It was when they reached the door to what Frank assumed to be Gerard's bedroom that he realized what his new Master was implying. Frank froze, eyes widened at the prospect of sharing a bedroom with someone so early, so soon, sleeping next to someone and being so vulnerable yet again. Frank had barely adjusted to sleeping by himself after all that time and now he was being crammed into his boss' bed. Granted, he knew that he wanted nothing less than that, he wanted to all-but-dive into Gerard's sheets, but he hadn't expected it to be so quick. He had expected the blowjob, yes. But everything that had happened up until this point wasn't even expected in his wildest dreams. But here he was, bags and all, and it was snowballing out of his own hands and right into Gerard's awaiting palms.

"I, uh..." Frank piped up as Gerard put a hand on the doorknob, "Wait."

"What is it, boy?"

"I just..." Frank squirmed uncomfortably as he set his suitcase down beside him and looked down the hallway to the room he had spent the night in previously, "I don't know if I'm comfortable with this..."

"With living here?" Gerard frowned, seemingly impatient, "You could have said-"

"No, no-" Frank interjected, jumping slightly, "No, I mean... With us sharing a room. I mean, this has all happened so fast. I've gone from being half-ignored by you to living with you in a matter of hours and I haven't even finished my contract. It's not even midnight either so we're not even official."

"You do have a point." Gerard dropped his hand from his bedroom door, "An excellent point, as it were. Would you prefer to sleep separately until you finish your contract, boy?"

"Yes, please..." Frank muttered, "May-Maybe that room that I stayed in last time?"

"Of course." Gerard held out an arm, gesturing to the door down the hallway as Frank picked up his case and walked toward it, instantly feeling a wave of relief as he walked further and further away from Gerard's bedroom. He had no idea what it even looked like and yet, he was terrified of it. But he wouldn't dare tell Gerard that, no. He didn't want to admit that things were moving too fast, he just assumed it was his nerves acting up as they did. He knew that once he was settled in that it wouldn't be so bad. He was just being anxious and rightly so considering how badly Ryan had messed with his head. They stopped at the door and Frank looked at it, reaching out slowly to open the wooden separation, his nerve-endings tingling at the feel of the cold metal in his palm, the familiarity having his heart race.

"Home sweet home, boy," Gerard stated simply as Frank opened the acquainted door into the spare room. He looked around, his cheeks flushing as he remembered the last time he had seen the inside of these walls. He avoided his gaze with the nearby bed, knowing it would only aid to his blushing exterior.

"Thanks..." Frank sighed, "I really appreciate you doing this for me, sir."

"It was going to happen either way," Gerard muttered as they stepped further into the room, "Rather sooner than later. This will be your room."

"But I thought you said..." Frank frowned as he set his suitcase near the bed.

"We will be sharing my room once you're comfortable, but this room and the en-suite and the closet will be yours. You will not be allowed to use my bathroom unless I give you permission, nor will you be allowed in my closet unless I say otherwise. This is where you will store your belongings throughout the duration of your stay with me, are we clear?"

"Crystal, sir." Frank smiled as he looked around, "But I don't sleep here?"

"Not unless you're being punished and I don't let you sleep in my room. Then you're in here, or wherever I tell you to sleep." Gerard warned, his voice instantly making Frank swallow nervously.

"Right..." Frank whispered as he picked up his suitcase and set it on top of the cushioned bench that was now sat on the end of the bed, "Okay."

"Are you going to pack now?" Gerard frowned and Frank turned and looked at him, frowning, "It isn't very late and I'm almost sure it's dinner time."

"O-Oh?" Frank straightened up, "What do you do at dinner time?"

"It's usually only Lindsey and I so we sit at the counter and discuss our day and what have you, but I know she won't be home until much later. She's gone out to celebrate a friend's birthday."

"Just us then." Frank smiled slightly, "Sounds good."

"I honestly haven't even thought about dinner yet." Gerard frowned, "Lindsey is usually the chef."

"Is that because you can't cook?" Frank asked as he shed his blazer and lay it carefully over his suitcase.

