Frank woke up on Christmas morning and was both surprised and not to find that it was fucking freezing even for California. His automatic response was to turn and curl up against Gerard, who usually wasn't very warm but he was still warmer than their surroundings after hours under the covers. He wormed his way around from one side to the other and lay his head on Gerard's chest, smiling sleepily as both arms wrapped around him, he craned his neck up to give Gerard a kiss, smiling when he felt his Dominant kissing back even in his sleep. He scrambled up to lay himself on top of Gerard, not caring in the slightest that he had draped his full weight over the man - he knew he was strong enough to support it anyway.

They continued to kiss so innocently, but Frank let out a giggle when he felt Gerard's hands on his waist as they slipped under his t-shirt. He ran his fingers through his Master's faded orange hair, smiling to himself when he noted the few grey hairs that had begun shining through at his hairline. He yelped as Gerard rolled them onto their sides, giggling sleepily with giddy glee every time he was thrown around like a doll.

"Good morning."

"Morning, Papa." Frank whispered back, rubbing his nose gently over Gerard's, closing his eyes as he stimmed happily, his brain allowing him a moment to focus on the way Gerard's voice sounded every time he woke up, and the way it made his stomach twist. He felt Gerard kiss him again, and he reciprocated instantly, melting when he felt both hands on his ass squeezing slowly. He couldn't help but grind down against him, letting Gerard suck on his bottom lip as he whined and panted, his body already filled with the morning's usual hormones, but today was so much worse. The slow movement of his hips had his erection slowly rub against Gerard's morning wood, the sensation left him breathless.

He continued the action, eliciting more and more low, long noises from Gerard that made him never want to stop. It made him shudder as he rolled them back over so he could fully sit his weight down on his Dominant, grinding down against him with nothing but sleep pants and panties between them. He put both hands flat on Gerard's chest, marveling in the strength, watching as those lustful, emerald eyes closed and his head went back automatically.

He yelped in fright suddenly when his alarm began to blare next to him, and Gerard glared at it unhappily, but he knew they couldn't ignore it. Six in the morning was breakfast time, and Gerard had to eat around the same time, and have his insulin in advance, and because of this rigorous routine, Frank had found that setting alarms for everything helped him get it done on time. This specific alarm had been a cockblock on more than one occasion, and Frank had grown to loathe it. Gerard sighed softly as he shifted Frank's weight off of his erection, "We will have to wait, I see."

Frank couldn't help the pout on his face, and he was in no mood to hide it. Why should he hide his admonition for the one damn thing that ruined their mood? He was going to make it everyone's problem, including the man trying to move him and was not succeeding for once. Gerard was often surprised by Frank's strength even though he knew how strong he could be, the workout routine didn't build muscle because he didn't ever need it. He lifted Josh once, and even Ty was impressed - this was post-dare war, when Ty had eaten his words. Gerard smiled, "We can do something later if you're still so desperate for cock."

"Course I am, it's Christmas." Frank stated as if that fact should have been self-explanatory, folding his arms in resolution as Gerard tried once again to move him.

"And those things go hand in hand?" Gerard grunted softly as he lay back down, looking up at Frank.

"Like turkey and gravy."

"I can't say I've ever had Christmas synonymous with sex." Gerard chuckled as he tried to roll them both over, but Frank had hooked his legs under Gerard's thighs and had made it impossible unless Gerard wanted a heel to the knee.

"Why do you think so many babies are born in September and August, Gerard. Christmas humping is essential. It's, like, a rite of passage."

Gerard let out a proper laugh that had Frank smiling with pride, "Turkeys and chickens aren't the only ones who get stuffed this festive season, sir."

He chuckled softly, "I'll keep that in mind, boy. But for now, I need to have my insulin so we can eat."

Frank sighed dramatically, "Yes, sir." as he rolled off his lap so that Gerard could sit up. He paused as he watched Gerard take his little kit from his bedside table, "Sir?"

"Hmm?"

"Why don't you consider getting one of those monitors you put on your arm or leg for your insulin and stuff?" He asked as he watched Gerard prick his finger and test his blood sugar with the small device. It took Frank a second of staring at his Master's hands to realize that pricking his finger multiple times a day was probably the reason why Gerard's fingertips were never soft no matter how many times he moisturized. Frank wasn't sure how he felt, but he did continue with his train of thought, "It looks like a lot of hassle when there's a little machine that can do it for you. I know you're privileged enough to afford one, sir."

"I am. I've been offered one by my medical aid." He took out his vial of insulin and a syringe, "I've just been doing this for so long that it's second nature. Why change?"

"Why not?" Frank challenged playfully, leaning in to help Gerard with his injection, taking the syringe from him carefully.

"Touché." He whispered, his eye twinging as Frank administered the insulin at a steady pace, letting his thumb push on the plunger as he counted one deep exhale, just as Gerard had shown him.

"Promise we can have sex later?" He whispered as he applied pressure to the little mark on Gerard's stomach, ebbing the trickle of blood flow. He held his pinky finger out for Gerard to take, but instead, the latter leaned in to suck on his finger. Frank squealed and laughed, "You're so gross!"

"You're one to talk." Gerard kissed his fingertip gently.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You never do, Mr. Stuffed-Like-a-Turkey."

