***Time Stamp: Thursday***


Frank parked in one of the city parking garages close to the place that they were working. He still didn't believe that Gerard and his friends did construction, but when he called the company the voice recording said where he could find Foreman Robert Bryar if he needed him. Frank walked along the fence tapping it and whistling.

"FUCK! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING WENTZ!"

"SORRY BOSS!"

Frank stopped. That was that Pete guy's last name. Frank was tapping the fence boards when he found a loose one and it fell forward. He looked in and was shocked. He saw Pete holding a bucket of bolts. He put them down by Ryan. Ryan picked one up and pushed it into the girder he was standing on. Then he stepped off and placed a jack hammer on it and started to hammer it in. Frank looked up and saw Mikey, Gerard's brother pushing a wheel barrel of bricks up an incline where a wall was being built.

"HEY GEE! I GOT THAT PIECE YOU WERE MISSING!"

"THANKS MIKES! WHERE WAS IT, I COULDN'T FIND IT!"

Gerard shouted back, sticking his head out from behind a wall.

"WE LEFT IT IN THE TRUCK!"

Frank could barely handle the noise level when he noticed that they all had noise covers on their ears. He watched as Mikey dropped the piece off to Gerard who had a long helmet on his head. Once Mikey was clear, Gerard put the helmet down and tuned on the welder. Sparks flew out as he welded the missing piece to the one he was working on. Frank was kind of impressed.

"Hello there."

Pete said next to Frank's left ear with a smirk on his face, and in his voice.

"Ahhhhh!"

Frank jumped and fell backwards onto the sidewalk.

Pete laughed.

"You here to spy on anyone in particular?"

"What the fuck Pete? I was not spying! I was walking along the fence and heard the racket so I looked!"

Frank got up dusting his ass off. Pete raised an eyebrow.

"Frank...this road's a dead end. Where were you going?"

"I..."

"YO PETE, WHATS GOING....oh..."

Mikey took his silencers off.

"Frank, what are you doing here?"

"I..."

"He's spying on someone. My money's on your brother."

Pete said with a big grin on his face.

"I told you I am not spying!"

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I have next week’s schedule, Brian asked me to drop it off to you guys since you aren't working today."

"I thought you said you were just walking past and heard the noise."

Pete smirked. Frank was going to punch Pete in his pretty little face when Gerard showed up.

"Frank?...what're you doin' here?"

Gerard said as he removed his ear guards.

"I came to drop off the schedule to you guys and I wanted to see what you do? I heard you were a welder?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Gerard said, frowning slightly in confusion.

"He was watching you."

Pete stated helpfully. Gerard raised an eyebrow.

"You were?...why?"

"Well it is pretty mesmerizing to be honest. I don't think that I could ever handle something like that."

"Gee is the best welder in the business."

Mikey patted Gerard on the shoulder. Gerard shook his head, his cheeks pinking a little.

"No, I wouldn't say that at all."

"Well we are about to break for lunch, so why don't you join us Frank...uh as long as that other asshole isn't with you?"

"Who?"

"Urie."

"Oh, no he's working today."

"So then come, we are having pizza today."

Gerard chewed his lip slightly, he wasn't sure what Bob would make of this.

"Yeah come on Frank, you can sit next to Gee."

Pete teased with a smirk. Gerard huffed at him but said nothing.

"What kind of pizza is it?"

Frank walked next to Pete through the construction site with the hard hat Mikey gave him.

"Usually it's the works."

"Oh...not sure I should eat that. Figure and all."

"Oh don't be daft Frank..."

Pete said, slinging his arm around the younger man's shoulders.

"You've got a great figure...don't you agree Gee?"

"Uh...yeah."

Gerard mumbled uncomfortably, looking away.

They got closer to the break area and Frank saw two make shift picnic tables. He saw several stacks of pizza boxes, bottles of soda and...that's it.

"Wait...where are plates and forks?"

"What? Dude, who uses a fork with pizza? Anyway, we use the box as a plate, we each get one but I’m sure Gee will share his with you."

Mikey laughed at the look on Frank's face.

"We work it off, trust me."

Gerard picked up one of the boxes and a bottle of soda, then sat down on a crate that was next to the table. He opened the box and took out a slice, biting into it happily. Pete pulled Frank toward the table and pushed him to sit next to Gerard...who shuffled slightly away but continued to eat after handing Frank a slice. Frank saw all the meat on it and gulped. He pushed most of it off and picked up a napkin to pat the grease off. He was completely stunned as he watched these men devour slice after slice with their figures and Frank was on a strict diet to keep his.

"Yo Bob!"

Frank saw Bob, Gerard's supposed fiancé walking towards them. Gerard looked up when he heard Ryan call out. He smiled at his boyfriend, though it felt a little awkward as he wasn't sure what Bob's reaction to Frank's presence would be.

"Hi Bobby."

"Hey baby. Oh...we have a guest?"

