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“Do you think they liked it?”

The first words to leave Gerard’s mouth once the band made it backstage. They had just finished the debut show of the “Long Live The Black Parade” tour, something that had been in the works for over two years – and Seattle was the first city that got to see the masterpiece that was created. 

“Liked it? I think they loved it. Loved you,” Frank was quick to respond, with Mikey giving a supportive hum and smile.

“You killed it up there, G. Though, I’m not sure about you getting slapped that hard every show night. Don’t you think it’s a little excessive?” Ray threw his arm around Gerard, ruffling up their hair and shoving them aside. Gerard held back a smile and batted Ray’s hands away as they huffed at his comment.

“It needs to be authentic. You saw how the audience reacted! The gasps, the shouting, everyone holding up the signs to show how they felt–” Gerard began, and Frank smirked at their words.

“Are you sure it’s not because you like getting slapped on stage?” He raised an eyebrow at Gerard and watched as their eyes grew big. Gerard opened their mouth to respond in a way that was most likely a protest against Frank’s words, but Mikey was quick to no longer entertain the conversation.

“Ew, stop,” Mikey groaned, before turning to his brother. “You were fantastic tonight. It’s so great to be able to perform with you again, you make me really proud.”

Gerard pulled Mikey into a hug, thanking him quietly, before gesturing for Frank and Ray to join in, and they happily obliged. The group hug lasted a few more seconds, a silent unity shared between the four. They were back, like, actually back, and all the work over the last two years was finally being shown to the world – and it truly seemed like the world loved it.

Once the post-show conversations and praise subsided, the band headed to the hotel where they were staying and dispersed to their respective rooms. Frank was quick to strip down and hop in the shower, both because he always felt gross after playing a show, and the fact that he couldn’t get his mind off of Gerard after the stunts they pulled on stage. It was all scripted, Frank knew what was going to happen, yet Gerard’s reactions changed the whole scenario. When the slaps were practiced during dress rehearsals, Charlie barely touched Gerard’s face, and all that Gerard did in response was gasp slightly and fall to the ground.

Meanwhile, on stage, Charlie slapped Gerard hard. And instead of reacting like a typical person would, Gerard was left flushed, smiling, and panting on their knees. 

Frank was only human – and that’s exactly what he told himself as he wrapped a hand around his cock, exhaling deeply as the water ran down his body. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, jerking off as he thought about his bandmate. In all honesty, Frank thought that by the time this tour came around, all he would be focused on was the music and the theatrics. Gerard was just a friend, a bandmate, basically family to him. Sure, they fooled around in the past during the active years of the band and then briefly again during SWARM tour whenever Frank caught Gerard backstage in one of their skirts, but that was all in the past. It was now 2025, and Frank doubted that he took up any space in the singer’s mind in that way. 

He stroked himself a few times, letting out a breath at the feeling. It was clear that Gerard was never going to be detoxed from Frank’s system – he knew that. Especially with how Gerard was at the show tonight, and the character they chose to play for this tour.

A bratty, rebellious frontman that needed to be tamed and put in their place? Good lord, Frank never stood a chance. He almost hated how he fell right into Gerard’s trap of needing every person in the vicinity to want to fuck them. Frank was so tired of Gerard’s curated decisions and perfectly planned actions that always resulted in them having everyone under their spell. 

That’s what was so magical about that slap, for a brief moment, it seemed like Gerard was caught off guard. Shaken up. Slightly defenseless. 

And based on their reaction, Gerard liked it.

Frank let go of himself, the aching feeling taking over the entire lower half of his body as he turned his focus back on showering. He needed to get a grip, he shouldn’t be thinking about his frontman like that anymore, but Frank couldn’t help it. So, if he couldn’t control his thoughts about Gerard and how his body reacted to said thoughts, he could at the very least control his actions. The rest of the shower was quick, and as Frank dried off, he thought about how to spend the rest of the night before inevitably passing out from exhaustion. He was leaning towards watching a cheesy movie being played on the hotel cable, but was interrupted when he heard his phone buzz.

1:06AM – Gerard Way

Wanna come over? Room 46

That was all the text said. Frank felt his breath get caught in his throat. 

Fuck those plans of watching a movie. Fuck everything that Frank had tried to convince himself of in that pitiful excuse of a shower; he was a man on a mission now. Gerard wanted him to come over, and Frank wanted Gerard like his life depended on it. He threw on whatever clean t-shirt and sweats he could find before shooting Gerard a confirmation text and scrambling out the door to find room 46. 

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Frank had Gerard pinned against the door before it was even shut. Gerard let out a moan at Frank’s forcefulness, which turned into a hum of approval, causing Frank’s stomach to twist. He knew from previous tours when they were younger that Gerard had always loved it when Frank was desperate for them – grabbing them roughly, kissing them like he was trying to devour them, and being extremely impatient as he watched Gerard peel off the jeans that were always too tight and whatever combination of layers they had on. Frank always had terrible self-control when it came to Gerard, and even though he was the one typically fucking them, it was clear that Gerard was the one calling the shots.

