The Apprentice

*** Time Stamp: One Year Later***

"I miss 'er."

"I know Gee."

"I wanted 'er ta see this day."

"At least she gots to see 'er granddaughter born."

"Yeah, she 'ad a good six months wiv Ellie."

"Still, she would 'ave loved to see this 'appen."

"It's been a long time coming Gee."

"Are you 'appy Mikey?"

Michael looked at Patrick standing proudly next to him.

"Yeah Gee I am fer the first time since I's found out I 'ad a brother."

"Me too."

"I do not mean to be rude my darling, but we are coming up to the best part."

"Oh...right, sorry."

"Do not apologize. Your ability to love so fully is one of your best qualities."

Patrick took Mikey's hand, lifting it to softly kiss his fingers.

"I love you Mikey."

Gerard smiled, looking up at Frank with more love than he ever believed he could possess.

"So with the power invested in me by the good Lord above, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

The clergyman’s voice rang loud and clear for the whole church to hear. Donna blushed as Donald lifted her veil and kissed her. The guests did a polite clap and Linda dabbed her eye with her lace kerchief.

"This was very sweet of you Frank."

"They deserved it mother."

"I will miss you, you know that."

"Of course, but you will visit for the holiday."

"You have my word on that son."

Linda watched Donna and Donald...her in-laws walk down the alley as a fully wed couple.

"Well we should be off."

Frank bowed and allowed his mother to walk first. He then placed his hand on the small of his husband's back.

"After you Gee."

Gerard smiled at Frank, a light blush on his cheeks as they followed the bride and groom out into spring sunshine. Behind them, Patrick walked with his husband, arm in arm.

"Reminds me of our wedding day, my love."

"Naw, you made ours a bigger ta-do."

Michael remembered how scared he was cause he was nobody and he was marrying a somebody. He was glad that it was suggested to have a double wedding with Gerard and Mas...Frank. It was still hard for him to believe that he was no longer a servant, but a proper gentleman. He and Gerard had been taking lessons to try and speak better and it was sort of working.

"You are worth it my love. I would give every penny I have to see you happy..."

Patrick gently cupped Michael's cheek with his palm. He pressed a light kiss to his lips before continuing.

"And before you say that money means nothing to you..."

Mikey had made that clear some time ago.

"I am not saying that I would spend it all on you...which of course I would if you asked. No, I'm saying I would give up everything, just to see you smile. And I made our wedding a ta-do as you put it, because I wished to show you off to the whole world, and show them that you are mine."

Michael blushed.

"We should get to the recep...recept...receptor?"

Patrick chuckled fondly.

"Reception, and yes my love, we should."

"Ugh, 'm neva gonna get it right."

Patrick stopped them in their tracks and turned Michael toward him, pulling him in close and looking deep into his eyes.

"My sweet, sweet love...you do not need to put on airs with me, I fell in love with you, not some aristocrat, or a dictionary...you. You are perfect, and you do not need to change a single thing for me...alright?"

Michael had tears in his eyes.

"Alright."

Patrick brushed his thumb over Michael's cheek, swiping away a stray tear that dared to fall.

"No crying today my love, today is for celebrating..."

He leaned in to softly kiss his husband's lips, a moment longer than the last.

"Now, shall we join the others before they wonder where we are?...or drink all of the Champagne?"

"Um...can we join in a bit? I want to..."

Michael blushed at the thoughts in his head. Patrick smiled, sliding one of his hands down from Michael's back to his ass, giving it a quick squeeze.

"Now?"

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. Michael shivered in Patrick's embrace and nodded letting a whimper escape.

"Then let's find somewhere a little more appropriate than the church grounds, yes?"

Patrick wrapped his arm around Michael's waist and led him away toward their carriage.

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"Frank, 'ave you seen Mikey and Patrick?..."

Gerard looked around distractedly.

"They'll miss the food if they don' 'urry up."

Frank internally chuckled. Patrick told him that they were going to have a little alone time.

"I am sure they will be here soon and we will save them some food."

He kissed Gerard's head lightly.

"You care so much about everyone, but you need to eat my love."

