Live-in Nanny Wanted!

Later that night, he and I were cuddling in bed, kissing pretty heatedly. It was awesome. Until he started pressing his growing hard-on against my leg. I pulled away from the kiss.

“Gerard, I-” I began.

“Don’t you think… we could maybe go a little further tonight?” He asked, his cheeks red. I felt my heart speed up. I felt my ears ringing.

“What if I hurt you?” I asked nervously.

“You won’t hurt me. I’ll tell you how to do it,” he assured me. I thought for a moment before shaking my head.

“I-I’m sorry, Gee, but I don’t feel ready,” I admitted, feeling ashamed and like I’m not good enough for him. He looked a little disappointed. “I’m really sorry. I ruined the moment, didn’t I?” I asked.

“No. No, don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t be trying to pressure you. I’m just thinking with my dick and that’s not fair. Here, let’s just watch a movie, yeah? How about a rom-com?” He asked, smiling and trying to make me feel better. I still felt bad, but I did my best to smile because he was trying so hard. I guess I just felt guilty because I got him so worked up and didn’t deliver. I felt his hand on my chest and I zoned back in. “Don’t feel bad, Frank. It’s not your fault. If you’re not ready, then you’re not ready. I would never force or guilt you into anything. You’re allowed to feel how you’re feeling; it’s not a bad thing.”

I felt better once he said that. I hugged him tightly and breathed in his scent. “You’re so good to me. I love you,” I said softly, kissing his shoulder. He chuckled, holding me tightly.

“I love you, too, honey. Now, let’s cuddle and watch another movie before bed,” he said. We settled together perfectly. He had his head on my chest while I leaned against the headboard with my arm wrapped around him. I wasn’t sure what he put on, but Elvis Presley was using a walker and I was digging it so far.

“I don’t know what the fuck we’re watching, but I love it,” I said after a while.

“We’re watching Bubba Ho-tep,” he said, giggling a little. I held him closer and often kissed his head throughout the movie.

Once Gerard had fallen asleep, I laid in bed thinking about when I was going to be ready to take that next step with Gerard. I thought back to my first time with Jamia and it had been very awkward but it was easier with her. With a man, in my little experiences (and amateur porn), there was a lot of preparations that went into it. While I was okay with doing all of that with Gerard, what if I didn’t do it enough or too much and it turned him off? What if I couldn’t find that spot that made him feel good? What if I came too fast and he was disappointed? With Jamia, I was definitely Don Juan, but with Gerard, I’m just a young teenager who’s barely had his first kiss. I sighed. I needed to stop comparing my relationship with Gerard to my relationship with Jamia.

I sat up carefully, not wanting to wake up Gerard. I grabbed my phone and headed into the living room. I dialed Jamia and waited on the line. I knew talking to her would make me feel better. She was still my best friend, but I saw Gerard creeping up into that spot more and more each day.

“Hello?” She answered. She always sounded tired nowadays.

“Hey,” I said. “I need to talk to someone.”

“Is something going on?” She asked. I heard some clutter on the other side and knew she was stopping whatever she was doing to focus on our conversation. I really loved her.

“It’s gonna sound weird, but you’re my best friend,” I said, pausing for a moment. “I want to make love to him, but I’m… I’m scared…” I confessed. She hummed.

“I see. What exactly are you afraid of? Hurting him or something?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Well, look at it this way: He will let you know what feels good and comfortable or will show you how to do it. Gerard trusts you enough to want to do that with you, and it sure seems like you want to,” she explained. “So look at it that way. He will let you know how to do it and practice makes perfect.” She giggled and I laughed.

“Oh, man. I love you so much, Jam.” I really meant it. She’d always been my best friend and I know she always will be.

“I love you, too, Frank. Now, go to bed. Get some sleep. Text me if you have any other problems you need help with.”

“Yeah. I’ll text you. Good night.” Then we hung up and I stood, getting a glass of water to drink before going to bed.

“Hey,” Gerard said, suddenly popping up from out of nowhere. I jumped a little, almost choking on my water.

“Hey,” I said back, coughing a little. I gave him a smile. “What are you doing up, baby?”

He shrugged before turning to me. “Frank, do you… do you ever think you’ll get back together with Jamia?” He asked, looking off to the side self-consciously.

“Why are you asking that?” I moved closer. “I’m not in love with her, Gee. I love her, but not in the way I love you,” I explained, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I just… I heard you on the phone with her just now and you sounded so loving when you told her you loved her. Like it sounded romantic. And I’m not mad, I’m just wanting to know if this relationship is a dead end.” My heart felt like it stopped.

“She was helping me with a problem I had,” I said softly. “And I wish you’d worded that less harshly.” I let my arms fall from him and put my cup away.

“Wait, Frank-” I shook my head and went back to the room. I suddenly wished the girls were here so I had some distractions. I could give my love to the ones who wanted it.

“Frank, please, you know that’s not how I meant it,” Gerard said after coming into the room seconds after me.

