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There are a lot of things Gerard expected to see upon coming home after receiving a text from Frank stating that he was cleaning their closet. A ton of clothes on the ground was one thing. Impatient Frank stuffing old clothes into bags to be donated to charity, yelling at Gerard that they own too much shit, was another. He was even prepared to have a fight with Frank over the pairs of sneakers that he knew were in there, having a speech ready in case Frank got defensive about it. If he could keep his sneakers, then Gerard was keeping all pairs of shorts, and the discussion was over. It sounded like a fair deal in his mind.
What he didn’t expect to see, was this. He’s sure that he has lost his jaw somewhere on the ground, and he’s suddenly very grateful for how sturdy their doorframes are because he needs to grab one to keep himself upright. Frank hasn’t even turned around yet, but he is gazing at him in that tall mirror they have opposite the entrance, and he looks partially amused and partially offended.
“Didn’t your mother teach you how to knock, son?”
Son. Jesus. Gerard starts sweating immediately, flinching when Frank raises his eyebrows. He thought he got rid of that thing. He was certain that he did, actually. Otherwise, he would have made use of it on their last tour. There it is, though, so clearly he was mistaken. Frank adjusts it with the tips of his fingers, pushing the stiff, white fabric further under the collar band of his black shirt, and tilts his head to check himself out.
“Or answer questions, for that matter,” he clicks his tongue. He smiles, though, and finally turns around. “It’s okay. I’m in a forgiving mood.”
“Right,” Gerard says stiffly. He really, really doesn’t know how to approach this. He glues his eyes to the black slacks that Frank is wearing, tight across his thighs. “I, uhh–”
“Come on, you can tell me,” Frank says softly. “No need to be afraid or ashamed. We have the seal of confession for a reason.”
Seal of confession, huh? Sure.
“I would really like you to fuck me right now.”
Frank’s eyes go comically wide. It’s so exaggerated that Gerard has to laugh, clasping a hand over his mouth when Frank’s expression turns from shocked to stern. If he weren’t such a fantastic fucking musician, Gerard would urge him to pursue an acting career.
“That’s inappropriate, and that’s putting it lightly,” Frank frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. The shirt tightens around his biceps and his pecks, and Gerard’s mouth waters a little. He never considered himself an overly religious person, even though he was raised catholic, but now that he’s looking at Frank in that collar, he kind of thinks like he’s missed out on a lot of fun. If any of the priests in his childhood parish looked like this, Gerard could’ve had a lot more fun in his teenage years than he did, killing time in his basement.
“Sorry, Father,” Gerard bites his lower lip. Fuck, that’s hot. Why is that hot? God (ha, get it?) knows. “But you look very–”
“Careful,” Frank points one of his fingers at him. “You do not want to anger God more than you already have. Those thoughts are impure, child.”
“Yeah, you know me, Father,” Gerard grins and cocks one of his hips to the side. “I’m a filthy girl.”
Frank crosses himself. Of course, he does. It makes Gerard grin even wider, and he has to admit, Frank is seriously doing a great job at not cracking the fuck up. When he’s in character, though, he’s really in, and Gerard is only remotely surprised to see him loosen his collar to pull out a rosary that he has hanging from his neck. Gerard wasn’t even aware of the fact that they own a rosary, but hell, what does he know? He’s sure he would find multiple if he did what Frank was doing, going through every single drawer in their closet.
“You need to get right with God again,” Frank says quietly. He’s looking at Gerard like he’s afraid of him, like Gerard is Satan himself, and it sparks something in Gerard’s chest. “Please, child. Confess your sins and ask for forgiveness. It’s not too late for you.”
What Frank doesn’t say is - get down on your knees, but Gerard hears it loud and clear. It’s a dream come true for anyone with at least a little bit of Catholic guilt and religious trauma, and the church has pissed him off a lot more than just “a little.” Not that Gerard has ever consciously thought of blowing a priest, but he is definitely thinking about it now. He can’t even lie to himself - the collar is really doing it for him. He abandons the doorframe in favor of strolling over to Frank, head hanging low as if in shame. He can act, too, if he wants to.
“I’m sorry, Father,” he says quietly when he’s just a step away from Frank. He’s staring at Frank’s feet and has a crazy thought that he should at least be wearing shoes if he’s going to be playing a sexy priest, but it’s gone a second later when Frank puts a hand on top of his head.
“All can be forgiven,” he says. “If you atone for it.”
