takers dark lover, yep, it's what Phil's been waiting for. LadyDragonsblood, chp 15, they were so close cuz this chp was supposed to follow shortly after.. but I honestly debated on it. Admittedly, I am happy with how Gerard's characterization is coming, so thank you. Phil has been pretty patient.. Chp 16, I'm jealous that I didn't get to carve one this year, lol. I enjoy writing Jay & Heath, they're cute. I can't really stand the overdone 'baby-talk,' I've tried to balance it out. I didn't really get into the show until the end of season 2, & Daryl was what really hooked me, & the actor is just adorable. Phil never behaves.. Thank you as always, sweetheart. Pleb, Moiself, M.J's place, thank you all.

The Darkest Corners;
Chapter seventeen/ 'The Birds'
Rated; M/ L, S (popsicle, bath, touching, hand jobs, & things that'll send me to hell)

Gerard watched Adam pull out of the driveway out the window, then closed the curtains. He didn't like Mama leaving. He sank down onto the couch and started nibbling his fingers. Phil watched him for a moment, wetting his lips. He had an idea of a better use for that mouth. Gerard looked over when Phil got up and went to the kitchen. He sighed. He had to do something to pass time. At least it was just him and Phil. No other nurse or orderly or any creepy patients. He was in his home this time, not someone else's.

Phil locked the door and went to the fridge to dig through the freezer. He found what he was hoping he would. When he came back, Gerard was up and sifting through the DVDs. "What'cha doing?"

"Looking for a movie." He started to protest when Phil took his arm and pulled him away from the DVD rack.

"No no, c'mere, sit down here." Phil got down in the floor beside Gerard, holding the wrapped popsicle. "Here, you want a popsicle? It's grape."

Gerard nodded, watching him unwrap the frozen treat and nibbling his lips. He reached for the popsicle when Phil brought it close to him and waved it in front of him.

Phil pushed the boy's hands down and propped his arm up behind his shoulders on the couch cushions. "Nuh-uh. I don't want you getting messy, I'll hold it. Open." He held gingerly to the back of his head. Gerard parted his lips, eyes batting naturally. Phil smiled and pushed the tip of the popsicle past his lips and into his mouth, being careful not to shove it too far and choke him.

Gerard hummed, closing his lips around the popsicle and sucking lightly. Those little noises he was making going straight to Phil's- well.. he had only planned on entertaining himself.

Phil licked his lips. "That's it, baby, suck on it. Just lightly." He pulled the popsicle out to the tip and pushed it back in slowly, watching how Gerard's lips wrapped around it. He pulled it out, twitching at the little pop sound it made when Gerard's suction was broken.

Gerard swallowed the juices he had earned, smacked his lips and licked them. He opened his mouth back up for Phil to push the treat back in. "Mmmm.." He closed his eyes and felt Phil's hand leave his head.

"That's it.. taste good..?" Phil lifted Gerard's head up a bit, holding him under his chin, twisting the popsicle a bit as he pushed it in and out slowly. "Oh, that's good.." He watched his eyelids flutter. Fuck. "Suck, right like that.. good boy.."

Phil pulled it back out and Gerard repeated the little swallowing and lip smacking and licking. "They're cold.." He giggled sweetly. His tongue was turning purple.

Phil smiled and gave him a quick kiss. They were cold, they felt so good. "Okay.. part your lips, just a bit.. there.." He traced the shape of Gerard's lips with the tip of the popsicle, loving how the boy licked at it and kissed at the tip, sucking to get more juices. "No.. open.. stick out your tongue, baby.." He could've groaned when Gerard opened his mouth, showing off those adorable little teeth he used to love scraping his dick, poking his tongue out.

"Ahhh.." Gerard giggled slightly, feeling Phil rub the popsicle on his tongue from side to side, then back and forth. It felt cold and kind of tickled when his tongue was rubbed.

"So sweet.. my good boy.. does that taste good..?"

Gerard swallowed when the popsicle was taken away and nodded. "Uh-huh.. more?" He opened his mouth again.

"Yeah.." Phil breathed, pushing the popsicle back in and fucking it in and out of the boy's mouth. He was making these little happy noises, whimpers, swallowing. The juices ran down his chin and Phil removed the treat to lick it off and capture his lips in another kiss, shoving his tongue past his lips and deepening it.

Gerard mewled. Phil's mouth was so warm on his cold one. He tried to kiss back, he tried to keep up. The little tingles were coming back and it just felt so nice.

Phil pulled away and held the popsicle up in front of him. "Here. I want you to put your mouth on it and you're gonna do it, okay."

Gerard raised up, a little confused, but opened his mouth and slid his lips over the popsicle. He then felt Phil's hand on the nape of his neck, guiding him as he pushed the popsicle in and out of his mouth.