However, Frank wasn’t in his twenties anymore. And though he found Gerard as intoxicating as he used to, maybe even more now, he wanted this time, this tour, to be different. It wasn’t fair that Gerard was always so put together, so calculated, so tough to break. He never understood how Gerard was able to keep their composure and tell Frank what to do, even when Frank was fucking them as if that was the only thing he was born to do. 

Frank wanted the roles reversed. He wanted, no, needed to see Gerard crack, to become desperate, whiny, and begging for him to touch them. It seemed only fair after the years of Gerard basically having Frank on a leash, looking for their validation in any chance he got. 

It was no surprise that Gerard got off on keeping composed while others unraveled due to their presence – they had always been one who had to make every decision, who had to have every final word, and who had to be in control. In the early days when the band started to take off, everything was too messy. Constant praise from the scene for their pretty and girlish looks, frontmen from neighboring bands looking for a quick lay, drugs and alcohol flowing as the rockstar life began – it was chaos. And amidst the chaos, Gerard would search for control in any way they could, with the unhealthy coping mechanisms becoming the popular choice. Once they got sober, the control was now placed over the music, the art, the creativity. Gerard viewed their identity to be tied with the band, and without it, they would be lost, which made Gerard the decision maker of how the band operated. If Gerard wanted something, the band would make it happen, no questions asked. Like when Gerard told Frank there had to be a spy guitar part in the prechorus of “The Sharpest Lives” and that Frank was the guy to do it – even though Frank had no fucking idea what a “spy guitar part” meant. It wasn’t in a dictator way by any means, they all trusted Gerard’s vision and Frank especially consumed Gerard’s validation like oxygen. But, it was clear that Gerard used the music, used ‘My Chemical Romance’ to feel like they had control of themself and their life. 

Unhealthy habits and coping mechanisms returned after the hiatus, something everyone feared would happen but deep down knew was inevitable. The way Gerard was trying so hard to reinvent themself and the band once “Danger Days” was brought to fruition – it was reminiscent of the early days. Chaos, the return of drugs and alcohol, and this primal urge to be desired like they were from the beginning to pre-hiatus. The way they got slimmer and slimmer and praised by the media for it, basically feeding every voice in Gerard’s head that told them how they weren’t good enough unless they looked a certain way, performed a certain way, and acted a certain way. All of it boiled down to Gerard needing to feel stable, afloat, and in control.

Frank knew that Gerard loved that feeling, it made them confident that they were captivating, beautiful, and brilliant. But Frank never thought Gerard had to do anything to prove those things – that was just the person Gerard was. However, Gerard was quite different than the person they were back in the active days of the band. 

Just as captivating, just as beautiful, and just as brilliant, yet there was a softness to them now. Frank noticed it in 2022, and he noticed it at tonight’s show. Gerard was less demanding and neurotic, and it was clear that despite all the theatrics that this tour was built upon, the end goal was simply for the band to fall back in love with the music, the audience, the stage, and the sheer magic of performing together. 

It felt like Gerard was finally at a place where they could relinquish some of that need to control, and let go of the stress that seemed to always burden them.

Which is precisely why Frank was determined to give exactly that to them – if Gerard was letting loose on tour, then why not carry that into the bedroom? Also Frank really wanted to see Gerard get to a point where they are begging for anything and thankful for whatever Frank chooses to do with them. Was that really so wrong? God forbid a guy fantasizes something that most of their fanbase also dreams about. Plus, Frank could physically overpower Gerard now – something he knew Gerard would enjoy. They used to talk a big game of getting big burly truckers to want to fuck them and how hot that was, which always made Frank slightly insecure due to his smaller size. And though he was still a few inches shorter than Gerard, it was clear he was bigger and stronger than they were now, so perhaps he can fill the role he used to be so jealous over.

Goddamn, Frank had a lot of Gerard-centered fantasies buried away that seem to only come to light whenever he is reunited with them. He swore Gerard had to be a witch at this point with how easily he fell under their spell. 

Frank shifted his attention from his busy thoughts to the person he had pinned against the door, who was squirming in his grip. Frank tightened his hands around their wrists and pulled away from the kiss, pulling at Gerard’s bottom lip with his teeth. 

He intended on saying something along the lines of “Couldn’t take my eyes off you tonight,” but Gerard (to no surprise) was the first to start the conversation. 

“Impatient, aren’t ya. I’m assuming that you have been thinking about me all night?” Gerard’s sideways smile graced their face as they raised an eyebrow, questioning Frank. He suddenly felt a tad embarrassed at his immediate need to slam Gerard against some surface within seconds, but he knew that the singer was just teasing him — Gerard wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Hard to not think about you after the shit you pulled on stage. Did you know Charlie was gonna hit you that hard?” Frank’s voice was a tad raspy, and Gerard’s eyes widened for a brief second as they shook their head left to right. 

“All I told him was to hit me in a more realistic way than he had during rehearsals. I wanted him to get a reaction out of me, a genuine reaction. For the character—“ Gerard explained, and Frank somewhat regretted asking the question because he didn’t come to this hotel room in the middle of the night to hear Gerard ramble about this show. 

“And your character apparently got off on it, based on that reaction of yours. Jesus, Gerard,” Frank swiftly cut Gerard off, his grip on Gerard’s wrists sturdy, despite the slight struggle from the singer, who let out a sigh before responding.

