Ain't That Tuff Enuff?

The sunlight woke him up first. He opened his eyes shielding them and then turned to see the angel in bed with him. Bob smiled and then turned it into a smirk as he saw the sheet slightly rising with his boyfriend's morning wood. He reached under the covers and began to stroke it. Gerard moaned softly as the delicious feeling pulled him from his sleep. He thrust his hips up slightly into Bob's skilled hand.

"Mmmm, Bobby..."

He moaned with a lazy smile forming on his lips.

"What did I do to *uh* to deserve this?"

"Just being you."

Bob leaned in and kissed him. Gerard kissed back hungrily, his hands threading into Bob's hair as his hips bucked up again.

"Wanna fuck you after you cum."

"Yes...please Bobby, please."

Gerard begged, tipping his head back into his pillow. Bob pulled the covers off and watched his hand slide over the slickness and shine of Gerard's cock. He licked his lips and then pulling away from Gerard, pressed his mouth against it. Gerard whined, arching his back and hips clear off of the bed.

"Oh God pleeease."

Bob mouthed at the head while stroking the shaft as he savored the taste of his boyfriend's precum.

"Please Bobby...I'm gonna *uh* gonna *uh* cum."

Bob kept up what he was doing and started to stroke faster. Gerard trembled, words turning to incomprehensible babble until he cried out, cumming hard. Bob gathered it all up into his mouth, but did not swallow. He then moved up and kissed Gerard pushing the cum into his mouth with his tongue. He continued to stroke him through his orgasm. Gerard kissed back, happily accepting his own cum and swallowing some, while passing some back into Bob's mouth until it was all gone and he was whimpering from oversensitivity, moving a hand down to push Bob's hand off of his cock. Bob used the hand covered in cum to press two fingers into Gerard. Gerard whined, pushing down onto the fingers.

"Easy baby, I got you, let me take care of you."

Gerard nodded, eyes closed and mouth hung open...fingers gripping at anything he could reach. Bob added a third finger as he grabbed for the lube. He spread it on his own cock and then shifted down between Gerard's legs. He scissored him a bit more, then pulled his fingers out. He lifted Gerard's hips up and lined his cock up.

"Ready baby?"

"Yes, just please please *uhhh*..."

Gerard trailed off with a groan as he felt Bob press into him. Bob bit his lip. It always felt so good sliding in. Warm and wet and so tight. He took his time, not cause Gerard needed it, but cause he loved to savor every inch as he sunk in. Gerard shuddered, his nerve endings feeling raw and on fire. He scrunched his face up as he tried to breathe through the initial discomfort...he knew it would fade soon to be replaced by the most intense pleasure imaginable., he just had to get through the pain first. When he was finally fully in, Bob reached up with a shaky hand and caressed Gerard's sweat soaked face and hair.

"You good baby? I can wait if you need me too."

Gerard nodded shakily...he'd never had to adjust with either of his two past partners, but Bob was fucking hung, and Gerard needed a minute.

"J-just a minute Bobby...please?"

He whimpered quietly with tears in his eyes as he clung to Bob's shoulders and breathed slow and deep.

"Yeah yeah baby, I'm good, take all the time you need. Should I add more lube?"

Bob was so gentle with Gerard. He treated him like glass sometimes.

"Please."

Gerard murmured.

"Okay baby, when you are ready, I'll do it."

Gerard nodded.

"O-ok Bobby."

Bob waited till Gerard's breathing evened out and he could see him getting used to the girth. He started to pull back out again and poured the lube over his shaft as he went. When he was just the head he added the most and then pushed back in slowly again letting the lube coat the inside. Gerard let out a long moan as Bob's length slid into him.

"Ahhhh fuuuuckkk."

It felt so much better now. Bob felt Gerard's body opening up to him. Gerard's face was more relaxed now too. Bob knew it was safe to start thrusting. Gerard forced his eyes open to look up at Bob.

"I won't break Bobby...y-you can *uh* fuck me hard now...please?"

Bob gripped Gerard's hip, pulling him up into his lap.

"You got it baby."

He thrust his hips up making Gerard bounce on his cock.

"Oh FUCK yes!"

Gerard cried out, gripping Bob's shoulders tight and starting to fuck himself down hard onto the older man's big cock. Bob held him tight leaning in and kissing his neck littering it with marks that lets everyone know that Gerard belongs to him. Gerard keened, bouncing harder and faster.

"God, yes yes yes!"

He wasn't going to last long.

"Do I *grunt* need to t-touch you?"

"No *uh*...s-so c-close."

"That's it baby, cum for me. Cum around my thick hard cock inside you."

Gerard bounced harder, taking Bob as deep as he'd go each time.

"Yes yes oh God yessss...YEEEEEESSSSS!"

He screamed out as he came, hot cum splashing over both of their stomachs. That was enough to set Bob off as he growled, biting Gerard's shoulder hard and cumming inside him. Gerard whimpered as he became oversensitive all over again and started shivering with the feeling.

"Easy baby, I got you."

