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"I'm home," Frank shouted and threw the bags over the counter
"Hey baby," His hands roamed over the tattoed shoulders, squeezing before pressing his face on it. "Where is my burger?"
"So, uh... about that," He turned around to face Gerard. Placed his hands on the pudgy waist, caressing it and admiring the pale face before confessing "Honey, we need to talk"
"Something wrong?" He muttered. He was afraid Frank's next words would be 'i wanna break up, i don't love you anymore'
"First, i am so sorry i did this in first place, but if i told you that before, it wouldn't be a surprise and you would be upset i am not settling down with you to rest. But... i'm in a band"
"Yes? Along with me, Mikey, Ray. I don't get what's wrong here"
"Another band. Leathermouth. You know Rob, right? He started the band with some friends, needed a vocalist, i was doing nothing at all and i missed making music. But i'm sorry i lied to you, honey." Gerard sighed "I am so sorry, can i take you out to our first show tonight? To make up for you?" He caressed Gerard's hands, took them in his mouth and kissed them
"Yeah, sure" And turned around towards their bedroom "I got issues to finish"
"You're not going to eat with me?"
"You got me my veggie burger?"
"Uh, no, i was with the boys actually and-"
"So for the past months, all the things you said you forgot to buy, you didn't really forget about it, right?" He crossed his arms, turning his head only to stare at Frank.
Frank was briefly lost in Gerard's curves covered with the black tight outfit we was wearing. "Exactly"
"Nice," Gerard walked into the bedroom and before shutting the door, he leaned over the frame "Call me when i should start getting ready"
And the only sound Frank produced was a loud gasp as the door slammed shut.
Frank's hand approaches Gerard's thigh as he sits on the passenger seat. Everytime this happens, is almost obvious that Gerard will open his legs and bite his lips, but instead, he opens the window and stares at the night sky.
"Baby?" He gets a humming in response when his hand squeezes the soft skin "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." And pouted his lips.
He won't admit, but he loves being dramatic over Frank, specially when he's jealous.
It's been three years since the Black Parade was released, and he's not willing to do much right now. Of course, he has this new idea for an album, Danger Days, but he wants to enjoy the time with his husband after so many fights during the revenge era and after two years touring as The Black Parade.
He would, if Frank didn't have the amazing idea of joining his friends band. Gerard is not sure what's worse: Finding out your husband was not in fact going to the market but instead going to rehearse or the fact that he only told him this seven hours before their first show.
He's jealous, and more than jealous, he's fucking pissed. But not pissed enough to not be a drama queen. He knows Frank loves him, it's not like he was going out to pay for lap dances.
"Gerar-" He sighed "Gee, my love, are you still upset about the band? Is it because i lied? I already apologized about it, i don't know why you-"
"I'm fucking jealous that you been spending more time with these guys than me. Did you knew one day you went out to see them without warning me and i prepared a fucking banquet, our bedroom was full with candles, i waited for you, naked, body all oiled up for thirty minutes and you came in, two hours after pretending nothing happened. So yeah, i am upset, you bet."
Frank turned off the car and sighed loud.
He understand he's wrong, there was no reason for him to lie, but Gerard can't raise his voice like this.
He briefly analyzed his face. His beautiful pointy nose, round face, his small lips that were so pinkish due to the gloss he always puts on.
He would look so handsome bruised.
"I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry, i already apologized, what the fuck you want me to do? Lick your feet with chocolate?"
"That would be nice." His small grin was taken off his face as Frank slapped him.
"Did you forget what the fuck you are?"
Gerard stared at him with the more serious expression his face could do, that wasn't much, but it was something.
"Oh, what am i Frank? Remind me."
Frank grabbed him by the hair and pinned him over the dashboard, making him whimper as Frank's voice went low and commanding.
"You're my fucking bitch, my doll, my creation. You're not one to raise your dirty voice at me, do you understand me? Was i clear enough for your dumb head to understand?"
And oh how Gerard loved this, he wasn't smiling only because it would ruin the fun of being vulnerable to his man. But he thought of it better, so he smirked.
"I don't think i understand you, sir."
"You fucking whore. Get out of the car." They stared at each other, unsure of their next move. Gerard was confused if he was for real and Frank thought Gerard would apologize. "Out!" He demanded
They both got out together, Gee waiting for his man to tell him to go home, but no. He crossed his arms as he approached Gerard, looking at him and then analyzing the street.
"Get down."
"What? Like, here?"
"I said," Again, he took him down by the hair. "Get down!"
He kneeled there like a puppy, waiting for his owner to feed him after a week out.
"I'll make you fucking understand me," And again, he slapped Gerard's face like he was nothing, still holding his hair tight. "You're my mutt, my whore, you're mine. If i say you can't raise your voice to me, then you won't ever raise it. Isn't that one of the first rules i gave you? Isn't it one of the oldest rules, so old you never disobeyed, even for fun? Answer me!" Another slap hit his rosy cheeks.
"Yes, sir. You're right."
"So why the fuck would you do it? Hm? I did shit in the past, you never disobeyed me no matter how upset you were, now, in a important day, you decide to be a bitch about something i apologized hours ago? Are you desperate for attention?" He pulled his hair so Gerard looked up. "Are you a little nasty slut desperate for daddy's attention?"
