If You Can't Handle The Heat...

Gerard woke up feeling warm and safe, for the first time in a very long time. He opened his eyes slowly to see that the room was dark, and Frank's beautifully tattooed arms were wrapped around him securely from behind. He smiled into the dark then linked his fingers through Frank's before yawning and closing his eyes again. He didn't know what time it was, but he figured Frank probably had an alarm set even on non-work days, so he would be ok to sleep some more.

The next time Gerard woke up, the room was lighter and he was alone in the bed. He panicked slightly, sitting up and looking quickly around the room, but then his hand touched the sheets where Frank had lay, and they were still warm. He smiled softly with relief and calmed himself down.

After a couple of minutes with no sign of Frank returning, Gerard huffed slightly and pushed the blankets off of his legs. He was surprised to see that his legs were bare, but after a momentary freak out, he decided that Frank must've removed his jeans after he'd fallen asleep. Blushing at the realisation, Gerard climbed off the bed and grabbed his jeans that Frank had left on the floor next to Gerard's side of the bed. He pulled them on quickly, then headed upstairs in search of Frank and coffee.

Entering the kitchen, he saw that Frank and Mikey were already there.

"Morning."

He said softly, with a shy smile. Mikey looked up from his coffee and grinned.

"Hi Gee. Sleep well?"

Gerard nodded, walking over and stealing Mikey's coffee, downing it in one.

"Yeah, I did...thanks."

Mikey laughed as he took his now empty cup back.

"Sit down, I'll make us both another cup."

Gerard blushed, looking down.

"Thanks Mikes..."

He looked over at Frank, who was busy at the stove.

"Why didn't you wake me up Frank?"

He asked, a touch of anxiety creating into his voice.

"You were tired yesterday, figured you could use the sleep..."

Frank shrugged and looked around.

"Mikey, where the fuck did you move my pepper to?"

"Me?!...why do you automatically think I moved it?...perhaps you sleepwalked and moved it yourself, ever consider that?...hmm?"

"Because you were just over here, hovering, and I saw you move something but I don't know what and where you moved it to but I can't find my pepper now..."

Frank made a perfectly mature face at him.

"Don't sass me or I'll give Sweet Pea your eggs and give Gerard your bacon."

"Bacon?"

Gerard said, snapping to attention with a grin on his face. Mikey rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Fine fine...here's your damn pepper..."

He took the little grinder out of his hoodie pocket and handed it over to Frank.

"Just don't put too much in my eggs please."

Frank took the pepper and swatted at Mikey's hand.

"You are already not allowed to cook in my kitchen, don't make me kick you out of the kitchen entirely."

Frank narrowed his eyes and turned back to what he was doing at the stove. Gerard giggled, and Mikey winked at him with a grin before going to fix their coffees. Frank shook his head at Mikey and glanced over at the plate of bacon. He divided it up amongst the plates and then divided up the scrambled eggs he'd made.

"Alright, it's ready and Mikey, you have like 20 minutes before you gotta head off to work."

"Aww, do I have to?"

He whined like an annoying child. Gerard giggled quietly.

"Yes, you do."

Frank gave him the best stern dad look he could muster. Mikey sighed dramatically.

"Ok dad..."

Mikey said, sarcastically drawing out the word.

"Chill out old man."

Gerard fell into a fit of giggles, but somehow still managed to accept his fresh cup of coffee without spilling a drop.

"I'm not that old, don't sass me kid."

Frank replied sarcastically as he set the plates on the table. Gerard smiled up at him before diving into his plate of bacon and eggs...well, the bacon anyway...he preferred eggs when they'd cooled down a bit. Frank chuckled and sat down to eat his breakfast.

"So what you guys doing today?"

Mikey asked when he paused for breath, half way through his meal. Frank shrugged and looked at Gerard, he hadn't really had a chance to ask what he wanted to do today. Gerard looked at Frank with wide eyes as he swallowed a bite of bacon.

"I...I don't know."

He mumbled shakily.

“We’ll figure something out then.”

Frank smiled softly and looked back at his food. Mikey finished the last bite of his food before getting up from the table and depositing his plate and fork in the sink.

"You'll wash up though, right?...cause I gotta get going if I don't want Tony getting mad at me."

