Later that day, after Frank and Gerard had taken a nap together, their limbs tangled and Frank's smaller body was curled under Gerard's tall frame, they had been woken up by the dog barking next door as the owners came home from work. Gerard groaned, his dick hardening as it pressed itself against Frank's back. It had been about three hours since Gerard had had his last orgasm and his body was beginning to heat up again.

"Gee?"

"Cranky?" Gerard asked softly as he buried his face in Frank's hair and took a sniff, the smell calming his internally raging fire just a smidge.

"You mean what you said earlier? About us?"

"Definitely." Gerard breathed out as he wrapped his arms around Frank, "God, you smell fucking good, Frankie."

"If you mean it, and not just because you want sex, then I say 'yes'," Frank replied simply and Gerard let out a small joyful howl, pushing Frank over before he rolled onto the omega and began kissing his shoulder. Frank sighed contentedly at the affection, closing his eyes as Gerard slowly and deliberately pushed his dick against Frank's ass. He placed kisses along his spine, moan that left Frank was lower in pitch and volume, his own hips pushing down into the mattress for friction.

"Frankie..." Gerard all but purred, "Frank, I need you."

"I'll fix it."

Gerard sat up and put his long fingers on his omega's ass, kneading the flesh before he leaned down and ran his tongue over the exposed flesh. The omega jumped in fright before he edged closer, letting Gerard's mouth wander to where he wanted to be.

"O-Oh shit-" The pretty omega gasped as Gerard licked and lapped at his asshole slowly, moaning to himself at the taste of honey and sex on his tongue. He wrapped his hand around his dick and stroked himself lazily. The omega was almost sobbing, the moans that were leaving him were disgustingly primal and desperate, his thighs trembling at the intensity.

"Gee..." His omega gasped out, "Gerard." He pulled away and sat up before he climbed off of the bed, "Lay down, you jerk."

Gerard grinned sheepishly as he slid down onto the bed and rolled onto his back. He looked the Alpha up and down, his eyes resting for a longer second on Gerard's erection that was leaking on his stomach. The flushed omega nodded to himself before he leaned over and took a large puff of his inhaler, watching as Gerard let out a small laugh and looked at his pink cheeks.

"Do I take your breath away?" Gerard chided with a shit-eating grin and his omega scowled before he climbed onto Gerard's lap and leaned in, watching Gerard's eyes lust over.

"Yeah, of course. I'm always breathless around you. Suffocating me with your bullshit." He sat up and when Gerard reached out to touch him, he slapped Gerard's hands away sharply, grinding his hips down on Gerard's lap and the Alpha lifted his hips up, his breath ragged as the shots of pleasure spurred him on to want so much more. The omega smiled down at him, "You like, alpha?"

"What the fuck kinda question is that?" Gerard blurted out and the smaller wolf rolled his eyes as he sat up on Gerard and folded his arms.

"A question I'd like an answer to before you coat me in semen again if you don't mind." The omega shot back and Gerard pursed his lips, "Now, I asked if you like what you see, Way."

"Fuck yeah, I do." Gerard carefully put his hands on his omega's thighs, "I really like, omega."

"I'm glad you like how I look." The omega went pink and leaned in close, "But Gee, the thing is... Do you like how I taste?"

Gerard balked hard, his mouth dropping open at the blatant question. His mind instantly went blank and all he could do was nod. The flushed omega nodded in silence and lifted his leg. Gerard was about to protest the omega that was getting up but was cut off when all he did was turn around with his back to Gerard. He stared up at the smooth expanse of his omega's back and shoulders and was about to comment when he moved closer and bent over. Gerard let out a moan that was louder than he expected it to be, a warm tongue running up his length.

"Fucking hell, omega." Gerard panted, his eyes squeezed shut as his hips lifted, "God, yes."

The smaller wolf merely let out a hum and continued to lick Gerard's length with his warm tongue and a hand that was slowly stroking the base. Gerard reached behind him and puffed up his pillow before he reached up to run his hands over the omega's plump ass. He took Gerard into his mouth and Gerard barely managed to keep himself from crying out. He slid a finger into his omega's hole, feeling him moan around his length, and slid further down. Gerard slipped a second finger in, pulling and pushing his fingers in and out of the omega, crooking and rubbing them as his thumb pressed against the omega's sensitive taint. He yelped out in surprise and sat up, panting heavily. He ground himself down on Gerard's fingers, moaning as a hand stroked Gerard's length with deliberate steadiness.

Gerard sucked in a breath as his pretty omega stirred his hips in a circle, his sweet slick trailing down into Gerard's palm as he sped up. As he pushed himself into the fingers of the Alpha, he used both of his hands to stroke Gerard's thick length. He cried out as Gerard tilted his two fingers, pressing them down to knuckle at his prostate.

