A movie that Gerard didn't know the name to was playing on the giant screen of the cinema while he and Frank lay on the grey sofa, the matching faux fur blanket atop of them. Gerard was only partly following the movie, his attention mostly on Frank's neck as he but, nip and pecked at it. He enjoyed kissing Frank's neck; the scorpion tattoo was a favourite place of his. He liked the way it slightly changed the texture of Frank's skin and, if you were close enough, could see a bruise forming through the ink. He loved all of Frank's tattoos, they turned him on immensely and could spend hours tracing each individual one. He'd designed a bunch for Frank and he was proud when he could see them on his skin, knowing that the hours he had taken to carefully design each one for his lover were etched into him forever.

Gerard really acted like a vampire when it came to Frank's neck, he was obsessed. While Frank watched the movie or pretended to Gerard didn't really know, his face stayed planted in his neck. He sucked at the scorpion tattoo, his favourite spot, for a while until he was happy with the results and trailed up, tugging at Frank's ear lobe and nipping along his jaw. He was happy to do this, very happy in fact. He enjoyed being free to kiss Frank, he could do that any time anyway. It wasn't against his rules, he could kiss Frank any time he wanted but most of the time, Frank initiated the kiss and Gerard followed. He didn't usually initiate things, it made him nervous but today he was feeling good.

After what felt like an eternity Frank turned his head towards Gerard, not quite kissing him but touching his lips. Gerard's eyes slipped closed, hoping and waiting for Frank to do something to him. Frank moved his hand to the back of Gerard's head, pulling their faces closer together, their noses touching but still not kissing him. Gerard could feel Frank's hot breath on his mouth, tasting of mint and coffee.

"I'm trying to watch the movie, bambola*," Frank whispered, so close to Gerard's mouth but not close enough. Gerard almost laughed at his words, because he knew that Frank hadn't been watching the movie, just keeping up appearances and making it look like he hadn't been the one to tell Gerard that he was going to fuck him in the one room Gerard's always wanted to be fucked in. It was a weird fantasy to want to be fucked while a movie played on a giant screen, and yet it wasn't Gerard's weirdest fantasy. His weirdest one was wanting to get fucked on a D&D table halfway through the game, and it had been just as incredible as he'd hoped it would be.

*'doll'

"We both know that's not true, Frankie," Gerard breathed, eyes darting down to Frank's lips. It was insane that he was still turned on after two orgasms so early in the day, but it was Frank and he knew that Frank knew that he liked a cock in his ass.

"You keep talking like that, you'll get a spanking, beniamino*," Frank muttered sternly, hands gripping Gerard's hair tighter.

*'darling'

"Is that so?" Gerard asked, and didn't wait for Frank to answer. He was tired of waiting for Frank to do it, so he launched forward and closed the tiny gap between them. Their mouths crashed together, both of them automatically opening them and allowing their tongues to swirl together while Frank clasped onto Gerard's long, black hair with both of his hands. Gerard had his hands at the back of Frank's neck and the back of his head, too. Frank slid closer to Gerard's, their chests touching and his knee between his legs, so close to where Gerard wanted it. Frank pulled away, tugging on Gerard's lower lip and biting it.

"Cattivo*," Frank growled. He hurled Gerard up by the waist and for a moment he thought Frank was going to put him on his lap, which he did, except he turned him towards the screen. His ass was directly on top of Frank's cock, hard and straining through his pyjama pants. He wasn't used to facing away from Frank in this position, it was rare they fucked like this because they both liked to be able to see each other when they did it. Gerard didn't care though, because Frank's hand was pressing against Gerard's clothed cock while pushing up to his ass. "Still so fucking hard after coming twice today, una tale troia**."

*'Naughty'

**'such a slut'

Frank's mouth was close to Gerard's ear, biting at his earlobe and nipping down his neck. He moved the hand on Gerard's waist to his throat, squeezing lightly and tipping Gerard's head up so his mouth was at his ear.

"Want me to fuck you, pet? Fuck that pretty ass of yours for the second time today?" Frank purred, his hand submerging into Gerard's pants and taking hold of his cock, pumping slowly. When Frank spoke like that he quivered with excitement, Frank's dirty talk was so hot and he always sounded enthusiastic, the words went straight to his cock and he needed Frank's cock inside him soon or he was going to combust into flames.

"Oui, monsieur, " Gerard gasped. Sometimes French came easier to him than English, having lived in France since he was 16. His accent had almost vanished, but you could hear it sometimes when he got excited about something, but French was his first language. He had started learning English at a young age and was fluent in English and French and knew some Italian thanks to Frank. Mikey didn't have an accent anymore; he'd been 13 when they'd left and it had gone a lot faster than Gerard's.

