„Fuck this SHIT!“ There was an angry scream from the small office in the back of the still slow music shop. Frank was crouched over his crammed desk ripping a sheet of paper into hundred tiny pieces out of frustration that he didn’t fill out the order form correctly for the third time in a row now.
This day would be pure hell, Frank sensed. The minute that he had dragged his numb body to his worn out office chair and started work, he had known that this would be an unnecessary, longish and excruciating day full of worries for him.
He had dark circles underneath his eyes, from the lack of sleep and the constant rubbing with his palms, and yes, he had to admit, that a tear or two had slipped him out of pure frustration and anger about his helplessness and lack of control in this situation. His skin tone looked more greyish than it should and he had light stubble around his chin and cheeks, all in all, he looked horrible.

Frank sighed and swept the sheet’s remaining into the palm of his hand and further into the trash bin underneath his desk.

His thoughts were circling again about last night. He had left his bed twice, the first time after he thought he had heard knocking and a voice at the backdoor. As he ripped it open and shot angry hallo’s in the dark backyard he was only met with blackness and the pattering of tiny paws on wet grass. Frank guessed it must have been racoons out at the trash cans or maybe a stray cat. He only wished it would’ve been his stray cat who was finally finding their way home, the one with black fur and hazel eyes, but obviously that wasn’t happening.

The second time he jumped out of bed, though trying to not get his hopes up, was when he thought he had heard footsteps in the living room, but as he dashed downstairs in his pyjamas he found the house empty and for the first time noticed Gerard’s keys, wallet and phone still sitting on the small table in the hall.
Apparently he had left everything at home when they had gone out to the bar, knowing he wouldn’t need any of those items being with Frank.

But Gerard had to come back to pick up his stuff, Frank thought. So he’d see him definitely today, because wallet and phone were crucial items after all.
„Ugh…“ Frank hid his face in his tattooed hands at the thought of meeting Gerard after all that happened last night. His heart was definitely broken by now and he didn’t know how much more shit he could take from him.
Would William drive him, waiting smugly in the car, giving Frank nasty smiles until Gerard would’ve grabbed his belongings?

Maybe he should just pack Gerard’s whole stuff in boxes and leave them outside the house, so the two men could take them away without bothering him. After all they’d went separate ways now and Frank couldn’t bear having the house filled with bad memories.
But no, Frank wouldn’t want to solve this issue cowardly. Furthermore he just couldn’t picture himself, putting Gerard’s many brushes and pencils, the music he loved pressed onto countless Vinyls, his proudly collected special editions of rare comic books, his favourite shirts and shoes into boxes. No, that would be too hard on him just yet.

At the thought of emptying his house of Gerard’s belonging’s Frank’s lip quivered and he felt a pain in his heart, only love could cause.
He shook his head furiously and tried to concentrate on his order form for the new Fender guitars again, but now his hand was shaking and tears soaked the paper. It was no good working at the desk today he figured.

Generally Frank’s job wasn’t bad at all, but it was hard for him to see all the musicians coming to the shop, picking up new instruments or just necessities for their road trip with the band.
They radiated joy and anticipation while talking about their next gig, also a certain coolness and self-assurance Frank envied. He never let it show, but Frank would have changed places with one of those musicians in an instant.
Yes, they often had problems paying their bills, but they never seemed to be bothered that much, they relied on themselves and fate. This was alike to the life Gerard was living with his art, Frank thought, but without him paying for every this and that he wouldn’t be doing so well…

Frank had always know that Gerard was a dreamer, but one that was also capable of doing great things.
So when Frank and Gerard had moved in together in their new home, Frank had secretly promised himself to make Gerard’s wishes come true, whatever he had to sacrifice for it, because if Gerard was happy, he would be too.
But this promise had been really tearing on Frank’s good will in the last couple of months.
Back then he had decided to take the steady, well paying, but not very self fulfilling job at the local music store. At first he had a lot to do with all the instruments in the shop, which made him happy and let him keep a little bit in touch with his passion, music.
His duties would be to keep the displayed instruments in tune, and to decorate the shop window now and then, even play for customers who wanted to hear the instrument in action, or how the different amplifiers sounded. But after some time Frank got promoted, it was more money, which the couple could use well at the time, but also meant a desk job in the back, far away from the instruments he loved. Now he was spending his time with order forms, the shop’s website and social media.
He stopped playing the guitar back then, just because of pure frustration.

