It Came In a Shot Glass 1/5
Title: it came in a shot glass
Summary: Frank is a big shot lawyer and one of the youngest to graduate at a prestigous international school. His father is in terminal cancer stage and thats a reason to come home.... and drown some at a bar. (...) <- it will spoil story
Disclaimer: I do not own them
( Prologue )
Chapter 1
^ italic=flashback ^
Gerard picked up his suitcase after the security made sure his papers were in order, his first time back since he was eighteen and already he was harassed because he forgot to put his keys onto the small tray before he stepped through the metal detector.
He managed to hail a taxi, after giving the driver directions he sat back with a sigh. Jet lag lapped up some of his consciousness but he managed to pay the driver and get to his appartment no problem. Australia wasnt all that terrible but the third bedridden person to molest him was quite enough.
The second one that gave him a huge inheritance was somewhat worth it but if that was what was going to happen he'd be better of as a prostitute.
Somehow, he found the elderly so much more accepting than anyone else... or maybe they just reminded him of his own grandmother. They's always want his company, look for him constantly, provided they could remember his name, even if he just disappeared to go to the bathroom. But in the end somehow, he'd always be the last person they'd see.
He pulled the curtains to block out the high noon sunlight from his apartment and try to catch up on some sleep before he'd have to see his employer that night. Now, jetlag didnt bother him as much as he remembered the odd hours he'd be up when the person he was taking care of would have an asthma attack or if the painkillers didnt exactly work. He remembered holding their hand as he fell asleep and how much he prayed ot wasnt that night.
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"Hello, Arc Nursing and Caregiving Agency Bob Bryar speaking."
"Yes, I'd like to employ a caregiver for my bedridden father. Preferably someone who can also acts as his nurse."
"Understood. May I have your name and address sir?"
Frank gave the information and in terms of pay and board, the lawyer assured him that everythig would be provided and a regular monthly pay. The contract and the caregiver would come and start tomorrow given the papers to be in order.
The young man sighed as he put down the phone. So far his father had already scared away the cook three maids and the security gaurd... the pervert. i mean what kind of man gets breast cancer? who knew... must be karma or something.
He skimmed through his email, no new cases that caught his attention. Not that his public announcement that he would take no new cases until his father either recovered or otherwise, would stop anymore new requests from coming in.
Nothing to do now but wait and maybe make some dinner while hoping beyond hope that the caregiver wouldnt be some pretty boy that his father would love to harass. Thats the last thing he needed, another liability in court.
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Gerard held the address in one hand and suitcase handle tightly in the other. He swallowed not exactly sure what he was getting into, he checked the address thrice. This Mr. Frank Iero owned a mansion and a whole block to put it in, he pushed the doorbell and after a few moment someone that must have been the gardener opened it for him.
The old man in blue overalls directed him to the northwing of the mansion where he could find Mr. Iero's study. Gerard thanked him and was on his way, past the extravagant looking main hall the northwing slowly set from sophisticated to occult.
Fine carvings in the wall of scenes concerning medieval monsters and necromancers together with several morbid statues. Gerard felt his heart beat in his throat as he journeyed deeper into the wing. As a child this was everything he ever loved aside from his grandmother.
A euphoric feeling slowly replaced the tension in him, each step became dragging as he longed to savor each moment in this... hell, since there was no better word for it.
As he approached the giant oak door at the end of the wing to see it was carved with skeletons, flames and chains to mimic a purgatory or hell theme complete with 'Through me the way to a suffering city.... abandon hope all who enter here.' from Dante's inferno.
The brunette knocked, tension rising in his stomach again. He carefully opened the door when he was given the permission to open. The large library looked normal compared to the hallway, a young man stood from the chair nearest the fireplace, a hard bound book in his hands.
"Mr. Frank Iero sir?" Gerard got a good view of him, he was told he was going to take care of an old man named Frank Iero, but when the young man nodded he started to wonder.
"You must be the caregiver i called for yesterday?"
"Yes sir"
"Relax," Frank started, a slight tinge of amusement on his face "You'll be taking care of my father, Frank Iero Senior."
Gerard realized he was holding his breath and let it out. The younger man sat him down and went over the contract and other formalities.
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Gerard sat by the sleeping old man's bedside as he organised his timetable for medication and things he'd have to do to keep Mr. Iero comfortable. He was informed that there werent any maid for this wing at the moment so after cleaning and replacing his dextrose, he began his search for the kitchen at around 9pm.
Someone was already in the kitchen, it was the younger Frank just taking out a medium sized bake dish from the oven. "Gerard was it?The cook quit last week, if you dont mind veggie lasagne you can have dinner with me."
Gerard smiled and accepted the offer, at the least insisting to clean up. Dinner passed with comfortable silence before Frank excused himself to go back to his study. Gerard followed him with his eyes when the young lawyer turned his back, a mixed look of grateful and respect in his eyes.
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Frank muttered small curses under his breath, trying to get rid of an unwanted boner with rough strokes as he was at the mercy of the cold water from the shower. There was something about that caregiver that practically touched him without actually touching him. "Gerard...fucking...Rush..." he groaned as he came"Who the damn are you?"
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After cleaning up, he went back to old man Iero's room, a light feeling in his chest. Atleast Frank wasnt the kind of employer to physically and emotionally abuse him like the several he'd been with since he started working in America.
But his breath caught in his chest as he felt a hand rub circles on his crotch.
