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Ne Cede Malis
2 ReviewsFrerard smut! Applying for a job isn't all Frank thought it would be, especially when he's working for Gerard.
Ne Cede Malis - Do not give way to evil.
Frank wasn't really sure what to think of this place. Walking up the grey graveled driveway, he felt cold, and shivered. There wasn't any wind, though, not that he could feel anyway. He'd already walked for three miles, adding to the two-hour long public bus journey to get to the other side of Jersey. He shivered at the cold, though he was pretty sure it was the house's vibes, giving off terror of an almost- almost, erotic kind. It was bad enough that it was on the posh, snobby side of town, but it was kind of worse that the house was at the end of town. Where the woods were. Stories of horror had flowed back to the poorer parts of town, bits and pieces of stories circulating around every house, and even as a horror-movie loving child, he'd always vowed never to come here.
Yet here he was. It was slightly creepy, but it had some distinct sense of hidden beauty within it. It was a charred-looking, dark mansion, with charcoal pillars and tiles, with a string of ivy plants everywhere. The gate he'd come through had ivy on its black iron-cast poles, and he could see the familiar dark wires of the plant crawling and inching its way around the house's walls.
Frank was breathing heavily as he got closer and yet closer to the front porch. He couldn't help but notice it was nearly as big as his whole apartment back over in the other side of town.
He breathed in, and opted for pressing the golden door bell button.
The thick, black-painted wooden door was swiftly opened, revealing a man in a stunningly immaculate suit.
"Yes, sir?" Frank couldn't place the accent, it wasn't from somewhere he'd ever heard of, and thought it was too movie-like to be natural. Though, he was flattered to have someone call him a 'sir'.
"I'm here for the job thingy." Frank said, almost immediately slapping himself. He might as well just run away now, for God's sake. Heaven forbid he should embarrass himself further.
'Job thingy'. Really, Frank? Honestly, this is why you're still looking for jobs, you moron.
The man nodded, a disdainful look on his face. Frank cringed on the inside; the man probably thought he was an utter idiot.
"Your application, sir." The man asked, holding an immaculately white-gloved hand out to him.
Frank looked blankly at the nonchalant man, taking in his fancy, posh, probably-put-on accent, and black Italian suit to match. He could clearly see the man's suit was especially made, and Frank was pretty sure he could see his small self in the man's black polished shoes.
His hand dove in and scrambled around his plain brown tattered messenger bag, and brought out a crumpled pile of papers.
The man looked visibly horrified at the crumpled mess of papers, and hesitated for a good minute before taking them from Frank's rough hands.
"Would you like to come inside?"
Frank couldn't help but smile; he noticed the man wasn't calling him 'sir' anymore.
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"Would you like some tea?" the man asked him, closing the door.
Frank was too busy staring around the massive house to even notice the man anymore.
The high ceilings seem to reach up to the heavens to Frank, and it seemed eerie, almost.
He noticed there was quite an amount of black, and the while house seemed to be drenched in grey scale. Everything was either black, grey, or in rarer occasions, white.
It was cold too. Though the house was lavished with expensive ornaments and furniture, it was felt to be empty to Frank. Like nothing felt exactly right.
Almost immediately, Frank had practically thrown himself onto the leather couch in the hallway, marveling at the fact that there was an actual couch. In the hallway.
The man coughed loudly in a dignified manner, catching Frank's attention. "Would you like some tea?"
Frank looked blankly at him. "You have tea?" he asked, as if tea was some sort of foreign object to himself.
"Earl Grey," the man asked, slightly bewildered at Frank's complete lack of knowledge of tea.
"Uh," was Frank's all-too-intelligent response. "Do you have any coffee, maybe?"
"What kind?" the man smiled. Frank made a mental note that coffee was a good response.
"I'll take whatever." Frank smiled.
The man nodded. "I'll take these papers away to the master's study, and your coffee shall be with you shortly."
After the man had walked away, Frank had an urge to do something really wild, like swing from the chandelier, or slide down the marble banister.
But he couldn't. He had to get this job, he had to support his mom, as well as himself. It was this or nothing, so no antics today.
Suddenly, he became lost in the paintings above him, whispers of a Gothic castle covered the ceiling high above him.
Then he heard some footsteps from the marble-floored corridor behind him, and turned to face the perpetrator, thinking it was the man who greeted him at the door.
It wasn't.
Frank found himself staring at a very vampirically-pale man, with what he thought, the most eerie, yet captivating eyes. His thick black hair was side-swept over to one side of his head, and Frank thought that just that, was just a little bit, hot. Frank suddenly got a bit aroused, feeling like he could jump this man's bones right now, screw that fact he hadn't even spoken to him yet. He was considerably a bit taller than Frank himself, though that wasn't hard. Frank couldn't help but think the man was undeniably beautiful, though he looked slightly female for a man. The man was dressed all in an expensive-looking, tailored black suit, with a long black trench coat over the suit, contrasting with a brilliant white shirt underneath the charcoal waistcoat, that accentuated the man's flat chest.
Frank suddenly got the feeling his heart was pumping way too fast, his brain was working at a startlingly increased rate, and the world seemed to just stop, right there, then, the man spoke.
"Hello." He said, smiling a little. Not even bothered by the fact that Frank, a stranger, was sitting in a couch. In his house.
Frank thought he could die. Even though the man had only spoken one, single word to him, it felt like it was more than one, meagre word.
Then all of a sudden he wanted to slap himself. Really, this was going way too fast, honestly, he was just here for a job.
"Hey." Frank waved, his arm muscles slightly faltering when the man smiled again, before turning around and slowly began to take off his long black coat, folding it in his arms. "What brings you to my house?"
Frank raised an eyebrow. "You own this house?" he gaped, looking around again at the lavish decorations and expensive objects that furnished the marbled house.
The man looked suddenly embarrassed then; something flickered in his eyes, and looked away for a moment. "What brings you here?"
"I'm here for the job." Frank said, now kind of regretting asking about the house.
"Oh, you are?" The man looked more interested now, and Frank felt pressured, and on the spot to give a good answer. That was what confused Frank.
Sure, he was attracted to the undeniably beautiful (and fucking rich man, if the house and the suit were anything to go by) man, but he'd felt that before to other people, and he never felt a pressure to impress quite like this before.
"Um," Brilliant answer, Frank. "I'm here for the job, yeah."
"Okay then, I suppose I'll see you in the study in a bit, then." the man said, and turned to walk out of the room, when a thought occurred to Frank.
"Um, wait!" Frank said, waving erratically at the taller man.
The man turned to face him, stopping mid-walk, with his eyebrow arched; questioning Frank silently.
"What's your name?" Frank asked.
"Gerard," the man (that Frank now knew was called Gerard) said, and Frank could have sworn that the name rolled off his tongue, and almost internally died when Gerard smiled slightly at him.
"Cool." Was all Frank could say.
Gerard stalked off, and was quickly replaced by the old butler man whom Frank had seen earlier, with a steaming cup (not even a plain old mug, a proper china teacup with a saucer) of coffee, presumably.
"Here you go," the old man said to Frank, carefully handing him the cup. Be a classy motherfucker and old your pinkie finger up when you drink that fancy shit, Frank thought, examining the decorated china cup carefully.
"Thanks, dude." Frank said, and then realised- he just called the old guy a 'dude'.
The old man was visibly bewildered, a little shocked even, but he was still smiling at Frank, so he made a mental note that calling the old guy a 'dude' was okay.
"The master shall see you in fifteen minutes, for your interview." the old man seemed to take a liking to Frank, he noticed. He was smiling more at him than he did at first.
"There's an interview now?" Frank asked, shocked. He expected to hand in the application and leave. Well, he had planned to leave then, but then he was offered to come in and have coffee.
The old man looked a little offended, and Frank guessed it was because of his terribly blunt nature, and immediately kind of regretted it.
"Well, yes. Fifteen minutes, then you shall be interviewed." the old man, quickly left, and Frank assumed he had gone back to not smiling at Frank, and now he was a little disappointed.
Well, now, Frank had fifteen minutes to kill. And posh coffee to drink.
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"This way," the older butler man from earlier had returned to Frank, who happened to be dangling upside-down on the couch, looking across the marbled floor.
Frank was led up the impressive marble- what was it with this house and marble, he wondered- staircase, and across a carpeted hallway at the top of said stairs, and towards a heavy, dark wooden door, which the old butler man then knocked.
