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When Gerard woke up that morning he knew instantly that something was wrong with Frank.

The younger man was still sleeping, though he seemed to be restless. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, frowning just a little and his lips were pouted softly against the pillow he was gripping tightly. His hair was tasselled and the blankets had got bunched about his waist, but although the room was freezing and Gerard was shivering Frank’s body was swelteringly hot.

Gerard frowned slightly as he gently laid a hand over Frank’s forehead, brushing his hair back and laying his hand on his warm skin to try and judge his temperature. It was instantly obvious that Frank was sick, his flesh so hot Gerard had to tug his hand away quickly as it burned his palm.

“Mm...” Frank’s frown deepened and he mewled softly as he turned over onto his other side, curling his knees up until his body made a little ball and he growled softly into the pillow.

Gerard quickly knelt up and pulled the curtains shut on the window, getting the room as dark as he could so that the sun wouldn’t wake the sleeping man before he slid out of bed. He padded over to the fireplace and made up just a little fire, not wanting to make Frank any hotter but needing to boil water for his usual morning coffee. It was still raining lightly outside but it was sunny from what Gerard could tell and so he guessed the rain would stop soon, he had no excuse not to go out panning like usual.

Gerard sighed and glanced back over at Frank, wanting to stay and take care of him but what could he do? It wouldn’t worth missing a day’s work just to sit around watching Frank sleep, and he was sure the shorter man wouldn’t want that either.

It didn’t stop him from seriously considering it though.

Frank slept right through Gerard eating his breakfast and drinking his coffee, and he didn’t even stir when Gerard gathered up his pan and trowel and knocked over all the equipment in the corner creating a series of violent crashes and clatters. He clenched his teeth and tensed up, slowly glancing at Frank and sighing in relief when he saw he was still asleep, though a part of him just felt even more worried. It wasn’t like Frank to sleep so heavily as far as he knew, but then his mother had always told him rest was the best cure for most sicknesses, and he had no doubt Frank probably just had a fever from dancing in the rain the previous night.

He had known it had been a bad idea. He just hoped it was a common cold or something and nothing serious like pneumonia.

Gerard got dressed slowly, dragging the time out so that he was later at leaving than usual, but he kept hoping Frank would wake up so he could ask him if he was okay. When the younger man only turned over once more and then continued sleeping Gerard gave up and instead settled on leaving out some bread and cheese for him for breakfast, keeping the hot water over the warmed coals in the fire with a mug all set up with the coffee ready for when Frank awoke before simply kissing his hot forehead and then leaving the cabin with a saddened look.
Gerard sighed and glanced up at the last of the grey clouds that were starting to disappear from the blue sky. The drizzling rain had stopped in the time it had taken him to eat his breakfast but the ground was muddy and wet from the nights storm.

Gerard felt miserable as he made his way to his usual spot of the river, hoping the storm hadn’t affected the positioning of the gold too much. It had taken him a while to find such a good spot and it would be a real pain if he had to hunt for another one. But as he reached the bubbling stream of water it looked like everyone were in their usual places so he guessed they were all okay.

Gerard saw Sam glancing at him from the corner of his eye as he sat down on the little wooden crate he always brought with him, his boots squishing into the muddy riverbank as he planted his feet and began shovelling the muck into his pan. He hadn’t panned it when it was wet before, this place was usually suffering from droughts so he wasn’t sure how it was going to affect his panning, the uncertainty only making him more miserable as he worried over Frank. Plus, Sam’s staring was annoying him already and he hadn’t even been there thirty seconds.

Gerard did his best to focus on his panning as he held his pan under a few inches of water and began shaking slowly. The current in the stream was much stronger he could tell, gushing around his hands faster than usual thanks to the extra water now bloating it. It was something they had all worried about but they would have to make do. Gerard couldn’t bring himself to feel resentful towards the storm since he and Frank had had such a good night because of it... but then he remembered that Frank was sick and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to forget about it.

