Cry Baby (Frerard)

After eating breakfast and showering, Frank got himself dressed into a pair of jeans and a Green Day t-shirt, as well as a black hoodie. As he put on his shoes and gathered up his things in his backpack, he looked up at Gerard’s drawing he hung up on the wall near his Sex Pistols poster. He smiled, looking forward to seeing Gerard...and doing so many “fun” things with him, playing a lot of “games” with him. He just hoped that Gerard would be willing to play them with him. He could never forget his beautiful body and his irresistible smile, as well as his luscious dick that he got a good look at when he was bathing him in the tub yesterday. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on it, and do so much with it. He figured that since it’s his first day, he should start out slow, like give him a good handjob while making out with him. He had to be sure to tell Gerard not to tell anyone, because if anyone found out, especially Donna, that would spell disaster for Frank. It would also likely mean certain death for him. For the life of him, he couldn’t get Gerard’s gorgeous face out of his head. He remembered every detail so clearly--his long black hair, vibrant hazel eyes, light and flawless skin. Thinking of it all made Frank smile from ear to ear as he stared up at the stick-figure drawing Gerard had given him.
“Oh, Gee,” Frank whispered. “I can’t wait to be with you again, and have a fun time with you…,”

_ _ _
Frank sat by the flagpole, waiting for his girl Jamia to arrive in her mom’s Cadillac. The flagpole near the school has always been where they met since they started dating a year ago. Frank thought to himself that he should have brought a heavier jacket to wear as he shivered in the mid-November cold, the nippy wind blowing his long dark hair away from his face. He pulled out his box of newly-bought Marlboro menthols and lit one up, taking a drag from it. He looked around to make sure there were no teachers around, even though they mostly didn’t give a shit if their students decided to piss away their lives smoking cancer sticks. They could drop off the face of the earth, for all they cared.
As Frank enjoyed his rolled up stick of tobacco and tar, a white Cadillac pulled up to the student drop off across from the flagpole, where Frank stood. A dark-haired teen stepped out, her pink backpack slumped over her shoulder. She waved bye to her mom in the car, and walked towards Frank as the Cadillac drove away. Frank smiled at her, and she smiled back, her face made up, as the usual. She looked more well-dressed for the weather with her Ugg boots, designer brand jeans, and white winter jacket that likely cost a fortune.
“Hey, baby,” Frank said, giving Jamia a quick hug and a kiss.
“Hey,” Jamia replied. “How are you?”
“Pretty good. Really good, actually. I’ve got good news,”
“What?”
“I got a job, honey!” Frank said enthusiastically, his eyes lit up. His girlfriend, however, only looked mildly amused, if not at all.
“About time, Frank. What is it? How much are you getting paid?”
“I’m gonna be watching after this neighbor’s kid. His mom said I get paid twelve bucks an hour,”
“Oh, not bad,” Jamia said, looking genuinely surprised by the amount of Frank’s hourly pay of his new job. “How old is the kid?”
“Well, see...that’s the strange part, Jamia,” Frank stuttered a bit. “He’s...he’s seventeen,”
“Seventeen? Seriously?” Jamia asked, her face showing a mixed expression of bewilderment and disgust.
“Yeah, he’s got some mental issues. He’s got the mind of a toddler. I’m gonna be taking care of him,” Frank replied, taking another drag from his cigarette.
“Oh...so he’s retarded,” Jamia said flatly.
“Honey, don’t call him that,” Frank said, stunned that his girlfriend would say something so mean. “He’s not retarded. He’s actually really sweet, you’d like him,”
“Well, that’s what he is if he’s got the mind of a little kid, right?” Jamia scoffed. “Come on, let’s go inside. I’m cold,”
“Of course,” Frank replied, taking Jamia’s hand in his and walking inside to their lockers. He still couldn’t believe Jamia would say such a cruel thing about someone like Gerard. He knew Jamia to be really sweet, which was part of the reason why he started dating her. What she said was just so unexpected from her. Maybe she’s just having a rough day. “You alright, baby?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jamia said as they walked inside and down the hall past the main auditorium. “You haven’t forgotten about tomorrow, have you?”
“Wait, tomorrow?” Frank furrowed his brow, confused. “Are you talking about our date? That’s on Saturday,”
“Oh my god, Frank! What did I tell you?” Jamia rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. “I told you that we need to reschedule the date to Friday night, because my friend Lindsey’s birthday party is Saturday!”
