If You Marry Me, Would You... (Frerard)

Eventually Gerard had almost fully recovered. It had been nearly two weeks. Bob's medication really helped his system fight the disease, and Frank's care-giving improved his feeling a lot.

So now he was sitting in his kitchen, sipping the coffee he made by himself, while Frank was still at the record store, helping Bob and Livvie clean up.

Gerard still wasn't in the state to go out and make a lot of effort, but he was able to walk properly without feeling sick, the headaches were gone, and the fact he didn't have to see Jonathan's fucking face around really helped his mood.

Kelly Spring's voice filled the room, and he smiled down at the book he was reading as she blabbed about relationships and other stuff Gerard didn't really pay attention to.

Her voice was enough though. It was calm and happy and it reminded him of how Frank and him always listened to the morning radio together, enjoying the songs people dedicated to their loved ones while dancing around the kitchen like drunken teenagers.

He grinned to himself. Frank always made him feel like a teenager again, all shy and curious, eager to find out new things.

Frank made him feel strong and weak at the same time. He wanted power, but he also wanted to give himself to the younger and let him have him.

Still, he wasn't sure if he was ready to bottom just yet.

But as he promised Frank, maybe one day.

He probably would've considered it sooner, if it wasn't for Jonathan, who left his permanent mark on Gerard's skin, staining him forever as his. It's like he owned him.

But Gerard's heart was Frank's now. Frank held it in his hands and caressed it like he was afraid to let go. Gerard knew he did. He knew that the boy cared for him, and that thought made his heart beat twice as fast with joy.

He couldn't wait for Frank to come back home.

xoxoxoxo

"So, how's Gerard doing?" Bob asked as Frank and him dusted the old shelves.

"Oh, he's doing great. A lot better. The headaches are gone," Frank replied, his hand sliding carefully over the shelf as he cleaned it up and made it shiny, as if it was brand new.

"Good. I'm glad," Bob said simply. "Did the pills help him?"

"Yeah, they did. Yours especially. He said that without the pills he would've exploded by now."

"Yeah, I know him," the bearded chuckled. "His immune system is something you gotta get used to."

"Well you haven't seen mine yet."

"I bet his is worse though. This guy almost sneezed himself to death once."

Frank laughed quietly, imagining his boyfriend sneezing, his nose all puffy and red, his hair messy, wrapped around in layers and layers of blankets to cover his shivering body.

He blushed lightly, and Bob knew what he was thinking about.

"Just please don't get hard in my store," he sighed casually as he moved to another shelf. "I've already had enough of your boyfriend moaning in the lavatory."

"Did Gerard actually jerk off in the bathroom here?" Frank laughed, trying to think just in how much trouble he got with Bob.

"Oh, I don't think he was alone in there," Bob said, still dusting the shelf like it was nothing.

"Oh. Well, it was probably still pretty embarrassing," Frank said. He didn't mind that Gerard did sexual stuff with other people. It was in the past, and the older man was his now, so it didn't matter.

"Nah. If he enjoyed himself, who am I to stop him," Bob shrugged. And then let a small smirk show on his face. "Livvie yelled at him though."

Frank grinned. "Really?"

"Oh yeah," Bob laughed. "She managed to slip his boxers from the cell he was in, threw it to the other side of the store and made him go get it."

Frank choked on his breath and then started laughing like a madman. "For real?"

Bob nodded, laughing harder.

"Oh god. I am loving Livvie so much for that."

"I know, she's awesome," Bob replied. "Gerard's face when he found out he had to walk the store half naked was priceless. Especially after Livvie took his pants and said he could get them back only when he was done retrieving his boxers."

Frank laughed some more, and the two slowly calmed down before going back to cleaning up the place.

"I think I'm gonna head home earlier today to see how Gerard is doing," Frank said at some point, and Bob nodded in approval.

"Yeah, that's cool. You should check on him and see if he's doing good on his own. But I think he's good enough to walk around by himself, right?"

"Yeah, he's good. I still want to see how he's doing though."

Bob nodded again.

"I hope he heals up soon enough."

"Me too. He's getting there though."

They continued on with their day, Frank thinking about Gerard constantly. Gerard, the man that made him feel so happy in so many ways. The man that could just light up his day, make him smile and laugh.

The man he almost loved.

xoxoxoxo

Gerard was making himself pasta in the kitchen. He felt like testing this sudden wave of energy, wanting to feel what it was like to be able to do things by himself again.

It made him happy that he didn't just lie in bed all day doing nothing with his life. Now he could cook again, stand up again, and sleep in the same bed with Frank again.

He couldn't have been happier.

And soon after he was done making his lunch, watching tv on the small couch in the kitchen, the front door opened and shut gently, followed by the soft voice calling his name.