“My character didn’t get off on it, Frank. They are surprised, shocked, and are in the midst of realizing that the dynamic between themself and The Clerk has shifted into something physical and more harmful than before.”

Frank loved the way Gerard’s mind worked, he really did, but sometimes he wished Gerard would just shut up. They always had something to say, regardless of the topic, which is great for a lot of situations, but not great when Frank was trying to fuck them. 

“How thought-provoking, Gerard. I’m sure the audience really grabbed onto that as they watched you grinning maniacally on your knees. Did you know that you were blushing the moment Charlie did that? Fuck, I haven’t seen you that worked up in years. Reminded me of when Grant had you pinned against the wall with a gun to your throat,” Frank let his mouth wrap around every word, he wanted Gerard to hear him nice and clear. “For someone who is so committed to their character, you honestly came across as someone who really enjoyed getting slapped in the face tonight. Wish you could’ve seen yourself, fuck.”

Frank honestly was proud of himself when he saw Gerard take their bottom lip between their teeth as they stared at him with those doe eyes. They stilled for a moment in Frank’s grip, and he watched them process his words. Gerard’s eyes narrowed suddenly, and Frank watched as their tongue wet their lips before they opened their mouth. 

“Then explain it to me.”

Frank cocked his head slightly. “What?”

“You said it yourself — if only I could’ve seen my reaction. So, I want to know. What did I look like? Tell me, Frank. Be a good boy and tell me, since you clearly were directing all attention towards me tonight.”

Frank swallowed audibly. He continued to lock eyes with Gerard, who quickly raised an eyebrow, silently wondering why Frank wasn’t following their orders.

“You really wanna know what you looked like?” He began, his words coming out a tad shaky, before clenching his jaw as he brushed Gerard’s promise of praise to the side. 

“Yes, Frank. Don’t make me ask again,” They replied swiftly, not even a brief hesitation. He felt as they pushed against his hold, making him stumble a bit. Frank needed to regain control over this situation, because his plan to be the one in charge was quickly going off the rails. He was silent for a brief moment as he gathered his ammo and then pulled the trigger.

“You looked pathetic.”

Gerard’s mouth parted slightly. “What?”

“Yeah, you looked pathetic. You went from this rebellious protagonist sticking it to the man, to someone on their knees, holding their face as they so desperately tried to hide just how much they liked it when they lost,” Frank chose his words carefully. “Even though you’re the one the audience is rooting for in this story, I think every person enjoyed seeing you take that slap, seeing you being put in your place. Hell, I fucking loved it.”

There was a sharp inhale from Gerard, and Frank felt as they went completely still in his grip. 

“I think you loved it too, huh?” He asked, staring at Gerard, who lowered their head, a blush spreading across their face. Frank let go of one of their wrists and grabbed Gerard’s jaw, forcing them to keep eye contact. “I asked you a question, Gerard.”

They blinked a couple of times, their long, dark eyelashes emphasizing the brightness of their eyes. That hazel-green color was heavenly to stare into. Gerard finally broke their silence as they smiled and narrowed their eyes. 

“I sure did. Is that the answer you wanted?” They spoke slowly, a purr carried with their words. 

Frank felt his jaw tighten at the sudden composure the singer regained. This back and forth was beginning to piss him off — he came here to bend Gerard over, not have some debate over Gerard’s performance. Frank had to think fast and twist the knife just enough if he wanted to win this. He tightened his grip on their jaw, lifting it up slightly and tilting Gerard’s head to the side as if they were some object Frank was inspecting. 

“Yes, what a perfect response, Gerard. I very much appreciate you being a good girl for once.”

There was a barely audible high-pitched whine that escaped Gerard’s mouth. The first bullet was fired. He ran his thumb along Gerard’s pink lips, and felt Gerard’s warm breath touch his skin as they slightly leaned into the touch. Frank loaded the chamber with a second bullet and pulled the trigger. 

“Can you continue to be my good girl tonight?” He asked in a low, breathy voice. Using the hand on Gerard’s jaw, he moved their head up and down, watching as they nodded artificially due to Frank’s touch. He watched as Gerard’s free hand snaked its way into Frank’s hair, grabbing onto whatever short strands they could gather. At the same time, they opened their mouth to presumably respond, but Frank used this opportunity to push the thumb that was once resting on their lips directly into their mouth. 

Gerard let out a gargled noise of shock as Frank moved his thumb deeper into their mouth, shivers going down his back as Gerard’s teeth grazed over the digit. He pushed the pad of his thumb down on Gerard’s tongue, causing another sound to come out of Gerard, who tightened their grip on Frank’s hair. 

Silently, he slowly pulled his thumb away and replaced it with his pointer and middle finger. Gerard’s lips closed around them, and he felt all the muscles in his abdomen tense up as Gerard swirled their tongue over his fingers. The way they were looking at Frank was something he wished he could take a photo of — soft, kind, and wanting more. 

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Frank kept his fingers in their mouth as he used his other hand and turned their head to the side. He let his breath and words graze over that patch of skin where their jawline connected with the neck, right below their ear. A muffled whimper was coaxed out of them at the compliment. Time for the third bullet to be fired, and this time, he wanted it to be lethal.