And every night he came home, he’d see Gerard on the couch busied with his cell-phone, and not with his drawings and comic books anymore. Sometimes he wasn’t even at home and Frank would come back to an empty and cold house after a long and exhausting day of work. He felt very alone then.

And if Frank asked about his art, Gerard would only be giving snippy answers, while hardly looking at him, as if Frank wasn’t worth to be shared his ideas and stories with anymore.
They had had a big fight once, in which Frank accused Gerard of doing nothing the whole day, and keeping secrets after Gerard had gone almost crazy as Frank snatched his phone to look through it.

„Give it back!“ Gerard had shouted across the room, as Frank grabbed the cell phone from his hands.

„Why can’t I have a look at it? You have nothing to hide, right?“ Frank barked at him while turning his back to Gerard, to stop him from snatching the phone.
„Let’s open the messages, shall we?“

„Oh great, now your life is so fucking boring you have to dig through my messages?“ Gerard snarled as he still tried to grab the phone, though now blocked by Franks broad shoulders.

Frank’s head had shot up at the insult and he turned around, shoving Gerard away from him. „So you think I’m boring, huh?“

„Well, what do you do all day, but sit behind a desk from nine to five, you don’t even play guitar anymore.“ Gerard spat in rage.

„Oh well, so I’m not the great musician Mr. Picasso has wished for, hm?“

„I just thought you would be a bit more interesting Frank, that’s all. Your tattoos can take you only so far, you need a bit of personality too, you know.“ Gerard had had a mean grin on his face, as he had spoken his mind back then.

„Fine. Here- take your fucking phone!“ Frank had forced through his teeth, and tossed it at Gerard.

The cell recoiled from the side of his head, near his eye, which pulled a scream of pain from his boyfriend.

„Fuck you Frank!“ Gerard had yelled, as he pressed his palm over the hurting part of his face, picking up the phone from the floor -it had vibrated once again in his hands- and rushed straight out of the door and hadn’t come back that night.

That was the point Frank had grown suspicious of his behaviour and hired a private investigator to see what his boyfriend was doing all day, while he was at the store working to support him. And the answer had been crushing.

Frank knew that he hadn’t exactly done himself a favour with digging those old stories up right now, because his mood has dropped even further at those hateful memories. But it was Gerard’s fault that he was unhappy, unhappy because of his broken heart, and the boring job he was stuck at.
Maybe he should quit right in this second, after all, it was just himself now he had to care for. But Frank pushed the thought away quickly, he would at least wait for the talk with Gerard.

It was 40 minutes before closing time, and Frank felt nervous as hell. Still he hadn’t heard anything from Gerard that day, he wasn’t expecting to get a call, but maybe he’d show up at the store?

Once again Frank stepped out of the ajar service door to have a smoke to ease his unsettled hands and thoughts, even if it was just for five minutes.
The ashtray was filled with his buds alone, for he had smoked almost a pack, looking for excuses to do something else, the whole day.
As he lit up his cigarette and blew out the first whiff of smoke, he wondered for the millionth time what Gerard was doing, and if he was enjoying himself right now…

---

„Come on- say hi, show your pretty face, Gee" - William had picked up a black leather riding crop and had placed himself closely to the crouched over boy on the couch, where he had left him.
He needed to get the audiences attention right from the start, and a bit of whipping would get them glued to their monitors, their filthy hands in their pants for sure.
William grinned, while bending the flexible item in his hands.

The camera was aimed on the piece of furniture with the two men sitting on it, only Gerard’s face was hidden by the black curtain of his hair, his head turned even further away as he felt William's body heat next to him.
How could this motherfucker dare to use his real name, even if it was just his nickname, for all the perverts and potentially dangerous people out there to know?!

"Don't be shy, my pet" William cooed as he lifted the top of the crop to Gerard's left cheek, pressing against it with some force, to get him to turn his head. Gerard didn’t move his head a bit.

"No?" William grinned, as Gerard didn't comply with his request, he hadn't expected his obedience anyways. With a whipping smack he brought the crop down on one of his handcuffed pet's thighs.
Gerard jerked and hissed at the sudden stinging pain, but still managed not to speak or reveal his face.
He tried to slide further away from William's reach but the other male grabbed him easily at the black studded collar, cutting off his air supply for a second.
"Shhhh- where are you going sweetie?" William snarled and brought the crop down again, this time on the other thigh, with a little more force than before.
A hoarse but audible whimper he couldn't hold in spilled from Gerard's lips - he cursed himself for doing so.

