Money For Ropes!

Gerard woke to a dark room and the sound of thunder. He swallowed, pulling the blankets up to his chin...he never did like storms, something about the time his parents house was nearly struck by lightning. The house had been missed, but one of the large trees on their property was hit, and it just so happened to be the one with Gerard and Mikey’s treehouse in it. Both tree and treehouse were burned beyond repair, and just the night before, the boy’s had camped out up there. Gerard now stayed away from treehouses...and storms.

Lightning flashed, lighting up his room in stark white. He shivered, then started counting.

"1...2...3...4...5...6…7…"

Thunder boomed loud, making Gerard jolt upright in his bed, the covers still clenched in white knuckled fingers. His heart was racing as he waited for the next flash. When it came...

"1…2…3…4…5…6…"

Thunder boomed again. The storm was getting closer. Gerard sniffed quietly, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth. Flash!

"1…2…3…4…"

Boom! Gerard whimpered, he hated this. After the whole treehouse incident, he had always climbed into Mikey’s bed whenever it stormed. The younger boy was apparently afraid of nothing, and would spend half the night comforting Gerard as he shook and cried. Well, no Mikey here, it had been a few years since he’d had his brother's arms to hide in, and it wasn’t getting any easier to handle. Flash!

“1…2…”

Boom!...it was practically overhead now, and Gerard sobbed out loud as he put his hands over his ears and pulled his knees up to his chest beneath the covers. Flash! Boom!...Flash! Boom! Gerard cried out, he really needed Mikey. Suddenly there was a knock on his door, and he nearly peed himself.

"Gerard?...are you Ok?..."

It was Frank...coming to his rescue yet again. Gerard practically leaped from his bed and ran to the door, turning the lock as quickly as his shaking fingers would allow, then yanking the door open and flying into the older man's arms, tears now streaming down his pale cheeks. Frank was a little caught off guard, and stumbled back half a step as he caught the boy. He stayed upright though, and quickly wrapped his arms around Gerard’s shaking form.

"Hey hey, baby, it’s ok...it’s just a storm. I got you."

Gerard lifted his face up from where he’d buried it in Frank’s robe, and sniffed, his lower lip trembling.

"I don’t like storms."

He whispered, burying his face again as thunder cracked overhead and the whole house seemed to shake. Frank squeezed the boy to him, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"Shh, you’re safe baby..."

He considered for a moment, then decided...fuck it!

"Hey, would you like me to come cuddle up with you?..."

Gerard looked up with curious wet eyes.

"We could keep a blanket between us if you like...but at least you wouldn’t be alone."

Frank hoped that he hadn’t just scared the red head, but as a small smile tugged at the boy's lips, he knew he’d made the right call.

"Th-thank you Frank. I used to cuddle with Mikey when we were younger and it stormed...I miss having someone just hold me like that."

Frank smiled and nodded, then gently lead the still shaking boy back into his room and over to the bed. Gerard reluctantly detached himself from Frank and climbed back under the covers, scooting over to give the older man some room, and lifting the covers up for him to slip in. Frank’s eyebrows rose slightly because Gerard hadn’t left a blanket between them, but he honestly wasn’t going to argue. Quickly, because he could see how scared Gerard still was by the storm that raged outside, Frank took off his robe and hung it over the back of a chair, then slipped under the covers and pulled the boy back into his chest.

"There there. It’s ok, I’m here baby."

He cooed softly, holding Gerard close and gently stroking his fingers through soft red hair. He wanted the first time he got the boy into bed to be a bit different to this, but Gerard needed him right now, and he would never turn his back on someone in need...that just wasn’t his style.

As the storm continued, and Gerard continued to tremble and whimper softly in his arms, Frank thanked God that he’d jerked off earlier, or he was sure he would have a raging hard-on right now...and that would just scare the boy more. Closing his eyes, Frank pictured what Gerard was wearing right now...a pair of tiny pyjama shorts, and a practically see through camisole top. Tonight was going to be a looooong night.

*

Frank woke to soft morning light seeping through the curtains, and soft snores coming from the boy beside him. He smiled at the sight. At some point during the early hours, the storm had moved away, and Gerard had finally fallen back to sleep. Some time after that, he had rolled from being pressed tight into Frank’s bare chest, to laying on his back with the covers pushed down to his hips, his top pushed up around his nipples, and one hand resting softly on his pale exposed belly.

Frank swallowed heavily. One day in the (hopefully) not too distant future, he would be able to wake up to this every day, then wake the boy with a kiss...or something more. For now though, Frank was determined to be respectful. He carefully moved the covers up over Gerard, almost instantly regretting it as the pale skin disappeared from view, then slipped quietly out of the bed, grabbed his dressing gown then left the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He returned to his own room and closed the door, then dropped the robe and pushed his hand inside his sleep pants, wrapping his fingers around his somewhat painfully hard cock and giving it a squeeze. He groaned at the sensation, then made up his mind. He removed his hand and heading for his en-suite, closing the door behind him and starting the shower...after all, he couldn’t exactly spend the day watching Marvel movies with Gerard, if he had a raging boner...now could he?

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?

I'm officially back!
A brand new chapter, not just a re-edited fic!

hope you liked it.

Until next time, peace out babies!

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