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Title: Grooming [chapter 5]
Author: Me
Pairing: Frankie/Gerard
Rating: R
Warnings: Hinted paedophilia
Disclaimer: I always forget these things!! I do not own. This DID NOT happen! Oh, and cut lyrics by MxPx!
Summary: [AU] Frankie's a Mommy's boy and Gerard is a lonely man who stumbles across the fourteen year old on his travels around the big bad world of internet chatrooms.
Dedications: Soaf just because...um, yesh, because her furriend was meeeean. To Ellis for being a nice chav and to...tooo xsp_luverx because she's cool. :)
Smooth, baby soft fingers slid across Frank’s cheek and brushed past his eyelashes. They weren’t harsh or brutal, they were warm but shivering and Frank used up every ounce of energy he had left to prise his eyes open. Gee was staring at him, close up so that he was slightly blurry. The only thing that was truly clear about him was the collection of teardrop diamonds resting in the hollow before his cheekbones.
“I am seventeen, I promise.”
Frank couldn’t argue. Gerard seemed so desperate, a sickly sheen gleaming on his brow, tears sliding down his cheeks in trails made murky by his eye make-up.
“I’m…sorry.” He whispered eventually, reaching out to wrap his little arms around Gerard.
Gerard melted against him, placing his wide hand on Frank’s head to gently press it against his shoulder. Frank didn’t argue at all, his heart pounded more in his chest, and he found himself adopting Gerard’s nervous shivering, but overall he was comfortable. Gerard held him tighter, but it was more caring than restrictive. Gerard rubbed his back too, but his hand never snaked up his t-shirt or anything more, it just stroked soft circles around his shoulder blades and down towards his waist.
“Silly Frankie.” Gerard sighed, “You are a silly little boy, yes?”
“I am.”
“You know I wouldn’t lie to you, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Great!”
Gerard jumped up and away from the embrace and wandered over to his laptop. He fiddled about, clicking and huffing until Blink 182’s ‘Story Of A Lonely Guy’ came blaring out from the excellent speakers attached to the computer. He turned and smiled softly at Frank, pleased with himself for having the intelligence to actually download some songs that’d make his stories believable. Besides, the title ‘Story Of A Lonely Guy’ had jumped out at him in a fitting sort of way.
“I like this one.” Frank grinned back, relaxing a little more in his seat.
“Um, great! Me too!” Gerard nodded and collected sheets of paper from his printer tray; photos of his little friend.
He twisted little balls of blue-tack off of a bigger lump and stuck the pieces of paper to his wall. They looked out of place beside the framed black and white images and the kohl sketches but to Gerard they were the most beautiful things in the room. In his home. In the whole damn apartment block. Frank just blushed, silently, when he saw the bad quality snaps of grinning him, contrasting greatly with the pastel blue walls.
“May I have some more?” Gerard asked, grabbing his digital camera from the computer table and tugging it out of it’s leather pouch.
Frank wasn’t sure. He chewed on his chapped lip and played with his fingers in his lap. Gerard pleaded with his honey hazel eyes and stroked the zooming lens of his camera. He was already picturing some of the breathtaking poses he could coax Frank in to.
“I…I guess.” Frank stuttered, bracing himself on the creased leather of the couch.
“Awesome! Up up!” Gerard grabbed Frankie and literally dragged him off to the next room.
A bedroom.
A bedroom which was also painted blue but a much deeper shade, like winter night skies. The carpet beneath their feet was a luxurious, fluffy white shag affair which almost seemed to swallow them up within it’s downy, snowy jaws. There were also much bigger black and white photographs on the walls in here, little girls and little boys innocently playing; building sandcastles on the beach, jumping with a rope or poking down lanes of dominoes. Frank’s Mom had some but they didn’t freak Frankie out like these.
“Who are they?” Frank asked, gulping.
“Oh…um…those?” Gerard rubbed his hand over the back of his neck, “Nobody I know. I just liked them?”
“Oh.” Frank said nothing more.
Neither did Gerard for a short while. He slid of his dress shirt, now feeling the heat, and tugged at his Misfit’s t-shirt which was clinging to him. He found some props (a big bear, a lion cub plushie and a beanbag made from a similar material to the floor) and began setting them up in silence. He also began formulating the answers in his mind to questions inquisitive Frank might ask.
“Okay. Ready.” He whispered.
Frankie spoke right on cue, “Why do you have this stuff?”
“I had a photographer stage. I like cuddly toys too.”
“Oh…” This made sense. Frankie saw no reason to argue.
“Could you just sit on the beanbag for now, please?”
With a slight nod, Frankie did as he’d been asked. He sat down with a thud and his knees automatically rose up to his chest because of his position. He rested his chin the small dip between his knees and kneaded the furry material of his cushion whilst Gerard snapped a few shots. The strong light that seeped in through the slits in the blinds made Frankie glow, a halo appearing around his smooth hair.
