Emperor's New "Clothes"

***Time Stamp: January***

Frank didn't miss the boardroom at all...boredroom more like it...and he was loving his new career path as cookery teacher. He got to meet interesting and new people...he had made some new friends...and he got to spend his days doing something he truly loved to do. He did however, miss Gerard.

That was what brought him out of his apartment late at night when he was feeling the loss a bit more than usual. That was what had him parked in his matte black Shelby GT500, with the tinted windows, at just after midnight, just across the street from the club.

He had done this rarely to begin with, but now, after nearly four months, he was here every weekend...twice sometimes...despite the fact that he had only caught a glimpse of Gerard a handful of times.

He knew he was being pathetic; that the other man didn't want him, but he couldn't shake the want that lay heavy in his belly...he even considered getting dressed up in the "clothes" that he used to wear in the club for Gerard, and going in after him...he didn't though...he didn't have the balls for that...for being rejected all over again.

Sighing heavily, Frank started his car, put her in gear and drove away...he had to stop this soon; it wasn't healthy...soon.

***Time Stamp: April***

"Bye guys, see you next week."

Frank waved to the young couple as they headed out after his final class of the day. Samantha and Sara had been coming for the past month, and they were actually getting rather good now. Frank started packing away the equipment they'd used when the door opened behind him.

"Sorry..."

He called, without looking back...his mind on whether he wanted pasta or pie for dinner tonight, and why Sara had gotten out an egg whisk when they didn't use any eggs today.

"...but we're closed for the day...we open 9am to 4pm, Monday to Saturday."

"Do you do private lessons...Frankie?"

Frank stilled, the whisk slipping from his fingers...that voice. Slowly he stood from where he'd been crouched to replace the implements. He turned, eyes wide, fingers oddly numb.

"Sir."

He breathed out, barely audible in the quiet room, and silent to his own ears as his heartbeat pounded loudly. He swallowed, though his mouth was suddenly dry.

"Hey, Frankie. You can call me Gerard you know. Contract's over and all."

Gerard walked in and looked at what Frank was making. Frank couldn't speak, he was just staring in shock at the older man...he hadn't even blinked yet.

“Are those eggs?"

"Eggs?"

"Well, you had a whisk so I thought you were making eggs."

Frank's brain finally caught up with what was happening...he shook his head.

"No...its Tofu Scramble, my last class was vegan only."

"Oh! Well, it is nice that you branch out to include everyone."

Gerard pulled up a stool and watched. Frank stared at him for a moment.

"Why are you here?"

"I wanted to say hi. Do you want me to go?"

"No!"

Frank said, maybe a little too quickly.

"I mean...it's good to see you."

Gerard smiled.

"It is good to see you too Frankie."

"I..."

Frank swallowed, looking down.

"I've missed you."

"I missed you too Frankie, especially your cooking."

Gerard chuckled lightly so Frank would know it was not all he missed. Frank smiled.

"Well this scramble isn't quite up to my standards, but I could whip something up for you if you like."

"Why don't you show me how to make something?"

"Really?...you actually want a lesson?"

"Sure, why not. Let's see how good a teacher you are."

"What do you want to make?...something savory?...or something sweet?"

"How about...something savory."

"Okay then..."

Frank thought for a moment.

"How about some Baked Vegetable Coconut Tempura?"

"Sounds delicious. Should I take my suit off, am I gonna get dirty?"

Frank nodded, a smirk spreading on his lips.

"Most likely."

"Well then..."

Gerard takes off his jacket and tie and then slips off his button down shirt revealing a simple white t-shirt under it all.

"Do I get an apron?"

Frank raised an eyebrow.

"Well, you could have one...or..."

"Gerard smirked

"Not sure how sanitary it is to take off my pants Frankie."

Frank feigned shock, eyes wide, hand over his heart.

"Your pants?...whatever made you think of doing that sir?"