Gerard swallowed and nodded with a half-hearted smile.

"Yeah, Frank came to drop off our schedules and Mikey invited him to join us."

"Oh…how nice of him."

"Bob, do you believe that Frank has to stick to some strict ass diet to look this good?..."

Pete chirped after swallowing another mouthful of soda.

"He took a bit of persuading to eat a slice of pizza!"

Frank grumbled and being made fun of. The brothers had looked at him strange when he patted his slice down with a napkin to pick up the grease and Ryan had arrived just in time to see him trying to cut the pizza with plastic cutlery that Pete had in his lunch box. Now they were laughing at him again. He would have the last laugh on Bob though, when he took Gerard from him. Gerard heard Frank's quiet grumble and decided to change the subject.

"Bobby, they didn't have any Coke just Pepsi...do you want that or orange soda?"

The bottles and pizza boxes were next to him so he'd basically been playing mother and handing things out. Bob moved to sit on the other side of Gerard, which was head of the table.

"Orange is fine."

He opened his box, which was a works like Gerard's except he added anchovies. Before he took a bite he leaned over and whispered to Gerard.

"I'll brush before I pull you into the trailer later."

"I heard that. Please refrain from talking about the sex you have with my brother."

"Why, I had to hear about what you and Pete did...and Ryan had to hear it period. "

"Ugh. If the tool shed is a rockin'..."

"Then don't come a knockin'..."

Pete finished with a grin. Gerard huffed, looking down. He didn't really like having his sex life talked about in front of virtual strangers, and he liked hearing about his brother's sex life even less. Bob didn't understand Gerard's behavior. He wasn't being his usual self and Bob didn't like that.

"Hey, we gaming this weekend Gee?"

Ryan was half done with his pie since he had started later than everyone else.

"Gaming?"

Frank looked up from his bottle of water that Ryan gave him. It wasn’t as cold as the soda, but at least it was sugar free. Gerard nodded.

"We play random games and drink Frank and yeah, this weekend sounds good...at mine this week?"

He looked around the others. Pete nodded enthusiastically, his mouth full of his fifth slice.

"Is that so you can kick us out like last time?"

"Last time?"

Mikey grinned at Frank.

"Bob and Gee wanted to get frisky and we cramped their style."

"That was Bob's place though and..."

Frank cut Ryan off.

"Wait...you don't live together even though you are engaged?"

Ryan and Pete looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

"Who's engaged?"

Bob growled low. Gerard looked at him with a raised eyebrow, awaiting an answer. Just then Bob's phone rang.

"Excuse me."

He stalked off answering it. Frank smirked. So Bob lied. This was gonna be too easy.

"So Gee, Trick was telling me he wanted to try you in suits. He has a perfect one for you too."

"Suits?..."

Gerard asked uncertainly, his voice going up half an octave as he turned his face toward the younger man.

"What kinda suits?"

"Swim suits silly boy. Patrick think's you could be a swim suit model too."

Gerard's eyes went wide.

"But but but..."

He stuttered out in disbelief.

"But your junk's practically on show!"

He exclaimed, his hands waving around and his cheeks flaring red.

“It’s gotta be better than tucking it though.”

Ryan bristled a bit and it made Mikey laugh.

“Way better, I prefer my junk being on show.”

"What do you mean your junk is on show?"

Bob raised an eyebrow as he returned to the table. He had not been able to get over to see Gerard work yet. He was now wondering what kind of outfits his boyfriend was wearing around practical strangers. Gerard's eyes widened even more as he looked back at Bob.

"Well err..."

He swallowed.

"With l-lingerie you tuck...and with swimwear you..."

He looked around at the others for help, unsure of what word to use.

"What he means there Bobbo is that when Gee is wearing lingerie, he has to tuck his junk like this."

Frank pulled his phone out and showed Bob a shot of Gerard last week modeling the white number.

"What the fuck!? Gerard is that really you?!"

"Uh err uh...um err...yes?"

"Fuck Gerard, when you said model, I thought you would have more clothes on!"

"Easy Bob, we all look like that."

Bob looked at Mikey.

"You wear that?!"

"No, I do swim suits like Frank."

"Yeah, check it out!"

Frank pulled up one of his best shots where his package was on point. He showed it to the table. Gerard felt his cheeks heat up more...he was going to be doing that?! Pete grinned at the picture then looked at Gerard.

"He looks hot, right Gee?"

Gerard really wanted to gag Pete with a bucket of bolts right now.

"Gerard can I talk to you for a second?"

Bob got up and grabbed Gerard, dragging him away from the table. Frank and everyone else watched as Gerard pulled away from Bob when they stopped. They started to yell and argue, but two big cement trucks went by and they couldn't be heard. Frank could see that Gerard was pissed though. What he didn't expect was for Gerard to haul off and punch Bob.

"Oh shit!"

"What the fuck?"

