It's Not Lovin' If It’s Just Fuckin'.

(Two Weeks Later)

Frank was in town heading up to the supermarket. Pete had stayed over and they had smoked up and fucked all night so they woke up starving. They went to the diner in the morning and ate half the breakfast menu, but now they were hungry again so on the promise of one of Pete's amazing rim jobs, Frank was on his way to get some provisions for them. He was thumbing through his play list when he ran into someone...literally. Frank remained standing, but he knocked whoever he hit on their ass.

"Are you alright Gee?"

Frank looked down and saw Gerard on the sidewalk. A boy with long black hair was crouched down next to him.

"Hey hey Gee! Long time no see!..."

Before the other boy could help Gerard up, Frank had leaned down and picked Gerard completely off the ground and swung him into the air.

"Missed you! Where you been?"

"Frank?!..."

Gerard gasped in surprise.

"Put me down you idiot."

Frank laughed as Gerard got flustered. He loved these moments.

"Okay okay."

Gerard rolled his eyes and huffed as Frank put him back on his feet.

"It’s not funny Frank..."

He crossed his arms over his chest.

"I’m not a toy you can just pick up and play with whenever you want you know."

"Hey whoa, what's with the harsh vibes Gee? Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Hey Gee, do you know this guy?"

Bert put a protective arm around Gerard's waist. Gerard looked between the other two men, his eyes ending on Bert with a smile.

"Bert, this is Frank..."

He looked back at Frank.

"Frank, this is my boyfriend, Bert."

"Boyfriend?"

"Yeah man, uh nice to meet you."

Frank was a little surprised. Gerard never had a boyfriend before. Man he did miss a lot.

"That's cool man, nice to meet you. Actually I am on a munchie run for my boyfriend."

Gerard choked in shock.

"You don’t do boyfriends Frank..."

Then his shock turned to sadness as his eyes fell to the ground and his voice went quiet.

"He must be very special."

Gerard wished that Frank thought he was that special, but sadly it was apparently never gonna happen.

"Yeah I guess. Well he's funny and a good fuck so that counts for something..."

Bert was shocked how the boy was talking to Gerard, but Gerard didn't seem to be bothered by how he talked, just what he said.

"Not that you aren't funny Gee, in fact you are funnier than Pete cause you make me laugh when I ain't high too and no one can do that. Plus you are a good cuddler. Pete's too bony."

Gerard shrugged, not looking up...it was a while now since they cuddled and he missed it so much.

"Well as long as you’re happy Frank..."

He lifted his eyes up to look at Bert pleadingly.

"So we should get going...right?"

"Yeah, nice to meet you man."

"You too. Hey Gee, call me and we'll hang out some time."

Gerard fought not to roll his eyes and sigh, Frank was never free to "hang out" these days.

"Sure Frank, see ya."

He pulled on Bert’s arm, dragging him away. He still loved Frank and he was still in love with Frank...but it just hurt too much. Frank watched them go as his phone rang. He looked at the ID and then put it back in his pocket and kept going toward the store.

(time passes)

Bert and Gerard were lying in Gerard's back yard. Bert had placed dandelions in Gerard's hair.

"Hey Gee, my family is going away this weekend and I was wondering if you wanted to go with us?"

"Oh um, where are you going?"

"We have a cabin in the mountains and we just relax for the week, fish, hike, cook out and mostly stay away from civilisation. It's really fun and we have a camp fire, make smores, and tell ghost stories!"

Gerard smiled, that sounded like the trips he used to go on with Frank.

"Yeah, sounds good. I’ll have to check with my dad of course."

Bert chuckled.

"I had a feeling that you would say that so my dad already talked to your dad and he said yes."

Gerard grinned wide.

"Really?...Ok then."

"So tomorrow after school my dad will pick us up. You don't even need to bring anything with you cause we have everything! Oh and don't bother to bring your phone cause there's no WiFi or reception, but don't worry, we have a land line so we aren't isolated or anything crazy like that."

Gerard frowned slightly.

"I think I might bring my cell anyway, I’ve got some games on there that don’t need WiFi."

"I mean you can, but we will be playing board games and making cookies! Come on Gee, won't it be nice to get away from the electronics and just have an good old fashion time?"

"Yeah, I guess. I like board games..."

Gerard sighed, then smiled softly, nodding.

"Ok, I’ll leave my phone behind."

Bert smiled and leaned in close to Gerard.

"And we will have more time together."

He rubbed noses with Gerard and kissed him softly. Gerard smiled, relaxing into the kiss and letting his worries drift away for a while.

(time passes)

"I'm so sorry about this son..."

Donald was slipping on his coat. It may be summer, but the nights were still a bit chilly.

"Your mom said she would be home, but she's..."

Donald sighed.

"Anyway, I will see you when you get home right?"

Gerard sighed.

"Ok dad. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine."

"There is a surprise for you in the freezer, just save me a piece..."

Donald hugged his son and kissed his cheek.

"Just remember Gee, you are every bit as good as Mikey is...if not better cause you have a heart of gold."

"So does Mikey dad, he just hides it well..."

He looked down at his mismatched socks and mumbled.

"...like mom."

Donald ruffled Gerard's hair.

"You watch son, one day the world will know what an amazing boy you are, just like I do."

Donald grabbed his coffee thermos and was out the door. Gerard sighed, there was only one person he wanted to see him like that, but apparently Frank had the amazing Pete now. He sighed again and decided on an early night...it wasn’t like his mom would be coming home anyway.

(time passes)

"Well here we are Gee, what do you think?"

Gerard looked at the wooden cabin, swallowing slightly.

"It looks...rustic."

"I know right?"

"Okay you two, let's get everything in before we lose the light."

