Ain't That Tuff Enuff?

***Time Stamp: Monday ***

Bob didn't know whether to be upset or confused. He was happy they all got the job, but he didn't understand why Gerard was already getting paid for a photo shoot and every time he asked about it Gerard would get really quiet. Mikey assured him that there was just a mix up and they thought that Gerard was already a model and that he was a natural and he should be proud. Bob was always proud of his boyfriend, but he still felt like something was being hidden from him.

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"Gee, what's wrong, are you not enjoying your food?"

They were out for dinner at one of Gerard's favorite places. They had become regulars there over the years and even had their own table. Usually Gerard was excited and talkative, but today he was quiet and reserved and Bob was quite concerned.

"No Bobby, it's good, really...I'm just not that hungry."

Gerard answered with a shrug and a small smile. He really didn't want Bob to worry, cause there was nothing to worry about...right?

"I hope this modeling job doesn't have you on one of those crazy diets, cause you look fine the way you are Gee."

"Yes, he certainly does."

Bob looked up and saw a short man with visible tattoos on his hand. He had a lip ring and a smirk on his face. Bob did not like him at all. Gerard looked up and visibly paled.

"Oh err, hi F-Frank. Bobby, this is Frank...he's...one of the other m-models. Bobby's my boyfriend."

"...fiance, Robert actually."

Frank was a bit taken back. Gerard wore no ring to indicate he was taken. Still...Frank wasn't one to back down either.

"Well then you are one lucky son of a bitch. He's a perfect ten."

Bob looked at Gerard and took his hand.

"Yes I am and yes he is."

Gerard blushed slightly, looking anywhere but at Frank, who he could feel was watching him.

"Um...excuse me. I just need to..."

He pulled his hand free with a small smile to Bob before getting up and walking quickly away to the men's room. Frank watched Gerard go and smirked. He knew who was in the bathroom. Gerard opened the door and walked in. All but one of the stalls was vacant, but that didn't matter, he didn't need one...he just needed to chill for a minute. He walked over to the wash basins opposite the stalls and leaned on the counter, letting his head drop down between his arms. A click sounded behind him as the one occupied stall opened. Gerard looked up into the slightly water stained mirror and gasped.

"Well, hey there."

Gabe walked out of the stall after flushing it. He stepped up to the sink and started to wash his hands.

"I see that you are on the roster for Wednesday. I look forward to working with you again..."

Gabe raised his eyebrows playfully, but gave a warm sincere smile.

"I saw your shots. You take direction very well."

There was sincerity in his voice too.

"Um, th-thank you."

Gerard said nervously, keeping his eyes down.

Gabe shook his hands out and grabbed a paper towel. He walked to the trash can that was near to Gerard and tossed it away after using it.

"I have seen Patrick's creations and I swear, he had you in mind when he created them."

Gabe pulled out his phone.

"I shouldn't have these, but..."

Gabe opened up his camera. Gerard looked up tentatively, but when he caught sight of the pictures...

"Oh my God that's beautiful...he couldn't have possibly been thinking about me when he made that..."

He gushed, leaning in closer to look at the pictures on the small screen.

"And that one...wow!"

"Sure he did. They all go with your pale complexion and those beautiful hazel eyes."

Gerard looked up, surprised to see how close Gabe was to him.

"No I...um..."

Gabe was about to say something else when his phone went off. He looked at the text and smiled.

"Gotta run love, see you in a couple days."

He leaned in and kissed Gerard, pressing him into the wall and stealing his breath and then he was out the door. Gerard panted...what the fuck just happened? He went back to the mirror and looked at his reflection.

"That didn't happen. Just pull yourself together and walk back out there like nothing happened...cause nothing did."

Gerard gave himself a pep talk then nodded and left the bathroom, returning to his and Bob's table...trying not to look at Frank or Gabe, who were still there...talking to Bob!

"Sorry about that."

"There you are Gee, we thought you fell in."

Bob was surprised that the guy, Frank, called him so informally.

"Frankie, we do need to get going."

"Right, well you two have fun. Here, enjoy dessert on me."

Frank laid a fifty on the table and then walked away with Gabe. Frank waved at Gerard making sure he saw Gabe slip his hand in Frank's back pocket and squeeze his ass. Gerard swallowed and glanced at Bob, laughing uncomfortably.

