The Coffee Shop

I gazed at my computer screen.

"Three more hours" I said to myself as I kept on staring.

"Yes, but thirty more minutes until we close" Lynsey, the waitress, reminded me.

"Can I stay until you leave?" I begged, giving her my best puppy dog eyes. Lynsey was always the last to leave so that gave me an extra thirty minutes as she takes as long as she wants closing the shop down and making sure everything will be perfect for the following day.

"Fine, but tomorrow Tommy's closing down because I have a presentation to give" Lynsey started, but didn't wait for me to say anything for her to go on, "I'm going to get my art in an awesome local art show and it's going to be so awesome!"

"Well i'm glad you're following your dreams, babe" I said drowsily, but Lynsey didn't take the tone of my voice seriously. I was always tired.

"Thank you" Lynsey sing-sang, "How about your dreams? Bossing people around isn't going to get you anywhere"

"Well I'm at the point of my life where I don't give two shits about dreams, I just work to get money so I can pay for my needs. Hell, I could work at McDonalds as long as it payed enough" I stated, thinking about who else I could put on Thursday. Maybe Mikey, just to mess with him.

"Well maybe someday you'll change" Lynsey sighed, walking back behind the counter.

"Maybe someday you'll get married" I joked, even though it came out harsher than I intended.

I looked over to my screen again, there's literally nothing else I need to do...on the schedules page. Now I need to update the dress code. I don't think the CEO intended for all the women employees to dress like strippers.

I eyes directed over to the door as I saw a strange drunk (fucking beautiful) man walk in, looking about ready to tip over. Until just now, I was the only customer in the store. "Coffee"

"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave..." Tommy, the manager's assistant, started reciting the stupid line they have to say when someone who's drunk walks in. I think they should help them, not leave them lost on the streets, not being able to get home.

"Tommy, shut up!" I interrupted, walking over to the drunk guy. "This guy wants a drink of coffee, get him one god dammit!"

"I will kick you out too, Gerard" Tommy threatened.

"Not when I'm taking him home" Lynsey lied, trying to save my ass.

"Fine! What the hell do you want?" Tommy asked, going back behind the counter while Lynsey snickered away.

"Coffee motherfucker!" The guy said, his voice singing "motherfucker" as high as it can go.

It was hard not to laugh at the drunk man when he did that, unless you were Tommy, of course.

"Don't do that!" Tommy snapped. "What kind?"

"Black, like yo momma" The drunk guy sassed.

"One, no racism in the shop, and two, i'm not black" Tommy snarled.

The strange guy laughed hysterically at Tommy, pointing at him and stomping his foot.

"What's your name?" I asked, my arm around the guy so he wouldn't fall.

"Frank Iero" The guy replied.

I froze. It couldn't be. The guy I had a crush on in highschool? I smiled at him before replying, "I'm Gerard Way"

"I had a crush on a guy named Gerard Way in highschool!" Frank smiled drunkenly at me. "You look just like him, except with red hair"

"I am him, except with red hair" I explained. "I dyed it"

"Wanna fuck?" Frank blurted out.

Tommy and Lynsey looked over at Frank when he said that. He said that way too loud. I shook my head no as a cover, hoping he could read my eyes. Frank giggled "okay" before yelling "Your stupid!"

Tommy walked over and handed Frank his coffee. "He's not stupid; he's straight"

Frank glared at him before taking his freshly brewed hot coffee and throwing it at Tommy from behind. "Fuck you Tommy!"

I put the money for the coffee on the table before I scooped up the immobile Frank and ran out of the coffee shop. I could only imagine the burns Tommy just encountered. I could hear him screaming from inside, unless he was overreacting. I ran into my car and put Frank into the passenger seat, before driving off to my place.

"Fuck?" Frank asked.

"Are you reacting about what you just did or are you asking to penetrate me in the ass?" I thought aloud, giving Frank a smirk.

"Nobody likes that Tommy guy so figure it out for yourself" Frank laughed.

"Should we have talked a little more then just deciding to fuck each other right away?" I wondered aloud again.

