-Frank's POV-


Gerard was grinning like a maniac, clearly excited, as I hopped in the passenger's side. Rightfully so, I was doing the same. A day of waiting can really make a person anxious for a date and now it's finally here. The feeling was very surreal for me. It was pretty dark outside now, the city's light illuminated the sky. It was silent for the first few minutes and it was killing me. All this excitement and no talking?! Nope, couldn't take it, but what to say? Once we were on the highway heading downtown, I struck up a conversation.


"What the hell made you get red?" Oh nice Frank. I hadn't meant it in a bad way-I loved this colour and style! Gerard laughed a little.


"Well, I love dyeing my hair different colours. I used to get it done a lot or at least restyled. It's been five years since... uh, since the last time I got it done. It was time for a change," he explained. I caught his falter though. What happened 5 years ago? "I've been wanting this for a while and after you left, I went to get groceries and my barber was nearby. Managed to get in without an appointment, got it done real quick and was out around 3. Kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing." Gerard used his hands to talk. He kept making some odd, random motions in the air that really didn't mean anything, but it made me smile.


"It looks amazing, I really love it," I stressed to him. He looked hot as fuuuck. He smiled over at me before returning his eyes to the road. I couldn't help but sneak peeks at him from the corner of my eye during the entire drive. The brightness of his hair drew my attention right to it. 'Well at least I won't lose him in the club. Even if I do, you could see hair like that a mile away. I'd easily find him.' It wasn't long before we were pulling up to the entrance to Skylines (the club). The name glowed a fluorescent white, giving it a classy look. There was already a short line waiting outside and almost no parking spaces. We pulled in as another car was leaving, taking his spot. It was pretty close to the front, luckily. We got out, and in the distance, I could see James Dewees, a friend I met through Ray, letting people in. We were pretty tight buddies, so I knew it wouldn't be a problem. He caught sight of me and bellowed out a friendly "IERO!!" I ran up to him, Gerard following closely behind me, and grabbed his hand and patted him on the back. Whatever you call that manly hug thing, it's what we did.

"Bro, haven't seen you in months. Who's this-" he asking politely, pointing to Gerard-"and where's Toro? Haven't seen him in a while either."

"Hey James, this is Gerard Way, new friend of mine. Toro's at home, or with his new girlfriend. Can you believe it?"


"No way! Our Ray Toro? Got a girlfriend? Damn, kid grew up fast. Crazy times we live in. Nice meetin' ya Gerard. Y'all get in there and start buying my alcohol!" I laughed and we both said quick byes. We started walking off when James grabbed me by the collar. He lowered his voice a little, "Might wanna keep an eye on that one or you'll be walkin' home alone tonight." He let go with a grin on his face and a waggle of his eyebrows, motioning me back to Gerard. 'What the hell did he mean by that?' I soon got my answer.


We walked down a small hallway before it opened up into an enormous room, completely packed with partiers. Short skirts, bowties and boobs were the only things I could see. Up near the front a band named Payale Royale was playing, a light show dancing over the walls and over the crowd to the beat of their songs. The stereos were blasting. You could feel the bass vibrating through your whole body- I was loving this and so was Gerard. An infectious grin was plastered all over his face, his features lit up. His bright red hair was practically radiating in this atmosphere, which made him look incredibly sexy. We pushed our way through the crowd, getting closer to the band. As we walked I noticed heads turning our way. Guys were grabbing at their girlfriends, pulling them close. The fuck? It's not like we looked like terrorists, Jesus. We were just two guys in a club, big deal. I grabbed Gerard's hand and led the way a little closer to the front. Everywhere I could see people jamming out, jumping around or dancing with friends. It was like a tame mosh pit in there. Again, girls kept looking at us. The stares were making me really uncomfortable. I'm self conscious, cut me some slack. We listened to a song called Get Higher, which I really liked. How had I not heard of this group before? They were awesome! The lead singer was pretty attractive, but no comparison to the sexy beast I was holding hands with.


