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Title: Grooming [chapter 6]
Author: Me
Pairing: Frankie/Gerard
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Me? Own? Pfft.
Warnings: softcore paedophilia
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.
A/N: Find the previous chapters in my journal. ^_^ Feedback is greatly appreciated.
Once Gerard had carried Frank back into the stainless kitchen and handed him another cherry coke he left Frank to cool down alone and fetched his camera. He smirked dirtily as he scanned through all of the photographs he’d snapped and then plugged the camera into his laptop. After choosing the correct program and ‘save’ he left the machines to work their magic and grabbed Frank’s shirt.
“If you put this on we could go out?” Gerard stood at the kitchen door, holding up the top.
Frankie glanced up from the tiny writing he was studying on his drinks can, “Um. Sure.”
Gee grinned and threw the shirt at Frank as he wandered off yet again. He decided to change his own shirt, due to an obsessive compulsive problem with sweat, cotton and the pores of his skin. He opted for a Iron Maiden shirt that was as black as all of his others and emblazed with the zombie character.
“Woah!” Frank gasped as he entered Gerard’s room, his own t-shirt already sticking to him, “Freaky!”
Gerard just laughed softly, shaking his head. He then grabbed his tatty, old backpack that was becoming unstitched and faded and looked through it’s contents thoroughly. He brushed past Frank as he left the room and offered his hand. Eagerly, Frank took it and they left Gerard’s air-conditioned apartment.
They left the apartment block behind and Gerard lead the way. Frank knew where they were going though, a park. He liked the park because it had shiny red skate ramps, an ice-cream stand quacking ducks.
“I don’t have my board!” Frank whined, an adorable pout playing on his lips. He kicked up some loose stones which were underfoot and shoved his fists deep inside his denim pockets.
“Oh…well, I’d take you home to collect but we’d haveta go pick up my car, and yeah.”
Frank nodded, “Yeah. It’d take too long.”
Once they got past the majestic park gates Frank scanned over the skate ramps, squealing when he saw an acquaintance. Branden. Branden, who didn’t know too well, but he was cute and Gerard’s supposed age (seventeen) with a spare board. Just like a small child Frank spun around on his heels and tugged at Gerard’s watch adorned wrist.
“Can I go skate? Please? Can I?” He pleaded with syrupy, puppy dog eyes and a soft lilt to his voice.
“Um, sure you can. Who are you going to hang with though?” Gerard queried.
Frank thought that a little odd, because they’d only been talking for three days, and they’d only clapped eyes on each hours before but already Gerard was being over-protective.
“Branden.”
“And which one is he?”
Frank gestured to the oldest kid skating, who was flipping his board beneath him. Frank’s right fist was still clamped around Gerard’s left arm and he still had wide, begging eyes- Gerard could hardly decline that face what it wanted.
“Sure then Frankie, but come back when I call, okay? Be careful!” Gerard ordered, and then waggled his fingers at Frank who was darting off. He found a shaded spot under some thick trees and sat cross legged with his bag opened. He rooted through a tube of sunscreen, some candy, two bottles of water and an emergency umbrella until he found a small note pad and stick of smudgy, black kohl.
Meanwhile, Frank was chatting with Branden and a few other boys. He was holding a borrowed board tucked under his arm and grinning a little shyly as he described who he had visited the park with. All eyes fell on Gerard who was now flicking his kohl across a thin page in his book. He looked incredibly gorgeous in the early afternoon light. The sun beams were only just managing to break through the canopy of green above Gee and he was mottled with shadow. His outlined eyes were zipping all over the page as he kept sketching and the tip of his tongue was running over his red lip.
“He’s cool, looks kind of old though.” Branden remarked.
Frank shrugged a little nervously, “He’s your age…”
“No?!” Branden exclaimed.
“He is. Honest.”
Branden shook his head in disbelief, “I doubt it, doll. Where did you meet him?”
Frank said nothing. He placed his skateboard on the floor and hopped onto it, zooming away from the others. He didn’t like the conversation, at all. He didn’t like the way it was playing on the doubts in his mind. Gerard didn’t act seventeen. He didn’t have torn posters of rock bands and mugs of day old, ice cold coffee on his bedside table. He lived alone too, and his home was still spotless and shiny. Like a rich girl’s, town house, show home straight out of a glossy magazine.
“Hey! Frank! Sorry doll! I didn’t mean to offend you, come back here.”
