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Frank checked his hair in his rear mirror and sighed. He let his eyes wander towards the open hall across him. Car mechanic. Out of all the fucking jobs the agency could've forced him to do it was fucking car mechanic, even though he was the thinnest, weakest boy one could imagine. But he wasn't allowed to quit because then he wouldn't get any social help and the insurance would drop him and long story short, if he wasn't willing to live through two years of hell he quite literally won't be able to survive. 

With this positive mindset he heaved himself out of his dads old volkswagen and made his way inside the hall.

One of the mechanics raised his head from under a car and laughed at Frank. "Hey there, handsome. You lost?" 

Frank suppressed an annoyed sigh and forced up a smile. "Uhm, actually i'm supposed to start an apprenticeship here-"

The man interrupted Frank by laughing even louder. "You're the guy? Oh man, Gerard's gonna destroy you. Hey Boss Man, your new coworker's here!"

A heavy metal door opened and out stepped a fat bearded man in heavy steel-toed boots, dark blue overalls and something Frank could only identify as an undershirt when he'd looked twice; surely the thing had once been white, but Gerard could've just as well worn nothing underneath with the way year-long oil spillings and dirt had dyed it almost the same color as his skin. His very messy, very uncombed hair had lazily been put into somewhat of a bun on the top of his head and he chewed on a toothpick as he looked Frank up and down with furrowed brows, wiping his hands with a very dirty yellow handkerchief which he put into his back pocket afterwards. The other workers had gathered to take a look at the fresh meat as well. "So, you're the kid the job center sent me."

Frank gulped. His new boss was intimidating and for some reason kind of attractive. And he smelled like a dead elephant but that was a minor thing. "Y-Yes sir."

The audience chuckled and one of the men let out a flirty whistle, but Gerard shushed them off, silencing them immediately. The power the fat man held over his workers had Frank gulp again.

"No need to call me sir. I'm Gerard, and these guys aren't gonna go easy on you, ya hear me? This job usally isn't for.. uh.." Gerard vaguely gestured all over Franks body.

"I know." So neither of the two wanted Frank here.

"But that doesn't mean you can't pull it through with a bit of training and discipline." Gerard reached out his huge, oily hand. It was rough and when Frank took it he felt like Gerard was squeezing his fingers off. "I'm gonna get you through this. Blood, sweat and tears."

Franks eyes widened and Gerard laughed, patting Franks back with such force Frank had to be careful to not stumble forward. He led Frank back through the door he'd come in through, bringing him into another hall where a red SUV was lifted up and rock music blasted through the speakers. Frank sighed a little and rolled up his sleeves.

"This pretty girl", Gerard gestured towards the volkswagen on the lifting platform, "we call her Betty. From a year-long customer. We take care of her every other week 'cause she's simply giving up, but her owner is a very attached, quite wealthy old lady who wants to take her to her grave. Any fuckin way, this lady's back axis is acting up once again, and for Christ's sake i have no idea how that's even possible. So you're gonna help me and take the tires off, hm?"

Frank looked up at his boss and nodded. "Okay. Uh, how?"

Gerard looked at Frank like he'd slapped him across the face. "My, what kind of a man are you? Never changed tires before?"

"Do i look like i change tires?"

Gerard laughed loudly, making Frank blush, and ruffled his hair. The oil from his hands made Franks hair stand off in wild streaks all over his head. "Alright then, if Daddy's always the one taking care that's gonna change now." He handed Frank a heavy metal tool that looked like a big X. "This is a lug wrench. You're gonna loosen these", he pointed at five bolts securing the tire, "bolts and very, very carefully pull the tire off the axis. Don't drop the tires, they're custom made. And heavy. Go."

Frank felt like Gerard had just told him to take the sun off the sky. He nervously made his way over to the tire and checked out his tool, finding out which part unscrewed the bolt before he got to work. The unscrewing was easier than Frank had thought, but he was pretty sure that was only because the tire looked brand new. Once the last bolt had been unscrewed, Frank laid the tool aside and carefully put his hands on the tire. Uncertainly he looked at Gerard. "And just pull it off?"

Gerard nodded. "Nice and easy..."

Frank started pulling. The tire moved surprisingly easily, but Gerard wasn't done explaining yet.

"... like pulling a condom off your boyfriend."

"What?!" Frank turned his head to stare at his boss, but the tire slipped off the axis in just that second, making the full weight fall down and before Frank could even register he was about to drop an expensive custom made car tire, his boss had sprinted forward, his arms around both Frank and the tire he caught it in just the last second.

"Jesus Christ, kid. Careful next time."

Frank breathed quickly and unevenly, his hands squeezed between the dirty tire and his dirty bosses palms, the sweaty fat body of Gerard pressed against his back, the tire pressed against his stomach and Gerards breath down his neck he tried his best not to break down. "The fuck do you mean, boyfriend?"

"What, you're trying to tell me you have a girl?" The corners of Gerards mouth twitched amusedly. "Let go off the tire."

Frank let go and Gerard carefully placed the tire down, turning towards Frank and shoving his hands in his front pockets. "It was a joke. Didn't know you're that sensitive. I apologize."

"It's not that- I mean-" Frank ran his hands through his hair and bit his lip. "Are you calling me a faggot or do you- do you know?"

