Pansies

He squinted into the hot sun as he walked over the plate of lemon bars he had promised Janice. Peering at the garden in the front yard, seeing groups of yellow pansies. Scrunching up his nose at the homely flower sitting amongst the tulips and roses. Never would he let that in his garden! He climbs up the few steps to the wooden red door. Ringing the doorbell by pressing the white little round button. He hears the chimes go off and the door swings open to reveal a middle aged woman with perfectly straight teeth. Shiny blond hair, pink rosy cheeks, and with enough makeup caked on to conceal her fading youth. "Gerard!" He grimaces at her high pitched voice grating his ears with his name. Putting on a smile despite the damage to his ears he sqeauls out just as loud, "Janice!" "Oh my goodness! Come in! All the girls are already here, waiting for you and your delicious snacks!" She says speaking a mile a minute ushering him into the spotless sitting room where there were already a group of other middle aged woman talking and munching on tea and baked goods. He smiles and returns the hugs he is greeted with setting down the platter of lemon bars. Practically suffocating on the clouds of perfume hanging around the women. All with perfect teeth, perfect hair, just perfect everything. He still couldn't believe that they had let them into their little group. Him contrasting with his dark hair, pale skin, and oh yeah he was a guy. When he had noticed they didn't just let anybody into their exclusive little group like poor Linda who moved in about two weeks after he and his husband Bob did, he cautiously asked Janice the leader of the group, why? She in return just smiled back at him and said he wasn't a threat and that having a mans point of view would be nice. Of course this was after they learned that he was gay and Bob and he were actually married and not just a couple of bachelors. They hadn’t always lived in the suburbs but Bob decided it would be good to invest in a home just in case they ever decided to have children. He didn’t work either cause Bob preferred for him to be home and to tend to their little household. In the city he didn’t have many friends but when they moved here all the women flocked to him like fresh meat. So that’s how he ended up here for the rest of the afternoon sitting with them talking about the twist in last nights American Horror Story, the book they had all agreed to read over the weekend, and just the general woes they dealt with on a day to day basis. He starts zoning out for a bit when some of them start talking about menopausing and shit almost completely forgetting he was there, him turning slightly pink from embarrassment. Thankfully Miranda interupts and points out that Kate, a usual part of their little group, is missing. Gerard does a quick glance and looks around noticing that indeed she was not there, nor had she even shown up. Odd for no one EVER missed one of these gatherings. Suddenly there is a quick, light knock at the door which Janice gets up to go answer. He hears the inhuman high pitched voice that only women can make, as they greet each other. Again Janice ushers a flustered Kate into the sitting room with the gaggle of women and Gerard. "Where were you?!" Miranda questions slightly concerned. Kates cheeks take on a shade of pink, her lips pressing into a tight line trying to hold back a smile. "Uhh... well I got a bit...distracted? You could say." "By what exactly?" Questioned Janice. "Gardening?" "You don't garden." Janice dead panned. "Today was different. That Iero boy brought over some pansies and well he asked if he could manage the lawn over summer break. So of course I said yes and he started right away and I of course had to plant the flowers before they started to wilt." "While he was there. In the sun. Hot. Sweaty. And just so young?" "Janice! How could you say that!?" "Oh come on Kate! Don't act as if he isn't the nicest piece of eye candy you've ever seen. We've all seen how little Frankie isn't so little anymore." She says with a devilish smirk on her face. "Why do you think we all have pansies in our lawns? Sure they're not the nicest but thats what he brings every year to try and get us to hire him. This year we ALL have them." "Fine then! Okay okay okay! Yes I admit it, I got caught up a little watching him, but I stopped and rushed over here once I realized how late I was. And how much I was enjoying the scenery" Gerard watched as they all shook their heads and acquired a dreamy look on their faces. All seeming to be day dreaming about the young but not so young Frankie. Gerard just sat their uncomfortably letting himself slip out of the room unnoticed a few seconds later. Making his way to the front door and out onto the quiet sidewalk. Yeah he was gay but he wasn’t going to sit here and get all hot and bothered over some teenage ametuer gardener. Quickly he walks home trying to get away from the vicious rays of the burning sun. Looking at each of his "friends" lawns as he passes, to see that indeed they all did have pansies in their yards. Arriving at his home he opens the door stepping into the cool air relieving him of the sweltering heat from outside. Looking at the clock he sees its only three in the afternoon. Taking himself upstairs he jumps into the shower to help him cool down wondering to himself if Bob would be home on time today. As soon as he's done he gets out wrapping himself up in the fluffy red robe that Bob had given him for Valentines day. He normally didn’t use this one because of the risque nature of it but he hadn’t gotten around to doing laundry yet so his “modest” one was dirty. Hearing the doorbell go off he rushes down the stairs to see who it is. Opening the door to a short but well built young man with dark hair, pink lips,and tan skin glistening with sweat from the summer heat making the color of his tattoos seem richer in color. Making Gerard want to drag him inside and run his tongue over the outlines tasting the saltiness of his skin. Wait! What the Fuck!?!? Yeah he had been reading those romance novels a bit too much lately. He looks down at the teenager standing on his porch and sees the kid with a cheesy grin on his face clearly trying to keep his eyes upwards. Looking down he notices that the robe isn’t closed properly showing off his chest and a good portion of his junk. Blushing like a madman he clenches the fabric in his fist trying to bring the front to a close. "Oh my gosh, im so sorry about that!" "No man it's cool don't worry about it! I actually uh...just wanted to know if you would be interested in letting me take care of your lawn over the summer? I'm no landscaper or anything but you know just trying to earn some extra cash this summer." He says with a shy hopeful smile on his face. "I swear that I do a good job! I have a bunch of people whose lawns I do to vouch for me. And I brought flowers." He adds last minute showing the small pot of pansies he had hidden behind his back. Gerard just smiles back still a bit speechless from his impromptu peepshow he had just given. He nods his head, earning a brilliant smile from the excited teenager who practically shoves the pot of flowers into his hands. "Awesome! Okay cool. So seeing as it's already kind of late, I'll be here tomorrow around noon to get started. Is that fine?" "Yeah. Yeah of course." "Okay so um... I'll see you tomorrow, Mr.?" "Way." "Mr.Way, pleasure to meet you. I'm Frank Iero." "I know." Frank gives him an odd look and he notices his little mistake. Again he blushes quickly stammering out an excuse about how one of the neighbors he spoke to mentioned him when he complimented her on her well groomed lawn. No way did he want him to know what he and the group of ladies sat around and talked about during their afternoon tea.Which seemed to satisfy his curiosity as he left with a quick goodbye and a wave over his shoulder, getting into his beat up old Ford truck. Gerard shutting the door behind him as he goes to the window and cracks open the curtains watching Frank start the engine, swearing that he winked at him before driving off. Impossible though right? He was like a fucking ninja with his snooping skills! (note sarcasm) Soon he himself also falls into a daydream about the smoking hot teenager. Not even bothering to beat himself up over the dirty, lusty, thoughts passing through his head at that moment. Yeah he really did spend too much time with those women.

Notes

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