Fortuitous Casualty

Chapter 2.

Sometimes I hear him, talking. Sometimes I don't. I never knew exactly what he's saying, but I know he's there.
I hear other people too, my dad, some teachers, a couple classmates. He comes more often than them though, and despite not being able to understand his words, I understand when he’s crying. Sometimes I feel him, touching my hand, kissing my forehead. No matter how hard i try, I can never do anything in response.

***
I felt something, and it started in my toes. Then I felt it in my fingers, and my arms and legs, and then I felt it everywhere. I moved a hand when Gerard held it, but I don't think he noticed, He didn't react. I felt him kiss my cheek, and I tried with everything I had to open my fucking eyes. I did it, as he was turning to leave. I forced something out of my throat, an inhuman sound, and immediately was sent into a fit of coughing. It got his attention though, because he turned around and started crying.
He looked different, older. There was scruff on his jaw and chin, and his hair was bright red. He looked tired, but shocked and happy.
“Frank! Oh my God! I'll get a nurse, I’ll be back! Don't move!” He runs from the room and I have to fright to keep my eyes open, but I manage.
Soon he returns with a nurse, frantically crying as she aids me. It's hard to speak, or move, so I don't. I just stare at him, and answer the nurses questions by blinking. He stares back, smiling and crying, gripping my hand the whole time. I try as hard as I can to squeeze back.
When the nurse leave to notify my dad of my awakening, I pat my bed and try as hard as I can to move over. He slides in the bed with me, and I lie on his shoulder, letting myself give in to my exhaustion.

***

I wake when the nurse comes in, telling Gee visiting hours are over. I cry and shake my head, trying to yank Gerard back to me.
“No,” I rasp out at the nurse. “Please.”
She sighs and nods at me, as if I were a friend, and shuts the door.
“Tell me,” I rasp again, “everything.”
“It was a car wreck. He was drunk, and they said he was trying to kill as many people as possible. He hit us, after one other car, and kept on going to hit four others. Three people died.”
Tears well up in my eyes.
“How,” I stop to cough, my throat still dry. “long?”
“Frank….” Ge trails off, staring scared at me.
“How long?” I whisper.
“It's been seven years. Well, six years, nine months, and one week.”
I stare at him. And I stare. And I stare. He stares back, and for a long time, we sit like that, staring, inertia.
“Can I lay with you?” He asks after a while. I nod, and scoot over, allowing him to slip under the covers with me. I crush my body to his, my head on his chest, and force myself to sleep.

***

He tells me everything the next morning, and this time I don't stop him. He tells me about the man's trial- his name was George Marshall, age 36. He was sentenced the death penalty. He died four weeks after the accident.
I ask him what happened to him after the crash, and he hesitates to tell me.
He broke both his legs and other minor bones- 9 to be exact. He spent the rest of senior year in the hospital, doing physical therapy, and sitting at my bedside, reading to me, talking to me. This whole time he was doing online school, and started collage early, fished his college classes early, and eventually had to get a job. He doesn't tell me what his job is- and some part of me knows it's on purpose. He bought a house, and told me he bought it for the both of us, so that when I was better I could live with him. He tells me that he had everything set up for when I finally woke up- he tells me he knew I would.
He goes onto tell me that he prepared online school for me to get my GED, and that he could enroll me in any college I wanted. I stop him after that, confused.
“Gerard,” I whisper, my voice still weak. “How are you able to do this?”
“Well- I- you dad and I talked after the third year of you being here. I was a legal adult, as were you, and your dad wanted me to be your proxy. Meaning I make medical decisions for you. And legally that gave me other rights, such as doing your legal papers, all that. That guy that got sentenced, George? I fought on your behalf for the death sentence-” He stops as if he told me too much, and gets a worried look on his face. I swallow hard, weighing my next words.
“Who were the other people he killed?” I asked. He looks at me, opening his mouth delicately.
“A little girl, age four, named Mckenna Larkins. A teenage boy, who actually went to our high school, Mark McQuinn. And….and do you remember my brother? Mikey?”
“Of course,” I said, horrified.
“He was in the car with Mark. They both died.” He says, staring at his hands.
“Gee,” I cry, looking sadly at him.
“I didn't even know he was out that day, yknow? Last I saw him, he was at home, eating pancakes, dressed in all black, happy as ever.” He smiles a little, and I force my weak body off the bed, practically falling on him.
“Careful,” He whispers, his face close to mine.
“I am so, so sorry Gee.” I tell him, looking up at him with tears in his eyes.
“Its okay. I still have you.” He states simply, smiling sadly at me. “I could have lost you twice that day-”
“But you didn't. And you won't.” I respond quickly, holding him close to me.