“What a pretty girl, sucking on my fingers like that. See how nice it is to be quiet and let someone else make the decisions?” Frank hoped that he sounded confident despite being nervous that Gerard wasn’t going to adhere to this now that Frank admitted his intentions with them. Gerard didn’t take too kindly to being bossed around by someone else, especially Frank. But, despite these fears, he continued without hesitation.

“I’m gonna take good care of you tonight, Gerard. Do you understand?” 

Gerard was staring at Frank with an expression he couldn’t quite describe, but it made Frank feel adored. It made him feel important. 

Even though their gaze was an answer within itself, he wasn’t satisfied without a verbal agreement from Gerard. He removed his fingers from their mouth and took hold of their wrists once more, pushing them back against the door as he slid his thigh between Gerard’s legs. 

“I need an answer, darling. Don’t make me ask again,” He said in a mocking tone, quoting Gerard’s threat just minutes earlier. He lifted his thigh, putting a tiny amount of pressure against Gerard’s cock, which was already slightly hard. Fuck, they were hard just from Frank’s words. Gerard took a deep breath, and Frank waited in anticipation for Gerard’s response. He couldn’t wait to hear confirmation that Gerard was his, all his tonight, and would behave accordingly. 

“Yes, I understand that it's your job to take good care of me, Frankie. I’m glad you know exactly what role you serve when it comes to my life.”

The words were firm, sharp, and cut through the tension that Frank had carefully built up. Gerard’s tone was intentionally formal, deeply patronizing, and sickeningly sweet all at once, as if they were administering positive reinforcement to a pet but also reminding an employee what their purpose was at a company. 

Frank hated every single thing about Gerard’s reply. His eyesight went a little out of focus as he realized Gerard was staring at him with a wide smile plastered across their face. Frank wasn’t simply frustrated about not being inside Gerard anymore. He was now angry — angry at Gerard’s words, angry at how easily Gerard could snap back, angry at the idea that his purpose in Gerard’s life was to please them, and angry that despite everything, they were right. Frank had spent over twenty years giving whatever he could to Gerard Way, gulping down the high he felt whenever he succeeded in making them feel good.

Frank couldn’t find any words to counter Gerard’s with, and painfully watched Gerard as that smile parted to spew out another sentence that reduced Frank to Gerard’s human service dog. But that sentence didn’t get the chance to be spoken, because before Frank could process what he was doing, a loud smack echoed through the room, followed by a pained yelp.

Frank’s hand was stinging. His vision began to focus on the scene in front of him once again, a scene that he wished he could take a photo of to keep forever. 

Gerard was held in place by Frank’s left hand, which never let go of their right wrist, yet they had fallen slightly to the right, with their left hand now holding the side of the face where Frank had struck them. There were beads of tears forming in the corners of their eyes, and their teeth were digging into their bottom lip, which was quivering slightly. Their breathing was loud, uneven, and quick, and their hair hung down into their face, doing a terrible job of hiding Gerard’s reaction. And, best of all, the cocky smile was completely gone from the singer’s face. 

A brief moment went by, and it suddenly dawned on Frank what he had just done. He no longer wanted to take a picture of this moment. He forgot all about the on-stage slap and how Gerard reacted, because this wasn’t a performance. 

He just hit Gerard. Not in a joking way, not in a sexual way, and by the looks of it, the action caused Gerard enough pain to make their eyes water.

Worst of all, though, Frank hit Gerard because he was mad. Mad at words that were probably intended to be playful and sexy, a phrase just cruel enough to allow Gerard to regain their dominance over Frank, to reinstate the dynamic that the two had built for as long as they’ve known each other. Gerard didn’t actually believe those words; that would be ridiculous. Gerard wasn’t the type to ever belittle him outside of the bedroom, and even then, Frank was the one typically asking for that degradation. 

Frank blinked once, twice, and finally spoke after what felt like minutes, but in reality was only a few seconds after the slap. 

“Gerard, I, holy shit, I am so sorry—“ Frank began, but was cut off before he could finish his apology. 

Gerard had used the hand that once cupped the left side of their face to reach behind Frank’s head and tightly grab a handful of his hair as they slammed their lips into his. Frank’s eyes opened wide as he kissed Gerard back, staring intently at what was before him. 

Gerard’s eyes were tightly shut, their brows furrowed, and they used their free hand to get as close to Frank as possible, to close any gap between the kiss. There was a red mark on the left side of their face, and their cheekbone seemed to get the worst of the hit, as the shade of red was darker than the rest of the skin. 

Frank’s hand met the hand that was tangled in his hair, and he gently tried to move it, but Gerard refused, tugging at the strands even harder. Frank hissed at the sting on his scalp, and firmly too k hold of Gerard’s hand, not letting them twist out of his grip. He managed to get Gerard fully pinned against the door again, arms on either side of their head, held in place by Frank’s grip. 

“I don’t know what came over me. I can’t believe I did that to you,” Frank got the words out as soon as he was sure Gerard wasn’t capable of moving. He stared at them, unsure if the wild look in their eyes was anger, hatred, disappointment, or all three at once. He went into panic mode as his thoughts spiraled. Did this count as violence in the workplace since they were bandmates? Or was this domestic violence since they were technically more than just friends? What if this damaged all the progress they had made since the rift in their dynamic when the band split up? 