“No Frankie today?” Gerard didn’t open his eyes at the sound of the gruff, amused voice and he waited a moment, holding his breath and counting slowly to ten before he began shaking his pan again and allowed his eyelids to lift.

“No.” He said simply, not turning to look at Sam as he forced his eyes to remain focused on the dirt in his pan.

“And why might that be?”

“He’s sick.”

“You don’t say.”

Gerard could hear the amusement in Sam’s voice and he had to force himself not to spring to his feet and punch him square in the jaw. He knew Sam was implying brain sickness again but Gerard wouldn’t let himself rise to it, the other men were already looking over to see what trouble Sam was trying to cause now and Gerard didn’t want to draw any more attention to himself.

“What seems to be ailing him?” Sam asked casually when it became clear Gerard was not going to say anything more, the younger man scowling to himself as his hands gripped tight to the pan he was still shaking.

“A fever.” He said bluntly, hoping Sam would take the hint and just leave, but of course, the older man never did things like that. “He’s going to spend the day resting and hopefully he’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

“Hopefully.” Sam repeated, nodding his head solemnly and smirking at how Gerard refused to look at him. “I wonder what could have brought his sickness on...” He mused softly, Gerard slamming his pan down and turning to glare at Sam.

“It’s a fever Sam. What usually brings fevers on?” He snapped, Sam holding his hands up as if in a form of surrender and he grinned darkly at Gerard.

“I was only trying to make conversation.” He said in what Gerard guessed was supposed to be an innocent tone but just made the man sound sickeningly sweet.

“Well I don’t want a conversation with you. I’m trying to work, in case you haven’t noticed.” Gerard snarled, some of the other men sharing glances and whispering softly to each other. Gerard knew he was being impatient but his temper was short that day, he didn’t want to discuss how Frank was sick when he had no idea how sick he really was. He was trying to tell himself it was nothing but Sam’s questioning wasn’t helping him.

“Very defensive today, aren’t you Gerard?” Sam smirked and Gerard growled, picking his pan back up and turning back to the stream. “If you’re that worried about the boy why aren’t you taking care of him?”

“He’s a big boy now, he can take care of himself.” Gerard said coldly, hating the words even as he said them. Of course he wanted desperately to take care of Frank, but he needed all the gold he could get, and if he stayed at the cabin to look after the younger man then the other men would only start talking. People didn’t take care of others here, not over things as simple as fevers. “If you care so much maybe you should take care of him.”

“I just might do that.” Sam grinned and Gerard nearly dropped his pan in surprise. He turned to stare at Sam with wide eyes, horror written all over his face. He hadn’t expected the older man to reply like that and it made his blood run cold. He wouldn’t let Sam anywhere near Frank in his current condition, not if his life depended on it.

“You... What?”

“Unless you have a problem with it, of course.” Sam shrugged, grinning at Gerard as the other men watched on with curious eyes. Gerard felt his heart begin to race, not sure how to respond so that Sam didn’t go to Frank without raising any suspicion himself.

“I have no problem.” He shrugged as nonchalantly as he could. “I just think that would be very kind of you Sam, and you’re not usually generous with such kindness.” Gerard cocked his head to the side, raising his eyebrows as he gazed up at Sam, raising his voice a little so every man would hear him clearly. “You seem to like Frank a lot.” He mused, Sam scowling.

“He’s the youngest man here, I think he needs a guiding hand is all.” He was quick to retort, clenching his fists. How dare Gerard try to play him at his own game.

“A guiding hand in getting through a fever? He’s old enough to know how to lie in bed all day, surely.” Gerard purred, smirking a little when he saw he was winning and Sam snarled softly, turning to walk away and glaring at Gerard over his shoulder.

“We’re not through here Way.” He warned but Gerard only smirked calmly at him.

“Oh I think we are Sam.” He purred dangerously and the older man scoffed before storming back upstream to continue with his own work, kicking a man’s pan out of his hands when he stared at him for too long.

“What the hell do y’all think you’re lookin’ at!? Get back to work!” He roared, plonking his ass down on his crate and picking his own pan up angrily as Gerard chuckled to himself and turned back to his own panning.

