Somewhere I Belong

Gerard woke up and stretched. He felt Mikey next to him. He looked down and smiled. He lifted his chin up a little and kissed him.

"Wake up baby."

Mikey yawned and slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey Gee...how long did we sleep?"

He asked quietly, in case the others were still sleeping.

"I'm not sure, but it can't be too long."

Gerard looks around. Bob and Pete are nowhere to be seen. Neither is the new pet. They are alone.

"Do y' wanna get up, or can we stay here for a while?"

Mikey said sleepily, cuddling into Gerard's chest.

"I would love to stay with you here forever, but we should find everyone else."

"Urgh..."

Mikey groaned, pushing his face into Gerard's chest for a moment before looking up at him.

"So what do you really think of your new pet?...just between you and me."

"He's not mine Mikey. Really, why would Master give me my own pet? I am no Master."

"I don't know Gee, but Master told him to call you Master...and I don't think he'd joke about something like that. Do you?"

"I don't think so either, but I want Master to explain it to me better."

Mikey sat up and grinned.

"Then let's go find him, shall we?"

Gerard smiled and kissed Mikey. They both got dressed in the house uniform and then headed out of the bedroom.

"I called dibs on the burnt sausage Patrick..."

Pete whined, watching the other boy bite into it. He looked at Bob and Frank who were sat at the table across from him.

"You heard me, didn't you."

"I heard you."

Bob said after swallowing a mouthful of mashed potato. Frank just shrugged slightly, staring down at his plate.

"See?"

Pete whined at Patrick again as Gerard and Mikey entered the kitchen. There Master was not there, but all the pets were.

"Sausage and potatoes for dinner again? Geeze Bob, don't you know how to make anything else?"

Bob stuck his tongue out. It had potato on it.

"Ew Bob...chew and swallow dude."

Pete laughed. Bob rolled his eyes then looked at Gerard.

"If you don't like it, why don't you cook for a change?"

"No no, remember what happened last time Gee cooked."

"Hey, that wasn't my fault! Who knew you can't cook chicken frozen! "

"Everyone!"

Pete and Bob chorused. Gerard tried to look defiant but then hung his head.

Mikey squeezed his hand.

"Your talents lay elsewhere Gee."

He smiled.

"That's a talent I wish we could all enjoy."

Patrick looked at Gerard wistfully.

"Sorry Patrick, but I don't share him with anyone...well except Michael."

Grant walked up behind Gerard and placed a possessive arm around him. Gerard melted into it.

"Master, May I talk to you.?"

"Of course my pet. Michael, you stay here."

Grant led Gerard out of the room. Mikey looked at Patrick.

"Don't be jealous Patty..."

He walked over and put his arm around Patrick's shoulders.

"You got Master all to yourself earlier didn't you?"

Patrick blushed.

"That's only cause I misbehaved. He never just decided to play with me."

"Maybe not this time..."

Pete said around a bite of sausage. He swallowed.

"But what about last month?. We didn't see you for a whole week...and that wasn't cos you were naughty."

"No that was new training. I wasn't with Master I was with Master Gabe."

Patrick shivered. He didn't like Master Gabe at all, but he was one of the best trainers and Master liked his technique.

"Oh..."

Pete bit his lip.

"Sorry."

He leaned over and took Patrick's hand. No one liked Master Gabe. Patrick leaned into the warmth; he sometimes slept in Pete's bunk when it got bad. Mikey looked over to where Frank was sitting in silence...not eating.

"You don't like sausages?"

Everyone looked at Frank. Bob raised an eyebrow at him like he took it as a personal insult. Frank looked up and around at the other boys.

"Oh, err...my Master didn't tell me I could eat."

He felt kind of stupid, but it's how he'd been trained.

"Master doesn't tell us when we can eat."

"Just when we are in trouble and can't.

"O-oh..."

Frank picked up his fork and tentatively scooped up a little potato. He looked at the others for confirmation that it was ok. They all grinned and nodded at him. Frank smiled slightly then put the small amount into his mouth.

"Well?..."

Bob prompted.

"Is it good?"

Frank swallowed quietly then nodded with a small smile.

"It's good cause it's the only thing you make Bob...you're bound to be an expert at it."

Mikey giggled as he took his seat and served himself some food, and a plate for Gerard so he wouldn't miss out. Bob stuck his tongue out and they all settled down to eat quietly.

“Master…”

Gerard didn’t know what was happening. He was supposed to be talking to his Master about Frank and instead he was in Grant’s lap squirming as Grant peppered kisses on his neck.

“Sir, please I need…”

“I do too, so very much.”

Gerard gasped as Grant pushed his hand in his shorts. Gerard lifted himself as Grant found his opening and pushed a finger inside. Gerard mewed as he worked his muscles against the digit which grew from one to three rapidly.

“Ride me my pet and then we will talk.”

Gerard whimpered and moved his shorts aside to let Grant’s now exposed cock slip into him.

“Fuuuuuck.”

Grant gripped Gerard’s hips and let him do the work as he slid in and out of his boy. Gerard worked his muscles squeezing Grant’s cock inside him and he rode him at a quick pace. He wanted to cum as well, but he knew that he needed permission and his Master never gave it until the end of the day.