“Oh...fuck,” Frank replied, feeling his guts do a flip flop in his stomach. He knew Jamia had been talking about going to her best friend’s birthday party a little bit, but not so much to where it was wired in Frank’s memory. It was all very vague and short, to the point where he had completely forgotten about it. There’s no way Frank can make it to the date tomorrow; he’s gotta watch after Gerard. “I’m sorry, babe. I must’ve forgot. I’m gonna be busy tomorrow. I gotta watch after Ger--”
“Jesus Christ, Frank! You are such an idiot!” Jamia nearly screamed in Frank’s face, turning a few heads around them. “I told you Lindsey’s birthday party is on Saturday! I told you the date is gonna be tomorrow! Do you ever fucking listen?”
“I’m sorry, I--”
“Can you call up this kid’s mom to reschedule work?” Jamia interrupted. Frank sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. How could he be so stupid? There’s no way he can call off work on his first day. He can’t afford to let Donna down, or Gerard. That would leave a bad impression on his part. He also didn’t wanna miss out on some time with Gerard either…
“I can’t, babe. She expects me to be there tomorrow afternoon. I’m sorry--”
“Goddamnit, Frank!” Jamia hissed. “Un-fucking-believable! Now our date’s ruined!”
“Baby, please--”
“No! Forget it, Frank! Why did I ever decide to date a moron like you? Maybe my dad was right!” Jamia stormed off, leaving Frank behind. “Talk to you later, shit-for-brains!”
Left all alone and humiliated, Frank sighed deeply, cursing Jamia’s name in his head. He so badly wanted to tell her two not-so-kind words, but he couldn’t afford to piss her off even more. She meant a lot to him, and the amount of time they’ve been together shows. He swore for the life of him that Jamia was an entirely different person today. Maybe she’s on her period, he thought. The first bell rang, making Frank jump a little. He shook his head and made his way off to first period English class, feeling lower than a dog.

_ _ _
After school, Frank drove home with The Offspring blasting at full volume. He couldn’t get what happened earlier between him and Jamia out of his head; she wouldn’t even sit next to him at lunch like she always does. Just thinking about it made his blood boil. He felt like complete shit for how she talked to him; she’s never done that to him, and he never thought she actually would. It especially made him angry what Jamia called Gerard, so much that he felt like screaming, that cursed six-lettered word echoing in his head.
After eating a Hot Pocket, Frank got back into his car and started up the engine, his backpack in the front seat with him in case there’s any down time when Gerard’s asleep, so Frank could do some homework (which he highly doubted he’ll actually do). He drove to Donna and Gerard’s house and parked in the driveway. He got out with his bag and walked up to the front porch, knocking on the door. As Maggie barked beyond the door, Frank felt his chest constrict. This was it. He’s gonna see Gerard again...and he’s gonna have some fun with him after Donna leaves for work…
“Hey, hun,” Donna smiled, opening up the door, holding Maggie by her side. “Come on in. Gerard’s in the living room,”
“Okay, thanks,” Frank said, stepping in. He smiled as he pet Maggie on the head, then walked over to the living room, where Gerard was on the floor playing with some action figures and a Thomas the Tank Engine train set. His eyes lit up the minute he turned to see Frank walking in the room.
“F-frankie!” he exclaimed, running up to Frank and hugging him tightly. “You c-came!”
“I told you I would, Gee,” Frank laughed.
“Y-you come t-to p-play?” Gerard asked.
“Yes, I have,”
“Yay!” Gerard hollered, leaving a slobbery kiss on Frank’s cheek like he did yesterday. “W-we’re gonna have f-fun!”
“Oh, yes we are, Gee…,” Frank smiled, feeling himself becoming giddy just thinking of what kind of “fun” he planned on having with Gerard, and it certainly wasn’t what Gerard has in mind.
“Ger-bear, me and Frank are gonna talk for a little while, okay? Then you and Frank can go play,” Donna said, taking Frank aside.
“Okay!” Gerard said, returning to his action figures and trains. Donna and Frank walked downstairs to the basement, and into Gerard’s room.
