I'm sorry I don't know
Requested by thatkilljoynico
Frank Iero was not the most forgiving boss in the world. Or patient, for that matter. Or kind.
Frank Iero was an asshole of a boss.
He barked orders at his employees, and sometimes even made some of them cry. He softened up just a bit then and escorted them to a quiet place to collect themselves.
It was a known fact that Iero was married. He wore a shiny gold band on his left ring finger, and he fiddled with it while he was concentrating. Nobody had ever seen the other half of that ring. But they all wondered about it. Who was Iero married to? A trophy wife? A busty blonde who would do whatever he wanted in bed? Maybe a car model, or an actress?
But when Frank got home after a long day of work, he was always excited to cuddle up with his husband.
His husband. Gerard.
Gerard was quiet and dorky. He drew comics for a living, but because he never put his face on the books or did video interviews that much, he didn't need to worry about being recognized in public or anything.
It was another long day of work for Frank. He came home near tears and stood in the door of Gerard's office.
Gerard looked up, his bottom lip clamped between his teeth. "Honey? What's wrong?"
"Stressed," Frank answered sharply. Gerard knew; whenever Frank was stressed, all his answers were short and clipped.
"Come on, let's go to the bedroom. I can give you a massage and we can take a nice bath later." Gerard stood up and wrapped his arm around Frank's waist.
Frank let Gerard lead him down the hall and unbutton his shirt. He folded it neatly and placed it on their dresser, then had Frank lay down.
Gerard straddled the backs of his thighs and rubbed some lotion into his hands, trying to warm it up a bit, and then slid his hands over Frank's bare back. Frank relaxed instantly, his eyes closing and melting under his husband's touch.
"Does that feel good?" Gerard asked, rubbing little circles in Frank's tensed shoulders, trying to work all the knots out. Frank hummed deeply in reply. "Stressful day?"
Frank moaned softly as Gerard pushed at his shoulders, digging his fingers into his muscles.
"Why don't you tell me what's up, honey?" Gerard asked, his voice soft and sweet.
Frank sighed and tilted his head so that his words wouldn't be muffled by the pillow. "Work event."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Family party."
"Mhm. Kids?"
"Hell no. Adults only. But we're supposed to fucking mingle."
Gerard stayed quiet for a moment. "They don't know about me?"
"I have a picture of you on my desk," Frank said honestly. "I guess anyone who sees it just assumes you're my brother or something. I hear them all wondering what kind of wife I have."
"I'm a great wife." Gerard smiled.
Frank did too. "I don't talk about my personal life. I'm just worried about losing some of their respect."
"For being gay?" Gerard flipped him over, his angry face glaring down at Frank's terrified one. "Oh no. Not on my watch. Let me show you the gay they should be scared of."
Frank sighed happily as Gerard started unbuckling his pants.
xXx
"Ready?" Gerard asked softly, squeezing Frank's hand.
Frank took a deep breath. "Ready."
Frank opened the door to the museum where the company was having the party. Nobody paid much attention to them.
One woman did come up to them eventually, holding a glass of champagne. "Mr. Iero! How are you?"
"Fine, thank you, Courtney," he said politely.
Courtney's eyes were on Gerard. She leaned a little closer to Frank. "Is your brother single?"
Gerard cleared his throat. "Husband. Actually."
Courtney's eyes drifted to their joined hands and matching rings. "Oh. Oh. My apologies."
Courtney was quite the gossip, and within minutes, the whole place knew that Frank was gay.
"I wonder if they know how much of a bottom bitch you are?" Gerard breathed in his ear. Frank shuddered.
No one would ever know that.
People kept coming over to congratulate them like this party was for their anniversary or something. Frank wanted to smash his head through the damn wall, but Gerard thankfully kept him from doing that.
There was a small group of employees milling around in a corner, watching the two of them.
"Can you believe how nice he actually is?" one called Ray asked, watching Mr. Iero smile and nuzzle against his husband's neck. "He's so soft."
"I saw him laugh," a girl named Lindsey said. "That was terrifying. I thought he was gonna kill me."
Lindsey's girlfriend Jamia snorted. "You guys are so clueless. He's a fucking bottom."
"Our boss? No fucking way," Lindsey scoffed.
"Trust me, you haven't worked for him," Ray said. "It's just...weird. He's so nice."
Mr. Iero was sharing a kiss with his husband, his eyes closed. He pulled away smiling, and the three of them could see him saying I love you to his husband.
"I'm blackmailing him with this." Lindsey downed the rest of her champagne.
xXx
"Everyone is staring at us," Frank mumbled, looking down as Gerard stroked his hair.
"I know." Gerard hummed. "But at least you can be happy at work."
Frank grumbled and buried his face in Gerard's neck.
Now everyone was gonna think he was nice.
