."

Gerard giggled, making Frank's heart speed up.

"You're not, Frank."

"Oh I can be, you just don't know it yet."

"I doubt that very much."

Frank chuckled.

"Tell that to my ex."

"She thought you were an asshole?"

Gerard raised an eyebrow.

"He and yes, he did...sometimes..."

Frank shrugged slightly.

"Guess it's why he's my ex."

Gerard smiled brightly, his cheeks pinking more.

"He's an idiot..."

His eyes widened as he realised what he'd said, and that he'd probably crossed a line.

"Oh God, I'm sorry...my mouth's not attached to my brain today, I shouldn't have said that."

He looked down, hoping he wasn't going to get yelled at...or worse. His head shot back up in surprise though when all he heard was laughter coming from his right.

"Please..."

Frank struggled to speak through his laughter.

"Please don't apologise. He is an idiot, and my mouth is hardly ever connected to my brain, so don't worry about it."

Gerard smiled shyly. They made their way slowly back to the bandstand, and Gerard pointed to the base of the big tree.

"My stuff's over there."

He said quietly. Frank nodded and helped him over as Gerard was still finding it hard to put weight on his foot. When they reached Gerard's spot, Frank gasped.

"Mikey told me that you're an artist, but I had no idea...these are so good!"

He lowered Gerard down to sit on the ground and crouched beside him to look at the pictures he had laid out. Gerard was actually kinda surprised that none had been stolen when he was grabbed...and oddly insulted that no one thought they were worth stealing.

"Thanks. I try to sell a few, but it's not really happening today..."

Gerard sighed, looking down at his hands in his lap.

"Guess today's just not my day."

"Nonsense!..."

Frank exclaimed. Gerard looked up curiously.

"You met me, didn't you?"

Frank raised an eyebrow and smirked. Gerard giggled.

"Yeah, yeah I did."

Frank smiled. Seriously...Gerard's laugh was the best sound he'd heard in his life...except maybe those moans he was making last night. Frank's cock twitched in his pants at the memory and he had to think of his uncle Herbert in a mankini to stop from getting a hard-on in the middle of the park.

"There, see?...things could be worse. For instance, I bought myself a really nice sandwich and a coffee, and ended up leaving them to go be a knight in shining armour...and now I have to go buy more."

He lamented. Gerard raised an eyebrow.

"So if you're a knight in shining armour, does that make me a damsel in distress?"

Frank shrugged nonchalantly.

"If the dress fits."

Gerard laughed loudly, his hand moving to cover his mouth and his cheeks flaring red as he snorted accidentally. He looked down in embarrassment.

"It does."

He said quietly. Frank was about to comment that he'd like to see that when he was interrupted by the sound of Gerard's stomach grumbling loudly.

"You hungry?..."

Frank asked.

"Why don't I buy you lunch."

Gerard looked up.

"You don't have to. I have m..."

He gasped, his hand coming out of his pocket without his wallet.

"Oh God..."

He looked around desperately, tears prickling his eyes.

"My wallet's gone..."

He sagged, turning despondent eyes back to Frank.

"See?...it's not my day."

Frank frowned.

"Maybe it just fell out of your pocket. Stay put, I'll go look..."

He stood up and headed off in the direction the thugs had dragged the beautiful red head. He spent ten minutes searching, but found nothing.

"Damn it..."

He muttered as he walked back to where Gerard was sat with his knees pulled up to his chest and his face buried in his arms.

"I'm sorry..."

He said as he approached him. Gerard looked up with red wet eyes, black eyeliner smeared down his cheeks.

"Aww honey, don't cry."

Frank knelt down and wrapped his arms around the boy's fragile body. Gerard stiffened for a second, then relaxed against him and just cried quietly. After a few minutes he sniffed and raised his head to look at Frank.

"I...I only had 80 bucks with me, but I had my bank card, and a picture of Mikey and I when we were kids, with our grandmother..."

He sobbed softly.

"I don't even really care about the card. They can have the goddamn money, it's not like I've never had to live on the streets before..."

That pretty much crushed Frank's heart.

"But that picture...it was the last one I had of Gammy. She died a month after it was taken..."

Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks.

"It's all I had left of her."

Frank wanted so bad to kiss Gerard, to kiss him until he stopped crying and forgot just how shitty today was turning out for him. He didn't. It wasn't his place...yet.

"You can stop your bank card, so that's not a problem. And the picture?...does Mikey have a copy?"

Gerard brightened slightly. He nodded.

"I...I think he might."

"Then we can sort it. We could get it copied."

"We?"

Frank chuckled.

"You caught that, huh?...Yes, we!...if you'll accept this galant knight's help again?"

He sat up straight and did his best impression of a tough knight...minus the armour of course. Gerard giggled, wiping at the last of his tears and smearing his make up even more.

"Why of course kind sir..."

He fluttered his eyelashes. His stomach grumbled again and he giggled.

"And I guess yeah, lunch would be nice."

Frank grinned.

"Excellent..."

He looked at all of Gerard's things around him before turning his eyes back to the boy.

"Why don't we pack your stuff up, then I'll take you to the cafe for lunch. Then after we've eaten, we'll get your bank card sorted and go see Mikey...how does that sound?"

Gerard looked at Frank in awe.

"Thank you Frank. I really don't know why you're being so nice to me...but thank you."

Frank shook his head and sighed like it was obvious.

"I'm being nice to you cause I like you..."

He smiled softly.

"Now, let's pack up and go eat."

Gerard nodded, smiling shyly as he packed away his things. Maybe today wasn't a total write off after all.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?

So I'm just getting over flu right now and still dealing with life shit...but I thought you deserved an update.

hope you enjoy.

Until next time...PLEASE COMMENT and peace out babies!
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