***

People come and go, old classmates, family members I barely knew, nurses who’d taken care of me for the past seven years. I thank each nurse deeply, holding their hands in my own to let them know I’d heard them over the years, felt them.
It's all a blur, expect for Gee. He stays with me the whole time. After the third day of him not leaving the hospital room, I begin to question things.
“Gee, don't you need to work?” I ask, looking concerdly at him.
“I’m at work,” He states simply, shrugging.
“What?” Millions of things ran through my head. Was he a nurse? Did he get paid for being here with me? Did my dad hire him?
“I’m the hospital director.”
“What? Your twenty six!”
“Yes. I finished med school in three years. I took seven years worth of classes, and spent every minute here, doing my work. I became a nurse, and eventually an attending, and now I’m director. I actually just became director, actually.” He states it simply, and shrugs again, like its nothing. I sit there for a minute, and tears ebing to spill over my cheeks. He gets up, worried, coming over to my bed.
“Does something hurt? Are you okay? What's wrong?” He questions, taking my hand in his, looking in my eyes for answers.
“Oh, nothing! Nothing is wrong Gee! Everything is...is perfect.” I say, throwing my arms around him. The action still takes a lot of effort, but it's worth it.
“Frank, I don't understand…” He says, confused.
“You probably think i'm crazy.” I laugh, wiping my tears away.
“I mean… you are very happy considering you were just in a coma.”
“That's the thing, Gee. I wake up seven years later, and your still here. You took care of everything!” I cry out happily, staring at him. “I don't deserve you Gee. I can't even believe this.”
“Frank…” He trails off, smiling sadly. “I would do it all over again.”
“I really don't deserve it though, Gee. I was going to… kill myself that day. I was going to leave you. And you still didn't leave me.”
“Shhh, we don't need to talk about it.It happened. It's better now. Just don't do it again, okay?” He asks, smiling softly at me.
“Never Gee, I will never do that again.” I continue to cry, wrapping my arms around him. We lay down together, arms engulfed around each other. I fall asleep like that.