It seemed he had won that battle, but the war was only just beginning.

>X<

When Frank awoke for a long moment he was disorientated and confused. The first thing he noticed was the ache in his head and his bones, his body shivering violently though he felt swelteringly hot. He knew instantly that he was sick, used to it from being a lot during his childhood... and his teenage years and well... all his life really.

Once he had established he was ill things began to make a little more sense. The curtains were all drawn so the room was dark, but sunlight was desperately trying to filter in through the thin fabric so he guessed it was much later in the day than he usually woke up, and Gerard’s absence worried him for just a few minutes before he saw his panning equipment was nowhere to be seen and he realised he must have left to work.

Frank felt a little guilty as he looked about, guessing Gerard must have not woken him so he could get some rest and Frank’s heart thudded heavily in his chest at how kind that was. He supposed it was probably his own fault since he had been out in the rain the night before but he didn’t care, it had been worth it.

“Mmph... God.” Frank groaned softly as he rolled onto his back and gently dug his palms into his eyes. His head was pounding and his throat was raw, but he had felt worse before and no doubt he would suffer worse than this in the future too.

He gave himself a moment to try and stop the spinning in his head before he slowly forced himself to sit up and look about the room some more. Half of him felt mortified that he was missing a day of panning and he considered getting dressed and going up to the river anyway. His mother and grandma needed him, needed the gold he was panning for, and he couldn’t afford to lose this day... But he knew if he didn’t rest he’d only get worse and it was better to lose one day than a whole week.

Reluctantly Frank tugged on his breeches and left it at that, padding weakly across the cabin to stoke the fire up. He didn’t want to sit in the dark but he didn’t really want to let the sunlight in either in case it made his head worse, so he simply got a small fire flickering for light and opened all the windows wide to try and reduce the heat. He hoped Gerard wouldn’t get mad and accuse him of wasting energy but for now he simply didn’t care. He saw the cup set up with coffee beans and sugar ready for him and the food left out and he melted all over again at how thoughtful his lover was.

With a happy sigh Frank sank down onto the rug and curled his legs up, shifting the kettle on its hook over the fire so that the water got boiling again before he picked up a hunk of bread and started to chew. He felt a little queasy but he was sure he would feel better once he’d eaten some food, he had gotten pretty good at reading his body over all the time of being sick and he knew he just needed to take it easy and keep his strength up.

The soft crackle of the fire was calming and Frank gazed into the flames with a faraway expression, picking up some of the cheese and nibbling as he waited for the water to boil. He felt a little better already now he was up and about, he had learnt that when he was sick waking up was always the hardest part. As long as he dragged himself out of bed he’d pick up eventually.

Once Frank had finished eating and had got his coffee he crawled back into bed and just lay down for a little while. He wasn’t really tired anymore so once he felt fairly okay he slid back out of the bed and got the broom from its dark corner where it was usually just left alone. He and Gerard weren’t very good at the cleaning thing, working such long days meant they never wanted to clean once they returned from panning but Frank decided since he wasn’t working he may as well make himself useful somehow.

He whistled softly to himself as he opened the door and began sweeping the floors, brushing all the dust and dirt out of the door and into the dirt outside. When he glanced out the door he found that everything was still soaking wet from the night’s storm and he hoped Gerard was finding the panning okay, he had mentioned that it might be difficult after such sudden and heavy rain, but he supposed if he was still out there it must be fine.

Frank grew dreamy as he thought of Gerard, imagining him panning all by himself, no doubt being stared at by Sam and Frank just wanted to rush to him and hug him tight. He hoped he wouldn’t be miserable when he got back, and as he considered this option he began to smirk to himself as he thought of how he could make Gerard’s homecoming extra special.

Frank began to feel excited as he swept the floors and grabbed a rag to dip in the washbowl and clean up the windows and furniture. He decided he was going to surprise Gerard when he returned and give him a night to remember, show him how grateful he was for everything the older man had done for him. But for now he was going to get the cabin spotless.

