I never told you what I do for a living

It's 10:30pm and I decide I should start getting ready. My friend Pete is dragging my to a party and even though I don't want to go, I owe it to him. He's been helping me with some pretty difficult scams. Did I mention I'm a criminal? Ever since I was a young boy I didn't get along with my parents. When I was 18 I took my first chance to move out of the house. I thought that I could make it on my own, but god I was wrong. I had spent all of my savings in a few months on my apartment. I assumed I could get a job easily but nobody would hire a pale, scrawny kid like me. Long story short, I stole one persons wallet and it has become a habit and life style of mine.
After changing into black skinnies and a grey tshirt I go to the bathroom to do my hair. When I say do my hair I mean comb it a bit and play around so it looks kind of ok-ish. When my phone beeps from the other room I go over and check it. "Heyyy geee I'm readyyy" it's from Pete. Oh god he's been drinking already.

He kisses my cheek as I climb into the passenger seat of his car. He gets very affectionate when he's drinking. Within a few minutes we are at the party and even from outside in the car I can hear the music blaring. As we step out of the car Pete pats my head and says,
"be a good boy Gerard" and runs off inside to find his friends. I take a deep breath and walk through the door, heading straight to the bar. I order a few shots. 'I need somthing to get me through the night' I think. After my shots my head is pounding and the music isn't helping. I wander around trying to find a place outside to smoke when somone shoves into me and spills beer all over my shirt. I turn to tell at the idiot who ran into me but I am instead amazed by what I see.
"shit dude I'm really sorry" apologizes a perfect man with chocolate colored hair and eyes to match.
"It's...don't....I" is all that I can get out. He giggles and says
"why don't we go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up." he takes my hand and leads me to the second floor bathroom. Before turning to me he grabs some towels from the closet.
"By the way I'm Frank Iero" he says as he attempts to rub the beer out of my shirt.
"I'm Gerard Way" I respond.
"Shit I don't think this is coming out. Here you take my shirt," he says as he peels my wet Tshirt off of me. I shiver as the cold air hits me but hat quickly get hot as I see Frank taking off his shirt. But that good feeling quickly turns to panic as I feel my self getting hard, and through my skinny jeans it's not very hard too tell. Frank notices too and stares in surprise. Yeah, this is awkward.

Notes

Hey this is my first fan fic ever! Please tell me hat you think and I'm sorry if its terrible :)