***

I sleep for the next couple days, waking up only to eat and drink, and, of course, talk to Gee. sometimes when I wake he's there, sometimes he's not. It comforts me to know he's in the hospital though.
On the seventh day, I begin to wonder what's wrong with me. I move and eat and do everything right, but me being in a coma couldn't possibly been the only thing that happened to me. I decide to ask gerard when I see him.
I wait for a couple hours, before deciding to find him myself. He must think I’m still sleeping.
I walk around the hospital floor, finding it mostly empty. Nurses shuffle about, patients too, and after about 25 minutes of walking around, I decide to ask someone where Gee is.
“Uh. excuse me?” I tap on a shoulder of a tall man with dark hair, and when he speaks I feel as if I recognise his voice.
“Yes?” He smiles at me, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Could you tell me where Gerard Way is?” I ask, smiling a little.
“Yes, of course!” He responds. “Would you like a wheel chair?” He asks, smiling again. I heisate, feeling weak, but also feeling too prideful to admit it.
“No one would blame you, after what you’ve been through.” He reassures me, sending a comforting feeling to my stomach.
“Okay,” I give in, speaking softly. “Thank you.” He pushes me down the hall, past a nurses station and stops in front of a large glass door. I peer into the office, amazed at how big it is, and on the other side sits Gerard, talking into the phone. He sees us almost immediately, before I can even raise my hand to knock, and smiles. I return the smile eagerly, watching as he gets up to open the door.
He takes long strides, a walk much different from when we were teenagers. He walks confidently now, he looks strong.
He opens the door and I immediately stand and embrace him, and he returns my haste. The doctor behind me excuses himself, and Gerard grabs my wheelchair and leads me into his office.
“I’m officially impressed.” I tell him, smiling at him as I look around his office. It was three times the size of my hospital room, and filled with awards and pictures. I stare at the various AMA awards, Copley medals, Dan David award. I’m instantly struck with wonder as to how he got such things in such a short time.
There are pictures beside every award and medals, pictures of Mikey, Gerard, doctors, and me. There are more pictures of me and Gerard than anyone. They’re mostly from before the accident, where were young and happy. There is one I spot that shows me in a hospital bed, with Gerard sitting by my side. Books were on the floor beside him- school books I think, and a computer, along with pencils and a backpack half open, filled with clothes.
“That was the third year,” He says softly from behind me. “That was the day your dad made me proxy. There had been a false alarm. I thought I felt you squeeze my hand, and open your eyes a little, and I called the nurses in. You were still in your coma. I had already called your dad though, and he-” He stops, as if the words were troubling.
“You can tell me. I can handle it.”
“How do I know that?” He questions, sighing.
“I am not allowing myself to mourn a life I almost left by choice. I don't have time for that. I lost too much time already.” I respond quickly, hanging my head slightly.
“Your wise for someone whose been in a coma for seven years.”
“I had a lot of time to think.” I laugh softly, wishing I could make him understand.
“You remember it?” He seems shocked, disbelieving.
“Not all of it. I remember your voice, and the nurses. I remember thinking about you. And other things.” I shrug and turn, looking into his eyes. “Finish your story.”
“He told me he couldn't handle being your proxy, that he needed me to do it. After the fourth year they begged me to let you go. I considered it. But I knew that I would regret it. I told myself that if after ten years you didn't wake up, I’d give up.” He leans against his desk.
“What is wrong with me?” I ask, tilting my head. He looks at me with confusion, his eyebrows furrowing.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, there has to be other things wrong with me, right? I mean, I was in a coma and everything else is fine?” I question, throwing my hands up.
“Well, that's not exactly what happened. You had internal bleeding, and head trauma, and a broken rib cage.” He explains, wincing as he stares at the floor, as if remembering.
“Head trauma?” I question, shaking my head.
“Yes, nothing serious. Some bumps. A small crack in your skull.” He further explains, studying me as he tells me. “I looked at the scans myself, everything looks normal, nothing threatening. We can turn more test, if you like-”
“No, I trust you.” I cut him off, shrugging. He smiles and leans over to grab my hands softly, staring into my eyes. I take a couple steps forward and stop an inch away, so close we could kiss.
We don't.
“When can I go home with you?”
“Whenever you like. We did run standard test on you, and everything looks good. You can stay here for another week if your more comfortable, or you can come home with me tonight. Or tomorrow. Or whenever you want.” He tells me reassuringly, his face open and happy.
“When is good for you?” I ask, tilting my head slightly. He throws his head back and laughs, as if it were a hilarious statement.
“Frankie, you act as if your a guest. Come home whenever you like. You’re not a guest. Your…”
“A roomate?” I finish, montone. He frowns and shrugs. “Do I have my own room?”
“Of course.”
“Can I sleep with you anyway?”
“Of course.” He repeats, smiling again.
“I wanna go home with you tonight.” I tell him, stepping close to him. He nods and sets a hand on my cheek, looking lovingly at me.
“Your gonna love it Frank. We have a dog named Annie, we can get more, i just thought I’d wait until you could name them. It’s a pretty big house, you may get lost at first, but I'll have the maid help you out-”
“Maid?” I interrupt, raising my eyebrows. He nods and smiles.
“Our life is going to be much different Frank. I worked hard, beyond hard really. T was a really big struggle, but this was worth it.”
“You must have been, I don't know, stressed? Didn't you ever... breakdown?” I question, genuinely curious.
“No. The way I got through it was telling myself after the struggle was done, i'd be able to heal from it. It's hard being rich, it's hard being broke. I chose my hard.” He shrugs and smiles, as if it were simple for him.
“I’m not the only one who got wise.” I comment, smiling back. I become overwhelmed for a moment at the thought he had to do this all on his own. He must’ve been lonely at least. I knew it had to be one of the hardest things he had done.
“It helped being by your side. It helps even more now knowing you could hear me. I knew you were more there then you seemed.” He looks at me like i'm the most precious gift he’s ever received.
“When do you get off work?” I ask abruptly.
“It about two hours.
“Good. I’m excited to go home.”

