Title: Give 'Em Hell Kid - Sequel to My Way Home Is Through You!!
Rating: NC-17 overall. NC-17 for this chapter.
P.O.V: Gerard's
Disclaimer: Not real. I have them locked up in my closet. Of course I do. Not!
Dedications: Rachael for writing this with me. Melody because she's my wifey.
Summary: Frank and Gerard are happily married, or, they were until Gerard turned up on the doorstep with a baby. Will they cope, or will their marriage suffer? This is the story of how they cope.
Author's Notes: Hey! Here's chapter 5. I hope you like it =D This is all I have to say. We skip quite a lot of time btw, cause most of the action happens when Liam is like 10 upwards.
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Gerard's P.O.V.
 
1 year later
 
  3 suits. 3 different suits and they all looked wrong. I married a man with no fashion sense.
 
 "Daddy, I'm bored. Why are we looking at suits on Frank?"
 
 "He's up for promotion and he wants to look good for the interview."
 
 "What's promotion mean?"
 
 "More money."
 
 "Yay."
 
 "Okay, suit number 4. How do I look?" Liam blew a raspberry. "I didn't ask for your opinion. Gerard, what do you think?" I blew a raspberry. "Fine! I'll go change again!"
 
5 minutes later
 
 "Finally, you look great. Liam get off his leg, you'll crease the suit. And Frank, before you go come here."
 
 "It's the tie isn't it?"
 
 "Yes. Liam, never never let Frank show you how to tie a tie." I sorted out his tie, kissed him on the cheek and leant in to whisper in his ear. "If you get it, maybe you'll get more than you bargained for." He shivered at my words and backed out the door.
 
 "Daddy, what did you say to him?"
 
 "Nothing, just good luck." Kids are so naïve. 
 
That night - Mikey's house.
 
 "Please? Just this once."
 
 "Yeah, but why?" 
 
  I leant in and whispered fertively, "Frank's getting a promotion and I want to...reward him."
 
 "Stop right there. I know the rest. Give me the kid."
 
 "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
 
 "Yeah, whatever. Please tell me you fed him."
 
 "Yeah, yeah. I have to go."
 
 "Have fun."
 
 "I will." Frank was walking down the street to our apartment block. "FRANK! Mikey has the kid, a change of clothes is in the car." At this point he turned around. "You did get it right?"
 
 "Yeah."
 
 "Good. We're going out for dinner."
 
 "Okay." He said, looking slightly scared of me.
 
  After dinner, (which was delicious by the way), we made our way back to the car, my arm around Frank's waist. He leant into my side and sighed as we reached the car. Getting in, Frank thinking we were going home, I smiled to myself as I started up and began to drive.
 
 "Gee, where are we going?" Frank asked confused as I passed by our normal turning. I smiled, placing my hand on his thigh before answering.
 
 "You'll see." He looked even more confused, but he shrugged and placed his hand over mine.
 
5 minutes later
 
  I pulled up outside an abandonedd warehouse, shutting off the car and turning to Frank.
 
 "Gee?"
 
 "Congratulations baby." I whispered, leaning over the gear shift and kissing him gently.
 
 "Oh." He whispered, smiling against my lips and wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I shifted forward, ending up in a very uncomfortable position, with the gear shift sticking in my arse.
 
 "I have the gear shift in my arse." I giggled against his lips, "In the back." I added, shifting and climbing into the back. Frank followed and I immediately pushed him down, climbing onto his hips. I leant down, kissing his neck as I pulled his torso up, stripping him of his t-shirt and then working on his jeans. Taking them off was difficult due to lack of space but eventually we got there.
 
  Soon enough, we were both naked, a bottle of lube in my hands and I was grinding into him. Our breathing was getting heavier and I wanted to actually start before this ended. I quickly got to preparing him, three fingers - it had been a while - turning him into a mess beneath me when I brushed his prostate.
 
 "Gee come on." He panted, pushing his hips against my hand. I laughed and got to lubing myself up and pushing in gently.
 
 "Ah fuck." We whispered together against the other's lips, my hips gradually gaining rhythm. The windows were steaming around us, the air becoming stifling as our breathing became panting. I was getting close, I could feel it building - white hot fire in my stomach - and Frank was too, judging by the way his muscles are clenching around me.
 
  Soon, with a groan of each other's names, we came and collasped in a heap on the backseat. I pulled out, wrapping my arms around him and mumbling into his chest.
 
 "Congratulations."
 
Next Morning.
 
  My neck is killing me. Wait a minute. Why am I in my Lexus? Why am I naked? Why is Frank naked? Why is it daylight? Oh fuck. Frank turned over without opening his eyes. "Gerard, I think we need to get a new matress. This one's really uncomfortable."
 
 "Frankie, open your eyes."
 
 "Fuck, we fell asleep."
 
 "Yeah, and now Mikey's gonna kill me."
 
 "Why?"
 
 "Because I said I'd pick Liam up by 11."
 
 "It is 11."
 
 "Yeah, but it's 11 in the morning. I meant 11 last night."
 
 "Oh right."
 
 "And you know what we have to do today right?"
 
 "What?"
 
 "Plan Liam and Junior's birthday party."
 
 "Ah crap. Hey, what about me?"
 
 "You're 29 dude. Aren't you a bit old for birthday parties?" I said, pulling on my clothes.
 
 "You're never too old for birthday parties."
 
 "Just get dressed Frank."