Gerard grinned. "You're not doing a good job at hiding it. Okay, next tire. I'll help you this time."

Frank unscrewed the other tire and this time, Gerard helped him heave it down properly, without any bodies pressing against each other and no hot breaths against skin. Great. This apprenticeship was off to an amazing fucking start.

*

The rest of the axis exchange, Frank just watched Gerard do it and listened to him explain. Gerard was standing underneath the car after he'd levered it higher, and his face was hidden behind car pieces as he talked, his hands up and unscrewing more bolts, exposing unshaved armpits and more oil. How on earth could someone already be that oily at 11 in the morning, Frank wondered, but he couldn't complain. Gerard was a really good-looking man, he reminded Frank of the oiled up firefighters on his calendar at home. Except for some reason, dark brown motor oil was way more attractive than whatever those guys had used.

"Frank?" Gerards face appeared from under the car to look at Frank with raised eyebrows.

"Hm? What?" Frank blinked a few times and tore his gaze off his bosses chest. "Sorry?"

Gerard chuckled and used his tongue to move his toothpick to the other corner of his mouth. "Stop daydreaming. I asked how old you are."

"Uhm, almost twenty-one." Frank suppressed the urge to call Gerard "sir" again. "My birthday is next month. On the 31st."

"Halloween! My, my. You're lucky, we're always closed on halloween."

"Yeah? Why?" Frank smiled. For that Gerard looked so big and scary, he was a really nice guy, with a surprisingly high-pitched voice.

"My daughter loves to go trick or treating. And i love to go with her."

"You-" Frank had to clear his throat. Of course this fine piece of man wasn't single. "You have a kid?"

"Yep." Gerard grinned proudly. "Seven years old this november. Doesn't really come after me, sadly. She's more of a mommy's girl. Didn't like it here much."

"Mommy's girl, huh. You got a wife?" Franks hopes shrunk lower and lower.

"Five years." Gerard stretched out his arm to show Frank his hand, and after blinking a few times he made out a golden shimmer on his ring finger underneath all that oil. "Fifteen years of knowing her she finally said yes. Thought the day would never come", he laughed.

So "the day came" after the child. Frank wondered if that may have been the reason she'd finally said yes after Gerard apparently had asked multiple times. Maybe she didn't love him that much. Maybe their sex life was boring. Maybe Frank could help out. Jesus Christ, he'd been here for like three hours and he was already all over his boss. Understandable, yet really unprofessional. "Aw, that's sweet. Now what do we do with the old axis?" Frank didn't want to hear anything else about Gerards family.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, right. Axis. So basically.."

*

When the clock struck twelve, Gerard let go off the new axis he'd been about to screw on and rubbed his hands, grinning. "Lunch time! Best time of the day, huh?" He pat Franks back, way more gentle than last time, and led him out of the back where a few very ugly orange wooden benches and a table stood, connected with dark green iron.

Frank frowned. "The hell are those?", he asked, pointing at the strange-looking benches.

"Beer benches. Straight imported from germany. Way better than these weird plastic benches at our cheap copy of the Oktoberfest."

For some reason, Frank wasn't surprised Gerard was a fan of that stuff. "Uh-huh. You went there once?"

"Once? I go every year! I made my own apprenticeship abroad in germany, and let me tell you, their cars are way more complicated. Be glad you're here, kid. Anyways, these babies can carry a weight of me times five, and passing out on one is way more comfortable than a plastic chair."

"Mkay." Frank thought about Gerard sitting on one of these ugly benches with a huge beer in his hand, barely sitting upright and loudly singing some folk songs as he laughed. It was gross, it was sweaty and loud, it was dripping with masculinity. It was all Frank could want from a man. "Can i come with you this year?"

"Haven't you been living off mommy's money and barely any social support? Can you afford a flight to Europe?" Gerard raised an eyebrow, but he grinned. He'd love to watch this boy pass out after one beer. Maybe he'd lean against Gerards shoulder. Maybe he'd piss himself in his tight little leather pants. Gerard shivered at the thought.

Frank shrugged. "I'm gonna find a way. Can't be that expensive."

"Right. Oh! Also! Here's the parking lot for employees. Go get your car and park here, i wanna look at it." Gerard sat down on the bench and groaned quietly, rubbing his own thighs. Frank blushed.

"One second." He rushed his way to his car and got in, making his way around the building and backwards parking into the lot, just to show Gerard that even though he wasn't smart with cars he was good at driving, and then got out. "Well, what do you think?"

Gerard laughed loudly. "Adorable! Wow that's an old little thing, what year?"

Frank shrugged. "Fuck if i know."

"Looks like an '89 at best. Mom's or Dad's?"

"Dad's." Frank sat down next to Gerard and they looked at the car together.

"Horrendous stickers. Good choice of bands, though. Automatic?"

"Uhm, stick."

"Kids these days still know how to drive stick?" Gerard looked down at Frank and grinned. He towered the boy by a good bit. "That's good to hear."

"Well, i'm the only one in my friend group who even has a car with stick, and i don't think they even made a license for it, but hey. At least i do."

"Frank knows his way with sticks. At least some positive car knowledge. Ah, here they are! What's for lunch, boys?"

Frank wished he could show Gerard his other way with sticks. He looked up at his coworkers carrying plastic bags with food.