“Perfect!” Gerard beamed, as his finger clicked the oval button of the camera over and over again, “Now…hm, sit in the bear’s lap?”
Frank managed a little giggle as he cuddled back against the huge, silvery polar bear and held it’s paws around his middle. He rested his head back into bear’s shoulder and grinned wide so that his little, button nose creased up and all of his pearly teeth showed.
“Yes! You’re so cute, doll, kiss the bear’s nosey for me?”
Chuckling more, Frank leant up and pressed his lips to the felt nose, cupping it’s feathery cheek with his own hand. He twisted so that he was curled right into the huge cuddly toy and twirled his own hair. On Gerard’s command he kissed to the fuzzy neck of the bear some more.
“Well done. Okay…now Simba? That’s what I named the lion!”
“Do I cuddle Simba?” Frank asked as he crawled out of the vast bear’s grasp and scooped up the golden cub.
“Hm…how about…a,” Gerard paused to think up something cute, “I know, a play fight!”
“Oh yeah!” Frank giggled, again.
“And…could you take your t-shirt off for me?”
Quickly, Frank tore off the top, too immersed in the fun he was having to really think about the request. He bared a completely flat, suntanned chest which lead to a little pudge of tummy. His nipples were small and more pink than the rest of his skin and they made Gerard’s heart twitch. Suddenly embarrassed, Frank wrapped his hairless arms tightly around his torso.
“Hey, doll. No need to hide.”
Shyly, Frank shrugged. His cheeks were glowing a self-conscious pink.
“I know!” Gerard took of his own shirt and showed his pasty white skin, his chest and stomach more toned than Frank’s. It seemed to work though because slowly Frank moved his own arms away and sat up straight, “Good boy!” Gerard praised him.
Frank smiled and moved on to his back, placing the lion on his chest and gripping it tightly. He wriggled about as if he was wrestling about and beyond pleased (and turned on) Gerard took numerous photographs. He sidestepped over to the window and opened the blinds completely so that buttery light flooded the room and soaked Frank. It made his skin even more golden and made the round, dark, glassy eyes of the lion sparkle and flash.
“Magic.” Gerard gasped, as he was informed that his card had no space left. He placed the camera on his table and scooped Frank up instead.
Frank didn’t fight it all, he was still chucking, slightly sweaty from his ‘fight’ with the inanimate animal who he’d just left bedraggled on the floor. Cradling Frank comfortably Gerard walked him back into the kitchen, kissing his hair quickly, so that fast that Frank didn’t even notice.
“You want more cherry coke?”
“Yes please!”
Author: Me
Pairing: Frankie/Gerard
Rating: R
Warnings: Hinted paedophilia
Disclaimer: I always forget these things!! I do not own. This DID NOT happen! Oh, and cut lyrics by MxPx!
Summary: [AU] Frankie's a Mommy's boy and Gerard is a lonely man who stumbles across the fourteen year old on his travels around the big bad world of internet chatrooms.
Dedications: Soaf just because...um, yesh, because her furriend was meeeean. To Ellis for being a nice chav and to...tooo xsp_luverx because she's cool. :)
Smooth, baby soft fingers slid across Frank’s cheek and brushed past his eyelashes. They weren’t harsh or brutal, they were warm but shivering and Frank used up every ounce of energy he had left to prise his eyes open. Gee was staring at him, close up so that he was slightly blurry. The only thing that was truly clear about him was the collection of teardrop diamonds resting in the hollow before his cheekbones.
“I am seventeen, I promise.”
Frank couldn’t argue. Gerard seemed so desperate, a sickly sheen gleaming on his brow, tears sliding down his cheeks in trails made murky by his eye make-up.
“I’m…sorry.” He whispered eventually, reaching out to wrap his little arms around Gerard.
Gerard melted against him, placing his wide hand on Frank’s head to gently press it against his shoulder. Frank didn’t argue at all, his heart pounded more in his chest, and he found himself adopting Gerard’s nervous shivering, but overall he was comfortable. Gerard held him tighter, but it was more caring than restrictive. Gerard rubbed his back too, but his hand never snaked up his t-shirt or anything more, it just stroked soft circles around his shoulder blades and down towards his waist.
“Silly Frankie.” Gerard sighed, “You are a silly little boy, yes?”
“I am.”
“You know I wouldn’t lie to you, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Great!”
Gerard jumped up and away from the embrace and wandered over to his laptop. He fiddled about, clicking and huffing until Blink 182’s ‘Story Of A Lonely Guy’ came blaring out from the excellent speakers attached to the computer. He turned and smiled softly at Frank, pleased with himself for having the intelligence to actually download some songs that’d make his stories believable. Besides, the title ‘Story Of A Lonely Guy’ had jumped out at him in a fitting sort of way.
“I like this one.” Frank grinned back, relaxing a little more in his seat.
“Um, great! Me too!” Gerard nodded and collected sheets of paper from his printer tray; photos of his little friend.