****

When we stop passing houses and get more into mountain area, I find myself confused. I look back on all the suburban houses, each one more expensive looking than the last.
“How far is it?” I ask, looking over at Gerard as he drives.
“We only have a couple more turns he responds. I nod and continue looking at him.
“We have things to talk about.” I say, my voice indifferent.
“I know. Once we get home, and you shower and get comfortable I swear we’ll talk. I was thinking that I could cook, or we could go out to dinner. Or order in. Whatever you like, Frankie. We can order some expensive french food. Or italian.” He rambles for a minute, and I chuckle softly. It was cute when he did that, it was something I hadn’t even know I’d missed.
“What do you wanna do, Gee?” I ask, turning my head to watch the road.
“Honestly? This is your welcome home dinner, and I know its a lot to go out right now, so i would like nothing more then to call the most expensive, exquisite restaurant there is, get champagne and nice desserts, and have a nice talk in the hot tub. I wanna spoil you.” Gerard smiles as he lets the words fall from his mouth, and I let my eyes tear up.
“Gee, spoil yourself. You have done so much for me already. I can't even begin to express how grateful I am Gee, how sorry i am too-”
“Spoiling you is spoiling myself, Frank. You dont ever need to be sorry. I am happy I did what I did, and I knew it was worth it every step of the way. You can thank me by relaxing for a while, and getting stuff together, and then making yourself something. Anything you want. I can pay for any kind of college, med school, law school, anything Frank.”
“I am gonna make you so proud Gerard.” I say strongly, grabbing his empty hand and intertwined our fingers.
“I know Frankie. You already have.” He says softly. He unbuckles and for the first time since we parked I realise were sitting in front of a house.
I look up and allow myself to stare, not knowing what I was expecting.
The entire front of the house is made of glass- I can see from where we sit the house has at least nine different rooms, each big and full, each room having a specific purpose. We roll through big gate, and up the long driveway. Tree of all different kinds filled the big yard, and there were flowers as well as some nice yard decor.
He pulls in front of the front doors finally, and we go up the big fancy steps. He steps right in the house, leading us into the enormous living room.
I can tell immediately he picked out the room to my taste. The couch was large and velvet felt, and red. The carpet is black, as in the table, and the fireplace is magnificent and huge. The tv looked about 200 inches and hung above an entertainment center with pictures. Pictures of me, gerard, Gerard getting awards, Mikey, and some doctors from the hospital in scrubs. He watches me look around, before smiling at me and leading me to the kitchen.
The kitchen was also enormous. The counter teps were white with specks of red and black, and the room was filled with littel amazing details. From the lights to the floor boards, it was exquisite.
“If your getting overwhelmed I can take you to my bathroom and show you where to shower and stuff. Im taking the day off tomorrow so I can help you explore and get settled.” He offers with a smile, walking over to me an reaching for my hand. I let him take it and squeeze back when he applies pressure.
“Yeah, that'd be great.” I smile back, allowing him to drop my hand and lead me upstairs. The steps have black carpet with white boards, and are just as fancy as the ones outside.
He take a right down the huge hallway and into the master bedroom, which just about takes my breath away.
Bed is the biggest I’ve ever seen, with a white bed frame that came up over the bed and held up a cheer white canopy. The bed sheets were red and black satin, and black fuzzy pillows filled the bed. The carpet was white instead of black, and there sata big brown dresser off to the sit of the bed. I curiously open the closet, finding it as big as my hospital room, and gawk at the suits and shoes in it. I hear Gerard start up the bed in the bed room in his room, and continue looking around the closet. There were suits every different color with different parts of hoes, each with great detail. He was stye was flamboyant. Different from what I expected. I turn away and go to the bathroom, where Gee has set up soaps and shampoos, along with a towel and fresh clothes.
“So, this might be weird… to you, but I don't know if I’m strong enough to bathe on my own. COuld you help me?” I ask, begins to undress, starting with my socks.
“Of course. I don't find it weird.” He says, shrugging at me. “WHile you undress and get it, I'm going to go get the phone to order food. I nod and he smiles and exits the bathroom, leaving me to get in the bath. I finish undressing and get it, the water instantly making my skin feel warm. I sit back and relax, waiting for Gerard.
When he comes back in he’s in the phone, ordering a bunch of stuff. I trust him more tih ordering my food then I do myself, simply because I haven't been awake for seven years to know what I like anyway. WHen he finishes he sits and washes my hair, and lets me wash my body, and helps me out. He helps me change into boxers and shirts, and I don't even bother with pants.
We go downstairs and wait for the food on the couch, searching for something to watch.He opens some wine and pours me a glass, but tells me to take it slow.
“We could talk now.” I say as he clicks through movies, before nodding and putting the remote down.
“Can I talk first?” He asks, and opens his mouth when I nod.
“So, I know this isn't gonna be easy. I’d like it to be, but it's okay if you struggle at all, and before we begin this talk, I want you to know I can get you whatever kind of help you need. A therapist, a tudor, anything.”
“Okay.” I nod, letting the statement sink in.
“Second,” He takes a breath and looks at me carefully. “I am ready for whatever you want Frank. If you just want to be friends, that's okay. If you want to be with me, that's awesome. If you want to marry me right after this conversation, can do. I’m not doing this for any ulterior motives. I love you, and I wasn't ready then, but I am ready now. Whatever pace you want to go at is fine, whatever you want to do, I want to.” He lets the words roll off his tongue and I smile, before gently kissing him.
Our first kiss.
It's not long, and I break away after a couple seconds.
“Let's just get comfortable before we talk about anything serious, okay?” I say, smiling at him. He nods and smiles back.
“Lay with me.” He says simply, holding his arms out.
“Of course.” I move over to him and let him pull me down to him, laying completely on top of him. We lay there like that for a while, breathing each other in, feeling the weight of each others bodies.