"You wanna go get drinks?" I yelled over the music. Vodka was sounding pretty good right now. Gerard enthusiastically nodded to me and I laughed before leading him to the left side and up a few stairs to where the bar was. A girl with a spiky, skin- tight top a few sizes too small and shorts that stopped right under her butt was the bartender. 'This should be interesting...' She was in the middle of flirting with a drunken customer when she caught sight of us. We took a seat at the other end and were debating what we wanted when she took a double take. Her eyes bulged and she left the wasted man in the dust, practically running over to our section. As she neared I noticed her black hair had been dyed a metallic purple at the tips and she had piercings lining up the shell of her ears. Correction: she did not run over to us, she ran over to Gerard. She leaned over on the bar right in front of him, forearms pushing up her fake boobs to make them about level with his face. Her top was low enough before, but now... yikes. I was about to slap this hoe and tell her to put some damn clothes on. Gerard looked about the same. Pssh, has she never seen gorgeous guys before? Geez. I'm not jealous of her or anything, but lord, has she no restraint?


"Hey babe, I'm Carli. Can I uh, get you something? What's your name sweetheart, I didn't catch it," she giggled. I had to refrain from rolling my eyes. Not like she'd see, she refused to spare me a glance and kept her full attention on Gerard. Bitch. But I'm not jealous.


Gerard tried to be polite, "It's Gerard, and 2 Smirnoffs please." She seemed a little confused that he hadn't jumped at her invitation to flirt. What had she expected? He laid two twenties on the bar, which she snatched off the table in a hurry, shoving it down her bra. Tramp.

"Aww, Gee-" Yeah I stressed the nickname to where she could hear "-you don't have to buy it for me."


"Nah Frankie, it's cool. You get whatever you want." He's so sweet. I wish he'd keep this up so we could piss that slutty bartender off.


"Here you go Gerard," she set two icy bottles in front of us. You could see the vapor floating out. "Anything else I can get ya?" she tried asking seductively, batting her fake eyelashes. He responded with a sharp "no thanks" and her smile faltered, but she quickly fixed it. "Well, anything at all, you just let me know." She turned around back to the drunk guy who was half asleep now, strutting her way to the other side. She cleaned up around him, leaning over and glancing over at Gerard with an innocent grin and giggle. Kill me. Her I was starting to get really pissed, mainly because he was looking at her. I took a swig of the vodka and winced a bit. It's been a while since I've had any alcohol, but this tasted delicious. I took another drink and looked over at Gerard, who was still beaming at the sluttish girl bent over the counter "cleaning it up". Riiight. Grrr, I need more alcohal.


"Oi, Carli, a shot of tequila please," I growled as nicely as possible. She turned to Gerard for permission, and he nodded to her.


"Yeah make that two," he added. Her face brightened when he spoke and grabbed a bottle from the shelf along with two shot glasses. She handed us the booze and I passed her a twenty dollar note. She hesitantly took it, like it'd been poisoned or something. Gerard and I threw my heads back in unison and drained it down in one gulp. Everything clicked-all the staring and agape mouths and clutching to significant others. It had never been about us. It had been about Gerard. They weren't disgusted or inquisitive looks, absolutely not. Of course not. They had been desirous. Yeah, I know he's a drop dead gorgeous sexy little fucker but he was my drop dead gorgeous sexy little fucker. And I intended to make that known. Alright so I'm fucking jealous as hell.


The bartender turned around and was about to say something when I grabbed Gerard by his jacket collar and planted a bone crushing kiss to his lips. It took him no time at all to respond, pressing back into my mouth and snaking his hands around my waist. Carli better have gotten the goddamn point. I pulled away and shot her a 'he's mine' glare. He is. Her mouth was wide open and it took her a while to glare back at me. "Ugh, I knew you were gay," she huffed, "but Gerard?" she turned her attention to him with a look of disbelief.


"Yeah, I sure am, and you sure are a whore," Gerard smirked over at her. He grabbed my neck, pulling me over for a quick peck, and we left the bar, drinks in hand. Once we got back to the main floor, out of earshot, I smiled shyly over at Gerard.


"Thank you. You're the best, you know that. You could've easily taken her home, ya know..." I grabbed his hand, trying to get his pity.


"Oh please, like I'd bang a walking STD like her. Nope, I like challenges anyway." He pulled me under his arm and leaned down next to my ear. "Danger, thrills. I like excitement," he breathed against me. I could feel the heat of the vodka on his breath, turning me on.


