Frank's fingers scratch down Gerard's back as he moves against him, blunt, bitten down nails leaving faint lines. He gasps, jaw moving but no sound coming out. The feeling of their bodies crammed against eachother, desperate as they move and try to grab hold of something - friction, heat, anything - was almost too much. His hands slip on Gerard's shoulders, palms sliding on the sweat, and end up working their way into his hair as they pull eachother in for a biting kiss.

Their actions slow, now less frantic, the pace of their hips calming. Their pants fill the room, breaths quick and sharp as they fumble at eachothers bodies. Gerard's hands move from Frank's hips, one sliding over his chest as the other moved downwards. Frank whimpers with want, connecting their mouths again until they break away for breath. Gerard mouths at Frank's neck, rubbing his hands across his hips before biting at the soft skin under his jaw. Frank shudders and Gerard feels his hips jerk under his hands.

"Christ, fuck," Gerard grunts, one arm tight around Frank's back as the other jacked him off. He lets Frank slump against him and breathe heavily into his neck. Gerard groans when Frank begins to bite and suck at his collarbone, hand tightening on the boy's dick.

He never imagined Frank would be like this. When he first saw him he thought that, obviously, the boy was fucking gorgeous and even more so naked, but Jesus Christ Gerard never thought he'd be getting Frank off to get himself off. In Gerard's mind, it would've been Frank doing everything in his right mind to make Gerard come, not the other way around.

He's snapped out of his thoughts by Frank cursing in his ear and a long whine following it, then warmth suddenly covering his stomach. He stares down at it for a moment before he realises that Frank just came. Oh.

He replays the sound in his head and shudders, Frank coming was a sound he could listen to on repeat.


The first thing Gerard learns about the boy is that he's quiet.

The first day he's at Gerard's apartment, which is like a two minute drive from the brothel, he stays in bed most of the day - Gerard gave him the spare room, because a) he needs a place for his little-to-no belongings and b) if he didn't want to sleep with Gerard after sex, he didn't have to - or just naps on the sofa. He doesn't even spare a glance at the tv hung on the wall, and Gerard figures he's not really used to having the option of such privileges. Even if it was just a screen to watch crappy reality shows on.

He watches Frank sleep, stood in the doorway to the living area with a mug of coffee held between his hands. The boy seems at his most relaxed, his body completely spread out on the couch. Gerard's not bothered by it at all.

He wanted Frank to be comfortable here, especially since here would be where he would spend most of his time. Gerard hadn't taken him to the brothel yet, so he still had that to think about. He wasn't nervous, far from it, just a little worried about Frank. He was a shy boy, he obviously didn't like being around a lot of new people. Hopefully he would just stick with Gerard or actually find someone else to talk to. Either way, Gerard didn't mind, he just hoped Frank would feel at home.


He calls Mikey later that day and asks him about Urie's background. At first he was a little hesitant to leave Frank at the aparment on his own considering it was his first day, but figured leaving a note would be okay. Plus, Gerard only wanted to check up on everyone and then speak to Mikey.

When he gets to the brothel everything seems to be in order, there's half-naked clients being transferred around as per usual so he heads straight to his office. There's a few papers scattered on his desk, but nothing else.

"Slow day," Gerard murmurs to himself, settling into his chair. He scans the papers for anything important, turns out they're just a few reminders for payments he needs to make, he can sort them out later, before scrunching them up and tossing them into the bin.

Gerard never had money problems. Not even as a child, his parents both came from rich families so they never had financial struggles. Marriage problems maybe, but even then the divorce was easy. Gerard was too young to remember what it was like and his mother was pregnant with Mikey when the papers were confirmed and his parents went their seperate ways. He figures it was for the best anyway.

When his father died he and Mikey split the inheritance, and then gradually put it into the family business. The brothel was from his father's side and his mother had never been accepting of it. Gerard's grandfather had told him that some people came with a price that other people were willing to pay for their own greed, and so Gerard was given the brothel. He felt he had no other choice but to honour his father's wishes and continue the business.

At first he was ashamed of himself, how could he continue such a disgusting business? How could he let these men buy and sell young men and women for their own pleasure? So he started purchasing his own, and he kept them. He gave them food, clothes and a home. He kept them safe and gave them respect. Hell, he even gave them money if they needed it. Gerard was an all-round generous man and no-one could say otherwise.

When he finally calls Mikey, they only speak for a few minutes.

"I know the name," Mikey says, voice wary. "Why?"

"I need some information about him," Gerard keeps it casual, as if Mikey couldn't see through him anyway.

"Hm, I'll see what I can do," He sounds bored, he probably is, so Gerard says his thanks before hanging up.


He gets back to his apartment after it's dark, around half-past ten, and the hallway is dark. He dumps his bag by the door and hangs his jacket up before quietly treading to the living room. He expects Frank to be on the sofa still, Gerard imagines he probably slept most of the day anyway, but he's not. Gerard shrugs it off, flicking off the lights as he heads for his bedroom.

He takes a quick shower and then climbs into bed. He lays on his back for a while, letting his eyes trail aimlessly as his thoughts wandered. He wondered what Frank had done all day, if he'd eaten or drunk anything. He hoped the boy had, he didn't want him looking any more frail than he already did.

Gerard sighs, turning onto his side and closing his eyes. Tomorrow, he would take Frank to the brothel and he needed his sleep. Not only did he have work to do anyway, he also had to make sure the boy didn't get himself into any trouble.