Money For Ropes!

Frank carried Gerard's bags on his right, while supporting the limping boy on his left. He helped him into the little cafe and sat him down at a table by the window, placing his things on the floor by his feet.

"What would you like to eat?"

He asked, smiling down at the red head. Gerard chewed on his lip as he looked over at the large menu board.

"I don't mind. Whatever you're having?"

He smiled shyly up at his saviour. Frank grinned.

"A tomato and mozzarella panini, and a large black coffee?"

Gerard wrinkled his nose up a little, and Frank thought he looked like a cute little bunny.

"Make it a hot chocolate and that'd be perfect."

Frank nodded.

"Cool."

He turned and stepped over to the counter.

"Back so soon?..."

The girl said with a smile.

"Was the sandwich that good?"

Frank chuckled.

"Actually it was, but I didn't get to finish it so I'd like another two...one with a large black coffee and the other with a hot chocolate, please."

"Sure, coming right up. Are you taking away again or eating in this time?"

Frank glanced back to where Gerard was sat. The boy had taken off his beanie hat and placed it on the table, shaking out his long red hair. Frank swallowed as his cock twitched and looked back at the girl.

"We'll eat in, thanks."

"Cool. Take a seat and I'll bring your order over in a minute."

Frank nodded then returned to the table, slipping into the seat opposite the boy.

"How's your ankle feel now?"

Gerard looked from the window back to Frank and shrugged slightly.

"A bit sore, but not too bad while I'm sitting down."

"That's good..."

Frank normally had no problem talking to people, especially cute boys, but right now he was fighting the urge to blurt out the fact he'd seen Gerard cum all over himself last night...cause he was pretty sure the boy would up and run away, twisted ankle or not. The girl came over with their drinks, then went to make their sandwiches.

"So Mikey always gushes about his big brother, but never gives much detail...so how about you tell me about yourself."

Frank picked up his cup and sipped at the slightly too hot coffee as he watched Gerard over the rim. Gerard blushed at being the centre of attention, something he wasn't really used to in his everyday life, but took a breath and started anyway.

"Well, I'm 19 years old, I live on my own and I love art. I went to art school for a while but it wasn't for me so I dropped out..."

His eyes widened as he realised he'd just said that to not only a stranger, but also a friend of his brother.

"Please don't tell Mikey?...he thinks I'm still in school and I don't want him to think it's ok to drop out and ruin his future cause it really isn't."

Gerard rushed out with wide hopeful eyes.

"Hey, don't worry. I won't tell him, it's not my place..."

Gerard nodded, a small shaky smile on his lips as he picked up his hot chocolate and took a sip, just as the girl set down their sandwiches and walked away again.

"So if you're not in school, what do you do?...besides paint and draw like a master."

Gerard giggled.

"I'm not that good...but I try to sell some. It works out better some days than others."

He looked down, picking up his sandwich and taking a bite, a small moan leaving his lips at how good it was. Frank's cock stirred at the sound...really not the right place to get a hard-on. He was happy to see the boy eating though, cause the boy's weight had made him worry about a possible eating disorder, but now he saw that it was more a case of not enough money to eat regularly...and that was something Frank knew he could help with.

"So do you have a job as well?...or do you make enough with your art?"

"Oh well um...I, um...I have a p-part time job."

Gerard said, cheeks heating up as he looked anywhere but at Frank. Frank smirked internally...he thought it was cute that there was such a difference between outgoing, vivacious Party Poison, and quiet, shy Gerard.

"Really?...what do you do?"

Gerard nearly choked on his mouthful of sandwich. He swallowed, wide eyed and red faced.

"Um...just bar work."

"That's cool..."

Frank said with an innocent smile.

"I did that when I was your age."

Gerard looked up, seeing a chance to change the subject.

"So what do you do now Frank?...when you're not being a knight in shining armour that is."

Frank laughed and shook his head.

"Shh, don't tell everyone my secret identity...they'll all want rescuing..."

He grinned as Gerard giggled, the sound going straight to Frank's cock again.

"Well, I own a few businesses, nothing too exciting."

