He panted breathlessly, the feeling of being absolutely filled, as the ache took over his entire body. He stared down at his Master, sweaty and pink and shivering from the oversensitivity of all four orgasms prior. He rolled his hips, a whiny moan falling from his lips as he started picking up a new pace.

He could hear Gerard groaning softly under him, big hands rubbing over his thighs and hips, holding him upright as he sped up. He was so sorely desperate to make his Dominant come. He had missed the feeling so exceedingly while they were away, but now they were home, now they were back in their shared bed, and so close yet again. Frank had craved this moment for so many days, and it felt even longer in his head.

He cried out softly as Gerard lifted his knees, changing the angle entirely. He gasped, his head falling back on his shoulders as he fell in sync with the harsh rhythm. There was a hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing the sides to cut off his blood supply and make his head tingle surreptitiously. He could hear Gerard moan-

"Frank?"

He blinked and looked at whoever was calling him, blushing profusely when he saw Gerard smirking at him from behind his desk, "Do I dare ask what's on your mind, boy?"

"Nothing, sir. Just you, sir." He smiled sheepishly.

"Me?" Gerard's lips pulled at one corner as he leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers steepled, "Pray tell."

"Just-"

There was a small knock on the door and it opened as Gerard gave permission. Josh poked his head into the office and gave them both a smile, "Sorry to interrupt, sir, but your one o'clock is here."

"Please escort them to the meeting room in the interim, ask them if they want anything to drink. We will join shortly." Gerard stated and watched Josh exit quietly. He turned his green gaze on Frank, "Are you going to be okay taking notes?"

"Of course, sir. But, uh, I have a question?"

"Ask away, boy." Gerard began packing everything up that he needed for the meeting.

"What's it for? The meeting, I mean."

"It's the meeting I have with my investors and campaign managers whenever we decide to discuss what my campaign is going to be next term."

"Oh?" Frank smiled as he got up with his notebook, "That's exciting. Have you decided what your campaign is going to involve? I know this term, you've been focusing on rehoming and shelters for underprivileged and houseless. Is it gonna be similar?"

"In a small way, yes. But it's also going to be different." Gerard got up and walked with him out of the office toward the boardroom. Frank could see at least seven or eight people sitting at a long table, now that he thought about it, Frank had never been in the boardroom before.

He opened the door for Gerard, walking in quietly behind him. Gerard greeted his guests politely and sat down at the head of the table. Frank sat at the very front, on the right, and Josh on the left. He looked at the other twelve people in the room, somewhat surprised at the unique mix where he had initially imagined white, stuffy ancient men. He couldn't help but look at them all: a beautiful Hindi woman sat beside Josh, her hands adorned with faded red henna Mehndi. Beside her was another woman, much older with her brunette hair pulled back to expose some very sparkly designer earrings. Her lips were painted in a very vibrant orange that matched her handbag and clashed in a very interesting way with her teal dress. Beside her was an older man, at least in his fifties, wearing a pinstriped suit with a small safety pin in his lapel. Beside him was a dark-skinned couple who were talking quietly to one another, and from what Frank could tell, they could even be married. He was an enormous man, so burly and tall, his arms pulling at his white button-up shirt. The woman with whom he was talking was tiny in comparison but still impressively strong-looking. Her shoulders were broad beneath her baby blue blouse and Frank knew she could probably snap his head if she tried. The man who sat beside her at the one end of the table looked as though he had escaped a catalogue for 70s patterns.

Frank wanted to continue examining the rest of their guests but Gerard stood up and cleared his throat, "Welcome all, thank you for attending today. For those investors who have invested in my campaign from afar, they will be watching this meeting online or shall be receiving the minutes and pertinent information packages regarding. We have twelve of you here today out of our total of twenty. I see you have all been given the itinerary agenda- thank you, Joshua. You were also emailed last week with a brief overview on what we will be discussing today. In short, I have been brainstorming ideas on a new campaign idea since the start of this quarter and, although I did look at all of the given suggestions, I have decided on one."

