Playing with power //// Frerard

Back to hell

lowkey kinda love-hate this chapter

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Frank wandered through the house with his teeth clamped over his lower lip, his eyes glancing about as he tried to think of something to do.

Gerard had been real busy for three days now and Frank hadn't seen much of him... not since the day they had sat in the garden and then gone to bed together. The problem with having free reign round the house was that it gave him the illusion that he'd have lots to do, but actually he was feeling more bored than ever. He had explored every room and even considered trying to pick the lock to get into Gerard's before deciding it was probably best to leave it. The little time he had spent with Gerard over the past few days had been worryingly pleasant and Frank still felt in a daze.

The older man seemed to be more tense than usual but Frank gathered he was probably just having trouble 'at work'. He and Mikey certainly didn't look as if they were getting along, not that Frank often saw them together. Only really at meal times but then he was usually too preoccupied with his food to pay much attention to the Way brothers.

Either way, the men had been out of the house most days and Frank had been left mostly to his own devices. He had sat in the living room and gazed out the window longingly a lot, and thought about the garden and the many different places he could explore there. He longed to go outside, but Gerard had made it quite clear he could only go in the garden if he asked first. But how could he ask if Gerard was never here?

Too late Frank wished that he had asked Gerard over dinner the night before if he could go into the garden today. He had just been so into the delicious pasta they'd been served that all he could think about was how hungry he had been and what they were going to have for dessert....

"Hm." Frank wandered into the kitchen with a small frown, gazing around as he chewed on his lower lip. He was being so well behaved recently, he was even wearing his collar even though Gerard wasn't around and he could get away with taking it off for a little while. Surely Gerard wouldn't mind if he went into the garden just for a little while... and who was to say the older man would have to know anyway? If the chef or the gardener told him then Frank could just explain that he had meant to ask but forgotten, and hell, if he needed to he'd make it up to the older man. He was pretty sure now that he could use seduction to get away with things.

With this decided Frank figured he may as well risk it and started to make his way across the kitchen towards the French doors that led outside. The chef was in his usual spot by the stove but he paid no attention to Frank as he started to slide the doors open. Frank always felt invisible around the other house staff; he guessed Gerard probably instructed them not to pay him any mind.

Ignored entirely by the chef, Frank slid out of the French doors and into the warm garden, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulled the door shut again and started to walk across the grass. His feet were bare and it felt indescribably good to have the soft grass pressing against the soles again.

Frank slowed his pace right down so that he could gaze around properly, taking in every beautiful flower and allowing their sweet scent to wash through his senses as he padded across the grass. He could hear the faint trickle of the pond nearby and knew that he wanted to go there first and dip his feet in like before. He was sure Gerard wouldn't mind, hell, maybe the older man could join him when he got home. It might even cheer him up.

Frank grinned as he started going in the direction he knew the pond was in, but he didn't get far before a soft female voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Should you be out here?"

Frank jumped in surprise at the sound of the voice and quickly turned with a guilty expression on his face to see the gardener gazing back at him. She was wearing a pair of gardener's gloves and had a small pair of shears in her hands, her eyes wide as she stared at Frank. Her long black hair was pulled into a ponytail and for a second Frank just couldn't find his tongue.