"What kind of businesses?"

Gerard asked, tipping his head slightly to the right.

"Tattoo shops, mostly."

"Really?...that's so cool."

"Do you have any tattoos Gee?...I could work out a discount if you like."

Frank hadn't seen any ink on the boy's pale skin last night, but there could always be something hidden. He saw Gerard shiver.

"No. No no, definitely not...I have like a morbid fear of needles...never gonna happen."

Frank chuckled, raising his hands in surrender.

"Ok, so no tattoos...that's cool."

They each smiled as they sipped at their drinks for a minute.

"Hey, you know the tattoo shop opposite Mikey's work?..."

Frank asked, Gerard nodded with a mouthful of food.

"That's one of mine."

Gerard swallowed and looked at Frank in awe.

"Really?...wow so wait, is that how you met Mikey?"

"Yep...when I first bought the shop I had to be there a lot to set it up, and because coffee is life, I spent a lot of time in the cafe too."

Gerard giggled.

"You sound like him...he's obsessed with coffee too. I never got that, I'd much prefer a hot chocolate."

Frank feigned shock, wide eyed and hand clutching at his chest.

"Oh no, it's a tragedy...you don't like coffee?"

Gerard giggled.

"I didn't say I don't like it, just that I prefer chocolate."

"Well that's good then..."

Frank sighed in "relief".

"Cause I'm not sure I can be friends with someone who doesn't like coffee."

Gerard's eyes and smile widened happily.

"We're friends?"

"Well sure. I like you. You're sweet and funny and really fucking pretty, so yeah...we're friends. If you want?"

Gerard's cheeks pinked prettily and he giggled again.

"You think I'm...pretty?"

"Very. Now, eat up so we can go see your brother, ok?"

"O-ok."

Gerard blushed darker and continued to eat with his eyes down as Frank watched him intently.

When they were done Frank paid then picked up Gerard's bags, waving off the boy's protests that he could manage, then helped him up and out of the cafe. They walked slowly to the park's nearest entrance and Frank hailed a cab, Gerard telling the driver their destination. An hour later they left Gerard's bank, having cancelled his card and ordered a new one...ten minutes after that, they were walking back into Mikey's cafe, Gerard leaning heavily on Frank as his ankle really wasn't feeling any better yet.

"GEE!...what happened?"

Mikey said in a panicky voice as he rounded the counter to help Gerard into a seat.

"I'm ok Mikes."

"And why are you with Frank?"

Frank laughed as he flopped onto the chair next to Gerard.

"It's a long story, and if you get some drinks we might tell you."

Mikey huffed and went back behind the counter.

"Well it better be good."

He muttered as he mixed Gerard's hot chocolate, just the way he likes it.

"Oh it is Mikey...it's the story of a damsel in distress, two mean ogres and a handsome knight in shining armour."

Gerard said with a grin. Frank burst out laughing and Mikey just rolled his eyes...he should've known better than to expect a serious answer from Gerard, he really should. Mikey shook his head in amazement as Gerard finished his story.

"I've told you before that it's not safe in that park, but would you listen?"

"I know Mikes..."

Gerard said quietly, his eyes fixed on the floor and a red tint to his cheeks.

"But it's the best place to sell my pictures."

"And what would you have done if Frank wasn't there, hmm?"

Gerard whimpered quietly, feeling tears prickle his eyes. He knew he would've probably been badly hurt...or worse if Frank hadn't rescued him.

"But I was there..."

Frank cut in, noticing how upset the pretty red head was becoming.

"So there's no need to worry, now is there."

He gave Mikey a pointed look before taking a sip of his coffee.

"No need to..."

Mikey spluttered slightly in disbelief and Frank got the feeling he was about to be shouted at by the teenager. The bell rang over the door just then and Frank let out a sigh of relief as Mikey stood up and headed behind the counter, shooting him a glare on the way before turning a smile to the new customer. Frank turned his attention back to Gerard, who seemed to have curled in on himself somewhat.

"Gee?...you ok?"

Gerard raised his head a little and looked up through his hair.

"Yeah it's just...he's right. That park's dangerous and I'm an idiot..."

