Mint and Honey (SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 12: One Thing at a Time, Greedy Gretel

Four days later, Gerard was still holed up in the loft with Frank. He was currently on day six of his rut, and it was practically over. Frank was only on day five of his heat and it was still in full swing. Gerard still had the libido and raging hormones riling him up, and he still needed sex at least three times a day. The only issue was that the rest of his body was starting to wane slightly. He was only knotting every few times that he and Frank were having sex and his dick was definitely not the size that it had been. Frank was so desperate to be filled that he didn't seem to care. Even when Gerard brought it up, Frank reassured him that his dick was still pretty big either way and it definitely helped.

Gerard had gone into the Jackson's home to get some breakfast for him and Frank when he found Wayne in the kitchen. They exchanged jokes and pleasantries before Gerard grabbed a stack of buttered toast and headed back out into the barn and up the stairs where Frank was still curled up and asleep. He smiled, setting the toast down before he went and closed the barn door, climbing back up into the loft, and sat himself down beside Frank with his legs crossed, stroking a hand through Frank's greasy hair.

"Hey." He whispered softly, "Frankie?" Frank's brows knitted at the sound and he let out a miserable grumble that only made Gerard's smile widen, "Frankie..." Gerard leaned in, "I brought breakfast."

Frank opened an eye and he looked up at Gerard with a small groan, "Breakfast?"

"Yeah, Cranky." Gerard urged, "You gotta eat if you want me to help you."

"I do want that..." Frank sat up on his elbow and rubbed his eyes. Gerard took the naked omega and pulled him onto his lap, "Also want this."

"One thing at a time, Greedy Gretel." Gerard snorted and picked up a slice of toast. He tore it in half and held the piece out for Frank to bite. Frank took a large mouthful of toast and chewed on it as he closed his eyes and lay his head in Gerard's neck. Gerard grabbed half of a cigarette that he had put out that morning. He lit it up and took a heavy drag as Frank ate his toast.

"'S good." Frank whispered, "More?"

"You've got about four slices here if you want it." Gerard smiled and Frank looked instantly more awake. Frank leaned over to grab a full slice of toast before he folded it in half and took a large bite. He chewed on it happily and just sat there with his eyes closed in his Alpha's lap. Gerard took another drag, exhaling out of the corner of his mouth away from Frank.

"Gee?" Frank asked after swallowing his food, "I have a question."

"What's up, hungry wolf?"

"Well..." Frank turned a little and hid his face completely, "Are you still sure about this? About me?"

"Never been more sure, amigo." Gerard nodded as he took one last drag of his Marlboro and dropped it into a nearby soda can, "I mean... The only time I've ever been surer of something was when I realized I also dig boys."

"So, no doubts?"

"None." Gerard shook his head, "You're like the only consistency in my life right now. That and Spider-man."

"Good to know." Frank scoffed and sat up, "I just wanted to make sure you weren't just here out of guilt or something."

"The only thing I feel guilty about is that my rut is almost over and you're still in heat." Gerard grumbled in annoyance and took a bite of his slice of toast, "God damn biology."

"You do perfectly well with your dick at either size, Way." Frank reminded him, "It's not the size that matters but how you use it."

"Yeah..." Gerard sighed, "Y'see, you say that now and then when it comes down to it, I still can't knot you out or fill you up as I should."