"Chinese, Boss Man. Roasted chicken and rice for you, sweet-sour sauce as always. And for twinkie-pie here", the guy grinned and placed a small plastic tray in front of Frank, "a side salad for the small little muscles."

"Oh." Frank looked at what was barely two forks of food, but he wasn't going to say anything. He didn't need to anyways, because Gerard already raised his voice for him.

"Is that a joke? Poor guy's been working his little ass off, Colson! Show him the real food!"

Colson looked like Gerard had just slapped him across the face. "Uhm.."

Gerard raised his eyebrows. "You were kidding, right? You got him the same thing as you guys. The exact same."

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, obviously. Absolutely, boss." Colson quickly placed his own box in front of Frank, glaring at him furiously before he sat down on the bench across the table. "Bon appetit, new guy."

Frank wasn't going to let Colson intimidate him. "Thanks, Colson. I love fried chicken." He confidently opened his box and dug right in.

Gerard grinned as he took out his toothpick and snipped it across the lot before eating his own food. He didn't expect Frank to be so sassy. He liked it.

*

After lunch, Gerard and Frank got the axis done and screwed the tires back on. Heaving the back left tire up, Frank grunted quietly and couldn't help but ask his boss, "How did you notice? That uh, that i'm.. from the other side? I didn't think it's that obvious."

Gerard looked past the tire to look Frank up and down. "You think so? I don't know, i'm not good with what looks "straight". Just takes one to know one, i guess." Gerard saw how Franks whole body flinched and grinned to himself. "So, just boys?"

"Uhm, boys and girls. But, but mainly boys. Men." Frank felt how his face got all hot and his hands shook as he screwed the bolts in.

"Men, hm. Yeah, men are good. I like them too", Gerard said ever so casually and watched Franks face turn an even darker red. He grinned. "Don't look like it, huh?"

Frank shook his head and took his sweet time screwing the bolts in, not wanting to look at his boss while talking about that, because he was sure he'd drop to his knees the instant their eyes locked. "You- i- i never would've expected."

"You would've known when i was younger", Gerard grinned and heaved up the other tire, making his way to the other end of the car. "I looked just like you."

"Piercings and tattoos?"

Gerard chuckled. "Hell no. I hate needles. I'm talking dyed hair, eyeshadow, gay-ass pullovers with ties. Why did you think a tie would be a good idea here?"

Frank blushed. "I uh, i've never been inside of one of these halls. Always just uh, the office. So yeah. No, it's stupid. Everyone knows mechanics don't wear ties."

"Yeah. Better wear something more appropriate tomorrow. And less layers, aren't you dying of heat right now? It's so warm for september."

"Yeah, it's- very uncomfortable. I'll just come in a shirt and jeans."

"Good." Very fucking good. "What's your size? I'll order you some overalls and proper boots. We wouldn't want you to break your toes or anything."

*

Later, Frank followed Gerard into the office to say hi to the lady whose car they'd repaired earlier. He shook her cold elderly hand and smiled.

"That's Frank, he helped me get your car going again", Gerard grinned and gently rubbed the boys shoulder. Frank blushed.

"Oh. Lovely. Well then, show me what you did", the lady said and hooked her arm into Gerards as they made their way into the halls.

"We changed the axis once again", Gerard explained, unbothered by the lady's arms touching his muscles, "so this time there definitely shouldn't be any problems occurring for a while. There's no way."

"Oh i'm relieved!", the lady said, gently patting Gerards oily biceps. She smiled. "You've been helping me so often now, don't you wanna come over for some tea someday?"

"Oh, no thanks ma'am. That's what i'm here for, right?", Gerard laughed and let the car down, watching as the lady drove off.

"She wants to fuck you." Frank looked up at his boss, who choked on air and stared down at him.

"What?" 

"Dude, she's been touching your arm like she wants it inside of her, she's definitely breaking her car on purpose all the time. It's so obvious."

"Oh. Oh." Gerard turned a deep red and nervously scratched his sweet double chin. "Oh. Ew. She's like 70 or something." 

Frank shrugged and laughed. "Seems like you're popular with grandmas."

"If you tell anyone that i will fire you."

"I'll keep quiet for sure. Promise", Frank grinned.

"Good." Gerard checked his watch. "Good first day, kid. You can go home. And be prepared tomorrow."

"Yes sir!", Frank grinned and made his way to his car. He saw himself and Gerard becoming really good friends one day.

Once arrived at home, Frank had to throw away the clothes he'd been wearing due to severe motor oil damage. He lived alone in a cheap basement apartment, which made it easy to pick out a proper toy from his shelf and take it under the shower with him. He sighed at the warm water running down his back as he gently lubed up the dildo he'd suction cupped to the wall, measured by the size of the bulge in Gerards pants it should be just perfect. Except Gerard probably had a human dick and not a fantasy dragon one. Frank slowly turned around and eased the dildo right in, moaning gently and putting his hands at the wall across him. He closed his eyes and imagined his boss behind him, groaning his name as he achingly slowly slid all the way inside, making Franks knees shake and his lips tremble. "Oh, god Gerard.. We shouldn't-" Frank slowly moved his hips forward and let them slam back onto the toy. "Fuck, we're at work.. Oh, this is so wrong-"

Gerard threw his jacket onto the hook and smiled as his wife came out of the kitchen to greet him. "Hey, love. That smells amazing."