"That's music in my ears, but let our audience have a glimpse at our main attraction, how about a little smile?!"
Gerard still didn't look up, even though he knew the next hit wouldn't be far off.
And he was right, a flurry of blows went down on him like a thunderstorm this time.
Trying to protect himself he pulled his legs up and ducked his head away, but there was something to hit in every position he was in and so William went on to his back, which wasn't better at all.
For a while there was no other sound but the one of meat being pestered with an elastic piping item and yelps of pain each time the target was hit.

"There'll be a lot of training for you my pet, this feisty behaviour isn't acceptable at all." William sighed and stopped hitting the cowering black haired boy, who was now crowded into the corner of the couch, his breath laboured.
Gerard could feel William shifting behind him, which made him flinch and soon the other man towered over him, grabbing Gerard at the collar of his shirt, pulling the shivering boy into a sitting position again.

"Alright you won't need this anymore" William stated and ripped the red shirt with the faded spider on it in two and off Gerard's body, setting his pale and smooth chest free.
"No!" Gerard screamed wide eyed as it was one of his favourite shirts and the only thing he had to wear here. He didn't like to be exposed at all.
William went on and ripped off the remaining parts at his arms which didn't go off at the first time and tossed the torn fabric aside.

"I think you won't need your pants either" William smirked and unbuckled Gerard's pants.
Gerard felt panic rise in him. "Fuck you, NO!" He kicked out and caught William at his shoulder, sending him into slight off balance, loosing the grip at Gerard's fly.

"Don't fight it, Gee, you'd better not fight it, I have a lot more toys for you, but you won't like them that much, I promise."
Gerard swallowed fearfully at the thought of those ‚toys‘, whatever they were, they must cause more pain than the riding crop, which laid lifelessly and discarded on the floor now…
William motioned Dan to come over, who smiled mischievously and grabbed the steady cam.

"Be a good boy, and I'll be nice, or be bad and I'll hurt you very much." William said in a menacing voice- this time Gerard's head turned to face him. His eyes were wide with fright and panic, his lips were parted, and he was shaking from fear and adrenaline.

„Ahh, there he is" William grinned at Gerard's decision to finally look at him and so to show his face to the camera.
Gerard had forgotten that there were cameras at this point, the only thing that was important was William and what he'd do next.

"Lay down on your back and be still or I have to mess up that pretty face of yours a bit more." William commanded.

There was no worse feeling than subjecting to William if he wanted or not, and Gerard asked himself what would happen next if he let the other male do what he intended to. Hastily he thought of a way out of this, but nothing came to his mind, his eyes darted constantly between the window and the door again, but he wouldn’t make it outside whit everyone just focusing on him…

"Gee..." William growled and cracked his knuckles dangerously as the other male didn't show a sign of movement.
"Okey okey!" Gerard whined defeatedly and leant backwards until his hurting and naked back who was swollen and littered with red welts, touched the cool leather of the sofa and grimaced.
It could have been a snug position if his hands weren’t still tied to his back, pressing the sharp metal of his cuffs into his spine and the damaged and already hurting areas.

He felt William's hands tugging on his favourite grey skinny jeans, and the moment they were taken off, tears started to fall from Gerard's eyes, running down his cheeks sideways until they dripped softly into his ear.
Suddenly a camera was aimed on him, the red light blinking all to innocent.

"Yeah bitch, cry a little for us" that was Dan's scornful and mean voice, cutting through Gerard's quiet sobs.
Gerard closed his eyes and turned his head in the other direction, he felt so ashamed he could die.

"Ok fine, get over here" William ordered, but Gerard didn't know if he had talked to him or this disgusting little rat, Dan. This question however was quickly answer as a hand snaked around his balls, squeezing forcefully and he shot up quickly with a scream of pain.
„You better start listening to my commands, could save you a lot of pain, idiot," William growled as he released his grip.
Gerard nodded weakly, while tears were still falling from his eyes.

„Alright, now because I'm nice I'm going to stretch you properly before we start our next scene. Turn around and get on your knees."
Gerard's sobs grew louder but he obeyed, it was two against one, and he was handcuffed too, he couldn't win this, not today.
"And now bend down, until your upper body rests on the back rest of the couch!"
Gerard wiggled himself into the right position, trying to think about anything else but his current situation. He bent down so his ass was sticking out.

"Nice" William grinned and patted the now obedient boy's behind in pleasant anticipation. "Here we go" William said lewdly as he pulled the thin fabric left, down to Gerard's knees, revealing the boy’s smooth and perfect ass he had missed so much.