Both Frank and the old butler man heard a muffled voice, seemingly a signal for Frank to go in, and the old man smiled at Frank, opened the door and departed him.
Well shit. Frank was going to have to sit in an enclosed space with a deceivingly hot man of whom Frank quite simply wanted to fuck.
Bring on the mind games.
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"Hello, Frank is it?" Gerard stood up in one swift motion of pushing back his chair and standing up straight to his full height, and extending his arm to a dumbfounded Frank.
"Um, yeah." God, Frank what a brilliant fucking response, honestly, that was some literary genius.
Gerard smiled, and Frank instantly felt his stomach flit and slightly flip a little.
"So," Gerard said, sitting down again, in the most elegant way Frank had ever seen. It was just sitting down, surely there wasn't an art to it, but Gerard made it an art. Gerard pressed the tips of his long fingers together, while Frank sat in a small leather-padded chair, which he thought was slightly uncomfortable by any means. "Let's get started with this interview, then."
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Well if that wasn't the most awkward, dumb and sexual-tension-filled experience Frank had ever had, then sue him.
Honestly, he couldn't help but notice the slightly tight and strained suit trousers Gerard was wearing and notice exactly where they were tight and straining, it was only his homosexual nature. And the way Gerard talked, Frank could listen for hours. The amount of times Frank got lost in the swathes of Gerard's cool, Jersey accent and the way his voice wrapped around the words, and Gerard had to repeat the question, or sentence he was trying to say to Frank.
The old butler man met Frank outside the heavy wooden doors that his the most embarrassing interview experience - and smiled at Frank again.
"This way." He said, leading Frank down the stairs,and towards the the black door, and opened it in one pull. The old man walked quite quickly, quicker than before, and Frank stumbled a few times trying to catch up, tripping on practically nothing, and his messenger bag had a habit of slipping off his shoulder at the worst moments.
"Good day, now." The old man had a thing for smiling and talking like an educated English noble, Frank decided.
The air was cool, and the sky was dark- a deep shade of navy. Surely he hadn't been here that long, it had only felt like three hours at the absolute most, but then Frank realised, it was around five when he'd left, so it must be around, say, eight? The wind picked up, sharp, and jutting into Frank's face, and his teeth chattered. He'd have to walk home quick, he hadn't thought to bring a coat or even a small jacket.
Frank could feel the harsh, cold air in his lungs as he left the posh estates behind him, drifting in towards the poorer parts, nearer to his own home where his mother was waiting. The streetlights were flickering on and off, though Frank didn't notice from the deathly cold surrounding him. He waited at the deserted bus top for over an hour, regretting not knowing the bus times or schedule.
The bus eventually lumbered into sight, the dim headlights faltering with every lump and crack in the road. Frank boarded the bus, and chucked a dollar in the sleazy-looking driver's direction, before taking his sear near the front, away from all the drunken louts lingering near the back.
Frank practically leapt off the bus half an hour later when he was at his stop on the other side of Jersey, and began walking into the freezing air of the poorer estates. He could have fist pumped the air in happiness and relief when his house came into view.
He opened the door briskly, and slammed the door, quickly shutting out the cold, even though it wasn't much better in his own home. It was cold, though not as cold as outside, and dark; his mother must have gone to bed. The furnishings here were sparse, and when there were any, they were falling apart, or second-hand bought.
"Hey." Frank looked up to see his mother in a dressing gown at the top of the small wooden stairs, starting to walk down, whilst looking down smiling at him.
He smiled back. "Hey mom."
Suddenly she frowned. "Did you go out in that cold with no jacket?" Frank braced himself. "You know you get sick easily Frank!" He let his head drop to above his chest, not wanting to see the anger on his mother's face. "We can't afford medication if you get seriously sick, Frank." her voice was softer now, and Frank decided to change the subject of the conversation.
"I went for the interview thing today." He said, slipping off his messenger bag and pushing it towards the half-empty coat rack beside the brown, wooden front door.
His mother's eyes seemed to light up a little. If Frank got the job, they would be a little better off than they were currently, and any better off was a vast improvement at the minute. "Did it go well?" she asked.
That was the question, wasn't it? Frank didn't know, he personally thought it went horribly, awkwardly, and terribly bad, but his mother didn't have to know that.
What she doesn't know can't hurt her.
"Yeah, well it went good, I suppose." Frank managed to answer.
"Good, good." His mother nodded. "I think I'll go to bed now, see you in the morning, okay?"
"Okay, love you mom." Frank answered absentmindedly, walking into the kitchen, and taking a glance at the kettle. He could make coffee, but it wouldn't be nearly as good as what it was back in the big house earlier.
Frank sighed, if he got the job- as highly unlikely as it was- he could have better coffee, and a better life for himself and his mother.
Things would be better.
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Frank woke up in a sweat. It was strange to begin with, as the house was still fucking cold, and he usually never woke up in the middle of the night for no good reason-
That was until he saw the broken-beyond-repair-but-somehow-still-working alarm clock on his rickety nightstand clearly blaring out the numbers 6:30.AM in the dark morning air.
His mother would be up around the same time as himself, only, he had nothing to do during the day. An unemployed high-school graduate, with square-root-of-nothing friends or college classes to go to, due to the fact he couldn't afford to do so, with no actual purpose apart from to hang around the house and protect it from any burglars.
It could change, but was it really going to?
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Around midday, the old house phone rang, and at first, frank was surprised. No-one they knew rang anybody, it was just there.
Then he answered it, and almost died inside when he heard who was on the other line.
Gerard.
"Hello," His smooth Jersey tones almost made Frank sigh and swoon. "Is Frank there?"
"Um, this is Frank." He answered dumbly.
"Oh, hey Frank! I'm calling about the interview yesterday, about the job?" Gerard seemed so goddamn chipper today. It was a weird change from the elusive sexual mystique he freely showcased yesterday. Frank nodded, then realising Gerard couldn't see him, replied with a small 'yes'.
"Well, you got the job, when do you think you could start?" Frank almost dropped the fucking phone.
He had gotten the job.
After all the while Frank had been to pessimistic, he had actually gotten a job.
"Frank?" The sudden jolt back into reality made Frank actually drop the phone, and he hastily scrabbled to pick it up again.
"Um, I could start whenever." Frank had to bite his lip to keep himself from yelling and squealing in joy.
"Sure, okay. How about you drop by, tomorrow, midday, and we see what happens then?" Frank disappeared again into Gerard's soft, yet rough accent, forgetting his answer to the question.
He quickly snapped back into his normal form. "Um, sure." Christ, Frank learn to speak, for fuck's sake.
"Okay, see you tomorrow then!" Gerard's chirpy voice ended with a disconnected click, and for a few minutes after, Frank was still holding the phone in shock.
What the actual fuck had just happened?
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The next day at midday, Frank found himself at the same heavy, thick, black wooden door he entered only yesterday.
Only yesterday.
The same old butler man answered the door, and smiled -yet again- at Frank, who was standing out in the cold, smiling like a complete idiot.
The time Frank had at the house seemed to fly past him- in a blur of marble, Gerard, and old butler man.
He had grasped the fact that he was working here now, though, and he managed to listen to Gerard's terms and conditions of his home. He was to live here for the foreseeable future, but he was allowed to visit home whenever he had permission, he was allowed anywhere in the house, except for Gerard's study (unless he was told to) and the attic was out of bounds for everyone, everyone meaning Frank and old butler man.
Frank found out that old butler man's actual name was Colin, and he thought it kind of suited his diminutive, yet intimidating aura.
Frank had to leave the house for a while, first, to tell his mother, and second to pack his little belongings to move into the house.
Now he had the depressing task to say goodbye to his mother, his birthplace, and the very home he grew up in.
It felt relieving, and almost as if he was finally growing up and doing something, but he couldn't help but sigh as he hugged his crying mother goodbye, with his messenger bag dangling off his shoulder, and a heavy duffel bag in his free hand.