He looked down again, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"I should just give up, no one likes my pictures anyway."

"Hey, none of that!..."

Frank exclaimed, reaching out to place a comforting hand on the boy's knee. God, how he wanted to touch more of him.

"I like your pictures. In fact...how much do you sell them for?"

Gerard looked up wearily.

"Twenty bucks each...on a good day."

"And how many have you got with you right now?"

"Um...fifteen, I think. Why?"

Frank reached inside his jacket and pulled out his wallet.

"Cause I want to buy them all..."

He took out a wad of notes and started counting out twenties.

"That's three hundred, right?"

"Wait wait..."

Gerard said in a rush, placing his hand over Frank's hands to still them as confusion flashed in his eyes.

"I'm not a charity case Frank."

"I never thought you were. You're an artist and my place could do with some art. Now...three hundred?"

Gerard swallowed. He couldn't deny that the money would come in very handy right now. He nodded slowly.

"You...you haven't even looked at all of them. What if you don't like them?"

"I'm sure I will, I know the artist..."

Frank winked then finished counting the notes. He handed them to Gerard.

"You don't do commission pieces by any chance, do you?"

Gerard shrugged slightly.

"No one's asked me to but, I could I guess. Why...do you want something done?"

Frank nodded.

"Yeah, I was thinking about it. Like I said, my place could do with some art. It's very plain and I was thinking of having like...murals done on some of the walls. Would you be interested in doing something like that?"

Gerard's eyes were wide and his lips were parted in a quiet gasp. Frank felt his cock twitch at the sight, and couldn't help but imagine the boy, naked and on his knees with a collar around his delicate throat and that look on his pretty face. He swallowed and blinked away the image as the boy spoke.

"I...I h-haven't done anything like that for a while but...yeah, I'd be interested."

Frank grinned.

"Excellent. Well maybe you should come and look at the walls first...get an idea of scale?"

Gerard nodded, a slightly glazed look in his eyes.

"Ok, yeah."

"Now?"

Frank asked. He knew he might be pushing it, but he really wanted to spend more time with the boy.

"Um...ok."

Frank grinned.

"Ok then. Let's finish our drinks, then we can go."

Gerard smiled shyly and sipped at his hot chocolate. It looked like his luck was finally turning a corner...last night's fabulous benefactor, and now an offer of a commission?...things were really looking up. It struck him as a curious coincidence that both things were connected by the name Frank, but that's all it was of course...a coincidence.

Mikey returned to the table after dealing with a short run of customers and flopped down on his chair, his eyes going straight to his brother.

"Please say you'll be more careful Gee?...I don't want you to get hurt."

Gerard sighed, turning a soft smile toward the younger boy.

"I'll be careful Mikes, promise."

He took the last sip of his drink and put the empty cup on the table. Frank smiled as he stood up, reaching for Gerard's things.

"We should get going Gee."

"Wait, where are you going?"

Mikey asked, standing and helping Gerard to his feet. Gerard giggled slightly.

"Frank's offered me a commission. He's taking me to see the walls he wants painted."

Mikey raised an eyebrow at Frank. He trusted the older man, but this was his brother after all.

"Oh yeah?...and where are these walls?"

"My place."

Frank said with a smile. Mikey frowned back at him.

"Hey, don't worry Mikes, I'll be safe with my knight in shining armour...right Frank?"

"Of course you will sugar. I'll take care of him Mikey, don't you fret..."

Frank had all Gerard's things on his left, so offered the boy his right arm to lean on.

"Shall we?"

Gerard giggled, a blush colouring his cheeks again that made Frank think of all the dirty things he wanted to do to the boy...he swallowed the thoughts down for now...all in good time. Gerard took Frank's offered arm and turned his head to smile at his brother.

"I'll call you later Mikes."

And then they were gone. Mikey frowned thoughtfully. He knew Gerard was a big boy who could take care of himself, but he'd never met the likes of Frank Iero before, and he might be a bit more than Gerard could handle.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?

I'm going to bed in a minute, but I thought I better update this first...hope you enjoyed it.

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