Big Baby (Sequel to Cry Baby) (Frerard)

After Gerard parted ways with his father, he kept walking through downtown, and is now in the outskirts of it, his feet sore and throbbing from all the aimless walking he’s done. He knew where he was going, but didn’t ever figure out how to get there. All he knew was that he was going to see Frank, but what he didn’t know was where he is. He could be walking further away from wherever Frank may be, for all he knew. Sweating and panting from the exhausting long walks he’s done, Gerard nearly collapsed to the ground, landing right on his can. He may not know exactly where his friend is, but all he knew was that he was not going to give up looking for him, even though it was taking a toll on Gerard’s physical well-being. It’s dark outside. It was late. Gerard was dehydrated and on the verge of passing out. He was so goddamn thirsty and tired.
“F-frankie, I’m t-tired,” he said, still huffing and puffing from exhaustion.
“Then rest, Gee,” Frank replied. “But only for a little bit. You still gotta find me,”
“I know...b-but I’m s-so t-tired!” Gerard groaned. “I’ve b-been w-walking all d-day!”
“Well then...maybe you should catch a ride or something,” Frank suggested. “You know, like a bus ride or a hitchhike,”
“Oh?” Gerard said. “I th-think y-you’re right. I sh-should. B-but I d-don’t know if th-there’s a bus s-stop around h-here. I m-might have t-to just hitch a r-ride,”
“I guess so,” Frank said. “Anything for us to be together,”
“Y-yeah!” Gerard smiled. He stood up and looked down the road, seeing one car after another pass him by. He held out his hand and did a thumbs up gesture with it as the cars continued to drive past him. None of them even bothered to slow down for him. Gerard’s face furrowed to a look of frustration.
“It’s okay, Gee. Keep going. One of these cars has gotta stop for us,” Frank replied, his tone of voice full of optimism.
“B-but none of th-the cars will s-stop for m-me!” Gerard whined, his hand still held out. He really didn’t wanna have to keep walking, but he was already starting to get worried. He knew that hitchhiking was a bad idea, which is obviously why a lot of the cars wouldn’t stop for him. None of them knew who Gerard was, or the kind of person he is. Despite all this, Gerard kept hoping in his mind that someone, anyone, would pull over and let him ride with them. Someone just has to, he thought to himself.
“Oh!” Gerard exclaimed a little when a car finally pulled over to the side of the road; it’s a silver 2000 Toyota Camry. Gerard stepped closer to get a better look at the car, as well as the kind-hearted driver that (hopefully) decides to help Gerard. In the driver’s seat is a young man, appearing to be somewhere around Gerard’s age. He’s wearing a pair of scrubs under his black jacket and his hair is black, appearing to be styled. He rolled down the window of his car and looked at Gerard, smirking a bit.
“Need a ride?” he asked. Gerard nodded his head, eager to pick up his bag and get in the car already.
“Y-yeah, I d-do!” he said. The man licked his lips a bit. This boy he found looks perfect, he thought to himself…
“Alright, then hop in. Where do you need to go?”
“I n-need to f-find someone,” Gerard said, buckling up his seat belt after he placed his suitcase in the trunk.
“And who might this person be?” the driver asked.
“H-his name is F-frankie. F-frank Iero. I n-need to f-find him. H-he’s my s-special friend,”
“Hmm...I see. I know exactly who you’re talking about,” the man replied, nodding his head slowly. “Alright, man. I’ll take you there. And your name is?”
“G-gerard. G-gerard Way,”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Pete, by the way,” said the driver as he smirked, looking at the young boy. He really did know who he was talking about, and he was gonna take him to him...but only if he got what he wanted in return.
“Wh-why aren’t w-we going?” Gerard asked impatiently. Pete just kept smiling, taking his free hand off the wheel and stroking Gerard’s thigh gently, his hand stopping just below his crotch area. Unsure what Pete is implying, Gerard just stared dumbly at the hand up close to a personal area of his body.