I turned to face him, sighing, “but that’s what you said. I love you. I love you. I divorced Jamia before I met you, Gerard. I wouldn’t have started another relationship if I wasn’t sure about that relationship,” I explained. “I do love Jamia, but because we’ve been friends all our lives and we have two beautiful girls together. We were friends before we were ever the relationship.” I sat on the bed and then laid down with my back to him. “I wish you’d believe me when I said that.”


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A few days went by without many words being spoken between us. I took care of the girls, cooked dinner, and Gerard cleaned and went out to get groceries. I only talked to him when I asked what he wanted to eat and he tried starting conversations, but I didn’t know what to say to him.

The girls were taking a nap and I was sitting in the living room reading a book while drinking some iced tea. It was a good book. The Wizard Of Oz.

“Frank,” I heard from the top of the stairs. I looked up briefly.

“Is something the matter?” I asked, pretending to read the book. I couldn’t concentrate.

“Talk to me,” he said, walking down the stairs. I sighed and put my book up.

“What’s there to talk about Gerard?”

“Are we… going to break up?” He asked, his voice small. He sat down on the couch across from me. I looked at him with sad eyes.

“If you see this relationship as a dead end, then I don’t see any other outcome,” I said honestly. I heard him gasp and then his eyes watered. My heart broke, but I couldn’t do anything to comfort him. I was just as hurt.

“I-I called Jamia,” he said. “I told her what I was worried about and she actually laughed for a few moments before telling me that it was literally the worst conclusion to come to.” I felt my lips twitch up at the thought of Jamia actually laughing at him. “Then she told me why you called her. I feel like an ass.”

“Yeah. You were kind of being one,” I agreed. He gave me an apologetic smile.

“Frank, I wasn’t going to let you go into making love blind. I was going to reassure you every step of the way and let you know when you’re doing something good.”

“I was scared to voice it, so I called her because she’d always helped me with problems as I had with her,” I explained. Gerard sighed.

“But that’s kind of the problem. I understand that, I really do. But you and I are the ones in the relationship. We’re the ones that need to talk.”

I nodded. “I-I know, but I was scared that maybe you’d change your mind about the whole thing. I really love you, Gerard, and I don’t want to lose you. I never want to lose you,” I said, tears coming to my eyes. Before Gerard, I’d never expressed my feelings so openly, but now I can’t control them.

“I love you just as much, Frank. From now on, we need to talk. We can’t just… not. I miss you. I miss you so much.” I got up from my seat and made my way over to him. I pulled him into a tight hug and it felt like I had just taken a breath of fresh air. My chest didn’t hurt as much and my headache was going away. I just needed Gerard. Gerard was my cure.

He hugged me back just as tight and clung to me, sniffling against my chest. I pulled back a little and tilted his head up. I leaned in and connected our lips. Gerard wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me in closer.

“Missed you so much,” he said against my lips.

“God, Gee, I missed you, too,” I said before slipping my tongue into his mouth and kissing him all the deeper. Before I could even register what was happening, we were laying on the couch, grinding our hips together a little, our members rubbing against each other. The moans he was letting out into my mouth made me grind down harder. I wanted to please him.

“Frank, please,” he panted, pulling from the kiss and giving me a pleading look. I thought about it for a moment, and slowly nodded. He looked relieved as I picked him up and carried him to my room. Thankfully, the girls were napping in his room today.

I shut the door and gently laid him on the bed, kissing along his neck and shoulder before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it about the room. Immediately, he’d tugged my shirt off and leaned up to kiss over my chest, catching one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking. I gasped softly, grinding my hips down against him again. He moaned against my chest. I tugged at his pants, eventually pulling his boxers down with them and took him in.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” I breathed out, raking my eyes all over him. I kissed him on his lips and moved down lower and lower until I was down to his cock. I took a deep breath and summoned all the blowjob videos I’d ever watched before leaning in and licking from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling my tongue around the slit before digging it in. I was afraid I was doing that clumsily until Gerard let out a strangled moan. I looked up at him as I kept licking, and felt a spark of pleasure run down my spine to see him watching me eagerly. I suckled on his tip.

“Frank,” he moaned, causing my eyes to roll back a little. I took him in more and more until I felt myself starting to gag. I paused, breathing through my nose, before continuing on until I swallowed around him. He let out a loud gasp, his hand finding its way into my hair and tugging on it, causing me to let out choked moan around him. Gerard was panting heavily, but I wanted to see him lose it more. I hollow my cheeks as I pull back to give him friction, wiggling my tongue along the underside. With the way Gerard was trying to keep quiet, I felt like a professional. I swelled with pride as I bobbed my head faster and faster by the second.

“Frank, s-stop. I’m close,” he struggled to get out. I pulled off with a lewd slurping sound, panting softly as I wiped my mouth. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” Then he pulled me up for a kiss, moaning as he slid his tongue into my mouth eagerly. I kissed him back just as fiercely. I felt Gerard tug at my sweats and I reached down to pull them off, smirking when I heard the gasp he made when he saw I wasn’t wearing underwear.

