Emperor's New "Clothes"

***Time Stamp: December***

Frank was content. He didn't remember feeling this good in or about himself in a very long time. His birthday had been amazing, and though it wasn't the kind of party he'd ever expected to enjoy, he had to admit that it was his favorite one since that time when he was twelve and his mum bought him his first proper guitar, back when they still could stand being in the same room together for more than five minutes at a time. He hadn't picked up a guitar in years...not since his dad left.

Frank shook the bad memories aside and focused on more recent, pleasant memories instead. He thought back to thanksgiving, and the meal he'd made for Gerard, Micha, Pete and himself. It had been like they were family...more than Frank's ever had been anyway...he'd eaten with them at the table, and Gerard had even helped him with the cleanup, though there wasn't that much to do after the meal, as Frank was pretty good at tidying as he went along.

Frank was still a bit guarded around Micha, as he couldn't forget what she'd said, no matter how hard he tried...but he was trying, and he did his best to ignore the odd dig she sent his way, and just get on with his chores and be the best pet he could be.

How this had become his life, he still wasn't entirely sure...but he liked it, and would be lying if he said he didn't like Gerard as a bit more than his Master too.

He had just finished laying the table for dinner, and was bending over to get the Baked Penne with Roasted Vegetables out of the oven, when he heard a throat being cleared behind him.

"Dinner almost ready Frankie?"

Frank straightened up with the oven dish in his gloved hands. He turned and smiled at Gerard.

"Yes sir, I just have to toss the salad and it's ready."

He placed the dish on a placemat in the middle of the table.

"You have time to change if you want."

"I think I'm okay. It's just us tonight anyway."

Gerard loosened his tie and took off his jacket.

"So Frankie, what do want for Christmas this year?"

Frank looked up from the fridge as he collected the salad and bottle of homemade dressing.

"Nothing sir."

He said quietly. He shut the fridge door and stood the salad down to toss it.

"Why Frankie? Don't you think you deserve something? I would say that you have been very good these past months."

"Thank you sir...but it wouldn't feel right getting a gift when I can't give one back."

"Oh well I can understand that, but as your Master, I still plan on getting you something."

Frank looked down as he concentrated on the salad for another moment, then took it and the dressing to the table.

"That's very kind of you, but it's not necessary, really sir."

Gerard stepped up to Frank. He turned him slowly to face him.

"Frankie. You are very special to me and therefore it is necessary."

Frank smiled slightly.

"Alright sir..."

He said quietly.

"If you say so."

"Good. Now let’s eat."

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Frank waved Gerard off to work the next morning and set about his chores for the day. His first was to place the online food order, but after the conversation last night, Frank had decided that he needed to do something.

Turning on the computer, Frank logged onto his Tiffany & Co. account and browsed for gift ideas. He'd had an account with them for several years now, and his credit card details were already in their system, so Frank just needed to enter his private password to make a purchase.

After several minutes, he found a lovely silver necklace with a round turquoise pendant on that was perfect for Micha...he then searched for something for Gerard. That search was a little harder, as nothing seemed enough somehow...that was until he spotted a heavy brown leather and sterling silver knot bracelet that sent shivers up Frank's spine...it put images of the club in his head, and he unconsciously let his hand trail down onto the growing tent in his pants.

Frowning slightly because he didn't really have time right now, he removed his hand and decided to leave it until later...It had however given him an idea, so after finalizing his purchases and arranging for them to be wrapped and delivered at a time that he knew he would be alone, Frank logged out of the site and logged onto his account on another, all together more adult site.

Again, on this site, an adults only shop called Lovehoney.com, he already had his credit card details with them, so he quickly started his search and found what he was looking for within five minutes. Grinning in anticipation, Frank payed then logged out, then made sure to delete the two sites from the internet history before turning the computer off and getting on with his other chores.

He left his cock hard in his pants the whole day, kind of eager to see if Gerard would notice when he returned home.

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"Merry Christmas everyone."

"Yes Merry Christmas."

Micha and Pete were on a video call from Milan. Gerard missed them, but it was their anniversary so he understood. Frank smiled and waved at the screen from over Gerard's shoulder, but didn't say anything.

"We will be back in time for the New Year’s Party. Have fun you two."

Then they were gone. Frank stood back up straight and turned to head into the kitchen.

"So Frankie, when did you want to open you present?"

Frank smiled to himself with his back to the older man.

"Well I just have to get these cookies out of the oven, then I'm free for..."

He looked at the clock on the kitchen wall.

