Frerard - New Beginnings

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Frank awoke abruptly from his sleep once again. This was the second night in a row, however, that it wasn't due to a nightmare. He internally cringed at himself as he again found himself sweating and hot, hand down his boxers and hard as fuck.

He shook his head and closed his eyes, shame seeping into his bones at the realisation that he had dreamt about Gerard for the second time and again woken like a teenage boy with a raging boner that he would have to deal with. He left his hand down his pants and stroked along his hard length, trying desperately to tell himself that it was simply down to the fact that he hadn't had any in such a long time. The fact that he couldn't help but imagine Gerard between his thighs, sinking down over him, however, should really have told him that it was definitely due to the sudden appearance of the smoking hot redhead in the sleepy town that had his hormones running wild. He took his time, and once the shame had subsided, he allowed himself to enjoy getting off. He even retrieved the bottle of lube that he kept for such occasions and lathered himself up to make the intensity of his jacking off all the more pleasurable. He moaned loudly as his hand glided up and down; his other hand finding its way to his hair and yanking hard.

"Oh fuck Gerard" he found himself mumbling as he increased the speed of his hand.

He thrust up into his fist and imagined Gerard swallowing around him, ruining his throat and watching the spit run down his chin as he gorged on Frank's dick. He managed a few more minutes fantasizing about the newcomer, before jerking and spasming and coming all over himself.

It took a while for Frank to get his breath back; the intensity of his orgasm really taking it out of him. He lay for a while, allowing himself to finish his fantasy (of him and Gerard simply laying together, perhaps sharing a few sweet kisses, and stroking over each other's clammy skin), before dragging himself up from his bed, showering and forcing all thoughts of Gerard out of his head as he prepared for the day ahead.

Frank had a definite spring in his step as he left for the store that morning. It was a bright, crisp day – a little chilly but a hoodie would suffice. He shoved his earbuds into his ears and found the perfect playlist to stroll along to. He was in a good mood, which was unusual for Frank. He threw a piece of gum in his mouth, zipped up his jacket and headed to work, with an almost smile on his face.

"Gerard!" Gerard heard from somewhere in the distance. "Come on son. You're starting work today."

"Go 'way" Gerard grumbled, pulling the pillow over his head and willing his uncle to just piss off.

"Your Aunt has breakfast prepared for you. Come eat with us and then we'll head over to the store."

"No. I'm not feeling well. I need to stay in bed" Gerard replied, like a petulant child.

"Downstairs in twenty minutes son! While you're under my roof, you'll show me and your aunt some respect and do as your told. Twenty minutes!" Reg sternly told his nephew.

"Fuck you" Gerard muttered once he'd heard his uncle leave his room. He allowed himself a few more minutes in bed, before reluctantly dragging himself to the bathroom and into the shower.

"Good morning Gerard" Patricia smiled as he entered the kitchen.

"Morning" Gerard replied. He was trying to keep up the bratty kid routine, but his aunt was so nice that it wasn't all that easy.

She was in ill health – being recently diagnosed with ovarian cancer – yet she had gone out of her way to welcome her wayward nephew into her home. Gerard had no doubt that it was Patricia that had agreed to let him stay. She was naturally a caring natured woman, and Gerard found it sad to think that she'd never had her own children to fuss over. He looked at the spread that was laid out on the kitchen table (coffee, croissants, cereal, fruit, pastries) and he couldn't help but feel gratitude towards her.