Being the obedient little boy that he was Frank stopped skating and turned back towards Branden. Again, he wedged the board under his arm and scurried back to him. Branden smiled and petted Frank’s fly-away hair.
“Just be careful, okay? You seem like a good kid. Don’t get hurt.”
“I will be!” Frank managed a small smile, but again he was confused. Why did all the older kids seem to swarm over to pet him and preach safety rules intermingled with compliments?
After ten or so more minutes of Frank being able to skate and clumsily swoop across the curved slopes Gerard looked up from his drawing and called Frank back over, “You’re gonna burn up!”
Frank shrugged but he could feel the poker hot heat prickling his skin so he sat in front of Gerard, back to him. Unnecessarily, Gerard pulled of Frank’s sweat soaked t-shirt and found the strong sunscreen. He squirted some into his hand and smeared the milky substance over Frank’s warm, exposed back. He massaged all of the cream into Frank and then squirted another blob into his palm.
“Twist around for me, doll.”
Frank did so and stuck his chest and stomach out at Gerard. Again, Gee rubbed the sunblock over Frank until his pop belly and dusky pink nipples were slippery but protected. He kept kneading the golden skin with his thumbs, leaving swirling prints in the now clear film of sunscreen that was making Frank’s skin greasy.
“Gee, the only things showing are my arms!” Frankie giggled, thrusting them at Gerard.
“Shush!” Gerard laughed, smearing the nice smelling cream all over Frank’s already tanned, but reddening arms. It immediately cooled them off.
“Done?” Frank asked, about to bounce up.
“Nope!” Gerard drew lines of white down Frank’s snub nose, across the apples of his speckled cheeks and a little over his lips.
Before Gee got the chance, Frank quickly rubbed it in with the back of his hand and sprung up. He picked his borrowed board back up and ran off, his sneakers sliding over the deep grass. It nipped at his exposed ankles, were his pre-faded jeans hitched up and the straw yellow tips left slight scratches.
Gerard watched Frank’s rounded ass as it disappeared back towards the other skater kids. He balled the t-shirt that Frank had left behind in his hands and inhaled the fresh, thick, summery scent of sunblock and the tang of sweat which was clinging to the air around him.
“Nymphet.” He smirked, like the first time that they had met.
Author: Me
Pairing: Frankie/Gerard
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Me? Own? Pfft.
Warnings: softcore paedophilia
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.
A/N: Find the previous chapters in my journal. ^_^ Feedback is greatly appreciated.
Once Gerard had carried Frank back into the stainless kitchen and handed him another cherry coke he left Frank to cool down alone and fetched his camera. He smirked dirtily as he scanned through all of the photographs he’d snapped and then plugged the camera into his laptop. After choosing the correct program and ‘save’ he left the machines to work their magic and grabbed Frank’s shirt.
“If you put this on we could go out?” Gerard stood at the kitchen door, holding up the top.
Frankie glanced up from the tiny writing he was studying on his drinks can, “Um. Sure.”
Gee grinned and threw the shirt at Frank as he wandered off yet again. He decided to change his own shirt, due to an obsessive compulsive problem with sweat, cotton and the pores of his skin. He opted for a Iron Maiden shirt that was as black as all of his others and emblazed with the zombie character.
“Woah!” Frank gasped as he entered Gerard’s room, his own t-shirt already sticking to him, “Freaky!”
Gerard just laughed softly, shaking his head. He then grabbed his tatty, old backpack that was becoming unstitched and faded and looked through it’s contents thoroughly. He brushed past Frank as he left the room and offered his hand. Eagerly, Frank took it and they left Gerard’s air-conditioned apartment.
They left the apartment block behind and Gerard lead the way. Frank knew where they were going though, a park. He liked the park because it had shiny red skate ramps, an ice-cream stand quacking ducks.
“I don’t have my board!” Frank whined, an adorable pout playing on his lips. He kicked up some loose stones which were underfoot and shoved his fists deep inside his denim pockets.
“Oh…well, I’d take you home to collect but we’d haveta go pick up my car, and yeah.”
Frank nodded, “Yeah. It’d take too long.”
Once they got past the majestic park gates Frank scanned over the skate ramps, squealing when he saw an acquaintance. Branden. Branden, who didn’t know too well, but he was cute and Gerard’s supposed age (seventeen) with a spare board. Just like a small child Frank spun around on his heels and tugged at Gerard’s watch adorned wrist.