"I wish I was stuffed like a turkey." Frank muttered, "God, you're so mean to me on Christmas."

"You love how mean I am, boy."

Frank grinned, "Maybe."

"Maybe I do-" Gerard was cut off when Frank tackled him into a hug, pinning him down but carefully so as to not hurt his stomach.

"0 to 1 for Frank."

"For now. The game is never over, boy."

Frank smiled smugly, "There's a game now?"

"Perhaps. But you shouldn't even consider the thought of winning. You never win against me, little boy." Gerard eyed him, his gaze stern and his voice hinted and edged with venom, but to the unsuspecting passerby, that voice seemed nothing short of polite, maybe even charming. To Frank, it sent a shiver down his spine. But he was winning, and he couldn't show any weakness now. He let go and got up, still in nothing but Gerard's Sisters of Mercy t-shirt and some panties. He yelped quietly as he got a slap to the butt when Gerard passed him on the way to the bathroom, but he pretended not to notice at all.

Frank pulled on some thermal tights and a pair of black jeans and socks, pulling on a black turtleneck over a thermal vest. Gerard had opted for a pair of brown slacks and a very soft cashmere sweater in a dark forest green.

They made their way downstairs and into the kitchen where Frank made breakfast for the two of them, a baked French toast casserole with raspberries, mixed nuts, and a diabetic syrup he had found at a health shop. Gerard seemed very pleased with his breakfast, which surprised Frank a great deal. Gerard never really liked sweet things for breakfast and preferred to have eggs or toast rather than a sickly sweet concoction Frank had been dying to make. But maybe he was willing to compromise considering it was a special day.

After breakfast and a quick clean of the kitchen, he had to cook lunch for the four of them, and he had everything planned out on his iPad. He was in charge of Christmas dinner for the first time, and to say that he was so nervous and excited, it was a vast understatement. The door opened and Josh walked in with a dopey smile on his face, his faded pink curls all messy, and a bright purple hickey emblazoned his neck. Frank eyed him and miserable Ty behind him with a knowing, albeit jealous, smirk. He continued chopping parsley, "I see someone had sex."

"I see someone didn't." Ty grinned, wearing a tank top despite the cold, with evident red welts on his biceps, "Problems in paradise, pixie?"

"Suck a fart." Frank muttered irritably, "We've decided to wait... Much to my dismay."

Josh couldn't help but grin as he turned on some music, unleashing Michael Bublé on Ty's unhappy ears. He eyed him ruefully, but that didn't seem to diminish Josh's good mood in the slightest. Josh gave everyone a hug and, after some nudging, Ty did the same reluctantly. Josh smiled as he wrapped his arms around Frank, "Merry Christmas, baby."

"Merry Christmas, Joshy." Frank blushed, gripping his wooden spoon far too tightly as the butterflies in his stomach refused to relent. He and Josh were also very surprised to see Ty give Gerard a small peck on the cheek. Josh was suddenly grabbed by the nape of his neck and he immediately submitted like a dog, melting at the firm grip as Gerard pulled him backward. He knew who it was, as Papa was the only one who took him by the back of the neck, Ty was more of a hand-over-throat kind of man. Josh melted as he got his own Christmas kiss, his knees buckling. Frank let go of his wooden spoon as he was pulled into an embrace by Ty, hiding his face in the tall man's chest. A Ty hug was exceedingly rare, so when it happened, he reveled in it. He took in a deep inhale of Ty's warm woodsy scent and closed his eyes. Frank felt so genuinely content and at ease as he began to realize that he was spending Christmas with his family - his new family. His forever family.

Josh eventually went with Ty into the living room to help him start a fire, leaving Frank alone with Gerard and the start of their Christmas feast. He turned his attention back to the brown roux he had started for the gravy when he felt two arms wrap around his chest from behind. He smiled happily, blinking profusely when he felt lips on his neck, his breath leaving his chest in shaky waves, the warmth of Gerard's chest against his back made goosebumps rise down his arms. He swayed with his Dominant slowly, listening to the sounds of some old Christmas music Gerard had put on, most likely Dean Martin.

Frank's train of thought was immediately derailed when one of Gerard's hands slipped down to palm him slowly, and as much as Frank wanted to enjoy it, he couldn't. He sighed softly, whining when Gerard began nibbling on his earlobe. "Please, don't. Not while fucking Jingle Bells is playing."

"Then play something else." Gerard whispered and Frank couldn't help the giggle that left him, but he cursed when he realized he had almost forgotten his gravy. He turned the heat down and stepped away from the stove, but he was already pink in the face and somewhat sweaty - and it wasn't from the cooking. Suddenly, his black turtleneck was way too tight. He could hear Josh scream-laughing from the living room and he smiled at the joyful sound, the likelihood that he was being tickled by his Daddy seemed rather high considering the way he was shrieking and begging him to stop. This also meant that Ty's mood had improved somewhat since he had entered the house, also a plus.

Frank had practically finished everything he needed to do after an hour. The chicken and the vegetarian main dishes were in the oven, the sides had been prepared for their turn to cook, and the cold dishes were in the fridge. With all his duties completed as far as possible, Frank found himself perched on the island counter with Gerard standing between his thighs, sucking on his neck and making him far too needy for his own good, He had one hand tightly grasping his Dominant's hair, and the other palm-down on the counter to try and keep himself upright. He was so desperate for anything but every time he tried to beg, Papa would say no. He was completely thrown overboard and weakened to his core when he heard Gerard whisper, "Baby boy needs to wait."

