The Babysitter (frerard)

Chapter 5: Don't take his unicorns away

Happy Birthday, Mikey. You're actually 37 now! Ahh, stop growing!! Anyways love you <3

Frank's POV: 

My mother has notified me that Donna has a request. Donna wants me to stay at her house for a while, while she and Donald go visit New York. They're pretty lucky if you asked me. 

Linda has told Donna that I was able to stay at the Way's household. I quickly went up to my room, packing my clothes and bathroom utensils inside my duffel bag. I've also decided to bring Pansy too, I can't leave them alone with their strings unplayed. 

I went downstairs, meeting my mom there, waiting for me.

"I'll see you later, mom." I smiled, excited to stay under the same roof with Gerard. I hugged my mom, knowing that I'll be missing her.

"I love you, ok?" She said, hugging me back as well. She gave me a tight hug like her life depended on it.

"I know and I love you too." I said, pulling back. I opened the front door and stepped outside. My mom behind the door and ready to close. "Bye."

"Stay safe, Frank." She said before closing the door. 

I got inside my car, placing my bag at the passenger seat. The radio was on and playing 1979 by Smashing Pumpkins, already setting my mood in. With that, I drove to the Way's home.

I arrived to their house, already at their front door. I formed my hand into a fist, ready to knock. The door swung open and I stand to find Gerard.

"Uh, hey Frank." He said, stepping aside for me to enter. I slowly walked in, setting my bag at the nearest couch.

"Sup, Gee?" I smirked, waving my hand a bit at him before putting it back down. "How're you?"

He shrugged, about to make his way upstairs. "It's fine, I guess. You?"

"Fabulous." I grinned, giving him a wink.

"That's nice," He replied, ignoring my wink. "I'll talk to you later, kay'?" Before he let me respond, he was already walking upstairs, disappearing in his room. 

It was odd for him to be acting like that. Few days ago, he was sort of opening up to me. But now he's just being quiet.

I walked upstairs, every step making a small noise, making me slightly cringe. I opened Mikey's door, finding him still asleep. I slowly closed the door and turned around, being face to face with Gerard's bedroom door.

I hear small sounds coming from the other side and I also hear, a vibrator? I couldn't help but feel a small twitch on my erection. I took hold of the door knob, slowly but quickly turning it. I pushed the door and I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a beautiful scene.

Gerard had his legs apart, a vibrator inside his hole, and moans escaping from his throat. His eyes were shut close, thinking no one was inside. I cleared my throat, trying to catch his attention, and I did.

His eyes fluttered open and once he realizes that I'm here watching him fuck his little hole, he cheeks turn tinted pink.

"F- Frank?" He asked, jumping slightly from my presence. "What- why are you here?"

"Sugar, you were being a little too loud." I smirked, seeing Gerard resuming with his time. "You are very much a bottom."

"I'm not.." Gerard moaned, making a small bulge through my skinny jeans. "Ah..."

"Babe, if you continue this, then I'll very much fuck you here and now." I said sternly, I still couldn't help but watch and enjoy the great view. Gerard quickly turned off the vibrator and he comes a bit. He takes the vibrator out of him and places it inside a drawer.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Gerard asked, panting a bit.

"Gerard, your little brother is right across from your room. Have your ever hear of locking the door?" I returned the question, crossing my arms.

"Whatever," He muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Why were you fucking yourself anyway?" I asked, smirking a bit. "Was it because I'm here?"

"In your dreams, Iero." He replied, answering my second question first. "And that's none of your business."

"Put your clothes on." I say, leaning against the door. Gerard sighed, slipping his sweatpants back on and putting on his shirt.

"Happy?" Gerard asked, raising his hands a bit before setting back to his sides.

"Not really, but thanks for the show." I said, winking at him. I left the room, leaving him with flushed cheeks. I quickly went to the bathroom, fixing the small problem in my pants.

After that, I walked downstairs, entering the living room. I flicked the T.V on, a cartoon that I couldn't recognize popped on the screen.

"Frankie?" I heard someone say. I shoot my head towards the voice, spotting a tired look Mikey. I patted on my lap, smiling at him. Mikey slowly walks towards me and sits on my lap. His arms go around my neck, his face on my chest, Mikey focusing on the T.V. 

"What are you doing here, Frankie?" He asks, his small head pulling from my chest to look at me.

"I'll be staying here for a while." I told him, a smile spreading on Mikey's lips.

"Really?" Mikey asked and I nodded.

"I'm definitely positive." I confirmed and Mikey's smile just widens.

"Yay! I'm so excited." Mikey said cheerfully. "We can color, watch cartoons, go to the park, and we can jump on the trampoline!"

Those last words has caught my mind. A freaking trampoline! I didn't even fucking know. "Hell yeah, we're definitely jumping on the fucking trampoline!"

"Frank!" I hear and I assumed it was Gerard. I turned and looked at him, who's in the middle of the staircase, glaring at me. "Watch your profanity!"

"Fucking!" Mikey yelled, giggling afterwards. Gerard and I shot glares at Mikey, who just whimpered.

"Mikey, you say one more cuss word and I'll take away all your unicorns." Gerard scowled.

"No, Gee! Not my unicorns!" Mikey shouted, almost in tears. "Frankie, tell him no."

"Sorry, honey, but your brother is right." I said, giving Mikey a small smile.

Suddenly, Mikey was in tears. "Don't take my unicorns away!"

"Mikey, stop crying." I told him, but he still cried.

"Michael James Way! If you keep misbehaving, I will take all your unicorns away." Gerard stated, Mikey stopping his tears right away.

"You're mean, Gee." Mikey commented, hiding his face on my chest.

"Mikey, you want spankies?" I asked, Mikey quickly shot up his head and same goes for Gerard.

"No, Frankie! I stopped crying, please just no." Mikey begged.

"Frank, if you lay a hand on my brother, you're dead." Gerard growled.

"I'm kidding, guys! Learn to take a joke!" I laughed, while the brothers just exchange looks. Gerard went back to his room and Mikey just focused on the T.V again.