Gerard was too weak to do anything on his own the first two weeks. He was utterly and completely pissed. He hated having to depend on others to get him to his office, back to Billie's room, to his room to make sure Frank fell asleep, so on and so forth. He hated that he was almost like a toddler again. He couldn't do anything without someone's supervision. He even needed help just to take a piss. That was the worst part. Though Frank usually volunteered to help him as much as he could-being Gerard's bodyguard and all-it only made Gerard more upset. He had ruined everything. He couldn't help but think, though, as to why he had been upset that Frank could speak again. Of course, he had ruined all chances for Frank ever speaking again, he felt like it was for the best.
On the contrary, Frank felt that Gerard was just as much himself as he had always been. He still barked orders, still threatened everyone, was still an all-around asshole. Except to Frank. No one questioned it, no one went against it. Frank was just his bodyguard that Gerard loved with much more heart than they thought he had in him. All his workers and underlings had always thought he was a genius. A mad man, of course, but a genius. Constantly replicating some of the most dangerous weapons created by the government and trading them off to the other more well-known mafia bosses in exchange for money. He used all the money to cheaply make the weapons (cheap but sturdy) and the rest went to pay for the expenses of owning the building. Any extra money went to the workers he had that had families. He wouldn't give any money to the men who had wives, though. He knew that they were probably sleeping with other men while their husbands were away. Nothing different from husbands-who were soldiers in the army, navy, etc.- deployed to foreign countries to fight wars. They come home to their wife admitting to cheating and everything they ever believed in was no more.
"Frank?" He whispered. A month. He had had to wait that long to be able to walk and move on his own. Billie said he was recovering faster and better than he had predicted. Gerard was in his office and Frank had been sitting in a chair next to him. Not long ago Gerard had seen him pull his knees up to his chest and pull a small blanket around his shoulders. When Gerard turned to look at Frank after a while, he saw that Frank was fast asleep, curled up in the chair, a small trail of drool out of the right corner of his mouth, which was resting on his shoulder. Gerard laughed quietly and started to save his work, in turn shutting down all the computers in the room.
When the only thing left on in the room was the small desk light, Gerard slipped his right arm under Frank's back and the other under his knees, cradling the small barely-adult to his chest tightly. Protectively. He opened the door with elbow and flicked the switch off with his tongue. Letting the door shut behind them, he slowly made his way to their room. He knew that if Billie saw him, he would get his ass kicked, but he couldn't bring himself to have called for anyone else to carry his Frank. His. No one else's. He knew it was over protective of him, but Frank was one of the only things left in his life worth living for. If anyone else so much as touched Frank-other than Billie Joe-he would have had the barrel of his gun pressed against their temple and he would have given them a ten second window to set Frank down gently.
"Frankie." He murmured, pressing a kiss to said boy's forehead. He knew Frank wasn't a boy, technically, but that was how he felt, cradled there in Gerard's arms. Frank didn't wake, but he nuzzled his cheek against its spot on Gerard's chest. The older-and taller-of the two smiled at this and opened their door with his elbow, just as he had with the office door. It shut behind them and Frank still didn't stir, even when Gerard set his sleeping form on the bed.
Gerard brushed Frank's hair off of his face and smiled. Such smooth, unmarred skin... For now. Frank would get hurt again. He was near Gerard. Anyone close to him always got hurt. When Gerard pressed a kiss to the smaller man's lips, he closed his eyes tightly and let them linger there for a moment.
And then it hit Gerard.
Why he was so upset that Frank had regained his ability to speak.
Gerard quickly climbed in the the bed, lying on the outside so that Frank wouldn't roll off or something, and turned out the light. When the room was filled with inky darkness that only came from being underground with no light, he whispered apologies to Frank.
"Frankie..." He started. "My little Frank. Mon cheri." 'My love', he translated in his head. "I love you... So much it hurts. And... I know I've hurt you and I know you really shouldn't forgive me for anything I've done to you, but I love you. You know that don't you? I'm glad... Oh Frankie." He whispered, nuzzling at Frank's temple with the tip of his nose. He's shocked when Frank's hands come up to cup his cheeks and his lips are against Gerard's within seconds of each other.
"Frank." He breathes into the kiss, moving to straddle the smaller man's hips.
Frank had heard everything. He hadn't ever let the thought of not forgiving Gerard cross his mind. He hadn't yet and he never would. He loved Gerard too much.