I reached out to my bedside drawer and pulled out a box of condoms, unopened, and a new bottle of lube. I sat up on my knees and opened the box, pulling a single one out. I felt Gerard’s eyes on me and I became nervous, and I guess he sensed it because he sat up and took the condom from me.

“I’ll put it on,” he said softly, giving me such a loving smile that I couldn’t possibly feel nervous anymore. I watched him open it and pull it out before reaching down and putting it on me. I moaned softly at the contact, not realizing I’d needed it. “God, you’re so big, Frank. I can’t wait to feel you,” he moaned, laying back down and spreading his legs for me. I blushed, giving him a small smile as I reached for the lube. I opened it and pour some on my finger, spreading it around a little before reach down and circling Gerard’s hole. I wish I could’ve been more romantic about it, but I was nearly clueless on how to do this and I was self-conscious about it.

“Mm, that’s good, Frankie. Just like that,” Gerard praised, looking down at me with half-lidded eyes. “Now, slowly push it in.” I nodded and did as he said, my eyes widening at the feel of him around my middle finger. He moaned lowly, nodding and urging me to keep going until it was all the way in. I waited for a minute before I slowly pulled it out a little and then pushed it back in. “So perfect, baby,” he panted. My tongue was poking out in concentration as I continued to thrust my finger, slowly adding another one when I felt it was time. Gerard seemed to agree because he began moving his hips back to meet my hand.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I praised, keeping my eyes on his face the whole time. His cheeks were flushed and there was a very light sheet of sweat on his forehead. His mouth hung open as he moaned and panted.

“Frank, please, I’m- I want you so bad,” he whined, his voice a pitch higher. I nodded and slowly pulled my fingers out. I poured some more lube onto my hand and slicked myself up before lining up with him. I felt nerves coming back as I stayed frozen in place. Gerard pulled me down for such a passionate kiss that I didn’t even realize when he pressed back on me. I instantly pulled away and watched as my tip disappeared into him, my breath hitching when I felt how tight it was. Slowly, I pushed forward, moaning as more and more of myself was engulfed inside of him. I let my breath go, not realizing I had been holding it.

I was shaking trying to hold myself still because it felt so amazing. It was hot and tight and, fuck, I never wanted this to end. Gerard was clinging to me so tightly, eyes shut tightly.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I asked, beginning to panic. He shook his head frantically.

“No! I swear to God if you pull out right now,” he panted. “You just feel so fucking amazing. Please, move,” he said, opening his eyes and looking up at me. I bit my lip and nodded as I pulled out almost all the way and pushing back in. I kept the same pace until I felt more confident and Gerard was whining at the slow pace. I moved my hips faster, thrusting faster as I gripped his hips tightly to pull him back and meet my thrusts.

“Gerard, fuck, you’re so amazing. I love you,” I repeated over and over as my orgasm approached. Gerard nodded, breathing heavily as he moaned moved his hips back onto me harder.

“I’m so close, Frank. Come with me,” he pleaded.

“Anything.” We moved faster, trying to keep our sounds down as we got closer and closer until we both still and let out loud moans of each other names. I felt proud as I felt him spill between us, untouched, while I filled the condom. I kept thrusting to ride it out before pulling out and laying back next to him, panting heavily as I took the condom off and tied it off before tossing it on the floor by the bed. I couldn’t be bothered with walking to the restroom to throw it away. Gerard cuddled up into my side and I held him tightly.

“God, that was amazing. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” He asked, giggling softly. I smiled.

“You’re just saying that, Gee,” I said, blushing. He shook his head.

“Nope! I came without you jerking me off. That means it was really fucking good for me.”

“Well, now I’m really proud,” I laughed, kissing his forehead. We stayed in silence for a moment before Gerard spoke up.

“I really love you, Frank,” he said. I held him even tighter.

“I really love you, too.”

Then the girls began crying and we smiled to each other as we both got up. I went to wash my hands and brush my teeth while Gerard tended to the girls first. I met him in the room, but watched him carry both girls while he sang to them, like he did the first day I met him. My heart felt so warm and before I knew what I was saying, the world bubbled out of my throat.

“Will you marry me?”

Gerard froze, turning to look at me with a shocked expression on his face. My eyes widened as I realized what I’d asked, but I didn’t in any way regret it. I meant it more than I did the first time I asked that question. Gerard gave me the sweetest smile.

“Yes.”

Notes

I didn't realize this was the last chapter until I wrote it. It feels right. I have ideas for a part two, but it all depends on what y'all want. Let me know! It was such a wonderful experience writing this and I'm so glad this idea came to me what feels like forever ago. I've grown with my characters and even though this is only twenty chapters, I hope y'all've enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Comment and rate. I'd really appreciate it.

Much Love,
-OAIF <3