“You look so beautiful my pet.”

“Master, you feel so good inside of me. Love the way your cock fills me up.”

“I’m really going to fill you up, my sweet boy.”

“Yes please, I want you to. Want to feel it dripping out of me.”

Grant’s hands gripped Gerard’s hips tight and he took over fucking up into the boy until he groaned and started cumming. Gerard wrapped his arms around Grant’s neck and he leaned in.

“May I kiss you, Master?”

Grant smiled and leaned in leaving no words. Gerard surged up and kissed his Master. He could cum just from this and feeling Grant twitching inside him.

“Now my pet, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?”

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Gerard wasn't sure if he felt better after talking to Grant, but he knew where he stood now. He walked into the kitchen where the other pets were just finishing their dinner. He cleared his throat. Mikey looked up and smiled.

"Hi, Gee. I saved you some."

He pushed the plate toward his brother. Frank looked up at his young Master, then back down as he chewed his last bite of sausage quietly.

"Frank, can I talk to you?"

Frank swallowed.

"Yes, Master."

He said quietly, slipping off his chair and walking over. Gerard was controlling his breathing. He went into the living room and forced himself to sit in the chair that Grant uses. Frank followed with his hands behind his back and his head down. When he was in front of the big red chair, he dropped to his knees and waited.

"Look Frank...uh...so I guess..."

Gerard sighed. He wished Mikey was here. He was no good at this. Frank kept his eyes on the floor between his knees. He stayed perfectly still.

"So according to Master I am your...master....but I don't want you to call me that."

Frank waited...he hadn't been given permission to speak or asked a direct question yet.

"So...I guess just call me...Gee or maybe Gerard?"

Frank looked up slightly, then snapped his head back down.

"Yes...Gerard."

He said softly.

"Good...uh well...I guess that's it?"

Gerard was so bad at this. He willed Mikey to appear and save him. Frank waited to be told he could move, or something.

"Right so...yeah, I'll just...did you finish eating?"

"Yes, Gerard."

"Good so...um...I guess finish getting settled in?"

Why did every order come out as a question?

"Yes, Gerard..."

Frank looked up a little.

"Do you...do you have my bag Gerard?...the man that trained me said..."

He stopped, looking down.

"I'm sorry Master...I mean Gerard."

He got quieter with every word.

"Oh...I think that all your things were brought to the bedroom."

"Thank you, Gerard."

Frank waited to be told he could go.

"Right, so I'll just...see you later I guess."

Gerard got up and headed back to the kitchen to find Mikey. Frank looked up slightly, then snapped his head back down.

"Yes...Gerard."

He said softly, staying where he was. He looked toward the kitchen door, but didn't move...he didn't have permission.

"Hey, Gee..."

Mikey grinned.

"I put your plate in the oven...please use the glove this time, yeah?"

He looked at his brother hopefully.

"Hey, where's your kid?...did you tie him up somewhere?"

Pete smirked. Bob punched him in the shoulder.

"He's not my kid Pete."

Gerard kissed Mikey on the head and went to get his dinner.

"I just...I'm no good at this, you should have heard me, I was stuttering and everything I said was in the form of a question."

He sat at the table and hung his head.

"I wish Master would just take him as his own."

"Um...Gee?"

Bob said from over near the doorway. Gerard was about to take a bite of his food.

"Yeah?"

"What did you tell your kid to do...exactly?"

"Ugh, he's not my kid!"

Gerard banged his fist in frustration.

"I didn't tell him to do anything!"

Bob rolled his eyes, walking back into the kitchen and clapping a hand on Gerard's shoulder.

"Guess that's why he's not doing anything then. He's right where you left him."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..."

Bob pulled Gerard off his chair and over to the doorway...the other boys right behind them.

"...he's not doing anything."

He pointed to Frank, who was knelt in front of the big red chair with his hands behind his back and head lowered.

"You need to do this Gee..."

Mikey said softly.

"Doesn't look like Master's going to."

Gerard sighed.

"Why me? What did I do to deserve this?"

Gerard left the room and his dinner. He had lost his appetite.

"Frank, what are you doing?"

"I'm waiting Gerard."

"Waiting for what?"

"For you to say I can get up Gerard."

Gerard wiped his face with his hand.

"Frank, you don't have to wait till you are told something, you can do what you want...I mean...well you know."

Frank looked up slightly, shaking his head. He didn't understand. Gerard looked at the boy.

"Ugh, just...go do what you want until Master wants you for something else."

Frank lowered his head.

"Yes Gerard."

He slowly got up and walked away toward the bedroom. Gerard wanted to bang his head against the wall. The boy just didn't get it. Mikey put his hand on Gerard's shoulder from behind him, squeezing slightly.

"I hate to say this Gee, but I think you're as bad at this as you are at cooking...sorry."

"Mikey."

Gerard turned around and cried on his brother's shoulder.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's you?

So we're running a little slow right now cos I've not been well, but I'm feeling better now, so we should be back on track soon.

Hope you're enjoying this fic as much as we are?...big plans ahead.

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