Bob carefully laid them down on the bed pulling out of him carefully. He got up and grabbed a wet cloth from the bathroom and gently wiped Gerard down. He then cleaned himself up and pulled the covers up over them.

"Baby that was..."

*beep beep beep beep*

Bob groaned and hit the alarm. Gerard frowned.

"That time already?...I really wanted to cuddle."

"I did too, but we have a job to do and we need to get it done before noon cause it will be too hot then. I fucking hate August."

"Me too Bobby. Hey, can we stop at Starbucks on the way?...I need to get the guys coffees and donuts..." Gerard looked down.

"...as an apology."

"Did you really kick them out last night?"

"Yeah I...I kinda snapped at them too...I really should apologise."

"So let's jump in the shower real quick and we can ride to work together."

"Ok...do you want to wash first, or do you want to save water?"

Bob laughed and scooped his boyfriend up carrying him into the bathroom.

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"About damn time."

Mikey stood there with his arms folded as Bob and Gerard pulled into the lot.

"COFFEE!"

Ryan saw the carrier of coffee in Bob's hand. Gerard looked at his friend and his brother and offered a nervous smile...and a large box of donuts.

"Peace offering?"

Mikey looked in and saw a Boston cream with an M on it.

"You know that stands for Mets right?"

"Well I was thinking Mikey, but whatever floats your boat."

Mikey picked up the doughnut and pressed his lips against the orange and blue icing. He then kissed his brother's cheek.

"Thanks Gee, but you know I am a Yankees fan like you."

He grinned and took a big bite. Gerard rolled his eyes, wiping his hand over his cheek to rid himself of the sticky.

"I know but...am I forgiven?"

"Of course you are Gee. I lose bets about you all the time. One more doesn't hurt."

"Wait...where the fuck is Wentz?"

Bob looked around and didn't see his car. Gerard shrugged.

"Beats me...here, I'll call him."

He pulled his cell from his pocket and speed dialed Pete's number, wandering a few feet away to talk in relative peace. Ryan made grabby hands for the coffee while Bob was distracted. He savored the scent of cinnamon before he took a sip.

"Ahhh, I needed this."

"Hey Ryan, so what about that thing you were telling Gee about last night?"

"Oh! So my friend said that this modeling agency likes to mix real models with every day people. Showing that real people can walk a runway too."

"What's the pay?"

"About $50 an hour."

"That's some sweet cash!"

"Yeah it is."

Gerard walked back to the group as he slipped his cell back into his jacket pocket.

"Pete's car died. He's getting a ride from his neighbor, but he's probably gonna be a half hour late at least. He said sorry."

"Well...that's different."

Bob returned with his and Gerard's hard hats.

"Alright guys, finish your breakfast and let’s get as much done as we can before the noon sun hits."

Mikey looked at Ryan.

"We can continue this at lunch."

"Sure."

Mikey grabbed his hard hat and slipped on his gloves. Ryan grabbed his and after putting on his own gloves grabbed the wheel barrel. Gerard tiptoed to kiss Bob on the cheek. He winced slightly as he stood back down.

"Ow!...Bobby?...are there any pain killers in the office?"

"Of course, in the medicine box in the bottom file cabinet. You gonna be okay?"

Gerard nodded.

"Yeah, but my ass hurts so bad right now..."

He smirked.

"I blame you."

"I don't need to hear that!"

Mikey cringed and Ryan patted him on the back.

"Come on Mikey, let's go lay some bricks and forget about your brother getting laid."

Mikey looked at Ryan scowling.

"I hate you."

Gerard giggled and headed toward the office...he really loved grossing out his brother, it was one of his favorite pastimes. Bob shook his head and then unrolled the blueprints for the building.

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"This sucks. It's even too hot to enjoy pizza."

Ryan threw the piece down he half ate and drained another bottle of water. Gerard pulled off his shirt and stretched to pop his back.

"Anyone fancy an ice cream?...I'll go on a run for them if you like."

"Oohhh, that sounds heavenly."

The guys started pulling money out of their wallets and giving Gerard their orders. Once he knew what everyone wanted, Gerard headed over to the office to see if Bob wanted anything...he left his shirt on the pile of pallets he'd chucked it on.

"Knock knock..."

He grinned from the doorway.

"I'm going for ice creams Bobby, do you want anything?"

"You?"

"Well obviously..."

Gerard smirked.

"But beside that?"

"Yeah, get me my usual."

Bob would have said more, but the phone started to ring. He gave Gerard an apology with his eyes. Gerard gave a smile and a wave, then headed off site to the ice cream parlor across the street.

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"So underwear?"

"Well, I mean its swim suits too. Remember the fashion world is opposite, so in the winter its summerware."

"Ah, that makes sense."

"It does?"

Pete asked with a totally confused look on his face...he had arrived really really late for work, and come in half way through this conversation...he was playing catch up right now.

"Well...no not really, but you notice they start selling the swim suits in January."

"Yeah, last snow storm, I was buying gloves and they were putting out flip flops."

Pete nodded.

"Yeah, I get you now. So are you really thinking of trying this?"