Bert's dad was a rough looking man with a full beard. He was stocky and looked like he could break a tree in half. Bert's brother was a smaller version of this, but with a baby face and more visible muscle. Tony was carrying a load of firewood to the door. He set it down in the holder on the porch.

"There, that should keep it up for the whole time."

"Is there anything I can do to help, sir?"

Gerard asked politely, just like his dad taught him to be.

"Nah, boy like you can't really lift nothin'. Why don't you go check the kitchen and whip up some sandwiches for us."

"Good idea Dad, he looks like a woman so make him do their work."

"Hush up boy and get to the basement and make sure we are set up."

Gerard swallowed, looking at Bert nervously...he had a bad feeling about this.

"Just ignore Tony, he can't help if he got the 'I'm a dick' gene."

Gerard giggled uncomfortably.

"So, should I make sandwiches then?"

"It would be nice baby. You and I only need one, but dad and Tony eat four. Everything is in the fridge for you."

Bert kissed Gerard's cheek. Gerard smiled softly, his cheeks pinking at the pet name and the kiss.

"Ok, I’m on it. Does anyone want a drink too?"

"Beer."

Both Tony and his dad spoke at the same time.

"I'll share a soda with you Gee."

Gerard nodded.

"Ok. Should I bring the sandwiches out, or come get you when they’re done?"

"Come and get me baby."

Gerard blushed again, nodding before heading into the kitchen. It was smallish and as basic as he had imagined, and mostly wood like the rest of the place, but there was a stove and a fridge that he presumed were run by a generator, and when he opened the fridge he saw it was half full of beer and half full of cold cuts and other sandwich fixings. There was a clear fronted bread box on the counter with two large loaves of crusty bread, one white and one whole grain, and a six pack of sodas left out to get warm.

Gerard squeezed the sodas into the fridge then shut the door and went to the sink to wash his hands. It was one of those huge old deep white basins that stuck out further than the counters on either side of it and there were brass fixtures over the top. Gerard smiled, he always liked this kind of sink, he wasn’t sure why though. He washed his hands thoroughly, then set to making the sandwiches. He made four each for Mr. McCracken and Tony, and one each for Bert and himself. He made them with thick slices of whole grain bread and filled them with cold cuts, lettuce, onions and tomatoes. He put less of everything in his, but it was still big enough that his dad would be proud of him.

Once he’d finished and placed all the sandwiches on plates he’d found in the cupboard...after giving the plates a good wash of course...he put the plates on the kitchen table along with two cans of beer and a can of still slightly warm soda, then went to find Bert. Just as he walked out of the kitchen, Tony was walking in through the front door.

"Oh, err hi. I was just coming to tell you lunch is ready."

He said with a nervous smile. Tony looked at the table and then at the boy. He grinned.

"It looks good. Of course you look good too. Can I eat you for lunch darlin'?"

Gerard swallowed, his eyes going big as saucers as he involuntarily took a step back. He glanced toward the front door, hoping that Bert would come in then...he didn’t. Gerard let out a nervous giggle.

"I’m uh...I’m not on the m-menu. Sorry."

"Maybe not for lunch, but dessert for sure."

Tony started to advance at Gerard.

"Tony!"

Bert's dad came in.

"Food's ready he said."

"Go wash up then like I said to..."

Tony left grumbling. Bert's dad looked at the frightened boy.

"Sorry about that son. Tony is at the age where he is a little confused."

Gerard swallowed.

"I..."

He didn’t know what to say and was glad when he saw Bert enter the cabin.

"Everything okay Dad?"

"Sure son everything is fine."

Bert crossed to Gerard.

"You good baby?"

"Y-yeah..."

Gerard mumbled.

"I’m ok."

Bert didn't believe him, but he smiled.

"Okay, let's eat then."

Gerard sat as close to Bert as he could, and as far from Tony. He kept his eyes on the table and nibbled half heartedly at his sandwich...he’d kind of lost his appetite now.

"Ugh, what is this shit?"

Tony opened his sandwich and pulled out the lettuce, tomato, and onion.

"Do I look like a fucking rabbit to you? Men don't eat shit like that."

Gerard swallowed, looking down...he really wished his dad had said no to him coming now.

"Sorry."

He said in a small voice, feeling tears prick his eyes.

"Shut up Tony and eat the fucking sandwich..."

Gerard watched Bert's dad take a bite and smile.

"This is really good Gerard. You used just the right amount of mayo."

"Th-thank you sir."

Gerard said, letting a small smile touch his lips again. Tony was eating, but watching the boy as he nibbled on his sandwich and talked to his dad and his little brother.

"So Gerard, what are your plans for the future?"

"Oh uh..."

Gerard swallowed a bite of his sandwich before continuing.

"Well I’m planning to go to art college when I graduate. I want to be a graphic artist, like do artwork for books or maybe movies and stuff."

"Art school? Are you serious? You can't make money drawing pictures..."

Tony had polished off two of his sandwiches and started the third.

"I mean..."

He took a big bite and spoke with his mouth full.

"It's clear you don't really have any skills other than a wife, but maybe you have some...hidden talents you haven't found yet?"

Gerard frowned, looking down.

"Lots of people make money with art."

He muttered quietly. He was pretty sure he was never going to like the older boy...ever.

"Yeah? Well I know a kind of art that lots of people make money with. Bet you'd be good at it too."

The older boy sneered. Gerard looked up questioningly...he didn’t get it.

"Well I think it's a fine choice for a career..."

Bert's dad got up and took his plate in the kitchen.

"Right, well let's get a fire going. Get's colder in the moutains than in the valley at night. Then we'll play some games."

Tony got up and brought his plate to his dad. He leaned in so the water masked his voice.

"When?"

"Tonight."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?

So so things are about to get interesting...don’t you think?

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