“Before I go, I just wanna go over a few things with you, okay?” Donna asked.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Frank nodded, hoping that Donna would just leave already so that he and Gerard can have fun, and play some special games with him…
“First off, when you put Gerard to bed, put this bed alarm here on. It’ll go off if he ever tries to get out of bed. He’s a fall risk, so that’s why we need this alarm and the safety mats,” Donna said, pointing to a small box hooked up to a wire near Gerard’s bed, as well as the two mats on each side of Gerard’s bed. “You’ll hear the alarm when it goes off, and when it does...I’m assuming you know what to do, right?”
“Yeah, get him back to bed,” Frank answered.
“Right, but if he keeps refusing, it’s okay if he stays up for a bit. Just wait it out til he gets tired. Usually when he gets like that, I have him watch a movie or something like that. It always works. He’ll usually pass out before the movie’s over,”
“Fair enough,”
“Also, be sure to bathe him before you put him to bed. That shouldn’t be too hard for you, considering how yesterday went. Oh, and one last thing…,” Donna paused.
“What?”
“Gerard hears voices in his head and sees things that aren’t really there. If you see him talking to the thin air, it’s usually not a big deal. It’s only when he starts to get violent that it is. He already had his meds today though, so he should be okay, but if anything happens, like if he gets aggressive, call me. He also tends to display self-injurious behavior when he’s agitated. If he starts to hurt himself in any way, like hit himself, stop him immediately. Oh, and make sure he does his reading and spelling lessons. His books are in the living room,”
“Okay. Do I have your number? I don’t think I do…,” Frank said.
“Here,” Donna said, pulling out a piece of paper from her pocket. It has her name on it, written in red pen. Frank took it, putting it in his pocket. “You gonna be alright?”
“Yeah, we’ll be fine,” Frank grinned. He was itching for when Donna would walk out the door to her car already. What were really minutes felt like hours right now. They both walked back upstairs to the living room, where Gerard is still playing with his toys.
“I’ll call you later on my break to check up on you, okay?” Donna said, getting her car keys out of her purse.
“Alright, that’s fine,”
“Okay,” Donna knelt down to face Gerard, who’s lying on his stomach as he played. “Ger-bear, momma’s gotta go to work. Gimme a kiss,”
“Okay,” Gerard said, kissing his mom. “I l-love you, m-mommy,”
“I love you too,” Donna got up and walked to the front door, waving goodbye to Frank as she walked out to her car, leaving him with Gerard. Frank looked out the window as Donna pulled out of the driveway and onto the road, then returned to Gerard in the living room, smiling down at him.
“Hey, Gee. What are you playing?” Frank asked, sitting down next to Gerard. Right now it was too early to make a move on Gerard. He’s gotta get himself familiarized with him a bit more before he decides to do so.
“B-batman and-and R-robin!” Gerard said, a string of drool running down from his lips. “L-let’s play,”
“Okay. Who do I get to be?”
“Y-you be R-robin,” Gerard said, handing Frank his Robin action figure. “W-we gotta s-stop the J-joker from d-destroying the t-trains. I b-be B-batman,”
“Okay, Gee,” Frank said, playing along with Gerard’s silly action figure adventure, as if he were a little kid again, like the manchild next to him.
“Th-there’s the J-joker! L-let’s g-get him!” Gerard said, holding up his Batman and Joker action figures as he poorly imitated Batman’s voice. He took the two figurines and smashed them together to pretend like they were fighting, making punching and explosion noises. He then threw the Joker figure across the room. “W-we did it! W-we s-saved the d-day!”
“Yay!” Frank cheered mockingly, coming off as forced.
“B-batman is so c-cool!” Gerard said as he held onto his Batman figure in his hand.
“Yeah, he is. I’m guessing he’s your favorite superhero, huh?”
“Y-yeah! W-what about you?”
“Batman’s cool. I’d have to say him. What about supervillain?”
“M-me no h-have one! Th-they’re meanies!” Gerard spat.
“Really? Not even the Joker?”
“N-no! The J-joker is a b-big fat m-meanie!”
“Yeah, he is,” Frank laughed.
“M-me h-hungry,” Gerard whined, holding his tummy. Frank looked at the time on his cell phone--it was four fifteen.
“How about if I cook you some dinner? I’ll see what we have,”
“Okay!” Gerard said, following Frank to the kitchen. “C-can we p-play board game wh-while d-dinner b-being cooked?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. You can pick out the game you wanna play from the closet,” Frank said, looking in one of the cupboards and pulling out some pasta and tomato sauce to make spaghetti. He knew he’d have to wait it out through Gerard’s childish games and playtime before the real fun would begin. That’s fine, he said to himself. It’ll come soon.