“Yeah, I got this.”

Frank nodded and smiled at him. Mikey grinned.

"Thanks dude..."

Then stepped over to Gerard and wrapped his arms around his brothers shoulders before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"I'll see you later Gee, love you."

He then headed off to find his shoes before disappearing out the door. Gerard sat there wide eyed, with his mouth hung open. Frank looked over at Gerard and raised an eyebrow.

“What’s the matter?”

"He...really means it, doesn't he."

Gerard said in awe.

“Well, yeah.”

Frank watched Gerard, sighing that Gerard even had reason to struggle understanding this. Gerard chewed on his lip as he looked back at Frank.

"What are we gonna do today?"

Frank thought about it for a minute and made a face at a couple of ideas that popped into his head.

“Well…”

He looked at Gerard and chuckled a little.

“We could go roller skating.”

Gerard's eyes lit up.

"Really?...I haven't done that in years."

He said, bouncing in his seat.

“Roller skating it is...”

Frank smiled at him.

“I’ll do the dishes and then we can go. You’ve got time to shower and change if you want to.”

He got up to take his plate over to the sink to start the dishes.

"Ok Frankie."

Gerard got up and headed quickly down to Frank's room. He dug a clean but faded Metallica shirt out of his bag, along with red panties, a pair of knee high black socks and a little black skater skirt...then disappeared into Frank's en-suite bathroom to shower and get dressed. He even decided to wash his hair. 15 minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom to find Frank getting ready himself.

"Hey Frankie, I'm ready to go."

He said, nervous for Frank's reaction to his outfit.

Frank turned around from his dresser and looked at him, doing a double take.

“Woah!...”

He said as he dropped his hand out of the t-shirt drawer, his clean shirt landing on the floor. He realised he dropped it and shook his head quickly, and bent down to pick it up.

“Ok...I’m just…”

He pulled his dirty t-shirt over his head and shook his hair out. He tugged the other t-shirt on and grabbed his phone and wallet. He moved over towards Gerard and smiled at him.

“Mikey told me you wore skirts, I wasn’t sure if he was just being an ass...I’m kind of glad he wasn’t kidding. You are really cute in that.”

Gerard blushed, relief showing on his face as he let out a breath he wasn't aware that he was holding. He giggled slightly.

"You...you think I'm...cute?"

“I always think you’re cute.”

Frank grinned and reached out to take Gerard’s hand in his. Gerard smiled wide and linked his fingers with Frank's.

"You're cute too Frankie...just in a more manly way."

Frank laughed and shook his head, he kissed Gerard gently before pulling back.

“Come on, let’s go roller skating.”

Gerard smiled and nodded.

"Ok. Can we get ice cream while we're out too?...pleeeease?"

Frank chuckled quietly at Gerard’s excitement.

“Of course we can.”

"Cool..."

Gerard bit his lip and looked down at himself for a moment before looking back up through his hair.

"You...you don't think I'll g-get laughed at...do you?"

“No, I don’t see why you would.”

Frank frowned and looked at him. He was beautiful, anyone who laughed at him had to be an idiot. Gerard looked down.

"Mikey used to."

He said quietly.

“Yes but we already know your brother is kind of an ass sometimes...”

Frank tilted his face back up and looked into his pretty green eyes.

“You are cute as hell, no matter what you are wearing, and anyone who doesn’t see that is really dumb or blind.”

Gerard frowned slightly.

"Is everyone except you dumb and blind then?"

“No, I think you misjudge what people think of you.”

Frank frowned back and let go of Gerard’s chin. Gerard looked down.

"I don't think I do."

“We’ll see about that...”

Frank kissed his cheek and tugged at his hand lightly.

“C’mon, I believe there is a bike outside waiting for us.”

Frank smiled. Gerard looked up with a small smile spreading on his lips.

"I'm gonna have to sit on my skirt...I don't want to show everyone my panties."

“Ah, here this might help...”

Frank let go of Gerard’s hand to go over to his little coat closet. He pulled out his beat up leather jacket he wore for riding sometimes.

“This will be long enough for you to actually sit on better so it’ll hold your skirt down.”