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It was only a few days after Frank had moved in, and he was exhausted. His back hurt like fuck, and he could feel every tiny muscle (some he wasn't even aware he had) with every minuscule movement he made. His fingers were becoming more calloused and rubbed raw than they already were, and his body felt irritated and tainted with all the cleaning-product chemicals he was faced with. Every day he woke up at five- fucking five in the goddamn morning- and he went straight to cleaning the already spotless marble entrance, polishing the staircase banisters until he could see the ceiling paintings above him in the reflection, wiping every single fucking surface in the premises clean- Frank could well go on about all the things he had to do for ever, but he didn't have the time or the patience to sit and think about everything he just did.
One of the surprisingly many positives to the job was the fact that Colin seemed to just disappear into the shadows; only reappearing when you needed him. Gerard was 'out on business,' a lot, as he himself and Colin said, so that pretty much left Frank by himself, and Gerard seemed to leave the record player going all day, leaving Frank with the relaxing tones of classical music all day.
The job paid a lot, and it was paid per day, which was a hell of a lot better than what Frank and his mother had beforehand. His mother had promised to send lengthy and descriptive letters frequently. She wasn't lying by any means, in the few days Frank had been here he'd already received two, telling Frank all about how his mother was planning to save a lot of Frank's wages to fix up the house, if that was okay with him.
Frank collapsed on the soft sheets of his own bed, in his own room. Despite the heavy work Frank had, Gerard was actually quite lenient, and nice- for lack of a better word- towards Frank than some other house owners could be.
He had given Frank free range of the house (except for two rooms; Gerard's study and the attic), his own room, pretty awesome food three times a day, posh-tasting coffee whenever he wanted and music to play when he was cleaning. Not to mention the wages he was earning.
Frank fell asleep almost instantly, smiling to himself, and thinking about how even though he was completely tired and sore, he felt fucking fantastic for being able to help himself and his mother move out of their poverty, even just a little.
He was doing something useful.
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It was around one thirty in the afternoon, and Frank was busy humming away to the orchestrated tunes of Beethoven's Fur Elise, whilst on his haunches, polishing the bottom of the stair banister at the top of the wide staircase.
Frank turned around, reaching for the cleaner, as he felt the cloth was running dry, and looked up to see Gerard peering down at him.
"Hi." Frank said dumbly, making Gerard smile slightly.
"Fur Elise, then?" Gerard's eyebrow raised, and he smirked, making Frank's stomach and insides flip spontaneously and die.
"Um, yeah." Honestly, Frank.
"I have to say." Gerard said, looking upwards, drawing his hands behind his back and gazing at the painted ceiling, whilst walking around Frank. "Symphony Number Nine is a personal favourite of mine. Have you heard it?"
"I think I heard something about it in school, is that the one in D minor?" Frank felt a stab of pride at knowing something Gerard was interested in.
"Yes, the one in D minor," Gerard chuckled, as if he was remembering some sort of old inside joke that Frank obviously wasn't involved in. "Its quite a piece, its one of, if not the, best known of his works."
Frank crouched, swimming in Gerard's words as they filtered from his mouth. Frank felt Gerard had so much to say, and Frank wanted to see and feel every word he could be around to hear.
Frank found himself standing, and gazing into Gerard's beautifully brown and green eyes, seeing the masses of information hidden behind the clear, glassy retinas. Gerard kept on talking, and Frank heard snippets of the one-sided conversation here and there, not really listening but watching as Gerard spoke freely about classical music; something Frank knew hardly anything about.
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Frank definitely had some sort of an attraction towards Gerard.
He figured that out about a week after the classical music conversation (that was basically just Gerard talking anyway), when he spontaneously woke up, sweating and panting, from some sort of random sexual dream involving Gerard.
Strong, slender fingers gripped Frank's tattered t-shirt, as both men gazed into each other's eyes.
"Frank," Gerard practically moaned, bringing an almost trembling Frank closer to Gerard's face. "C'mere." Gerard pressed his lips to Frank's, and their lips furiously worked together, slipping in and out of sync, hot, wet and gripped with lust and pure passion.
Frank flung his arms around Gerard's neck, and Gerard held Frank's head with one hand, while the other hand rested on the small of his back, playing with the ripping waistband of Frank's tight jeans.
Frank pushed his hands under Gerard's crisp white shirt, making him moan in surprise, shifted his feet slightly so that their now-hard crotches rubbed together, and dipped his hands below the waistband of Frank's jeans, pushing away the boxer material, and softly gripping Frank's ass.
Frank gasped and pulled away pushing himself off Gerard's chest, panting and gasping for air.
"Why'd you stop?" Gerard muttered huskily, breathing hard into Frank's thick black hair.
"Why me?" Frank pressed himself to Gerard's chest, which was expanding and falling rapidly, his whole body whirring and vibrating with radiated lust.
"Why not you?" Gerard smirked, pressing his lips to Frank's once again, and holding Frank's ass again, rougher than before.
"Fuck, " Frank cursed, mumbling against Gerard's lips, and entangling his hands in Gerard's hair, threading the black strands through his fingers.
Gerard began to slowly rock his crotch against Frank's, making Frank moan, and grind harder against him, feeling their erections grind together in ecstasy-
It wasn't even mildly funny how hot and bothered Frank had gotten over that one dream. That is, that one sexual, possibly illegal idea that would probably never happen. Ever.
Just try and convice yourself you won't have these fantasties again, Frank. Just try.
Frank drew a red and raw hand through his thick black-brown hair, his hand shaking with arousal and nervousness. What is the next step when you have a sexual dream about someone? What do you do when that someone is your boss?
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No advances were made to, or from Frank about Gerard in the five weeks he had now been here, in this house. It was probably just as well, because Frank was becoming so fucking sexually frustrated, if he had any sort of encounter with Gerard, it took nearly all of his strength not to jump him and fuck him right there. Even with Colin watching them.
Or maybe he wouldn't; Colin would just disappear, like the respectable posh gentleman he was. But then again, Colin did seem kind of creepily aware of practically everything at times-
Aside from Colin possibly being a voyeur, Frank though he was a rad old dude. He wouldn't say so to Colin himself, one reason being that Colin wouldn't understand hip, new-fangled words.
Frank had made his way downstairs, skipping breakfast as he'd always done, and heading towards the spacious cupboard full of cleaning supplies.
Flash, or Cillit? He was pondering, eyes flicking between the two products and deciding their pros and cons carefully.
He gave up and grabbed the Flash, snagging a cloth off the hook and walking over towards the hallway leading to the kitchen.
Frank was surprised to see Gerard there, warily gazing at him. Frank suddenly felt highly self-conscious, aware of every body movement he made and how awkward he must look to Gerard.
Silently, Frank got on with the cleaning, shaking and nervous.
Why was Gerard watching him? Did he know what it did to Frank? It made him nervous, aroused, excited, and terrified at the same time
Gerard suddenly appeared right next to Frank, making him drop his cleaning supplies, and he was now suddenly aware this beautiful man, was breathing on him. Frank now definitely felt his tattered jeans become much tighter, and Gerard felt it too, and smirked.
Then it happened.
For a second, Frank couldn’t believe what they were doing, their lips had been barely touching, now they were one; indistingushable fom the speed and passion of which they were working in sync.
Gerard groaned softly in delight and wrapped his arms around Frank’s waist, smiling against his soft lips as Frank pressed tighter to him and worked his fingers into the older man’s hair. He shuffled forward a little until his crotch pressed tighter to Gerard’s and he mewled as he kissed him with more passion, growing more dominant as he got his teeth around Frank's lip and began to tug gently.
Frank played with Gerard's hair, running the silky locks through his fingers and wrapping them about his palm. Gerard sighed and held Frank even closer, moving his own hands down to clamp onto Frank's ass and squeeze gently.
Frank groaned huskily and touched his tongue to Gerard’s, totally forgetting that he was working for Gerard, and this was illegal, in any case.
Frank tightened his grip on the older man’s hair and rubbed their crotches together as his hands gently kneaded and massaged his ass through his jeans, making his cock stir with interest.
Gerard sighed and mewled softly as their tongues danced back and forth between their mouths before slowly drawing back and they simply worked their lips together. Frank sucked Gerard’s lower lip into his mouth and nibbled playfully, gasping as he bucked his hips a little and caused more friction between the bulges in their pants.
"Bedroom?" Gerard smirked. Frank nodded and eagerly stumbled up the stairs with Gerard to the older man's large bedroom.
He barely had any time to glance around, before he pushed Frank down against the many pillows and began kissing him hungrily again.
Gerard instantly began rolling about with Frank, the two men kissing hungrily and grinding heavily against one another as their lust took over their minds and a certain part of their bodies.