_ _ _
After playing some Candyland, eating dinner, and helping Gerard with his reading and spelling lessons, Frank gave Gerard a bath, remembering to put the bubbles in the water for him. As Frank cleaned him, his eyes looked down at Gerard’s manhood, his mind focused on what he planned on doing with it, as well as the rest of his body. Frank smiled to himself, knowing that his chance to make his move on Gerard is so close to him. He couldn’t wait.
“You ready to get out, Gee?” Frank asked him, rinsing the soap off Gerard’s body.
“Y-yeah,” Gerard replied, putting his toys back in his bucket. He got up out of the tub as Frank drained it, and he dried him off with a towel.
“Come on, Gee. Let’s go to your room,” Frank said, holding his hand out to Gerard.
“B-but aren’t y-you gonna d-dress me?” Gerard asked, his body wrapped up in the towel with colorful fish and sailboats on it.
“Yes, Gee,” Frank lied. “Come on, I’ll take you to your room and dress you there,”
“Okay,” Gerard replied, taking Frank’s hand and following him downstairs to his bedroom. Once they got there, Gerard sat on his bed with the towel still wrapped around him as Frank closed the door. He turned back to Gerard and smiled as he grabbed him a Star Wars t-shirt to put on.
“Here,” Frank said, putting the shirt on Gerard and throwing the towel aside, revealing Gerard’s privates.
“Wh-where’s my p-pants?” Gerard asked.
“Don’t worry, Gee. I’ll put those on you in a bit,” Frank said, hoping to god that Gerard doesn’t have an accident while taking advantage of him. “Why don’t you get under the covers, Gee? I’ll join you, and we can cuddle,”
“Okay,” Gerard said, obeying Frank and getting himself under the blankets and sheets.
“I’m gonna take my shirt and pants off, if you don’t mind. It’s hot in here,” Frank smirked, stripping down to his boxers and joining Gerard under the covers. He smiled, curling up with Gerard.
“Y-you’re warm, F-frankie,” Gerard whispered, his face buried in Frank’s neck, his body clinging tightly onto Frank’s. “Y-you smell g-good, too,”
“You do too, Gee,” Frank grinned, his fingers carding through Gerard’s damp hair, his other one slowly stroking his back. Now’s his chance. He’s ready to do what he’s wanted to do to Gerard the minute he first saw him. “Gee, can I ask you something?”
“Wh-what?”
“Have you ever...kissed someone before?”
“Y-yeah. I-I kiss m-mommy, and sh-she kisses m-me, too. M-me kiss y-you too, F-frankie,”
“I know,” Frank nodded.
“Y-yeah. Wh-why?”
“You’ve only kissed me on the cheek though, Gee. Have you ever wanted to kiss me on the lips?”
“Y-yeah...but m-mommy says it’s n-not r-right to k-kiss s-strangers on the l-lips,”
“Well, am I a stranger, Gee?”
“N-no,”
“Well…,” Frank smiled. “Why don’t you kiss me then? You want to, right?”
“C-can I?” Gerard smiled back, his eyes gleaming in the darkness of the bedroom.
“Of course. Come on, Gee. Gimme a kiss. On the lips,”
“Okay,” Gerard said, puckering up his lips and pressing his lips against Frank’s. Before he could pull away, Frank put both his hands on Gerard’s cheeks and kissed him back over and over again, hoping Gerard can pick up what he’s doing and do the same so the kissing wouldn’t be as sloppy. Surprisingly, Gerard did, his eyes shut as they kissed again and again. Frank moaned, his hands all over the boy’s body as he gave him just what he wanted. Gerard is not as bad of a kisser as Frank feared. His lips were a little slobbery, but he could care less.
“Mmm, Gee…,” Frank whispered. “You’re good at this,”
“Am I?” Gerard asked. “M-me a g-good k-kisser?”
“Yes, you are...you sexy little thing,” Frank said playfully, leaving kisses on Gerard’s neck. “Come on, keep kissing me, Gee. I’m having fun. Are you?”
“Y-yeah!” Gerard exclaimed. “Is th-this a g-game, F-frankie?”