Gerard shook his head.

"I's not that 'ungry Frank, maybe in a bit."

"Is something wrong Gee?"

Frank had noticed that Gerard had been quiet most of the reception. He had been talking to Donald about their home being almost complete. Gerard shrugged slightly.

"No, I's just emotional I guess."

He looked away to where his mother and father were stood laughing with one of the stable hands, who was a good friend of Don's.

Frank reached up and touched his husband’s face. He could tell that Gerard was not fully comfortable being dressed up like this. When they were at home, he was in a much more relaxed style when he helped Donald in the garden, even though he was no longer a servant either and...

"That's it."

Frank felt like a fool. He knew why Gerard was so distant.

"You don't want them to leave, do you."

Gerard bit his lip for a moment, then shook his head.

"I's sorry Frank. I know you've spent so much time and money on buildin' this 'ouse for them, and I'm grateful that y' care enough t' do that but..."

He glanced back as he heard his little sister Ellie letting out a squeal of excitement at being given a small taste of frosting from the cake, while she sat on their mother's hip. He smiled fondly before turning back to Frank.

"Mikey already moved out, and I know I see 'im regular, but it ain't the same, and I only just got me dad, and now me little sis and, and..."

Tears began streaming down his face as he let out a pained sob.

"I just feel like everyone's leavin', just as we're a family at last."

"Baby, why didn't you say this before?"

The whole time the house was being built Gerard said nothing. Then Frank figured something else out.

"Your mother, Donna was happy at being able to pick out and design the place. You didn't want to take that away from her.”

Gerard nodded with a sad smile.

"She wants t' go, she's lookin' forward to them 'avin' their own 'ome...I don' wanna spoil that for 'er."

"Sweetheart...the Estate is big enough that she will never be far away...but if you truly want it, they can stay in the mansion. There is more than enough room."

Gerard sighed, turning his eyes up to Frank's.

"But what if she don' wanna stay"

"You let me worry about that."

Frank saw Michael and Patrick arrive.

"There, look, your brother is here. Go talk to him and help him find food."

Gerard's smile widened when he saw Mikey, he turned and lightly kissed Frank's cheek, then headed over to his brother.

"Mikey, where were y'?...I was worried."

"I's ‘ad somthin'...ta do."

Michael looked up at Patrick and blushed. Gerard looked between the two for a moment, then his eyes widened comically.

"O-oh!...well, err...I guess yous 'ungry then. Y' wanna come get some food?"

"I’s am a bit."

Michael took his brother's hand and was led away to the buffet table.

"So, y' enjoyin' the weddin' Mikey?"

"Twas lovely. Much more like what I would 'ave wanted."

"You din't like your weddin'?"

"Oh stop, twas our wedding and I was 'appy to share it wiv you, its just...it was so flashy an' we didn' know anyone..."

"Tha's true, but we ended up married to our loves, so I was alright wiv that."

"Yeah, I guess...I miss you though. Damn, I guess these lesson's kinda work huh?"

Gerard giggled.

"F' you maybe...I still sounds like I’s brought up in a barn."

"It takes time, but you'll get it."

Mikey looked at their parents and smiled.

"They really are ‘appy at last, though I don't know ‘ow Don is going to be wivout ‘is garden. Guess ‘e will ‘ave the new one at the ‘ouse?"

Gerard's smile faded a little and he took a sip of the drink he'd been handed a few minutes ago.

"Yeah, I guess."

He looked down into his glass.

"What's wrong Gee?"

"Nothin' Mikey...just emotional."

"Okay..."

Michael was not sure he believed it, but dropped it."

"Oy, Frank is talking to Pa."

Gerard looked over.

"Huh, wonder what they're talkin' about."

"I don' know, but Frank seems to be 'splaining somethin’ important. ‘e keeps touching ‘is chest."

The brothers saw Donald nod and laugh and then the two men shook hands and hugged. Frank placed a hand on the man's shoulder and then Donald left to talk to Donna.

"Well whatever they was talking ‘bout they seem to both be ‘appy with it."

"Gee?"

Michael turned and saw his new niece.

"Hey Chino."