Gerard smiled, turning his back so Frank could help him on with the jacket.

"Thank you Frankie."

Frank slipped the jacket onto Gerard’s arms and smiled as he turned around. It was just long enough he’d be able to sit on it better than trying to pull the edge of his skirt down to sit on it. The jacket was way long on Frank and he could never do it up while riding but it was Tony’s old jacket so that wasn’t a surprise. Frank got Linda’s size, not Tony’s.

"That’ll be easier for you.”

Gerard leaned in and lightly kissed Frank's cheek as a blush spread on his own.

"You're too good to me Frankie...thank you."

Frank smiled back at him.

“I’m not but you’re welcome anyway.”

He laced his fingers through Gerard’s again and led him towards the door.

When they stepped outside, Gerard gripped a little tighter to Frank's hand, keeping his head down. He was nervous, hoping he wouldn't get the same taunts and nasty words he'd gotten whenever he used to wear his skirts in collage...he hoped he could pass, and that no one would comment at all. Frank led him over to his bike and let go of his hand to swing his leg over. Gerard chewed his lip as he looked around, worrying that people were staring. Frank looked back at Gerard and reached towards him.

“Come on, you’ll be alright. I got you.”

Gerard gave a small smile and took Frank's hand before climbing onto the bike behind him, making sure to sit on the jacket. Frank smiled widely and started the bike to kick off, and head towards the place he knew they could go roller skating.

(time passes)

Gerard was clung tight to Frank as they pulled to a stop...he wasn't sure he could get off the bike right now, the vibrations and being pressed up against Frank had given him a little...problem, that his skirt was not going to hide. Frank shut the bike off once he got parked and waited for Gerard to get off the bike. When he didn’t move Frank looked back at him. Gerard lowered his head to hide in his hair as his face was fast turning the colour of a tomato.

“You ok?”

Frank raised an eyebrow. Gerard chewed on his lip and looked up through his hair, shaking his head slightly.

"I...I c-can't get off the b-bike Frankie."

“Um….?”

Frank tried to turn around a bit more. Gerard whimpered as Frank's hip rubbed against his crotch. He closed his eyes, shuddering slightly.

Frank was confused at Gerard’s expression for a second and then he clued in.

“Oh! Shit...um...oops…”

Gerard brought his hands up to cover his bright red face and bitten lip.

“Well...what do you wanna do? You wanna sit here and wait a minute?”

Gerard nodded his head, face still in hands.

“Hey, it’s ok, it happens.”

Gerard swallowed and lowered his fingers a little to peep over the top of them.

"F-Frankie?"

“Yeah?”

Frank raised an eyebrow.

"Can we...find s-somewhere...private?"

“Yeah, um...”

Frank looked around for a second.

“Here, hold on, I’m gonna pull over closer to the building and we’ll see if we can’t get you off the bike and wrap the jacket around you...shit. Or did you mean like...home.”

Frank winced as he tried to figure out what Gerard meant.

"Home."

Gerard all but whispered. Frank nodded

“Ok, hold on then.”

He said and sat back forward on his bike. Gerard wrapped his arms loosely around Frank's middle again and hoped they didn't get caught in traffic on the way...he really needed to get home so he could take care of things...or maybe Frank could help him?

(time passes)

Frank pulled up in the driveway by his little staircase side entrance and shut off the bike. He propped it up on the kickstand and waited for Gerard to move. Gerard's problem was now even worse. He whimpered as he shifted and climbed off the bike, his skirt riding up as he moved. Frank swung his leg over to get off the bike and grabbed Gerard by the hand to lead him downstairs and inside. Gerard followed with his red face lowered and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

“You ok?”

Frank asked Gerard when they were safely inside. Gerard looked up slowly and whimpered.

"I...I need..."

Frank pulled Gerard closer to him gently.

“What do you need?”

Gerard pushed into Frank's hold.

"Y-you Frankie...please?"

Frank closed what little space was left between them to kiss Gerard, wrapping his arms around his waist. Gerard melted into the kiss, moaning quietly and pressing his hips forward, unconsciously seeking friction. Frank moved his hands down to Gerard’s hips, the material of the skirt soft against his fingers. He swiped his tongue at Gerard’s bottom lip. Gerard gasped, his lips parting as his fingers clung to Frank's shirt. Frank took the invitation and explored Gerard’s mouth with his tongue, pushing against Gerard a bit. Gerard shuddered, a high breathy moan escaping between their lips.