“Gerard...there’s something I want you to do for me,” Pete grinned, licking his lips. “Have you ever sucked someone’s cock before?”
“S-sucked...c-cock?” Gerard repeated. The vulgar term sounded all too familiar to him. Why though? He soon realized it was because he has sucked cock before. He gave Frank head before, to be exact. He remember not caring much for it due to the weird feeling it gave him, and the weird taste that came with it, but he did it to please Frank since that is what he liked. But this isn’t Frank who’s asking him to give head; this is a complete stranger. Gerard had been told by various people, one of them including his psychiatrist, to not give into sexual advances, let alone from people he doesn’t know, but at this point Gerard was willing to do anything to be reunited with Frank. He just hoped that Pete was telling the truth.
“Yeah, Gerard. You know...giving head?” Pete whispered in Gerard’s ear, his free hand squeezing Gerard’s thigh right below his crotch. “Can you do that for me...pretty please?”
“Go ahead. Do it,” Frank suddenly said before Gerard could say no. “If he’s honest, then do it. Anything for you to see me again,”
“Are you...are y-you s-sure?” Gerard asked shakily. “D-dr. Martinez and M-mikey t-tell me th-that s-sucking stranger’s p-pee-pees is d-dangerous,”
“Gerard, don’t you want to see me again?” Frank asked, his voice laced with a stern tone. “Whatever it takes, Gee. It’s not like you haven’t sucked dick before,”
“Come on, Gerard...don’t leave me hanging,” Pete pleaded, his voice suave and seducing, yet also menacing and malevolent. “I swear I’ll take you to your little friend if you suck me,”
“O-okay…,” Gerard stuttered, giving in. He reached for the crotch of Pete’s pants and pulled them down, his bulge clear as day under his underpants. Pete pulled them down for Gerard, revealing his schlong to him. Gerard grabbed it and began to stroke it gently in his hand as he put the tip into his mouth. Pete moaned softly as Gerard gradually put more and more of the man’s dick in his mouth. His tongue swirled around it like a popsicle, pre-cum leaking from it. Pete grabbed a handful of Gerard’s hair and tugged it in his hand, pushing his head down further as it went up and down. Gerard gagged a bit when he was pushed down, but stifled it as he continued to suck and stroke. He hated everything about what he was doing right now. He hated the salty taste of Pete’s cock. He hated how it made him gag as he attempted to deep-throat. He hated the sound of Pete’s moans. It was all nothing like how it was when Gerard would seduce and please Frank. He missed those days, just like he missed him.
“Come on, suck harder!” Pete said, raising his voice as he shoved Gerard’s head deeper down to his crotch, making Gerard gag some more. He coughed up some saliva as he kept going, trying to please Pete. Gerard went faster as he sucked deeper, his hand still stroking Pete’s cock. He cursed his name in his head, but did what he asked him to keep him happy.
“L-like th-this?” Gerard asked, his voice muffled as he sucked hard and fast.
“Oh yeah, just like that…,” Pete moaned. “Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum. Keep going,”
“O-okay--”
“Don’t talk. Just keep sucking!” Pete demanded as he huffed and puffed. “Oh god, it’s coming!”
Gerard didn’t say a thing after that. He just kept sucking until Pete finally exploded. He ejaculated all over Gerard’s mouth, the taste salty and bitter. Pete looked down at Gerard, prompting him to swallow, and that’s exactly what Gerard did. He let go of Pete’s boner and buckled his seatbelt again, hoping he did enough to please him.
“That was awesome,” Pete smiled. “You’re not as bad at giving head as I thought you would be,”
“I-I’m not?” Gerard asked.
“No. You’re pretty good. It’s like you’ve done this kind of deal before. Now, as promised...I’ll take you to Frank,” Pete said as he started up the engine of his car.
“Y-yes, please d-do!” Gerard pleaded. He felt his chest constrict as the car began it’s way down the road. He may have just done something he could not forgive himself for, but at least now he’s on his way to see his special friend he’s been separated from.

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