"As opposite to you." Lindsey eyed her husband up and down until she found a spot on his cheek that was oil-free to kiss, denying him a proper kiss on the lips. Again. "Go take a shower and don't pick Bandit up, she's in her favorite dress."

"Okay, honey." Gerard took off his shoes and made his way upstairs into the bathroom, sighing. He let the water run warm and went into the bedroom to get some new clothes, finding Bandit in bed playing with his video game console. "There you are, princess! Beat the level yet?", he asked as he opened the closet.

"No", Bandit sighed, "It's too hard, Dad. I think i do need your help."

Gerard chuckled. "Alright, i'm gonna help you after dinner, okay?" He suddenly stopped in motion when he opened the sock drawer, finding one of his toys his wife had taken away because they made her "uncomfortable". It was his favorite fleshlight. Gerard sighed. So no sex again tonight. He grabbed the toy and hid it under the clothes on his arm before he kissed his daughter's cheek and went back to the bathroom, locking the door behind himself. He got undressed and made sure none of his dirty clothes touched the bathroom floor, tossing them right into the washing machine before getting under the shower and squirting some lube into his toy. Recently they'd had to add a plastic bench kind of thing for Gerard to sit down during showers, half because it was exhausting to wash his entire body while standing, half so it would be easier for him to jack off. Lindsey had found it "gross" to find Gerard pleasing himself in their bedroom or god forbid his own office, so they'd agreed that the shower would be Gerards only place to do it. Why on earth Lindsey was allowed to play with herself in bed was still a mystery to Gerard, but since tonight he wouldn't be gasping her name anyways it was good to get his noise dampened by the shower water. He groaned quietly as he sat down and teased his toy around his tip, murmuring to himself. "You're such a tease.. Frank. Lunch break won't last that long, baby- ah, fuck yeah."

Frank yelped and held his mouth shut, quickly bouncing against his dildo at the wall he screwed his eyes shut and gasped every time the enormous tip poked into his guts. He threw his head into his neck and his hand snuck down his body, rubbing his belly where the dildo roughly entered him over and over again before he grabbed his cock, frantically stroking himself. "Fuck, fuck, Gerard- please i- i'm cumming, oh, ohh yeah p-please- please i-" Frank couldn't help his hips jerking into his hand as he yelled out and came, grinding his hips into the wall he let the dildo shove all the way into him, gasping loudly and stroking himself through it he let his head fall into his neck, the imagination of his boss filling him up and breathing hotly into his face almost making him grow hard again.

Gerards hand sped up with the toy quietly slurping around his cock, making him groan and clasp his hand in front of his mouth. He screwed his eyes shut and jerked his hips into his toy and with a few more thrusts he came, his thighs shaking and his hand still stroking him with the toy he let his head fall forwards, imagining Frank pressed up against him, gasping into his ear as they worked each other through it, not wanting the sensation to stop. Gerard sighed quietly and left his toy sticking to his crotch as he started washing himself off, quietly humming to himself.

*

"Morning Frankie, you look-" Gerard stopped his sentence to look Frank up and down. He looked fucking gorgeous; in his tight little Misfits T-shirt and baggy working pants that probably belonged to his dad he had a perfect mixture of hiding his curves, yet present his skinny tattooed waist and his clearly pierced nipples to his boss. It almost looked suggestive, but Gerard wasn't going to let that hope grow much. Beside his slutty little outfit Frank looked like he hadn't slept at all, dark circles around his beautiful hazel eyes and his skin even more pale than yesterday. "Are you okay?"

Frank looked at his concerned frowning boss and blinked quickly. "What? Yeah, i'm fine. You look- good today. Uhm, clean. The uh- black shirt suits you. Very well." For some reason, the normal, casual black T-shirt his boss was wearing today was way more attractive to Frank than the hardly-white undershirt from yesterday. It clung tightly to Gerards strong, muscular arms and encased his tits beautifully, and it bit with the light blue of his overalls so deliciously Frank wanted to rip it all off of him. "What's the plan today?"

Gerards cheeks flushed and he raised his eyebrows. "Uhm, well uh, thanks. Its just- an old T-shirt, but okay. Uhm, today we'll be modifying a low-rider all day. You know what a low-rider is?", he asked, leading Frank to a different hall than yesterday.

"Low-rider... Uhm, a car that's like.. really low? I guess?"

Gerard scoffed. "Well yeah, that's true. They're cars that are laid so low that the simplest things like speed bumps or curbs can be a problem already, so we'll install a hydraulic lift kit today. It's gonna make the car able to, well, lift up, go down, our customer is a big low-rider enthusiast from california so he wants it to be able to bounce and hop around and shit. So we're gonna fulfill his wish. Are you sure you had enough sleep?"

"Ohh, like in the movies! I didn't think those were real cars, that's so cool! And yes, i slept enough, Gee. I'm fine, really." Frank bit his lip. Fuck, he'd accidentally called his boss a short name. But instead of Gerard raising an eyebrow or telling him off, he fucking blushed and scratched his double chin.

"Alright, if you say so. You're just looking a little sick, kid. Okay, here he is!" Gerard opened the door and there stood a red chevrolet impala, looking brand-new and untouched.