"Over here, Frankie!" He replied, a bowl full of pasta supported by his hands.

Short seconds later small footsteps were heard along the corridor, and the younger man appeared at the doorstep of the kitchen, grinning at him.

"Hey baby," Gerard said happily, as Frank went over to give him a long hug.

"Hey. I missed you," he said quietly. "I see you made food."

"Yeah. I felt a lot better so I thought 'why not'."

"That's good," Frank smiled into his shoulder, and held him tighter before letting go.

"Are you hungry?" Gerard asked, raising the bowl in an offer.

"No. You go ahead and eat. You need it," Frank said softly as he stood up and stroked Gerard's shoulder-length hair.

The older nodded, and the younger man sat beside him on the couch and put an arm over his shoulder, seeing as he could no longer get ill from sitting next to his boyfriend.

The two watched some comedy movie that played for a while, until Gerard was done eating and went over to put the bowl in the sink.

Frank stared after him lovingly, and when the other noticed he blushed down at the ground shyly, which only caused Frank's heart to beat faster.

"So... I was planning on taking a shower..." Gerard said and moved a strand of hair behind his own ear, still smiling at the ground, and then he looked up at Frank with hopeful eyes. "Wanna join?"

The younger nodded. "I'd love to."

Gerard smiled widely, and the two headed into the bathroom, the young man slowly stripping himself as the elder set the water and made sure they were at the right temperature.

After that, Frank stared at him while he shed his body from his clothes, exposing the pale skin to the younger's eyes, who watched him in sort of a predatory way, and even darted his tongue out to lick his lips subconsciously.

Gerard didn't notice that though, and simply stepped into the bathtub, letting the water soak his hair and slowly flow down his body.

Frank shook his head a little and stepped in after him, allowing the warm stream of water to do the same thing to him.

The two stood there for long minutes, just washing themselves and relaxing, until Frank looked up at the man who was standing with his back to him, his neck, shoulders, back, and ass on display for the younger to see.

He slowly stepped closer, reaching out to smooth his hands up and down Gerard's back. The vampire tensed in slight surprise at first, but after catching up he let out a small sigh and leaned into the soothing touch.

Frank pulled him closer by the waist, pressing the man against his chest, and began leaving kisses on the back of his neck, licking a thick stripe to his jaw, where he sucked slowly, and Gerard moaned in contentment.

"It's been a while," Frank said, as he moved to another spot on the other man's jaw. The older groaned in approval, and turned around in his arms so he could hold the younger's face in his hands and kiss him passionately.

The two moaned into the kiss, letting themselves sink into the sensation. They hadn't kissed in almost two weeks, barely touched, barely got any kind of contact. They needed it, and they were going to get it now.

"I missed this," Gerard panted against Frank's lips. They weren't even kissing for that long. They were panting with eagerness, and anticipation, and need. Need for each other.

"Fuck, me too," Frank growled, tangling his fingers in the other man's hair and forcing their mouths to crash again, tongues fighting and teeth clashing together.

The two moaned in unison, and suddenly Gerard spun them around so he could press the younger up onto the wall, right under the stream of water that poured down their shivering bodies, soothing yet overwhelming.

Frank chanced a glance up at the older's eyes, watching as his pupils were wide and hungry, and he was sure that his showed exactly the same thing.

"Fuck," Gerard groaned, and lifted Frank up so the boy could wrap his legs around his waist, and he pressed him harder into the cool wall.

"Gerard... p-p-please," Frank gasped as the other rubbed against him, the friction sending shocks up his body, and he threw his head back, which caused his open mouth to get filled with steaming water.

But he didn't care. All he cared about right now was Gerard.

"Frankie..." The older man breathed, and quickly positioned himself, before slowly letting Frank sink down on his length, groaning as he was filled, not giving a fuck about the burn of the stretch, and leaned up to growl in Gerard's ear.

"Move."

The elder made a noise which Frank couldn't quite place, but barely a second later, the other pulled his hips back and slammed up into Frank's body, the intrusion going through both of them and lighting them up.

"HARDER!" Frank screamed as Gerard pounded into him, moaning at the pleasure that surrounded his body.

It had been too long since they've done this. They were so desperate and filled with care, the way Gerard rocked into the younger's body was so welcomed, so emotional.

Frank tightened his legs around his boyfriend, breathing in the scent of his neck, not caring about anything else, just letting Gerard have him.

Because he knew he would always be there for him.

Gerard whined and thrust harder. The younger man felt so good around him, the way their bodies just fit perfectly, the way their lips connected. Everything felt like fireworks igniting deep inside of them.

The water soaking Frank's trembling skin felt ten times more intense, because of everything he was feeling right now. All the noises and motions in his surrounding seemed to just slow down, leaving only him and the body inside him.

