Ain't That Tuff Enuff?

Gerard woke feeling warm and comfortable. It took him a minute to remember where he was, but when he saw Frank's tattooed arm wrapped around him from behind, he knew...and he found that he wasn't feeling as guilty as he probably should. He remembered the argument he'd had with Bob at the site, then running into Frank while he was trying to walk off his bad mood then...then the bathtub...Frank's mouth around his cock and how fucking good that felt. He felt his cock twitch and start to harden at the memory. He whined slightly, pushing his ass back against Frank, and discovering that Frank was already hard. Gerard shivered, his breath hitching. He had a sudden desire to reach back and line Frank's cock up with his hole, then just push back onto it. Could he do that? Would that be allowed? Taking a shaky breath, he reached back and wrapped his fingers loosely around Frank's big hard cock. He shuffled slightly, spreading his legs a little and lined up. Just then, he felt Frank start to stir.

"I thought it was a dream, but you're still here."

Frank pulled Gerard closer as he pressed his cock forward, breaching the older man's opening. Gerard whined, pushing back.

"Where ah ah...where else would I be?"

Frank grunted as he looked down and watched his cock disappear into Gerard's tight heat.

"Fuck baby, you are still so tight."

Frank lost all train of the conversation. He lifted Gerard's leg high by his thigh and started to rock his lower body, fucking him slowly.

"Oh God please..."

Gerard panted out, his eyes closed and brow furrowed.

"Harder. Faster...please s-sir."

"Nah, not this time baby, wanna take it easy and feel everything. Love the way my cock feels as it's dragging along your inner walls. Feels so warm and safe."

Frank pulled Gerard even more into his arm and pressed his face into his neck enjoying his natural scent. He peppered kisses on his skin lightly. Gerard shuddered, tilting his head to give Frank better access as he ground back into Frank's lap.

"Feels, ahh...so good."

"You should always feel good baby."

Frank kept up the slow pace as he gently reached up and tilted Gerard's head back so that he could connect their lips. Gerard gasped and sighed into the kiss, his breath trembling between them. Frank stole the sound to save it for later on in his memory. He lifted Gerard's leg even higher to press deeper inside him. The friction was amazing and as much as he wanted to, he wasn't going to last much longer. Gerard cried out as Frank's cock pressed hard against his prostate.

"You're so fucking amazing."

Frank kept going, he wanted them to cum together this time. Later on he would do what Gerard requested. He would flip him over and smash his face into the pillow, mount him like an animal and fuck him till he was delirious, but right now, he wanted this, he needed this. fast fucking can be done anytime with anyone, but slow relaxed strokes were meant for people that you liked, that you cared about and...Frank was starting to care about Gerard.

"F-Frankie..."

Gerard breathed shakily.

"Not...not gonna l-last."

"Cum with me Gee, cum just from me holding you, kissing you, slowly fucking you."

"Yes, yes want that."

"Good."

Frank fused their mouths together and aimed for Gerard's prostate every stroke. Gerard whimpered and moaned. He felt every thrust and loved every second of it. Frank could feel it buidling now, it was coming up fast.

"Fuck, Gee, I'm gonna..."

"Me, uh,...me too."

Frank pulled his hips back and slammed into Gerard one more time as he panted into his mouth and filled him with his orgasm. Gerard felt himself being filled up. It was enough. With a scream, he came hard...all over Frank's black silk sheets. Frank rode out his and Gerard's orgasm till he was exhausted. Without pulling out he reached over and grabbed a towel from their bath earlier. He wiped Gerard's cock off and then pulled him in close.

"Sleep now baby."

Gerard nodded, too spent to answer. He closed his eyes and was asleep a few moments later.

Mikey usually didn't worry about his brother cause he had Bob and Bob was good at taking care of Gerard...even though Gerard could take care of himself. It was a weird relationship to be honest. Lately though, Bob had been talking to Mikey and telling him that Gerard was acting strange. He was pushing Bob away and asserting more independence then he had before. Mikey didn't quite get it till he saw what happened yesterday on the site. Now it was almost one in the morning and Bob said Gerard didn't come home. He left his phone at the site so he couldn't even call him. Mikey had no idea where his older brother was or who he was with.

*knock knock*

Brendon had looked up Mikey's address on the modelling agency's computer the day after he first saw the boy, but he hadn't gone stalker yet and turned up or watched him...not that he'd admit at least. Now he was on his doorstep, following the text he'd received from Frank, and he had no intention of just passing on the message that Gerard was ok, then leaving. No, he intended to get at the very least...a kiss. He knocked again, then waited.

"Who the fuck...Gee."

Mikey tripped getting out of bed not even grabbing his robe. He ran in his pajama pants to the door.

"Gee, where have you...Brendon?"

Brendon couldn't stop his eyes from trailing down the boy's slim body, then back up. He blamed the seven energy drinks he'd consumed in the last five hours.