"Unfortunately, yes." Gerard chuckled lightly, "I'm more than useless in the kitchen. But I think for dinner we should do something simple. Are you hungry, boy?"

"Now that you mention it..." Frank muttered, a hand coming up to his stomach when he realized how hungry he was, "Starving."

"Well, instead of cooking tonight, why don't I order us some pizza?" Gerard smiled, "You start unpacking and I'll go and sort out dinner tonight."

"Yes, sir." Frank smiled in return, watching Gerard walk out as he pulled out his phone and walked out of Frank's bedroom. Frank sighed once Gerard was out of his view, running his hands over his face and through his hair before he turned and unzipped his suitcase, flipping it open. Frank turned, looking at the two doors that weren't actual doors, one of them being the bathroom and one hopefully being the closet. Frank did a small coin flip in his head and turned, opening the door when he let out a small whimper.

"Holy... Closet..." Frank whispered as he walked into the closet, turning around a tiny section of wall that was just a large metal framed mirror. His jaw dropping at the large room with the wooden floor, the six dark wood shelves that lined the side on his left with a white lightboard behind it that lit up the rows of shoes. There were drawers beneath it that he didn't dare open. On his right was a large set of drawers that spanned the wall, the top section glass with watches and ties beneath it. There were open sections with pull out canvas drawers and overhead shelving to boot. Right at the end of the closet were two sectioned closet spaces filled with clothing, two others empty for what Frank assumed to be his own clothing. The middle of the dark wood floor was a dark brown rug and a lengthy beige-cushioned footstool that matched the walls in color.

"I see you found your closet," Gerard muttered from behind Frank, making him yelp and jump, turning to see his Master leaning against the mirror by the doorway.

"This... Is mine?" Frank asked out slowly, taking it in one more time before he looked at Gerard again.

"It is."

"And- And the clothes?" Frank took a tentative step closer to one of the shelves.

"They're yours." Gerard commented, "I bought them just in case."

"You spent all of this money on me and you weren't even set on me being yours?" Frank turned, his confusion and his frown deepening, "What would you have done if I said 'no'?"

"I would have slowly and surely just either gifted it all to you, or whatever you didn't take, I'd return." Gerard shrugged, "But after I got you those two suits and the other things that went with it, I had other stuff bought for you on my behalf, and here it sits."

"So all of this stuff is my size?" Frank looked around, "Even all these shoes?"

"I didn't know everything myself so I guess it's hit or miss. There's a range of things from casual to formal. And more work suits for you as well."

"Wow..." Frank whispered softly as he looked around, "I feel like Mia in Princess Diaries when she sees her closet."

"A crown was the one thing I didn't get." Gerard looked around, "You do have three Crown watches, though. I hope that makes up for it."

"Jesus Christ, I was kidding." Frank muttered as he turned and looked at the glass-topped case he had spotted earlier, "Is- I mean- I don't know what to say..."

"'Thank you' is a great start." Gerard mused as he straightened up, a small smile on his lips. Frank bit his lip and rushed him, wrapping his arms around Gerard tightly, taking him by surprise, "Whoa, now."

"Thank you..." Frank muttered against Gerard's shoulder, "Thank you so much."

"You deserve it, boy," Gerard replied, his voice soft as a hand casually but comfortingly stroked through the back of Frank's head, through his hair as he tightened his grip, his eyes squeezed shut.

"I-" Frank let go, feeling his cheeks slightly tinting pink yet again, "I don't usually hug but..."

"I'm glad you did." Gerard smiled, his hands resting on Frank's waist, "I'm not overtly the hugging type myself but I think I could swing it where you're concerned."

"I..." Frank grinned sheepishly and looked down at his feet, "I don't know how to say a proper 'thank you'. I mean, I.. This must have cost a fortune."

"Ignore that for now. You'll make up for it in other ways, boy." Gerard's gaze on Frank had his insides twisting so heatedly, it made him feel as though he were naked, as though Gerard could see right through him and it was without a doubt...

Terrifying.

