He Likes Me

Linda Iero had been staying in Gerard's house for all of three days, and already she was driving him mad. She barely ever spoke to him, and if she did it was always to contribute a criticisement or thinly veiled insult. The woman was insufferable; she never washed her dishes after she'd used them, she insisted that they pray together before every meal… hell, the woman couldn't even make her own bed correctly.

Frank, however, seemed to love having her around. Nothing she ever did seemed to phase him— whenever she made a jab at Gerard he would just swallow and look at the ground, like he wanted to object but was worried that if he challenged his mother she might disappear entirely from his life again. Gerard couldn't say he blamed the boy for feeling that way, but it would have been nice to have his boyfriend stick up for him every once in a while.

Something Gerard couldn't help but notice, though, was that now that Frankie's mother was around - all the time, every way Gerard turned she was just there - the boy reverted back to just that: a boy. It was as though whenever Linda was around, Frank couldn't help but act like a shy schoolboy again. He didn't often speak unless he was spoken to, he'd started sleeping in one of the many spare rooms Gerard had around the house lest his mother should disapprove of them sharing a room, and what was worse was that he was even tidying his room, even though that was a skill Linda didn't seem to have. Not that Gerard minded Frank cleaning up— in any other situation it would have been a dream come true, but the fact that he was doing it because otherwise he thought he would be in trouble annoyed Gerard.

And they hadn't so much as messed around in days. Linda was always around, always within earshot ready to interrupt if they got a little carried away with their good-morning kisses. Gerard was too jumpy and anxious to jerk off - not even in the shower! - and judging by the way Frank was acting like a fifteen year old Catholic schoolboy, he felt the same way. So Gerard really, really couldn't help himself.

It was Sunday morning and Linda was at church. Gerard suspected that it was the first time they had gotten any privacy since she arrived, and he was going to make the most of it; especially since recently Frank had been acting even more submissive than ever. His mother might have mistaken it for general shyness and good behaviour— maybe Gerard would have as well, if it weren't for the fact that he obeyed every single little command anybody made. He would even accept a passing comment like "Frankie, stop, I'll finish that," when Gerard found him washing his mother's dishes in the kitchen, and stop immidiately without any argument. On that occasion, he had stood by the sink with his hands behind his back and his head lowered, apparently waiting for Gerard to tell him what to do next. The older man had muttered a suggestion of going into the living room to watch TV and that's exactly what Frank did— and he stayed in the same position for at least three hours straight, barely moving to scratch the back of his neck.

Gerard couldn't deny that that made him a littlest, tiny bit hard when he thought about it later, and he had to wait for his erection to go back down before he could go and socialise with his boyfriend and his boyfriend's possessive mother.

Frank was in the kitchen making breakfast when Gerard went downstairs. When he walked in, Frank smiled at him but didn't say anything, looking happy enough just to stand there waiting for Gerard to speak.

"What're you making?" Gerard asked, sliding into a seat at the table.

"Toast, boiled eggs and fruit." Frank replied, placing a bowl full of chopped grapes and apples down on the table next to an empty toast rack. Then, almost immidiately after, a steaming mug of coffee was placed in front of him on the table and Frank smiled again, blushing, and looked down. Either he was being modest or waiting for praise, and Gerard decided it was the second one.

"Good boy," Gerard murdered, smirking when it made the younger boy blush. That blush was probably what did it, honestly, for Gerard. He was a grown man living with his boyfriend— he hadn't been able to jerk off for three whole days and here was a perfect opportunity: Frank's mother was out and Frankie himself was standing there looking like he wanted Gerard's approval… how was Gerard supposed to help himself in that situation?

"Frank." Gerard said in a clear voice just as the boy was about to turn around and get back to making the breakfast. Immidiately, he spun around and looked up at Gerard with big, brown eyes. Gorgeous. "Come here."

Frank walked slowly over to where Gerard was sitting and watched intently as the older man pushed the chair back so there was enough space between the chair and the table for Frank. He came to a stop in front of his boyfriend cautiously; Gerard surprised him by reaching out and pulling him forward so that Frank landed on his lap. The boy let out a nervous squeaking noise and then closed his mouth, squirming a little in Gerard's lap.

"You've been such a good boy for the last few days Frankie," Gerard crooned, lifting up a hand to stroke the side of Frank's face softly. Frank leaned into the touch and hummed appreciatively. "I think you deserve a reward for that."

Frank, seemingly able to get on board with this idea, nodded eagerly and nuzzled his face further into Gerard's hand. Gerard smiled lovingly and planted a soft kiss on Frank's forehead before sliding his other hand down the boy's chest, lower and lower until he had reached the waistband of his jeans. He undid the button with nimble fingers and dragged the zip down torturously slowly, enjoying the feeling of Frank shifting in his lap.

