Honeyboy.

Gerard was in the driver's seat of a Porsche, Frank in the passenger seat. That's right. A fucking Porsche. At this point, Frank didn't honestly believe that the run down excuse for a house he lived in was the best he could afford. Frank just didn't know why he was living there then.

He was dressed in a white button up dress shirt with a vest over it, and dress pants with nice shoes. He looked about as much of the usual Gerard as Frank did his usual self. Not that Frank was complaining. He felt...pretty. And although he. Resented Gerard for stalking him, he didn't mind wearing the outfit.

That didn't stop him from acting like he hated it though. He crossed his arms and pouted, ignoring most of what Gerard said throughout the drive there and staring out the window.
Finally, Gerard parked the overpriced car outside of a mall, undoing his seatbelt and gripping Frank's jaw, turning his face to look up at him. "Listen, honey brat. You listen to me when i speak. And you wipe that pout off your pretty little face. Or I will not hesitate to pull up that nice skirt i bought you, bend you over my knee, and spank you until that pretty ass has my handprint on it for days. Got it?" He muttered, staring into Frank's eyes with fire and lust burning in them.
Frank's cheeks flushed bright pink, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he managed to talk. "Y-Yes, Gerard. I'm sorry." The boy squeaked out, biting his lip. "You're not, really, but you're forgiven regardless." Gerard said, releasing Frank's jaw.

"Now, honeyboy, rules for when we're out in public. I'm here as a treat for you, so be grateful. If you see a shop you'd like to go in, you ask me. You do not talk to anyone but me, you do not look at anyone but me, and you do not wander off. You will hold my hand the whole time, and you will behave. If you want anything, that's fine. Give it to me and I'll buy it. Make sure to buy pretty things too." The man said, getting out of the car and going around to Frank's side, opening the door for him and taking his hand as he stepped out.


He locked the car doors, walking with Frank into the mall.

After a while Frank hesitantly broke the silence between them, looking up at Gerard. "C-Can we go in there?" He asked shyly, pointing to a Victoria's Secret. Gerard smirked, nodding and leading Frank inside, watching off to the side as Frank nervously looked at the lingerie.
He had never had the nerve or the money to go into Victoria's Secret before, but now he had nothing to lose. He ended up with a pair of stockings and garters, and a bunch of panties Gerard had picked out for him.

They went to a few other shops, Gerard buying everything Frank even showed slight interest in.

Near the end of the shopping trip however, Frank had managed to piss Gerard off inadvertently. A few guys had been staring at Frank lustfully, and Frank had made the mistake of looking up at them and batting his eyelashes cutely, and even though it was a little thing, it pissed Gerard off.

Gerard gripped Frank's hand tightly, pulling him along, fuming with anger as he shoved the confused boy into the car, getting in his own side and throwing the bags in the back, starting the car and driving home, ignoring Frank's questions and apologies.

He all but dragged Frank inside the rundown house, sitting in one of the kitchen chairs and bending Frank over his knee, flipping up his skirt. "You were naughty, Frank. Looking at those boys at the mall and batting your eyelashes at them. Would you rather go with them? Hmm?" The boy shook his head immediately.
"They'd just use you Frankie. Use you up. Like the little brat you are." Gerard spat, running a hand over Frank's ass before slapping it harshly, making the boy yelp and squeak out in surprise.
"I wouldn't do that to you." He muttered, bringing his hand down again, the boy squirming a bit and whimpering. "Not to my honeyboy." Slap. "Never." Slap. "Use." Slap. "My." Slap. "Little." Slap. "Honeyboy." Slap.

By now, the boy was no longer yelping, but moaning. Pain. Pain was something he got off on. The little innocent looking boy got off of pain, and Gerard knew it. Gerard smirked, his handprint red against Frank's pale bum as Frank came on himself and Gerard's jeans. "Such a pretty little brat." Gerard mumbled, grinning and flipping Frank's skirt back down.

"Bed time, honeyboy. I'll meet you up there soon."

Notes

Guys guys guess what!! I'm going to a FrnkIero andthe Celebration concert tomorrow whoo have any of you been to a concert of his?