Live-in Nanny Wanted!

Later that night, Gerard and I are sitting in my room holding the girls and sitting on my bed. He looks extremely nervous as fuck and I feel bad about it, but I’m nervous, too.

“Frank, if this is about me kissing you last night, then, well, I’m not sorry, but I promise it won’t happen again,” he says quietly after a while. I look up at him and give him a smile, because he’s cute and his words were adorable, but I shake my head.

“It wasn’t about that,” I say, and his shoulders slump, relaxed now. “It’s actually about your job here.” He nods at me to go on. I sighed, running my hand through my hair and thinking for a brief moment that I should probably get a haircut soon. “Look, if the guys and I decided to take that second tour, I don’t want you to feel obligated to stay here and look after the girls. I want you to pursue your own goals and achieve them and all that, you know?” He nods, looking back down at Lily in his lap.

“Who would look after them, though?” He asked quietly. I shrugged my shoulders.

“I don’t know. I’d have to find someone else,” I mumbled.

“I don’t want to leave you guys.”

“I don’t want you to be stuck here for months on end because you’re taking care of my kids. I want you to experience things, Gerard. And even if I don’t go on another tour, then I don’t know what you’d be doing here,” I say. He shoots his head back up to look at me. I think I fucked up the way I worded that sentence and I felt like a piece of shit. “That came out bad. What I mean, is that your job of helping me with my girls would be done, I guess.” I scooted closer to him, laying my head on his shoulder.

“I want to stay here, Frank. With you and the girls. I want to be a family and I may not have that right, to say that, but this life is what I want,” he said, making me look up at him. I must’ve died and gone to heaven, because if I heard what I think I just heard, I must be dead. That, or drugged out of my fucking mind.

“Gerard-”

“Look, I know your kids come first and I’m not trying to get in the way of that, but can you at least let me make my own decision’s and then talk about them with you?” He asks. Slowly, I nod.

“I have people who pay me to make them something and people who buy what I sell online. I’m not saying it’s a stable thing or anything, but it makes me happy that so many people want my art and I’m working with that right now. I’m eighteen, Frank. I got enough time to achieve the things I want. What I want to do right now, is help take care of the girls, date the hell out of you, and maybe one day be a part of your family,” he says, sighing in relief. It was as if he’s always wanted to say that. I stare blankly at him.

“You want to date me?” I finally say. Wow, all that shit he said and that’s what I’m going for? You’re fucking amazing, Frank. I hope you know that. He laughs softly, more of a nose exhale, if I’m being honest. It’s like texting ‘lol’ when you actually just exhale from your nose. Personally, I hate texting and prefer to call and I’m also getting off topic.

“Well, I don’t just put my lips on anyone, you know.” I nod. Okay, I feel that.

“I don’t think a relationship right now would be good, so maybe we give it some time, yeah?” I asked. He nods.

“That’s fair.” We stayed like that for a while, my head on his shoulder and sitting with the girls in our laps. It was a good life, which made me dread going on tour. This was the very first time I’d be doing something like this with kids, and I was nervous. But I trusted Gerard to look after them, and Mikey would probably be here to help since it was summer vacation for him, but eventually he’d have to return. I think about how big the house and feel myself sadden at the thought of Gerard being alone here. Ultimately, it came time for us to sleep while the girls were getting their own sleep on. We set them down in the crib and then looked at each other.

He looked so pretty and the way his lips were wet from his tongue (he’d just licked his lips and I nearly died when he did), it made me think some dirty fucking thoughts about him. I walked him to my bedroom door and opened it for him.

“If they start crying, I’ll rush over,” he said, whispering for the girls’ sake and for how silent the house was. I nodded and pulled his head down a little more towards me so I could kiss the hell out of his cheek.

“Thanks, Gerard. You’re great. Get some sleep, okay?” He nods, his cheeks red and his lips quirked in the way that showed he was trying not to smile, but failing. He gave my hand a squeeze and then walked back to his room.

I laid in bed with only the light from the small nightlight I had on and soon fell asleep.

“Frankie, Frankie, please. Don’t make me wait any longer,” Gerard begged me. What? He was on all fours on the bed, his bottom facing my direction exposing all of himself to me. I looked over to where the crib was, but there was nothing there. It was just me and Gerard right now. I smirked, liking what I was seeing. Desperately, he looked back at me over his shoulder, mouth open and letting out pants and I think I could’ve come all over myself right then. “Frankie, you’re being so mean,” he whined, his face dropping to the bed, spreading himself open more for me. I moved right behind him and ran my hand over his ass, relishing in the softness of it. I smacked it gently, causing him to jump and let out a soft moan.