"Is there any way I could?" Frank asked, tilting his head to the side as Gerard leaned in, his face almost an inch away.

"Oh, I can think of many ways, boy. Many, many ways..." Gerard replied back in his stern and suggestive whisper, "It all depends on just how badly you want to make it up to me, Frank."

"So damn badly." Frank found himself openly admitting, his voice wavering at the end as he found himself unable to look Gerard in the eye.

"Look at me, boy." Gerard ordered sternly and Frank let out an involuntary whimper, looking up into Gerard's molten hazel eyes, his stomach jumping like it would if he were on a thrill ride, "Good. Good boy. It's such an unfortunate circumstance that you've decided to spend an indefinite amount of time in this bedroom of yours. I was hoping I got to spend my nights with you from day one."

"Wh-Why?" Frank asked despite knowing the answer, knowing exactly what Gerard's ulterior motives were for them sharing a bed, the only thing Frank wanted was to hear it from the Master's mouth.

"Because, Frank. I wanted to see what else you'd do for me. I wanted to test the pale waters of your skin and see how much they can handle before they rage in a storm. I wanted to see just how much you'd let me get away with in just one night."

"O-Oh..." Frank replied shakily, he was definitely not expecting an answer like that in the slightest, the poeticism getting to him. The simple words that held so much more behind them were more than enough to send his pulse racing.

"But it's a shame that I can't." Gerard sighed as he moved away, letting go of Frank altogether, his skin feeling somewhat cold where Gerard's hands had been.

"Wh- You can't?" Frank blinked in confusion, his skin tingling and his legs trembling as all he wanted to do was scream for Gerard to just take him then and there.

"I can't." Gerard sighed, "Pity. You get to unpacking, boy."

Frank's jaw dropped as he watched Gerard turn and walk towards the mirror, heading for the door beside it. Frank let out a whimper, doing what he could to rush forward, grabbing Gerard by the arm before he spun him around, kissing him fervently. Gerard let out a small breath of surprise as Frank kissed him again, whimpering in sheer desperation as he tried to pull Gerard impossibly close. Frank dug his fingers into Gerard's blazer, tugging on the blue material when Gerard's hands wrapped around Frank's wrists and physically peeled him off.

"Excuse you." Gerard panted, "Did I, at all, give you any semblance of permission to do that, boy?"

"N-No, sir." Frank whimpered, the familiar tightness off Gerard's hands around his wrists had him gasp. He clenched his hands, looking at Gerard's tightened fingers and at his face, the stern look driving him down into submission.

"Then why did you?"

"I-I just..." Frank felt Gerard's grip tighten and he whimpered as Gerard pushed him back slightly, "I need you."

"You didn't ask." Gerard narrowed his eyes as he pushed Frank's hands down to his sides forcefully, twisting until Frank's knees buckled, letting out a small grunt as he was pushed back a small step, "Did you?"

"No, sir." Frank breathed and Gerard let out a small hum of disapproval, one of his hands letting go of Frank's wrist before it came down hard, hitting Frank's ass. He let out a yell in surprise, jumping as his heart skipped more than a beat. He trembled, feeling Gerard's hand dig into his ass cheek. Frank sucked in a breath at the pain that was still resonating through his ass and out into his body. He hadn't anticipated it, he hadn't expected it in the slightest, and neither did he expect the way his body would react to it. His stomach exploded with butterflies, his insides melting and his knees buckling. Gerard's other hand slid from Frank's arm to behind the trembling mess of a man in front of him, gripping hard on the other cheek. Frank whimpered in another breath as he was pulled forward, his body pressed against his Master whether he liked it or not. But, oh, did he like it.

"Fuck..." Frank whispered under his breath when Gerard's lips were on his in an instant, capturing him by surprise yet again, Gerard's hands squeezing and kneading sinuously as Frank kissed back needily, his hands grasping at Gerard's chest. Frank instantly slid his hands up over Gerard's shoulders, pushing his blazer off to the floor as Gerard's hands let go for a mere second before they were back on Frank, loosening his tie before it was also pulled off. Gerard pushed Frank up against the counter, pressed against the glass as Gerard's hands made far too quick work of Frank's belt, unfastening it before Frank's pants were being pushed from around his hips to the floor. Frank let out a surprised gasp as the cool air hit his thighs along with Gerard's warm fingertips trailing over his skin, toying with the leg-hem of his boxers.