“Tell me what to do,” Gerard asks. Frank’s hand presses harder, and Gerard’s stomach tightens when he gives in to it, slowly sinking onto the ground. He may be too fucking old to keep falling to his knees for Frank, but fuck, he’s wearing a fucking clerical collar. Gerard would twist his body any way Frank would ask if it ensured he’d keep it on. He clasps his hands together, eyes glued to the floor between Frank’s feet. “What’s my punishment, Father?”
“It’s penance, not punishment,” Frank clicks his tongue again. “And I don’t know yet. You need to confess your sins first. Start from the beginning.”
Does Gerard even remember it? Doubtful, but then again, it’s not like Frank would be able to pick up on any errors. Or maybe he could - he did want to be an altar boy when he was a child, after all, so perhaps Gerard should be worried about that, too. He raises his hands in silent begging, though, and the beads of Frank’s rosary clink when he slides it over his head, wrapping it around Gerard’s wrists. It’s not tight, and it’s not a knot, but it’s enough to make Gerard’s cock twitch at how absolutely wrong it is.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” he murmurs, arching his back a little when Frank’s fingers run through his hair. He’s tender and gentle, but when Gerard risks glancing up, he can see the black slacks tight across Frank’s hardening cock. His mouth waters again. “I have had a lot of… sinful thoughts. I still have them.”
“Tell me,” Frank encourages him. “Don’t leave anything out. There are no secrets before God.”
“I’ve been thinking about… putting my mouth on a man,” he’s whispering now, and he can actually feel his cheeks heat up when he speaks. It’s just Frank, but there is something shameful in the act itself, confessing to his thoughts in a way that’s not filled with swearing. “There is this guy, and I’ve been thinking of… goddamn it–”
“Language,” Frank scolds him, and fuck, that goes straight to Gerard’s cock.
“I want to lick every inch of his skin,” Gerard breathes out. “I want to touch him everywhere. I want to hear him moaning my name when I put my mouth around him and suck.”
“What else?” Frank prompts. His breathing is faster now, and he’s definitely hard in his slacks when Gerard looks up again. Combined with the collar still tightly fastened around his neck, it makes for an image that is bound to be in Gerard’s wet dreams for at least a few weeks.
“I want to lick his balls, too,” he says. “I wanna turn him around and eat him out until he can’t remember his own name. Wanna put my tongue as deep inside him as I can, and I wanna fuck him with it. Wanna taste him.”
“That’s not… very holy,” Frank manages, but it comes out broken. He has to clear his throat before he speaks again, and the rosary around Gerard’s wrists shakes when his hands begin to tremble. “Is there anything else?”
“Here’s the thing,” Gerard ponders out loud. “It is kind of a tough choice what I would want next. There are so many options that I don’t know what I would want to go with first.”
“First?”
“Oh, yes. I want to do a lot of things with that man. And to him. Father, I want everything with him.”
“A bond between two men is forbidden,” Frank chokes out. “It’s wrong and unnatural.”
“Maybe,” Gerard shrugs. “But if it’s so wrong then why does it feel so right?”
“It’s all in your head. God said–”
“You would love it, Father,” Gerard whispers. He shuffles an inch closer on his knees, looking up from under his eyelashes until he finds Frank’s gaze. He can see the facade breaking, Frank’s lips parted as he breathes hard, his cock tenting the front of his slacks. For a split second Gerard almost forgets that it’s still Frank, and all he would have to do is say his name and this would all be gone. It’s fun, though. He makes a mental note to thank Frank for putting that collar on later and lowers his head until he is nearly leaning his forehead against Frank’s thigh. He can feel the heat coming off of it, and he drops his hands to his lap where his cock is hard in his pants, too.
“You should not be saying these things to me,” Frank scolds him again. “We are discussing you.”
“Yeah, but aren’t you curious?” Gerard chuckles. “You wanna tell me you’ve never met a sinner so bad that all you wanted was to punish them? Never thought of forcing someone to take whatever penance you could think of?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever met a bigger sinner than you,” Frank admits slowly.
“Well, what is your gut telling you, then? What would you do to me to ensure I wouldn’t sin anymore?”
“Make you regret sinning in the first place.”
“How?”
Gerard knows how even before Frank’s fingers tighten around his hair. He lets out a relieved moan when Frank drags him in, and he has just enough time to open his mouth before it’s pressed to the outline of Frank’s cock through the slacks. He tastes the fabric when he wraps his lips around it, and Frank hisses above him. He’s spectacularly fucking hard. Gerard is sure that if he could move and find the head of Frank’s cock with his lips, he could taste precum leaking through the pants.
“You are disgusting,” Frank chokes out above him. He holds him in place when Gerard tries to wriggle out of his grip and even goes as far as to widen his stance to drag him even closer. “You– look at you. You would open your mouth for anyone, wouldn’t you? God despises you.”