"Good," was all Frank had to say before his lubed cock, Gerard had missed Frank applying the gel and the coldness was a surprise, slipped into his ass even more easily as it had two hours ago. It was insane to Gerard that even after being fucked already, he still felt tight as fuck and could feel every inch of Frank sinking into him. This feeling was Gerard's favourite feeling he has ever had and he was lucky enough to be able to feel it almost every day, the way his husband's cock sank into him whether it be fast, hard and a little painful or slow and making sure Gerard felt every blissful second of pleasure. The first time they'd had sex was a strange but weirdly wholesome memory; they had just had an awkward conversation beforehand to establish boundaries like all couples should do before having sex and were both nervous, something he didn't see in Frank much. Their first time was nothing how they usually had sex, he hated the term 'making love' because it made him want to vomit, but that was essentially what had happened. It was sweet and they both loved it and it opened the two of them up to new possibilities. Gerard had never told Frank that was the first time he'd had sex before; he'd done other things with other people but he'd never been fucked. He was glad it was Frank that he'd had sex with, it made each time they did it more special for him because he hadn't done it with anyone else. It didn't bother him that Frank had fucked other people before because that didn't matter. That was his past.

Frank pounded inside of him, breaking him out of his thoughts and returning to the situation in front of him, or behind him, letting himself enjoy Frank's erratic thrusts that were pounding into him. He allowed himself to release loud, blissful moans that could be heard over the loud volume of the movie, his brain zeroing in on every touch Frank gave to him, the hand lifting his waist rapidly and the hand squeezing his throat every few seconds and the slap of their hips together.

"Putain, oui juste comme ça*, " Gerard moaned, his brain unable to compute in English as Frank sped up, fucking into him hard and fast. Frank returned his mouth to Gerard's neck, undoubtedly one of his favourite places on Gerard, sucking another dark bruise and then biting down. The bite caused Gerard to lose control then and came hard as his come coated the expensive sofa.

*'Fuck, yeah just like that'

"Fuck, Gee, so good," Frank groaned into his ear, keeping his pace quick as he fucked into Gerard, close to his climax. He quickly slipped out of Gerard as he came, his come landing on the blanket but neither of them gave a fuck as Gerard collapsed against Frank. Frank held him close to his chest, pulling up both of their pants and turned him around to face him.

Gerard laid his head on Frank's shoulder, body curled around his. Gerard was always a little needy after sex, he didn't know why he just enjoyed being held by Frank afterwards and the feeling of a warm body enveloping him. He was very lucky to have Frank, someone who loved him as much as Gerard loved him.

"We should probably have something to eat," Frank murmured, pressing a kiss to Gerard's temple. He was rubbing circles into Gerard's back soothingly and breathing steadily.

"Yeah," Gerard agreed, but making no effort to move away from Frank's warm body. He was just so comfortable; these sofas were a lot more comfortable than the ones they had in the living room and he didn't want to let Frank go. Frank rolled his eyes affectionately at Gerard and hauled him up himself, taking Gerard's hand in his and guiding him out of the dark theatre into the bright entry.

"Come on, I'll make you a grilled cheese," Frank grinned, pulling Gerard into the kitchen as identically as he had done this morning.

"You're not gonna blow me again are you? Not that I don't appreciate it," Gerard asked, taking a seat at the marble island.

"No, I'm feeding you this time. With food, not my cock," Frank said, pulling out the ingredients. Gerard watched Frank with his hand underneath his head, just watching as Frank moved around the kitchen. He was enamoured with him and he had been since the first date.

Once Frank was finished he set Gerard's plate down in front of him and sat across from Gerard on the other side of the island. Gerard's grilled cheese was just cheese, plain and simple the way he liked it while Frank added bacon and tomato to his. He preferred the way Frank made grilled cheese over the chef, he could praise the chef endlessly, he was an incredible cook, but the way Frank made it just tasted better. Then, for the third time that morning, Frank got another call. Specifically, after he had told them not to call. Frank sighed, his eyes giving his apologies to Gerard while he answered the call.

"What the fuck now? No, this is your fucking operation so you make the decisions. When I give you your own jobs, I expect you to be able to run them yourself. That means you figure out how much you get for the exchange. Okay, good. Now don't- what? Where did you get that fucking idea? No! I know what I said and- fine. Fucking fine, but you're paying for it Toro, both figuratively and literally. Now I swear to fucking God, if you call me again, I will slice your legs off and it might be harder to manage the idioti * with no legs," Frank's voice gradually got louder and tired throughout the conversation and Gerard could tell that all he had wanted was a day off of work for once, which was somewhat impossible given what he did.

*'idiots'

"I'm sorry they've been bothering you all day, mon petit poil de cul," Gerard tried to hide his smirk.

"Did you just call me your little ass hair?" Frank asked, blinking at Gerard with confusion. Gerard did this sometimes, call Frank something strange in French to see if he would understand it or not. Gerard burst out laughing, his poker face broken and almost falling off of the stool. "You're a strange little man,"

"You're calling me little?" Gerard gasped for air, still laughing while tears started to run down his cheeks from how hard he was laughing.