He had no idea how he was meant to keep an even keel after something like that, especially when Gerard had never ever referred to him in that way. Not once. He panted, his toes curling in his socks, his chest heaving, his jeans far too tight. He wanted to sob, and yet, Gerard's self-control remained stony and resolute.

He was miserable all through lunch, the hand on his thigh only removing itself for a few seconds at a time before returning, and Frank did his best to ignore the knowing glances between Ty and Josh as if they knew what was going on, and that Frank was trying to hide it. He wasn't at all, he was proud of being touched by his Master, and honored all the same. The food had been cooked to perfection and Frank had been given so much praise that he almost felt the need to retreat into the neck of his shirt. Ty had two plates of food, and Josh had three, which was a feat in itself but he managed very well. After everyone had finished their food and had a bowl of pudding, Frank hurried off to get his Santa hat and sit at Gerard's feet. He had been dubbed the gift giver and he was so excited. He cleaned Gerard's glasses and handed them up to him, smiling as he grabbed the big bag of gifts, digging for the first one.

There were four kinds of wrapping paper in the box, one from each person. Josh's wrapping paper was green and covered in cartoon dogs wearing Christmas accessories, Ty's was wrapped in plain brown paper and twine, Frank's was black with a red bow, and Gerard's was blue with white snowflakes.

He pulled out a box and read the label, handing it to Ty with a smile, but he was practically vibrating as it was his gift to Daddy and he knew he'd love it. Ty unwrapped the box and pulled out three books: The Heart of the Buddha's Teaching by Thich Nhat Hanh, Radiant Mind by Jean Smith, and Bones, Stones, and Buddhist Monks by Gregory Schopen. Ty's eyes widened in surprise as he turned each book over to examine and read the description. He smiled, bowing his head toward Frank as a silent thank. Frank smiled brightly as he pulled out a big box wrapped in brown and handed it to Josh, "From Daddy."

Josh grinned as he took the big box and tore it open, pulling out a handmade pup hood of black leather and brass studs. It was so beautiful and so well-crafted that Frank found himself feeling rather envious even though he'd have no need for a puppy hood, it was just so pretty. Ty leaned in with a smirk as he touched the upright ear of the hood with a black-nail fingertip, "Also made myself one, chiot."

Josh immediately turned a soft shade of pink to match his hair, shrinking in submission as he clutched the hood to his chest and looked up at his Dominant from under his lashes meekly, "Really?" Ty nodded and turned to brush Josh's curls back gently and the latter leaned in to give him a hug, "Thank you, Daddy."

Frank turned to hand Gerard a box covered in puppies, "From Joshy."

Gerard took the box wrapped in Christmas puppy paper and carefully began unwrapping his gift, taking out three books that immediately made him smile. Frank sat up straighter to have a look, and Gerard turned the books around for Frank to see. Josh had bought him Les Liaisons Dangereuses by Choderlos de Laclos, L'Étranger by Albert Camus, and The Flowers of Evil by Charles Baudelaire. Frank took one of them curiously to read the back as Gerard thanked Josh, but Frank jumped when he remembered it was his turn to pick a gift. He dug through the bag to find something with his name on the label and pulled out the first thing he could find - a gift from Ty.

He unwrapped it to find two different boxes in one, and instantly went for the bigger box, grinning with excitement. He opened the box, and his jaw dropped as he stared at the cherry red, black-trimmed, steel-ringed play collar. Frank picked it up carefully to examine it closely; he could see Ty had used faux leather, and he was so eternally grateful. There were D-rings all the way around it at intervals, a big O-ring right at the front, and beautiful, shiny silver studs. It was by no means a simple collar, as it had two layers of leather and way too many studs and rings, but Frank loved the look of maximalist gear. He squealed excitedly and looked at Ty, "You made this?"

"I did. I made both gifts, pixie." He smiled as Frank handed the play collar to Papa to look at, and opened the second box. Somehow, despite this gift being way more simple than the other, he loved it even more. It was a plain silver band, almost like a cuff, but very thin and not for the wrist. He picked it up to examine it, and right on the front, engraved with a stamping tool, was the one simple word that made his stomach coil: owned.

That was when he realized that it was a new day collar as Gerard had accidentally snapped the last one by accident. He felt so naked without his velvet day collar and being without it felt as though he had lost a limb, it had become so engrained in his very being that he felt more naked without his crown than he did without clothing. He was devastated when it broke, but he tried not to show it too much - he didn't want to make Gerard feel too guilty. He touched the plain silver choker with shaky fingertips, and he turned to look at Gerard with big eyes, holding the collar out to him. He turned a little to face him, allowing his Dominant the honor to collar him once more, putting the collar on around his neck and over his turtleneck so it could be seen. Frank smiled proudly, looking up at his Master with adoration in his eyes. Gerard smiled and picked up the play collar, "We can put this one to use later, boy."

Frank grinned and turned his attention back to the bag, pulling out the first one in his reach, to read the label. He handed Ty another box, "From Josh."