Frank panted softly as he broke from the kiss. The whole business of rolling about the soft bedsheets had placed him under Gerard. His lust-darkened eyes met Gerard’s and his stomach felt kind of, fuzzy, almost, and it tingled.
“If you don’t wanna go that far then we don’t have to.” Gerard almost groaned, half-hoping Frank wouldn't decline.
“No no, I... I want to.” Frank quickly assured him, trying to think straight enough to make a sensible decision.
Gerard grinned and nodded, kissing Frank hungrily again and Frank flung his arms around his neck. He bucked his hips up to continue rubbing their throbbing erections roughly together, and Frank sucked hungrily against Gerard’s lips the older man got busy relieving both lust-ridden men of their clothes. He lifted Frank’s tattered top up, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head before he yanked off his own white shirt and charcoal waistcoat, throwing them away, and then he was kissing him again like the madman he was.
Frank became preoccupied with pulling off his cheap, ripped and torn jeans as Gerard removed his own black dress pants. The older man quickly flashed him a cheeky grin before grabbing a firm hold of Frank’s hips and dragging him down to grind their now-hard lengths together.
Sheer contact made Frank almost cum right there.
"G – Gee....” He groaned, pressing his lips onto Gerard’s neck and sucking hungrily, and Gerard moaned at the feeling.
“I wanna fuck you.” He groaned. "Senseless." His dick pulsing as it rubbed against Frank’s and he squeezed his eyes shut tight in delight.
“Fuck... Fuck... I’m-please, fuck.” Frank groaned, flinging his head back and the muscles in his neck strained so far they felt white-hot, and he almost couldn't feel them. Gerard sighed heavily, and leant down to softly nip and bite Frank’s neck which was shining dimly with a thin sheen of sweat.
“Please...” Frank almost couldn't form the word.
“Fuckin' beg for me,.” Gerard groaned, with an almost growled tone to his husky voice.
“Huh... Nya... I can't- Fuck... Please, just-fuuck...” Frank groaned louder and louder, spreading his legs as wide as he possibly could, and arching his strained back a little more as he glanced at Gerard through his half-open eyelids.
“Please...” He whined, and Gerard couldn’t hold in all his infinite lust for the small man below him, especially when he was absolutely begging for to be fucked senseless. Any anyway, who was Gerard to deny this man something they both wanted?
“You’re so goddamn fuckable...” Gerard groaned, as he felt Frank’s lips encase his in a heated kiss. Gerard smirked, Frank clearly wasn't letting go anytime soon.
Frank moaned loudly into the kiss, and tangled his rough hands into Gerard’s smooth ebony hair before kissing -more like attacking- him with even more passion than previous, sucking at his tongue and nipping at his lips as he whined for more.
“I mean it-fuck me, ugh.” Frank panted softly, lying on his back almost immediately, and spreading his legs in an open invitation. To Gerard, Frank's whole body was pulsing with emotion and lust, so beautifully, and his chest was visibly wracking as he breathed quite heavily, only making the sweat shine and glisten in the dim bedroom light. To Gerard, it was an offer he couldn't refuse.
Frank breathed in and out heavily, holding his arms out and wrapping Gerard's willing body in them when the older man moved to lie above him.
Gerard met Frank in a hungry and passionate kiss as they wriggled until their bodies fit together rightly and Gerard sucked against Frank’s lip softly, as he shifted his his hips to press his erection against Frank's anus, then hesitating, just letting Frank know that he was ready and to brace himself.
It wasn't like Gerard was going to wait anyway, he felt Frank was in too deep to possibly reel back in; Gerard had him now, and that's how it was going to stay, for a while, at least. It wasn't like Frank cared, he was too lost in the moment to care whose he was now.
Gerard started to gently push himself inside him.
Gerard slid into him quite easily, and he was deliciously fucking tight and Gerard moaned again as his dick was encased in a hot, pulsating tunnel.
It felt like Frank’s body was trying to swallow around him, to drag him in deeper and he kissed Frank desperately as his body shuddered with delight.
"Fuck...” He gasped into the shorter mans mouth, Frank moaning huskily himself and arching his back as his legs splayed wide.
“Oh God... Oh fuck... Fuck Gerard...” He moaned, smiling as Gerard ducked his head down into the crook of Frank's neck and started kissing and biting at the skin. Hands slid down Frank’s sides and took hold of his hips as he began to gently thrust back and forth, keeping it slow to make sure that he didn’t hurt Frank before he picked up speed when it became clear he was only making Frank impatient.
Gerard picked up speed and started thrusting faster and faster inside him. He flung his arms around Gerard’s neck and moaned loudly as the older man pushed into him, his thrusts long and smooth and deep, sending his body into a wave of pleasure and heart wrenching emotions as his nails dug into the Gerard’s back.
He whined for more and wrapped his legs tight around Gerard’s waist, flinging his head back and just slumping as he submitted to the older man and let him take him.
Gerard moaned loudly in response to Frank’s gorgeous moaning, his own body vibrating with pleasure and pulsating energy as he fucked him gently but quickly. His hands clung tight to his hips as he kissed up his neck. The feeling of his muscles spasming rhythmically around him, his ass soft and tight, and pre-cum making their movements slick and easy. It was all too much and yet Gerard wanted more.
Needed more.
He could sense completion looming and yet he wanted to last longer even as he desperately thrust towards his climax.
“Oh fuck... God, you’re so tight...” He groaned, his voice husky and deep as lust consumed him. His hands slid Frank’s hips to grasp his thighs and change his angle of penetration, seeking out Frank’s prostate and crying out with him when he found it, causing Frank to clench so tight around him he had to pause for a moment.
“O – Oooh... Unnn...” Frank groaned and arched his back as he clutched Gerard’s shoulders tight, his nails digging into his skin and his body shuddering as a wave of pleasure exploded over him. His mind was starting to spin and his breathing was coming in short, sharp pants,
“Frankie... Y – You’re so beautiful...” He whispered, his voice cracking slightly, stroking his thumbs back and forth over Frank’s hips and starting to buck his own hips in time, driving his erection deeper into Frank and finding his prostate again, tipping his head back and sighing in pleasure as Frank cried out in delight.
“Oh God! Gee.... S – So...” Frank mewled back, arching upwards to capture Gerard’s mouth in a needy kiss as both men grew erratic in their movements. Gerard thrust his hips rapidly, Frank's hand around his own cock pumping faster as he gave into his body’s wishes and started working frantically towards his orgasm. He could feel Gerard’s erection twitching and pulsing inside him and he knew the older man was just as close as he was.
“Fuck...” Frank chanted over and over into Gerard’s mouth, moving his free hand to tangle into his hair and grip tight as he pushed his hips back and forth over Gerard’s cock, his ass clenching as he felt his orgasm start to hit the point of no return. “A – Ah, G – Gerard...” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Nnghh..." Gerard moaned back, bucking his hips erratically and tapping against Frank’s prostate again and again until the younger man couldn’t hold back any longer and he exploded hard over his and Gerard’s stomachs with a scream of pleasure.
“Shit – Frank!” Gerard’s hand gripped tighter in Frank’s hair. Gerard's back arched as his nails dug into Frank’s hips and surrendered to his climax, exploding deep inside the younger man as his eyes squeezed shut. He shuddered through his orgasm and rolled his hips back and forth to milk his release as his muscles clenched tight over and over, sending Frank over the edge.
“Mmpph... Unn... AGH!” Frank felt like a cartoon character seeing stars he came so hard, and by the time he finally slumped back against the sheets.
For a long moment, both men were silent, just slumped together, so content and left energy-less.
He smiled lazily down at Frank as he grabbed his charcoal waistcoat from where it was dangling off the edge of the bed and used it to clean them both up.
"That was..." Frank started, his words failing him, as he was still overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his own orgasm.
"I've wanted that for while," Gerard slumped back down beside Frank, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close, so that they were chest to chest.
"You have?" Frank looked up into Gerard's soft, lazy hazel eyes, half-lidded in the aftermath of sexual gratification.
"Why wouldn't I have?" Gerard questioned him, looking down at Frank, his eyes still soft.
"No reason." Frank smiled to himself, and buried his head in the crook of Gerard's neck, snuggling in to make himself comfortable.