***

When I wake the sun is streaming through big glass wall and onto Gerards bed- our bed, making me squint. Gerard lies underneath me, sound asleep with two arms wrapped around my waist. I smile at his bed head and kiss his chest, an attempt to wake him.
“Gerard,” I say lowly, my voice husky from sleep. I continue kissing his chest and smile harder when his eyes begin to open.
“Good morning.” He says happily, in the same husky morning voice. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”
To that, I had no response, so I just sit up and kiss him, slow, enjoying the cool taste of his mouth.
“I know you’ve been asleep for like, the past seven years, but you are gorgeous when you wake up.” He grins at me, pulling away slightly. I laugh and kiss him once more, before fully sitting up and facing him.
“I was thinking we could do some shopping today.” He says, reaching for my hand and mindlessly playing with my fingers. “I mean, just for clothes and some stuff for your room, whatever you like. If you want to get stuff and out it in here and make it your room too, I’d like that. And we could get food you like, whatever you want Frank.”
“You don't have to do that.” I respond in a small voice, feeling a little guilty. He reaches over and kisses my hand, smiling up at me.
“I don't. But I really want to.” He grins and kisses my hand once more, a flirtatious smile on his lips.
‘I’m a virgin.” I blurt out, making him stare.
“Frank, I kinda figured, and we don't have to have sex. Not until you want to, not ever if you don't want to-
“No, I mean I’m a virgin. And I’m 25. And I don't want to be a virgin.” I nervously let the words fall out, watching his lips make a little ‘o’ shape.
“Frank, I don't think-”
“Gee, no, I want it. I want you. Bad.” I lean down and kiss a strip of skin that's exposed between his waistband and shirt, and gently flick my tongue over the skin.
“Frank,” He breathes, his eyes becoming dark and lustful. “God, stop. Or I won't be able to control myself.” He says darkly, staring at me stil.
“That's what I want,” I whisper in his ear, kissing his neck. He growls and suddenly sits up, using one hand to grab my waste and the other come planted firmly on my ass. He grabs me hard with both hands, breathing arousingly into my ear. He slides the hand on my waste to my cheek and kisses my other cheek tenderly.
“Please.” I whine, waiting for him to move. “Please, Gee, please. I need you baby, please,” I use one of my hands to tug on the waistband of his pj’s and the other I slide up his thigh, desperte.
“Frankie. I mean it. I will lose control. Ill fuck you until your begging for me to stop baby, and i'll keep going, waiting for you to cum as many times as I can make you.” He whispers the words darkly in my ear, the entire time sliding his hands gently over my body, everywhere. I moan against him, shuttering. He pulls away and smiles loving me at me. I look up at him and remember a conversation from years ago, one we had back in junior year about our kinks.
“She called me daddy,” He grinned, looking over at me from the seat of his blue, old convertible.
“And?” I ask, agitated with the situation.
“And I liked it. God, I don't think I realised before now how kinky I am.”
I continue to stare as I let the memory disappear, and begin to sink myself onto my knees, looking submissively up to Gerard.
“Daddy,” I breathe. “Please fuck me daddy. I want to feel you inside me, I wanna feel you come inside the walls of my ass daddy, I wanna make you feel so good. Can I please make you feel good daddy? You deserve it, your such a good daddy to me.” I beg, beginning to pull his pajama pants down. He take a handful of my hair, not to hard, and makes me stare at him.
“Frankie, baby. I need you to listen to daddy, okay? Baby, I can't fuck you right now. I want to baby, just as badly as you, but we need to get settled first, okay? I’m sure you dont wanna fuck me right now anyway, because there’s stuff we have to do to have anal sex. Okay baby?” He says the word softly, as if trying to wind us down, and I nod.
“I want you soon though.” I say, now settling down. He grins, and nods, as if agreeing. “You are a really good daddy.” I say softly, kissing his cheek. He grabs my waist and lets us fall back on the bed, engulfed in each other.
“Your my everything Frankie.” He sings into my hair, slipping his hands down my back.
“Your mine too Gerard. Always have been.”
He presses kisses to my head, my temples, my forehead. I just lie there, feeling safe and happy, knowing that we could stay like this forever.
“We should get up soon my love. We’ve got shopping to do. I sigh and sit up, pulling him with me.
“Race you down stairs?” I grin and begin to run, not waiting for him. He catches up quickly though, and just as I make it down the stairs he grabs my waist. He yanks on me and presses me to the rail, his hips against my ass.
“Daddy,” I breathe, pressing my ass harder up against him. He slaps it, not too hard, and I moan. He lets go, and i'm instantly disappointed.
“I won.” I say, referring to the race. He smirks, taking my boxers to pull me close.
“Did you?”

