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Frank has been watching Gerard these past weeks since the band got back together. It’d been a little while before then since he last saw Gerard and Frank would be the first to admit that he was a bit surprised when he first Gerard again. It’s undeniable that he’d lost weight. Gerard hadn’t exactly been fat, but he’d been soft around the edges.
When they first reunited, Gerard had lost a lot of that softness. But Frank has watched him refuse to drink anything but water and black coffee and being very, very mindful of eating. Initially Frank had just noticed him saying no to the snacks, but then when he’d paid closer attention he noticed Gerard saying no to lunch and sometimes even dinner.
And that? That worries him. But when he’d spoken to Gerard about it, Gerard had brushed it off, saying that Frank probably didn’t see him wolf down on snacks in his own room and that Gerard was being careful about calories, but why would he starve himself? And so, Frank had initially let it be.
Until Gerard had fainted after a photoshoot. Frank had taken him aside and asked him if he’d eaten and Gerard had been grinning even while he shook his head, saying “I must’ve forgotten in the jumble of getting ready. I’ll eat now. Here, look, I brought energy bars.”
And the second time Gerard had fainted, also after a photoshoot, Gerard had exactly the same answer except this time he added; “Frank, really, you don’t have to worry. Why would I bring food if I’m starving myself. You know how it is in the jumble to get ready. I just forgot, really.”
And Frank had taken that answer too. But after the third time Gerard had fainted, his time shortly before they were scheduled to do an interview, Frank decided to stop buying into Gerard’s excuses. It’s clear to him that Gerard isn’t feeding himself enough. Frank can live with Gerard healthily losing weight, even if Frank personally saw nothing wrong to the softness of Gerard before. But unhealthily losing weight? Frank needs to step in.
Frank had spent the majority of the next day considering how he should approach the subject. Whether he should tell Mikey and Ray, who so far have bought Gerard’s excuses. Whether they should bring in a professional to help with Gerard. But truth is, Frank doesn’t want to embarrass Gerard. He’s clearly hiding his issues. And while Frank absolutely will not stand to let them continue, he doesn’t want to counter Gerard so much as to bring it to the public’s attention.
So Frank had considered what he’d think is the most logical. Making Gerard take comfort from food again instead of being scared to eat. And yes, Frank is sure there are a hell of a lot other, perhaps even better, ways to get someone to get a healthy relationship with food again. But Frank’s mind had settled on this one, and two days later, when Gerard refused dinner again, Frank waited until Ray and Mikey were gone before grabbing a plate full of potatoes and veggies along with a bowl of soup, and he’d knocked on Gerard’s door.
“Frankie, what are you-” Gerard had protested somewhat even as Frank pushed his way in as soon as the door opened.
“I kept an eye on you today. I don’t care what you say, you haven’t eaten yet. So you’ll eat this.” Gerard, for a moment, had just stared at Frank. And then he opened his mouth but because Frank knew what was coming, he interjected; “No, don’t give me the ‘You don’t know what I ate in my room’ spiel again. Because I know, without a doubt in the world, that if I begin looking in the trashcan I won’t find any food remains or wrappers and no matter how much I search I won’t find dirty plates or cutlery.”
Gerard had puffed up. “What are you saying?”
“You know what I’m saying. But fine, if you want me to be explicit, I’m saying that you’re starving yourself. You’re starving yourself because of those damn jeans you keep trying to squeeze yourself into. And it’s ridiculous, Gee. I don’t care if you want to lose weight, you can knock yourself out doing that healthily. But you will eat dinner.”
“It’s not working healthily, Frank,” Gerard had finally admittedly defeat as he deflated. “It’s not. It’s been weeks since I lost any weight at all. And I need to fit into those jeans. It was bad enough for the video, but how do you imagine touring if I can barely move because they’re so tight?”
“Get a bigger pair. Jesus, Gee, nobody cares if you wear a size 2 or a size 8. Well, you do, apparently, but I do hope you want to be healthy more than you want to fit in a size 2.”
Gerard had crossed his arms, leaving his head hanging. And Frank had known what that meant even if Gerard hadn’t stated it. That in that moment, Gerard hadn’t care more about his health than his size. Frank had shaken his head and put the cutlery next to the plate.