"I'm fine", Frank murmured again. He'd never admit that he'd hardly slept that night because he remembered after his little shower session that he in fact owned a machine that could fuck him, and cock rings to keep the fun going, and nobody to stop him for hours on end. He shivered at the memory and forced himself to focus on the car. "Oh wow. That one looks like it hasn't been driven at all yet."

"Baked fresh. Shipped straight from the local factory to us. Y'know the one at the seaside?"

"Ohh. I didn't know they did- old cars but new."

"Allegedly that's a special occasion, one-time kinda thing. No idea who we're even doing this for, i was just contacted by some management. I don't even know why some rich californian douche would want me to do that, but it's whatever. I am known for modification after all. Come on in, let's check this baby out, huh? ", Gerard grinned and shook the keys dangling from his pointer finger.

Frank grinned and jumped into the passenger's seat. "Oh, wow. This feels way too classy for me to sit in."

The whole car shook as Gerard squeezed himself behind the steering wheel. Frank suppressed the urge to immediately jump his boss and choke on his cock.

"Alright let's see what we're working with, huh?", Gerard grinned and shoved the key into the engine, letting the motor howl. He whistled quietly. "Oh, wow. I wanna keep it."

Frank giggled and put his seatbelt on, watching Gerard throw the car in reverse and put his hand on the back of Franks seat, turning his head to look back. Frank couldn't help staring at his bosses sweaty neck all bent, a thick vein pumping so deliciously Frank could feel his mouth water. They hit the little curb when they left the hall and Gerards stomach bounced just slightly, and Frank just couldn't stop his wanton little whimper he immediately tried to cover with a cough.

"You okay, kid?" Gerard looked at Frank and grinned amusedly. Franks entire head was blushed a deep red and he stared into his lap as he nervously rubbed his mouth with his hand, gulping twice before he nodded.

"M'okay. Where- where are we going?"

Gerard pat Franks shoulder and stepped on the gas. "For a little ride."

Frank watched Gerard take the quickest route out of town. The shop was already pretty much at the edge anyways, so they got on the highway fairly quickly. "Are we even allowed to take customer cars out?"

"Well, i need to get to know the car in order to modify the car, so this is perfectly fine. Also, they said i should take all the time i need because it has to be perfect. I'm not letting an opportunity slide to drive one of these babies." Gerard gently pat the dashboard and changed gears, getting full speed out of the car. 

Frank felt his stomach getting weak and he looked at his boss who was grinning like a little kid on christmas, his fat hands clutching the steering wheel as he sped the way to the coast. He was so goddamn excited it was almost cute, he laughed triumphantly every time he passed another car, and Frank could swear to god the bulge in his bosses pants grew. He knew it was normal to get excitement boners, he'd had more than just one at several concerts he'd gone to, but Gerard was getting that excited just driving a fast car? It was so ridiculous Frank found it adorable and lowkey very hot at the same time. With every little unevenness of the road Gerard bounced, and with him his stomach, and Frank couldn't care less about the car as his bosses fat happily jumped all over the place, so deliciously Frank noticed he himself couldn't keep a boner down. He wanted to touch Gerard so badly, he needed him, handsful of his sweaty stomach in Franks palms, sweat running down his double chin as Frank rode his cock like there was no tomorrow. He quickly crossed his legs and tried his best to adjust his dick in a way that wouldn't make his hard-on obvious, his face burning with embarrassment and lust.

Gerard checked on his apprentice squirming in his seat and raised an eyebrow. "You okay, kid?", he asked and stepped off the gas a little, assuming Frank had gotten nervous from the speed. "We can stop next exit and go back."

"No!" Even Frank heard how weary with lust his voice was. He knew how horny he looked and how desperate his eyes must be, but he looked into his bosses face nevertheless. "Let's go where you're headed. I wanna- I wanna have some fun."

Some fun? Gerards face flushed as he stepped back on the gas. His own pants had gotten a little too tight as well with all the speeding and the way Frank acted. "That's what i wanted to hear, kid."

Two exits later, Gerard pulled over and parked somewhere at the seaside on top of a cliff. Surprisingly, they were completely alone here. He turned his head to see Frank was already staring him down with one hand rubbing himself and flushed cheeks, gasping quietly and with a desperation in his eyes Gerard had never been looked at ever before. He gulped. 

"What", Frank groaned, "isn't this what we're gonna do?"

"Fuck." Gerard blinked fastly. Frank actually wanted to have sex with him. "I- Yeah, fuck, yeah it's what we're gonna do. Come, come here-" 

Frank watched Gerard undo his seatbelt for him and immediately sat up to press his lips onto his bosses. He knelt right between the handbrake and the gear shift, wrapping his arms around Gerards neck and grinding his hips against wherever he might reach, which right now was the fat at his ribs. "Fuck, Gee, i- i need you, please, let's- get on the backseat, c'mon." 

"Okay", Gerard murmured and stopped rubbing Franks hips. They let go off each other just long enough to hastily get out of the car and jump into the backseat, for which Gerard again had a lot of squeezing to do to fit. 

Frank slid his hand into his own pants and watched Gerard struggle onto the seat next to him, and then he realized there was simply no fucking room for them to fuck back here because Gerard was just- 

"Too fat."

"Huh?" Gerard looked up at his apprentice and Frank slid closer on the seat bench to gently grab into Gerards stomach fat. "Did you just call me fat?" 