>X<

Gerard sighed as he washed his dirty hands in the river and gathered up his panning gear. It hadn’t been the best day of panning he’d ever had, but he had filled up a couple of bottles with gold and so he felt fairly positive as he left to go back to the cabin.

Sam and his friends had left earlier than everyone else, talking loudly about how much gold they had found and how they were going to spend their evenings with the whores. Gerard had felt sick listening to them but the disappointed look in Sam’s eyes and his reluctance to show all the gold he had supposedly found told Gerard he had had a very poor days pickings indeed.

Gerard felt a little brighter at the thought as he made his way down the dirt track to the cabin. He hoped Frank was feeling better and considered what he’d made them for dinner as he strolled; but when he reached the cabin it seemed the younger man had already beaten him to it.

As soon as Gerard opened the door of the cabin he was greeted with the delicious scent of something cooking... though he wasn’t entirely sure what it was. Due to him and Frank putting their money together to buy food it was making the options they had much better. Food in the store was ridiculously expensive since it was all imported, but he and Frank got by well, sometimes even getting some fresh fruit and vegetables into their diet. But whatever was cooking now, as delicious as it smelt, was a mystery.

“Frankie?” Gerard swung the door shut and kicked off his muddy boots, squeaking in surprise when Frank appeared from the darkness, scolding him and grabbing his boots to dump outside.

“Do you mind!? I’ve cleaned today.” He snapped, his playful grin showing he wasn’t really mad and Gerard stared at him with a bemused expression.

“You’ve... cleaned...” He repeated, watching in stunned silence as Frank opened all the curtains to let the setting sunlight in and then dashed back to the fire to stir something cooking in the pot. Gerard stared around at the spotless cabin, the beds made, the washbowl full of fresh water and the floor swept. Frank had no shirt on and he seemed fairly positive though his voice was gruff, his throat clearly aching.

Frank grinned as Gerard simply stood stupidly in the doorway, looking utterly confused. Frank couldn’t help but giggle a little, stirring his concoction as he waited for Gerard to get over his surprise. He had spent the whole day cleaning and then deciding what to make for their dinner, getting fresh water for them before sleeping a while when he had a sudden wave of sickness in the afternoon. He felt much better now though, his temperature almost back to normal.

Gerard slowly got over his surprise and slowly closed the door, wandering over to Frank with a stunned look.

“I... I thought you were sick...” He mumbled softly, thrilled that he wasn’t, though it didn’t make much sense. “What are you cooking?” He asked eagerly, the tantalising scent so mouth-wateringly good he couldn’t help but ask.

“I am sick.” Frank giggled, nudging at Gerard’s legs. “Get those dirty clothes off will ya?” He teased; smiling as Gerard obediently moved away to strip and Frank watched him with sparkling eyes.

“I get sick all the time; it’s always been that way, all my life.” He explained idly, stirring the food some more. “I’m pretty used to it by now, but I’ve only got a little fever. I slept a lot today too so I’m feeling better.” He smiled softly, Gerard grinning back.

“That’s great Frankie – I mean, that you’re feeling better. Not that you get sick all the time.” He chuckled, wriggling out of his clothes and grinning wider as Frank filled him in on what he was cooking.

“I figured I’d use up the rice since you never seem to know what to do with it.” He giggled softly, the rice in quite high supply since the Chinese brought it with them and always had lots imported. The other men tended to stick to meat, beans and sourdough bread but Frank preferred to explore all kinds of foods. “I’m cooking with some onions and vegetables and a bit of pepper.” He beamed, Gerard ‘mm’ing his appreciation.

The only seasonings available in Hangtown were the humble salt and pepper, but Frank had always been too poor to ever afford any other kinds of herbs or spices, except at Christmas when his mother would fork out for some thyme or rosemary to put on their Christmas roast. Frank was used to the simple life and he had got pretty good at cooking with whatever was available since it was something he had always enjoyed doing with his mum and grandma. He never saw it as a big deal but now he was here he suspected he was probably one of the only men who knew how to cook properly.