Gerard's manhood however was hanging lifeless and flaccid in between his thighs, not the view William had wished for.
He'd rather seen him aroused and throbbing, leaking precum from excitement and lust. But William had prepared for this occasion.
He turned away, but came back quickly with a special kind of black underwear.

"Lift your right foot, good- and now the other- perfect." William pulled the fabric up and tucked Gerard in correctly, letting the straps snap on the back of his thighs. It looked pretty hot.
"You are wearing jockstraps now, and are looking extremely hot by the way." William smiled smugly as he marvelled up and down Gerard's now accentuated and meaty behind.
"When you'll be trained properly you won't need them anymore, and if you’re lucky I’ll maybe give some pleasure to you too."
Gerard only groaned and buried his face in the leather cushions. Jockstraps were the last things he'd like to wear. He was so embarrassed.

Soon enough he felt the slimy texture of gel dripping down onto his hole. Then two hands on his backside, one grabbing his cheek and the other spreading the gel almost lovingly over and around his opening.

„Hmm babe, you have the nicest body I know, such a rosy, soft hole, as if you were sixteen“ William purred as he kept massaging Gerard’s puckered hole.

„Save me the details, will you?!“ Gerard forced angrily through his teeth, totally grossed out.

„Hey, get around and hold his head in place when I’m fingering him, I want you to get his expression.“ William spoke in Dan’s direction.
Said one shuffled over to the back rest of the couch, aiming the camera at Gerard’s still tearstained face. Gerard blinked quickly and intuitively turned his head away, but Dan had already grabbed a fistful of his black strands, tearing harshly so he was forced to look into the camera directly.

„I’m going in Gee, enjoy it and loosen up a bit…“

„No…don’t“ Gerard pleaded hopelessly as he felt the digits of two fingers push inside of him, until they were fully buried. He wanted to hide his scrunched up face in the couch, but Dan’s hand held him up and in place forcefully.

„Honestly I can’t wait to bang you“ William breathed as he scissored Gerard open, moving his fingers faster driven by lust and impatience.

„Ahh… please…no!“ Gerard whined as he felt the increasing movements of the man behind him. He tried to move his body sidewards and away from the merciless fingers, which were pushed in and out, but William grabbed his hipbone, positioning him again, leaving no chance for escape.

„Okey I’m gonna fuck him now, I can’t wait any longer“ William huffed after a while and let go of Gerard’s ass, stripping his pants down. „Let him turn around!“ he ordered and Dan’s grip loosened.

„Turn around and lay on your back, Gee“ William ordered while he pumped his erect dick, eying the other male lustfully.

Gerard turned around awkwardly on his knees but hesitated to lay down. He shot William a sad look.

„On your back I said“ William barked and pointed to the broad middle part of the black leather couch.
„But…my back hurts“ Gerard spoke with a small and timid voice, he knew William wouldn’t care, but he had to try.

„That’s your own fault- now go on or I’ll make you!“

„Could you at least undo the handcuffs, please?“ For a second Gerard saw a shadow of empathy rush over William’s face until it’s features turned hard again.
Suddenly he stepped over and grabbed Gerard’s throat, pushing the frightened boy onto the couch with force, while driving a knee between his thighs, to spread them apart.

„You’ll get nothing but my cock shoved up your ass, and now shut your fucking mouth or I’ll gag you, bitch!“ William spat at a totally terrified Gerard.

„Now that’s good material“ Dan snickered as he moved around to film from a different angle. Obviously he enjoyed the violence and harsh words, Gerard had received and Gerard wondered if the lunatic with the steady cam was an actual sadist or just crazy.

„Ahh!“ Gerard’s thoughts were interrupted by a cock sliding inside his stretched ass, making him scream out in surprise and pain.

„Oh yeah babe, enjoy all of my length.“ William moaned as he pushed inside even further until he was buried to the base.

„You filthy rapist… I hope you burn in HELL!“ Gerard growled with a pained expression on his face and tried to give William a proper headbutt, but the other man was quick and dodged the attack.

„Whatever you say sweetheart“ William grinned and pushed Gerard’s legs further up to have even better access and started a hard and fast pace, pounding Gerard merciless into the couch.

Gerard tried to relax his muscles, and breathe, that had helped him with Frank back then and he could feel the burn of the stretch subside a little.
He just had to get this over with, maybe twenty minutes max, and then he’d figure something out.