Nothing mattered. Nothing was there to hurt him because he was so safe in the older's arms.Gerard wanted him to feel good like he did, he rocked into him with so much care, and devotion, desperate but considerate.

And Frank loved every part of him.

"Oh Frank... I... uh," he groaned. This was becoming too much for the older man.

"I know you're close baby. Please cum. Wanna feel you," Frank whispered in his ear, out of breath and shaking, and the way he spoke pushed Gerard over the edge, and he caught Frank's lower lip between his teeth hard as he held his hips tightly and came inside him.

"Oh... oh... oh..." he whimpered.

"Fuck," Frank slammed his own head against the wall, feeling himself so close. Just one more touch, and...

Gerard quickly recovered and turned his attention to Frank's lower body.

He knew he had to get the younger to follow him in this amazing haze of tiny shocks and jolts of electric pleasure, balls of fire curling around in your body.

He wanted to see it happening again.

Without any of them fully realizing it, Gerard has his hand wrapped around the younger's member, and he stroked him, watching closely as the other's face scrunched up in utter pleasure and his mouth hung open.

"Oh yes! Uh, uh, mmh..."

Those sounds were just about getting Gerard hard again, and if he didn't pull out of Frank's ass anytime soon, he was definitely going to.

And then the younger man was crying out and spurting white, clenching around Gerard almost painfully, as he came hard and intense, like he had been dying to do for almost two weeks.

Slowly, as the boy was regaining his breath, Gerard pulled out but kept holding him, in fear that the other will collapse once he lets go.

Frank was steadily recovering from the high. His hands loosened their tight grip on Gerard's shoulders, and oxygen was filling his lungs once again, allowing him to finally think properly.

He blinked a few times and looked at Gerard, giving a tired smile which the older returned.

"You were amazing," he breathed out quietly.

"Not as much as you were," Gerard smirked and nuzzled his face in the younger's neck.

Frank purred happily, smiling up at the ceiling like a love-struck teenager.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," he said quietly, and Gerard laughed weakly, letting his lips brush over the younger's skin.

"Me too," he whispered, and pressed soft, slow kisses along his boyfriend's neck, feeling Frank holding onto him tightly, like he never wanted to let go.

By then the steady flow of water above them had washed all the cum and sweat off of them, letting it mix with the clear color and disappear into the unknown.

The two stepped out of the bathtub, drying themselves and going to take a nap, first changing the bed sheets that still held Gerard's disease, and then settling on their, once again, shared bed, holding each other in their arms, Frank grinning widely against Gerard's chest, and the older murmuring sweet things into the dark hair of the boy he was protecting.

And they couldn't have been more relieved.

xoxoxoxo

"So, he's feeling better now?" Michael raised an eyebrow at the man that stood behind him in front of the mirror in his room.

"Much better," Jonathan smirked as he was playing with the hair at the back of Michael's head, "Little Frank and him had some fun earlier. I could just tell."

"It was obvious these two would pounce on the first chance they had to continue on fucking," the brother rolled his eyes.

"You know we're not so different than them," Jonathan said, his other hand moving soothingly over the bare skin of Michael's back.

"No, not so much." He turned around in his partner's arms so he could look him in the eye. "But WE have a plan. And we need to destroy that motherfucker for everything he's done. You know that."

Jonathan nodded. They did need to destroy Gerard. He could just feel revenge dripping from Michael's voice as he spoke about his brother. It was amazing to see how your opinions about someone or something could change so quickly. One night that ruined a relationship that had built up for years.

All of it went to hell, leaving both brother's souls empty and cold, numb except for that bitter feeling that just wouldn't go away.

But Michael obviously got it worse than Gerard. Everything he was capable of thinking was ways to ruin the older man's body, soul, life, hope, just smash him and watch him crumple under his feet like a piece of useless paper, flying in the wind and slowly fading into nothing.
He wanted to see this happen to Gerard. And for some reason it brought him happiness that he had came up with such a perfect plan.

And now that the older man felt better, he could finally continue with it.

He already had bits of it, bits of Gerard's fall. He was patient, and it was paying off more and more. Every time he would hear about the older man, or see him, he could just feel it. How Gerard was turning weak again, how Gerard was turning into a bitch.

He never saw his brother submissive in the sexual way. He saw him submitting under life. His brother always tried to seem dominant, when he was nothing more than a desperate whore that was just looking for attention and love.

The love he never got.

Until Jonathan came around, of course. And now there was Frank.

These two were his only dots of hope in his sex-filled life, making him feel like the pleasurable acts were actually made out of care, affection.

Michael was going to tear that apart.

He was going to leave the worst scar on his brother.

No matter what it fucking takes, he would do it.

Just so he could see Gerard bleed.

Notes

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