Ty reached out to take it and sat back again, opening the box. His eyebrows went up and he looked at Josh with evident surprise. Frank sat up to crane his neck, being as nosy as a cat smelling fish. Ty smirked at Josh devilishly and picked up one of the ornate daggers from the set, unsheathing it from the brass, bejeweled enclosure to examine the sharp blade. Frank immediately knew what those were for when he spotted the intricate twine wrapped around the handles to increase the grip. Knifeplay.

Frank swallowed and busied himself with the bag of gifts, doing his best to ignore the anxiety in his stomach. He looked up again when Ty groaned unhappily and saw that Josh had given him two gifts, the second was a new phone. Ty's old device was so smashed and it was so old that it still had buttons. He huffed quietly despite taking Josh's hand to kiss it softly. He examined the phone as he opened the box, "Great. More technology."

"It's fine, Daddy. I'll show you how to use it, okay? But... But look, it's a brand new iPhone 6S. It only came out a few weeks ago. It's so easy to use, I promise."

Ty leaned in to give Josh a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you, chiot."

Frank handed Josh the gift from himself, smiling brightly as Josh opened a giant black box of handmade chocolates in various flavors from peppermint to caramel and even a few hazelnut ones, and a tattoo voucher from his favorite shop. He grinned, stuffing one of the peppermint candy cane truffles into his mouth, "Phamk you!"

Ty cringed at the sound of Josh's sloppy chewing, mushing a large chocolate between his teeth. Frank laughed softly and handed Gerard his next gift, "From ton frère."

Gerard turned to eye Ty suspiciously as he took the brown box, "If I unwrap any of your little taxidermy animals or a skeleton, I will never suck you off again."

Ty grinned malevolently, "Too bad. The whole cast of Cats is in there."

"Ty, those are people dressed as cats. That's murder."

Ty shrugged as he sat back with his feet on Josh's lap, "So?"

Gerard eyed him, "Is Christmas really the time to joke about mass murder?"

"Oh, as if there was no such thing as murder on Christmas. Didn't the King try and kill a baby Messiah or some shit?"

Gerard nodded sagely as he began unwrapping his gift, "Fair point."

Frank sat up to peek into the box and felt his chest seize. Sitting in the box was a wrist cuff that matched his play collar: the same red leather with black trim and steel fixtures. And next to it was a thin gold cuff that matched his day collar, a simple golden band with no details whatsoever except for the stamped engraving: Owner.

Gerard picked up the gold bracelet and held it out to Frank before he lifted the sleeve of his sweater, allowing his submissive to fasten it around his wrist. Ty knew that Gerard preferred gold to silver, but every other detail was identical enough to make it a matching set.

"It was either those or I was going to get you both matching cock cages." Ty waved a hand, "I figured this might be more practical."

"Since when do you care about practicality, dear brother?"

"Since I started dating the angel on my shoulder." Ty nudged Josh playfully, "He gives me the 'yes' or 'no' these days."

"I thought you were the Dominant, Joseph?"

"I am, but just because I'm in control, doesn't mean I'm in charge."

Gerard looked at the two of them for a long second, squinting, before he spoke, "That must have been some Earth-shattering sex you had this morning."

"I let him fuck me in my sleep, sir." Josh whispered as his cheeks turned a ruddy red color, his voice dropping in volume as he grew sheepish, "And some other stuff..."

Ty smiled smugly, "For a bottom, he knows how to eat ass."

Josh let out a loud whine and hid his face away. His reaction was so averse that it even made Frank blush just from looking at him. Gerard smiled warmly, "Josh isn't a bottom, Ty. He's your bottom, but he's a vers."

Josh had hidden himself in his hoodie now, refusing to come out. And everyone knew that he was probably overwhelmed and needed the attention taken away from him so he could calm down. Frank could immediately see that Josh needed help with diffusing the situation, so he grabbed the next box for himself and grinned when he saw Josh's name on the label. He unwrapped the paper and opened the box, his eyes widening when he saw the butter-leather platform Mary-Janes laying there in the box just for him. Josh knew that Frank was trying to wear more heeled shoes, but stilettos still scared him a bit, and he wasn't as confident wearing them as he was wearing a platform. Frank squealed excitedly as he unwrapped the shoes from the tissue paper and began putting them on.

"You'll be closer to us now at that height." Josh smiled as he reappeared, fixing his hoodie strings.

Ty snorted, "Please, who is 'us'? You're only a few inches taller than him." Josh turned to scowl at him but Ty smiled, "I like your height."

But Josh continued to scowl, muttering unhappily that he was also a tall boy. Frank looked in the box and was surprised to find a second small gift tucked away. He picked it up, running a finger over the black velvet before he opened it. He stared down at the diamond-encrusted mockingbird pendant on a thin silver chain, and a lump formed in his throat. He looked at Josh as tears blurred in his eyes, and he got up to give him a big hug, letting his boyfriend put it on for him.

Thereafter, Ty received a brand new laptop from Gerard and was seemingly so unhappy and grateful at the same time, just as he had done with the phone. He hated technology but he knew it would help his business so it was necessary gifts- which, Josh had reminded him, is exactly what he asked for, as he liked the practicality of his gifts rather than sentimentality.