„Damn you’re feeling so good, this is gonna be hard on me.“ William grunted as he stuffed Gerard’s hole over and over, his balls slapping lively against the boy’s rear. There were rather unhappy sounds from Gerard, groaning with every thrust he took.

„Hey watch this! We’ve got over 300 people watching right now and the comment section is exploding!“ Dan called happily from the back where they had set up the laptop, which was streaming life on twinkdaddy.com.

„Good, what do they write?“ William smirked and turned his head in Dan’s direction, while not pulling out but at least giving Gerard a short rest, for which he was thankful.
„Mostly their appreciation and how much they’d like to fuck him as well, but there are some requests too…“ Dan mumbled fully absorbed with scrolling through the comments, then read them out loud:
„Fuckmaster68 just wants you to kiss him. Lame!“ Dan commented while scrolling further through the comment section .
„Tentedboxershun wants to see his stretched hole. Yeah, I think we can manage that“ Dan grinned, put down the laptop carefully and wandered over armed with his cam.

„Why not give them both“ William spoke, while propping his arms up on either side of Gerard’s head and leaned in.
„I’m gonna bite your fucking lip off and spit it back in your face, bitch!“ Gerard threatened, staring furiously into William’s eyes.

„Smack him!“ Dan snarled at Gerard’s defiant attitude, keeping the steady cam, which was used for close ups, aimed at the two men before him.
William sighed, then raised his hand and brought it down soundly on Gerard’s cheek.

Gerard felt sick to his stomach, his head was ringing and his eyesight swimming, he didn’t know how much more pain he could endure. Strands of his black hair had fallen into his face at the impact of the slap and he felt tears forming again in his glassy eyes.
William’s lips were pressed onto his own, but Gerard didn’t move them, he felt the stubble of the other man’s chin graze over his soft cheeks, but didn’t respond either.

The next thing he felt was William who pulled his rock hard dick out of him, and he knew that they were filming his red and gaping hole, as they pushed his legs apart to stretch it even further. Gerard tried to blur their nasty words about his body out, keeping his eyes shut.

Then two strong hands grabbed his legs and flipped him over to his stomach, pushing him up on his knees, so his ass was sticking out in the air. He felt his cheeks being groped harshly, and the tip of William’s cock rubbing up and down his crack until it was finally pushed back into his hole, which made him jerk forwards.

„Crckn-boydestroyR wants you to make him scream…“ Dan read out loud again, then turned questioningly to William.
„No. I think he’s already had his fill for now“ -William laughed at his own joke- „but we can do a private show just for him someday, if they pay is good, of course.“ he ended and continued fucking the concerningly silent boy beneath him.
After good 15 minutes of fucking Gerard doggy style, William felt himself getting close to his climax.

„Hey I’m gonna need you over here now, get some good close ups of the grand finale“ William joked, then pulled out again of Gerard’s thoroughly stretched hole and smacked his ass lightly.

„Move. On your back again and legs apart, lean back on the back rest.“ William ordered and Gerard complied slowly getting his stiff and hurting limbs, to follow.
William sensed that Gerard was excruciatingly close to his breaking point right now, which was good on the one hand, because he wasn’t fighting it anymore and did what he was told, but bad on the other hand, because if he didn’t fuss around at least a little bit, the cam shows would be boring soon.
He needed to provoke him a bit, to get some life back into that blank face and dull eyes, who weren’t boring holes of pure hate into him anymore.

Dan had finally came over, ready to film and William slid back in the other male’s opening and started rocking his hips back and forth again.
Gerard didn’t even react, he was zoned out staring onto the empty walls. Time to rake his anger, William thought.

„If only Frank could see you now“ William snarled deviously into Gerard’s ear, only for him to hear.

BOOM. Suddenly Gerard was catapulted back to reality and his eyes grew wide and focused again, the pure hatred for his captor was almost tangible.
„I’ll fucking kill you!!“ he screamed at the top of his lungs and kicked out harder than he had before, his whole body fighting with all of his strength as if his life depended on it.

„Shit!“, William uttered as he had been painfully struck twice and smacked down to the floor. He had made a mistake- that had definitely been too much raking the anger. He hadn’t counted on Gerard kicking out like a wild horse, or that the boy still contained so much energy!