"...a little over an hour before I need to put the salmon on."

"So then let’s go, hurry up!"

Gerard joked.

"Yes sir."

Frank rolled his eyes, then bent over to slide the tray of sugar cookies out of the oven. He carefully transferred them onto a cooling rack and placed the baking tray into the sink to cool. When that was done he returned to the living room.

"I just need to get something."

He dashed to his bedroom. While he was gone Gerard went and placed Frank's present under the tree.

Frank closed his bedroom door and quietly opened his small closet. He moved a few things around and pulled out the three packages he had hidden there; one for Micha, and two for Gerard. He closed the closet door then left his room to return to the living room. He entered hesitantly.

"Sir?"

He said nervously from the doorway.

"Yes Frankie, come on."

Frank chewed on his lip as he walked over, the presents hidden behind his back.

"Sir I...please don't be mad?"

He leaned down and set the three gifts under the tree.

"Frankie...how did you..."

Gerard was stunned. He could not believe that Frank went and bought presents.

"I'm sorry sir...I know I shouldn't have, but when you insisted on buying me something..."

He eyed the gift before looking back at the floor.

"...how could I not?"

He looked up slowly.

"I have accounts with several online stores. They have my account details and I just needed to give my password."

He swallowed heavily.

"I'm sorry."

He dropped his eyes to the floor as he dropped to his knees by Gerard's chair.

"Oh Frankie...You shouldn't have. You didn't need to..."

Gerard was at a loss for words. This was nothing like the Frank he knew before all this.

I got something for my mum too, and had it delivered to her..."

He chuckled slightly.

"I just hope she doesn't have a heart attack from the shock."

He picked up one of the ones he'd written Gerard's name on and handed it to him.

"I hope you like it."

Gerard opened the giftwrap and was surprised to see the blue Tiffany box. He looked at Frank stunned.

"If you don't like it I won't be offended."

Frank assured.

Gerard opened the box and gasped.

"Oh Frankie."

He pulled out the cuff style bracelet and put it on immediately.

Frank chewed his bottom lip.

"You...you like it?"

"I do, I really do

Frank smiled wide.

"Okay your turn."

Gerard grabbed the four boxes under the tree.

"Merry Christmas Frankie."

Frank's eyes widened.

"They're all for me?"

He knew he should've bought more.

"Yes and they all go together!"

Gerard clapped as he watched Frank unwrap the three biggest ones.

"Oh my God Gerard...I mean...I mean sir."

Frank swallowed.

"Thank you so much."

"You're welcome Frankie, but you still have one more to go."

"Can I give you your other one first please?"

Frank picked up the other, bigger box that was wrapped in plain black wrap, and offered it to Gerard.

"How about at the same time?"

"Ok then."

Frank handed over Gerard's gift and accepted the one from him.

"On three?"

Gerard started to open the box that Frank gave him, but he was watching for Frank's reaction to his last gift.

Frank shuddered as he found the two collars inside the box in his hands. He could feel himself getting hard at the mere idea of wearing them. He looked up, pupils blown with need already as Gerard opened his gift.

"One is for show Frankie, just something fun that also matches the boots. The other is for playtime."

Gerard smiled as he finished opening his gift.

"Oh..."

Frank blushed.

"I guess we're on the same page...Sir."

"I guess so."

At that point the timer for the cookies dinged.

"Merry Christmas Frankie."

***Time stamp: New Year’s Eve***

Frank was excited to go out, but not so much because of where they were going. Truth be told, he would prefer to go to the club, but that wasn't on the cards tonight, as there was a corporate New Year's party that he was expected to attend. He usually liked these dos, but he was a little nervous about how he'd be treated, considering that apparently no one actually liked him.

"Now Frankie, when we get to the party, you are on your own. It would look too strange and cause too many questions if we were seen together."

Gerard instructed the driver to drop him off on the corner where he would meet and arrive with Micha and Pete. Gerard leaned forward and placed a hand on Frank's thigh as the car slowed down.

"I trust you Frankie."

He then got out and into Pete's car. Frank went on alone. Frank was shaking slightly as the car pulled up outside the venue, but he shook himself out of it and pulled himself together then climbed out and headed inside.

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"Mr. Way, looking handsome as ever and Micha, you and Mr. Wentz make a striking couple."