And worst of all: Did Frank prove that he was just as messed up and insecure as all the other assholes in Gerard’s life? What if he had just sealed his fate as someone Gerard was officially going to leave in the past, discarded due to his own mistakes that he could no longer place upon anyone else? 

Frank watched in slow motion as Gerard’s mouth parted. He braced himself for the worst. 

“Again,” was all Gerard said. Frank barely heard them.

“Gerard,” Frank spoke softly, his brain officially deciding to ignore the single-word response as he continued to panic. “That wasn’t okay, what I just did. Nothing you said warrants a reaction like that — I am sorry, fuck, I am so fucking sorry.”

He wasn’t looking at Gerard anymore, his line of vision solely focused on a scuff mark on the hotel door that was either due to the two of them, or it just so happened to exist prior. 

“Frank,” Gerard was louder, yet the word was still exhaled rather than spoken normally. “Shut the fuck up and look at me.”

Frank tore his eyes off the scuff mark and provided the eye contact Gerard had requested. Frank’s gut tightened as he was once again reminded just how fucking stunning they were, before guilt flooded his body for even thinking about their beauty after hitting them.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Frankie.”

Their voice was soft and comforting, a complete one-eighty from the command just moments prior. 

Frank cocked an eyebrow. Clearly, Gerard was mistaken. 

“I hit you, Gee. What the fuck do you mean I didn’t do anything wrong?” Frank sounded defensive in his response. He didn’t mean to sound defensive. 

“You slapped me, there’s a difference,” Gerard began, their voice a typical cadence and tone, as if nothing had happened. Frank allowed them to continue. “Do you not remember the main topic that this whole conversation was built upon?”

Frank paused.

“I think every person enjoyed seeing you take that slap, seeing you being put in your place. Hell, I fucking loved it.” 

“I think you loved it too, huh?” He asked, staring at Gerard, who lowered their head, a blush spreading across their face. Frank let go of one of their wrists and grabbed Gerard’s jaw, forcing them to keep eye contact. “I asked you a question, Gerard.”

“I sure did.”

Oh. Oh. 

“Next time, don’t apologize, okay?” Gerard continued when realizing Frank wasn’t ready to respond. “If you are angry at the things I say, I expect you to do something about it. You clearly had some premeditated plans for us tonight, and I wanted to see those plans through as authentically as possible. You said it yourself, Frank. After Charlie slapped me, I went from this strong, untamable protagonist to looking pathetic and enjoying it. Looking like I loved the fact that I lost.”

Goddammit. Frank was an actual idiot. 

“You’re not mad… That I just hit you?” Frank knew he didn’t sound confident by any means, but pride wasn’t what mattered in the moment – he just wanted reassurance.

“No. In fact, I’d very much like it if you hit me again. Harder, preferably.”

Frank let a giggle out at Gerard’s monotonous tone, which sounded far too casual once combined with the sentence they just uttered. “Yeah?”

Gerard grinned, their eyes giving off a sparkle of defiance, as if they were already preparing to re-enter the role they loved to play on stage. Frank loved Gerard’s eyes. He really did.

“Yeah.”

Alright, that was good enough for Frank. 

He quickly shook off his prior embarrassment as he took Gerard’s face into his hands and pulled them into a kiss. He felt Gerard lightly bite at his lower lip, the slight pain causing his hips to roll into the singer’s. 

Fuck, Gerard was already hard – and all Frank had done was just slap and kiss them.

The kiss broke as Frank stumbled back slightly, with Gerard managing to wiggle out of his hold and lightly push him. Frank quickly realized Gerard was trying to head towards the bed, so he stepped out of the way and allowed himself to be guided by them. Just as Gerard got close to the edge of the bed, Frank got behind them and placed his hand on their back. He pushed downwards, bending Gerard over, who squeaked in surprise at his sudden movements.

“Getting handsy there, Frank,” Gerard grinned as they craned their neck to look at Frank, whose hand was still firmly on their back. Frank smiled back, before roughly grabbing a handful of their clothed ass, watching as Gerard’s lips parted and a small exhale of breath left their mouth. 

“Take your clothes off,” Frank attempted to sound stern as he took a step back, arms folding in front of his chest. Gerard looked at him with wide eyes, slowly flipping themself around so they were sitting at the edge of the bed. Frank watched as they slowly peeled their shirt off, and fuck – it never got old. He immediately wanted to grab their bare torso and press down hard, leaving bruises in the perfect shape of his fingerprints all over the pale skin. Gerard had this proud and mischievous look on their face, their eyes shiny and hungry as they put on a little show for Frank. 

Now, Frank loved the little show that was being performed for him, but he was about two seconds away from ripping Gerard’s clothes off them – he wanted them naked, and he wanted that now.

“Stop teasing,” Frank said with a bit more aggression than before, stepping closer to Gerard, looking down at them as they sat on the bed. “I told you to take your fucking clothes off.”

“Patience, Frankie,” They laughed, their eyes narrowing at Frank’s tone. “So demanding.”

