Cry Baby (Frerard)

Frank didn’t sleep well last night. He got maybe two or three hours of sleep, at best. Gerard said the three magic words to Frank for the first time...and yet, he’s afraid of him. It’s not like he didn’t have a reason to be, Frank thought. He tied him down to his bed and fucked him, hurting him in the process. Gerard didn’t run away from him, though; Frank was his special friend, and he didn’t wanna lose him. He loved him that much...and here Frank was, hurting him for his own selfish and sexual benefit. It made Frank feel pathetic. He still wanted to fuck Gerard, but did he really want to keep hurting him? There just had to be an alternative, a way that Frank could still get what he wanted from him, without hurting him. He kept wanting to fuck him in the ass, but how could he do that without hurting him?
Frank sat up in bed, rubbing his tired eyes as his alarm clock blared loudly. He slammed it off, feeling like a zombie as he walked to the bathroom in his boxers. He opened up the medicine cabinet to grab his toothpaste and toothbrush after he turned on the shower to wait for the water to warm up. As he brushed his teeth, something caught his eye--a bottle of pills, specifically one belonging to his dad’s, full of strong pain-killers for his bad back. Frank grabbed the bottle, examining the label. He smiled, coming up with a plan. Maybe there really is a way Frank could get what he wanted from Gerard without hurting him, he thought. He felt like an idiot for not coming up with this plan earlier, but he didn’t care.
“Better late than never,” Frank said to himself as he set the pills down, undressing himself and stepping in the shower.

_ _ _
Frank didn’t bother to wait by the flagpole for Jamia. He knew those days were over, and he could care less. He thought that what Jamia did would haunt him forever, and while it still hurts him, it really didn’t eat at him like he thought it would. Jamia was nothing to him, and that was fine by him. She could fuck Bert all she wanted to, and Frank wouldn’t give a single shit. It’s like all the time they’ve been together never even existed. Frank loved someone else, anyway...and his name was Gerard.
Frank stopped by his locker and put in the combination, opening it and grabbing his books for class. As he did, he heard a pair of high heels click towards him. He sighed deeply, that sound familiar far too familiar to him.
“Frank, what the hell?” Jamia asked bitterly, with Frank’s back facing her. “Why didn’t you wait for me at the flagpole? You know we always meet there!”
“Not anymore,” Frank replied, walking past Jamia with his books wrapped under his arms as he walked down the hall to class. He didn’t even glance at Jamia to see the devastated look on her face.
“What? What are you talking about, Frank? You’re acting ridiculous!” Jamia raised her voice, making an embarrassing scene for her and her now ex lover in front of onlooking students.
“And what you did to me wasn’t?” Frank snapped, stopping in the hall to stare at her coldly. “It’s over, Jamia. You went fucking around with you-know-who behind my back for god knows how long, so forget it. I don’t love you anymore,”
“What?” Jamia hissed. “What the fuck are you talking about--”
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing with Bert. I do know. I saw everything. Why don’t you go running back to him? I’m sure he misses your fucking your cunt...which is what you are,” Frank said as he walked away from Jamia, leaving her shiftless from what he just told her. Before he could turn around the corner to class, he heard Jamia’s heels click loudly, storming up to him.
“Frank! Get back here, you son of a bitch!” she yelled, her face red with rage. Several students turned their heads to see the conflict that’s unfolding between the ex lovers as they watched the angered teenage girl run up to Frank, wanting his head mounted on a wall. “Get the fuck back here, Frank!”
“What the fuck do you want, Jamia?” Frank snapped back at her, turning in her direction to face her raging self. “I told you, it’s over! I don’t fucking love you anymore! Get out of my face, you slut!”
Frank ran down the hall, leaving behind Jamia. He didn’t wanna see her ever again. He just wanted to get the fuck to class so he could take this stupid test before Thanksgiving break starts. Far behind him, Jamia stood there, tears soaking her eyes and ruining her mascara. Frankn never looked back. What reason did he have to, anyway? He smiled to himself bitterly, feeling like he just purged a demon out of his body. That’s what she may as well be to him, after all she’s done to ruin him.