Gerard smiled to himself, and rested his chin on Frank's unkempt and sweaty mop of thick dark, brown-black hair.
FIN
Frank wasn't really sure what to think of this place. Walking up the grey graveled driveway, he felt cold, and shivered. There wasn't any wind, though, not that he could feel anyway. He'd already walked for three miles, adding to the two-hour long public bus journey to get to the other side of Jersey. He shivered at the cold, though he was pretty sure it was the house's vibes, giving off terror of an almost- almost, erotic kind. It was bad enough that it was on the posh, snobby side of town, but it was kind of worse that the house was at the end of town. Where the woods were. Stories of horror had flowed back to the poorer parts of town, bits and pieces of stories circulating around every house, and even as a horror-movie loving child, he'd always vowed never to come here.
Yet here he was. It was slightly creepy, but it had some distinct sense of hidden beauty within it. It was a charred-looking, dark mansion, with charcoal pillars and tiles, with a string of ivy plants everywhere. The gate he'd come through had ivy on its black iron-cast poles, and he could see the familiar dark wires of the plant crawling and inching its way around the house's walls.
Frank was breathing heavily as he got closer and yet closer to the front porch. He couldn't help but notice it was nearly as big as his whole apartment back over in the other side of town.
He breathed in, and opted for pressing the golden door bell button.
The thick, black-painted wooden door was swiftly opened, revealing a man in a stunningly immaculate suit.
"Yes, sir?" Frank couldn't place the accent, it wasn't from somewhere he'd ever heard of, and thought it was too movie-like to be natural. Though, he was flattered to have someone call him a 'sir'.
"I'm here for the job thingy." Frank said, almost immediately slapping himself. He might as well just run away now, for God's sake. Heaven forbid he should embarrass himself further.
'Job thingy'. Really, Frank? Honestly, this is why you're still looking for jobs, you moron.
The man nodded, a disdainful look on his face. Frank cringed on the inside; the man probably thought he was an utter idiot.
"Your application, sir." The man asked, holding an immaculately white-gloved hand out to him.
Frank looked blankly at the nonchalant man, taking in his fancy, posh, probably-put-on accent, and black Italian suit to match. He could clearly see the man's suit was especially made, and Frank was pretty sure he could see his small self in the man's black polished shoes.
His hand dove in and scrambled around his plain brown tattered messenger bag, and brought out a crumpled pile of papers.
The man looked visibly horrified at the crumpled mess of papers, and hesitated for a good minute before taking them from Frank's rough hands.
"Would you like to come inside?"
Frank couldn't help but smile; he noticed the man wasn't calling him 'sir' anymore.
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"Would you like some tea?" the man asked him, closing the door.
Frank was too busy staring around the massive house to even notice the man anymore.
The high ceilings seem to reach up to the heavens to Frank, and it seemed eerie, almost.
He noticed there was quite an amount of black, and the while house seemed to be drenched in grey scale. Everything was either black, grey, or in rarer occasions, white.
It was cold too. Though the house was lavished with expensive ornaments and furniture, it was felt to be empty to Frank. Like nothing felt exactly right.
Almost immediately, Frank had practically thrown himself onto the leather couch in the hallway, marveling at the fact that there was an actual couch. In the hallway.
The man coughed loudly in a dignified manner, catching Frank's attention. "Would you like some tea?"
Frank looked blankly at him. "You have tea?" he asked, as if tea was some sort of foreign object to himself.
"Earl Grey," the man asked, slightly bewildered at Frank's complete lack of knowledge of tea.
"Uh," was Frank's all-too-intelligent response. "Do you have any coffee, maybe?"
"What kind?" the man smiled. Frank made a mental note that coffee was a good response.
"I'll take whatever." Frank smiled.
The man nodded. "I'll take these papers away to the master's study, and your coffee shall be with you shortly."
After the man had walked away, Frank had an urge to do something really wild, like swing from the chandelier, or slide down the marble banister.
But he couldn't. He had to get this job, he had to support his mom, as well as himself. It was this or nothing, so no antics today.
Suddenly, he became lost in the paintings above him, whispers of a Gothic castle covered the ceiling high above him.
Then he heard some footsteps from the marble-floored corridor behind him, and turned to face the perpetrator, thinking it was the man who greeted him at the door.
It wasn't.
Frank found himself staring at a very vampirically-pale man, with what he thought, the most eerie, yet captivating eyes. His thick black hair was side-swept over to one side of his head, and Frank thought that just that, was just a little bit, hot. Frank suddenly got a bit aroused, feeling like he could jump this man's bones right now, screw that fact he hadn't even spoken to him yet. He was considerably a bit taller than Frank himself, though that wasn't hard. Frank couldn't help but think the man was undeniably beautiful, though he looked slightly female for a man. The man was dressed all in an expensive-looking, tailored black suit, with a long black trench coat over the suit, contrasting with a brilliant white shirt underneath the charcoal waistcoat, that accentuated the man's flat chest.
Frank suddenly got the feeling his heart was pumping way too fast, his brain was working at a startlingly increased rate, and the world seemed to just stop, right there, then, the man spoke.
"Hello." He said, smiling a little. Not even bothered by the fact that Frank, a stranger, was sitting in a couch. In his house.
Frank thought he could die. Even though the man had only spoken one, single word to him, it felt like it was more than one, meagre word.
Then all of a sudden he wanted to slap himself. Really, this was going way too fast, honestly, he was just here for a job.
"Hey." Frank waved, his arm muscles slightly faltering when the man smiled again, before turning around and slowly began to take off his long black coat, folding it in his arms. "What brings you to my house?"
Frank raised an eyebrow. "You own this house?" he gaped, looking around again at the lavish decorations and expensive objects that furnished the marbled house.
The man looked suddenly embarrassed then; something flickered in his eyes, and looked away for a moment. "What brings you here?"
"I'm here for the job." Frank said, now kind of regretting asking about the house.
"Oh, you are?" The man looked more interested now, and Frank felt pressured, and on the spot to give a good answer. That was what confused Frank.
Sure, he was attracted to the undeniably beautiful (and fucking rich man, if the house and the suit were anything to go by) man, but he'd felt that before to other people, and he never felt a pressure to impress quite like this before.
"Um," Brilliant answer, Frank. "I'm here for the job, yeah."
"Okay then, I suppose I'll see you in the study in a bit, then." the man said, and turned to walk out of the room, when a thought occurred to Frank.
"Um, wait!" Frank said, waving erratically at the taller man.
The man turned to face him, stopping mid-walk, with his eyebrow arched; questioning Frank silently.
"What's your name?" Frank asked.
"Gerard," the man (that Frank now knew was called Gerard) said, and Frank could have sworn that the name rolled off his tongue, and almost internally died when Gerard smiled slightly at him.
"Cool." Was all Frank could say.
Gerard stalked off, and was quickly replaced by the old butler man whom Frank had seen earlier, with a steaming cup (not even a plain old mug, a proper china teacup with a saucer) of coffee, presumably.
"Here you go," the old man said to Frank, carefully handing him the cup. Be a classy motherfucker and old your pinkie finger up when you drink that fancy shit, Frank thought, examining the decorated china cup carefully.
"Thanks, dude." Frank said, and then realised- he just called the old guy a 'dude'.
The old man was visibly bewildered, a little shocked even, but he was still smiling at Frank, so he made a mental note that calling the old guy a 'dude' was okay.
"The master shall see you in fifteen minutes, for your interview." the old man seemed to take a liking to Frank, he noticed. He was smiling more at him than he did at first.
"There's an interview now?" Frank asked, shocked. He expected to hand in the application and leave. Well, he had planned to leave then, but then he was offered to come in and have coffee.
The old man looked a little offended, and Frank guessed it was because of his terribly blunt nature, and immediately kind of regretted it.
"Well, yes. Fifteen minutes, then you shall be interviewed." the old man, quickly left, and Frank assumed he had gone back to not smiling at Frank, and now he was a little disappointed.
Well, now, Frank had fifteen minutes to kill. And posh coffee to drink.
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"This way," the older butler man from earlier had returned to Frank, who happened to be dangling upside-down on the couch, looking across the marbled floor.
Frank was led up the impressive marble- what was it with this house and marble, he wondered- staircase, and across a carpeted hallway at the top of said stairs, and towards a heavy, dark wooden door, which the old butler man then knocked.