Josh got his gift from Papa next, unwrapping a first-edition copy of To Kill a Mockingbird in a protective case. He stared at it in disbelief and tried to stammer out the right words, swallowing as he held it so gingerly, afraid to break it in any way. He even got up to put it out of harm's way whilst Frank handed out the next gift. Gerard received some diabetic chocolates and a box set of colorful Star Wars socks from Josh in all shades of blue, red, and mustard yellow. Frank was growing increasingly curious about his gift from Gerard as he didn't see it in the bag, but he was sure Papa had bought him something. Maybe it was in their playroom.

Instead, he decided to bite the bullet and take out his gifts for Gerard first. He handed him a large box, watching as he unwrapped a beautiful little marble statue of Apollo and Hyacinth, a foot-long replica of the same statue that was made by Stefano Ricci in the Palazzo Pitti in Florence. Gerard's eyes widened, his gift clearly unexpected, but he smiled instantly, "This is absolutely beautiful, boy. Thank you."

Ty leaned in closer, "Why are their dicks so small? Wasn't Apollo hung, or something?"

Frank let out a huff of disapproval, "Back when they made all these, the artists were all commissioned to make men's dicks the same size so no one could compare, and it also wouldn't ruin the statue if everyone was staring at Apollo's dick hanging down to his fucking knees. And also, having a smaller dick back then meant that you were after intellectual pursuits, and decrepit older men had long cocks."

"You saying I'm dumb because my cock is big?" Ty scowled at him, "I'm not stupid, and I'm not fucking old."

"Please just stop talking. You know that's not what I said. I was quoting directly from textbooks I've read on the subject. The Greeks didn't care about dick size, Ty."

"No way it was that big, then."

"I'm hyperbolizing, Ty. On purpose. Besides, it doesn't matter anyway, Apollo was known as a great lover despite whatever size he had. That's what matters."

"Oh. Well, how big was it, then?"

"I don't fucking know, do I?" Frank scoffed before he turned to look at Gerard with a hopeful smile, "You really like it?"

Gerard merely smiled and gave Frank a kiss, "A beautiful gift from a beautiful boy. Of course, I like it. I'll put it on my desk."

Frank smiled happily: Gerard's desk was an honor, even more so than a drawing on the fridge. And he was hoping that his next gift would also end up in the office. But he frowned when he realized just how stupid it was, and he immediately began to rethink his gift. He sighed softly, "I should have given you this one first, the statue is better."

"That matters not, my Cyn. Any gift from you means more to me than anything."

He held the thin box out to Gerard, watching as he opened it to reveal a sterling silver, ornate picture frame, and inside it was a picture that Frank had gotten printed of himself in his Christmas sweater sitting on Santa's lap like a good boy. Behind it was a regular photo of himself if Gerard wanted to swap it out after the festive season was over. Gerard let out a laugh, and Frank immediately tried to snatch it away, his face warm with embarrassment, but Gerard held it out of his reach. He grinned brightly as he looked at the picture, "Look at this sweet boy sitting with Santa."

Frank panted, practically close to fainting from mortification, his body on the verge of shutting down as the others watched him scramble to rescue his gift from the clutches of his Dominant, "No, I changed my mind!"

"Too late, this is my favorite gift I have ever received."

Frank let out a whine, "I don't wanna do this anymore, it's stupid."

"Oh, no. It's mine now."

He sat down quietly, filled with regret. Gerard took him by the hair and pulled him back until he was looking at Gerard upside down from his perch on the floor. He leaned down to give him a kiss, "I have a gift for you."

"Oh?"

Gerard set his picture frame down carefully and got up, helping Frank to his feet before he tugged him out of the living room and across to the kitchen where he opened the door to the garage and stepped inside with him. Frank looked at Gerard's black Mercedes and a bright red Tesla Model 3 parked beside it. He wracked his brain as he tried to decipher who had come to visit and was hiding away. Did Lindsey get a new car? Was it someone in Gerard's family? But why didn't they join for lunch?

"Whose car is parked in our spot, sir?"

Gerard leaned against the wall, "That's your spot, So, it stands to reason that that's your car, isn't it?"

Frank froze suddenly as his head whipped back to the car, "M-M-Mine?!"

Gerard held up the car keys with a black pompom on it and a skull keychain, "Merry Christmas, boy."

Frank let out a shriek and snatched the keys, foregoing the permission for a hug, and just latching onto his Dominant before he ran to his car. Gerard gave Josh a nod, gesturing for him to accompany Frank on his first drive.

~

Later that evening after Ty and Josh had gone back next door to nap off their second round of food, Frank was laying on the bed reading Flowers of Evil, dressed in nothing but some comfy shorts and socks. He wasn't sure why, but recently he always felt the need to wear socks and felt so comfortable when his feet were in them- At least he was being kept warm this time. The door opened and he glanced up to see Gerard walking in, and he couldn't help but smile, "Hi, Papa."

"Enjoying my book?"

"Yes, sir. What you been up to?"

"I had a nice call with Lin for a while, just catching up. And then... My mother phoned me."

Frank sat up, "What? Really?"

He took off his slacks and set them aside on the ottoman, "She hasn't phoned me for the holidays in a good few years and I genuinely didn't think she would after she found out about us."

"What did she say?"

"She just wished us a festive holiday." Gerard sat down beside him on the bed.