"Like this. I'm gonna hold it still and I want you to do it." Phil wiggled the treat a bit inside his mouth.

Gerard blinked. He really didn't understand, but the grape treat tasted so good, so who cared how he sucked it. He let Phil's hand guide him, pushing a bit as a cue to go down and fingers slightly tightening as a cue to come back up.

Phil let out a steady breath, watching Gerard bob his head, lips sliding up and down the popsicle shaft. "Oh, yes.. like that, baby.. you're doing so good.." Fuck. Fuck. Juices were running down onto his hand, but he didn't care. "Suck, baby, suck.. suck it up and swallow.." He really couldn't wait to try this on his dick.. To Gerard it was so innocent, to Phil it was porn.

Gerard nearly choked as he tried to swallow and pulled off, licking his lips repeatedly. "Sorry.." He was panting a bit and getting sticky.

"S'okay.. here, you're getting messy. Take off your shirt."

Gerard paused and blinked. "Wh-why..?"

"You don't want to ruin it, do you? Get it dirty, make Mama have to wash it, huh?" Phil reasoned.

Gerard slowly shook his head. He wasn't really concerned with what happened to his clothes when he was changed, but he didn't want Mama upset with him. So he hesitantly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it away. He flinched a bit when he felt Phil reach out and ghost his fingers up his side.

"No no.. shh.. you're so beautiful.." Phil guided Gerard back a bit, kissing him again and moving the popsicle down to his chest, letting it graze his nipple and making Gerard gasp into his mouth.

He flinched back. "That's cold.."

Phil giggled. "Sorry.." He kissed him again and then handed him the popsicle. "Here, you finish it. Then we'll clean you off." He sat back, content to watch Gerard tentatively take the popsicle in his mouth, sucking and sliding it in and out to get all the juices like he'd been taught. Phil loved how his eyes closed, those long beautiful lashes fanning out across his cheeks.

"Philly, can I ask you something.. why did you want to be rubbed there..?" He paused. "In that spot?"

Phil wet his lips. "Uh.. I.. It just feels really good."

Gerard wasn't really sure he got it. "It does..?"

"Yeah.. see, when two people are in love- you know, like boyfriends- sometimes they do things together that they don't do with others. They make love. They make each other feel good. It's like a special thing they share."

"Oh.. Mama and Daddy too?"

Phil shrugged, snickering a bit. "I don't know. That's only between them. It's something that's private. Like it's only their business what they do with each other and not everyone else's." He didn't want to explain people who slept freely with anyone.. or other loveless relations. He didn't want him to get confused about it and maybe think he had to do it with just anyone. It didn't seem appropriate.

"Oh.. okay.." Gerard went back to his popsicle.

When he was done, Phil threw the wooden stick away and picked the sticky boy up and carried him to the bathroom. "Think you need a bath."

"Mama's not 'ere.."

"You can bath yourself, can't you? Just wash yourself off? You don't want to be sticky until he gets back, do you?" Phil sat him down and started to fix the water.

No, Gerard guessed he didn't. It just felt weird having Phil helping instead of Adam. He pushed down his bottoms while Phil was busy, blushing when he looked. He got in the tub himself when the water was ready, happy for the bubbles to cover him some and started rubbing water up his arms and chest. He'd just rinse off and be okay.

Phil dunked the rag down in the water and wrung it out before squirting some soap on it. He handed it to the boy to wash with and Gerard took it, washing awkwardly. This was different and he didn't know how he felt about it. Phil sighed. "Please don't be afraid of me."

Gerard blinked. He wasn't afraid of Phil. He was just.. he felt.. He wasn't sure. Gerard shook his head. "I'm not.." It was said so small, he wasn't sure if it was said at all.

"You never need to be. I care about you too, Gee. More than Adam, different than Adam. Adam loves you, but I love you different. Get it?" Phil took the rag, washing Gerard's chest and arms.

Gerard shook his head, biting his lip. He did, but he didn't.

"Like Adam and Chris are mom and dad, they take care of you. But I'm your boyfriend. You don't kiss them like you kiss me. I feel things for you that they don't, that they feel for each other. You know how they're a couple, boyfriends, they're in love and kiss and stuff..? That's how we were.."

Gerard took a second to process this. He could understand that.. Phil moved the rag down to his belly and those butterflies came back and he tensed. His anxiety really mounted when Phil's hand traveled lower, moving between his legs and rubbing slowly. Gerard went rigid, turning his head and finding a spot on the wall to hold his attention. He was just washing him. He was okay. He'd be done soon.

Phil watched him, watched how he fought with his body's natural reaction of what it wanted and had been denied so long. "It's okay. Just relax, sweetheart, it's okay."