"Haha...they're a real pair of jokers, aren't they?"

"Are they a couple?"

"Um...I don't really know."

"Huh."

Bob picked up the fifty and passed it to Gerard.

"You can give this back to him when you see him again...when are you seeing him again?"

"Well I'm working again on Wednesday, but I don't know if he'll be there or not."

Gerard said, kinda proud of himself for not stumbling over his words.

"Oh...right, I forgot, we aren't welding till Friday."

Gerard smiled weakly, shaking his head and taking a big sip of his soda.

"No...can you come see me model on Wednesday?"

He asked, remembering quiet clearly that Bob was booked solid with deliveries coming in, and meetings to try to set up more jobs that day.

"I wish I could. Still I feel alright knowing Mikey is there and Pete too...oddly."

Gerard giggled.

"I don't know why you don't trust Pete, he's a good guy you know."

"You weren't the one that caught him and Mikey in the tool shed. I still have nightmares."

"No, but I am the one that caught them in the back of the truck...and behind the dumpsters...and on our sofa. I've seen more of my brother than I ever wanted to because of Pete...but he's still a good guy."

Bob shivered.

"Point made. Just be careful okay? Don’t let some handsome talent agent whisk you away to a life of modeling."

Gerard laughed.

"No chance...you're not getting rid of me that easy...boss."

He winked, leaning in to kiss Bob's bristly cheek. Bob sighed and crushed Gerard to him.

"I love you kid, you know that right?"

"Of course I do...and I love you too. Don't worry about the modelling thing Bobby, I'll be ok and I'll take you out to dinner when I get my first pay check.”

"I'll look like trash on your arm by then."

Bob chuckled and then kissing him again let go.

"See you Friday baby."

Gerard smiled sadly.

"I'll miss you till then. I'll miss your hugs and kisses and..."

He dropped his voice and leaned in to whisper in Bob's ear.

"...your big...fat...cock."

Bob groaned.

"Don’t do that to me baby please. I won't see you for four days."

"Four days too long..."

Gerard sighed, leaning his head on Bob's shoulder.

"Hey, do you think they'd ban us from here if I blew you in the men's room?"

Bob looked at all the families eating with kids.

"Pretty sure, and I like this place."

Gerard sighed again.

"Oh well, I guess we'll both be blue balling it till Friday then...but you know what they say?"

"What do they say?"

Bob took a sip of his soda.

Gerard looked up at him and smiled.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder...and the fucking ten times hotter..."

He giggled as he kissed Bob's cheek again and slid out of the booth.

"I'll see you Friday Bobby. I love you."

"Love you Gee."

Bob watched his boyfriend walk past the tables. He didn't notice the heads that turned, but Bob did and if made him both proud and worried. Proud that Gerard loved him and worried that one day Gerard would see he could do better than a blue collar foreman. Bob shook his head and paid the bill.

***Time Stamp: Wednesday***

"There is our little star."

Ray smiled as Gerard arrived with the other boys. They had sorted out the mess that day, and paid the young man that had become Patrick's newest obsession.

"I'm not sure about the star thing..."

Gerard said with a grin and a shake of his head.

"...but hi Ray."

"You say that, but wait till you see what Patrick has for you my dear."

Gerard was hustled ahead of Mikey, Pete and Ryan to the same door as last time. Ray opened it and Gerard saw Gabe and Patrick.

"Here is your muse Trick."

Patrick looked up and grinned.

"Ahh, wonderful. I hope you're ready for a long day...I have three outfits ready just for you."

Gerard swallowed.

"Err yes, I guess so..."

He smiled nervously.

"I don't need to be...waxed again...do I?"

Patrick chuckled.

"Well maybe...Gabe, why don't you take our little dove here, and the others to see if they need the treatment...yeah?"

"It would be my pleasure."

Gabe purred and held his hand out for the younger man. Gerard swallowed and looked at his hand.

"Um, shouldn't we wait for Mikey and Pete?"

"Who?"

"They are the other ones we hired with Gee."

"Oh, are they lingerie too?"

Ray looked at the clip board.

"Pete and Mikey are doing swim with Frankie and Brendon and Ryan is doing lingerie with Gee."

Gabe smiled.

"I will be busy tonight. "

Gerard gave a small smile.