"I- sorry i'm- god, look at you, Gerard. Fuck, your-", Frank had to interrupt himself and pressed his lips onto his bosses again, kneading his fat through his jeans like it was bread dough. "You make me go fucking insane. Your body-" Frank just couldn't help rubbing his hips against the sweet jiggly warmth of Gerards torso and he kissed his neck almost frantically. "Get undressed, fuck. Now."

Gerard blushed the deepest red he'd ever blushed and immediately fumbled with his buttons while Frank stared him down with hungry eyes and a hand down his pants. Frank was a lot more dominant than he'd thought. "My, you're- you sure know what you want, huh."

"Fuck, yeah." Frank immediately shuffled closer as Gerards pants finally fell, revealing some deliciously tight grey boxershorts that left nothing to the imagination. Frank hooked his leg into Gerards and sat on his knee, his hand immediately getting to work at his bosses erection, squeezing him, stroking him through the thin fabric. Frank delightfully noticed that the toy he'd chosen yesterday was even a bit too small to imitate the real deal. He couldn't supress a loud whimper. "Fuck, God Gerard, i- Please, please touch me."

Gerard gulped down the saliva building in his mouth and wasted no time getting his hands on the seams of Franks T-shirt, and with just a little too much enthusiasm, ripped it right off the boy. Frank flinched, but didn't stop his hand from frantically rubbing Gerards cock up and down, feeling his thick veins and teasing his fingertips around the rather big wet spot of precum that decorated the tip of the harshly strained boxers. Gerard rubbed his hand up and down Franks back a little until he hooked his fingers into the front of his pants and pulled him off his knee to kneel next to him. He one-handedly opened Franks belt and with a swift motion both his pants and underwear hung between the younger's tattooed thighs and his adorable little swollen erection stood leaking and ready from his shaved crotch.

"God damn, did you prepare for this?", Gerard asked and wrapped his hand around Franks cock, stroking him slowly. "You look- God damn, Frank."

Frank bit his lip and blushed even harder, slightly working his hips more into Gerards fist. "I uh- ah- didn't- didn't shave for- i-" Franks mind almost went blank from just the feeling of Gerards sweaty palm gliding up and down his cock, his dirty grin, the way his double chin folded as he looked down at Franks cock and licked his lips, it was almost enough to throw him over the edge and it was definitely enough to rob his ability to speak, so he just groaned and turned around, spreading his legs as far as his pants around his thighs would allow him to and let his face smush into the white leather couch. He heard Gerard gasp and then groan quietly as he heaved his massive body to sit more sideways, allowing him to lay his huge rough hands onto Franks asscheeks and pull them apart. Frank hummed quietly and grinned to himself.

"Oh, wow. You did prepare." Gerard stared at his apprentices stretched hole, gaping even though he hadn't touched it yet, pulsing with anticipation, ready. He could probably fit in there without much stretching. "God- you didn't coincidentally bring condoms?"

"M-mh", Frank moaned quietly but dug in his pockets, "i didn't expect to fuck my boss today. And i- don't know your size."

"Better remember it for tomorrow. 2XL." Gerard raised an eyebrow when Frank handed him a hand sanitizer-sized bottle of lube. "Uh-huh. And what'd you bring that for, hm?"

"For when i-" Frank gasped as he felt Gerards lubed up fingers tease around his rim. "I-In case i was- going to have to jerk off during the day. Oh-"

Gerard grinned and gently inserted his ring-and middle finger into Frank, making him yelp out loudly and push up against them. "You dirty little freak. Could fuck you right now, i should start bringing condoms to work. Damn."

Frank chuckled a little but had to gasp again when Gerards fingers left him. He wondered what was going to happen now until he heard the door open behind himself, Gerard struggling outside and then his huge hands grabbed around Franks thighs and pulled him in to lay on the very edge of the seat. He pushed up on his lower arms to stare at Gerard, who was kneeling in the grass in front of the seat. "Wha-"

Gerard didn't pay any attention to Franks face and pulled his pants down entirely, leaving them hanging at Franks left ankle as he pushed his legs apart as far as it would go and rammed his fingers back inside, making Frank yell out and bite into the leather seat. Gerard didn't show any mercy on him, thrusting his fingers in and out like Frank was some toy he leaned in to press his tongue flat against Franks erection, licking all the way up to his balls and then back down his thigh, making Frank shiver and yell out in pure bliss.

"Gerard! Gerard, please, please fuck me, i- i need your- i- oh, God, please-" Frank pressed his face into the seat and sobbed lustfully, Gerards big fingers pressing up against his prostate as he continued to lick and bite at the backsides of his thighs, making him tremble. "S-Stop, i'm gonna- i'm gonna cum if you- Wait-"

Gerard quietly groaned against Franks thigh and then buried his tongue right into the fold where his asscheek met his thigh, licking up the sweat as he shoved his fingers inside as deep as he possibly could, pressing against Franks prostate dead-on and biting into the soft flesh of his asscheek and then he came, shaking heavily on the seat Frank yelled out and splattered all over the open car, Gerards stomach and the side of the car seat. He moaned loudly as Gerard worked him through it and when Frank finally calmed down he sat up and immediately tackled Gerard over to get at his cock.