"O-Oh. Wh-" The smaller wolf gasped in surprise, "Shit. G-Gerard, fuck."

Gerard began to thrust his fingers in and out quickly as the omega went back down to mouth at the tip of Gerard's dick. Gerard took his omega by the hips and pulled him back, replacing his fingers with his tongue in an instant. The guttural moan that left him was loud but muffled by flesh as he sucked and licked roughly. The smaller wolf's body clenched and unclenched as his mouth bobbed up and down quickly. Gerard's tongue continued to press in and around his slick-slid hole and it was so sweet that his mouth was in overload. The omega's own moans were choked as he took as much of Gerard into his mouth as he could, desperately pushing back and forth. Gerard's head fell back when Frank's spare fingers began to massage his balls, easing and pushing Gerard into another knot. Gerard gasped and lifted his hips, his head back in the pillow as warm waves pulsated from his skin. The tight knots in his stomach were so tight that he was surprised he could move at all, especially with the way he was suddenly hit with a wave of vertigo. He felt the dizzying sensation every time he popped a knot, the intense fervency drew whatever was left of his blood supply, and with his height, it was a dangerous combination.

"Pleasepleaseplease," Gerard babbled quickly, "Fuck- Shit, I'm-"

The omega pulled off with an obscene pop and his heavy panted breaths were like a symphony to Gerard. All he wanted to do was push the omega back down so that he could come. His mind was so focused on his climax that he was about to scream. The omega merely shifted off of Gerard's chest and sat next to him on his knees before he took Gerard back into his mouth. Gerard's eyes widened to the point that it physically hurt. Despite the blur to his vision, he could still see the basic outline of his omega's mouth sliding down over his dick. He sat up with one arm keeping him up as he watched the talented omega's head move up and down over his dick, he watched the corners of his mouth turn white at the immense stretch.

His omega could barely go halfway down before he was choking and had to come back up, the sight alone had Gerard's chest swell with primal pride in both his omega and himself. His chest heaved as his hips lifted again, he snarled softly, wrapping a hand around the base of his dick. He instinctively began stroking himself as his omega took whatever he could into his mouth and pressed his tongue flat against the side.

"F-Fuck, such a good little one for your Alpha ." Gerard hissed from between his teeth as he jerked off quickly, his hand being pushed away by his omega, who picked up the very same movements; Gerard's free hand was knotted itself into the omega's soft brown hair.

"Hey. Omega, wait. Shit, I- You gotta stop. Fuck-" Gerard was so close to his release but he knew that his omega was playing literal chicken with his dick. Seeing who would move first. Gerard could see how badly his omega wanted to do this but he also didn't want his precious omega to drown.

Gerard tugged on the little wolf's hair and pulled him off. The omega's mouth came off with a visceral slurp, saliva running from his swollen lips and his eyes were dark with a primal lust that had a coil tighten in Gerard's stomach.

"Sorry. I just-" Gerard panted, "I didn't want you to die."

"I've...." The omega wiped his mouth on his arm, "I've done this before."

"You..." Gerard stopped the thought abruptly and his eyes widened, "Fuck."

"Don't think about it." His omega urged, "Want you to come for me."

"God, omega..." Gerard breathed out, "Fuck." His omega sat down and ran his tongue over Gerard's length but wrapped his hand around the base instead. Gerard sucked in a breathy moan, his knees buckling at the sheer pleasure - He was so close.

It wasn't even three strokes after that moment of conversation that Gerard hit his glorious peak, coming once more, the feeling of the warm gush on his stomach and chest, feeling his omega's hand working him with swift diligence. His moans were loud and unabashed, they were broken and filled with raw lust, and he couldn't deny that he saw stars behind his lids. His limbs felt like jelly as he collapsed back on the bed and wiped his hair from his face. He opened his bleary eyes and saw Frank looking down at him.

"What?" Gerard croaked as Frank came to sit beside him with his legs folded.

"You really mean it?" Frank frowned, "Honest?"

"About me 'n you?" Gerard asked as he sat up and went to reach for his cigarettes, "'Course, Frankie."

"How do I know you won't change your mind when your rut is done?" Frank folded his arm as Gerard lit up a cigarette and took a deep inhale of the lifeblood, his heart still racing in his chest, his fingers and toes still numb from his post-orgasm haze, and his knot still achingly hard against his stomach. He knew he just had to wait for it to go down and he would be fine until the next wave of insanity.

"Wanna know if I'm serious?" Gerard asked as he tucked an arm behind his head and left the cigarette hanging between his lips for a moment.

"Well, duh asshole." Frank scowled, "Kinda dumb question is that?"

"Well," Gerard exhaled and sat up slowly before he put on his glasses and looked at Frank with his bright pink cheeks and his big brown eyes, "I swear."