Frank continued to listen intently as he made notes, writing as fast as he could whilst his employer continued to talk, "I would like to firstly remind all of you on the etiquette and procedure before we start. As chairperson, I will be directing this meeting with the assistance of my Aid. Any and all remarks will be directed to me and no one else unless I have given permission. You will not interrupt anyone when they are talking. Remember that we are all here to reach the same consensus at the end of the day, but a vote will be taken if a consensus has not been reached and the majority wins the vote. And as such, all members will accept the end consensus, if not, they are welcome to withdraw from the campaign if their beliefs and views do not align with my own. No one is forcing you to be here or forcing you to invest your money. If you understand, please raise your hand."

Frank looked up to see all twelve hands raised and he withheld the urge to smile. He took the pause in motion to look at the other six people: at the end of the travel across from 70s era Burt Reynolds was another elderly man who looked very grumpy even with the salmon-colored polka dot shirt that was under his grey suit. Frank also loved his hair; it was grey and neatly trimmed much like a man in his 60s except for a tiny strand in the front that had been dyed a faint lilac color. Beside him was a woman in her fifties who was wearing a red dress that matched her hair and her lips and her handbag. Beside her was a dark-skinned person that Frank was immediately drawn to but couldn't place - not that he wanted to assume. They were tall and midsized, wearing a deep plum colored suit and a black shirt with their platinum hair buzzed short. The woman beside them was definitely the youngest of the bunch and she seemed so happy to be there. Her hair was cut short and dyed black, her skin smattered with freckles and she just seemed to emanate happiness. She had showed up to this meeting in a smiley face t-shirt and ripped jeans, and Frank instantly wanted to be her best friend.

He looked up at Josh who was busy setting up a presentation on a large projector that faced the opposite wall. He glanced up at Gerard in his pristine blue suit and back down at his notes, zoning his thoughts back in before they wandered too far. Gerard waited for Josh to finish before he took the tiny projector remote and walked across the room, all eyes on him and his confident aura. He turned to look at the people in the room, "My new campaign for this new two-year term is to move my focus away from the people without homes and those in shelters and move my focus onto a subject that I have been made aware is a bigger issue than I had initially thought. My wife and I have prepared packets for you all to take with and read through after this meeting has come to a close and you are welcome to take time in making your decision."

He turned to look at the presentation, "As of a census in twenty-fourteen, the population of LGBTQ in America is standing at five point six percent. In New Jersey alone, a total of our population is at three point six. It does not seem like much but let's break that down into a real number. That would be eight million, eight-hundred and sixty-four thousand, five-hundred and ninety total as of twenty-twelve; only two-hundred thousand of those are adults. Our district of New Jersey is number ten out of all fifty-one states with California being the highest population at four point eight."

Frank watched him intently in between making notes, immediately fascinated with where this was going. Gerard waited for everyone to make notes and set their packets aside. Frank tried to look at the last two people beside him, noting a man in his thirties with very gelled brunette hair and a navy suit, and the last investor who sat right next to Frank was another man who smelled obscenely like cigarettes and some sort of potent cologne. He was also dressed in a suit but for some reason, it just seemed overdone. He was wearing a watch and a ring with noticeable labels and Frank wanted to almost roll his eyes. He turned back to the presentation, almost disappointed that he had ended his eye-roaming with someone so exorbitantly boring.

Frank thought back to the presentation and how Gerard had kept it to himself most of the time, the only people working on the campaign were himself and Lindsey. He hadn't even let Josh in on it, or Patrick - or Frank. But he could almost understand why. He continued making notes as Gerard showed off a few graphs, "Out of that total number, according to extensive research, LGBTQ youth experience a one-hundred and sixty-two percent of a higher change at experiencing homelessness. One in thirty youths under the age of seventeen experience homelessness, one in ten for young adults over eighteen. One in ten is over three million, my prospective investors. Across America, over three hundred youths a year are kicked out of their homes simply for being queer, transgender, or for being themselves in a home where that was squashed under the rug."