“You’re going to eat that.”
“What, you’re going to force me?”
“Actually, no,” Frank had shaken his head and Gerard had looked at him in surprise. “I’m going to entice you. I figure, judging by everything I know of people going through something you’re going through, that you’re not loving your body right now. And if you’re not loving your body, I’m going to go on a limb and say it’s been a while since you’ve orgasmed. So, you’re going to eat while I jack you off. With this,” Frank had held up a cock-ring. “Only when you’ve finished your food will I take this off and you get to come.”
Gerard had snorted. “Who says I’m that desperate for a simple jacking of?”
“Maybe you are, maybe you’re not. But all I grabbed were soup, veggies and potatoes. Not even a big portion, Gee. This is a healthy dinner. So you can either eat it while I jack you off and then help you come. Or you can refuse to eat it and then my plan to tackle this without anyone knowing what you’re going through doesn’t work and I ask for help. Because this can’t continue. It’s your choice.”
For several long moments, Gerard had simply glared at Frank. And Frank had started to believe that it’s not going to work. But then, just when Frank is about to pull out his phone to call Mikey, Gerard nods. “Fine. Fine, you win. But it’s just to get you off my back, understood?”
Frank hadn’t cared about the reason. He’d cared only for the result. So he quickly nodded and grabbed Gerard’s shoulders, marching him to the chair in front of the food, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and pulling those, along with the boxer briefs underneath, down before allowing Gerard to sit. Frank had kneeled behind the chair, hand coming round to grab at Gerard’s dick just while Gerard had grabbed the soup.
“It’s cold,” he’d whined.
“Well, you were standing here arguing for a few minutes. Next time don’t do that and you’ll have hot food,” Frank had told him in response. It had elicited a sigh, but he’d still brought a second spoonful to his mouth even while Frank had started working Gerard dick to becoming erect.
It had taken a while, honestly. Frank couldn’t be sure, of course, but he suspected that it had to do with Gerard’s dislike of the food. But that only spurred Frank on to do better. And eventually, Gerard had been hard and Frank had slipped the cock-ring on just as Gerard had finished the soup and pulled the potato and veggie towards him instead.
“Not sure I’ll exactly need that ring. You’re not doing that brilliant a job so far,” Gerard had taunted despite the situation, the bastard.
“Trying to cum quicker just so you don’t have to finish? Not gonna work, Gee, finish the food and I’ll slip it off. And I’ll keep going once you finish the food. I promised you an orgasm for good behaviour, you’ll get it.”
And Gerard had gotten it. Though his prediction of not needing the ring had been correct, Frank had slipped it off only when Gerard showed him both empty plates and then he’d turned Gerard around so he was facing Frank instead and Frank had taken him in mouth and then he’d kept going until Gerard blew his load right into Frank’s mouth.
And though the method was unconventional, it had worked. For the weeks that followed, whenever Frank caught Gerard not eating, he chased food after Gerard and jacked and blew him in reward for finishing his food.
Though perhaps it had worked a little too well. after the first couple of weeks, Gerard lied to the guys more often about not having eaten. And Frank was annoyingly slow to catch on and by the time he accused Gerard of not eating only to have Frank pleasure him, the smirk had been enough to reveal that Gerard absolutely was doing that. Unashamedly too. But well, as annoying as it was to be played, Frank had been happy enough that Gerard was eating. And so he’d kept rewarding Gerard.
Frank was even quite happy when Gerard turned out to like being kept on the edge. It meant Gerard was bringing bigger portions to eat. And Frank didn’t mind that at all, because even though he got Gerard to eat every day now, he’s still quite aware that it’s basically all Gerard eats all day. And if Gerard enjoys eating fuller portions while Frank is working him, then that’s all the matter to get him to look at food positively again. At some point, Frank even managed to get Gerard to finish a pizza! While Frank was quite certain it had been months, if not longer, since Gerard even had a slice.
And then had come to the fateful day of Gerard’s birthday, along with the cake that went with it. During the party, nobody but Frank had seemed to notice that Gerard served cake, but never once even ate a bite of it.