“Yes, Gee. It is,” Frank laughed. “Not like Candyland, though. It’s a special kind of game,”
“Oh...okay,” Gerard said as Frank’s lips collided back with Gerard’s, kissing repeatedly with Frank’s hands still caressing Gerard’s delicate body. He could feel himself grow hard, his blood in his veins rushing in his body as his pulse grew faster, his body hot and sweaty. He could feel Gerard do the same, becoming hot and shaky. Frank could tell he was really enjoying this game. He reached down to Gerard’s groin, his hands slowly wrapping around Gerard’s hardening cock.
“Wh-what are y-you d-doing, F-Frankie?” Gerard asked. “Wh-why you t-touching my pee-pee?”
“It’s part of the game, Gee. Do you like me?”
“Y-yeah, I d-do,”
“Well, people that really like each other do this. It’s all a part of the special game, Gee. It’s gonna feel weird at first, but afterwards, it’ll feel so good. Okay, Gee?”
“Oh...okay,” Gerard said, Frank cutting him off and returning to kissing him as he stroked his cock. Frank started off nice and slow, then started to go quicker as the kissing intensified and grew faster. He could hear Gerard moan and whimper under his breath as he kissed him.
“You’re so beautiful, Gee,” Frank whispered. “So hot and sexy and gorgeous. You’re such a good little boy...,”
“F-frankie,” Gerard whined. “M-my pee-pee...it f-feels weird…,”
“It’s okay, Gee. You’re gonna--”
“F-frankie--ahh!” Gerard whimpered as he ejaculated all over Frank’s hand. Frank smiled, licking it up off of him.
“Good boy, Gee,” he said, stroking Gerard’s back. “You came for me,”
“I-I wh-what?” Gerard asked, looking at Frank like he was speaking a foreign language.
“You came. When your body gets excited, your pee-pee has this white stuff come out of it. It’s called cum. Didn’t it feel good, Gee?”
“Y-yeah...it-it kinda d-did,” Gerard smiled.
“Good,” Frank laughed, kissing Gerard one last time as he sat up from the bed. “You did good, Gee. You’re a good boy. But you can’t tell anyone what we just did, okay? Don’t tell your momma. Promise?”
“I p-promise. D-do I g-get a p-prize for b-being good?” Gerard asked, his eyes hoping for just that.
“Yes, Gee,” Frank said, reaching into his backpack and pulling out some leftover Halloween candy. He just realized he had it in there, and felt it was necessary to reward the boy for being so compliant with Frank wanted from him. “Here, Gee. Here’s some candy for being so good,”
“Yay! C-candy!” Gerard exclaimed, taking the treats from Frank’s hand. Frank smiled at the boy as he munched on a mini Milky Way bar. He got what he wanted...for today. There’s still so much he still wants to do to Gerard. It’ll likely take a lot of bribing with candy, but he didn’t care. There’s plenty more where that came from. Frank knew he was gonna rest easy tonight, feeling satisfied. He knew he was gonna have a lot of fun making Gerard his fuck toy. It was all too easy, like stealing candy from a baby.

_ _ _
Frank sat on the floor reading a Stephen King novel as Gerard slept in his bed, with The Aristocats playing on the t.v. He couldn’t help but smile at the sleeping boy. He looked so peaceful, especially after what they did earlier. Frank made sure to change the bed’s sheets and put on Gerard’s diaper and pajama pants to rid of the evidence of it all. He heard the front door open, indicating that Donna has returned home from work. Frank looked at the time on his phone--it was a little past midnight. Frank went to the sleeping Gerard and left a kiss before he headed upstairs, taking his bag with him.
“How was it?” Donna asked, setting down her purse and keys.
“It was great. Gerard was well-behaved the whole day, though he did have a big accident while he was sleeping, so I changed his sheets,”
“Oh, alright. That happens,” Donna shrugged. “Did Gerard do his lessons? Did you give him a bath?”
“Yep,” Frank nodded. “There’s some leftover spaghetti and garlic bread in the fridge for you guys. I made some for dinner,”
“That’s good. So Gerard didn’t give you a hard time the whole day? No tantrums?”
“Nope. Not one. He was a good boy,” Frank smiled.
“Very good. I’m glad to hear that,” Donna smiled back. “Well, Frank...you can head home now. See you tomorrow, alright?”
“Yep. Goodnight, Donna,”
“Night, hun. Drive home safely, okay?”
“Will do,” Frank said, walking out the door to his car. He knew he was gonna be dreaming about Gerard tonight when he went to bed, and what they did, as well as the many other things Frank has yet to do to him.

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