Title: Give 'Em Hell Kid - Sequel to My Way Home Is Through You!!
Rating: NC-17 overall.
P.O.V: Frank'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: Chapter 22. Rachael wrote it. Enjoy.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15a Chapter 15b Chapter 15c Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18Part1 Chapter 18Part2 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21


Frank's P.O.V
 
  Come on Brian, get him out of the house already. Me and Gerard have been making exaggerated gestures of desperation and need at you for nearly an hour. The mirrors need to be christened; but not with our son doing homework in the next room.
 
 "Brian, dad and Frank want us to go out."
 
 "What?" That man is unbelievably dumb. If my (supposedly) naive son can work it out, then why can't he?
 
 "They want to have sex, so they want me out of the house. So why don't you take me to kalaiedoscope for dinner and put them out of their misery?"
 
 "Ok, get your coat."
 
  Jesus Christ. That was brutal. I love Liam; I do. But he gets in the way. It'll be easier when he's too busy thinking about fucking anything with a pulse. And did he say kalaedescope? That's a steakhouse.
 
 "Why are we raising a carnivore?" I questioned Gerard as he walked into our new bedroom, via the kitchen.
 
 "Because we're liberal. Now get your arse in here so I can use it."
 
  He threw something at me and it wasn't until I was caught in a fit of sneezing that I realised it was his feather boa. I have a feeling tonight is going to be one to remember.
 
  I walked into the bedroom, drawing in and letting out a long shaky breath at the sight of Gerard in his fairy costume. He looks so fucking beautiful it's almost surreal. He's sat in the middle of the bed, staring at me intently; the come-hither look plastered firmly on his face. I walked forward, shedding my shirt and running my fingers through my hair - feeling myself grow hard at just the thought of what I was going to do to him.
 
 "I thought the sex-fairy only visited naughty little boys?" I whispered coyly, running my hands up his sequin clad chest.
 
 "Who's to say you haven't been a bad boy Frankie? Because I think you have."
 
  He looked up at me through his lashes and I couldn't resist it anymore. I gave out a low, gutteral growl even I didn't know I was capable of and literally ripped the costume from his body; pleased by the fact that he'd gone commando for the occasion.
 
 "Anxious are we Frankie?" he teased, rubbing me through my jeans and licking my earlobe with well practised finesse. "You owe me a new costume."
 
 "I'll buy you one if you're a good little boy, now spread 'em."
 
  He obliged and sat, looking mildly amused as I struggled with my tight jeans. I eventually shed myself of them and my boxers, sitting in between his legs and reaching into the draw behind his head. He reached up and gripped my arm.
 
 "Fuck me naked baby. I mean completely naked."
 
 "No lube?" I asked, cupping his face.
 
 "I want to feel everything you do. Just go gentle."
 
 "Any way you want it hun." I ran my hand up his chest and kissed him sparsely while pushing two completely dry fingers into him, curling into his prostate. His groan of pain slid slowly into a moan of pleasure as I fingered his spot, preparing him for me and only me.
 
 "I love you Gerard." I breathed as I pushed fully into him. Hearing him gasp in pain I stopped, brushing my fingers through his hair and littering his face with kisses. "You ready?" I asked, looking deep into his eyes.
 
 "As I'll ever be." he replied, rocking his hips forward in encouragement. I pushed against them, starting a slow rhythm; treating him like what he is, my most precious possession.
 
 "Faster Frankie, I'll be fine." he moaned, rocking his hips up towards me harder. My only answer was to push in and out of him faster and harder, but not so hard as to tear him.
 
  I moved rhythmically, holding onto his biceps, my eyes fluttering closed as he ran his hands up and down my back, calling my name continuously under his breath. Then I remembered the mirrors. I leant down to his ear and nibbled his earlobe.
 
 "Watch yourself come." I groaned into his ear as I started to stroke him gently, trying to coax his orgasm from him before mine hit me. I could feel my own orgasm creeping on me as my movements became eratic and sloppy. I watched Gerard's eyes flutter towards the mirrors, doing as he was told and watching me jerk him off.
 
 "Oh God Frank, harder please!" he screamed as he got closer and closer to release, digging his nails into my shoulder blades and stil watching himself. I started pushing into him harder and stroking him with everything I had. I pulled his orgasm from him seconds before my own hit me with the full force of an army tanker. He screamed in ecstacy as he came against our stomachs and he held onto me tight when I collapsed on top of him; holding me inside him.
 
 "Now do you see why the mirrors were a good idea?"
 
 "Ok, maybe I agree." he yawned, letting me slip out of him and then pulling me close. "We should go dry more often. I could really feel you." he giggled, smiling into my neck and stroking my thigh.
 
 "I'll keep that in mind." I said, returning the smile and pulling him closer. And that's how we fell asleep, reflected in the ceiling of our newly christened bedroom.