Frank tried to push aside the wave of feelings in his chest as his hand shook. He swallowed as he continued to write, "Here is a graph compiled that compares LGBTQ and non-LGBTQ youth homelessness. Nine percent of non had to exchange sex for basic needs whilst LGBTQ sky-rocketed to a chilling twenty-seven percent. Fifteen percent of non were forced to have sex, while LGBTQ stands at thirty-eight percent. Forty-seven percent of non-LGBTQ homeless were assaulted or physically hurt while the LGBTQ community experienced a sixty-two percentile. Thirty-seven percent of non experienced stigma or discrimination within their family, while the LGBTQ youth experienced a sixty-four percent. I hope you are starting to see a trend."

He turned to see a hand raised and he nodded, "Yes, Mr. Walters, you have a question?"

Mr. Walters was the elderly man with the lilac in his hair, "All of these statistics are very unfortunate, Mr. Way, but what are you planning to do? House every single gay child in America?"

Gerard raised an eyebrow and put his hands behind his back, "I assure you, sir, that if I could, I would. Unfortunately, I'm not the president and I can only do what I can with what I am given and within my capacity. So perhaps I may not be able to help every single one of them, I can do my damnedest to help the ones that fall within my district."

Mr. Walters nodded and sat back again to let Gerard continue. Frank quelled the urge to scowl at the old man and continued making notes as Gerard continued, "Of course there already are shelters and funding for all of this. As you can see here, twenty-four percent were completely unsheltered youth, twenty-eight percent had shelter with friends or other family, and forty-eight percent stayed at a youth shelter or a housing program."

The blond woman raised her hand this time, to which Gerard tilted his head, "Miss. Baxton?"

"What about shelters in our district, I take it this is across the U.S?"

Gerard nodded, "There are around twenty known and listed homeless shelters in New Jersey, of which some are specific to LGBTQ and youth. In comparison, California has over fifty alone."

She nodded and made a note in her diary as Frank did the same. He watched Gerard continue, "My next campaign is to not only help those shelters that need funding and repairs and donations, but to build more. More shelters and offer ease of access to facilities like therapy and medication from doctors willing to listen. I cannot even imagine how hard it is to live that way at such a young age. Or at any age."

Frank eyed his boss, knowing more than anyone else - except maybe Josh - that this topic hit harder to home for Gerard than the others knew. He hadn't been homeless, but he had been forced to hide his true self from everyone excluding a handful. Frank felt tears sting in his eyes but he pushed them back, zoning into the world around him again.

"-now that I have given you an idea on what I want to do, here is how I propose to do it if you all continue to invest in my campaign."

Frank sat the entire two hours as he wrote notes and held minutes of every interaction. His emotions raged inside his stomach like a tsunami, swirling and clashing with his insides. He had been so surprised to see ten out of twelve investors raise their hands at the end of the meeting when Gerard had asked to vote. He had expected more people to be adverse, but then again, anyone who would invest in Gerard, would be the kind to understand that he was a man who never tackled the easy issues, nor did he allow himself to be trampled by society in doing so.

And when he watched the last person leave the boardroom, they all came to a head. He couldn't even control the tears slowly tracking down his cheeks. He sniffed, wiping them away as Josh unplugged everything. Gerard closed the door as he said goodbye to the last one leaving and turned, frowning when he saw Frank.

He walked over, crouching down gently to wipe the tears away with his thumb, "Such a sweet boy."

Frank sniffed softly, "I didn't know you wanted to do all that."

Gerard smiled, "Of course I do. And it was all your idea."

Frank's mouth opened in surprise, falling into a small 'o' as he looked at his Dominant, "M-Me?"

Gerard nodded, "I remember you telling me about your father and, granted, you weren't homeless, but you weren't living in great conditions at all because he left. The idea of you sitting alone at night because your mother had to work two jobs and you still had no food or electricity sometimes, it saddened me. And the idea of others out there just like you who have no food or warmth because they choose to be their true selves and embraced their real self despite adversity, it's abominable. And if this campaign is voted into office for this term, you and I are going to do our best to make sure that no one under my wing will ever go hungry or cold for being themselves."

Frank bit his lip to stop it from wobbling, noting the door open and close quietly behind them as Josh exited to give them some space. Frank looked at Gerard with watery eyes, "I really love you, y'know."