But Phil wasn't done soon, instead he felt him wrap the rag around him, closing it around him and stroking him. Gerard couldn't hold back that sob that escaped him. He rested his head against the back wall of the tub, his breathing deeper and unsteady and there was this little panicky feeling in his stomach that went all the way to his toes. And that funny little feeling between his legs turned to an ache. He flushed, whimpering. "Phil.. ohh.."

"That little feeling you feel.. that's normal, okay. It's natural. It's how your body is supposed to feel when you're touched here." Phil flung away the rag and wrapped his fingers around Gerard's bare cock, gaining another sob. He watched him, his legs were spread in the tub, bent at the knees, toes curling tightly against the other end of the tub. His face was still turned into the wall, scrunching up in a pained expression, nose pressed against the cool plastic of the tub wall, lips brushing against it. "How's it feel? Does it feel good?"

Gerard slowly turned his head back, but toward the ceiling, eyes closed tight. "Feels weird.. why's it feel like that..? Why..?"

Phil squeezed him a bit before stroking him slowly. He was already stiff and hard as hell in his hand. "You've never touched yourself before?"

Gerard shook his head, moaning. "Not.. su-ossed to.. ah.. bad.."

"No, sweetheart. You can touch all you want. Just in private. Feel that? How hard it is? That means your body likes it. Means you're turned on, need to be rubbed. Are you throbbing, baby? Does it hurt a little?"

Gerard swallowed, nodding. He gasped and arched as Phil's thumb rubbed across his head, teasing the slit and making him moan beyond his control. "Yes.. ahh.."

"Feels so good though, right? Just let it feel good, don't fight it, hurts more if you fight." Phil went back to stroking him, harder this time, loving how he whined and whimpered. It was raw and desperate, full of need he couldn't fake. It was primal and beautiful.

Gerard flushed, that panic growing, his heart was racing. But there was that tingle he liked. He was warm too, so warm. His tummy was warm, Phil's hand felt warm, the water felt warm. "Philly.. gotta pee.. please.." It felt kind of that way, he felt it building.

"Just let it go, baby. Relax and let it come, you're in the tub, don't worry if you make a mess."

"Noo.. I can't.. I.." And Phil was kissing him again, rubbing him harder and he was crying out, jerking in Phil's hand as those little tingles took over and made him seize up and tremble all over so hard he had to grab to the sides of the tub for support. It was amazing, and it did feel good, like relief. He wasn't sure what it was, but it wasn't peeing. It was so much better.

Phil watched Gerard as he came, letting out a string of whimpers and panting harshly. He rubbed over the head of his sensitive cock and watched his hips jerk. "How'd that feel? You like that?"

Gerard swallowed, slowly opening his eyes, still panting and cooling down. He looked over at Phil languidly. "What was that, Philly..?"

Phil smiled and kissed him. "That was an orgasm, baby. You okay?"

Gerard nodded. "Liked it.."

"Good. Now, remember what I was telling you earlier... this is just between us, like our kisses. You can't tell anyone. It's our secret, okay."

"Kay, Philly.."

"And no one else is supposed to touch you like this. Got it? Just me or you. You don't do it in front of anyone else."

Gerard paused and a different kind of panic built inside him, a bad kind. He wet his lips and nodded slowly, forgetting the panic. "Okay, Philly.. promise.."

Phil got him out and dried him off. Gerard stood, naked and flushing. After that, what really did he have to hide? But it was still new to him. Phil had started out just wanting to tease and amuse himself.. he hadn't originally intended to take it that far. But really, the timing couldn't have been more perfect. He'd be foolish to pass it up.

He wrapped the towel around Gerard's shoulders and lifted him up, the boy's legs wrapping around his waist. Phil shuddered and carried him to the living room to sit down on the couch. He kissed his neck, down to his collarbone. Gerard was always so soft after a bath, his skin felt so good, he smelled so good. He used to love getting a hold of him after a shower or bath- to Gerard's usual annoyance.

Gerard felt Phil's breath against his throat. "So that's why you wanted me to rub you.. there..?"

Phil's lips brushed across his throat. "Yeah.."

The sound of Phil's voice and the way he was placing kisses along his neck and up and down his chest was doing strange things to him. Phil's hands rubbed up his back and the towel slipped off. He turned around to get it, but was stopped. He felt exposed.

"No no.. it's okay.." He held him back to look at him, licking his lips. Gerard averted his eyes, nibbling his lip and looking all shy. Fuck, he was hard. He pulled the boy back closer. "You're so soft.."