"We're having a party tonight," Frank glumly announced and Gerard stopped laughing. "It's here, so you have to come. Ray, the idiot, thought it was a good idea."

"Tell them we got divorced, then I don't have to go," Gerard giggled, but regretted it once Frank stood up. He knew that Frank didn't like him joking about divorce, it made him anxious.

"You know I don't like when you joke like that, la mia vita*," Frank grunted, taking hold of the back of Gerard's head. Frank pulled Gerard's hair a lot, obviously, but Gerard loved it and it always sent a thrill down his spine. Whenever he thought of the way Frank could, at any time, just clutch his hair in his hands, pulling and tugging, he could just stop thinking.

*'my life'

Frank brought his lips to Gerard's, forcing his lips open and his tongue inside. It didn't last long enough though, because soon enough Frank was pulling away, dragging Gerard's bottom lip with him.

"Don't do that again," Frank said, pulling away. "And you do have to go, your brother will be there,"

-

A few hours, and a few more orgasms later, caterers and entertainers started to arrive and set things up for the impromptu party. Ray and Mikey arrived early and as much as Gerard was upset about having to socialise on such short notice, he had missed his brother more.

"I heard you pissed off Ava because you were making the deal," Gerard said to Mikey, who he had been stuck to the entire time he had been there.

"Gerard, you know we don't like you talking about it. But yeah, she was pissed," Mikey said, snickering. "She gave me death glares the whole time, even after I got the deal,"

"Doesn't surprise me, she's been trying to get higher in the chain for years," Gerard said and then stiffened when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"What are we talking about, boys?" Ava asked, her small hands had a firm grip on his shoulder. As much as Gerard was slightly terrified of her, he did enjoy her company.

"Just the way I nailed that deal, I don't think it could have gone any better," Mikey smiled, turning to face Ava. He was smug, which was hilarious to see.

"You and I both know he only gave it to you because you suck his cock," Ava said, rolling her eyes at Mikey. "Anyway, how are you, Gerard?"

"I'm very well, thank you, Ava."

"We get it, you got fucked too," Ava said, exasperated and leaving the brothers to talk alone. Ava was slightly bitter; she had been single since she joined Frank's family and had never dated because of how dangerous it was. Gerard thought that Ava was just afraid of finding someone who would get hurt after she had let her guard down, and he felt bad for her.

An hour later, there were a lot more people at the house and Mikey had been replaced by Frank, who liked to keep an eye on Gerard during parties because he always got hit on. His hand was on the small of Gerard's back as he talked to some clients.

"By the way, this is my husband, Gerard. Gerard, this is Mr Stump and his husband Mr Wentz, Patrick and Pete, two of our biggest clients," Frank said, once the torturous small talk was over.

"Pleasure to meet you," Gerard said in his most business-like voice, which sounded nothing like him. He had never had a formal job where he had to dress in a suit and suck up to the boss, he'd worked in a Barnes and Noble and Nickelodeon, not exactly the most exciting thing. This is why he tried to avoid the parties, talking to the people Frank worked with was hard because he could easily say the wrong thing and cause Frank to lose out.

"I'd actually love for you to talk to Ray, my underboss. He planned this whole thing and I think it would be great for you guys to tell him how we do our deals," Frank informed him. The way he talked to clients was a lot different from how he spoke to the people who worked for him and Gerard, he was more polite and overtly confident.

"Absolutely," Pete answered and Frank walked them over to Ray, who greeted them happily while Frank walked away with Gerard and pulled him up the stairs conspicuously.

"Where are we going?" Gerard asked, confused with the way Frank was abandoning his clients.

"We are one orgasm away from breaking our record," Frank smirked, leading Gerard down the corridor to their bedroom, which ironically had been the room they hadn't had sex in today. "And we're gonna make this fast so no one notices that we've gone."

"Sounds good to me," Gerard agreed and then there was a hand being shoved down his pants and a mouth on his. Frank moved his hand hastily, his mouth moving down to Gerard's jaw and towards his ear.

"Ti fa sentire bene, angelo mio*? " Frank whispered into Gerard's ear after Gerard let out a quiet moan, trying to be quiet even though the music from downstairs was loud. Frank's words sent another pulse of pleasure through him and he moaned even louder, bucking up into Frank's hand. How the fuck he could still get hard after four orgasms was a mystery.

*Does that feel good, my angel?'

"Please," Gerard gasped, close and needing more.

"Verrai per me, bambola*? " Seriously, Frank speaking in Italian really did it for Gerard because after that Gerard came all over Frank's hand and underwear and fell backwards onto the wall. Frank took his hand out of Gerard's pants, finding a towel to wipe it on. "Come on, get some new underwear on and let's go."

*'Come for me, doll'