The three of them were standing talking to the unofficial host of the party. Micha kept unconsciously rubbing the necklace that Frank gave her for Christmas when she and Pete returned. She was truly taken back by the gift as well as both the gifts that Gerard received. She didn't care that the stone was not an emerald, she wore it with pride. Both Gerard and Pete flanked her and Gerard kept a soothing hand on the small of her back as she spoke to the host while she kept her arm laced with her husband. Gerard gave the room a scan and saw Frank talking to a fellow CEO. A woman that was known to have elicit affairs with other CEOs, married or not.

Frank had slept with Abigail Porter on more than one occasion...in fact, on every occasion that brought the two and alcohol into the same room, they seemed to end up fucking in a boardroom or bathroom before the night was out. Tonight Abigail was wearing possibly the sluttiest gown Frank had ever seen, and normally he would've been all over her, but somehow tonight, it just left him cold. He nodded politely and laughed at the appropriate moments, in between sips of champagne. He knew she wanted to go somewhere more private...she wasn't exactly subtle.

"So Frankie, shall we leave these stuffed suits for a bit. I would love to see you out of yours."

She ran a hand down Frank's chest and barely grazed his crotch.

"Uh..."

He glanced over at Gerard and took a large gulp of his drink.

"I'm not really up for it tonight Abbi."

"Well I can feel that of course, but I think I can do something about that."

She pushed Frank into a dark corner and slipped a hand down his pants.

"Abbi NO...not here."

He pulled her hand out and pushed her back a step, looking around self-consciously.

"What's wrong Frank. You sick or something? We look forward to this every year!"

Abigail gave Frank a strange look. She saw that he was distracted and looked where he was looking. She saw that he was looking at Mr. Way.

"Oh, that's what's got you distracted huh? Yeah I heard that bastard got another contract from under you. Sorry about that Frankie, you'll get him next time."

Gerard was "that bastard" ever since he turned Abigail down cold one party. She didn't understand. She had every man she ever wanted and some multiple times, but not Way.

"He's not...I mean..."

Frank caught himself, turning his attention back to the busty brunette in the almost-there dress.

"I mean it's not that. I just think I've drank too much...I haven't been drunk in a while, and I didn't eat today..."

He trailed off.

"Awww poor baby. Come on, let's get you something to eat then."

She placed a hand on Frank's back and ushered him to the table.

"Uh, yeah...ok then."

Frank glanced at Gerard as they passed...he sent him a slightly pleading look and wished that Gerard could read his mind and somehow rescue him...it didn't happen, and Frank found himself in front of a long table with every kind of canapé and vol au vent known to man.

"That's a lot of food."

He murmured absently.

"Mmmm, so we need to pick out the right kinds for you."

Abigail grabbed a plate and loaded it with oysters, canapes with avocados, bacon wrapped asparagus, and chocolate with chilies. She giggled as she grabbed a bottle of red wine and then Frank's hand and dragged him out of the main room to an empty conference room. She closed and locked the door and set the plate on the table.

"Eat up big boy, you are gonna need your stamina."

She popped the cork on the wine bottle and took a pull right from the bottle, letting the dark red drip from her mouth down her chin and settle between her breasts. Frank picked up a canapé and sniffed it...cheap, mass produced rubbish...he put it back on the plate...he could make better than that with his eyes closed and one arm tied behind his back. He looked at Abigail...she was so obvious it was almost sad.

"Well come on Frankie eat up!"

She picked up an oyster and wrapped her mouth around it sucking it down obscenely. Frank gagged slightly, and decided to use it.

"Fuck...I'm gonna be sick!"

He exclaimed, slapping a hand over his mouth and dashing for the bathroom that was ensuite to the conference room. He slammed the door shut and locked it, then proceeded to do a first class impression of a drunk man puking his guts up.

"Ugh gross, total turn off."

Abigail cut Frank loose and went back to the party to find another conquest.

"Hey there Abby baby, didn't think to see you back here so soon."

Abigail smirked when she saw Charles; another favorite of hers to hook up with.

"Yeah, I didn't either, but Iero apparently can't hold his liquor. He's tossing it in the conference room as we speak."

"Man, he's gotten soft huh?"

"Yeah, in more ways than one."

She reached between them and cupped his bulge.

"You aren't though. Come on let's find another empty room."

"Now you are talking my language baby."

Gerard listened to them leave and then whispered to Micha that he was going to find Frank. Gerard went and found the conference room she was talking about. He saw the abandoned food and wine.

"Frankie?"

Frank was sat on the floor of the bathroom...he had heard Abigail leave, and almost puked from relief.

"Sir?"

He whispered, looking at the closed door in disbelief.

"Frankie, open up, it's me."