“Are you sure you feel okay Frankie?” Gerard asked softly as he sat down beside Frank once he had changed into some clean clothes and gently laid his hand over his forehead. “I was real worried about you all day.” He said softly, smiling when Frank turned and kissed his lips gently.

“I feel much better.” He assured him, taking Gerard’s hand and brushing his lips across his palm. “And I intend to prove it...” He purred, Gerard quirking his eyebrows questioningly and gasping when Frank suddenly knocked him onto his back and straddled his hips.

“Frankie?” Gerard squeaked, almost laughing as Frank slid his hands down his chest and grinned playfully down at him.

“Mm?”

“What about the food?”

“It’ll take a while to cook, don’t worry about it. I wanna make you feel like you made me feel last night.” He purred, bending down to attach his lips to Gerard, sighing in delight.

Gerard chuckled lightly but soon fell serious as he melted into Frank’s touch. He was still worried about him, wanting him to rest like he should be doing but he couldn’t deny him when he was being like this. Besides, although the hands worming their way beneath his shirt and up his stomach were still hot, it was clear Frank’s temperature had dropped significantly since the morning.

Frank sighed and smiled against Gerard’s lips when the older man submitted to him easily, letting his tongue dip into his mouth and explore his tongue and teeth as he scratched his nails gently down his chest. Frank purred and mewled softly, pressing closer to Gerard as he rubbed his fingertips round his nipples until they formed hard nubs he could pinch and roll gently.

Gerard sighed and hissed in soft pleasure, his arms wrapping around the smaller man to pull him tighter to his body. He spread his legs slightly and raised his knees so Frank dropped down onto his body, their hips starting to rub together instantly as their lips suckled and tongues clashed eagerly.

“Mm... mmm Frankie... Are you sure you... ah... feel okay?” Gerard groaned, not wanting Frank to expel too much of his energy and get sicker, he was more than happy to just sit and take care of him like he had been planning to do all day, but Frank only hushed him with a playful grin.

“Shh, stop worrying about me. Relax honey...” He purred, kissing Gerard passionately again as he tugged at his shirt, breaking the kiss to remove it before he was back on him, tonguing his mouth and rubbing his hips harder down on his until he felt a hardened bulge pressing against his own growing length.

Gerard gasped and turned his face away as a surge of pleasure tugged at his abdomen, his lips shining wetly from all Franks kissing and licking and he groaned quietly as the shorter man tugged at the ties on his breeches, yanking them down his legs impatiently until he kicked them aside.

Once Gerard was naked Frank was all over him once more, his hands working their way over his body, seeking out sensitive spots and trying a variety of things to make Gerard feel good. He loved discovering different things about Gerard’s body and he ‘ooh’ed softly as he stroked his fingertips up the crease between Gerard’s leg and pelvic bone. If he stroked with just the tiniest amount of pressure Gerard’s whole midriff quivered as if touched by electricity and he groaned as Frank tried it again and again, soon batting his hands away as he grew breathless.

“F – Frank, stop doing that.” He chuckled softly, Frank giggling as he leaned up to kiss him hotly on the mouth again, moving his hands lower to squeeze and massage his inner thighs.

By now Gerard’s erection was hard and pulsing, a tiny drop of pre cum shining in the tip and Frank groaned huskily, wanting so badly to taste it. He wriggled his way down Gerard’s body and kissed down his stomach, gazing up at him through lust hazed eyes as he thought of how good he was going to make him feel.

“Mm... Gee... M’gonna make you feel like you made me feel last night.” He purred, Gerard blushing slightly and biting his lip. He had never considered once in his life that he would let a man touch him there and he felt nervous by the thought. Frank noticed this and kissed all the more softer over his flesh, moving one of his hands to pump slowly up and down Gerard’s erection.

“Don’t be afraid... Please Gee... I’ll only use my fingers, I just want you to feel it. To feel what I did... it’s magical Gee, really it is.” He promised softly in between tiny kisses, Gerard sighing and biting his lip for a moment. He trusted Frank, and he did desperately want to know what it was that made the younger man react so deliciously the night before, he just... could he take it? What if he didn’t feel the same thing?