"'Us'?" Frank whispered, "Me too?"

"She said 'you both'." Gerard shrugged.

Frank swallowed as a pit began to form in his stomach. He fidgeted with his ring, "Do you think she'll come to our wedding, sir?"

"Probably not, Frank. She doesn't approve of any queer behavior, and her son swearing his devotion to another man is sin in the eyes of God. Whether its true or not, it is her belief, and as much as I disagree, I cannot force her to change."

"I-I don't agree. She forced you to change."

"And I would be no better than her if I did the same."

Frank frowned and looked down at his hands, "But..."

"My boy, I know you hate it when you're aware of people out there who don't like you or don't approve of you. I understand. I know it's because of your father, but you cannot fix one bad relationship by trying to force another. If it is not meant to be, no amount of pandering will ever create a bridge strong enough for you both to meet in the middle. It is unfortunate, and I hate being the one to tell you, but I cannot see you look so devastated because of a woman who doesn't even deserve to take up residence in your head."

Frank pouted and lay down beside him, "I guess."

"We still have a family even if it isn't the typical standard. You have a brother and two caregivers and you have a mother and a few cousins. And James. What more could you want?"

He smiles at him, "You my caregiver?"

"I don't see anyone else making sure you eat and wipe your tears." He turned onto his side to face Frank, propping his head up on his hand. He leaned in to kiss Frank softly, pushing him onto his back gently, and Frank wasn't about to argue.

He pawed at Gerard's shoulders, trying to pull him as close as possible, sighing in relief when he felt the weight of his Dominant pushing him against the mattress. He lifted his hips instinctively and knotted his finger in Gerard's hair, kissing him messily as he panted through his nose. They continued to kiss for an age, and Frank had yet to find the need to stop no matter how breathless he felt. Gerard sat up to rid himself of his shirt and then he smiled, his cheeks only a hint of pink despite his shaky breathing, "Would you like to wear your new collar, boy?"

Frank's eyes widened and he nodded vehemently, hopping up to run and fetch it once Gerard had moved aside. He snatched his collar and made his way back to their bedroom where he found Gerard naked and waiting patiently. He smiled, "I hope you've anticipated this and I don't have to wait for you to clean up."

Frank smiled proudly as he walked over to the bed and knelt down beside it, holding his collar up to his Master in both hands, "Already done, sir. I'm all yours to use, sir."

Gerard carefully removed Frank's dainty day collar and replaced it with their new day collar, the snug fit of the leather was so supple and it made Frank's toes curl. He whispered a soft 'thank you, sir' as Gerard fastened the buckle, but Frank's brain had already focused in on the fact that his mouth was only a few inches from his Dominant's wistfully waiting cock. He let out a whine, his mouth filling with saliva at the thought of having it in his mouth. He glanced up at his Master, wordlessly begging, already drooling at the prospect. He closed his eyes as he felt a hand in his hair, guiding him as he opened his mouth, taking his Dominant in as much as he could allow.

He gagged immediately, holding onto his own knees, his brain fogging over instinctively as bright sparks of color danced behind his eyes, the weight and taste of Gerard in his mouth took rein of his subconscious and sent him spiraling down into submission. He relaxed his throat and tried to ignore his own ache, focusing solely on his Master, which he was proud to say that he had gotten really good at doing. He could feel the drool running down his chin and finally dripping down onto his knees, the sticky mix of fluids cold on his fired-up skin.

He was pulled off a second after Gerard breached his throat and made him gag again, tears blurring his vision to the point that he could only see a vague shape. He blinked, wincing as the grip in his hair tightened, and he keened as he was lifted up and practically shoved onto the bed. He lay on his back in the middle of the bed as instructed, and watched as Gerard took a bottle of lube from his bedside drawer. He kneeled down beside him to lube up his fingers and Frank lifted his knees, moaning and panting as the relief of fingers stretching his hole hit him like a cold shower in heatstroke. His toes curled against the sheets, his hands gripping the sheets before one reached out to stroke Gerard in the same rhythm.

He begged Gerard to go faster, lifting his hips up, panting through his nose as his left leg began to shake uncontrollably. He was surprised when he got what he wanted, a faster pace of fingers fucking him and abusing his prostate. His knees threatened to cave in at that point, and the frigid breeze of the winter air made the pool of precome on his lower belly feel even colder somehow.

He wrapped a hand around Gerard's arm next to him and tried to slow him down before he remembered the one thing that would work, "Sir, wait. Pineapple."

Gerard stopped and looked at him, surprised and concerned at the sudden utterance. Frank smiled breathlessly, "I'm fine, I just... I'm getting really cold. Can we please turn the heating up a bit more?"

Gerard leaned in to give him a kiss and grabbed the remote that controlled the central heating, turning the temperature up to a warmer seventy-three degrees. Frank smiled, "Thank you, sir. Uh, can... do you think we could do what Ty and Josh do, and have two safewords? One for red, one for orange?"

Gerard nodded as he sat down and continued to stroke Frank's aching cock, teasing his piercing and edging him slowly, "Of course. Pineapples would be red, I assume?"

Frank took a second to focus on the pleasure he felt before he nodded and lay back, "Yes, sir."

"And orange?"