_ _ _
Frank drove to the Way household with his father’s bottle of painkillers in his bag, happy that Thanksgiving break has officially arrived. Not only did that mean no school and homework, but not Jamia as well, which obviously meant stress on his mind. It couldn’t stop thinking about what he planned on doing to Gerard tonight. This plan has just got to work. It’d be impossible for it not to. He parked the car and walked up to the front door, knocking on it and hearing Maggie beyond it barking, like always. It was all part of his daily ritual of watching after Gerard.
“Door’s open,” Donna called. Frank stepped inside and walked to the living room, finding Gerard drawing at his table, with Donna on the couch looking at some paperwork, a smile clear on her face.
“Hey, Donna. What are you smiling about?” Frank asked, setting his bag down.“I’ve got some really good news, hun!” Donna replied in an elated tone, like she was just given a million dollars.
“What’s that?”
“Here, look at this,” Donna said, handing Frank a pamphlet in the stack of paperwork beside her. Frank examined it, skimming over it’s contents. It was a pamphlet for some kind of institution. “I finally got the funding to get Gerard accepted into the Rainbow House, a group home not far from here!”
“Oh...uh,” Frank stuttered, feeling his heart stop dead in it’s tracks. This wasn’t good, he thought. “What’s a group home?”
“It’s a type of home for adults that are mentally disabled. It’s much more home-oriented than a mental institution. People there can get the care and treatment they need, and even become more independent, like get a job and do chores around the house, which I’m hoping Gerard can learn to eventually do for himself. I went on a tour of the place last week with Gerard. It’s a really nice place. It was built just last year and there’s only seven residents in it so far, and since I finally got the money and insurance, Gerard can be put in by his eighteenth birthday!”
Much unlike Donna next to him, Frank was not happy by this news. It was of course good for Donna because that obviously meant that Gerard could get the care he needs by professionals, but it wasn’t for him. It was terrible news for Frank. He didn’t want Gerard to leave him and be put in some locked facility, group home or not. He wanted him to stay here. He wanted to play his special games with Gerard, and just be with him. Frank knew he couldn’t have any time like that with Gerard at all if he were put in this group home. Despite the utter dread and anxiety Frank felt, he smiled forcefully, hiding his true feelings from the gleeful Donna.
“Oh...that’s great,” he said, lying to himself. He had to know how much time he had left before Gerard would be taken away from him for good. “When’s Gerard’s birthday?”
“April 9th, so there’s still plenty of time for us to get ready. All the payments have been finalized. All we gotta do is wait til the day comes now,”
Frank counted the months in his head. He has less than five months left to be with Gerard. Despite how far it is from now, it still felt like too little time for him. He didn’t want to be with Gerard for less than five months. He wanted to be with him forever. He glanced over at Gerard as he sat as his table, scribbling wildly in a farm animal coloring book with a blue crayon. He smiled sadly, trying his damndest to not let his tears get the best of him so that Donna could see.
“Well, Donna...I’m proud for you guys, especially Gee,” he said somberly.
“I know, hon. You’re not crying, are you?” Donna asked, giving Frank a concerned look.
“I...I just,” Frank sighed, giving in and wiping his eyes. “I’m happy for Gerard that he’s gonna be put in a good home, but...I’m gonna miss him when they day comes when he’s gotta leave,”
“I know, Frank. I am too. I’m gonna miss having my baby here, but...it’s only best for him to go to the group home. I can’t take care of him forever, not when he’s like this. I’ve gotta take care of myself, too. I’m just an old woman with a bad back. I want Gerard to grow, too...and the only place he can do it at is in the hands of professionals. I want him to be happy and healthy and as independent as he can be, since I can’t give him that,”
“What do you mean, Donna? Gerard’s happy here, isn’t he?” Frank asked. “He’s learning too. He does good when I help him with his lessons. Won’t he be scared being put somewhere that’s not his home with you?”
“I know Gerard is happy living here, but...he can’t stay here forever. Where’s he gonna go when I die, or when my health goes to shit when I get older?” Donna replied, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff from it. “I want him to be as much of an adult as he can be. You know that you’re not gonna live with your parents forever, right? You’re eventually gonna graduate from high school, maybe go to college and get a good job, and move into your own place, right? I know Gerard won’t ever be able to live on his own, but he can at least learn to better take care of himself with some help. I understand you’re gonna miss him, and I’m happy to see the two of you creating such a strong bond together, but you do want what’s best for Gerard, right?”
“Yeah...I do,” Frank nodded reluctantly.