"Oh, I thought you were saying I could protect my pants by taking them off."

Gerard laughed at his mistake. He instead tied the black apron on that Frank handed him.

"Okay, so I take it we wash hands first?"

"Of course."

They went over to the sink under the window.

"How's Micha?"

Frank asked as they dried their hand a minute later.

"She good. Actually, she and Pete are expecting. Micha is glowing and over the moon and Pete just can't shut up about it."

"Is the nursery painted green?"

Frank smirked as they walked over to the oven.

"Nah, that's Michy's color."

"So are we baking or frying?"

"Well, they're called Baked Vegetable Coconut Tempura, so what do you think?"

Frank raised an eyebrow but kept his expression basically neutral.

"Right, sorry, I guessed I missed that part."

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come after all. Gerard was regretting his rash decision. Frank rolled his eyes, laughing slightly and nudging Gerard with his elbow.

"Lighten up Gerard...I was joking."

He turned on the oven.

"First we preheat the oven to 400ºF."

Gerard just stood back and watched.

"Could you get two large baking sheets from that cupboard please?"

Frank pointed to a low cupboard behind Gerard. Gerard bent down and grabbed the sheets.

"Here you go Frankie."

He felt awkward and out of place. This was a terrible idea.

"Gerard?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"

Gerard flashed a smile. Frank put down the parchment papers he had just got out and stepped over to stand in front of the older man...he took the baking sheets from his hand and put them down on the counter then took both of Gerard's hands in his. He looked up into his eyes.

"I don't know...you tell me why you look like you'd rather be anywhere but here."

"I want to be here Frankie...I just don't know if you want me here."

Frank sighed, squeezing Gerard's hands slightly.

"Gerard, I have been dreaming of you showing up since you vanished from my life...I have missed you more than you could know..."

He blushed red.

"I Facebook stalked you."

"You Facebook stalked me? Frankie, I have the most boring Facebook in the world."

Frank giggled.

"No...I do..."

He looked down, his smile and heart sinking.

"...but you've not seen it, so never mind."

"Sure I have. You changed your profile pic from being all imposing too much more lighthearted."

"I also kinda...watchedyououtsidetheclub."

Frank garbled out quickly. He kept his head down, but a smile twitched at his lips.

"You what Frankie?"

Frank looked up slowly through his lashes, a blush spreading on his cheeks.

"I...I watched you outside the club...I wanted so badly to join you."

"Why didn't you?"

Gerard brought his hand to Frank's cheek and slowly brought his face up.

"Cause you didn't want me."

Frank wasn't used to being so open with his feelings...it was scary, but somehow kind of freeing.

"I never said I didn't want you, Frankie."

"You left!...You didn't even tell me you weren't coming back..."

Tears brimmed in Frank's eyes.

"And you never said you did."

"Frankie...the contract was over. You were free to do what you wanted it. I did not want to hold you back and keep you...hostage, any longer."

"Hostage."

Frank said, feeling the tears slip down his cheeks.

"I wouldn't have stayed as long as I did if I didn't want to be there...Sure, at first it was cause of the bet...but, not the whole time..."

He looked down again.

"I guess that was just me, though."

"Wait...what are you saying, Frankie? You wanted to be there with me?"

This was news to Gerard. Frank nodded, eyes still on the floor, face wet with tears.

"Yeah *sniff*, kinda started to feel like that from the first time you took me to the club...I wanted you to want me like that boy you went off with. *sniff*"

"Frankie...that was more than a year ago. Why didn't you ever tell me how you felt?"

"Cause you didn't want me...I was just a bet."

"Frankie...I never said I didn't want you. I thought you didn't want me. That you were only there because of the contract."

Frank looked up.

"We're both idiots."

"Yeah we kind of are."

Frank chuckled, shuffling a little closer to Gerard's body.

"So do you really want to cook, or is there something you'd rather do?"

He smirked slightly as he ran a finger lightly from the center of Gerard's chest, to just above his belt buckle.