Gerard stepped closer, taking Frank yet again with his hands on Frank's ass before he lifted him up, sitting him down on the counter, nipping softly at Frank's neck as he whined, his legs wrapping around his Master to keep him close. Gerard let out a small chuckle at Frank's obvious desperation as he pulled at his own tie. He slid the silen material from around his neck before he dropped it and pushed Frank back, tucking his hands into Frank's boxers before he tugged them down. Frank lifted his hips up weakly, keeping himself up on his elbows on the cold glass as his underwear fell from over his feet.

"You come here, boy." Gerard muttered, "And you keep quiet or I make you."

Frank let out a whimper at the severity in his Master's voice, yelping out quietly as a hand came down hard on his thigh, the skin going stark-white before it began to glint red in comparison to the rest of his skin- The tingles radiating from the handprint were enough to make him drool. He shuddered out a breath, looking up at Gerard before they were at each other again, kissing heavily. Gerard's tongue met smoothly with his own, twisting and pushing against each other in sync, Gerard groaning deeply when he sucked on Frank's tongue piercing. Gerard's hands made quick work of Frank's shirt buttons, undoing them and pushing his shirt aside before he unfastened his own shirt in haste, Frank's hands going straight for Gerard's belt. He undid the leather, unbuttoning Gerard's blue work slacks when he was stopped, Gerard's teeth rough on his bottom lip. Gerard pulled out of Frank's thigh-vice and looked him over, his gaze smoldering with intensity when he bent down to one of the drawers and pulled out a bottle of lube that had Frank chuckle slightly, "Really?"

"You laugh, but a real Dominant is always prepared no matter what," Gerard muttered nonchalantly as he opened the bottle to squirt some of the clear gel onto his fingers, "Safety is a genuine concern, sweet boy. The only time I ever want you hurt is when I'm doing it intentionally."

"Y-You just had that in here?" Frank breathed out as Gerard nudged his way back in between the latter's thighs, running a hand up the goosebump-covered skin, his eyes locked on Frank as he wrapped his hand around Frank's dick. The sudden touch had him cry out, the hard grip-and-twist motion hand him falling back, cringing as he panted.

Gerard set the lube down as he leaned in, "What did I say about the noise?"

"I-" Frank managed from between gritted teeth, his toes curling as Gerard's curled hand tightened even more around him.

"What did I say, runt?"

Frank let out a shaky breath, his lips rolled in between his teeth as he withheld the urge to moan, whimpering desperately and silently as his body rose and fell in sync with his labored pants. Gerard then loosened his grip, stroking slowly, teasingly as he pushed his pants down and tucked his hand into his tight grey underwear and worked them down. Frank's eyes widened as he looked down at Gerard's other hand that was now wrapped around his own length, stroking roughly despite Frank all the while knowing Gerard didn't need it.

Frank's body gave a small lurch as Gerard's thumb flitted over the snug piercing on the underside of his dick, a low mewl leaving him mouth that he tried to suppress. Frank sat back up, scooting forward before he wrapped his legs around Gerard, whining softly under his breath as he could feel Gerard still touching himself between them. Gerard let out a small grunt, reaching up to grab Frank by the hair, tugging hard and pulling him forward. Frank felt the hard sting in his scalp and his mouth opened, finally being able to keep his noises back. Frank let himself get pulled forward, his mouth on Gerard's in an instant, kissing him just as perfervidly as Gerard was pawing and clawing at him.