***

“Babe, how are we even going to set this stuff up?” I ask, setting the bags in my hand down on the kitchen counter.
“Um, honestly? Don't make fun of me, but I was planning on calling my, um...helper?” He says unsurely, wincing.
“Helper?” I question. “Oh! You mean a butler?” I gron and lift myself onto the counter, grabbing his lips and guiding them over to the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist and smile some more, amused.
“So your like Bruce Wayne rich?” I smirk, draping my arms over his shoulders.
“Mmm, not quite. Don't get too excited, your not turning into batman just yet.” He grins back and my and wraps his arounds around my back, leaning in.
“Yeah? Is that what you're into?” I laugh huskily.
“No, not really. Batman has absolutely nothing on you.”
“You watched me drool onto my pillows in the same spot for seven years.” I say, meaning for it to sound light. It does sound light, to me anyway, but his face darkens.
“Don't say that.” He says quietly, shutting his face down. He still holds onto me, but he doesn't smile.
“Sorry- I didn't mean it like that.” I respond, hugging my arms around his neck.
“I know. I just think you view it differently. I watched you for years thinking that maybe you were slowly dying. And you woke up, and everything was roses and daisies-”
“Is that what you think i think this is?” I pull away suddenly, staring at him with arched eyebrows.
“You want to have this fight now?” He sighs, rubbing his forehead.
“Well, apparently i'm well rested and better than ever, so yeah.” I retort, shrugging sarcastically.
“That is not what I said, Frank.” He backs away from in between my legs and leans n the counter across from me, staring.
“Gerard, seven years of my life are gone. I went to sleep at seventeen, and I didnt wait up until I was twenty five. I missed a lot. I missed an eighteenth birthday, and a twenty first birthday, and my first relationship-”
“Frank, I lost everything too.” He says lowly, staring into my eyes. “I have not lived for seven years Frank, for you!” He yells, throwing his hands up.
“I did not ask you for that!” I yell back, tearing up.
“You didn't have to, Frank! I would have done it anyway, I did do it anyway!”
“Then you can't hold that against me!” I get off the counter, frustrated.
“You can tell me you’ve been through more than me.” He says the words, lowly, dangerously. I snap my head over to him and let my tears fall. “I have done things to get where I am Frank, things I am not proud of, things I can't even begin to tell you out of your own safety.” He whispers the words fastly and quietly, like if he said then too loud someone would bust through a window and shoot him.
“Gerard, what does that mean?” I reply in the same fast tone.
“Forget it.” He drops his tone and his stare and turns around, facing the wall. “Let's make dinner, yeah?”
I drop it. But i don't plan to not pick it back up. Out of fear what he’s saying is actually something to be feared, I act normal.
“Yeah, okay.” I say, shrugging. “Go get in the bath, okay? I'm going to make dinner, my turn to spoil you.” I say, smiling meaningfully at him. He nods and kisses my cheek and heads up the stairs. I start getting pots and pans out, sighing as I open the fridge. After I cant he ingredients out I quickly head up the stairs and into our bathroom, finding Gerard laying relaxedly in our big bath/hot tub. The water and still going, and I slip off my socks, and get in. Gerard opens his eyes when I enter the bath, shocked.
“Shh.” I say when he opens his mouth. I sit in his nude lap, serious as I stare at him. The water barely touches my thighs.