„Hold him down!“ William screamed at Dan, who had almost dropped the camera at the sudden event and now gazed dumbstruck and unmoving at the scene before him.
„Uh, uh-yeah!“ Dan stuttered and threw himself at the kicking and cursing Gerard, trying to get a hold of anything he could reach. But that was to no avail with the raging boy, and he ended up getting kicked hard in the groin and collapsed to the floor, clutching his hurting crotch in agony.
„Hah!“ Certain of victory, Gerard jumped to his feet and kicked the whimpering man, that he had learned to hate in such a short time, again and again until he felt satisfaction.
In a murderous frenzy he turned around to take his rage further out on William, but he was gone-

Suddenly and out of nowhere an itchy blanket was thrown over his head, which robbed him of his sight and two strong arms gripped him tightly around the waist, making breathing hard for him.
The feeling of being suffocated was only heightened as the dark fabric draped itself over his mouth and nose. Gerard struggled and squirmed, trying to kick William’s shin or any part that he could reach, but the tightness scared him and he felt his actions lose their power.

„Calm down princess, you’ve fucked this up- accept your defeat!“ William growled. „I’m just waiting for him to get up and punch the shit out of you real good. Just so you know.“

„Hey!“ William poked Dan’s side with the tip of his toe. „Get up man, you can punish him if that makes you feel any better.“ Gerard made another attempt to free himself at William’s words, but the grip around his waist didn’t loosen a bit.

„Now you’re scared shitless, huh“ William’s scornful voice echoed in Gerard’s head, he felt himself shivering now. This would be bad. Very bad. And he wouldn’t even be able to see the punches coming. Then Gerard heard shuffling and groaning.

„There there, he’ll make it quick, won’t you?“

„I’m not so sure about that…“ said a voice directly in front of Gerard, so Dan had gotten up to his feet…

„Whatever, just be sure we get this on camera“ William said and Dan threw the first punch, directly in Gerard’s face.

There was a terrible scream from under the blanket, and William knew it must have been a hard punch, from the force that had thrown Gerard back at him.
„Go a bit easy on him, we can’t afford a smashed face in this business!“ William scolded. „Try to locate your blows a bit more downwards, will you!“
„Ugh…fine“ Dan bitched at the command. The next punch went directly into Gerard’s stomach and one into his chest. William felt the body he was holding going limp.
„Ok stop it, that’s enough, I think he lost consciousness or something.“ Dan lowered his fist disappointedly.
„Let’s lay him down on the couch, the show is over.“ Both men hauled the still covered body over to the couch and William turned the camera on the tripod off. He lifted the blanket to look at Gerard’s face.

There he was, his hair was sticking to a bloody cut in his eyebrow, blood was still dripping from the wound pooling slightly in the cavity of his eye.
Without a word Dan had started to film with the steady cam again, but William said a quick- „thanks for watching, until next time!“- and switched the camera off.

„You don’t need to film that! What’s wrong with you?“ William scolded again.

„But I thought…“

„What? That the whole world wants to see a snuff movie, or what? Actually we just wanted to fuck him, and spice the whole thing up with a few smacks here and there. And now he’s lying here unconscious with a bloody face!“

„Come on, he’s still breathing, probably faking the whole thing.“

„Ok, please leave now, I’ll call you for the next shot, I’m gonna take care of him now.“

„What the fuck I thought we were gonna have chinese now?! What’s your haste?“

„Uh I don’t know“ William said in a sarcastic tone „Maybe it’s because I can’t enjoy my fried rice, while a naked and beaten up guy is bleeding all over my apartment?!“

„Whatever…I’m off, but don’t complain when he wakes up and strikes you down“ Dan snapped and put his shoes on.

„I’ll have an eye on him, no worries- I’ll call you!“ William called out to his grumpy companion.

„Yeah yeah“ Dan grumbled and slammed the door.

Silence filled the shabby apartment.

„Oh Gerard, I really didn’t want that to happen to you.“ William looked sadly at his beaten up ex-lover. He caressed the other man’s arm, then got to his feet to lock the door and put the dead bolt in.
He’d have to go easier on the poor soul, William thought and went into the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Maybe the money they had earned today would make Gerard a bit happier, he thought.

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Frank was sitting at home with a mug of coffee in his hands, still waiting, looking out of the kitchen window now and then. Gerard hadn’t shown up at the store and he hadn’t been at home. He had neither picked up his items nor moved his car, which was still parked on the other side of the street. Gradually he had the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Tomorrow he’d drive to William’s apartment, that was for sure.

Notes

This chapter is very long, but I think it needs to be posted in one part. Had a tough time writing it, sorry it's so brutal, but it'll get better. Maybe.