He twisted little balls of blue-tack off of a bigger lump and stuck the pieces of paper to his wall. They looked out of place beside the framed black and white images and the kohl sketches but to Gerard they were the most beautiful things in the room. In his home. In the whole damn apartment block. Frank just blushed, silently, when he saw the bad quality snaps of grinning him, contrasting greatly with the pastel blue walls.
“May I have some more?” Gerard asked, grabbing his digital camera from the computer table and tugging it out of it’s leather pouch.
Frank wasn’t sure. He chewed on his chapped lip and played with his fingers in his lap. Gerard pleaded with his honey hazel eyes and stroked the zooming lens of his camera. He was already picturing some of the breathtaking poses he could coax Frank in to.
“I…I guess.” Frank stuttered, bracing himself on the creased leather of the couch.
“Awesome! Up up!” Gerard grabbed Frankie and literally dragged him off to the next room.
A bedroom.
A bedroom which was also painted blue but a much deeper shade, like winter night skies. The carpet beneath their feet was a luxurious, fluffy white shag affair which almost seemed to swallow them up within it’s downy, snowy jaws. There were also much bigger black and white photographs on the walls in here, little girls and little boys innocently playing; building sandcastles on the beach, jumping with a rope or poking down lanes of dominoes. Frank’s Mom had some but they didn’t freak Frankie out like these.
“Who are they?” Frank asked, gulping.
“Oh…um…those?” Gerard rubbed his hand over the back of his neck, “Nobody I know. I just liked them?”
“Oh.” Frank said nothing more.
Neither did Gerard for a short while. He slid of his dress shirt, now feeling the heat, and tugged at his Misfit’s t-shirt which was clinging to him. He found some props (a big bear, a lion cub plushie and a beanbag made from a similar material to the floor) and began setting them up in silence. He also began formulating the answers in his mind to questions inquisitive Frank might ask.
“Okay. Ready.” He whispered.
Frankie spoke right on cue, “Why do you have this stuff?”
“I had a photographer stage. I like cuddly toys too.”
“Oh…” This made sense. Frankie saw no reason to argue.
“Could you just sit on the beanbag for now, please?”
With a slight nod, Frankie did as he’d been asked. He sat down with a thud and his knees automatically rose up to his chest because of his position. He rested his chin the small dip between his knees and kneaded the furry material of his cushion whilst Gerard snapped a few shots. The strong light that seeped in through the slits in the blinds made Frankie glow, a halo appearing around his smooth hair.
“Perfect!” Gerard beamed, as his finger clicked the oval button of the camera over and over again, “Now…hm, sit in the bear’s lap?”
Frank managed a little giggle as he cuddled back against the huge, silvery polar bear and held it’s paws around his middle. He rested his head back into bear’s shoulder and grinned wide so that his little, button nose creased up and all of his pearly teeth showed.
“Yes! You’re so cute, doll, kiss the bear’s nosey for me?”
Chuckling more, Frank leant up and pressed his lips to the felt nose, cupping it’s feathery cheek with his own hand. He twisted so that he was curled right into the huge cuddly toy and twirled his own hair. On Gerard’s command he kissed to the fuzzy neck of the bear some more.
“Well done. Okay…now Simba? That’s what I named the lion!”
“Do I cuddle Simba?” Frank asked as he crawled out of the vast bear’s grasp and scooped up the golden cub.
“Hm…how about…a,” Gerard paused to think up something cute, “I know, a play fight!”
“Oh yeah!” Frank giggled, again.
“And…could you take your t-shirt off for me?”
Quickly, Frank tore off the top, too immersed in the fun he was having to really think about the request. He bared a completely flat, suntanned chest which lead to a little pudge of tummy. His nipples were small and more pink than the rest of his skin and they made Gerard’s heart twitch. Suddenly embarrassed, Frank wrapped his hairless arms tightly around his torso.
“Hey, doll. No need to hide.”
Shyly, Frank shrugged. His cheeks were glowing a self-conscious pink.
“I know!” Gerard took of his own shirt and showed his pasty white skin, his chest and stomach more toned than Frank’s. It seemed to work though because slowly Frank moved his own arms away and sat up straight, “Good boy!” Gerard praised him.
Frank smiled and moved on to his back, placing the lion on his chest and gripping it tightly. He wriggled about as if he was wrestling about and beyond pleased (and turned on) Gerard took numerous photographs. He sidestepped over to the window and opened the blinds completely so that buttery light flooded the room and soaked Frank. It made his skin even more golden and made the round, dark, glassy eyes of the lion sparkle and flash.
“Magic.” Gerard gasped, as he was informed that his card had no space left. He placed the camera on his table and scooped Frank up instead.
Frank didn’t fight it all, he was still chucking, slightly sweaty from his ‘fight’ with the inanimate animal who he’d just left bedraggled on the floor. Cradling Frank comfortably Gerard walked him back into the kitchen, kissing his hair quickly, so that fast that Frank didn’t even notice.
“You want more cherry coke?”
“Yes please!”