Ain't That Tuff Enuff?

Gerard yawned, stretching and rolling over...right off of the edge of the waxing table. He let out a short, high pitched squeak, his eyes flying open and his arms waving desperately for a moment before he landed with an *omph* on the floor. Groaning, he sat up, rubbing his forehead and trying to remember what had...

"Oh shit!..."

He exclaimed quietly, his eyes going wide as he recalled what he'd done with Frank, and realised that he was now sat there on the floor...completely naked.

"Fuck!"

*knock knock*

"Hey Gabe, you all set in there?"

Gerard gasped, looking around quickly for his clothes and spotting them on a chair in the corner. He scrambled to his feet and rushed to get them.

"Err...Gabe's not here."

"Oh...alright, dammit, where is that man?"

The voice walked away. Gerard sighed in relief, his cheeks feeling hot and his ass feeling sore...but a good sore. He finished getting dressed quickly, an urgent need to go get drunk and forget today hastening his movements so he didn't realise that he'd put on his shirt inside out. Taking a breath and hoping no one was in the other room, he quietly opened the door and slipped out...today should not have happened.

Frank saw Gerard sneaking out. He let him though. Now when that Neanderthal fucked him, Gerard would see Frank's face and feel his fingers around his throat. He smiled at that thought. He knew Gerard couldn't avoid him either and the idea that he was working on with Patrick would make the older man and him work together more than ever before.

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"You're home early."

Mikey watched Gerard jump when he walked in the kitchen. Gerard felt his heart leap into his throat, he swallowed it back down and turned toward his brother's voice.

"Jesus Mikey...you nearly gave me a heart attack..."

He pointed to the cup in Mikey's hand.

"There any coffee left in my pot, or did you drink it all already?"

Mikey walked over and handed him his cup.

"So you gonna tell me what happened?'

"What do you mean?...nothing's happened..."

Gerard took a big gulp of the coffee and grimacing.

"Shit Mikes...how much fucking sugar did you put in this?"

He handed the cup back and headed to the pot to pour himself another cup.

"You aren't acting too right. You are never this jumpy and you know not to drink my coffee. Did something happen with Bob?"

"With Bob?...no."

Gerard busied himself with his strong black coffee...no sugar.

"Is it with..."

Mikey studied his brother like he was a lock box of secrets that could be decoded. Gerard looked up, tilting his head.

"With?"

He prompted, hoping Mikey wasn't going to say Frank. Mikey said nothing else, he just took his brother in his arms.

"Oh Gee."

Gerard frowned, tensing up for a second before relaxing against Mikey's chest.

"I...Mikey I..."

He sighed deeply, shaking his head.

"I don't know what to do."

"Do you care about him or was this about revenge of some sort, like to get back at Bob?"

Gerard shook his head again.

"It wasn't revenge, it was for work, or...or it was supposed to be."

Mikey raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, I know the place is a little strange, but why would you have to get fucked for work?"

Gerard pulled back sharply to look at his brother.

"Who said I..."

He deflated instantly at the look Mikey gave him...he never could fool Mikey. He dropped his eyes to the floor and sighed heavily, his voice becoming quiet as he continued.

"It wasn't meant to go that far. Gabe wasn't there to...do the...thing, so Frank said we should help each other...for the swimwear shoot. It was just meant to be like...handjobs."

"Ah...and I take it that Frank is...better at doing the 'thing' than Gabe is?"

Truth be told, Gerard was blushing, but Mikey had a feeling that Frank did something more than Bob usually does. Gerard pressed his face into Mikey's shoulder to hide his bright cheeks.

"Yes..."

He mumbled.

"But it was just meant to be handjobs, not Frank fucking me on the waxing table and making me cum harder than I have my whole life..."

He timidly lifted his face up to meet his brother's eyes.

"What do I do Mikey?...help me?"

Mikey never wanted to be a cliché ever in his life, but here he was spitting out the mouthful of coffee that he had just taken when his brother vomited his sex life to him...p.s, it is not as cool or funny as it is in the movies.

"Did you seriously say...ugh, this is gross hang on."