Frank furrowed his brows together as he finally decided to invade Gerard’s personal space and step in between their legs, shoving them apart as he took Gerard’s jaw in his hand. He tilted their head up so the singer’s eyes met his, and he traced his thumb directly across their bottom lip.

“If you don’t take your fucking pants off, then I’m turning around and going back to my hotel room,” Frank smiled in the most condescending way possible. “It’s your choice, baby.”

Frank watched as Gerard barely nodded, blinking up at him as they finally reached down to unbutton their pants to slide them off. Frank let go of their face and stepped back, allowing Gerard to finally slip out of the clothes, leaving them just in their briefs. Frank felt a smile creep onto his face when he noticed Gerard’s growing erection through the thin fabric.

Even though the sight before him definitely was a straight shot of dopamine to the brain, Frank was sick and tired of having all his clothes on at this point, especially with a basically naked Gerard sitting in front of him now. 

“Get on your knees and take my pants off. You’re gonna give me head,” Frank almost added a ‘okay?’, but he didn’t wanna even give Gerard a chance to switch up the dynamic, so he made sure to avoid asking questions that gave Gerard room for decision-making. 

“Do your hands not work or something?” Gerard said as they raised an eyebrow at him. “Take off your own pants.” 

Gerard was staring so smugly at him. Alright, they wanted this.

Frank brought his hand against the side of Gerard’s face, hearing the loud smack echo through the room, followed by a small gasp that left Gerard’s open mouth. When they turned back to face him with a response clearly prepared, he repeated his action even harder — any words turning into a combination of a pained yelp and needy whine. 

“Hands work perfectly fine, so it seems,” Frank looked at his hands, one of his palms a bright red. “I just want to see you do what I said, is that too much to ask for?”

Gerard stayed silent, and finally Frank got what he had wanted. He watched with a proud smile on his face as Gerard slowly got off the bed and fell to their knees right in front of Frank. They were shaky in their movements as they pulled his pants and boxers down together, Frank’s cock springing out. 

They immediately brought a hand to it, but Frank threaded one of his hands in Gerard’s hair and yanked them away, earning a frustrated noise to escape their lips. 

“Patience, Gerard,” Frank mocked, tightening his grip on their hair, watching as Gerard winced at the painful heat that grazed their scalp. 

Clearly, Gerard still had some fight left in them, and using one hand, they batted at the hand in their hair while using the other to go for his cock again, cursing at him in the process. Frank stepped back out of their reach as he let go of their hair, and bent down so they were eye to eye. 

“You really don’t get it, huh?” Frank tilted his head. “You aren’t going to win this. Once you finally get that through that pretty head of yours, I’m sure you’ll be a lot happier. Pretty girls like you are much more useful when they shut their mouths, behave, and listen.”

He watched as Gerard’s face softened, eyes going round as they relaxed the muscles in their face. They smiled sweetly at him, and Frank hummed in approval as he reached out to pat their head as a reward for behaving. 

That was quickly interrupted when he felt something wet suddenly hit him on the cheek. 

He reached up to touch the liquid and quickly noticed how satisfied Gerard looked below him.

Gerard just spit in Frank’s face.

“Whoops,” was all they said, the stupid smirk across their face fueling Frank’s growing anger and frustration. Without a second thought, Frank slapped Gerard again, the sound louder and crisper than before. He noticed how red their cheek was becoming, especially after the force from the most recent slap. Frank grabbed their head again and yanked their head backwards, hearing them moan at the sudden force. 

“Fucking brat,” was all he said before spitting directly on the center of their face. He used his free hand to smear the spit across their soft cheeks, before wrapping it around himself, slowly stroking as he watched Gerard’s face.

“Open your mouth,” Frank stated. It wasn’t a suggestion; it was an order. Gerard slowly opened their mouth, and Frank spat directly in it. He immediately let go of himself as he slapped the free hand over Gerard’s mouth, whose eyes widened at the sudden movement.  

“Swallow.”

Gerard did as they were told — fucking finally. 

“Good girl,” He grinned fondly down at them, returning his hand to his cock as he watched their cheeks turn even redder from the praise. He always loved just how much Gerard adored both praise and degradation, and he often wished he had the confidence to truly indulge them. But right now, he didn’t have to wish; he had it.

“Frank,” Gerard finally spoke as they sat back on their heels, eyes moving quickly from Frank to Frank’s cock. 

“Yes, angel?”

“Can I,” Gerard started, before pausing for a moment as they gazed up at him. “May I touch you?”

Frank pretended to think for a couple of seconds as he just replayed the visual of Gerard asking for permission to touch him in his mind. 

“No.”

Gerard’s brows furrowed, and they narrowed their eyes at him. Frank laughed at them, light and mocking, which made them appear even angrier.

“Wh-why not?” Gerard let their voice get softer, eyes widening as they took their bottom lip between their teeth. It was clear they were getting annoyed at Frank’s rules, but instead of fighting, they seemed to be using another tactic – the tactic of irresitibility. They pushed a stray piece of hair out of their face as they stared up at him, their next words hitting him right in the chest.

“Come on, Frank. I want you.”

Fuck. 