“Can I go skate? Please? Can I?” He pleaded with syrupy, puppy dog eyes and a soft lilt to his voice.
“Um, sure you can. Who are you going to hang with though?” Gerard queried.
Frank thought that a little odd, because they’d only been talking for three days, and they’d only clapped eyes on each hours before but already Gerard was being over-protective.
“Branden.”
“And which one is he?”
Frank gestured to the oldest kid skating, who was flipping his board beneath him. Frank’s right fist was still clamped around Gerard’s left arm and he still had wide, begging eyes- Gerard could hardly decline that face what it wanted.
“Sure then Frankie, but come back when I call, okay? Be careful!” Gerard ordered, and then waggled his fingers at Frank who was darting off. He found a shaded spot under some thick trees and sat cross legged with his bag opened. He rooted through a tube of sunscreen, some candy, two bottles of water and an emergency umbrella until he found a small note pad and stick of smudgy, black kohl.
Meanwhile, Frank was chatting with Branden and a few other boys. He was holding a borrowed board tucked under his arm and grinning a little shyly as he described who he had visited the park with. All eyes fell on Gerard who was now flicking his kohl across a thin page in his book. He looked incredibly gorgeous in the early afternoon light. The sun beams were only just managing to break through the canopy of green above Gee and he was mottled with shadow. His outlined eyes were zipping all over the page as he kept sketching and the tip of his tongue was running over his red lip.
“He’s cool, looks kind of old though.” Branden remarked.
Frank shrugged a little nervously, “He’s your age…”
“No?!” Branden exclaimed.
“He is. Honest.”
Branden shook his head in disbelief, “I doubt it, doll. Where did you meet him?”
Frank said nothing. He placed his skateboard on the floor and hopped onto it, zooming away from the others. He didn’t like the conversation, at all. He didn’t like the way it was playing on the doubts in his mind. Gerard didn’t act seventeen. He didn’t have torn posters of rock bands and mugs of day old, ice cold coffee on his bedside table. He lived alone too, and his home was still spotless and shiny. Like a rich girl’s, town house, show home straight out of a glossy magazine.
“Hey! Frank! Sorry doll! I didn’t mean to offend you, come back here.”
Being the obedient little boy that he was Frank stopped skating and turned back towards Branden. Again, he wedged the board under his arm and scurried back to him. Branden smiled and petted Frank’s fly-away hair.
“Just be careful, okay? You seem like a good kid. Don’t get hurt.”
“I will be!” Frank managed a small smile, but again he was confused. Why did all the older kids seem to swarm over to pet him and preach safety rules intermingled with compliments?
After ten or so more minutes of Frank being able to skate and clumsily swoop across the curved slopes Gerard looked up from his drawing and called Frank back over, “You’re gonna burn up!”
Frank shrugged but he could feel the poker hot heat prickling his skin so he sat in front of Gerard, back to him. Unnecessarily, Gerard pulled of Frank’s sweat soaked t-shirt and found the strong sunscreen. He squirted some into his hand and smeared the milky substance over Frank’s warm, exposed back. He massaged all of the cream into Frank and then squirted another blob into his palm.
“Twist around for me, doll.”
Frank did so and stuck his chest and stomach out at Gerard. Again, Gee rubbed the sunblock over Frank until his pop belly and dusky pink nipples were slippery but protected. He kept kneading the golden skin with his thumbs, leaving swirling prints in the now clear film of sunscreen that was making Frank’s skin greasy.
“Gee, the only things showing are my arms!” Frankie giggled, thrusting them at Gerard.
“Shush!” Gerard laughed, smearing the nice smelling cream all over Frank’s already tanned, but reddening arms. It immediately cooled them off.
“Done?” Frank asked, about to bounce up.
“Nope!” Gerard drew lines of white down Frank’s snub nose, across the apples of his speckled cheeks and a little over his lips.
Before Gee got the chance, Frank quickly rubbed it in with the back of his hand and sprung up. He picked his borrowed board back up and ran off, his sneakers sliding over the deep grass. It nipped at his exposed ankles, were his pre-faded jeans hitched up and the straw yellow tips left slight scratches.
Gerard watched Frank’s rounded ass as it disappeared back towards the other skater kids. He balled the t-shirt that Frank had left behind in his hands and inhaled the fresh, thick, summery scent of sunblock and the tang of sweat which was clinging to the air around him.
“Nymphet.” He smirked, like the first time that they had met.