“It’s your cake, Gee. You should have some,” Frank had told them after the party had ended and it was just the two of them left.
“No, it’s wasteful calories,” Gerard had responded, not even looking at the delicious coffee-flavoured cake his brother had picked out for him.
“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s your birthday. Besides, it’s not a crime to snack once in a while, you know. When’s the last time you had any kind of cake or chocolate or candy or cookies or anything of the sort?”
Gerard had blinked, seemingly genuinely not knowing the answer. Instead of admitting that it was a long, long time though, Gerard had just shrugged. “Who consciously snacks anyway. I probably had some last week without even really noticing.” When Frank had given a look, Gerard had scowled. “What? Are you gonna extend the jack off and blow-job services to sweets now too?”
“I fucking might. Gee, I- god, I don’t know how often I have to repeat this. I want you to like food again. I want you to be able to enjoy eating a piece of cake.”
Gerard had been silent for a few seconds. And then he’d grabbed a fork from the drawer, undid his jeans and pushed them down along with his underwear and then sat in front of the remaining fourth of the cake. “Well, if you’re serious about that?” he’d almost taunted. And so, Frank had kneeled behind Gerard and they both got to work, Frank on working Gerard and Gerard on eating- no, actually finishing the cake. Even if he’d pulled a face after and complained that he was too full.
But all that was months ago. Gerard no longer needs to be prompted to eat. All he needs is food and Frank to be around along with his refractory period to be over. Okay, that is a little exaggerated. But still, he’s taken to Frank pleasuring him during snacks very well. While Mikey was (fortunately) blissfully unaware, it had gotten to a point on tour that Frank was certain even Ray realized what was up. Or at least something very close to what actually was up.
Gerard snacks and eats a lot these days, not only enjoying getting several orgasms a day, but enjoying being teased past his ability not to climax. And it shows. Frank can’t deny it. And neither can Gerard, even though his relationship with his food and his body is genuinely much healthier now and he doesn’t seem to mind. But he really can’t wiggle into the jeans from the video anymore. In fact, he can’t even wiggle into the jeans he’d worn at the end of the tour, despite those having gone two sizes up during the time they had been touring.
Gerard is softer than Frank has ever seen him. In fact, according to Mikey, he’s softer than he’s ever been. It’s gotten to a point where Gerard now eats in a reclining chair, plate balancing on his chest, just so his erection can be comfortably reached between his plush thighs and his soft, swollen tummy.
Not that Gerard seems to mind in the least anymore. At least, not judging by his big grin as he walks into the room carrying a tub of ice-cream. He’s already wearing only his hoodie, his dick already half-hard in anticipation.
“Again?” Frank asks. Gerard had finished a pizza barely an hour ago and his lunch had been an entire fried chicken bucket. Not to mention the bar of chocolate and the bag of crisps he’s had between those.
“Frankie,” Gerard only whines in response. Which is somewhat of a new development. He’d started it some days ago when he’d failed to button up his current- well, previous- size of pants and Frank had suggested maybe they go a little slower on the whole food-pleasure thing. Just to watch out for Gerard’s health, really. Frank enjoys working Gerard, he enjoys the noises Gerard produces, the pleasured moans, the relieved sighs, his smacking and slurping. He loves the expression on Gerard’s face or the fact that Gerard isn’t worried about his weight anymore but rather will go unabashedly shopping for new clothes when he can’t button up anymore.
And Frank loves this too, even if Frank probably shouldn’t reward whiny behaviour. He can’t help it. Knowing that Gerard wants him- needs him- around to get his groove on does things to Frank too. Honestly, Gerard could probably bring home with shawarma at 3AM and whine Frank awake wanting a blowjob and Frank would oblige happily. Although obviously he tries not to let Gerard know. And probably just as obviously he fails not to Gerard know, judging by the way Gerard’s whine loses intensity and turns into a smirk as soon as Frank stands up and begins walking to Gerard’s eating chair. Sure, this shit may have started with Frank playing Gerard to trick him into liking food, it’s clearly ended with Gerard tricking Frank into pleasuring him several times a day instead.