"Yeah, except for Ryan...he shaves."

"Oh sweetie, you don't just shave for swim suit."

Ray looked at Gabe and Gabe chuckled. Gerard tipped his head to one side.

"W-what do you mean?"

Gabe leaned in.

"Remember what I was doing the first time you saw me with Frankie?"

Gerard's brow creased for a moment, then his eyes went wide and he started to splutter.

"You mean you're gonna...my brother!?"

"Oh, he's your brother? That will be a first for me!"

Everyone in the room laughed except Gerard. Ray noticed and shook his head.

"We aren't into dubious consent Gee. Gabe will ask, if he is turned down, Mikey...that's his name right? He can get himself hard on his own.

"Yeah, but it's more fun with me."

"I'll say."

Frank walked in the door. He saw Gerard and smirked.

"Well hello there angel, you came to take Trick's creations to heaven again?"

Gerard felt his cheeks heat up and looked away...he was not some blushing fucking schoolgirl.

"Err yeah...something like that."

"Alright, come on you two, let’s go."

Gabe ushered Gerard into the shaving room and Frank followed. He closed the door and sat down.

"Who's going first?"

"Oh he can, I'll just wait and...watch."

Gerard frowned slightly, but considering the business, he knew he had to get used to having an audience...even if he didn't know the guy. He looked at Gabe.

"Um, you doing the same as last time?"

He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear a yes or a no to that question.

"Probably not the full treatment. Depends how quickly your hair grows back."

"Oh, he got the full Saporta special including the Cobra?"

Gerard tilted his head in confusion.

"The Cobra?"

"Frankie stop scaring him."

Gabe smiled at Gerard.

"Let's see what we have to work with shall we?"

Gerard sighed, unbuttoning his pants.

"Fine, but what you did last time?...it won't be necessary."

"I'd be surprised if that hair grew back that fast. Not like Frankie here."

Frank chuckled.

"It’s the Italian blood. Some of my uncles are scary for sure."

Gerard raised an eyebrow.

"Do I want to know how you know about your uncle's body hair?"

"Pool parties man, seeing them in their speedos. Where is your mind Sir?"

Gabe laughed.

"Alright, knock it off you two, come on Gee, let’s see what I'm working with."

Gerard frowned for a second, eyeing Frank before dropping his pants. He hadn't bothered with underwear today. Frank sat back and watched the older man. There was a blush to his skin that turned it from the heavenly pale white to a soft rose. Frank liked it a lot. He watched as Gerard hopped up on the table after taking off his shirt. Gabe pulled out the straight razor and did a quick clean up under the guy's arms and then his chest. He looked disappointed that there was no hair on his legs.

"I think you look good there Gee."

Gerard nodded as he sat up.

"Always..."

He swung his legs off of the table then looked at Frank.

"Your turn."

Frank stood up and dropped his pants. He was wearing underwear...barely.

"Oh nice, is that part of the summer collection from last year?"

"Yup, going swimming after this."

The barely there swim suit had ties on the side which Frank pulled in one move and it slipped to the ground revealing his cock.

"Looks like you just need a little on the sides and then fluffing."

"Sounds good to me."

Gabe got on his knees and examined Frank moving his cock from side to side.

"It might be easier to fluff you first and then wax."

"You're the master, you do what you need to."

"Right, let me get my lube."

Gerard swallowed awkwardly.

"Err...should I leave?"

Frank smirked.

"Why, we're all guys here right? We all have the same parts. Well...some a little bigger than others."

Gerard frowned.

"I'm not drunk enough to get out a tape measure."

"Good to know."

Gabe returned with a jar in his hand. He got back on his knees in front of Frank and dipped his hand in it. He then reached up and started to jack his cock. Gerard turned his eyes away. He shouldn't watch this...he couldn't. Frank saw how uncomfortable the guy was. He thought about making it worse, but instead started a conversation with Gabe about basketball to show that this was a normal thing. Gerard sat in silence for a minute, wondering how Frank could talk so normally while that was happening to him...maybe it wasn't. He turned to look and his eyes went wide...yep!...it was definitely happening...Frank was getting a hand job right in front of him. And now he couldn't look away if he tried.

"Hey, I hate to be a killjoy, but if our angel is done, we need him."