Frank broke the kiss and moved his mouth down to kiss along Gerard’s jaw, nosing stray strands of hair out of the way to get at his neck. Gerard shivered, whining slightly as he felt his cock twitch beneath his skirt.

"F-Frankie please."

Frank smiled and pulled Gerard towards his bed in the corner.

“I’ve got you, Gee.”

He slid his leather jacket off Gerard’s arms and tossed it over onto the couch. He kicked off his shoes and went back to mouthing at Gerard’s neck as he pushed his hands up under his shirt. Gerard tipped his head back and to the right to give Frank more access, closing his eyes as his mouth fell open with a soft moan escaping his kiss-swollen lips. Frank pushed Gerard back to the bed gently till he could easily lay him down on it and crawl up over him. Gerard whined, his legs spreading apart a little automatically. He knew he should feel embarrassed, but something about the way Frank looked at him, touched him...Gerard just wanted to give himself completely.

Frank pushed Gerard’s shirt up to pull it over his head, watching for signs of him being uncomfortable or panicking again. Gerard shivered slightly as the cool air touched his pale, but heated skin...but he wanted this too much to do more than let out a soft whine as he bit down on his lip, sucking it into his mouth. Frank moved his hands over the soft skin of Gerard’s chest and moaned at the little noises he made.

"F-Frankie, please."

Frank looked up at the sound of his name and smiled before moving his hands down to Gerard’s skirt to get it off of him. He chuckled quietly at the lace panties underneath, moving his hand down over him. Gerard whimpered, his hips thrusting up. Frank sat up on his feet for a second to ditch his hoodie and t-shirt, before leaning back over Gerard to kiss him firmly and moaning into it. Gerard whined, pushing at Frank's chest.

Frank furrowed his brows together worriedly and backed off, letting Gerard push him as far as he wanted him. He was half afraid he’d scared Gerard or something. Gerard's eyes shot straight to Frank's chest, his fingers tracing the colours there. He licked his lips, then leaned up to run his tongue over Frank's tattooed skin.

Frank shut his eyes and smiled at the feeling for a second before sitting up properly to pull Gerard into his lap. He forgot Gerard had a thing about his tattoos. Gerard gasped, pressing himself down against Frank.

“Fuck.”

Frank groaned and held onto Gerard tightly. Gerard shivered.

"Please...Frankie please."

Frank pulled at the waistband of the lace panties and slipped them off of him the best he could, lifting him out of his lap to get them all the way off. He wrapped his hand around Gerard, stroking him and kissing his neck, shoulders, and chest. Gerard bucked up into Frank's hand.

"Oh God please...F-Frankie please t-take me."

Frank groaned and pushed him up against the wall beside the bed. He leaned over to the nightstand and fumbled the drawer open to grab the little bottle of lube. He applied a good amount to his fingers and teased at Gerard’s entrance before pushing in to open him up. Gerard whimpered, his fingers gripping at Frank's shoulders...it had been a while.

“You ok?”

Frank asked, pulling back a bit to look at him. Gerard nodded, breathing heavily for a moment.

"Yeah just...go slow?"

Frank nodded.

“Ok, baby.”

He kissed him and slowly built up to add a second finger. He pushed in and opened him up slowly, trying to make it feel as good as he could for Gerard and letting him adjust. Gerard's breath was shaky as he whimpered and started to move, pushing down on Frank's fingers until suddenly...

"OH GOD!...FRANKIE, RIGHT TH-THERE!!"

Frank chuckled and kissed him deeply to quiet the shouts, then pushed in a third finger. He loved every little noise Gerard made. He pulled out once he was sure he would be alright. He pushed Gerard out of his lap for a second and wiggled out of his jeans and boxers as quickly as he could. He lifted Gerard up and back into his lap. Gerard pushed up on his knees, then reached behind himself and took Frank's cock in his hand. He lined up the tip with his hole, then locked eyes with Frank, and sunk down in one, slow, move...his mouth falling open in a perfect O as a soft moan escaped his lips. Frank groaned and held onto Gerard’s hips.