Frank crawled to the door and unlatched it, sitting back against the wall afterward. Gerard looked down at the once proud CEO. He was pretty shaken up.

"Oh Frankie."

Gerard stepped in and knelt down to hold the younger man.

"I locked the door so it's just us.

Frank looked up slowly.

"She wanted to...but I didn't...couldn't."

He chewed his lip and looked down.

"Just the thought..."

He glanced at the toilet, then back up.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing Frankie, nothing is wrong with you. You are now just seeing how meaningless sex isn't worth anything. There has to be feelings involved."

"I've...I've never had that."

Frank shook his head, a slightly perplexed look on his face.

Gerard chuckled. He couldn't help it.

"Well you never really wanted it did you?"

Frank frowned slightly.

"When I was young I did...but..."

Gerard touched Frank's face lightly.

"What do you want Frankie?"

Frank leaned into the touch and sighed.

"I want..."

He squeezed his eyes shut.

"I want to learn how to feel."

He opened one eye to peek at Gerard, hoping he wasn't going to laugh at him.

"I can help you with that. When we leave here we can go to the club if you like. You can try out your new collar."

"Please...can we go now?...I don't want to be here anymore...Sir."

"Take the limo back to the house and send it back for me. Get ready and I will be along shortly."

Frank smiled with relief.

"Thank you sir."

"Of course Frankie. Now, I will leave first."

Gerard patted Frank on the head and then stood up brushing off his slacks. He looked down at Frank on his knees before him.

"You look really good tonight Frankie."

"Thank you sir..."

Frank gazed up at Gerard.

"So do you."

Gerard smiled.

"Thank you Frankie, now I'll see you at home."

Then Gerard was gone.

***Time stamp: Valentine's Day***

Frank was up early. He had struggled to sleep last night, and now, at a little after 5am, he was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on a large cup of strong coffee as he warmed both his hands on the cup. He thought about the fact that he'd never spent Valentine's Day with someone he actually cared for...because he'd never really cared before...until now. It had dawned on him not so long ago that he did actually feel something for Gerard, though with so little experience of feelings, he hadn't been able to identify what. It was this that had kept him awake so many nights recently...and it was getting annoying.

Sighing, Frank looked at the clock on the wall and realized he'd been zoned out for quite a while, and it was now 6:30. Frank chugged the last mouthful of his now cold coffee and stood up. He went over to the sink and rinsed the cup before putting it in the dishwasher and starting breakfast. He decided to make pancakes today...blueberry ones...Gerard's favorites.

At five minutes before seven, Frank heard footsteps approaching the kitchen, just as he started to plate up the food.

"Good morning Frankie. Happy Valentine's Day."

Gerard came into the kitchen and laid a red box tied with a white ribbon on the table.

Frank turned around and nearly dropped the plates he was holding.

"Oh my God...you d-didn't have to get me anything...I..."

He looked down at the ground, his shoulders slumping.

"I didn't get you a gift."

He looked up slightly through his lashes.

"I've never been with anyone long enough to give gifts for Valentine's."

His cheeks felt like they were on fire.

"I decided that you really deserved it and tonight we are going out."

Frank's eyes widened with excitement.

"The club?"

He asked, a grin spreading on his lips as he put the plates on the table.

"No, we are going to a very private party."

Gerard sat down at the table.

"Open your gift Frankie."

Frank smiled as he sat down. He reached for the box and opened it, carefully pulling the white ribbon undone, then lifting the lid. He gasped. Inside was a collar, but not just a normal collar, and not like the ones Gerard gave him for Christmas...no, this collar was amazing. It was gold and silver with black and white diamonds, and had a silver skull and crossbones design on the front, encrusted with more white diamonds, and with black ones as the eyes.

"You...this is..."

Frank looked up at Gerard with saucer-like eyes.

"This is beautiful...thank you sir."

"You deserve it Frankie. Now I have a meeting today, but i should be done early. Get all your chores done and put on the outfit I gave you for Christmas and this collar and be ready to go when i get home okay?"

"Yes sir."

Frank nodded enthusiastically.

"You have got time to eat breakfast first though...right?"

He smiled hopefully.

"I would never miss your cooking Frankie."

Gerard waited to be served the amazing pancakes he could smell on the stove. He noted that they were heart shaped for the occasion. It made him smile. His pet was indeed coming along nicely. He could not wait till tonight.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's life?

So time jumps, presents, and Frankie turned down the hoe!!...fun huh?!

Until next time...PLEASE COMMENT, and peace out babies!
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