"I have a feeling this idea has been cooking in your brain for a while."

Frank shrugged one shoulder, feigning innocence.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about...Sir."

He wiggled his eyebrows.

"It's not nice to lie Frankie."

Gerard dipped down and pressed his lips to the side of Frank's neck inhaling the skin as he went.

"You smell delicious Frankie."

"Chocolate scented body wash."

Frank giggled.

"No Frankie, not that. I can smell you."

Frank shivered, his breath hitching.

"Wanna know something else?"

He nipped at the skin lightly

Frank nodded.

"Yes, sir."

He'd missed this so much.

"When you saw me at the club, I was not there to play. I was there to assist Mistress L. I did not want to play without my pet there."

"Your pet?"

Frank was almost afraid to ask...did Gerard have a new pet?...was it the boy from before?

"Yeah, Frankie. My perfect pet...you."

"I'm..."

Frank swallowed, feeling relief wash over him.

"Really?"

"Yes Frankie, really."

Frank smiled.

"You wanted me there?"

"Of course I did Frankie."

Gerard continued to kiss along his neck up to his ear.

"Why wouldn't I want you?"

Frank shuddered as Gerard's warm breath played over his skin.

"I..."

He was scared to say what he felt.

"D-doesn't matter."

"Frankie...tell me."

"You're you and I'm just..."

Frank looked down.

"Why would you want...me."

He trailed off quietly.

"What do you mean?"

Frank frowned slightly, shaking his head.

"I don't know...I mean...You could have anyone you wanted, but I've not had a proper relationship ever...I mean not that this is a...or it is or..."

He sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging.

"Fuck!...I can't even finish a damn sentence...why would anyone want me?"

"Frankie...do you want to have a relationship with me? A real one?"

Frank nodded subconsciously.

"You...you could have anyone."

He repeated himself quietly, eyes locked on the floor.

"Do you want me to have anyone...or do you want me to have you?"

Frank bit his lip.

"I...I want you to have...me?"

He didn't mean it to come out sounding like a question.

"You don't sound sure of yourself Frankie. Could you watch me with someone...like Anthony? Could you watch me take him in my arms and kiss him instead of you?"

Tears slid down Frank's cheeks.

"No."

He breathed, almost inaudible. Just the thought made his heart crack.

"Then tell me...what do you want?"

Frank looked up slowly, his eyes red and cheeks wet.

"I want to be with you...and I...I want you to...to want to be with...with me."

"And what if I said I wanted to be with you. What if I said I always wanted to be with you...and only you."

Frank's eyes widened.

"Then..."

He swallowed down his nerves.

"Then I'd say I'm yours...Sir."

He started to blush pink around his ears.

"Then I'd get down on my knees and suck your cock cos I've missed it so much Sir."

"Well then we are on the same wavelength and you have my permission to do so Frankie."

Frank's heart swelled and his eyes widened. He glanced down, then sunk down onto the floor, his hands moving to Gerard's belt. He paused, looking up for confirmation that he could continue. Gerard ran a hand through Frank's hair and reached behind and removed his apron for easier access.

"May I sir?"

Frank's fingers itched to undo Gerard's pants.

"Yes Frankie, you may."

Frank smiled happily and swiftly undid the buckle before sliding the belt out of the loops and discarding it on the floor behind him. His mouth was watering at the thought of Gerard's big cock...he could already see it straining against the fabric of his pants. Frank popped the button, then slowly slid the zipper down. Gerard watched as Frank looked at his cock with wonder. He had never had a pet do that before. He tasted it like it was water and he had not had a drink in years. Frank licked the head lightly, then took Gerard straight into his mouth, sucking and hollowing his cheeks. He rested his hands on Gerard's thighs for balance, his eyes looking up through his lashes at the older man.

"Fuck Frankie."