Frank almost folded, almost, but quickly realized that he was a few seconds away from getting Gerard to break, so he straightened his spine and exhaled.

“If you want me so bad, then beg,” Frank grinned, flashing a smile. “Be a good girl and beg.”

Gerard’s big eyes narrowed, and their cheeks flushed bright red. Frank raised an eyebrow at them before letting his eyes linger up and down Gerard’s body. They were always so pale; that was something that wasn’t ever going to change. Their womanly figure, consisting of full hips and strong thighs, was on perfect display, and Frank couldn’t decide if he wanted to get crushed between those thighs or sink his teeth into the delicate, plush skin. He noticed how Gerard’s briefs were seemingly getting tighter, their erection growing as Frank continued to hurt and belittle them.

Frank moved his foot closer towards Gerard’s crotch, an invitation for Gerard to grind up against his shin and ankle. He stayed silent though, letting the singer make the next move. 

“Frankie,” Gerard said in a hushed tone. “Please.”

Their voice was an audible whisper, and Gerard was not known for being quiet. Frank bent down a tad, letting his fingers run through the strands of mousy brown hair, streaked with grey. Gerard whined a bit, leaning into the touch, before Frank stood tall and slapped them, hard, harder than he had before. He watched as Gerard let out a yelp of pain, cupping their face as their head whipped to the side, the slap setting them off balance.

“Louder,” Frank demanded. “Use your fucking words if you want me to touch you so badly, fucking slut. Lord knows you talk too much already, I'm sure you can handle this.”

He was honestly shocked as he heard himself talk, but the way Gerard looked up at him made any doubt slip away. Those hazel eyes that leaned on the green side were staring at him as if he fucking owned them, and right now, in this exact moment, Frank felt like he did.

“Please, please Frank,” Gerard urged, louder and clearer this time. “I’ll be so good. Please let me touch you. I’ll make you feel incredible. You can fuck my throat, you can use me however you’d like, you can hurt me, please.”

Goddamn. Goddamn.

Frank didn’t even have words to respond with as he grabbed a handful of Gerard’s hair and brought his dick directly to their mouth, smearing the precum across their lips as he watched them hum with excitement.

“See what happens when you follow orders?” He sighed, watching Gerard’s eyes flutter shut as they opened their mouth in satisfaction. He quickly shoved himself into their mouth, hitting the back of their throat and listening to them gag and attempt to swallow around him. 

“You get, fuck, you get rewarded,” Frank tried not to moan as he gripped Gerard’s hair tighter, beginning to fuck their throat just as they so nicely asked for. The way their lips were stretched around Frank made his knees feel weak, and hearing the muffled, faint whimpers coming from them made the whole situation even better. 

“Eyes on me, baby, wanna see you,” He grunted, letting a smile tug at his lips as he watched Gerard obediently open their eyes, tears pricking at the corners, and stare directly into his. Frank scooted his foot even closer, and finally Gerard got the memo as they straddled his leg and began to grind up against his shin and upper ankle, the choked off whimpers growing more frequent, sending vibrations directly against Frank’s cock. 

“Fuck, Gerard,” Frank breathed out. “Look at you. Fuckin’ mess. You love it, huh? Love being used like this?”

Gerard nodded the best they could in their position, moving faster against Frank’s leg, and Frank felt heat pool in his lower abdomen. 

“No wonder you wrote yourself getting slapped at each show. Such a pain slut, huh?” Frank pulled out for a brief second before backhanding Gerard across the face, hearing a sob escape their lips. He watched as they turned back towards him, their cheeks bright red from humiliation and impact alike. Gerard’s lower lip shook as they slowly opened their mouth again, looking at Frank with tears beginning to run down their face.

“Look at that,” Frank grinned, slowly moving himself back into Gerard’s mouth, taking hold of their hair once again, and pushing them down till he bottomed out. Gerard struggled against the force, but Frank held them there until the resistance dissolved. “Breathe through your nose, darling. I know you’ve done this countless times before.”

Gerard followed Frank’s instructions, and soon he picked his rhythm back up, his legs beginning to shake as he continued to thrust. The combination of Gerard’s mouth and the feeling of them grinding on his leg was really starting to get to him, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Frank choked out in between light moans. “Putting your mouth to good use, instead of talking all the time. Fuck, next time you try to argue with me about some stupid detail regarding the show, I’m shoving you to your knees and shutting you the fuck up. Missed your mouth, G.”

It was obvious that Frank’s dirty rambling was music to Gerard’s ears, since they slid a hand down and pulled their own cock out. Frank watched in awe as Gerard lifted one of their hands to their chin, gathering up some of their own spit that gathered on their face from Frank’s thrusts before moving their hand back onto their cock. They began to jerk themself off, whimpers turning into moans that were drowned out by Frank’s cock down their throat.

“Wanna keep you like this, G. On your knees for me, begging for me to slap you or for me to fuck your throat. You’d like that, huh? Going from flashy frontman to being my little fucktoy?”

Gerard’s eyes rolled to the back of their head as they choked on Frank. His words echoed throughout the room, and he felt himself getting dizzy with the images of Gerard he had conjured up in his mind. Maybe this is why people enjoy power trips — because the thought of having this kind of control over Gerard every weekend for the next few months was overwhelmingly delightful. Maybe if Gerard liked these ideas, he would up the stakes next weekend. They were going to be in San Francisco, and he was pretty sure that their hotel wasn’t too far from Folsom St. 