Gerard could feel Frank slowly hardening against his stomach and grinned, working his hand down the front of the teenager's boxers to wrap around his forming erection and leaning in to kiss Frank, hard, at exactly the same time. Frank gasped into his mouth and let out a high pitched moan, a shiver running through his tiny body as Gerard pumped him a few times. His hand was dry and it was hard to move it, but when he went to remove his hand from down the front of Frank's pants, to spit on it or lick it or something, Frank made such a desperate, pitiful noise and Gerard just couldn't do it. So he squeezed the base firmly and swiped his thumb over the tip and moved his hand faster to make it better for his boyfriend.

Frank was mewling and grasping Gerard's forearms with both hands, so tightly that his fingernails were digging into the man's skin through his t-shirt. He bucked his hips and groaned loudly.

"Shh, Baby." Gerard said, feeling a shiver go up his spine at the feeling of having power. "Try not to make a sound; we need to hear if your mother gets back."
Frank groaned again - although Gerard guessed that was probably more to do with him talking about Frank's mother when the boy was being jerked off - but nodded again, almost as if to say, "challenge accepted."

Gerard knew Frank would try to be quiet - Gerard had told him to be, so he would try his best - but that didn't stop him from trying his best to get Frank to break, to moan or gasp or swear. Smirking, he used his other hand to push down the front of Frank's pants (it was crowded down there now, but he could just about do it) and cup his balls, massaging them gently. He leaned forward to lick and suck at Frank's neck, nipping it gently.

The three days must have affected Frank too, because almost immidiately after Gerard did that, Frank came with a breathy moan, covering Gerard's hand.

Only then did Gerard allow himself to think about the throbbing between his own legs; whenever Frank moved even a little bit, he would rub up against Gerard's erection and the older man would moan.

Before he could say anything, Frank had recovered from his post-orgasmic bliss and had dropped to his knees underneath the table. His hands roamed up Gerard's thighs and tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, attempting to get them off. Gerard had to lift his ass and legs off the chair so that they could be taken off, but once they were Frank dropped back down and took Gerard into his mouth straight away.

Gerard gasped and bucked his hips involuntarily, his instincts telling him to thrust up into the wet heat. Frank whimpered and then hummed, low in his throat so that Gerard felt it all the way along his cock. Frank allowed his hand to come up and stroke the bits his mouth couldn't get to and Gerard moaned, his fingers tangling themselves in Frank's hair and tugging at the strands.
It had definitely been too long for Gerard, because he was so close to finishing after only a few minutes. As soon as Frank dug his tongue into the slit, Gerard was gone. He threw his head back and was embarrassed to hear a whine escape his own mouth but too far gone to care.

As soon a second he felt the warm fluid on his tongue, Frank pulled off so that it splashed against his nose and chin, and stroked Gerard through it. After a few minutes, Frank had to stand up because his knees were going numb, and his back popped as he stretched. When he looked down at his boyfriend - who was breathing heavily and watching Frank throug heavily lidded eyes - he smiled and wiped the drying come off his face with his sleeve.

"That was fun." He said, grinning.

Gerard laughed and stood up, pulling him into the kind of kiss Linda Iero would disapprove of.

***

Gerard's mother called him after dinner, at eight o' clock on the dot. Some things never change, Gerard thought with a fond smile before answering the call.

"Hey Mom," Gerard greeted, motioning to Frank that he would be a while. Frank nodded and smiled, hurrying forward to place a quick, chaste kiss on Gerard's mouth before leaving the room to go find Linda. "How're you?"

"I'm good thanks, Sweetie!" She replied chirpily. "Mikey left yesterday to get back to school in time— although I'm sure he just wanted to get back to all those parties. The things that go on in university these days, honestly! I can't tell you how glad your father and I were that you never went to any of those parties!"

"I didn't go to university at all, Mom." Gerard pointed out, then bit his tongue and looked around for Linda. That would probably be another thing she would be able to judge him for; not having a university degree.

"You didn't need to though Honey." Donna answered smugly and Gerard laughed, agreeing. "So how is your boyfriend doing, hmm?"

"He's doing good," Gerard said, thinking back to earlier when Frank had been on his knees underneath the kitchen table, and how good he'd looked then. "His mother is staying with us at the moment."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Gerard laughed awkwardly. "It was kind of… unexpected."

"So when do I get to meet him, then?" Donna inquired, and Gerard sighed. He knew it would just be a matter of time before his mother got impatient and wanted to meet Frank.

"Well, he has to go back to school in a couple of days but… we could go down to see you at the weekend maybe? Stay for a night and then drive back on Sunday? I'll talk to him about it."

"That would be wonderful, Sweetie!" Donna enthused, and Gerard could hear the smile in her voice. "Just wait until I tell your father, he'll be thrilled! He's done nothing but talk about how proud he is of you ever since I told him!"

That gave Gerard a warm feeling in his stomach.

"Yeah, well I'm sure he'd be happy to meet you." Gerard told her honestly. He was sure Frank would be nervous about meeting and pleasing his boyfriend's family, but he was also sure he would want to as well.

"Well I really must say goodbye, Honey, but I do look forward to seeing you both soon! I love you!"

"Love you too, Mom." Gerard said before hanging up. He thought about his wonderful boyfriend and his loving mother and his proud father and his frat-party-going brother, and smiled.

Notes

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