Gerard smiled slightly and sat down on the floor before he helped Frank into his lap, sitting slightly under the table to hide themselves away from any prying eyes. He hunched down to accommodate his tall frame and held Frank close to his body, "I love you, too, my prince. You know that."

Frank hid his face in Gerard's neck, the leathery and mint scent had now fully become his welcomed quell for anxiety. He sniffed softly and took in a shaky breath, savoring their quiet moment together.

"I've been invited to another party if you'd like to go. You don't have to participate if you don't want to. We don't even have to go if you're not comfortable with it." Gerard whispered as he rubbed Frank's thigh gently.

Frank played quietly with Gerard's crimson silk tie, "When is it?"

"On Thursday night. It's not at the house we went to last time, it's being held at someone else's place this time. We can go just to observe, if you like."

"Sounds good. Are Ty and Josh going to be there?"

"Not this time." Gerard replied quietly, "Just you and I."

"We can go, sir." Frank closed his eyes as he tried to calm himself down a little more, surprised by how emotional he had gotten because of the meeting. He knew topics like this always upset him, but the idea of the man he loved actively trying to do something about it, that's what tipped him over the edge entirely. He had never been so proud of his partner before, he had never been so proud to be the partner to someone in this way. He wished he could scream it to anyone willing to listen. He couldn't, but he wished he could. The world deserved to know just how wonderful Gerard was and what he was willing to do for everyone else beyond himself. And Frank felt so overwhelmed just to be in his presence, let alone share his life with him.

"S-Sir?"

"Hmm?"

"Just... Thank you." Frank whispered softly, "For everything."

"Everything, boy?"

"Yes, sir. Good and bad. You've given me a life I would never have experienced or expected for myself and even though, in the beginning, I didn't think I'd fit in, I've never felt more like the person I'm meant to be. A-And... And I'm just so thankful that you've allowed me to become this person and that you've helped me grow and you haven't been mad when I fuck up. It means a lot to me that I get to wear your collar, even if I don't always say so. It's like... a comforting weight almost."

"Like a weighted blanket around your neck?" Gerard laughed softly and Frank let out a giggle, nodding in agreement.

"Exactly like that. Like you took the lump of weird clay I used to be and you shaped me into something just for you, like a mold only your hands can use." He picks up one of Gerard's long-fingered hands to examine its perfection, "And I'm proud to be molded by your hands, y'know? You've given me direction and you continue to encourage me to be myself and look how I want, not to be shaped in the image you expect, but to appreciate the image I've created because you allow me to grow. And I love following the example you set. And I'm just... I'm proud of being yours, submissive and otherwise."

Frank trailed off as a brilliant blush warmed his cheeks, realizing he had gone off on a small tangent because the words weren't coming out right. He frowned down at Gerard's hand quietly, hoping that what he had said had enough gravity for his Dominant to understand how important he was in Frank's life. He was crushed in a sudden windpipe-bursting hug, wheezing in surprise as long arms wrapped around his torso. He hugged back instantly, feeling so safe in Gerard's arms. He didn't even expect anything back in return, but he was so happy to have said it.

"Such a beautiful boy." Gerard whispered against the side of Frank's head, "I could never ask for anything more than your presence in my world."

Frank smiled as he nuzzled Gerard's face wordlessly, knowing that soon they would have to get up before anyone got suspicious. Underneath a work table was not the place he had expected to find himself being cuddled by his Master but he couldn't find a single ounce of himself willing to complain.

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Some support numbers:
The Trevor Project: (866) 488-7386

National Suicide Prevention Hotline: (800) 273-8255

The LGBT National Hotline: (888) 843-4564

The GLBT National Youth Hotline: (800) 246-7743

Trans Lifeline: (877) 565-8860

Runaway Safeline: 800-RUNAWAY/800- 786-2929

True Colors United: (212) 461-4401

All of these helplines and their association can be found on PFLAG.org/hotlines

Switchboard UK have various hotlines and chats for the LGBTQ community in need of help. Find their resources at switchboard.org.uk