He felt Phil's hand move down to his butt and he tensed a little, but Phil quickly moved it and grabbed to his hips to pull them closer, grinding up against him. He groaned, still so sensitive. Phil pushed him back again, kissing down his chest to lick across a pink nipple, kissing it before wrapping his lips around it and sucking softly. He felt Gerard's hips jerk and his fingers tighten in Phil's shirt, heard that sharp intake of breath.

Gerard wet his lips and swallowed. He was thinking on his next move. Tentatively he reached down between them, cupping between Phil's legs like the last time, rubbing experimentally..

Phil groaned and arched. "Oh, fuck.." He hadn't meant to cuss in front of him, but given the circumstances, he guessed a fucking curse word wasn't going to hurt. Phil leaned back against the couch, eyes scanning over Gerard and watching him, seeing what he'd do.

Gerard was watching what he was doing, looking back from his hand on Phil's crotch to his own flushed cock. He looked up when Phil giggled and blushed.

"What? You just look so cute." Phil let his fingertips brush against Gerard's cock. "You like it?"

Gerard nodded, flushing brilliantly.

"Uhm.. here, you wanna see mine..?" Phil pushed his hand away and unfastened his pants, reaching inside to bring out his dick, shaking it a little to make Gerard giggle. "Hey now, it's rude to laugh when a dude shows you his penis."

"Sorry, you shooked it."

"Mhm." Phil wrapped his fingers around the nape of Gerard's neck and pulled him closer, kissing his lips. "You wanna touch it..?" He helped Gerard wrap his fingers around his cock and jack him slowly. "Now rub.. just like that.. oh, yeah.."

Phil took a moment to raise his shirt over his head, just in case cum splattered on it. It was easy to wash off skin, but he didn't need Adam seeing any on his damn shirt. He went back to kissing him, brushing fingertips along skin that had been forbidden for so long. He felt Gerard wiggle closer and smiled.

"Want something, baby..?"

Gerard swallowed. "I want.. touch me like that again.. make me do that thing again.."

Phil groaned and kissed him, taking hold of his cock and stroking him. The little pained sounding sob that came out of the boy nearly brought him off. "Yeah, fuck.. little harder.. oh, good boy.. do it like I'm doing it.. shit.."

Gerard whimpered, rocking his hips into his hand as if on instinct. "More.. don't stop.. please.. make me do it.." He was aching, desperate.

"Oh, fuck.. that's it, baby.. oh, you like that.. Oh, that feels good.. Here.." Phil moved Gerard's hand away from his dick and pulled his hips closer before wrapping his hand around both their cocks, stroking and leaving Gerard free to cling to him and lose his mind. "There we go.. You wanna cum..? Let's see you cum for me.."

The word was new, but Gerard paid not much mind to it, grabbing to Phil's shoulders and digging blunt nails into his skin. It felt so good, his cock rubbing against Phil's, being squeezed and rubbed like that. And Phil was kissing his neck again, on that wonderful little spot, and before he knew it those tingles took back over, running all through him and making him shake and let out little uncontrollable whines. He watched the white stuff come out this time, wanted to see what happened. Phil was following him, groaning out and moaning his name. He panted heavily, heart pounding.

"Oh, fuck.. I love you.." Phil hugged him close, kissing his head. Gerard was jello in his arms, purring sweetly. "You okay..?"

Gerard nodded tiredly. "Sticky.."

Phil giggled. "Yeah, I need to wipe us off and get you dressed. I'm serious, Gee, no one can know about this. They'll make me stop seeing you."

Gerard really didn't understand why. It felt good, so why was it bad for him and Phil to play? But he didn't question it. Phil helped him stand and went to the bathroom to get a wet rag, wiping him off. He had already wiped himself off and fixed his jeans. He reached down and picked up the towel, tossing it in the bathroom.

"Go on, go get your pajamas on. If Mama asks why you had to change, we'll just tell him you got sticky." It wasn't a lie.

Gerard nodded and scampered off to his room to get into some clean underwear and pajamas. Phil sighed and pulled his shirt back on. He hoped Gerard didn't feel bad about this later.

I really debated on this.. but it's done.. Um.. well.. Hey, look, back to stickiness that was sexual. The bathtub scene had been written sometime after I started this fic, I wasn't sure if I was going to go the molesty route, or that I wanted to keep it if I did, or do it a different way. I also really didn't want Gerard to feel victimized by Phil, or for it to be outright rape. I kindly just wanted him to be a little shy and confused, but curious. I want it to feel like there are people he can trust not to hurt him, in contrast to the people he fears mean him harm. I could have made Phil rapey and sadistic, but he didn't come out like that. He's just someone who misses his lover. He does care about Gerard, and really wouldn't hurt him on purpose. It's been so long since I updated, I know. It's not been a very good time for me & I kinda took a break from my computer.