"I mean what's the worse that could happen? I find out that I am not as devastatingly handsome as I thought I was?"

"That sounds like something that Pete would say Mikey."

"What would Pete say?"

Gerard said as he walked over with his hands full of slightly melted ice creams.

"That I'm devastatingly handsome."

Pete said with a grin. Gerard rolled his eyes.

"If you say so..."

He handed out all but two of the ice creams, keeping hold of Bob's and his own.

"None for you Pete...you should've gotten here on time."

He stuck out his tongue at Pete, then headed to the office to see Bob.

"I DIDN'T WANT ONE ANYWAY, WAY."

Gerard flipped Pete off over his shoulder and stepped into the portacabin office.

"Ice cream delivery."

"No no! I don't give a fuck! You gave that job to them and it was mine!"

Bob's office was a mess. Papers scattered everywhere and he was yelling into his phone. Gerard's eyes went wide and he backed out again, shaking his head. He turned and walked back to the boys, holding one of the ice creams out to Pete.

"Here."

Pete took the ice cream with a grin.

"Bob not want it?"

He licked up the side as it started melting down his hand.

"He's busy. I'll get him another one later."

Gerard concentrated on his own melting treat.

"So do we get to keep the clothing?"

"I think so...I'm not sure."

Gerard looked up with a spot of ice cream on his nose.

"Wait, what did I miss?...what are we talking about now?"

"Being models Gee."

"Yeah, Ryan is gonna hook us all up."

"Are you still on that?...I thought you were fucking around before."

"No Gee, we would get $50 an hour!"

Gerard choked on his ice cream, his eyes going wide.

"$50?!...you're joking, right?"

"No! That's like more than twice what we make now!"

"Well yeah but like...lingerie?...honestly?"

"Well no, it's swim suits too and regular underwear."

"Actually it says that the lingerie ones get $75- $100 depending on if it's runway or catalog."

Gerard blinked at Ryan.

"And you can get us in?"

"Well I mean you still have to get the job, but yeah, my friend said he would vouch,"

Gerard licked at his ice cream for a minute, considering, then nodded.

"Ok, I'm in as long as I'm not doing this shit alone."

"Hell no! A chance to make that kind of money!"

Ryan turned to Pete.

"What about you Pete?"

"Oh I'm in!...you haven't lived till you've seen me in panties."

"Uh...I'm good."

"Yeah, and I have already."

Mikey smirked and Gerard choked again.

"Can you not?...I don't need to know Mikey."

"Didn't need to know what?"

Bob came out and he looked haggard. Gerard looked up and smiled.

"Oh nothing, just Mikey telling us about Pete's panties."

"Pete's what? You know what, never mind. Um...I got bad news for you guys. The job we had set for October just got...well the contract got bought out from under us, so after September, we are done till Spring."

Gerard groaned slightly.

"Well that sucks...but we might just have a way to make some money to fill the gap."

"Oh, what did you find out?"

"We're all going to be lingerie models..."

Pete said excitedly, bouncing in his seat with a huge, shit-eating grin on his face.

"Cool right?"

"Wait...Gee...you?"

"Chill Bob, it's swim suits too and underwear for men."

Mikey smiled at Gerard.

"And you would make a great model no matter what you wore Gee."

Bob looked at Gerard. He looked happy at the idea that he would make money on his own and Bob knew how independent he was.

"Well...I mean you all are going to go right?"

"Well I definitely am..."

Pete said proudly.

"Mikey?...Ryan?...you in too?"

"I could use that kind of scratch for sure."

"Hey, if we save up, we can use it for something else...like a bachelor party."

"Wait, what?..."

Gerard’s head snapped around to look at his brother.

"Who's getting married?...did you forget to tell me something Mikey?"

Bob looked over Gerard's shoulder at Mikey and begged him to stop.

"Just joking Gee, just jokes."

Gerard frowned slightly then shook his head.

"Well anyway...what do you think Bobby?...do you think we'd all make good models?"

He pouted and struck a ridiculous pose.

"Sure baby, you can do anything you want to."

Bob was thankful for the distraction. Gerard grinned wide.

"Oh by the way...Pete ate your ice cream."

Bob's eyes went wide.

"Snitch."

Pete grumped, poking Gerard in the ribs and making him squeal.

"Hey...that's mine Wentz."

Pete raised an eyebrow.

"You own Gerard?...when did this happen?'

Mikey raised an eyebrow to Bob as well.

"Well...look at the time...I should..."

Ryan slipped his hat back on and backed away to the site. Gerard looked from Pete to Bob, then back.

"Ah, yes...time to get back to work."

He stood up and quickly followed after Ryan, shoving his hat on his head on the way. Pete stared up at Bob accusingly.

"Let it go Pete."

Pete raised his eyebrow at Bob even higher. Mikey grabbed Pete and pulled him toward the site.

"Later Boss Man."

Pete called over his shoulder as they headed back to work. Bob sighed. He didn't mean to say it like that.

"Fuck."

Bob's phone rang and he headed back into the trailer.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So...that happened.

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