Mikey grabbed a paper towel and wiped his mouth and the mess that he made on the side of the fridge.

"Okay...so...how was it?"

Gerard looked down, suddenly regretting his major overshare.

"Amazing."

"So, now what?"

"Well I don't fucking know!..."

Gerard flung his hands up in the air.

"That's why I asked you for help."

"Do you like him? I mean for more than just a quick fuck?"

"I don't know, I never thought about it. I mean he's gorgeous and sweet and fucking hell he's sexy but..."

Gerard sighed.

"...but I love Bob, and I don't want to hurt him."

Mikey touched his shoulder lightly.

"Then you should tell him."

Mikey didn't say who on purpose, knowing his brother would make that decision.

"Come on, let's go watch shitty B-movies till we pass out and deal with this shit tomorrow.

"Yeah, sounds good to me."

He purposely ignored the fact that Mikey hadn't actually told him anything he didn't already know, as the important thing was that Mikey was there for him and always would be.

***Time Stamp: Two Days Later***

"LUNCH TIME!"

Mikey watched Ryan and Pete drop their wheel barrels and Pete slide down a girder from the third floor of the building they were working on causing Bob to yell at him. Mikey pulled his noise cancelling headphones off and looked over at Gerard. He was in his own world and Mikey wondered if Gerard even got any work done today. He walked over and touched his shoulder.

"Gee, lunch time."

Gerard jumped, turning wide eyes to his brother.

"Shit Mikes, you trying to kill me?"

"Gee, Bob yelled lunch time through the megaphone 10 min ago. I was wearing my headphones and I heard him."

"He did?...oh..."

Gerard sighed heavily.

"I guess I'm just distracted today."

"Yo Gee!"

Mikey and Gerard turned to see Ryan and Pete waving to them. There was a delivery boy standing with them.

"You got a package!"

Mikey looked at Gerard.

"Were you expecting something?"

"No..."

Gerard frowned slightly, though inside he was excited cause who doesn't get excited when they receive a mystery package? He headed over with Mikey.

"Who's it from?"

He asked as they reached the other men.

"You G. Way?"

"Err, yeah?"

Gerard said, a little annoyed at himself that he sounded like he wasn't sure of his own name. He looked at the flat parcel in the guy's hand and wondered what it could be.

"Sign here please."

He thrust the machine and a pen at Gerard. Gerard blinked at him for a moment then took the pen and scribbled his signature messily.

"Thank you."

The package was thrust into Gerard's chest and then the guy left. Mikey turned to Pete.

"And you wanted to do that job instead of going into construction?"

Pete shrugged.

"It was a phase."

"So what's in the package Gee?"

Everyone crowded around as Gerard opened the package. He reached in and pulled out a piece of plastic. Mikey was looking and then his eyes went wide.

"Holy shit! That's an exclusive ticket to Fashion Week!"

"Who would send me something like that?"

Mikey took the package and reached in again. There was a note and another item. He pulled them both out.

"Gerard, words cannot express how pleased I am with your work at my studio. Here is the bonus check that you earned from the royalties of your first photo shoot. The sales were better than I ever anticipated they would be. Also I am inviting you to Fashion week all expenses paid. Please do not say no, you deserve this. Patrick"

Mikey looked at the other paper now that he knew it was a check.

"Gee...this is for $300,000."

Gerard's eyes went wide.

"Three hundred..."

The colour drained from his face, his eyes rolled back and he fainted clean away.

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"Gee, come on baby, wake up, come back to me."

Bob was sitting in his trailer with Gerard lying on the sofa. He was gently wiping his face with a cool cloth. Gerard whined quietly, his face scrunching up for a few seconds before he shivered and opened his eyes.

"Bobby?...what happened?"

"You fainted when you saw the check. Man Gee, I didn't know you modeled that good."

Bob gave him a goofy grin. Gerard giggled slightly.

"Well if you came to watch me sometime, you'd see."

He felt his stomach flip a little at the idea of Bob actually going with him...and being anywhere near Frank. He suddenly felt a bit sick.

"I'm working on that now babe. Gonna make sure I can come see you next week..."

Bob went and grabbed the water bottle.