He missed this. He missed running his fingers through Frank's hair. He missed seeing a collar around his neck. He wondered if Frank still had everything. After a minute, Frank pulled off and panted slightly...he looked up.

"Fuck my mouth Sir?...please?"

He asked desperately. He removed his hands from Gerard's thighs and laced his fingers behind his back before opening his mouth wide and fluttering his lashes slightly.

"Oh God."

Gerard gripped Frank's hair and thrust his hips forward. He forgot that Frank was a natural at deep throating. Frank relaxed his throat and took it...FUCK he missed this; the feeling of being used...being needed. His cock was hard and aching in his boxers, but he was more interested in Gerard's cock right now.

"Frankie...if you wanna get fucked you're gonna have to stop."

Frank swallowed once around Gerard's tip before pulling off with a pop.

"Yes, Sir."

He croaked, his throat already feeling ruined.

"Takes your jeans off Frankie and hop up on the counter."

Frank got to his feet as quickly as he could without looking totally desperate...even if he actually was totally desperate. He fumbled his jeans undone and down his thighs, boxers going with them, hissing as the pressure on his throbbing and leaking cock was reduced a bit...he wondered if Gerard would notice any of the new tats he'd gotten since they'd last seen each other...then kicked off his Vans without undoing them, and finished removing his pants.

He thought for a split-second about going to lock the door, but really, he didn't care...and if someone walked in on them?...well, they'd just get a free porn show, and Gerard and Frank would gain an audience...win win.

Once Frank had his lower half naked, he jumped up onto the edge of the counter and spread his legs in invitation, a hungry, lust blown look in his eyes as he saw Gerard watching him intently. Gerard grabbed the oil that was on the counter and slicked up his fingers.

"We're gonna have to clean you out real good after this baby. Don't want you getting any infections."

He moved up and pushed one finger inside the younger man feeling his squirm.

"You really want it huh Frankie?"

He quickly moved to two and then three stretching and playing with his prostate, but just with light grazes.

"P-please Sir..."

Frank whimpered, his arms that he was leaning back on giving way to leave him on his back.

"I'm ready Sir."

Gerard said nothing. He pulled his fingers out and then slicked up his cock. he gripped Frank's hips and pulled him forward till he was nearly off the counter. He placed his cock at the opening and pushed in slowly enjoying the noises he was pulling from the man under him.

"Uh uh yes yes...Please, Sir...please fuck me, Sir?...Please?"

"Patience Frankie."

Frank whined but knew better than to argue. His fingers clenched and unclenched on the edge of the counter as he felt himself being stretched and filled up.

"Yes, S-Sir."

"Good boy Frankie."

Gerard pushed in slowly till he completely filled the boy. Then he rested his hands on his hips to let him get used to the size.

"Frankie, take your shirt off."

Shuddering slightly at the change in angle, Frank sat up a bit and struggled out of his plain black shirt, dropping it to the floor before laying back down, his eyes locked on Gerard's face, tracing every inch, and wondering briefly how and when he got that little scar, just above his right eyebrow. It wasn't there before. Rather than move his body, Gerard began to move his hands across Frank's newly exposed skin. Frank pulled in a shaky breath and released it in a soft moan.

"You added some. This one is new."

Gerard traced the flame where Frank's heart was.

Frank blushed...he'd gotten that in hope that he would one day get to be with Gerard again. As time had slipped by, his hope for that never faded, though his belief that it could happen certainly did.

"Yes Sir."

He swallowed heavily.

"Hope huh? Hope for what?"

"You."

Gerard was left speechless. This was how Frank really felt about him. He wanted to pull out right now. He wanted to gather the young man in his arms and bring him to his home and make love to him properly. Frank started to feel nervous as the seconds ticked by in silence. He swallowed, then chewed on his bottom lip to prevent it from shaking, his heart starting to race a bit faster. He lowered his eyes from Gerard's...he wouldn't cry again...he couldn't.

"Frankie...marry me."