“Mm,” Gerard hums, twisting his head as far as it’ll go. He sticks his tongue out and runs it over Frank’s clothed cock, moaning when he feels it twitch. “I’m ready for my atonement, Father. I wanna suck you off.”
“I don’t think that’s an adequate punishment,” Frank hums. “No, I can see how close to evil you are. It would only worsen your condition. I don’t think you are capable of controlling yourself.”
“Then you control me,” Gerard moans. He nuzzles Frank’s thigh and carefully unwraps the rosary from around his wrists, pulling them behind his back as soon as he can. “Come on, Father, please. I need your help,” he whispers then, going for as much of a pleading voice as he can muster. “Please, help me. I don’t want to be bad. I want to be good.”
“You want to be a good boy,” Frank nods his head firmly, dragging Gerard’s back by the hair. He looks down at his face, all stern and serious, then clicks his tongue again. “Keep your hands behind your back. They’ve caused you to sin before. We need to ensure they don’t get in the way.”
“Yes, Father,” Gerard licks his lips. “What else?”
“Well, first, I will cleanse you from sin,” Frank tells him slowly. “And after what you’ve told me, I think we need to ensure this dirty mouth of yours cannot spew more sinful words.”
“Cleanse me how?” Gerard whispers. Frank’s lips curl into a knowing smirk, and he tilts his head.
His spit hits Gerard squarely in the middle of the face. He flinches, surprised, then immediately moans when he feels it sliding from between his eyebrows down to his cheek. His hands flinch behind his back with the need to touch Frank, to do fucking anything other than just kneel there, but Frank’s gaze is dark and unrelenting. He tilts Gerard’s head back a little further before he spits on him again, over Gerard’s forehead this time, then presses his thumb to it.
“I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,” he says, and - okay, Gerard fucking loves the Catholic church. His entire body trembles, and he needs to squeeze the rosary so hard that the cross digs painfully into his palm to stop himself from dropping it. Frank cants his hips, undoing his belt with surprising ease, considering he still has one hand tangled in Gerard’s hair. Gerard can’t stop the breathy groan that he lets out when Frank pulls the zipper down without undoing the button. “Oh, I have heard enough from you to know you cannot be trusted with full access,” Frank chuckles. He eases his cock out through the opening, though, so Gerard doesn’t give a fuck.
“Hallelujah,” he whispers.
“Open wide,” Frank says. Gerard’s mouth drops open immediately, and he smiles at him. “Good. You’re gonna pray the rosary for me, boy. We’ll get some holiness into you.”
“How–”
“A bead every three thrusts,” Frank informs him, and fuck, Gerard’s stomach does a triple flip at that. It’s so fucking dirty, and he cannot wait. “And you’ll hold it down for Glory Be. Understood?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Perfect,” Frank nods, the hand he has in Gerard’s hair tightening. He steps forward, widening his stance, and Gerard has to suppress the shiver that threatens to run down his spine when the head of Frank’s cock lands on his tongue. “You have the rosary ready? Good. Let’s begin, shall we?”
He doesn’t hold back at all. Gerard barely has time to think about it before Frank is forcing his cock into his mouth, all the way to the back of it and then into his throat. He gags around it, surprised, but Frank doesn’t give him time to recover. Not that Gerard wants him to - this is divine. He forces himself to relax when Frank pulls back, then has to groan when the actual thrusts start. It’s rough and fast, and his lips start aching almost immediately, fingers running over the beads.
“Three,” Frank informs him in a gasp, yanking him back. Gerard groans, inhaling sharply, only to be pulled back forward, Frank’s cock stretching the corners of his mouth. “One– two– three.”
“Jesus,” he moans, shoulders tensing when Frank tilts his head to look at him. “I–”
“Too much?” Frank smiles. “Regretting your sins so soon?”
“No,” he shakes his head. “Gonna have to try harder than that, priest.”
“I will,” Frank hums. “Come back here. Take it.”
He thrusts into Gerard’s mouth a few more times, quick and shallow, and Gerard nearly drops the rosary when he slides deeper again after that, his second hand joining the first to hold Gerard’s head in place. Gerard shudders when he feels his gag reflex reacting, eyes watering when Frank doesn’t let go. Fuck, it’s too much, too soon, and he’s gonna–
“Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit– hold it, hold it– as it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be– fucking hold it– world without end.”