"Fuck," Frank breathed as he felt a finger teasing his hole again, "Um..."

"Focus."

Frank frowned as he tried his best, "Um... Orange."

"Yes."

"I..." Frank tried to wade through the mental fog of his subspace to locate words that made sense, but the only words his brain would allow were the words he had been trained to remember during sex. How was he supposed to think of a word he'd never say, if he didn't even know his own damn name?

"Come on, boy. Don't make me ask again." Gerard whispered as he slipped two fingers back in, massaging Frank's prostate so agonizingly slowly that it made him almost dizzy, "You'll need to remember this safeword, too."

Frank swallowed and whined, rolling his hips, "Sir, please-"

"Try again."

"Orange." Frank whispered, "Orange, orange, orange."

"Pineapple and orange, boy?" Gerard clarified and Frank nodded quickly, letting out a sob as he got so close to his climax already. And it was even worse when he felt Gerard pull his fingers out, his brain so focused on his climax that he didn't register why Gerard would stop. It only made sense when he felt Gerard pushing into him, and his brain melted all over again. He lifted his knees up and wrapped his arms around his legs, keeping them out of the way as his Master filled him to breaking point. No matter how many times they had sex, Frank could never bypass the initial fullness and burn of that first push.

He held his breath, whining as Gerard pushed in properly, the last few inches buried with one powerful stroke that knocked the oxygen out of Frank's body entirely. He let go of his legs and hung them over Gerard's shoulders, pulling him down to kiss him roughly. Gerard did the same as he always did after pushing in; grinding against Frank to get him used to the intrusion and to get him even needier - as if it were possible. But it worked every single time, without fail.

The angle also made Frank feel so full, fit to burst, and he could never think of anything better if he tried. He whined and pawed at Gerard's shoulders, trying to get him to move already, the ache returning to his stomach and the rise of his climax ebbing like low tide. Gerard sat up and took Frank's legs off of his shoulders to hold his ankles with one hand, fucking into him at a steady pace without any build-up.

Frank's eyes crossed involuntarily as his head went back on the pillow, his hand under the headrest to grip the edge of the mattress for some sort of leverage. He couldn't help the little moans that left him with every thrust, his mouth hanging open and Gerard took it as an open invitation to spit.

Frank tried his best to move a bit, the angle still had Gerard pounding into him and hitting his prostate over and over without a single miss. The build inside his body grew at an alarming rate, and yet it was a feeling so different to his climax, a horrendous tingle that his soggy brain couldn't decipher.

It was when Gerard decided to go even faster that Frank discovered the answer to his riddle, one too many thrusts against his prostate had him lose control for a split second, his stomach wet with warmth that surprised him. He yelped and whined, begging Gerard to stop, but his cries fell onto deaf ears - or ears that didn't care for his pathetic piggy squeals. He tried with no success to push Gerard's chest, he tried to get him away before it was too late, but his slow brain didn't realize that 'too late' was already too late.

He sobbed as he lost control of himself completely, his face red with humiliation as he drenched his own stomach and chest with piss. It took Gerard a minute to realize what had happened, and at that point, Frank was shaking and crying, the warm fluid running up into the juncture of his neck and down to the sheets. He stopped, staring down at his submissive that could barely speak. He pulled out and sat back to examine the large wet patch now soaking into their sheets, and he pursed his lips.

"What the fuck did you just do?" He grabbed Frank by the jaw, earning a whimper in response. He panted, whining and whimpering as he tried to ignore the pain in his teeth from the iron grip on his masseters.

"I- Was an accident-" Frank barely managed to stammer before he was smacked across the head. He cried out, his body shuddering when Gerard pulled out and flipped him over, pushing his face into the already-cold wet patch. He tried to squirm free as if he were laying in acid, his body repulsed and aroused by the mess he made, but his brain felt conflicted by that assumption almost completely. He held onto the edge of the mattress underneath his pillow, gritting his teeth as Gerard pushed in roughly, fucking him at the same pace as if there had been no abrupt interruption. That same pace also meant that Frank's prostate was being tortured and tormented all over again, and despite the fact that he had made such a mess, he could tell that it wasn't about to end.

He tried to reach back and grab onto any part of his Dominant that he could reach, but his damp hand only slipped from reach and fell limp. He clenched and tensed as he felt more warmth run down his stomach and chest and under his chin, following the slope of his arched body until he could taste his own piss on his lips. He hated it, he wanted to safeword immediately, so embarrassed and guilty, but he wouldn't allow himself just yet. He wasn't at his tipping point, he wasn't stretched thin enough, yet.

Gerard seemed to immediately understand what had happened and he stopped, an irate grunt leaving his mouth as he pulled out and shoved Frank away from him in disgust. Frank flopped over onto his side, panting and staring at the wall with unfocused eyes, his brain far too deep in his subspace to bother refocusing.

His thighs shook uncontrollably, his hole stretched and throbbing, but he still had yet to be pushed to his limit. However, Gerard seemed far too close to snapping very soon, and that thought scared Frank more than the idea of safewording too prematurely. A hand in his hair snapped him a little further into his headspace but a little more into his surroundings - especially the man doing said yanking. He whined loudly and buckled under the sheer strength of his Master's grip, panting as he tried to lean into the pain and ease it somewhat. He couldn't bear to look Gerard in the eye, or even remotely near his face, and focused on the wet patch that he had made, his stomach swirling with such intense humiliation that he felt nauseated and lightheaded.