Frank felt his dried tears on his cheeks as he moved downwards to finally free Gerards erection, another desperate whimper leaving his mouth at the glorious sight. It was so big Frank had no idea how to even get him into his mouth, but he was determined and really, really horny so he leaned down and started licking his bosses cock up and down, making the older groan and throb against Franks tongue. Frank grinned to himself and licked all the way from the base to the tip and then he opened his mouth as wide as he could to take him in. He couldn't manage to get past his tip much, so he wrapped both of his hands around the rest of Gerards dick and started bobbing his head up and down, taking care of the rest with skillful motions of his wrists.

Gerard closed his eyes and moaned Franks name loudly as he couldn't help jerking his hips upwards and making Frank choke. He'd never gotten a blowjob in his life before; he'd just come to terms with the fact nobody would want their mouth stretched like that. And yet when Gerard raised his head a little and stared at his apprentice he saw Franks flushed cheeks, his widely open mouth and his frantically moving hands as he wanted to get Gerard off. "Fuck", Gerard groaned, "Frank, you're so- fucking good, my God.."

Frank giggled around Gerards tip and put his tongue to use a little, the ache in his jaw was almost too much but he felt how Gerard trembled already, how his moans got whinier and then Frank screwed his eyes shut and increased his speed, working Gerard to an orgasm through his pain but it was completely worth it as a huge load of hot, sticky cum released into his mouth, down his throat, all over his face and his chest as he gasped and pulled off, stroking his boss through it.

Gerard jerked his hips and gasped loudly as he came, whining Franks name he watched him take it, pushing out his cum-stained chest and licking his sticky lips as he gently ground his hips against the olders. "Oh, Frank..", Gerard murmured, "i f- that was amazing."

"Yeah, fuck it was." Frank crawled on top of Gerard and gently kissed him, and Gerards hands found their way onto Franks back, gently gliding up and down until they ran forwards onto his chest, finally getting to touch the youngers pierced nipples. Frank bit his lip. "I'm gonna get horny again if you do that."

Gerard grinned a little and ran his thumbs across them one last time before continuing to smear his own cum over Franks chest. "My, you're a work of art. Do you wanna drive back?"

Frank bit his lip and rubbed his semi-hard dick against Gerards stomach. "If you jerk me off on the way."

"Deal." They both struggled back on their feet and got their pants back on, but when Frank groaned annoyed, Gerard turned his head to look at him.

"You ripped it!", Frank said, waving his Misfits Shirt in his bosses face. "I can't wear that today."

Gerard blushed. "Sorry. Uhm.. Guess you'll have to take mine."

Franks eyes practically glowed as he watched Gerards T-Shirt slide up and over his head, revealing sweaty, hairy fat rolls and huge tits that Frank wanted to knead forever. "Oh... Oh, God."

Gerard laughed as he handed Frank his sweaty shirt, watching him put it on and shove the seam into his pants so it wouldn't look like a dress on him. Something about the soft material that usally clung to his body suddenly being all wide and loose around Franks torso made something in Gerards pants jump, so he cleared his throat and got his overalls back on. "You're certainly wearing it better than me."

Frank giggled and took the keys from his bosses hand, getting behind the steering wheel. "You should always be shirtless under your overalls."

*

Arriving back at the hall, the men got out of the car and Gerard pointed towards a rolling table with cleaning utensils on it. "You scrub that cum off the backseat and then join me in my office, we have to order the parts."

"Yes, sir." Frank quickly held on to the strap of Gerards overall at his back, getting up on his tip toes to kiss him. "There's cum on your cheek. Before you go see your employees."

Gerard blushed and gently smacked Franks ass. "Thank you. Don't take too long." He wiped his face with the trademark yellow handkerchief from his back pocket and then left Frank to clean the car.

Frank sighed a little and got to work, opening the door to the backseat just to see he'd made a giant mess all over the side and it would take a while to get it off now that it was halfway dried already. He couldn't believe it had actually happened, and after such a short amount of time, too. The second day had just started and he'd already choked on his married bosses cock, that must be a new fucking record. Literally. Frank chuckled to himself as he sprayed the seat with leather cleaner.

"Where's your shirt, Boss Man?"

Gerard rolled his eyes a little. "It's warm, i decided to try something new, m'kay? I know it looks stupid, thanks Colson."

Colson grinned as he watched Gerard head towards his office. "Where's the new one?"

"Cleaning. He'll be with me in a minute." Gerard closed the door behind himself and squeezed into his leather chair, silently groaning. He turned on his computer and his eyes fell on the framed picture of him, his wife Lindsey and Bandit on Bandits first day of school. She sat on Gerards shoulder and weilded her school cone like a sword, laughing and showing her adorable tooth gap while one of Lindseys hands gently rested on Gerards stomach, his strong arm around her waist. He gulped and turned the picture to face downwards. Strangely, he didn't feel bad at all. Not towards his wife, anyways. They'd had a rough relationship since the beginning, and assuming that that would change after marriage had been stupid of Gerard. He'd thought she loved him, and even though she told him that - or used to anyways, he couldn't remember the last time - the suspicion rose that maybe, after multiple rejections finally saying yes might not have been a good sign. Gerard buried his face in his hands. Jesus Christ, what had he done?