"Fuck- Yes, yes i am." He was getting so hard he couldn't think straight, he just knew he wanted it to be over so he could suck Frank off so good.
It was such an arousing situation. Being humiliated in the middle of the street was so hot. He wonder if Frank would make it more times.
"Bow down." Gerard obeyed quickly and gasped as he felt the pressure of Frank's boot in his head "Tell me who owns you."
"You, sir."
"My fucking name, Gerard. Who owns you?"
"Frank. I am all yours Frank, you own me." He almost wasn't able to finish the sentence, feeling the pressure growing on his ear, his face painfully pinned to the floor.
"Will you raise your voice again?"
"No, sir."
"And will you be a disobedient nasty brat?"
"No, daddy, i won't."
"Why?" He released a little bit of pressure
"Because i'm yours to keep, your little puppy, i'm your baby, your submissive, your housewife, i'm committed to you, daddy. I love you and i won't disappoint you anymore."
"Good." He took his boot off the black hair. "Now kiss my feet. I might let you kiss me."
"Oh my god." He immediately raised himself just enough to face the black combat boots and his eyes shine at the vision. He probably looked so wrecked being stepped on.
He glanced up before bowing down, sticking his ass up on the air. Now kissing the black material passionately, like it was Frank's face.
And Frank was proud of his baby, so proud.
Gerard licked it clean, moaning and wiggling himself as his tongue roamed over the lace. Frank knew he wouldn't handle it anymore.
"Get up, baby." As soon as Gerard stood, he grabbed his waist with one hand and used the other one to open the backsteat door.
He layed Gerard down and without getting in yet, he loosened his belt and pulled his pants down. Now finally inside, he closed the door and hopped up on Gee. "You get me so horny when you're obedient."
They both were quick in tossing their pants off, Gerard's fingers mischievously roaming around the top of Frank's briefs.
"C'mon, Frankie..."
"Say it one more time and i'm taking you to the show hard as a rock" He barked at him and licked from his mouth to his cheek "You're fucking delicious"
"Eat me out then" His hazel eyes popped in the dark for some reason, his small lips pouting as he hummed low in a beg.
"We have to be quick, okay?" Gerard nodded "And don't be loud" He took his cock out of his briefs, now pulling Gerard's down to his feet, and he places his legs up around Frank's waist and hands over his shoulders. "Now be a good boy and take daddy's cock, baby"
Gerard squeezed his legs around Frank, biting his lip in response to the strech, without prep and, even worse, without lube.
But it was perfect, Frank's cock was perfectly thick enough to open him so good. And these thoughts were quickly taken out his mind as the thrusts, who were slow, now became mercilessly fast and hard
"You whore," He hit the pale face again, making Gerard's eyes roll and water with pleasure "Nasty little bitch, i bet your cock throb at the thought of me doing this to you," Another hit slapped, harder this time "The thought of being degraded by me. Does that make you wet, hm? I bet it does"
"Yeah..." It's all Gerard could say. His brain was officially ruined, completely cock drunk. If you ask his name, he either would say 'Frankie' or stare at him waiting for Frank to answer who he is.
"And i bet you get so, so sad when my cock is not filling you. Is that what you were jealous of? That i might have been jerking off between rehearsals instead of cumming inside you?"
"Fuck, yeah... Yes, sir" The thought of it hit him harder than the slaps. Not being useful anymore? Not being Frank's fuck-toy? It makes him sad. "Am i not good enough for you, daddy?"
"You won't be if you keep the brat behavior, you slut" Another slap "But, i'll tell you a secret" And he approached the pale ear "Everytime i jerked off, i was only able to cum if i was watching the videos you send me" He licked Gerard's ear
"Fuck- Are you serious?"
"'Course. I can't get off without looking at your pretty face. You ruined me, baby" He pressed Gerard's belly down, thrusting even faster, feeling the orgasm approaching. One hand wrapped around Gee's cock and started masturbating it as fast as he could.
"Frankie, oh my god..." He went heaven and back with his orgasm when Frank's hand gripped around his throat and squeezed it like he was willing to kill Gerard. He felt the warmth inside and Frank moaned loud and needy, shaking, and took his cock out of his baby.
"Happy?"
"Happier than ever" He smiled warmly
"We need to go now, love."
"I know," He sighed "Can i stay here?"
"Oh and i will drive all alone?" He packed his cock inside his briefs again, looking around for his pants. "Can't believe you'll make me listen to The Smashing Pumpkins alone, baby"
"Please, Frankie. I'm all fucked up here"
He giggled "Yeah, yeah," He did his best to at least get his feet inside the right holes of the pants, hitting his head on the ceiling eventually. "Shit. Okay, rest" And gave Gerard a kiss on the cheek before opening the door and getting out of the car to get dressed.
"Frankie?" He murmured at the sight of him about to close the door
"Yes?"
"I love you"
"Even after i beated you?"
"I kinda love you more because you did it" Gerard smiled shyly
"You whore," He closed the door only to walk to the driver's side. As he got in, he waited to turn everything on before saying "But i love you too. You're a fucking slut, but i love you."