Both Frank and the old butler man heard a muffled voice, seemingly a signal for Frank to go in, and the old man smiled at Frank, opened the door and departed him.
Well shit. Frank was going to have to sit in an enclosed space with a deceivingly hot man of whom Frank quite simply wanted to fuck.
Bring on the mind games.
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"Hello, Frank is it?" Gerard stood up in one swift motion of pushing back his chair and standing up straight to his full height, and extending his arm to a dumbfounded Frank.
"Um, yeah." God, Frank what a brilliant fucking response, honestly, that was some literary genius.
Gerard smiled, and Frank instantly felt his stomach flit and slightly flip a little.
"So," Gerard said, sitting down again, in the most elegant way Frank had ever seen. It was just sitting down, surely there wasn't an art to it, but Gerard made it an art. Gerard pressed the tips of his long fingers together, while Frank sat in a small leather-padded chair, which he thought was slightly uncomfortable by any means. "Let's get started with this interview, then."
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Well if that wasn't the most awkward, dumb and sexual-tension-filled experience Frank had ever had, then sue him.
Honestly, he couldn't help but notice the slightly tight and strained suit trousers Gerard was wearing and notice exactly where they were tight and straining, it was only his homosexual nature. And the way Gerard talked, Frank could listen for hours. The amount of times Frank got lost in the swathes of Gerard's cool, Jersey accent and the way his voice wrapped around the words, and Gerard had to repeat the question, or sentence he was trying to say to Frank.
The old butler man met Frank outside the heavy wooden doors that his the most embarrassing interview experience - and smiled at Frank again.
"This way." He said, leading Frank down the stairs,and towards the the black door, and opened it in one pull. The old man walked quite quickly, quicker than before, and Frank stumbled a few times trying to catch up, tripping on practically nothing, and his messenger bag had a habit of slipping off his shoulder at the worst moments.
"Good day, now." The old man had a thing for smiling and talking like an educated English noble, Frank decided.
The air was cool, and the sky was dark- a deep shade of navy. Surely he hadn't been here that long, it had only felt like three hours at the absolute most, but then Frank realised, it was around five when he'd left, so it must be around, say, eight? The wind picked up, sharp, and jutting into Frank's face, and his teeth chattered. He'd have to walk home quick, he hadn't thought to bring a coat or even a small jacket.
Frank could feel the harsh, cold air in his lungs as he left the posh estates behind him, drifting in towards the poorer parts, nearer to his own home where his mother was waiting. The streetlights were flickering on and off, though Frank didn't notice from the deathly cold surrounding him. He waited at the deserted bus top for over an hour, regretting not knowing the bus times or schedule.
The bus eventually lumbered into sight, the dim headlights faltering with every lump and crack in the road. Frank boarded the bus, and chucked a dollar in the sleazy-looking driver's direction, before taking his sear near the front, away from all the drunken louts lingering near the back.
Frank practically leapt off the bus half an hour later when he was at his stop on the other side of Jersey, and began walking into the freezing air of the poorer estates. He could have fist pumped the air in happiness and relief when his house came into view.
He opened the door briskly, and slammed the door, quickly shutting out the cold, even though it wasn't much better in his own home. It was cold, though not as cold as outside, and dark; his mother must have gone to bed. The furnishings here were sparse, and when there were any, they were falling apart, or second-hand bought.
"Hey." Frank looked up to see his mother in a dressing gown at the top of the small wooden stairs, starting to walk down, whilst looking down smiling at him.
He smiled back. "Hey mom."
Suddenly she frowned. "Did you go out in that cold with no jacket?" Frank braced himself. "You know you get sick easily Frank!" He let his head drop to above his chest, not wanting to see the anger on his mother's face. "We can't afford medication if you get seriously sick, Frank." her voice was softer now, and Frank decided to change the subject of the conversation.
"I went for the interview thing today." He said, slipping off his messenger bag and pushing it towards the half-empty coat rack beside the brown, wooden front door.
His mother's eyes seemed to light up a little. If Frank got the job, they would be a little better off than they were currently, and any better off was a vast improvement at the minute. "Did it go well?" she asked.
That was the question, wasn't it? Frank didn't know, he personally thought it went horribly, awkwardly, and terribly bad, but his mother didn't have to know that.
What she doesn't know can't hurt her.
"Yeah, well it went good, I suppose." Frank managed to answer.
"Good, good." His mother nodded. "I think I'll go to bed now, see you in the morning, okay?"
"Okay, love you mom." Frank answered absentmindedly, walking into the kitchen, and taking a glance at the kettle. He could make coffee, but it wouldn't be nearly as good as what it was back in the big house earlier.
Frank sighed, if he got the job- as highly unlikely as it was- he could have better coffee, and a better life for himself and his mother.
Things would be better.
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Frank woke up in a sweat. It was strange to begin with, as the house was still fucking cold, and he usually never woke up in the middle of the night for no good reason-
That was until he saw the broken-beyond-repair-but-somehow-still-working alarm clock on his rickety nightstand clearly blaring out the numbers 6:30.AM in the dark morning air.
His mother would be up around the same time as himself, only, he had nothing to do during the day. An unemployed high-school graduate, with square-root-of-nothing friends or college classes to go to, due to the fact he couldn't afford to do so, with no actual purpose apart from to hang around the house and protect it from any burglars.
It could change, but was it really going to?
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Around midday, the old house phone rang, and at first, frank was surprised. No-one they knew rang anybody, it was just there.
Then he answered it, and almost died inside when he heard who was on the other line.
Gerard.
"Hello," His smooth Jersey tones almost made Frank sigh and swoon. "Is Frank there?"
"Um, this is Frank." He answered dumbly.
"Oh, hey Frank! I'm calling about the interview yesterday, about the job?" Gerard seemed so goddamn chipper today. It was a weird change from the elusive sexual mystique he freely showcased yesterday. Frank nodded, then realising Gerard couldn't see him, replied with a small 'yes'.
"Well, you got the job, when do you think you could start?" Frank almost dropped the fucking phone.
He had gotten the job.
After all the while Frank had been to pessimistic, he had actually gotten a job.
"Frank?" The sudden jolt back into reality made Frank actually drop the phone, and he hastily scrabbled to pick it up again.
"Um, I could start whenever." Frank had to bite his lip to keep himself from yelling and squealing in joy.
"Sure, okay. How about you drop by, tomorrow, midday, and we see what happens then?" Frank disappeared again into Gerard's soft, yet rough accent, forgetting his answer to the question.
He quickly snapped back into his normal form. "Um, sure." Christ, Frank learn to speak, for fuck's sake.
"Okay, see you tomorrow then!" Gerard's chirpy voice ended with a disconnected click, and for a few minutes after, Frank was still holding the phone in shock.
What the actual fuck had just happened?
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The next day at midday, Frank found himself at the same heavy, thick, black wooden door he entered only yesterday.
Only yesterday.
The same old butler man answered the door, and smiled -yet again- at Frank, who was standing out in the cold, smiling like a complete idiot.
The time Frank had at the house seemed to fly past him- in a blur of marble, Gerard, and old butler man.
He had grasped the fact that he was working here now, though, and he managed to listen to Gerard's terms and conditions of his home. He was to live here for the foreseeable future, but he was allowed to visit home whenever he had permission, he was allowed anywhere in the house, except for Gerard's study (unless he was told to) and the attic was out of bounds for everyone, everyone meaning Frank and old butler man.
Frank found out that old butler man's actual name was Colin, and he thought it kind of suited his diminutive, yet intimidating aura.
Frank had to leave the house for a while, first, to tell his mother, and second to pack his little belongings to move into the house.
Now he had the depressing task to say goodbye to his mother, his birthplace, and the very home he grew up in.
It felt relieving, and almost as if he was finally growing up and doing something, but he couldn't help but sigh as he hugged his crying mother goodbye, with his messenger bag dangling off his shoulder, and a heavy duffel bag in his free hand.
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It was only a few days after Frank had moved in, and he was exhausted. His back hurt like fuck, and he could feel every tiny muscle (some he wasn't even aware he had) with every minuscule movement he made. His fingers were becoming more calloused and rubbed raw than they already were, and his body felt irritated and tainted with all the cleaning-product chemicals he was faced with. Every day he woke up at five- fucking five in the goddamn morning- and he went straight to cleaning the already spotless marble entrance, polishing the staircase banisters until he could see the ceiling paintings above him in the reflection, wiping every single fucking surface in the premises clean- Frank could well go on about all the things he had to do for ever, but he didn't have the time or the patience to sit and think about everything he just did.