“Frankie I...” He paused, looking at Frank’s wide, hopeful eyes and he just couldn’t deny him. He was so beautiful... he’d give him anything he wanted. “Okay...” He whispered, nodding and smiling as Frank beamed at him. He relaxed when it became clear how pleased he had made the younger man and he forced himself to just relax and enjoy what he was promising.

Frank thanked Gerard softly and quickly scuttled back up his body to kiss him quick before he made his way back down, sucking two of his fingers into his mouth and leisurely pumping Gerard’s erection as he gazed up at him.

Gerard watched through half lidded eyes as Frank sucked at his own fingers, lathering them in his saliva and working his tongue around them in such an erotic way that Gerard’s penis twitched in response. He groaned huskily when Frank removed them slowly from his mouth, letting a string of saliva shine wetly for a moment before it snapped and he leant forward, pressing the flat of his tongue to the base of Gerard’s erection and sliding right up to the tip.

“O – Oh God!” Gerard gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back as Frank swirled his tongue around the crown, pouting his lips against the tip and giving tiny little sucks, barely taking any of the head into his mouth until he was practically sipping at the slit. Gerard watched him with hazy eyes, his breathing growing heavy from the mixture of sights and sensations his younger lover was giving him.

Frank took his time in smothering Gerard in attention, waiting until his erection was swollen and red, the head pulsing rhythmically from need as the veins strained. Once it was clear Gerard was too far gone in his pleasure to be worrying anymore Frank got to work taking him to the really good bit.

Gerard barely noticed when Frank started rubbing one slick finger slowly up and down the cleft of his ass, going over his anus again and again but making no move to breach it. Gerard woke up a little at the feeling and bit his lip, but before he could start getting nervous Frank took just the head of his cock into his mouth and once more all rational thoughts disappeared.

Gerard moaned softly and rolled his head from side to side, purring softly as Frank began to rub his fingertip in little circles around his anus. His stomach quivered nervously for a second but then he began to relax, reminding himself that Frank hadn’t seemed too uncomfortable when he had done this to him, and if he decided he couldn’t take it he need only say the word and he knew Frank would stop.

Frank looked up at Gerard carefully through his eyelashes, making sure he was relaxed before he began to slowly nudge his finger forward, still suckling gently around the head of his penis with soft, slurping noises.

Gerard sighed and tried to focus on the hot, wet mouth servicing his erection rather than the finger sinking into his ass, but he couldn’t ignore the strange sensation of something going where it quite frankly, didn’t belong. It wasn’t too painful really, just very odd, but by the time Frank had managed to get his whole finger inside Gerard couldn’t deny it was uncomfortable. He hadn’t realised fingers were so big.

“Oomph... Frankie...” He groaned, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut as Frank began to slowly thrust the digit.

“Shh...” Frank purred, pulling his mouth away from Gerard’s cock as he kept his moving finger slow and gentle. “It gets better Gee I just... just need to find it...” He mewled, wanting so badly to make Gerard feel good, and he knew it took some getting used to at first, but he was determined to find that special nub that made it all worth it.

Gerard nodded breathlessly and sighed in slight relief when Frank sucked him back into his mouth, taking him right down until only the base was left this time. If it wasn’t for his insistent sucking and licking then Gerard wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep it up as a second finger joined the first, Frank pushing the digits deeper and deeper inside the older man as he looked for that special spot.

“Mmm...” Frank hummed softly to send vibrations down Gerard’s length as he wriggled his fingers slightly. He wasn’t sure when he would know when he’d found that special place, all he knew was that it was a nub but Gerard hadn’t really gone into great detail of its whereabouts. But to Frank’s surprise it was actually easy to locate, though his fingers barely glanced over the nub deep inside the older man he knew he had found it when Gerard gasped sharply and bucked his hips.