Gerard's hand moved between them, twisting until his fingers were pressed against Frank's asshole, nudging and pressing without the satisfying burn of him pushing in. Frank pushed his hips forward, desperate and silent pleas as he pushed against Gerard's fingers, begging and internally hoping and praying to any God for Gerard to finally give him what he wanted. Frank's eyes opened when Gerard's hand moved away, the feeling dissipating and leaving him empty and he looked, seeing Gerard slathering the clear lube over himself. Frank swallowed hard, his heart suddenly picking up faster when he realized. Gerard wrapped his hand around himself, pulling Frank closer as he nudged against him. Frank gasped at the feel, the surprise had his stomach twisting uncomfortably but oh, he wanted it- All of it.

"O-Oh," Frank gasped softly under his breath as he reached up, grabbing Gerard's hair with one hand, pulling him closer, nipping at his Master's neck as Gerard's other arm wrapped around his lower back and dipped him. Frank's mouth opened as Gerard pushed in, the pain brought back so many familiar and so many new things. His mind reeling as it recollected the last time his body felt so full of pain and like he was about to be torn in half, but only so much more. Frank shuddered out half of a breath, his body tensing up and his toes curling as he leaned back to accommodate.

"Fuck..." Gerard breathed out, his hand tightening its hold on Frank's hip as he pushed in, his other hand still holding himself steady, wrapped around his dick as the tip of his index finger teasingly toyed with Frank's asshole. Gerard paused for a split second as Frank moved onto his elbows, fingers clutching the end of the counter as his eyes squeezed shut. His eyes opened wide when Gerard pushed in harder, driving in slick until he bottomed out, sending his submissive over onto his back, his head up against the wall, back curled as he craned his neck to see where their bodies were connected. Frank stifled a whimper behind his panting and he looked up at Gerard, tilting his hips in a curbed and restrained plea for him to move.

"So impatient." Gerard muttered softly, his voice rough and edged as he slid out and back in slowly, eliciting a moan from Frank as he lifted his hips. Gerard's hand came down hard on the side of Frank's thigh in a warning, the latter jumping in fright and being pulled from his pleasured absorption, "Your final warning, boy."

Frank stuffed his fist in his mouth as Gerard established a from-the-start pace that was way too rough, way too fast, and yet unbearably good. Frank bit down on his hand, whimpering quietly as Gerard's hips rutted against him, pushing into him roughly, hurriedly as his hips snapped. Gerard's nails raked their way down and up Frank's thigh before his arm dipped back down under Frank's back and lifted him up to sit up on the counter.

Gerard held him up with one arm, the other lifted as he held onto the tie bar above their heads with white knuckles, his head cast down as his nails dug into Frank's skin and made the submissive want to scream out. Gerard slid both hands underneath Frank and picked him up, stumbling back slightly before he sat back on the middle footstool, both of them moaning in unison as Gerard's hips lifted, his hands gripping his submissive, moving him up and down roughly. Frank's mouth dropped open, his head back on his shoulders at the change in position, in the sudden and intense swiftness that Gerard was pushing and pulling him, hitting a new depth inside of him that sitting in Gerard's lap had brought.

Frank was more than aware of his knees being scraped up on the burlap material of the footstool, the stinging of his kneecaps matching almost to the bright pained scratches of Gerard's nails down his back as he rocked his hips back and forth, bouncing as he held onto Gerard's shoulders. Frank pressed himself closer to his Master, his back arching as he wrapped his arms around Gerard's neck, their bodies slick and heated with sweat as they panted. Frank felt Gerard's mouth warm and wet on the base of his neck, sucking and nipping harder than Frank expected, the pain had him pull away for a second to recollect; to regain the melted bits of his brain.

Frank could feel his thighs aching, his hips hurting at the constant tight position, his skin crawling with tendrils of calidity and unyielding pleasure. He let out a heavy breath as he gouged his fingertips into Gerard's shoulders, picking up his own momentum as he chased his release. Gerard reached down beside him, grabbing ahold of the footstool for stability as his hand curled up into the back of Frank's hair and tugged hard, groaning low under his breath. Frank's feet curled, turning to hook themselves under Gerard's thighs as he did the same, curling a hand in Gerard's hair as the other hooked between them, wrapping around himself.