"On what?" Frank narrowed his eyes, "What do you swear on?"

"If I'm not serious about this and if I change my mind when this week is over then I'll never touch a cigarette or make another joke ever again," Gerard stated as he took another drag and exhaled the smoke out of the corner of his mouth and away from Frank.

"Don't joke like that." Frank muttered barely above a whisper, his eyes widening even more despite how Gerard remained solemn, "You mean it?"

"Well, fuck yeah," Gerard asked his cigarette into a nearby soda can and set it down on top of the tin. He blew the cloud of smoke away from Frank and looked at him as he crossed his ankles, "As serious as a staph infection."

Frank's face scrunched up, "Not funny, Greaaseball."

"You weren't complaining about my mouth a few minutes ago, Iero." Gerard commented simply, "Like mother like son."

"Oh, for fuck sake." Frank scoffed and got off of the bed to get his shorts, "You're fucking disgusting, Gerard."

"True. It's a gift." Gerard sat up and took a drag of the cigarette that was between his fingers, his head tilted to the side. He put the cigarette out and decided to keep the last half for later as Frank slid on his red shorts.

"A gift?" Frank turned to look at Gerard with his hands on his hips, "Just shut up, asshole. That mouth is good for one thing but talking isn't it. C'mon."

"Where to?" Gerard got up, frowning as Frank threw a pair of sweatpants at him. He bent over to pull them on and grabbed a clean t-shirt.

"We both need to eat." Frank shrugged, "You more than me."

"I've already had something to eat." Gerard sighed as Frank took him by the arm and lead him into the hallway.

"Did you have breakfast?" Frank asked as they went down the stairs.

"Well, no." Gerard shrugged as they went into the kitchen, "Haven't had food but I did eat."

"What?" Frank turned to look at him and when he saw the smirk on Gerard's face, his eyes widened and he looked away. Gerard watched the blush rush into Frank's cheeks and ears as he decided to busy himself with finding food.

"Gross, dude," Frank whispered as Gerard slid into a kitchen chair and stretched his legs out in front of him.

"Worth it, though." Gerard grinned brightly as Frank took out a carton of eggs and some bread.

"Okay, so I'm making us some eggs on toast. Simple food. You don't need anything too heavy when you're not going to want to eat later." Frank explained as he grabbed a pan from the cabinet near the stove.

"Why won't I want to eat?" Gerard frowned as he watched Frank start to prepare the eggs.

"It's going to get worse." Frank cracked a few eggs into a bowl and looked at Gerard, "Ruts and heats are worse at night because of the moon."

"Fuck sake." Gerard groaned and put his flushed cheeks on the cool surface of the table, "An entire week of this?"

"It gets better as the days go on." Frank began whisking the eggs together as a small bit of butter began to melt in the pan, "Even tomorrow is a little better."

"I wanna see the guys." Gerard pouted, "This fucking blows. Almost as much as y-"

"Anyway..." Frank interrupted Gerard pointedly, "Tomorrow you should be okay to see them for a little bit but not the whole day. Your body is still going to have rushes that we need to take care of."

"We?" Gerard's head tilted, his brain bracketing, "We?"

"Yes." Frank poured the egg mixture into the pan before he turned to look at Gerard, "We."

"What about tonight? If it gets worse then I don't think I can do this alone." Gerard's cheeks went a shade pinkier than usual and he scratched awkwardly behind his ear, "Especially if my folks are back."

"Yeah, it's really not a good idea for you to be around other people. You have to be able to get this out of your system. Like," Frank began whisking the eggs in the pan studiously, "When Tyler went through his heat, his parents let him and I stay at their cabin near the Raritan River."

"Oh." Gerard muttered, "I wondered where you went. What did Linda say?" Gerard snorted, "Bet she nearly had a fucking cow."

"She got over herself when I presented. I made sure she knew I was still me and nothing changed. She's an omega, too. She understands. She's calmed down a lot more now." Frank shrugged, "She still a fucking pain in my ass but it's better. I'm allowed some semblance of a life now."

"Good 'ol Linda." Gerard sighed and watched Frank pop two slices of white bread into the toaster.

Frank turned to look at Gerard with a small twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face, "I may have an idea."

"What's that, alleycat?" Gerard asked as he began twirling a spoon with his fingers.

"Wayne's farm. It's just after harvest now so his family is away for the annual conference. And the workers leave for the week to go with to the conference or take leave. The loft behind the barn would be completely abandoned. We can ask Wayne if we can stay there for a day or two. And if we do, we'll be alone and the guys can visit when you're feeling okay."

Gerard got up and leaned in, pressing Frank close against his body. He ran his nose over Frank's neck and took in a small breath, "So smart."