“Exactly. Besides, you can visit him whenever you want. He’ll be happy to see you,”
“True,” Frank shrugged. That still wasn’t good enough for him. He didn’t wanna see Gerard periodically through visits. That just wasn’t gonna cut the mustard for him. He wanted Gerard to stay, period.
“Well, I gotta get going. You can always look through more of the paperwork there to better understand where Gerard will be going,” Donna said as she stood up. She gave Gerard a kiss, then turned back to Frank. “Oh, by the way, I just wanted to let you know something,”
“What?” Frank asked.
“Gerard’s fine, but...he’s been acting strange this morning. He kept crying and complaining about his butt hurting. Did he fall or something?”
“Oh...uh,” Frank stuttered, feeling his heart stop and butterflies in his stomach. What was he gonna say, he asked himself. How was he gonna cover his ass? He was in deep trouble, and knowing that scared the living shit outta him. “I dunno. I don’t remember him falling or anything. He was just fine yesterday,”
“Oh, alright. He must’ve landed on his bum too hard or something while I wasn’t looking. Hopefully it’ll go away. I’ll make an appointment with his doctor if it doesn’t,” Donna said as she walked to the front door. “I’ll call you later, Frank,”
Frank felt his insides turn to jelly as Donna walked out the front door to her car. Now Frank was really fucked...so fucked that he had to do something. He couldn’t afford to let Donna find out what he’s been doing to her mentally handicapped son for the past week. If Donna took her son to a doctor to be looked at, he would definitely find evidence of it all. Frank had to think of a way to cover it all up, and fast before it was all too late. He also didn’t want Gerard to leave him either. It was like everything was crashing down on Frank, and there was nothing he could do about it…
“L-look, F-frankie!” Gerard said, holding up one of the pages of his coloring book of a horse with blue and yellow crayon scribblings all over it. “I-I m-made th-this for y-you!”
“Oh, thank you,” Frank said, taking the picture and examining it. “But horses aren’t blue and yellow, silly!”
“W-well th-this one is!” Gerard laughed.
“Okay, Gee. Thank you. I appreciate it,” Frank said, folding up the picture and putting it in his bag to hang up later when he gets home tonight.
“C-can I-I t-tell you s-something, F-frankie?” Gerard asked.
“What’s that, pumpkin?”
“M-me r-really l-like you, F-frankie. M-me l-love you,” he smiled.
“Oh, Gee,” Frank replied, his voice cracked from the tears leaking from his eyes. He took Gerard into an embrace, letting him sit on his lap and rocking him back and forth. “I love you too,”
As Frank held Gerard, he shut his eyes and smiled a bit. He’s gotta do something to keep himself from getting caught. He’s also gotta find a way to be with Gerard forever, and he knew just what that was.
He was gonna run away with Gerard. He was gonna kidnap him.

_ _ _
While Gerard watched Snow White on the t.v in his room after his bath, Frank packed a bag for Gerard full of clothes and diapers, as well as some extra toiletries he found in the bathroom. He then put it in the back trunk of his car to avoid having Donna find it. He planned on packing a bag for himself when he gets home, and taking Gerard with him tomorrow after Donna leaves for work. He then looked up some cheap motels they could check into on his laptop and counted his money in his wallet. All he had was sixty-eight bucks, which was definitely not enough to check himself and Gerard in a motel. It also wouldn’t hold them over for very long for gas. He had to find another way to find some money. He suddenly remembered his jar full of money back at home that he kept under his bed. He planned on saving it up for this one top-notch Fender guitar he really wanted. He saved up that money explicitly for that and for nothing else, not even when he dated Jamia. Frank sighed, left with no other choice but to use his savings to help support himself and Gerard while they’re away from home. It was the only way, he thought to himself. As he put his laptop away in his backpack, his hand touched the pill bottle he brought with him earlier. He suddenly remembered what he brought them for and smiled, pulling it out and reading the print on it again. He wanted to fuck Gerard again like he did yesterday...and he wanted to make sure Gerard wouldn’t feel any pain in the process.
“Hey, Gee,” Frank said, walking up to Gerard as he watched his movie, his teddy bear wrapped tightly in his arms as he sat on his bed. “How about if I make you some chocolate milk? Do you want some?”
“Y-yes!” Gerard nodded, smiling. “M-me like ch-chocoloate m-milk!”