"Who gave you the right to soil my possessions, runt?" Gerard hissed as he lifted Frank up by his sweat-damp hair. Frank yelped as Gerard shook him by the hair, the same irritated shake that took back to when he was a toddler and his father would shake him and ask him what the fuck was wrong with him because he liked to play with mama's heels rather than trucks. The shake awoke a very intrinsic part of Frank that had been dormant for many years, the condescension in one simple action had his floodwall break immediately and he began to cry. He shook his head despite it pulling at his follicles, and all he wanted to do was say 'sorry' and try to fix whatever it was that he had done to upset Gerard, but he didn't even know anymore.

He tried to croak out another weak apology when he was cut off by Gerard climbing off the bed and physically pulling Frank onto the floor by his arm. He sobbed at the burn of carpet on his knees, dropping to the ground when Gerard finally let go of his burning scalp. He continued to weep brokenly and beg for forgiveness, even going so far as to nuzzle Gerard's feet with his tear-stained face, but Gerard stepped back a moment later.

"No one gave you permission to touch me, did they?" Gerard asked in a surprisingly nonchalant tone that made Frank wince and sob again, his face covered in tears, saliva and snot. Frank just stayed there as he tried to breathe, his chest wracking and hiccuping with each unladen of sadness that came forth after being buried for two decades. He dared to glance up at his Dominant and flinched, looking back down at his own red knees.

"Your transgressions of filth have made me beyond furious, boy. Your punishment will be severe." Gerard folded his arms, "Look at me, you sordid little animal."

Frank tried his best to look up at Gerard, fighting the submissive urge to avoid gaze at all costs. Gerard reached down to stroke himself where he stood, his hand slow and deliberate because he knew Frank's gaze would never remain on his face if he were touching himself. He was right; only a second later did Frank find himself openly gawking at his Dominant's hard length, his mouth filled with saliva that threatened to drip from his chin and make even more of a mess.

He sat up properly on his knees in an attempt to be a good boy after his big accident, and put his shaky hands behind his back, waiting for some sort of instruction or gesture. Gerard kept him at the precipice for an agonizing amount of time after that moment, stroking himself slow and fast, edging and teasing his own cock until Frank felt himself on the verge of tears once again. He looked up at Gerard with tears in his eyes and opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out flat in the hopes that Papa would oblige a needy boy his one wish.

Gerard put a hand on the back of Frank's head, guiding himself slowly into his submissive's mouth as slowly as possible, allowing Frank to feel every strain and stretch in skin and bone simultaneously. He exhaled shakily through his nose and wiggled his hips, settling himself as comfortably as feasibly possible whilst kneeling on the carpet. He closed his eyes, feeling Gerard's movements pick up their pace steadily, his own deep breathing was steady in comparison to the young submissive, a clear indicator of who kept themselves in more shape than the other.

Frank tried to swallow, gagging around his Master's dick so violently that he immediately wanted to pull off, but Gerard refused to let him move an inch, the hand on the back of his skull kept him in place. He fought back the tears this time, knowing it would start to give him a headache, and he didn't want that to ruin their scene yet again. He steadied himself internally and relaxed his throat, using his hands now in his lap to stim quietly and focus on something else.

He had tapped each finger on his thumb from back and forth a few times and found that it helped a great deal for him to unclench more than expected. He moaned softly, his body finally able to enjoy the experience with his Dominant, his erection growing from a semi back into its aching fullness especially now that he no longer had to pee. He looked up at Gerard from under his lashes to catch sight of him, his brows furrowed and his lips parted as he panted, his pale face tinged a rose pink and gleaming with a sheen of sweat. He had both hands on the back of Frank's head now, fucking his mouth roughly and without relent.

He watched Gerard's head fall back and his heart gave a leap, anticipating his Master's impending orgasm. But what he didn't anticipate was the sudden familiar warmth in his mouth and involuntarily down his throat. A familiar sweet and sticky quality that he knew all too well. He gagged and tried to push back, his mouth suddenly full of piss that he absolutely refused to swallow. Gerard pulled out and Frank squirted a few drops onto his knees. He dug his nails into his thigh and looked up at Gerard defiantly, his cheeks swollen and full like a greedy chipmunk.

"You'd better swallow if you know what's good for you, boy."

Frank shook his head, trying not to gag when he felt the slosh of fluid in his mouth like sugary cordial. His immediate instinct was to spit, even though his inner submissive wanted to shower in it and be completely enveloped. The brat in him was absolutely fuming and insolent; there was no way in hell he would swallow after being snowballed with piss. Gerard took Frank by the hair again but instead of gripping, he pushed Frank's head down and squeezed his cheeks with sudden force, pushing his mouth open. His legs were covered in pee as it splattered onto his stomach and chest, as well as Gerard's feet. He coughed and pushed Gerard's hand away indignantly, wiping his mouth, "What the fuck was that for? Mine was an accident!"

"I don't care. If you're going to be an animal and piss all over my possessions, you will be punished accordingly."

"I'm not your possession." Frank squinted as he wiped his mouth on his arm.

"Au contraire, little boy, I disagree."