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end of this chapter ^_^ i have classes on the 21st so im not sure how often i can update. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and will review you guys make my day :D
Summary: Frank is a big shot lawyer and one of the youngest to graduate at a prestigous international school. His father is in terminal cancer stage and thats a reason to come home.... and drown some at a bar. (...) <- it will spoil story
Disclaimer: I do not own them
( Prologue )
Chapter 1
^ italic=flashback ^
Gerard picked up his suitcase after the security made sure his papers were in order, his first time back since he was eighteen and already he was harassed because he forgot to put his keys onto the small tray before he stepped through the metal detector.
He managed to hail a taxi, after giving the driver directions he sat back with a sigh. Jet lag lapped up some of his consciousness but he managed to pay the driver and get to his appartment no problem. Australia wasnt all that terrible but the third bedridden person to molest him was quite enough.
The second one that gave him a huge inheritance was somewhat worth it but if that was what was going to happen he'd be better of as a prostitute.
Somehow, he found the elderly so much more accepting than anyone else... or maybe they just reminded him of his own grandmother. They's always want his company, look for him constantly, provided they could remember his name, even if he just disappeared to go to the bathroom. But in the end somehow, he'd always be the last person they'd see.
He pulled the curtains to block out the high noon sunlight from his apartment and try to catch up on some sleep before he'd have to see his employer that night. Now, jetlag didnt bother him as much as he remembered the odd hours he'd be up when the person he was taking care of would have an asthma attack or if the painkillers didnt exactly work. He remembered holding their hand as he fell asleep and how much he prayed ot wasnt that night.
------- --------- --------- ------ --------
"Hello, Arc Nursing and Caregiving Agency Bob Bryar speaking."
"Yes, I'd like to employ a caregiver for my bedridden father. Preferably someone who can also acts as his nurse."
"Understood. May I have your name and address sir?"
Frank gave the information and in terms of pay and board, the lawyer assured him that everythig would be provided and a regular monthly pay. The contract and the caregiver would come and start tomorrow given the papers to be in order.
The young man sighed as he put down the phone. So far his father had already scared away the cook three maids and the security gaurd... the pervert. i mean what kind of man gets breast cancer? who knew... must be karma or something.
He skimmed through his email, no new cases that caught his attention. Not that his public announcement that he would take no new cases until his father either recovered or otherwise, would stop anymore new requests from coming in.
Nothing to do now but wait and maybe make some dinner while hoping beyond hope that the caregiver wouldnt be some pretty boy that his father would love to harass. Thats the last thing he needed, another liability in court.
-------- -------- --------- ---------
Gerard held the address in one hand and suitcase handle tightly in the other. He swallowed not exactly sure what he was getting into, he checked the address thrice. This Mr. Frank Iero owned a mansion and a whole block to put it in, he pushed the doorbell and after a few moment someone that must have been the gardener opened it for him.
The old man in blue overalls directed him to the northwing of the mansion where he could find Mr. Iero's study. Gerard thanked him and was on his way, past the extravagant looking main hall the northwing slowly set from sophisticated to occult.
Fine carvings in the wall of scenes concerning medieval monsters and necromancers together with several morbid statues. Gerard felt his heart beat in his throat as he journeyed deeper into the wing. As a child this was everything he ever loved aside from his grandmother.
A euphoric feeling slowly replaced the tension in him, each step became dragging as he longed to savor each moment in this... hell, since there was no better word for it.
As he approached the giant oak door at the end of the wing to see it was carved with skeletons, flames and chains to mimic a purgatory or hell theme complete with 'Through me the way to a suffering city.... abandon hope all who enter here.' from Dante's inferno.
The brunette knocked, tension rising in his stomach again. He carefully opened the door when he was given the permission to open. The large library looked normal compared to the hallway, a young man stood from the chair nearest the fireplace, a hard bound book in his hands.
"Mr. Frank Iero sir?" Gerard got a good view of him, he was told he was going to take care of an old man named Frank Iero, but when the young man nodded he started to wonder.
"You must be the caregiver i called for yesterday?"
"Yes sir"
"Relax," Frank started, a slight tinge of amusement on his face "You'll be taking care of my father, Frank Iero Senior."
Gerard realized he was holding his breath and let it out. The younger man sat him down and went over the contract and other formalities.
------ ----- ----- ----- ----- -----
Gerard sat by the sleeping old man's bedside as he organised his timetable for medication and things he'd have to do to keep Mr. Iero comfortable. He was informed that there werent any maid for this wing at the moment so after cleaning and replacing his dextrose, he began his search for the kitchen at around 9pm.
Someone was already in the kitchen, it was the younger Frank just taking out a medium sized bake dish from the oven. "Gerard was it?The cook quit last week, if you dont mind veggie lasagne you can have dinner with me."
Gerard smiled and accepted the offer, at the least insisting to clean up. Dinner passed with comfortable silence before Frank excused himself to go back to his study. Gerard followed him with his eyes when the young lawyer turned his back, a mixed look of grateful and respect in his eyes.
------ ---- ---- ---- --
Frank muttered small curses under his breath, trying to get rid of an unwanted boner with rough strokes as he was at the mercy of the cold water from the shower. There was something about that caregiver that practically touched him without actually touching him. "Gerard...fucking...Rush..." he groaned as he came"Who the damn are you?"
----- ----- ----- ----- ----- ----
After cleaning up, he went back to old man Iero's room, a light feeling in his chest. Atleast Frank wasnt the kind of employer to physically and emotionally abuse him like the several he'd been with since he started working in America.
But his breath caught in his chest as he felt a hand rub circles on his crotch.
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end of this chapter ^_^ i have classes on the 21st so im not sure how often i can update. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and will review you guys make my day :D