“F-fuck…”

His hips bucked up a bit but he tried to stay still the best he could. Gerard stilled as he bottomed out, moving his hands onto Frank's shoulders and trembling slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut and whined...Frank's cock was a lot bigger than anything Gerard had had in his ass in years.

“Y-you alr-right?”

Frank asked him, holding onto him. Gerard swallowed, then nodded tentatively.

"Y-you're b-big...just...give m-me a minute...p-please?"

Frank nodded and kissed his cheek gently.

“Ok...don’t rush yourself…”

Gerard nodded shakily, leaning his forehead against Frank's shoulder and just breathing slow and deep. Frank held onto Gerard, kissing gently at his neck and staying as still as he could for him. After a few minutes, Gerard shifted his hips experimentally, and gave out a soft sigh. He lifted his head and met Frank's eyes again. He smiled timidly and nodded.

"I think I'm ok now Frankie."

Frank groaned and pulled out almost all the way to push back in. Gerard's breath hitched and he let out a quiet whine, his fingers gripping at Frank's shoulders.

“Fuck…”

Frank moaned and kissed Gerard, starting to set a slow but steady pace thrusting into him.

"Uh Frankie..."

Gerard moaned in reply.

"So...*uh*...so g-good."

“Yeah…?”

Frank picked up his pace a little and groaned, gripping Gerard’s hips and running his hands down his thighs. Gerard mewled, his eyes fluttering closed as he started to move himself...lifting up on his knees, then dropping carefully back down again. Frank moaned and loosened his grip on Gerard to let him move more freely. Gerard lifted up then slid back down, rolling his hips and letting out short "uh uh uh" noises as he moved. Frank buried his face against Gerard’s neck and met his movements.

"Uh...oh God...F-Frankie...please."

“Ah…”

Frank’s groan was muffled in Gerard’s shoulder and he thrusted up harder. Gerard cried out as Frank's big cock hit his prostate dead on. Frank loved that noise and shifted his angle to hear more of it. Gerard screamed as his vision whited out and pleasure flooded through him.

"Oh God Frankieeeee."

“Shit...Gee...so close….”

Frank panted and whined, kissing Gerard and then moving down to his neck. Gerard ground down, practically sobbing from the feeling.

"G-God...me t-too."

Frank moaned against Gerard’s throat and reached between them to stroke Gerard in time with his thrusts.

“...with me…”

Frank could barely manage the words. Gerard whined, his whole body shaking until with a cry...

"Ahhhh."

...he came hard over both of their chests.

Frank’s hips stuttered as Gerard tightened around him, he thrusted up and cried out as he came. He rested Gerard against the wall and rested his head on his shoulder. Gerard panted, his body going limp in Frank's arms.

"Oh God...F-Frankie. That was..."

He took a shuddering breath, whimpering slightly at his over sensitivity.

"Wow."

Frank grinned at him.

“Yeah.”

He lifted Gerard up gently to pull out and set him back down on the bed, kissing his cheek gently. Gerard whimpered at the sudden empty feeling, then smiled softly.

"Thank you Frankie."

Frank nodded and moved away from Gerard a bit to grab a cloth to clean them up quickly and gently. He tossed the cloth at the laundry hamper when he was done and held out his arms to Gerard in offer of cuddles.

“C’mere.”

Gerard grinned and moved quickly into Frank's arms, snuggling in. He yawned quietly and closed his eyes. Frank laid them down, smiling at the cute little yawn, and pulled a blanket over them. He pulled Gerard close to him and humming contentedly.

"Can we sleep now Frankie?"

“Yeah, we can sleep for a bit now if you want to. Got a few hours.”

Frank smiled and looked down at him. Gerard rubbed his face against Frank's chest sleepily and yawned again.

"Love you Frankie."

He mumbled as he drifted off to sleep. Frank kissed his forehead and smiled.

“Love you too, Gerard.”

Frank hummed before he settled into the warmth and let himself fall asleep with Gerard wrapped tightly in his arms.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So THAT happened, and we were actually intending to send them rollarskating...maybe we'll try that again sometime.

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