One of the surprisingly many positives to the job was the fact that Colin seemed to just disappear into the shadows; only reappearing when you needed him. Gerard was 'out on business,' a lot, as he himself and Colin said, so that pretty much left Frank by himself, and Gerard seemed to leave the record player going all day, leaving Frank with the relaxing tones of classical music all day.
The job paid a lot, and it was paid per day, which was a hell of a lot better than what Frank and his mother had beforehand. His mother had promised to send lengthy and descriptive letters frequently. She wasn't lying by any means, in the few days Frank had been here he'd already received two, telling Frank all about how his mother was planning to save a lot of Frank's wages to fix up the house, if that was okay with him.
Frank collapsed on the soft sheets of his own bed, in his own room. Despite the heavy work Frank had, Gerard was actually quite lenient, and nice- for lack of a better word- towards Frank than some other house owners could be.
He had given Frank free range of the house (except for two rooms; Gerard's study and the attic), his own room, pretty awesome food three times a day, posh-tasting coffee whenever he wanted and music to play when he was cleaning. Not to mention the wages he was earning.
Frank fell asleep almost instantly, smiling to himself, and thinking about how even though he was completely tired and sore, he felt fucking fantastic for being able to help himself and his mother move out of their poverty, even just a little.
He was doing something useful.
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It was around one thirty in the afternoon, and Frank was busy humming away to the orchestrated tunes of Beethoven's Fur Elise, whilst on his haunches, polishing the bottom of the stair banister at the top of the wide staircase.
Frank turned around, reaching for the cleaner, as he felt the cloth was running dry, and looked up to see Gerard peering down at him.
"Hi." Frank said dumbly, making Gerard smile slightly.
"Fur Elise, then?" Gerard's eyebrow raised, and he smirked, making Frank's stomach and insides flip spontaneously and die.
"Um, yeah." Honestly, Frank.
"I have to say." Gerard said, looking upwards, drawing his hands behind his back and gazing at the painted ceiling, whilst walking around Frank. "Symphony Number Nine is a personal favourite of mine. Have you heard it?"
"I think I heard something about it in school, is that the one in D minor?" Frank felt a stab of pride at knowing something Gerard was interested in.
"Yes, the one in D minor," Gerard chuckled, as if he was remembering some sort of old inside joke that Frank obviously wasn't involved in. "Its quite a piece, its one of, if not the, best known of his works."
Frank crouched, swimming in Gerard's words as they filtered from his mouth. Frank felt Gerard had so much to say, and Frank wanted to see and feel every word he could be around to hear.
Frank found himself standing, and gazing into Gerard's beautifully brown and green eyes, seeing the masses of information hidden behind the clear, glassy retinas. Gerard kept on talking, and Frank heard snippets of the one-sided conversation here and there, not really listening but watching as Gerard spoke freely about classical music; something Frank knew hardly anything about.
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Frank definitely had some sort of an attraction towards Gerard.
He figured that out about a week after the classical music conversation (that was basically just Gerard talking anyway), when he spontaneously woke up, sweating and panting, from some sort of random sexual dream involving Gerard.
Strong, slender fingers gripped Frank's tattered t-shirt, as both men gazed into each other's eyes.
"Frank," Gerard practically moaned, bringing an almost trembling Frank closer to Gerard's face. "C'mere." Gerard pressed his lips to Frank's, and their lips furiously worked together, slipping in and out of sync, hot, wet and gripped with lust and pure passion.
Frank flung his arms around Gerard's neck, and Gerard held Frank's head with one hand, while the other hand rested on the small of his back, playing with the ripping waistband of Frank's tight jeans.
Frank pushed his hands under Gerard's crisp white shirt, making him moan in surprise, shifted his feet slightly so that their now-hard crotches rubbed together, and dipped his hands below the waistband of Frank's jeans, pushing away the boxer material, and softly gripping Frank's ass.
Frank gasped and pulled away pushing himself off Gerard's chest, panting and gasping for air.
"Why'd you stop?" Gerard muttered huskily, breathing hard into Frank's thick black hair.
"Why me?" Frank pressed himself to Gerard's chest, which was expanding and falling rapidly, his whole body whirring and vibrating with radiated lust.
"Why not you?" Gerard smirked, pressing his lips to Frank's once again, and holding Frank's ass again, rougher than before.
"Fuck, " Frank cursed, mumbling against Gerard's lips, and entangling his hands in Gerard's hair, threading the black strands through his fingers.
Gerard began to slowly rock his crotch against Frank's, making Frank moan, and grind harder against him, feeling their erections grind together in ecstasy-
It wasn't even mildly funny how hot and bothered Frank had gotten over that one dream. That is, that one sexual, possibly illegal idea that would probably never happen. Ever.
Just try and convice yourself you won't have these fantasties again, Frank. Just try.
Frank drew a red and raw hand through his thick black-brown hair, his hand shaking with arousal and nervousness. What is the next step when you have a sexual dream about someone? What do you do when that someone is your boss?
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No advances were made to, or from Frank about Gerard in the five weeks he had now been here, in this house. It was probably just as well, because Frank was becoming so fucking sexually frustrated, if he had any sort of encounter with Gerard, it took nearly all of his strength not to jump him and fuck him right there. Even with Colin watching them.
Or maybe he wouldn't; Colin would just disappear, like the respectable posh gentleman he was. But then again, Colin did seem kind of creepily aware of practically everything at times-
Aside from Colin possibly being a voyeur, Frank though he was a rad old dude. He wouldn't say so to Colin himself, one reason being that Colin wouldn't understand hip, new-fangled words.
Frank had made his way downstairs, skipping breakfast as he'd always done, and heading towards the spacious cupboard full of cleaning supplies.
Flash, or Cillit? He was pondering, eyes flicking between the two products and deciding their pros and cons carefully.
He gave up and grabbed the Flash, snagging a cloth off the hook and walking over towards the hallway leading to the kitchen.
Frank was surprised to see Gerard there, warily gazing at him. Frank suddenly felt highly self-conscious, aware of every body movement he made and how awkward he must look to Gerard.
Silently, Frank got on with the cleaning, shaking and nervous.
Why was Gerard watching him? Did he know what it did to Frank? It made him nervous, aroused, excited, and terrified at the same time
Gerard suddenly appeared right next to Frank, making him drop his cleaning supplies, and he was now suddenly aware this beautiful man, was breathing on him. Frank now definitely felt his tattered jeans become much tighter, and Gerard felt it too, and smirked.
Then it happened.
For a second, Frank couldn’t believe what they were doing, their lips had been barely touching, now they were one; indistingushable fom the speed and passion of which they were working in sync.
Gerard groaned softly in delight and wrapped his arms around Frank’s waist, smiling against his soft lips as Frank pressed tighter to him and worked his fingers into the older man’s hair. He shuffled forward a little until his crotch pressed tighter to Gerard’s and he mewled as he kissed him with more passion, growing more dominant as he got his teeth around Frank's lip and began to tug gently.
Frank played with Gerard's hair, running the silky locks through his fingers and wrapping them about his palm. Gerard sighed and held Frank even closer, moving his own hands down to clamp onto Frank's ass and squeeze gently.
Frank groaned huskily and touched his tongue to Gerard’s, totally forgetting that he was working for Gerard, and this was illegal, in any case.
Frank tightened his grip on the older man’s hair and rubbed their crotches together as his hands gently kneaded and massaged his ass through his jeans, making his cock stir with interest.
Gerard sighed and mewled softly as their tongues danced back and forth between their mouths before slowly drawing back and they simply worked their lips together. Frank sucked Gerard’s lower lip into his mouth and nibbled playfully, gasping as he bucked his hips a little and caused more friction between the bulges in their pants.
"Bedroom?" Gerard smirked. Frank nodded and eagerly stumbled up the stairs with Gerard to the older man's large bedroom.
He barely had any time to glance around, before he pushed Frank down against the many pillows and began kissing him hungrily again.
Gerard instantly began rolling about with Frank, the two men kissing hungrily and grinding heavily against one another as their lust took over their minds and a certain part of their bodies.