"My eggs are burning, Gee."

"God, so are mine." He muttered and Frank let out a bark of laughter before he snuck out of Gerard's grasp to continue stirring the eggs in the pan.

"Go and phone Wayne." Frank waved off the Alpha as he grabbed the toast that had popped. Gerard went over to the phone on the wall and grabbed the phone book that was on the table. He flipped through the index of names and turned to the H page in the book, scanning through his mother's friends and acquaintances. He dialed the number for the Jackson farm and leaned back against the wall, listening to the phone ring in his ear.

"Wayne Jackson speaking." A calm and kind voice answered in a very professional manner and Gerard couldn't help but grin.

"Hey Dewayne, it's Gee."

"Oh, hey, Tyler told me what happened to ya. How's it going?" Wayne laughed quietly.

"Fucking lethal." Gerard snorted, "But I have someone to help me out."

"Who?" Wayne sounded genuinely intrigued and Gerard bit his lip, turning to see Frank who was bright red and waving his arms as a clear sign that Gerard was not supposed to say.

"Listen, Wayney, Frank wants to talk to you real quick," Gerard said after a moment of panic and Frank went pale, his eyes narrowing as Gerard held the corded phone out to his boyfriend with a sheepish smile.

"What the fuck, Gerard?!" Frank hissed out, looking exasperated, "I'm not fucking talking to him! You talk to him!"

"No, you!" Gerard pushed the phone out even more toward Frank who vehemently shook his head, "Frank, c'mon!"

"No!" Frank whispered out, his voice colored with disbelief, "I swear to god, Gerard-"

"One sec, Wayney," Gerard called to the phone and pushed it to Frank again, who yelped as he was pulled closer, a butterknife falling to the floor with a clatter. Frank gave Gerard a swat on the arm before he took the receiver between his ear and his shoulder. Gerard picked the knife up and gave it a wipe on his pants before he gave it back to a frustrated-looking Frank.

Frank just let out a grunt and continued to butter toast, "Hi Wayne. Yeah, I'm just here to feed him and make sure he doesn't hurt himself. Yeah. Yeah, I know."

Gerard sat back down and watched as Frank flitted around the kitchen to juggle between the toast and the eggs and the plating of both. Frank slid a plate of scrambled eggs and toast to Gerard and gave him a knife and fork before he walked back to the counter, "No, no. The reason we actually called was that I had an idea and I wanted to ask a favor. Gerard's still on his first day and it's going to get worse and I don't want him to hurt himself around his parents or anything so I thought... Yeah? Yeah, I know. I thought about that. No, only a day or two."

Gerard piled into the food, almost inhaling the eggs and warm toast that was in front of him, not even bothering to use the cutlery and was rather shoveling with his fingers. Frank watched him with a disgusted chagrin, "I'll see what I can do. Yeah? Yeah, that's fine. Sure, before then is fine. Okay. Okay. See you later, Wayne." Frank hung up and turned to look at Gerard, "Thought you weren't hungry, big guy?"

"So did I." Gerard managed around a mouthful of toast, "Even the best of us make mistakes, Frankie."

Frank sat down across from Gerard and began to eat, "Wayne said you're welcome to stay in the loft if you're up for it. No one's gonna be around very much. But we gotta be there before nightfall."

"Can do." Gerard shrugged, "Frankie?"

"Hmm?"

"Why didn't you tell Wayne?" Gerard frowned, "I mean I get that you didn't want him or any of the guys to know that we're together just yet but... What about you helping me with my rut?"

"Well, I didn't want to blurt it out if it isn't his business." Frank shrugged, "I don't want the world to know and think that I'm an Alpha jumper. They'll figure it out soon enough."

"Oh..." Gerard then felt an uneasy twist in his stomach, "Frank?"

"Yeah?"

"You're... You're not embarrassed to be with me, right?"

Frank was quiet as he chewed his food and then set his cutlery down, his face in a distinct expression of thought, "I'm nervous about us because of the town itself. We're both boys, Gerard. You remember what they did to Billie." Frank dredged up the memory that they both wanted to forget, "I don't want that to be us. So I'm not going to shout it out to the world. But that doesn't mean I don't want to tell people. I'm not embarrassed, I'm just... I'm cautiously realistic."

"I get that." Gerard nodded, "God knows, we don't need to give McCracken any more fuel than he has. Or anyone else. But... Like, with the guys. Would you want to tell them or is this a secret?"

"We can tell them..." Frank bit into his toast before he brandished the small slice at Gerard, "After the week is done."

"Okay." Gerard smiled, "Let's finish and get to Wayne's so- Wait, Frank... Are you... You're gonna stay with me, right?"

"Wouldn't ever leave you like that, Way." Frank snorted and rolled his eyes, "I'm not heartless."