Frank's eyes flicked back up quickly, widening comically...his mouth dropped open.

"I know the situation looks bad right now...but I am speaking from this head..."

Gerard pointed to his own head.

"...and here."

He picked up Frank hand and touched it to his chest.

"I missed you Frankie, the end of the year was awful without you. I had no one to kiss on New Year’s this year. I had no one to share my bed on cold winter nights. I had no one to truly love...like I do you. I love you, Frankie."

"I..."

Frank was shocked, but after he'd swallowed deeply yet again, he lifted his other hand and gently cupped Gerard's cheek.

"I love you too Gerard...I wanted to call you, to turn up on your doorstep so many times, but that would've been weird..."

He giggled lightly then continued.

"My life was black and white and empty before I met you...you turned on my color and made me realize I didn't need to control everything and be an ass to everyone to be happy...I just need you."

He sat himself up as much as he could, pressing his chest against the older man's and wrapped his arms around Gerard's neck before pressing their lips together for a moment. When he pulled back...

"Yes...to your question?...Yes!...I will marry you."

He leaned in again but pulled back at the last second and squinted critically at Gerard.

"I'm not wearing a fucking wedding dress, though, so don't even suggest it."

He smirked.

"You will be lucky if you are wearing anything at all when I get through with you."

Gerard smirked and flexed the muscles in his cock, still buried deep inside Frank.

"Uhhh."

Frank shuddered, his eyes rolling back for a moment. When he regained his senses...

"Promises promises."

Gerard smirked and flexed again.

"Just...uh...just fuck me...fiancé."

"Your wish is my command."

Gerard kissed Frank and then finally pulled his hips back and thrust forward.

"Uh, oh God."

Frank clung to Gerard, wrapping his legs around the older man's hips desperately...like he was going to leave again if he let go.

"Gerard Gerard Gerard Gerard Gerard."

Frank chanted under his breath as he pressed kisses into any part of Gerard's skin that he could reach, and took whatever he was given.

"Frankie. Fuck you feel so good I missed this so much. Wanna...Wanna take you home and fuck you properly on our bed."

"I w-want that too but...but please don't stop?"

"I promise I won't."

"And don't leave me again?"

"No, never again."

"Uh, harder!"

Frank ground out through clenched teeth.

Gerard ran and hand through Frank's hair catching a grip of it tightly as he thrust his hips harder to comply with his fiancé’s wishes.

"Mine."

"Fuck yeah...all yours...always yours."

Frank panted. Gerard enjoyed himself wrapped up in the pleasure that was his fiancé, but he could feel the moment not lasting much longer.

"Frankie, so close now."

Frank wasn't sure he could form words right now, but he tried.

"Mmmmtttoooo."

Gerard reached down and grabbed Frank's cock.

"Cum for me Frankie."

Frank cried out at the feeling of Gerard's hand on his neglected cock...it wasn't going to take much.

"Oh yessir...uh uh AHHHHH!"

Frank came hard, spilling over Gerard's fingers and splattering both of their chests.

"Oh fuck, Frankie!"

The tightness from Frank's orgasm caused Gerard to spill into his own. He pressed his face into Frank's neck as he sucked on the flesh till his cock was spent.

Frank shook, holding Gerard tight to him with his arms and legs...he didn't want to let him go...not ever.

"I love you, Gerard."

He panted out quietly as he tried to regain his breath.

"I love you too Frankie."

Gerard pulled his face away and looked at Frank.

"Let's get cleaned up and go home."

Frank nodded, his smile wide.

"Can I stay at yours tonight?...with you."

"Frankie, you can stay with me for as long as you like."

"Forever?"

Frank looked at Gerard hopefully...he really didn't want to go back to his apartment; it was just so lonely there.

Gerard smiled brightly.

"I was hoping that you would say that. I promise you, Frankie, that I will ask to marry you again properly...when my cock is in my pants and not in you."