Frank panted softly as he broke from the kiss. The whole business of rolling about the soft bedsheets had placed him under Gerard. His lust-darkened eyes met Gerard’s and his stomach felt kind of, fuzzy, almost, and it tingled.
“If you don’t wanna go that far then we don’t have to.” Gerard almost groaned, half-hoping Frank wouldn't decline.
“No no, I... I want to.” Frank quickly assured him, trying to think straight enough to make a sensible decision.
Gerard grinned and nodded, kissing Frank hungrily again and Frank flung his arms around his neck. He bucked his hips up to continue rubbing their throbbing erections roughly together, and Frank sucked hungrily against Gerard’s lips the older man got busy relieving both lust-ridden men of their clothes. He lifted Frank’s tattered top up, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head before he yanked off his own white shirt and charcoal waistcoat, throwing them away, and then he was kissing him again like the madman he was.
Frank became preoccupied with pulling off his cheap, ripped and torn jeans as Gerard removed his own black dress pants. The older man quickly flashed him a cheeky grin before grabbing a firm hold of Frank’s hips and dragging him down to grind their now-hard lengths together.
Sheer contact made Frank almost cum right there.
"G – Gee....” He groaned, pressing his lips onto Gerard’s neck and sucking hungrily, and Gerard moaned at the feeling.
“I wanna fuck you.” He groaned. "Senseless." His dick pulsing as it rubbed against Frank’s and he squeezed his eyes shut tight in delight.
“Fuck... Fuck... I’m-please, fuck.” Frank groaned, flinging his head back and the muscles in his neck strained so far they felt white-hot, and he almost couldn't feel them. Gerard sighed heavily, and leant down to softly nip and bite Frank’s neck which was shining dimly with a thin sheen of sweat.
“Please...” Frank almost couldn't form the word.
“Fuckin' beg for me,.” Gerard groaned, with an almost growled tone to his husky voice.
“Huh... Nya... I can't- Fuck... Please, just-fuuck...” Frank groaned louder and louder, spreading his legs as wide as he possibly could, and arching his strained back a little more as he glanced at Gerard through his half-open eyelids.
“Please...” He whined, and Gerard couldn’t hold in all his infinite lust for the small man below him, especially when he was absolutely begging for to be fucked senseless. Any anyway, who was Gerard to deny this man something they both wanted?
“You’re so goddamn fuckable...” Gerard groaned, as he felt Frank’s lips encase his in a heated kiss. Gerard smirked, Frank clearly wasn't letting go anytime soon.
Frank moaned loudly into the kiss, and tangled his rough hands into Gerard’s smooth ebony hair before kissing -more like attacking- him with even more passion than previous, sucking at his tongue and nipping at his lips as he whined for more.
“I mean it-fuck me, ugh.” Frank panted softly, lying on his back almost immediately, and spreading his legs in an open invitation. To Gerard, Frank's whole body was pulsing with emotion and lust, so beautifully, and his chest was visibly wracking as he breathed quite heavily, only making the sweat shine and glisten in the dim bedroom light. To Gerard, it was an offer he couldn't refuse.
Frank breathed in and out heavily, holding his arms out and wrapping Gerard's willing body in them when the older man moved to lie above him.
Gerard met Frank in a hungry and passionate kiss as they wriggled until their bodies fit together rightly and Gerard sucked against Frank’s lip softly, as he shifted his his hips to press his erection against Frank's anus, then hesitating, just letting Frank know that he was ready and to brace himself.
It wasn't like Gerard was going to wait anyway, he felt Frank was in too deep to possibly reel back in; Gerard had him now, and that's how it was going to stay, for a while, at least. It wasn't like Frank cared, he was too lost in the moment to care whose he was now.
Gerard started to gently push himself inside him.
Gerard slid into him quite easily, and he was deliciously fucking tight and Gerard moaned again as his dick was encased in a hot, pulsating tunnel.
It felt like Frank’s body was trying to swallow around him, to drag him in deeper and he kissed Frank desperately as his body shuddered with delight.
"Fuck...” He gasped into the shorter mans mouth, Frank moaning huskily himself and arching his back as his legs splayed wide.
“Oh God... Oh fuck... Fuck Gerard...” He moaned, smiling as Gerard ducked his head down into the crook of Frank's neck and started kissing and biting at the skin. Hands slid down Frank’s sides and took hold of his hips as he began to gently thrust back and forth, keeping it slow to make sure that he didn’t hurt Frank before he picked up speed when it became clear he was only making Frank impatient.
Gerard picked up speed and started thrusting faster and faster inside him. He flung his arms around Gerard’s neck and moaned loudly as the older man pushed into him, his thrusts long and smooth and deep, sending his body into a wave of pleasure and heart wrenching emotions as his nails dug into the Gerard’s back.
He whined for more and wrapped his legs tight around Gerard’s waist, flinging his head back and just slumping as he submitted to the older man and let him take him.
Gerard moaned loudly in response to Frank’s gorgeous moaning, his own body vibrating with pleasure and pulsating energy as he fucked him gently but quickly. His hands clung tight to his hips as he kissed up his neck. The feeling of his muscles spasming rhythmically around him, his ass soft and tight, and pre-cum making their movements slick and easy. It was all too much and yet Gerard wanted more.
Needed more.
He could sense completion looming and yet he wanted to last longer even as he desperately thrust towards his climax.
“Oh fuck... God, you’re so tight...” He groaned, his voice husky and deep as lust consumed him. His hands slid Frank’s hips to grasp his thighs and change his angle of penetration, seeking out Frank’s prostate and crying out with him when he found it, causing Frank to clench so tight around him he had to pause for a moment.
“O – Oooh... Unnn...” Frank groaned and arched his back as he clutched Gerard’s shoulders tight, his nails digging into his skin and his body shuddering as a wave of pleasure exploded over him. His mind was starting to spin and his breathing was coming in short, sharp pants,
“Frankie... Y – You’re so beautiful...” He whispered, his voice cracking slightly, stroking his thumbs back and forth over Frank’s hips and starting to buck his own hips in time, driving his erection deeper into Frank and finding his prostate again, tipping his head back and sighing in pleasure as Frank cried out in delight.
“Oh God! Gee.... S – So...” Frank mewled back, arching upwards to capture Gerard’s mouth in a needy kiss as both men grew erratic in their movements. Gerard thrust his hips rapidly, Frank's hand around his own cock pumping faster as he gave into his body’s wishes and started working frantically towards his orgasm. He could feel Gerard’s erection twitching and pulsing inside him and he knew the older man was just as close as he was.
“Fuck...” Frank chanted over and over into Gerard’s mouth, moving his free hand to tangle into his hair and grip tight as he pushed his hips back and forth over Gerard’s cock, his ass clenching as he felt his orgasm start to hit the point of no return. “A – Ah, G – Gerard...” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Nnghh..." Gerard moaned back, bucking his hips erratically and tapping against Frank’s prostate again and again until the younger man couldn’t hold back any longer and he exploded hard over his and Gerard’s stomachs with a scream of pleasure.
“Shit – Frank!” Gerard’s hand gripped tighter in Frank’s hair. Gerard's back arched as his nails dug into Frank’s hips and surrendered to his climax, exploding deep inside the younger man as his eyes squeezed shut. He shuddered through his orgasm and rolled his hips back and forth to milk his release as his muscles clenched tight over and over, sending Frank over the edge.
“Mmpph... Unn... AGH!” Frank felt like a cartoon character seeing stars he came so hard, and by the time he finally slumped back against the sheets.
For a long moment, both men were silent, just slumped together, so content and left energy-less.
He smiled lazily down at Frank as he grabbed his charcoal waistcoat from where it was dangling off the edge of the bed and used it to clean them both up.
"That was..." Frank started, his words failing him, as he was still overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his own orgasm.
"I've wanted that for while," Gerard slumped back down beside Frank, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close, so that they were chest to chest.
"You have?" Frank looked up into Gerard's soft, lazy hazel eyes, half-lidded in the aftermath of sexual gratification.
"Why wouldn't I have?" Gerard questioned him, looking down at Frank, his eyes still soft.
"No reason." Frank smiled to himself, and buried his head in the crook of Gerard's neck, snuggling in to make himself comfortable.
Gerard smiled to himself, and rested his chin on Frank's unkempt and sweaty mop of thick dark, brown-black hair.
FIN
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