The current images in Frank’s mind of Gerard in fetish gear alongside the heat of their mouth — it was all becoming a bit too much for Frank, his movements becoming erratic and sloppy. Gerard’s eyes had shut again as their hand moved quickly, their eyebrows furrowing together, and their moans becoming more and more frequent – a sign that Gerard was close too.

“I’m gonna cum down your throat, okay, angel?” Frank barely gave a warning before he pulled Gerard down onto himself, groaning as he hit the back of their throat. Gerard let out a quiet moan as Frank spilled into their mouth, holding their head down, moaning as he felt Gerard struggle to swallow. 

He stared down at them as he finished, his legs lightly shaking as he slowly pulled his softening cock out of Gerard’s mouth. Gerard stared up at him as they kitten-licked the head, and Frank shuddered at the overstimulation coursing through his body. 

“Up, lay on the bed,” Frank watched as Gerard scrambled to follow his orders, moving onto the bed and immediately pulling off their briefs before tossing them on the floor. They beckoned for Frank to follow, and he wasted no time as he joined them.

“Get your fucking hands on me, now,” Gerard whined, grabbing at Frank, who smirked at them as he wiped away their hair that was stuck to their forehead.

“Alright, alright,” He chuckled as he brought a hand to Gerard’s mouth. “Get my hand nice and wet, princess.”

Gerard didn’t hesitate as they grabbed Frank’s hand and licked up his palm, before slicking up his fingers, the excess spit slowly dripping down Frank’s hand. Gerard was so gross, it was so fucking sexy. He pulled his hand away and brought it down to Gerard’s cock, and let it ghost over them. Their dick looked like it was aching, flushed red with precum pooled up at the top, shiny and glistening. Gerard whimpered a noise of frustration and bucked their hips up a tad, hoping for some friction. 

Frank considered teasing them, but he decided to save that for another night. Maybe San Francisco.

He wrapped his fingers around Gerard, beginning to jerk them off slowly, movements firm and intentional. Gerard’s chest rose and fell, deep breaths and high-pitched moans escaping their pink lips, slightly redder than usual from the harsh treatment Frank enacted on their mouth. He began to pick up speed, using his other hand to hold Gerard’s hip down, before slowly creeping up and putting it loosely around Gerard’s neck. They opened their eyes at this motion and stared at him, as if shocked at his sudden action.

“This okay?” Frank had to be sure. Gerard nodded, and Frank felt them twitch in his hand.

“Fuck,” He moaned under his breath, worried that just watching Gerard was going to get him going again. He tightened his grip on their neck, watching as their eyes slightly rolled upwards, lashes fluttering and mouth open, their moans quieting down as Frank slowly squeezed.

Gerard was close. Frank could tell by the way the long moans turned into short, breathy whimpers, and they began to squirm more in his grip. Frank brought himself to their ear, letting his teeth graze along the delicate skin before leaning in and whispering, “Cum for me, G. Wanna watch your pretty face as you fucking cum for me.”

That seemed to fully get Gerard there, which was honestly the best feeling in the world for Frank, knowing that Gerard came on command. For Frank. God, he was the luckiest man in the world. He watched as their mouth parted, and knowing Gerard’s volume control, he brought his palm down against their mouth, muffling the expected loud moans. Their eyes were hazy and strung out as they looked at him, bucking their hips into their hand as they spilled all over their knuckles, some cum dripping onto their pale thighs. Frank slowly moved his hand away, bending down so he could scoop some of the cum off their leg, before bringing his fingers back towards their mouth. 

Without Frank having to ask, Gerard opened their mouth and lazily took his fingers in, licking and sucking the digits clean as they maintained the blissful eye contact. 

“Fuck,” Was all Frank could manage to say, watching Gerard, who hummed around his fingers. After Gerard cleaned him off, Frank retracted his hand, and Gerard wiped their mouth before smiling at him, causing Frank’s stomach to flip. Affection from Gerard always felt like a straight injection of dopamine into his system.

“Didn’t know you had all that in ya, Frankie,” Gerard finally spoke up, their voice hoarse and scratchy from Frank’s rough treatment. “I liked it. A lot.”

“Yeah?” He replied, his voice sounding a little too excited. “You know, I was thinking maybe we could do something like this again. Next week… If you’re interested.”

Gerard raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk settling across their face. “I’m looking forward to it. Maybe I’ll try and rile you up on stage a bit more, since you’re so… aggressive now. I can’t wait to see what you’d have in store for me after the show.”

Frank gulped. He already had a hard time watching Gerard just get slapped on stage, let alone do anything to fuck with Frank intentionally. 

“Sounds like a deal to me,” Frank tried to hide any nervousness with a devious grin. Gerard opened their mouth to reply, but Frank beat them to it. “But don’t be surprised if I don’t show any mercy next week.”

Gerard laughed, the sweet, high-pitched noise filling the room. 

“We’ll see about that, Frankie. Now be a dear and fetch me some water, okay?”