Gerard was too weak to do anything on his own the first two weeks. He was utterly and completely pissed. He hated having to depend on others to get him to his office, back to Billie's room, to his room to make sure Frank fell asleep, so on and so forth. He hated that he was almost like a toddler again. He couldn't do anything without someone's supervision. He even needed help just to take a piss. That was the worst part. Though Frank usually volunteered to help him as much as he could-being Gerard's bodyguard and all-it only made Gerard more upset. He had ruined everything. He couldn't help but think, though, as to why he had been upset that Frank could speak again. Of course, he had ruined all chances for Frank ever speaking again, he felt like it was for the best.
On the contrary, Frank felt that Gerard was just as much himself as he had always been. He still barked orders, still threatened everyone, was still an all-around asshole. Except to Frank. No one questioned it, no one went against it. Frank was just his bodyguard that Gerard loved with much more heart than they thought he had in him. All his workers and underlings had always thought he was a genius. A mad man, of course, but a genius. Constantly replicating some of the most dangerous weapons created by the government and trading them off to the other more well-known mafia bosses in exchange for money. He used all the money to cheaply make the weapons (cheap but sturdy) and the rest went to pay for the expenses of owning the building. Any extra money went to the workers he had that had families. He wouldn't give any money to the men who had wives, though. He knew that they were probably sleeping with other men while their husbands were away. Nothing different from husbands-who were soldiers in the army, navy, etc.- deployed to foreign countries to fight wars. They come home to their wife admitting to cheating and everything they ever believed in was no more.
"Frank?" He whispered. A month. He had had to wait that long to be able to walk and move on his own. Billie said he was recovering faster and better than he had predicted. Gerard was in his office and Frank had been sitting in a chair next to him. Not long ago Gerard had seen him pull his knees up to his chest and pull a small blanket around his shoulders. When Gerard turned to look at Frank after a while, he saw that Frank was fast asleep, curled up in the chair, a small trail of drool out of the right corner of his mouth, which was resting on his shoulder. Gerard laughed quietly and started to save his work, in turn shutting down all the computers in the room.
When the only thing left on in the room was the small desk light, Gerard slipped his right arm under Frank's back and the other under his knees, cradling the small barely-adult to his chest tightly. Protectively. He opened the door with elbow and flicked the switch off with his tongue. Letting the door shut behind them, he slowly made his way to their room. He knew that if Billie saw him, he would get his ass kicked, but he couldn't bring himself to have called for anyone else to carry his Frank. His. No one else's. He knew it was over protective of him, but Frank was one of the only things left in his life worth living for. If anyone else so much as touched Frank-other than Billie Joe-he would have had the barrel of his gun pressed against their temple and he would have given them a ten second window to set Frank down gently.
"Frankie." He murmured, pressing a kiss to said boy's forehead. He knew Frank wasn't a boy, technically, but that was how he felt, cradled there in Gerard's arms. Frank didn't wake, but he nuzzled his cheek against its spot on Gerard's chest. The older-and taller-of the two smiled at this and opened their door with his elbow, just as he had with the office door. It shut behind them and Frank still didn't stir, even when Gerard set his sleeping form on the bed.
Gerard brushed Frank's hair off of his face and smiled. Such smooth, unmarred skin... For now. Frank would get hurt again. He was near Gerard. Anyone close to him always got hurt. When Gerard pressed a kiss to the smaller man's lips, he closed his eyes tightly and let them linger there for a moment.