"Now you rest Mr. Model and relax. Pete went to get you some soup."

Gerard frowned.

"Soup?...I fainted Bobby, I'm not ill."

"Well...I thought maybe the sandwich was a little too much for you."

Gerard raised an eyebrow.

"You think I eat too much?..."

He knew he was overreacting and that Bob didn't mean that, and he wasn't even sure why he was starting an argument right now, but he just couldn't seem to stop himself.

"You think I'm fat?"

"What? No Gee, I thought it was too much cause you fainted. What do you mean fat? Oh man, are you developing some kind of stupid eating thing cause of this job?"

"No Bob, I'm not getting an eating disorder..."

Gerard snapped back with venom.

"I'm quite happy with my weight, thank you very much..."

He pushed himself up off of the sofa, wobbling slightly when his head spun.

"I'm going for a walk."

Bob was confused, what just happened?

"So should I call him?"

Frank was sitting with Brendon having coffee outside a cafe. He didn't expect to feel like this after what happened and it had been less than 48 hours. Brendon sipped his drink, pretending to think over the question...though if truth be known, he really didn't care that much either way. He sipped again then put his cup down.

"You like him."

It was a statement, not a question.

"What? No, I just want to make sure I didn't fuck him up that much."

Brendon couldn't help but laugh.

"Frankie, I thought that was the point."

"Well...I mean yeah, but..."

Frank grumbled and took a sip of his skinny latte to avoid discussion and stared at his phone, poised to call the older man. Brendon rolled his eyes then grinned.

"You could call him...or you could just go over the road and talk to him."

He pointed to where Gerard was walking quickly along the sidewalk with his brow furrowed into a "don't fuck with me" look. Frank nearly fell back in his chair. Where did he come from? Before he realised it he was running across the road, dodging traffic like he was insane. The horns were deafening and he just flipped people off. Brendon sat back and enjoyed the show.

Gerard had his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets and was determinedly not meeting anyone's eye. He had already cursed out a poor unsuspecting priest who had accidentally had the misfortune of crossing his path...no one was safe right now.

"GEE!"

A taxi came to a halt as Frank raised his hand.

"FUCK YOU, I'M WALKIN' HERE!"

Frank hit the hood of the yellow car.

"INSANE MOTHER FUCKER!"

Frank stalked up to the window. Gerard heard yelling, breaking him out of his intense ignoring of everything and everyone. He turned to look and froze when he saw Frank...and was promptly knocked on his ass by a man in a suit, who didn't even give him a second glance.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU PIECE OF SHIT?!"

The taxi driver got out of his car despite having a passenger and pushed Frank hard.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU SHORT..."

"HEY NUMB NUTS!...BACK THE FUCK OFF!"

Gerard yelled as he leapt to his feet and pushed quickly through the crowd to join the conversation. Frank was shocked at Gerard coming to help him and the driver took advantage and punched him in the jaw. Frank looked back at him with murder in his eyes. He grabbed the guy's shirt and slammed him against the cab. Then he punched him in the stomach while speaking.

"DON'T FUCKING HIT ME IN THE FACE ASSHOLE!"

Gerard's eyes widened but he wasted no time in grabbing Frank around the waist from behind and hauling him backwards.

"That's enough Frank...he's had enough."

Frank let go of the guy and he slumped down. He turned to look at Gerard. He could feel his jaw swelling up.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

Frank grabbed Gerard's hand and pulled him out of the crowd. He led him down a block and hailed a taxi.

"35th and West."

"You got it buddy."

Frank pushed Gerard into the cab and it sped off.

"Fuck, my jaw, how am I gonna work tomorrow?"

Gerard reached his hand up and gently turned Frank's face.

"Has wherever we're going got ice?"

"I should hope so, unless my ice maker isn't working right."

"Oh...so we're going to...your place?"

Gerard wasn't so sure this was a good idea.

"Unless you live closer?"

"Um, no I..."

Gerard swallowed heavily, trying to think of a reason why he couldn't go to Frank's...he couldn't think of one.

"...no, your place is fine."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So that happened...what do you think will happen next?

Until next time, PLEASE COMMENT and peace out babies!
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