"Caio Michael."

Gerard's smile returned when he saw the little girl. He had been overjoyed when Frank said that he wanted them to adopt her as their own before they returned to England. He loved her like she was his own.

"Caio Chino, are y' enjoyin' the wedding?"

"Si, It reminded me more of the ones back home. More quiet."

Gerard smiled at her.

"’ave ya eaten yet?"

"I have thank you."

Chino smiled and then turned to Mikey.

"How are you today Uncle?"

Michael was still getting used to the idea of this young lady being his brother's daughter now.

"I'm alright."

Gerard was so happy that they got along well...though he had known that they would, right from the start.

"Son, can I talk to ya fer a second?"

Donald came over.

"Course pa, somethin' wrong?"

"No no, not at all, in fact some possible good news. Will y' excuse us?"

Gerard was relieved, but curious as he followed Don out of the reception room.

"So Frank tells me that you don't want yer mother and I to move out."

Gerard's eyes widened and he felt his cheeks heat up.

"No I...I jus'..."

He sighed, looking down.

"I’s jus' gonna miss ya."

"Well, we ‘ave no reason to move out other than Frank building a ‘ouse for us."

"But...but ma's so excited about it."

"She is also a little down because she is worried about you."

"Me?..but I's alright, pa."

"This is all very new to you son. Yer are a member of society now. ‘ow you behave an’ what yer do reflects, an’ though Frank is understanding, the world ain’t and it scares ‘er."

"Ma don' need t' be scared fer me...Frank looks after me good."

"’e does, but yer ‘er baby."

"I's 18 pa...I's not a baby no more."

"Son, you will always be ‘er baby. Tha's a good thing."

He smiled warmly. Gerard smiled back.

"I’s guess. Look, yeah I's gonna miss y' when y' move inta y' new 'ouse, but if it'll make y' 'appy, then I's not got no right t' stop ya."

"You make us ‘appy. Michael makes us ‘appy. ‘e has Master Stump now and is ‘appy living with ‘im...what would make you truly ‘appy?"

"I am 'appy pa, I 'ave Frank an' Chino. I's not gonna stop bein' 'appy when y' move out, I'll just miss y' is all."

Don kissed his head and then walked away.

"Hey baby."

Frank wrapped his arms around his husband. Gerard turned in Frank's arms to look at him, a slight frown on his face.

"Y' told on me?..."

Frank chuckled.

"No, I spoke to him like a gentleman and let him know your concern."

"Y' din't need to, I would o' bin alright."

Frank turned Gerard to him and leaned in to whisper in his ear with warm breath.

"Liar."

Gerard shivered, his knees feeling a little weak. He gripped onto Frank's arms for support.

"Am not."

"Are too and I think I need to punish you for it."

Frank placed a possessive hand on Gerard's hip kneading the skin there. Gerard swallowed and met Frank's eyes with a blush blooming on his pale cheeks.

"If y' think so...sir."

"I do..."

Frank pushed his face into Gerard's neck breathing in his scent.

"...and I think I need to right now."

Gerard nodded.

"Yessir."

He whimpered, his breath starting to get a little heavy, he could feel his cock twitch in his pants.

"Let's go then my dear."

Gerard moaned unintentionally, then bit down hard on his lip and nodded.

"Yessir."

Frank led Gerard out to the main house. He walked him calmly up the stairs to their room. Once there though he turned on the boy.

"I'm gonna suck your cock till you scream my name and then I am going to fuck you till you cum again."

Gerard whined, nearly collapsing where he stood.

"Oh yes please sir, I wants that so much sir...please sir, please."

Frank was pleased cause he knew Gerard wasn't calling him Sir because he was still a servant. In fact Gerard hadn't slipped and called Frank Sir for the last six months anywhere outside the bedroom. Now it was reserved for these moments.

"You should be thanking me. Filthy boy like you doesn't deserve to get his cock sucked."

"No sir, I don't sir...thank you sir, thank you."

