Honeyboy.

The next morning, Frank would've expected it to be more tense and awkward. Though, Gerard acted as if merely 9 hours ago he was simply having dinner rather than spanking Frank's ass pink.



He smiled as Frank's eyelids fluttered open, holding Frank close as that was how they had fallen asleep the night before.

"Honeyboy, does your bottom hurt?" Gerard asked gently, Frank nodding a little sheepishly. Gerard smiled a little, laying Frank on his stomach and pulling a soothing cream from his bedside drawer.

Frank bit his lip to keep quiet as Gerard's fingers gently rubbed the cream on to his bum, always teasingly putting a bit of pressure of the red parts, pressing tiny kisses on Frank's lower back.

After he was finished, Gerard handed him a shirt and a pair of loose boxers, both being Gerard's clothes. Frank quickly changed into them, biting his lip and murmuring a quiet thank you to Gerard who simply nodded and stood up.
"I guess you'd like to eat or something. Well, I'm going to make breakfast. Anything you'd like in particular?" He asked.
"U-Uhm.. I'm vegetarian. So no meat products." The boy said hesitantly, biting his lip. Gerard nodded again, walking to the bedroom door.

"You can watch television in the living room if you'd like. No news though. That would only depress you. Clips of your parents acting like they'd actually miss you. We both know they're glad you're gone." Gerard said, not not noticing the tears forming in the boy's eyes at Gerard's words, though yes, he'd known since he was a toddler that his parents didn't want him around. It still hurt that Gerard had noticed too though.

"But i want you, Honeyboy. And if anyone ever tried to take you away from me, I don't know what I'd do." He whispered, before walking out of the room downstairs.

Frank mustered up the motivation to go downstairs at the scent of toast and eggs being cooked. He walked downstairs, staying silent as he walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Frank turned on the television, watching the cartoon that came on quietly until Gerard came in and went "awww" at the sight of Frank curled up on the couch in Gerard's clothes (not to mention watching a cartoon).

Frank looked up blushing brightly as Gerard set down two plates on the the coffee table. Frank had his hand slapped away from his fork as he reached for it, Gerard rolling his eyes and beginning to feed the boy himself as he had with the soup the first night Frank had been taken. Frank didn't protest.

He was tired, and emotionally drained to say the least. There wasn't any harm in letting Gerard baby him. It made the psycho happy. And honestly, it made Frank a little happier too.

Though, somehow, with each little kindness Gerard showed him, Frank found him less and less awful and disgusting. Wanting less and less to escape.

His parents didn't want him. But it was obvious that Gerard wanted him. Wanted him more than anything. And he'd do anything to keep his honeyboy safe and happy.

Notes

Hi. I have some major writers block. Fuck me.