“Gerard. I trust you. And I know you went through a way harder time then I did, and i'm sorry for saying otherwise. I don't know what you were talking about before, but if you got yourself into bad stuff Gee, well then… Bonnie and Clyde make it look easy. Being bad guys doesnt look that hard.” I whisper, staring seriously not his eyes. He stares back, unweaving, understanding. He know that I was saying I was willing to be in bad, bad stuff if it was with him. He was loyal, now it's my turn. I stare a send longer and then smile, kissing his lips.
“Dinner will be ready in and hour, honey. I'll call you when it's ready.” With that I get out, smiling one last time before turning and leaving.
I go back downstairs and listen to the silence, knowing that I could fill it with loud music, but deciding not to. Instead I think. I think about what Gerard could have done, and think about how I could protect him. Maybe it wasn't a threat anymore and he just wasn't allowed to talk about it.
When I finish cooking I look inside the bags we returned home with, and put on a black and purple suit we’d just bought. It was Gerrard's favorite on me, I could tell by the way he started when I put it on.
I quickly put it on and instead of purring on my dress hoes, I chose a pair of black socks. I go back in the kitchen and pur us each a glass of whine, and fill our plates up. I use the alexa to tell Gerard dinner is ready, and set our places at the table. I don the lights and lit a large candle stick on the table, seating myself. Gerard comes down the stairs, hair still wet, dresses in boxers and a shirt. I smile, watching him in adoration, and clearing my throat. He grins when he spots me, surprised.
“Your making it very, very hard not to lose control and fuck you in appreciation.” He says lowly, slowly walking over to me.
“Your making it very hard to forget why your refraining.” I whisper when he reaches me. He sits in my lap, placing either leg on my lips. He stares into my eyes, beginning to grind down on me, making me moan.
“Gee, oh my God.” I gasp, grabbing his hips. I grind eagerly up into him, desperate to make him feel good. He gasps and gripes my suit, hanging his head on my shoulder.
“You have to stop,” He moans, though he still allows to me to grind up into him.
“Oh? Why’s that baby?” I whisper, grinding faster, a little harder. His breath hitches and then I know he’s going to cum. I go faster, harder, and just as he begins to cry out, I feel myself begging to cum too.
“Frankie,” He moans loudly, coming down from his climax.
“Your perfect.” I grin and sloppily kiss him, trying to ignore the mess in my pants. He sits up, smiling shyly.
“I can't wait to marry you,” He sighs and lies his head on my chest. Wrapping his arms around my neck. I sit there, holding his hips tightly, considering the words. They still sent a shock through me. It was something I couldn't even process.
Eventually he sits up with a smile and pecks my lips, going to his seat. We eat, and he compliments my meal, pizza flamiche.
“Yknow, I considered getting heels.” I laugh, smiling at him from across the table.
“Sweetie, leave those to me.” He winks playfully and chuckles, taking a bite of his food. I raise my eyebrows and grin.
“Only if your serious.” I respond, smirking. He sets his mouth, looking daringly into my eyes.
“As if I would lie.” He sits back and smiles, taking a sip of wine. I take a sip of wine too, and we stare at each other from across the dim table.
“I love you.” He says happily, smiling warmly at me. The words take me by surprise, but they feel right.
“I love you too.” I smile back and take his hand in my own. The love in his eyes was easier to read then the secrets in them.

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