Ray stuck his head in the door. Behind him was the rest of the guys and Brendon. Mikey's eyes went wide as he saw his brother standing there naked with two guys while one was being jacked off.

"Oh sure, Gee, you can get going to make up. Just leave your clothes and grab one of the robes. I'm almost done with Frankie here, it was easier to fluff first."

"Sounds good Gabe. Come on then Gee."

Gerard coughed, breaking himself out of his daze and feeling his cheeks burn as he grabbed a robe and pulled it on quickly.

"Uh, yeah sure...coming."

Ray took Gerard's hand and led him past Mikey, Pete and Ryan.

"Um...did anyone else see that?"

Ryan looked at Pete and Mikey. Pete grinned and nodded, turning to Mikey.

"Why'd you never tell me your brother has such a nice dick?"

"Watch it Pete or I will fuck up your face worse than that Jack hammer incident."

Pete winced, holding up his hands in surrender.

"Woah there MikeyWay...I'm just messing..."

He leaned toward Ryan and lowered his voice.

"I'm right though...right?"

"It's not bad looking."

"Ryan..."

Ryan held up his hands. He looked at the other guy standing there laughing at them.

"What so funny man?"

Brendon shrugged with a smirk.

"Nothing at all, I just love seeing baby models comparing their junk."

Mikey stepped up to the guy and grabbed his shirt.

"I ain't no fucking baby."

"Whoa now, there is none of this here."

Lindsey walked in with Gerard in his makeup. Gerard stepped in and lay his hand on Mikey's arm.

"Chill Mikey...Brendon's cool."

"Cool? Cool?! I don't need this empty headed twink talking about you like you're some piece of meat!"

"Whoa man, wait, I thought he was the little brother?"

Ryan looked at Lindsey.

"Mikey is, but he is fiercely protective over Gerard."

"What's going on here?"

Frank and Gabe came out of the room. Frank was in a robe like Gerard's.

"This piece of shit thinks he can talk about my brother."

"Yo easy man, Brendon may have a big mouth, but he has a glass jaw."

Gabe stepped up to Mikey and gently placed a hand on his arm.

"Come on man, he isn't worth it."

Mikey looked at Gabe and then at Brendon and dropped him. Brendon let out a breath.

"Look man I'm sorry...I didn't mean to offend..."

He looked at Gerard.

"You get that, right?"

Gerard nodded, smiling weakly.

"Yeah...course."

"You're too fucking soft Gee I swear. No wonder you need Bob. You're too naive to know when someone is trying to take advantage of you."

"Mikey."

Ryan looked shocked. Why would Mikey say something like that?

"Whoa man."

Frank looked a Gabe and then back at Gerard. There was so much hurt on the boy's face.

"Fuck you Mikey."

Gerard mumbled with his eyes on the floor, before turning and walking off toward the dressing room to finish getting ready.

"Whatever, let's just get this over with."

Mikey shoved everyone out of the way and headed into the room with Pete and Ryan following him.

"Hey man, you okay?"

Frank walked up to Brendon who had a dazed look on his face.

Brendon turned to look at Frank, a grin spreading on his face.

"Oh yeah Frankie...I think I'm in love."

"In love? He was going to beat the shit out of you!"

"Yeah I know...ain't he somethin'?"

At that moment Mikey stepped out of the room. He had on a robe like Gerard and Frank and he was sporting a tent.

"So now where?"

"Now you come with me honey and we put a little bronzer on you so you have a tan."

Mikey walked to the girl who didn't seem to be bothered at all by his erection. He sneered at Brendon and left the room with her. Frank shook his head.

"Do not go messing with him Bren. He will end you."

"Yeah yeah..."

Brendon waved away Frank's warning, slinging an arm around the smaller man's shoulders with a grin.

"…but what a way to go."

Frank didn't wait to see Brendon enter the room himself. He left is pursuit of something much more interesting.

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"Beautiful, love the pout baby."

The photographer was taking picture after picture of Gerard. Mikey was standing there in his swim suit waiting to be called. He marveled at how much of a natural Gerard was for the camera. He saw the guy that walked out of the room that Gerard was in earlier watching him too. He had on a swim suit too and Mikey figured they were posing together. Mikey was feeling alright talking to Pete when that asshole from earlier showed up. He was wearing a swim suit too.