Gerard babbled, his cock now hard and straining in his pants without even being touched...he'd never gotten this hard, this fast and with no physical stimulation before Frank...not once. Now, sometimes all Frank had to do was say one word, and Gerard would be ready and willing to bend over the nearest piece of furniture. Frank dropped to his knees and undid the boy's britches. He marveled as his spry cock came to full attention for him. He leaned in and licked the bead of precum off his head savoring both the taste and the sound that escaped Gerard's throat. Gerard's eyes rolled back slightly and he was very glad for the wall behind him...without that, he would've probably ended up on the floor. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as he tried to stay upright and not make any ridiculously embarrassing noises.

"Gee..."

Frank has to remind Gerard to not hold back. That he isn't going to hurt him if he pulls his hair or scratches him to show his pleasure. Gerard shuddered and forced his eyes open, though he didn't really remember closing them. He looked down at Frank, on his knees in front of him, and he nearly came at the sight. He whimpered and threaded his hands into Frank's hair, not pulling just holding...it helped to ground him. Frank had fun over the last year learning all the tricks to make his husband come apart and once he did he used them to his full advantage.

"S-Sir please?"

Gerard whimpered out, his hips jolting forward of their own accord as his legs trembled threateningly beneath him. Frank slipped a finger into his mouth and then moved it to caress between Gerard's cheeks playing with his entrance. Gerard mewled, the sound; high and breathy...he needed this so badly right now.

"P-please."

Frank slowly pressed his finger in. Gerard whined, his grip tightening in Frank's hair.

"Uh please, please Sir."

"Patience love."

Gerard whimpered, thudding his head back against the wall. Frank decided that Gerard had enough teasing. He took his cock fully into his mouth with the purpose of getting him off quickly. Gerard cried out, his hips snapping forward. Frank just took it moving his finger in and out of the boy as he let his mouth be fucked. Gerard couldn't hold himself back if he tried, after less than a minute he knew he was about to cum.

"Ahh...c-close Sir...gonna...gonna *uh* cum."

Frank didn't say anything, but just encouraged the boy, pressing his finger in further to brush his prostate. Gerard gasped as his vision whited out and then he was cumming, hot and hard into Frank's mouth as his legs shook beneath him. Frank swallowed everything and then reached up to catch his husband.

"Got you baby."

He carried him to the bed and stripped him completely. He then took off his own clothing and went and grabbed the oil. He moved back between the boy's legs and pressed his now lubed fingers inside him stretching him more. Since Gerard had cum, he was in a more relaxed state and it was easier. Then Frank removed his fingers and coated his cock with the oil. He lined himself up and started to push in. Gerard whined quietly, but was too spent to do much more than lay there, gripping the sheets and accepting whatever Frank wanted to do. Frank groaned trying not to push in all at once, less he hurt the boy. Gerard shivered.

"Sir?"

"Yes, my love?"

"I can take it Sir...y' don' 'ave t' go slow."

"What if I want to? What if I want to treat you like a precious piece of art work that you could break at any moment?"

"I's not art Sir, an' y' said before that y' were gonna fuck me...din't ya?"

"I did didn't I?"

Frank pushed forward grabbing Gerard's wrists and pinning them. He leaned in growling into the boy's ear as he bottomed out.

"And if I say you are art then you are art...got it?"

Gerard shuddered beneath his husband.

"Yessir."

"Good."

Frank pulled back and slammed into Gerard hard. Gerard cried out, his prostate hit dead on. Frank loved hearing his baby make that sound. He aimed for it again and again till his panting matched the boy under him.

"Oh G-God S-Sir...God F-Frankie...oh God ahhh!..."

Gerard cried out, babbling nonsense, curses and his husband's name as he clung on tight to Frank and felt himself being driven quickly toward completion again.

"Oh God...I'm gonna...*uh uh uh*..."

"Yes, yes baby, cum for me, cum with me."

Gerard shuddered and then he was cumming again, splattering his stomach as he panted and gasped for breath. The look on Gerard face was enough to push Frank over the edge. Gerard could feel himself drifting off to sleep, but he didn't want to, not yet. He opened his eyes and smiled up at Frank as he got his breathing under control.

"I loves ya, Frankie."

He murmured with a yawn.

"Love you too...Cinderella."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

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