“Okay, baby. I’ll be right back,” Frank replied as he walked upstairs to the kitchen with two large white pills in his hand. He poured some chocolate milk into a sippy cup with cartoon puppies and kittens on it. He then crushed the two pills and stirred them into the drink with a spoon, making sure the contents were dissolved in it. He went back downstairs and gave the cup to Gerard, who drank the milk right away, sipping it from the cup.
“Y-yummy! Th-thank you, F-frankie,”
“You’re welcome, Gee,” Frank said, sitting down next to Gerard, watching the movie together as Gerard sipped on his spiked beverage. It wasn’t long before Gerard began to feel groggy, barely able to hold himself up.
“I f-feel funny, F-frankie,” Gerard said, staring up at the ceiling as he laid down on his bed.
“You’re probably just really tired, sugar,” Frank replied, taking off his shirt and pulling out his handcuffs from his bag. “Lie down on your belly. Lay your head into the pillow. Close your eyes and relax,”
“Okay,” Gerard said, rolling over on his tummy and planting his face into his Superman pillow. Frank took each of Gerard’s ankles and wrists, once again handcuffing them to each side of the bed. He then pulled down his boxers, applying some lube to his cock and jerking himself off as he prepared to enter himself into Gerard. He peppered Gerard’s body with kisses as the boy below him laid still with his eyes shut, calm and vulnerable.
“Y-you’re warm, F-frankie,” Gerard said, his voice muffled under the pillow.
“So are you, sugar. You smell good too,” Frank replied, smirking as he pulled down Gerard’s underwear and diaper. He began to thrust his pelvis into Gerard’s buttocks, the tip barely in his crack. Gerard moaned, his body still relaxed.
“Th-that t-tickles, F-frankie!” Gerard laughed as Frank inserted himself deeper inside of Gerard, his asscheeks separated by both of Frank’s hands. He smiled as he reached for his camera, snapping a few photos of himself inside of the boy.
“Doesn’t it feel good though?” Frank asked, panting heavily as his thrusts grew heavier. “I just can’t get enough of your sweet ass, Gee. It feels so fucking good!”
“Oh, F-frankie!” Gerard exclaimed, laughing almost hysterically. “It t-tickles a b-bit, b-but m-me l-like it!”
“That’s a good boy,” Frank said as he smacked Gerard’s perspiring ass, feeling himself hit Gerard’s prostate again and again, the boy under him moaning louder. Frank laughed to himself, feeling accomplished. He did it. He found a way to still fuck Gerard without hurting him. It was the perfect plan, and the best one he’s ever conceived, he thought to himself. Gerard was wholly enjoying it without a single tear coming from his eyes, and knowing that made Frank proud of himself. As he fucked Gerard fast and violently, he winced, feeling it coming. He was gonna cum inside of Gerard again, leaving a creamy surprise in the crevices of his violated ass.
“Oh, Gee...I’m gonna cum,” Frank whispered. “Oh fuck me...oh yeah...oh fuuuuuuck!”
Frank ejaculated, his cum filling up Gerard’s entrance. He pulled out and snapped a few photos of the cum-filled hole, then promptly licked it up. He wasn’t finished yet though. He wanted to see his baby cum for him. Frank took the frail and exhausted boy in his arms, stroking his wet cock in his sweating hand. Frank smiled at the sound of Gerard’s moans and whimpers coming from his throat.
“I f-feel g-good, F-frankie,” Gerard said, panting heavily.
“Come on, Gee. Cum for me,” Frank begged. “You’re so hard, sugar,”
“F-frankie...my pee-pee f-feels weird,”
“Good, baby. You’re gonna cum. Come on, Gee...do it!”
Gerard whimpered as Frank held him, semen propelling from his cock all over the sheets and Frank’s hand. Frank smiled as he licked it up, the salty taste savory to his lips. He was victorious, and it felt so damn good.
“Was that fun or what, Gee?” Frank asked, cradling Gerard.
“It w-was,” Gerard smiled. “M-me s-sleepy now,”
“I bet you are, sugar. I gotta change your sheets and get you cleaned up first,”
“Okay, F-frankie,”
Frank carried Gerard out of his bed and onto the floor. As he ripped off the stained sheets from Gerard’s bed, Frank laughed to himself happily. Fucking Gerard just became so much easier for him, and also a lot more fun. He just knew that what he was gonna do to Gerard tomorrow was gonna be far from it if the tiniest thing went wrong.

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