"Fuck, this sucks Pete."

Pete sighed.

"Don't let him bother you Mikey...he did apologise."

"Yeah, he apologised like you did when you really wanted me to suck you off in the tool shed while we were on break and we got busted by Bob."

"Hey, I was sincere...and I think he was too."

"You were sincere cause we got caught."

Mikey smirked.

"And cause you said it was the best blow job you ever had and you wanted to make sure it would happen again."

"Well yeah, obviously..."

Pete rolled his eyes.

"…but I really don't think he meant to insult Gee...in fact, I seem to remember it might've been me who was talking about Gee's package, and it was what you said that upset Gee and make him walk off. That guy, Brendon was it?...he was laughing at us, not at Gee..."

He sighed.

"I think you need to cool down and apologise to them both...don't you?"

Mikey got quiet.

"Alright beautiful, go take a break and then change."

Mikey watched Gerard step off set and look for his robe. Mikey took his off and walked over to him.

"Here Gee..."

Gerard looked up, pausing in his step as he met Mikey's eye, before accepting the robe. He gave Mikey a small nod then slipped the robe on and turned to head back to the dressing room.

"Wait Gee..."

Frank watched the taller more slender boy stop Gerard. They stood there talking and slowly the lingerie model's posture of anger changed. His body sagged from the weight of it being slothed off and soon he was wrapped up in the other's arms. Frank moved a little closer to hear them.

"I really am sorry Gee, I was out of line."

"Yeah, you were."

Gerard sighed, looking down.

"I'm not soft Mikey, or naive."

"I know Gee. I just sometimes feel like I am the big brother at times. Maybe being with Bob has also made me think this. I mean...you are practically married and..."

"Interesting."

Frank was surprised to hear this. He heard rustling behind him and saw Brendon.

"You eavesdropping Frankie?...what's so interesting, huh?"

"Gabe told me that he blew the new model last week. He said he had a boyfriend, but not that he was engaged."

Brendon chuckled.

"Gee's engaged?...well that's a waste, ain't it. What about the brother?"

"I don't think he is with anyone per say, but he seems to hook up with one of the other guys that he came with. I heard them talking about really good blow jobs in a shed. Maybe if you could get rid of the other guy you might have a chance. They got history though for sure."

Frank watched as the two men let go of each other and Gerard favored Mikey with a smile that lit up the room. Brendon hummed in thought.

"Well, if you were anyone else I'd suggest a wager...but you're too nice a guy for that...right Frankie?"

"What kind of wager?"

Brendon smirked.

"You want Gee, I want the brother...first to get his boy wins. Simple."

"That easy huh? So what are we betting?"

Brendon shrugged nonchalantly.

"I don't know, A hundred bucks?"

"That's piss money. Are you telling me that your boy is worth less than we make?"

"Course not Frankie, I just don't want to leave you short on cash..."

Brendon smirked again.

"So how much do you think?"

"How about that hot cherry number you got from that last car show promo."

"Haha, ok...but when I win, I want your bike."

Frank froze for a moment. It wasn't that the bike was new or even shiny, but it was built by him before he was discovered. Every part and piece was scouted by him long before internet came about. It was his pride and joy. It was his baby. Frank looked back over at the boy. He did seem like an easier target than the other one, plus Brendon had two things going against him. One, the guy hated him and two, there was a rival. Frank had to deal with a "fiance" that was never here. Yeah, this was gonna be cake.

"You got it."

Frank held out his hand after he spit on it. Brendon spat in his own palm, grinned, then grabbed Frank's hand.

"Deal...and let's say...three months max?"

"Sounds good to me. You can put a nice black bow on it for Christmas."

"In your dreams Iero. You can put a nice red bow on that bike of mine though..."

Brendon smirked, withdrawing his hand to wipe it on his robe. He nodded toward the brothers, then looked back at Frank.

"May the best man win...and by that, I mean me."

"Sure, let's see if you can even say a word to him without him punching you. He works in construction you know. He's a brick layer."

"Yeah and I used to sell Girl Scout Cookies...what's your point?"

"Just saying man, just saying."

"Alright swim, we're ready for you."

"Let's go Frankie boy, let's show our boys what we got to offer."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So things are getting interesting and a bet's been made...that can't be a good thing, now can it?

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