Gerard's hand connected briskly with Frank's ass cheek, slapping him harder than the latter had expected, his body jerking up in surprise. He pumped himself quickly, whimpering as he pulled off of Gerard's dick by mistake, the emptiness surprising him and making him open his eyes. He looked down at Gerard with clear and disregarding insistency, grinding down on Gerard when he was lifted up and lined up, being instantly pushed back down on Gerard.

He cried out in surprise as Gerard's hips snapped up to meet him, striking against his prostate and sending him tumbling, his orgasm knocking him over inside. He came with a puppy-like whimper, riding Gerard fleetingly and flat out as hard as he could as he pumped himself through, coming between them.

"Such a good boy." Gerard purred softly, his hot breath on Frank's collarbone, spanking him one last time, hand kneading the tingling flesh as Frank calmed down, jittering in the oversensitivity as he ran his hand up Gerard's chest and to his shoulder where he held on, "Make me come, pup."

Frank nodded silently, saliva dribbling over his bottom lip as he rocked his hips back and forth slowly, getting accustomed to the white-hot fizzles of ecstasy that were buzzing through him at every move, pushing passed the urge to stop when all he wanted to do was make his Master feel as good as he did. Gerard let out a small moan, a deliberate and concentrated sound of pure and exquisite pleasure. The sound only made Frank go faster, his hips stirring in a circle before he sat down hard, gasping and panting in short and heavy breaths as he did it again. Frank pulled Gerard in, kissing him ardently, their tongues clashing in warm spit and unconstrained muscle.

Gerard's arm wrapped around Frank, edging him harder, quicker as the sounds that were spilling from his lips were growing more interspersed albeit quieter and filled with predilection. Frank sucked in a breath as another spank landed on his ass, teasing and provoking and pushing him harder. Frank gripped tighter as he bounced on Gerard's dick and watched him lean back on his arms, coming undone with alacrity. Frank sped up, tugging on Gerard's hair as he rode out his Master's orgasm, watching his brows furrow and his lips part as he came deep inside of his submissive, marking him in the central and innermost intimate way about which no one would know. Gerard's hand steadied Frank, slowing him down to a stop as he panted quietly, his pale hand on Frank's chest. He stilled, looking down at Gerard, whose eyes were open and looking back up, blown out in their post-orgasm haze.

"Such a good boy..." Gerard breathed as he ran his finger over Frank's bottom lip, "Despite your discrepancies and your listening problem."

"I-..." Frank began when he realized Gerard had yet to let him speak, rolling his lips back into his mouth, seeing Gerard's pleased expression.

"There we go, you're learning." Gerard sat up straight and Frank twinged, hands sliding up under him, lifting him up and pulling him slowly off of his Master. Frank felt the warmth running down his thigh and he went red, looking down as his cheeks flushed, realizing what had just happened, "And that?"

"Nothing..." Frank muttered softly, biting on his lip.

"Is it perhaps the melange of fluids now running onto my lap that, I'm vastly aware of, is coming from you?" Gerard asked curiously and Frank let out a small groan, burying his face in Gerard's neck, hearing him chuckle lightly, "I wouldn't think that that, out of everything, would be what's making you so uneffusive and shy."

"I-I've just never had that..." Frank muttered, "Last and only time I ever bottomed, you used a condom."

"That's true." Gerard replied candidly, "But it's a normal thing, where exactly would you have expected any and all fluid to do, Frank? You're not a sponge."

"I guess..." Frank sat up, chewing on his lip, "It's that it's... On you."

"You think I care?" Gerard raised an eyebrow, "If anything it's doing quite the opposite."

"You're kidding?" Frank scoffed softly.

"You're lucky the pizza will be here soon or I wouldn't hesitate to bend you over again," Gerard said as he patted Frank's thigh lovingly.

"And when the pizza's come and gone?" Frank asked with a hopeful raise of his head.

"We'll see how you get on with your packing and ablutions, boy." Gerard reminded as he toyed with the collar of Frank's unbuttoned shirt.

"Yes, sir." Frank smiled, "Anything you want, sir."

"Just what I like to hear."