“Fuck, Gerard,” I whispered more to myself than him. I got eye level with his stretched hole and my mouth watered at what was eventually to come (other than me). Without wasting anymore time, I connected my mouth to his entrance and pushing my tongue inside, massaging his cheeks with my hands and holding him more open. He let out a loud moan, pushing back onto my face, and I loved making him squirm this way.

“Frankie, please, I can’t- please, just fuck me!” He begged. Oh, man, this was the best thing ever. I need to think whoever the fuck let this happen. God or whoever, maybe Mary decided I needed a break; I don’t give a shit. I’ve been waiting to push myself into him since the moment I met him. No matter how wrong it may have been at the time. The rule book, I’d tossed out the fucking window a while ago.

I positioned myself at his entrance and was just about to push in, but I wanted to observe him more first. The indention of his spine peaking against his skin, his pale body exposed and eager for me right here. I smiled to myself, thinking about how much I felt like I loved him. I never really knew if I had ever loved Jamia, but I don’t think so, because it never felt like this when I was with her. It was a different kind of warmth I received and gave the man in front of me right now.

“Frank?” He asked, turning around to face me, face flushed. I stared at his face, slightly pushing my hips forward. “Frank, wake up, Mikey and I wanna watch movies with you and the girls.” What the fuck? I looked around, watching as everything faded to bright white before going dark.

And then I opened my eyes slowly, peering up at Gerard.

“What?” I asked, my voice full of sleep. Gerard smiled down at me and then blushed, avoiding eye contact. “What’s wrong?” I asked again, and then looked down at myself. There I was in all my fucking glory with a hard on. I quickly turned myself over, thankful I was under the blankets. “Wow, if that isn’t the most embarrassing fucking thing ever, then I don’t know what is,” I muttered. I heard him giggle.

“Come on, sit up,” I said, pulling on my shoulder. “The girls and Mikey are downstairs already.” I sat up, keeping my arms over my stuff. Before I could process what was happening, Gerard was already on his knees in front of me, pulling the blanket away.

“What are you doing?” I asked, panting slightly.

“I’m helping you with your problem?” He said, as if it weren’t obvious enough already.

“Oh. Gerard, no. Um, you don’t have to do that. I’ll just take a shower and I’ll be down in a minute.” He shook his head, pulling me out of my boxers and stroking me. I bit my lip, stifling a groan. To finally, fucking finally, be touched my him was like that satisfied feeling you get after a good workout, Jesus fucking Christ!

“Let me handle this, Frank. Just don’t be too loud or Mikey will know,” he said, and then quickly took me into his mouth. I tensed, glancing between his mouth stretched around me and the closed door.

“Oh, fuck,” I growled softly, gritting my teeth. His tongue, his fucking tongue. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I nearly groaned in frustration as Gerard pulled his mouth off of me quickly and tucked me back in my boxers before setting the blankets over my lap.

“Yeah?” He called out, standing up and wiping his mouth. The door opened and Mikey stepped through.

“Hey, I’m hungry. Can I make French toast? Oh, man that really tickles my fucking fancy right now,” Mikey said, sighing softly with a smile on his face. I laughed at his choice of words and nodded my head.

“Yeah, I’ll make it for you, man. You and Gerard go find a movie to put on and I’ll be down there in a bit,” I said. The younger brother nodded and headed downstairs while Gerard turned to me and smiled.

“Sorry for the interruption,” he muttered, careful of the volume of his voice. I shook my head.

“That’s okay. I’m not upset or anything.” I stood and pulled on some sweats, not bothering with a shirt, because fuck it. He nodded and gave my cheek a kiss before leaving the room in his little pajama suit. It looks a little big on his small frame but holy cheese and crackers does it fit him. As soon as he closed the door, I dropped back down on the bed and rubbed one out so fucking quick. I can’t believe his mouth was on me, like, what the fuck did I do to deserve that? I still felt his saliva spread all over me and that about did. I was finishing all over my hand and the bottom of my stomach.

What did I do to deserve the life I had now? Two beautiful children who had such a loving mother, a nice home, a somewhat steady career, a man who loved me and my kids as his own family. And, wow, isn’t life great?

I thought back to those times I was a little kid thinking there was so place for me in the world and chain-smoking the hell out of my packs, hoping for an earlier death and now here I am. Stronger than ever, happier than ever, and loved more than ever.

That was it, I thought then, life does get so much better. I just had to be patient. I had to grow as a person and understand who I was before I was graced with this content life.

Notes

I kinda had fun writing this one. My smut isn't the best, but I'll improve one day. Also, I'm sure a majority, if not all, have heard Frank's "I'm a Mess" and I wanna know what you guys thought of it :D

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