"Uh...hi Mikey. How's your night going?"

He leaned against the doorjamb.

"How's my...are you drunk or something? It's one in the fucking morning and you are at my...how did you know where I even lived?!"

Brendon chuckled, tapping the side of his nose.

"Well that's my secret..."

He straightened up.

"And yes, I'm drunk...on life, energy drinks and your incredible beauty."

"Uh huh."

Mikey slammed the door in his face wincing when he remembered what time it was. Brendon rolled his eyes then leaned down to shout through the letterbox.

"I KNOW WHERE YOUR BROTHER IS!"

Mikey pulled the door open and grabbed Brendon's shirt. He pulled him into the apartment, slamming the door again. Man was he gonna hear it from his neighbour tomorrow.

"What the fuck do you know about my brother?"

"Easy there tiger, don't shoot the messenger..."

Brendon smirked and raised his hands in surrender.

"But if you want to manhandle the merchandise, I've got no objections..."

He grinned wide, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I like it rough."

"Good to know."

Mikey threw Brendon into the easy chair. He then jumped behind him and cuffed him with his arm against his neck squeezing tight.

"Now you uppity piece of shit, you are gonna tell me where my brother is or you are gonna regret it."

"Alright alright..."

Brendon choked out quickly, his eyes bulging slightly.

"He's at Frank's place. He's safe, don't worry."

"Frank's place? What the fuck is he doing there?"

Brendon chuckled.

"Exactly!"

Mikey pulled his arm tighter and twisted with his fist.

"Stop with the fucking riddles and tell me what the fuck is going on!"

"Exactly th- *cough* that Mikey...fucking is going on...I should think."

Mikey let go of Brendon a little.

"Are you telling me that piece of shit is fucking my brother?"

"Are you telling me, that your brother hasn't told you already?"

"But he said it only happened once!"

Brendon nodded, as much as he could with Mikey's arm still around his neck anyway.

"It was only once...before today."

Mikey let go of Brendon listening to him cough. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. He passed in front of him and threw it in his lap, just missing his nuts. He flopped on the sofa.

"Talk, tell me what you know."

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"Wow...I had no idea Frank was that into him."

"I'm not sure Frank really knew at first, but he's kinda...smitten now."

Brendon said with a shrug before chugging back more of his water.

"So that's Frank's side, but what about Gee, what is he gonna do about Bob? I mean...four years, you can't just throw that away right?"

But Mikey knew you could. He had been thrown away too, but for a different reason. Pete picked up the pieces for him, but he knew he was never the same. Stupid bitch. Brendon sighed, looking down.

"Four years can be thrown away just like that..."

He snapped his fingers.

"Believe me..."

He took a breath.

"I don't know how your brother feels about all this, I've not really said more than a couple words to him since we met...but if he feels even a fraction of where Frank's at right now, then I think Bob could find himself single real soon."

"He did tell me that the sex was better than anything he had with Bob..."

Mikey realised what he said and shook his head.

"I need a drink to deal with my brother's sex life."

He got up and headed to the kitchen. He pulled a bottle of vodka out and some orange juice along with two glasses and a pitcher. He quickly put the screwdriver together being heavy on the alcohol a bit and then after adding ice he brought it into the living room.

"Hope you like Vodka."

He put the glasses down and poured two tumblers full. Brendon chuckled.

"I'm good with that. Thanks."

Mikey picked his up and sat back down. He took a big gulp.

"He has a pain kink."

Brendon choked, vodka shooting out his nose.

"What the?!...*cough cough*...your brother?"

"Yeah, he had a few interesting one night stands before Bob came around."

"But...he doesn't do that with Bob?"

"No Bob treats him like a guy he likes...well loves I guess, but he treats him equal even though Gerard is the bottom in the relationship. That's why he freaked when he saw Gee dolled up."

Brendon nodded in understanding.

"He wants control, but doesn't want to control Gerard how he wants to be controlled...that about it?"

"You know, for an air head pretty boy, you can be really smart."

"Hey!..."

Brendon exclaimed, frowning.

"I'm no airhead, I graduated as Valedictorian and could've gone to Harvard...if my folks gave enough of a shit about me to pay the fees..."

He then tilted his head as if he'd realised something.

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Wait...you didn't go cause you couldn't afford it? But aren't you getting paid like Gee now? Can't you go now?"

Brendon shrugged slightly.

"I could, but I love my job...I'd miss it too much..."

He took a sip of his drink, relaxing more into the chair.

"I'm doing courses online though. That way, when I'm too old to model, I'll have qualifications that can help me toward what I dreamed of doing as a kid."

"And what was that?"

"I always wanted to be a vet...I love animals, especially small animals, cats, dogs...rabbits..."

He smiled wide just thinking about it.

"That's why I've got so many pets."

Mikey was surprised. Brendon was not the boy he thought he was."

"Tell me about them please."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So maybe Brendon's not that bad after all?...maybe.

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