Frank slowly raised his head, until Gerard’s cock slipped from between his slightly swollen lips and Frank used his free hand to raise it again, licking over the head as he began rubbing his fingertips over that sweet little button. He wished his fingers were longer, feeling like he could access more if they could only stretch a few more inches but Gerard didn’t seem to care, already writhing softly on the floor as he gasped and moaned huskily.

Gerard’s ass was clenching gently around Frank’s fingers as he panted on the floor, the sensation working its way up his body like nothing he had ever felt before. He had held onto the faith that the fingering would be worth it in the end but it was much better than he had ever let himself hope.

Frank sucked gently on the tip of Gerard’s erection, keeping his attention to the sensitive head and fraenulum as pre cum oozed from the tip in copious amounts. Frank loved the taste of Gerard’s cum and he didn’t care if that was wrong of him. He didn’t know how this special spot the two men had found made more cum but Frank decided he loved it as sucked eagerly for more, pouting gently to smear it over his lips before sucking again and letting it drip down the side of his chin.

Gerard watched Frank half lidded, slightly amazed eyes. He had never seen anything so filthy in his life and yet it was just turning him on even more. He whimpered softly as Frank gently rubbed his fingertips inside him, touching that spot that made his body feel like it was on fire with pleasure. He moaned softly but desperately, gyrating his hips as Franks sinful mouth just made him feel even closer and closer.

“O – Oh God Frankie... y – you’re gonna make me cum...” He mewled, unable to look at Frank anymore as his cum smeared lips spread cream all down his length as he began bobbing his head over him, sucking him all in and hollowing his cheek as his tongue did wicked things men with as little experience as he had shouldn’t be able to do.

Frank was enjoying himself immensely, not feeling sick at all anymore as he just indulged himself and threw his dignity out of the window, getting sticky and filthy as he rubbed eagerly over Gerard’s prostate with his fingertips. He couldn’t wait for him to cum, his teeth grazing over his length gently as he sucked hungrily at the slit leaking strings and strings of pre cum. Gerard felt like Frank was trying to suck his cum right out of him, like his dick was a straw and he groaned and growled as he felt his orgasm rising.

“Frank... F – Frank... Oh God... Frank I can’t... I can’t hold on anymore...” He choked, his hands moving to tangle into the younger mans hair and pull softly, the most delicious moan Frank had ever heard spilling from his lips as he exploded into his mouth.

Frank had just enough time to take the head back into his mouth before Gerard came, his eyes squeezing shut as cum shot across his tongue over and over again, barely giving him time to swallow it down. His fingers thrust gently to keep Gerard cumming, dragging is orgasm out as long as he could before Gerard shuddered, collapsing against the rug and shivering as Frank gently withdrew his fingers.

For a long moment the younger man continued sucking ever so tenderly on the tip of Gerard’s softening erection, only letting it drop when Gerard yanked him up by the hair to give his sensitized dick a rest. He felt completely spent but he couldn’t help but moan a little again when he looked at Frank. The younger man was gazing at him with lust shined eyes, his hair pulled in Gerard’s tight grip but he was still grinning devilishly at him, his lips a little swollen with drops of cum still shining on them. Gerard felt like he could die as Frank slowly licked it all away, giggling when Gerard groaned and dropped his head back down again.

“Oh God Frankie... I’m starting to learn a lot about you.” He chuckled breathlessly, weakly shuffling back into his breeches as Frank lay down leisurely on his chest and gazed lovingly up at him.

“Mm... what about me? That I’m actually a total harlot?” He asked playfully, Gerard smirking as he played with his hair.

“Exactly.” He smirked, Frank mewling and slapping his chest lightly before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“Mm... well, I don’t even care cos’ – Can you smell burning?” Frank paused for a moment, gasping in horror when he realised they’d forgotten about the food and Gerard laughed, watching with an amused smirk as Frank panicked and rushed about to save the rice before it was too late.

Gerard though did nothing at all, too busy basking in the afterglow to offer any assistance to his flustered lover. No no... Boyfriend.

R&R? xoxo