Which was why he was letting Gerard strip the over-sized Iron Maiden shirt-that Frank practically lived in-over Frank's head. It was why he unbuttoned Gerard's shirt and peeled it off. It was why he let his own hands fumble with Gerard's belt buckle until it was out of the belt loops and on the floor with their shirts. Gerard's pants followed not long after that.
Their lips never really left the other's unless it was when one moved their lips to the other's neck or throat, or chest, or shoulder or to take off their shirts. Gerard's lips were wet and Frank's were soon swollen and somewhat bruised from the older's rough kissing and the way that Gerard would tug at Frank's bottom lip with his teeth. Gerard's hands made quick work of the too-large sweatpants Frank had on. Soon enough, neither of them had any clothing on aside from boxers and even those were just in the way.
When Frank began palm Gerard through the fabric, Gerard knew he wouldn't be fine with just getting it off. He fumbled around in the bedside drawer for a few moments and came back with the lube that he knew was necessary for what he wanted from Frank. He knew that it would be given to him, as well. Frank was never able to say no to sex with Gerard.
But when Gerard rolled Frank onto his back and pulled his hips up slightly, Frank got a strange tingling sensation in his stomach, but he was quickly out of all thought when his boxers were pulled down to his knees and he felt Gerard entering a finger into him. He pressed back on his own. When a second was added, Gerard was breathing heavily. As much as he loved Frank, as much as he needed to get inside Frank, he wouldn't be able to get over it with Frank face down. That wasn't how he did it. He needed to see Frank's face. Since Frank couldn't talk, facial expressions were that much more important.
When he had three fingers inside Frank and the smaller man was gripping desperately at the sheets, Gerard pulled out and rolled Frank gently back over. Billie Joe had said no sex for eight months, but Gerard knew he could do it.
"I'm gonna suck you, Frank." He murmured, moving down Frank's body and lightly grabbing Frank's hard-on before quickly licking a strip up the throbbing vein on the underside of Frank's dick. Frank gasped and tightened his fists in the sheets as Gerard took the head into his mouth and worked his tongue around it.
When Frank felt himself enveloped by a wet heat, his head dropped back against the mattress and he panted out breaths, desperate for Gerard to hurry up and fuck him already. Gerard hadn't been the only person suffering from the 'no sex for eight months' rule. Frank hadn't been able to properly enjoy jacking off to just the thoughts of everything Gerard did during sex.
When Frank felt Gerard's teeth drag along the underside of his cock, his eyes flew open and Gerard pulled off slowly, his mouth only an inch or so from the tip of Frank's dick, a thin strand of spit and pre-cum going from the slit to the tip of Gerard's tongue. Frank had never seen a more arousing sight and he immediately grabbed Gerard's shoulders and pulled him up, joining their lips in a kiss that was all tongue and teeth and fighting for who would be on top this go.
Frank lost, only because Gerard took his cock in his hand and began jacking him off quickly. Gerard knew he would have to act quickly, though, because Frank was close already, his dick already hard and leaking small streams of pre-cum that were smeared on Gerard's wrist. Gerard was close, too. The sight of Frank so turned on and in need beneath him had sent all his blood from his head to his dick and Gerard pulled himself out of his boxers, his other hand stroking along the length with the lube before he pulled Frank's underwear from around his knees and then onto the floor.
"God, Frank." He moaned as he pushed into Frank with no warning. Frank's legs were spread wide and Gerard wasted no time in pulling out as soon as he had buried himself in Frank all the way to the base of his length and slamming back into Frank.
"You're so tight, baby." He murmured, picking up a rhythm that was fast and rocking the bed against the wall and Frank was only getting harder and leaking more as Gerard progressed. When he hit a certain spot, Frank rocked back against him, matching pace and Gerard knew he was hitting that spot every time by the way that Frank was panting and sucking on the skin on Gerard's throat, leaving red and purple marks. Gerard moved his head down and kiss across Frank's chest, pausing to tease at one of the younger man's nipples, kissing and licking it, rolling it lightly between his teeth before he moved on to the other one, giving it the same attentions.
It seemed like minutes, but had almost been an hour since Gerard had laid Frank down on the bed and when Frank came in thick, hot ropes along his stomach and Gerard's chest, Gerard went with him, so hard that he was dizzy, but he kept moving in and out of Frank until he was sure that Frank had felt Gerard's cum inside him before he pulled out and collapsed next to Frank. He was breathless and tired. Frank pulled the blankets up over them and their legs and arms tangled before Frank fell asleep in Gerard's arms.