Ryan and Mikey looked at each other.

"This ain't good!..."

Pete stated, before glancing at the others.

"Should we do something?"

"…DON'T FUCKING OWN ME BOB!..."

Gerard yelled, red faced.

"YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO OR WEAR!"

"Fuck, imagined what we missed cause of the trucks!"

"I should go over there."

Mikey started to get up and Frank stopped him.

"What the fuck are you doing? get off me!"

"No no, don't. Look, he is trying to assert himself and if you go over there it takes that away."

"I hate to say it Mikey, but he's right."

Ryan looked at Pete and Pete sighed.

"Mikey, Gee doesn't need you right now. You do know he's older than you and can take care of himself, right?"

He looked over just in time to see Gerard poking his finger into Bob's broad chest as he continued to speak angrily at him.

"But I..."

Mikey deflated. Frank felt for the guy and saw it as an in for him and Brendon. He figured he would throw the guy a bone.

"I know man. Look I ain't gonna bullshit you, I'm an only child, but Brendon has lots of siblings so just hearing about situations like this I can tell you that it is wise to stay out. Let him come to you and..."

The sound of a slap rang through the area and Bob was holding his face as Gerard stormed toward them.

"Oh shit."

Pete breathed. Gerard reached the table and Pete was kinda surprised that he wasn't breathing fire.

"The nerve of that..."

Gerard growled out, too furious to complete that sentence without using a word he'd sworn he'd never use.

"He thinks he can tell me what I can and can't wear like some Goddamn Ken doll..."

Pete opened his mouth to say something but Gerard's angry glare turned his way.

"...and don't you even THINK of saying I'm too anatomically correct Pete Wentz or I swear to GOD I'll string you up on the scaffolding by your fuckin' nut sack!..."

He grabbed his almost empty soda bottle and chugged the remainder, then slammed the bottle back onto the table.

"I got fuckin' welding to do."

He turned and angrily stalked back toward where they'd been working before lunch. The table was silent for a bit. Bob didn't return. All that could be heard was the traffic and the sound of steel being bent to Gerard's will.

"Um...should I go?"

Frank was not expecting everything to go this way. The way Gerard was acting was getting him even more interested. The man had a fire in him and Frank wanted to stoke it and see if he could burn it in a different direction.

"You don't have to..."

Pete said with a shrug.

"…but we've all got to get back to work soon too."

"SHITFUCKGODDAMNITFUUUUUCK!"

Gerard rapid fire cursed, slamming his arc welder onto the bench behind him and cradling his left hand against his chest as he headed back toward the group.

"Ryan, can you grab the first aid box from the office please?"

Frank didn't even think about it. He ran over to Gerard.

"Hey are you alright?"

"What? Yeah, just burnt my fucking hand. It happens..."

Gerard huffed, peering at the inch long burn just above his thumb with distaste.

"Teach me not to weld when I'm pissed off."

"Gee."

Frank touched Gerard's hand, gently cradling it in his own.

"Is it my fault?"

Gerard looked up and was a little surprised at how close Frank was standing. He blinked and took a half step back.

"No, it's mine..."

He rolled his eyes.

"I should've gone for a walk to cool off, not gone back to work."

"I just...I feel like I started everything by showing that picture, but I am proud of what you guys do and you really look amazing in it."

Gerard felt his cheeks burn slightly and he coughed awkwardly, looking away.

"Yeah well, it's an argument that would've happened sooner or later anyway. Don't worry about it, Bob and I always make up."

"Oh, well that's good to know."

Frank pulled out his phone.

"So I texted the schedule to the other guys, let me get your number and I'll text it to you too."

"Oh um, yeah ok...give me your cell."

Gerard held out his uninjured hand.

"Here, I'll just..."

Frank carefully reached into Gerard's pocket and pull out his phone. He put his number in it and then called himself.

"There, that way you won't hurt your hand anymore."

"Sorry that took so long Gee."

Ryan walked up with the first aid box.

"Here, let me, I took a few first aid classes."

Ryan opened the box and Frank took out the burn cream, alcohol wipes and gauze .

"Sorry if this hurts."

He wiped the cut off blowing it gently. Gerard shivered slightly and gritted his teeth to prevent any embarrassing noises from escaping. Frank carefully added the cream and then wrapped the hand, not too hard, but with a good hold.

"Fuck..."

Gerard muttered as he flexed his fingers.

"At least it's not my right hand, I'd be screwed then for sure."

"True."

Frank placed a small kiss on his hand.

"Well I will see you soon."

Frank nodded at Ryan and then waved to the guys at the table and walked away. Gerard sighed, watching him leave then looking at Ryan.

"He's gonna cause me problems, isn't he."

"Yup."

Ryan patted his friend on the shoulder and then walked away.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So it's not all good in the Bob/Gerard world, and Frankie likes the sound of that. What do you think he's gonna do with that information, hmm?

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