Frank laughed loudly, the vibration sending a shiver through them both.

"I'll hold you to that."

He smirked, giving Gerard a short squeeze...with every muscle he had...then released him reluctantly. Gerard pulled out and then helped Frank off the counter. He helped him clean up both themselves and the kitchen area, disinfecting everything around them. They put the food away and headed out of the building.

"So are you going to go home first?"

Frank paused, his brow furrowing slightly.

"I mean is there anything you need to get there for staying with me."

"I kinda..."

Frank looked down.

"Frankie."

Gerard lifted the younger man's head.

"Say it."

Frank sighed.

"I want to get all my stuff...and never go back again."

'What will you do with your penthouse then?

Frank shrugged.

"Not sure...maybe sell it...maybe rent it cheap to my friend Constance. She's an artist, and she loves the light up there, but she could never afford somewhere like that."

"Are you sure Frankie?"

Frank tilted his head slightly.

"About you?...100%. About the apartment...not really. I've been thinking for a while about moving out...moving on..."

He looked down at his shoes.

"...moving away."

He sighed.

"But leaving the city meant leaving any chance of ever seeing you again, and though it hurt to see you and not be with you, I wasn't ready to let go..."

He looked up and smiled wryly.

"I'm glad I didn't now."

Gerard thought about Frank leaving. Of not knowing where he went, just disappearing. He growled at the thought.

Frank swallowed slightly...that sound shouldn't get him as turned on as it did.

"Sir?"

He whined quietly, pressing into Gerard's body.

"You are coming home with me tonight. Tomorrow we are getting a moving truck and moving all your stuff to my house. I am never letting you go again."

"Yes, Sir..."

Frank beamed.

"If we weren't outside the front of my work, and if that woman over there wasn't looking at us like we were aliens or something...I wouldn't hesitate to suck you off again...right here...Sir."

He purred, running his fingers over Gerard's chest. Gerard walked Frank to where both their cars were. As he walked by Frank's car he stopped.

"Frankie...is that..."

Hanging on the mirror...was one of the collars that Gerard gave Frank.

Frank blushed pink.

"Yes, Sir."

Frank had all of the things that Gerard had bought him during their year together...this was the collar with the skull design on, though...his favorite.

"Get it please."

"Yes, sir."

Frank dug his keys out of his back pocket and unlocked the driver's door. He leaned in, purposely sticking his bum up for Gerard, and grabbed the collar. Before standing back up, Frank looked over his shoulder at Gerard, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Like what you see Sir?"

He wiggled his bottom.

Gerard smirked and then cracked Frank across the ass with the back of his hand.

"Don't be cheeky Frankie or your cheeks will be very hard to sit down on tonight."

Frank moaned softly at the slap, but nodded and stood up, handing the collar to Gerard.

He heard the woman huff and call them something derogatory under her breath, but he really didn't give a shit right now.

"Thank you sir."

He smiled.

Gerard took the collar and placed it around Frank's neck buckling it with one finger set against it.

"There, now you look perfect."

Frank smiled happily, ignoring the bitch as she spat more bile.

"Can we go home now sir?...please?"

"Yes Frankie, we can."

Gerard locked Frank's car and then, opening the passenger door for Frank in his own car, bade him enter. He looked up and saw the woman and recognized her. He gave her a winning smile and she blushed realising who he was and being completely embarrassed, waved and left. Gerard chuckled and closed the door. He then walked around to the driver's side and got in.

"You know Frankie, a great man once said..."

Gerard started the car.

"Heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die."

Frank chuckled.

"Did you just quote Brendon Urie at me sir?"

"Perhaps I did Frankie...perhaps I did."

Gerard turned on the radio as he slipped on his sunglasses not giving a shit that it was night. The interior filled with the starting refrain.

"Finders keepers, losers weepers,"

Gerard sings along as he pulls the car out of park into drive and speed off into the night.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's you?

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