Live-in Nanny Wanted!

“Frankie, would you do me a favor and bend me over this couch and fuck me hard?” Gerard asked as I walked into the living room. What the fuck?

“What did you just say?” I asked, my eyes widened quite a bit. Gerard raised his brow.

“I didn’t say anything? Frank, are you okay?” He asked, walking closer to me. Instinctively, I took a step back causing him to stop.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m all right. Um, mind watching the girls while I take a shower?” I asked. He shook his head, his face full of concern. I smiled, hopefully, normally, and then ran into the restroom. I splashed some water on my face and took a deep breath.

“All right, Frank. Get your shit together. These feelings for him are getting out of hand,” I whispered to myself. I got naked and turned on the tub faucet. I turned on the shower and stepped in, relishing in the hot water hitting my chest. I let out a small moan and then set out to shampooing my hair, just relaxing. I closed my eyes, washing the soap out of my hair, lightly scratching my scalp. I sighed softly, not caring about the water getting in my mouth. After getting all my shit done, I walked to my room with the towel wrapped around my waist. I cursed myself for forgetting some clothes due to keeping away from Gerard.

“Frank?” I heard his voice from the bottom of the steps. I walked over to the railing and leaned over.

“Yeah?” I said. We made eye contact.

He smiled. “The mail just came in. Want me to get it?” He asked. I raised my brow. He couldn’t wait until I was fully dressed and downstairs to say that? He’s weird.

“Um, no. No, that’s okay. I’ll get it. Thanks, though. I’m gonna go get dressed,” I said, pointing my thumb behind me in the direction of my room and pushing off the railing.

“You look better like that,” he said. I stopped my movements.

“Repeat that?” I said, getting frustrated with my own fucking mind.

“I said, okay, I’ll be here?” He said, eyes squinted in confusion. I don’t blame the kid. I’m confused with my own shit. “Are you sure you’re okay, Frank? You haven’t been in a band that long, have you? Losing your hearing already?” He teased, a playful smile on his lips. I give him the finger as I walk away.

“Kiss my ass,” I laugh. I hear his laugh as I close the door. I pull off my towel and lay down on my back. This bed is so comfortable. It was worth the almost heart attack I had when I saw the price tag. I sighed contently, closing my eyes and being surprised that they felt heavy. I guess I didn’t get enough sleep.

“I wonder…” I yawn, “if Gerard would mind if I took a little nap,” I said sleepily as I let myself drift off.

“Frankie, do you know how much you tempt me? Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Gerard asked, standing over me in bed. His eyes were full of a fiery want. I felt my body react to it. “Your fucking smile, your laugh, and oh, god, your tattoos. You’re so caring, nice, funny, and beautiful,” he says, climbing on the bed and sitting down on my stomach. I look down at our bodies and that’s when I see that he’s wearing absolutely nothing. I think I literally died and went to Heaven, because holy fuck me twice!

I bite my lip and look back up at him. “Gerard, is this… real?” I ask. Gerard shrugs.

“Does it matter? Enjoy it while it’s here,” he smirks. I quickly sit up and gently push him off of me by his shoulders.

“It matters. You matter to me. I want more than just a fuck buddy. I want a relationship,” I explain. I actually want to smack myself for passing up an opportunity, but I understand where my Heart is coming from. My mouth is right to listen to it. Gerard means more to me than sex. As much as I want him, I want his love first. I want him to love my girls first. I want his laugh and smile and that little gleam he gets in his eye when he sees his favorite movie is on.

“Frank?” I’m shaken from my sleep. I bolt my eyes open and sit up quickly.

“What? What? What’s wrong? Are the girls okay? Are you okay?” I ask frantically as I stand up. I look down at myself and blush, quickly picking up my towel and covering my lower half.

“Um, I didn’t see anything, if it’s any consolation,” he offers. I raise my hand to stop him to talking.

“Just… don’t. What is it? Did you need something?” I ask quietly, trying to get over my embarrassment. He gives me a sympathetic smile.

“Um, I wanted to ask if you wanted to come over to my parents for dinner? Mikey just got home, so we’re going to have a family dinner,” he asked.

“No, thank you. That’s your family time, yeah?” Gerard nodded. “Go have fun with your family. I’ll be here,” I say.

“But I want you to come,” he says softly, looking down at his floor. I sigh and take a seat on the bed, patting the spot next to me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. He seems reluctant to tell me, but eventually opens up.

“My dad is going to be there. And, well, he constantly praises Mikey and ignores me.” My heart breaks a little with how small he sounds. Like a little kid who was in trouble and scared about his parents finding out about the bad thing he did.

“I would give you hug, but I’m only in a towel,” I say, hoping to make him laugh. He shakes his head, opening his arms and pulls me into him. I hesitantly hug him back, rubbing his back softly.

“I’ll go, okay?” He nods against my shoulder and pulls himself away.

“Sorry. Um, I’ll go dress the girls while you get some clothes on.” I smile at him and watches as he leaves, shutting the door behind him. I let out a breath I’d been holding. Great, I’m having dinner with his shit father. As long as he stays happy, though. I get dressed in a white v-neck and some black jeans and spray some cologne on myself before going out to the living room. I see Gerard struggling to get Cherry’s clothes on and make my way over to help him.

“You look like such a dad,” I comment, pulling her arms through the arm holes of the little dress I bought for one of them when I thought they were just one baby. I love surprises, to say the least.

“Do I at least look like a good dad?” He asks, shooting me an amazing smile. I can’t even control myself right now.

“Yeah. You do,” I say softly, giving him a serious look. His smile disappears and he stares back at me. And there we are. Staring into ear others eyes as if it were a fucking Disney movie, but I don’t care. I’d be a cliché fuck with him any day and only him. I focus away from my thoughts and back to him; his face is closer than it was a few seconds ago, but I don’t mind it. Quite the opposite actually. I want it. Him. This. Us. Our lips are so close to touching, our eyes never leaving the others when his phone rings and breaks the tension. I pull away from him, realizing what was happening.

I can’t do that. I want him to live his life first. I want him to experience things before deciding he wants us to be a family. I don’t want to wake up in five or ten years and he tells me that he doesn’t love me anymore. I can’t do that. I can’t have that happen, especially to the girls. Their feelings mean more to me than anything. I don’t want them to get attached to Gerard as a parent and he leaves to, like, discover himself.

I go back to dressing the girls and pick them up. I wait as Gerard talks on the phone, not paying attention to what he’s saying. I felt hurt that I could allow myself to almost kiss him. Finally, he turns back to me.

“That was my mom. They’re all ready for us,” he says quietly. The tension is so fucking heavy between us but I force a smile and nod.

“Okay, let’s get going, yeah?” I say. He nods and takes Lily from my arms. We walk outside together and Lily is strapped in by the time I get to the car after locking the front door. I strap Cherry in and get in the car. As I’m backing out of the driveway, Gerard clears his throat, causing my ears to perk up. He’s going to say something.

“Um, Frank about what happened in the living room,” he started. I took a deep breath and gave him a tiny smile as I turn the radio volume a little higher, silently telling him that I don’t want to talk. He nods, looking sad, but doesn’t say anything and I’m grateful. I’m so confused with myself.

Notes

Very short chapter, but I'm kinda taking my time with the other stories because Kill All Your Friends was very emotionally draining, so I need some time. Sorry! I hope you've all enjoyed this chapter. I promised smut, yes, but I have to slowly work my way into that. Frank's fantasies are just going to be getting more intense, though.

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