Frank finally got rid off the very last spot in the very last corner of the backseat. He sighed and wiped his forehead with his arm before he got up, threw the dirty wipes away and made his way towards Gerards office. He already saw Colson grinning at him from afar and took a deep breath, ready to ignore him.

"Hey there Iero, didn't you wear a different shirt earlier? Whose is that, huh? Hey, look at me when i'm talking to you you little brat." He grabbed Frank by the neck of his shirt and pulled him in. "That the bosses shirt? What, are you a little faggot? Trying to get into the big man's pants? Make this apprenticeship a little easier, hm?"

Frank gasped quietly as Colson shook him, very harshly for no reason at all, and came too close for Franks liking. Not that he would like any amount of space between them that's less than a hundred yards. "Ow, dude, what are you doing? Leave me fucking alone."

"Yeah, alone with the boss so you can get your dirty little hands on him. Ever thought about getting some real work done? Actually do what you're told, dumb fucking faggot?" Colson pushed Frank back, wanting to corner him. "You better watch what you're fucking doing around here, man. Accidents happen all the fucking time-"

Frank felt a big, rough hand at his shoulder and he almost delightfully sighed as he felt a familiar fat stomach against his back. "Is there a problem here?"

Colson ground his teeth and threw Frank a furious look. "Nope. No problem at all, boss."

"Good. You didn't wanna nicely ask Frank to help you with anything?"

"No, i'm fine."

"Why the fuck aren't you working, then? Get back to your car." Gerard gently rubbed his big thumb up and down the back of Franks neck before leading him inside of his office. "Don't think too much about him. He's jealous."

"Jealous? Why?", Frank asked, taking his seat on Gerards lap instead of the extra chair in front of the computer. "Don't tell me he tried to fuck you when you taught him."

"Exactly that. Wouldn't stop making suggestive comments and invading my personal space, it was terrible. Almost fired him twice, but i need the personnel, so yeah, i didn't have a choice. Still don't. I'd be delighted to take you over and throw him out." 

Frank laughed. "Yeah okay, we're not quite at that point yet. Easy, boy." He gave Gerard a gentle kiss and leaned his back against his stomach, looking around the office. "Nice little room you got here. Do you jerk off in here when you're bored?"

"Duh, of course i do." Gerard rolled the chair closer to the desk and started typing away, looking up the pieces they would need. "I've always wanted to fuck someone on this desk."

"Tomorrow." Frank reached for the picture Gerard had turned over and looked at it. "That your wife and kid?"

"Yup. Aren't they gorgeous?"

"Your kid, definitely. But that is your wife?" Frank couldn't suppress the laugh creeping up his throat. "She's- yeah, that's definitely a woman."

"Hey, careful with your words, Iero. That's still my wife." Gerard didn't know for how long, though.

"Sorry, boss. What's your kid having there? Looks stupid."

"Uh, that's a school cone. Some german tradition to give your kid at first day of school. It's filled with candy and toys."

"Aww. You and germany, huh? You speak german?"

"Of course i do, i learned my whole job there. You're gonna love it over there. Granted you'll be able to afford the flight."

"I will. You're seriously going overseas just to get drunk on overpriced beer every year?"

"Well, that's a little directly put, but yeah. My wife doesn't know that, obviously. She thinks i'm part of the apprenticeship council over there. Y'know, hand out diplomas, shake the hands of young german twinks, all that."

"Mhm. You like your boys german?", Frank grinned and opened the button that held the straps of Gerards overall, gently rubbing his hairy chest.

Gerard chuckled. "I used to. Back when i was young and anyone was down to fuck. I didn't have any man in quite a while, the happier i am to know it still happens that someone fancies me."

"Oh yeah, i fancy you a lot." Frank gently cupped Gerards left breast and mindlessly played around with it while looking at the computer screen. "Soo what are we ordering?"

*

When finally the hour had struck, Frank sighed and all too gladly left his work on a mercedes alone to clock out. "Jesus Christ, my back is killing me."

Gerard laughed and pat Franks back. "You did solid work today, though. Better get used to that."

"Jeez." Frank lit himself a cigarette as they made their way to the parking lot. "Which one's yours?"

Gerard pointed towards a tall dark brown jeep and accepted the cigarette Frank offered him. It stood right next to Franks car. "This baby."

"Oh, wow. If i didn't know better i'd say you try to compensate something", Frank grinned and giggled at Gerard gently hitting the back of his head.

"You sassy little fucker." Gerard leaned back against his car and watched Frank across him do the same. "You know what to get for tomorrow?"

Frank grinned. "Yeah. 2XL for the big, strong man. When are we gonna do it, anyway?"

"After closing when we're alone. You couldn't shut your mouth if we fucked during lunch break", Gerard grinned and Frank blushed, but shrugged.

"Fair enough, i love being loud. Well", he stomped his cigarette butt out and checked to see if the others were gone already, and then he stepped closer to Gerard and pulled him down by his overall to kiss him. "I'll see you tomorrow, boss. Can i keep that shirt?"

"Sure. Drive safely and prepare", Gerard grinned, gently smacking Franks ass before making his way around his own car to get in.

Frank giggled as he shut the door and started his car. He ran his hand through his hair and then pulled at it very shortly, but with all his force. He was most definitely awake and it all had been real. He was going to fuck Gerard after work tomorrow. The thought made him shiver as he made his way home.