"I'll keep that in mind," I smiled, biting down on my lip as he pressed a hot kiss under my ear. He pulled away much too soon for my liking, but started dragging me back to the stage area. Payale Royale was finishing up their encore and thanked everyone for coming out tonight. Hollers and screams of approval erupted from the audience. Apparently everyone had really enjoyed them. A few other girls were flocking to Gerard, mostly in tight dresses and miniskirts, but Gerard dismissed their advances. It usually ended with him grabbing my hand and giving them a look, which sent them away with disgusted expressions, or he'd ignore them til someone else caught their eye. Desperate little bitches.


There was one girl, however, with a neon yellow dress that stopped at her knees who tried hitting on me. She had beach blonde hair and was pretty skinny and tan. She did the usual 'Hi I'm ___ and think you're super cute' pick up and danced near me. I found her ignorance funny-she was probably 25 or older, I was only 17 and I doubted she knew she was hitting on a minor. It was really awkward when she tried to push herself onto me. I looked over at Gerard who was blatantly glaring daggers at her. 'Hmm, jealous? He'll know how I felt now,' I wasn't letting her rub down my legs out of spite, I was just being playful and wanted his attention. He wanted a challenge didn't he? I downed the rest of my drink and rubbed back, just barely to where he could see. There was space between us, nothing too raunchy at all, but it clearly did not make him happy. Mission accomplished.


His hands jerked my hips away from her and slammed them into his, rubbing right on my ass. I dramatically gasped like I was actually surprised at his notion. He seemed to be pleased with it. Uhhhoh God his dick felt amazing. The girl turned around, slightly shocked at the missing contact, but then shot me a thumbs up and moved onto the next guy. I mentally thanked her for being so accepting, unlike the other women I've run into tonight, and went back to the matter at hand. Well, at ass. I gyrated onto his crotch in a circular motion, groaning in delight at this very dirty dancing. Slight pressure was being pressed on my butt. More and more was added as I continued my movements. His hands were now under my shirt, teasing the skin underneath and he bucked hard into me. This went on for a few more precious minutes. I stroked his hands and sides, encouraging him to continue. He nibbled on my ear, whispering into it. "You are mine. Don't you dare forget it. I'll make you pay for that stunt Iero," he hissed before licking shell of my ear and tugging on it.

"I would never dare to forget and I can't wait," I groaned back. A triumphant smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth. Not only was I definitely his now, I could tell that the 'pressure' was his hard-on, which felt extremely large. I was feeling my own coming on. Tension coiled in my stomach getting tighter and tighter as we continued this amorous display. I was slightly tipsy from the drink and fully drunk on lust. "You wanna go back to your place?" I moaned out. His rubbing stopped and I could just feel the victorious smirk spread across his darkened face.


"Well I certainly didn't spend all that time grinding on you for nothing," he joked. I chuckled a little and he tugged me through the crowd to the back door, kissing me heatedly as we went. We could barely keep our hands off each other. At one point he grabbed my ass roughly and I growled at him, then I dove for his obvious problem as payback. He slapped my hand away, shoving me towards the door. "Save it for later, sweetheart, I'll make it worth the wait." I turned around and pouted, crossing my arms and refusing to move. He playfully rolled his eyes rubbed off the pout with an open mouth kiss. We stopped our frantic escape and stood there for a second. My hands went to his hair, his to my hips. He shoved his tongue into my mouth without warning and I groaned, yanking his hair. It was his turn to groan now. He let out little "uhs" when I tried fighting back with my tongue or when I pulled his hair. They were giving me mini eargasms. He shoved me roughly against the wall, his hands groping my thighs and ass, then tugging at my beltloops. He moved his mouth from mine and down my throat, not bothering to restrain on his coarse biting.

"You're-" Kiss "-all-" Bite "-mine." he panted. We must've looked like two of the horniest teenagers in there. I certainly was feeling pretty hot under my collar. He slipped a few of his fingers under my waistband, teasing my sensitive, ticklish skin. It sent so many chills over me, I involuntarily bucked against him and he smirked against my neck. He slowly started grinding again, this time on right on my throbbing cock. My eyes rolled back and my head hit the wall. I tried the whole 'breathing' thing that most humans are capable of, but it just wasn't working for me right then.

"Juhraard!" I moaned, still trying to grasp for what little oxygen there was around us. The air felt thick and hot. My knees were feeling a little weak. God I could've dropped to my knees right then and su-

"Oi Frank! Frank, is that you?" Oh fucking shit.

Notes

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