As soon as the pressure is gone, Gerard pulls back with a muffled cry. His mouth overflows when he falls forward, uncurling his hands from behind his back just in time to catch himself on them, heaving the air and letting the spit fall from his parted lips. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. He raises a hand, fully aware that it’s trembling, and hears Frank click his tongue impatiently above him, but he doesn’t care.
“Fuck,” he whispers, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck, Frank–”
“Father,” Frank reminds him.
“Father,” he nods weakly. “Jesus, you– God. You want me to do the whole rosary?”
“That depends. Do you feel rehabilitated?”
Does he? No. No, he doesn’t. He mostly wants to jerk off and cum, but he can leave that for after Frank cums in his mouth, and if he wants to torture himself and hold back for the entirety of additional four decades of the rosary, then so be it. Gerard knows he must be close. When he looks up, Frank’s cock is flushed and leaking, and his hips keep twitching like he can’t stop himself from thrusting.
“Four more,” Gerard whispers, pulling himself back together. He kneels back, relaxing his shoulders, and clasps his hands in his lap, gripping the rosary. Frank doesn’t scold him, thankfully, and he has to bite back the moan when the top of his hands brush over his straining cock. He opens his mouth again.
“Four more,” Frank smiles. He looks proud, and it spurs Gerard on, especially when Frank runs a thumb over his cheek. “God will be proud.”
Then his cock is back in Gerard’s mouth, so Gerard hardly cares who will or won’t be proud. Frank finally stops teasing and starts fucking him, keeping the thrusts relatively shallow. He’s fully in control, though, so all Gerard can do is follow the beads with his fingers and make sure he keeps his teeth out of the way, swallowing when Frank pulls back and groaning when he slides in.
Everything is wet by the time they get to the fifth decade. Everything. Gerard’s chin from where he drooled all over himself when Frank held him pressed down for each Glory Be, his hands from where the spit fell from his face, Frank’s cock that keeps rocking into his mouth, the fabric around his zipper. Gerard’s throat aches, his hands are trembling, and he’s close to crying from how much he wants this done. Not to be over - to taste Frank on his tongue, to bring him over the edge, to win. He hums when Frank starts thrusting again and wonders what will happen if Frank doesn’t cum before the rosary ends.
Then Frank groans, though, and it’s a sound that Gerard would recognize anywhere.
“Close,” he mumbles above him, thrusting his hips forward harder. “Fuck, so close–”
Gerard’s close, too. He has three beads left, no more, and with how he’s been rocking against his own hands, he’s bound to cream his pants in less than a minute. He sobs when Frank thrusts back in and stays there, cock twitching between Gerard’s lips, and he actually thinks - fuck, it’s working, he feels like praying. Then Frank is already there, rolling his hips and moaning his name, and Gerard gets exactly what he wanted - a mouth full of cum when Frank tips over the edge, which he welcomes with a lewd moan, swallowing all he can.
“Jesus.”
He doesn’t expect Frank to fall to his knees in front of him at all. He gasps, surprised, but Frank already has two hands working on his pants, pulling and yanking them down.
“Fuck, get them off, get them–”
And then his hand is around Gerard’s cock, and yeah. That. Exactly that. Gerard’s hips snap, and he moans, falling forward into Frank’s arms, his forehead on his shoulder when he thrusts into Frank’s fist. He manages to turn his head enough to press his mouth to Frank’s collar, and he wails like he’s been shot, mouthing at the white piece of fabric, nibbling at the skin of Frank’s throat, holding for dear life when Frank jerks him off.
“Fuck, fuck, faster,” he blubbers, digging his fingers into Frank’s sides. “Fucking harder–”
“Jesus, Gee.”
“Yeah, there, fuck, make me cum, Father, make me– fuck.”
Frank twists his wrist just right at that, and Gerard cums with a muffled shout, thrusting into his fist to ride it off. God, it’s good. He feels it everywhere, and he slumps into Frank’s arms, groaning when Frank gasps.
“Fucking Jesus, babe,” he murmurs, pulling Gerard in. The rosary falls to the ground, abandoned between their bodies, and Gerard thinks to himself - shit, is that sacrilege? Then, he snorts at his own thoughts. “Holy fuck.”
“Literally,” he murmurs, making Frank laugh. He sighs, pulling back to look at his face, and grins. “Shit, you look really hot in this.”
“Really? Never would’ve guessed.”
Gerard flicks the collar with the tips of his fingertips, biting his lip. “Wear it more often?”
“Sin more often,” Frank counters. “If you can do that, then I’ll be here to deliver penance.”
“Oh, that’s guaranteed,” Gerard laughs and brings Frank in to kiss him. “After all, I’m the biggest sinner you’ve ever seen. I’ll make you proud, Father.”