"No, I like how we're going" Frank giggled. "and what we're going to do"

I gave him a poker face as I shook my head. This was going to be a long night.



As we got back to my place, a small apartment two blocks away from the coffee shop, Frank was silent. He was either thinking or going to do something I didn't like. The more I thought of how we were about to have sex, the more I disagreed to it. I was about to take advantage of my drunk high school crush. I couldn't do this. I can't do this.

"Frank" I stopped him in front of my apartment door. "You're drunk. You know you're going to regret this in the morning"

"You're right." Frank smiled. "Then can I crash here for the night? I can't drive"

"Fine" I agreed, opening the door and letting Frank in. I followed in after, turning around to close the door. When I turned back around, Frank was gone. Did I just invite a serial killer in my house?

"Gerard!" Frank called from my bedroom, "Help!"

I walked over to my bedroom, pushing the door open to see Frank rummaging through my drawers. How had he unlocked my special drawer? It's always locked.

"Frank!" I complained, "NO."

"You're so kinky, you know that?" Frank winked at me as he held up the pair of plain black handcuffs I never used but kept in the "special" drawer.

"Stop." I demanded.

Frank gave me a creepy,crooked smile as he jumped on top of me, tackling me to the floor. He pinned my arms behind my back and handcuffed them before flipping my back around.

"Frank..." I moaned as he slightly rubbing his hand over my crotch area. I could feel my erection growing.

"Get on the bed, tiger" Frank demanded, as I followed. I still feel horrible for going along with this, but it can't get too bad, can it?

I sat on the bed as Frank climbed on top of me, his eyes full of lust. He collided his lips with mine, as when he entered my mouth he had dominance. He started making small, succulent kisses down my neck, sucking on one spot too long and hard. That will for sure leave a hickey. He then got off me, left the room, and came back with scissors.

"Let's get that shirt off" Frank smiled, cutting the middle of my shirt, and my two sleeves. Good thing I chose today to wear a plain black shirt.

He ripped each part of my shirt off before quickly making kiss trails down my torso. He then kissed back up my torso, telling me he didn't want to miss a spot. He then came back up to my neck area, but started sucking on my collarbone; my sweet spot. I moaned as he then moved his head in front of my crotch, ready to take my pants off. He unzipped my pants and took out my painful erection, rubbing up and down the shaft slowly. He then brought his mouth at the tip, and started teasing his tongue on the slit. I started bucking my hips slightly, trying not to stop Frank from furthering on. He then smirked at me before he took my whole length in his mouth and bobbed his head back and forward. I thought his throat should be burning, unless he had a very good gag reflex. He would lowered my hands to hold onto his hair, but my hands were behind my back and cuffed, so poor Frank had hair in his face.

As Frank noticed my pre-cum, he took his mouth off and started undressing. I moaned, frustrated, but waited for him to undress fully. He then climbed back on top of me, and stuck his pointer and middle fingers in my mouth. I sucked and made sure they were wet before he rubbed my spit all over my penis. Then he outlined his entrance, before slowly sliding down on my leaking erection. Frank started going up and down, placing his two hands on my chest, since I couldn't really hold him still. He kept going and going, until I felt ready to come.

"Frank, I...I, think I'm-" I said as I released myself inside him. "sorry...I couldn't keep it in much l-longer"

"That's fine beautiful" Frank smiled , reaching his arms underneath me and unlocking my handcuffs. "Ready to take it? Or do you need some lube and preparing?"

"Lube and preparing" I said shyly, as I wasn't as tough as Frank.

Frank giggled as he grabbed the lube, and came over to me, already turned over.

He then took one lubed up finger and started to tease my entrance. I moaned softly, but gasped when he slid it in there so fast. He started fingering me for a few seconds before he added the second finger, which he didn't warn me about.

"Frank!" I gasped, as he started fingering me fast.

Frank only giggled in response as he took the two fingers out and lubed his erection. Then he told me to close me eyes and count to three, at least he was preparing me this time.

"One, two, three" I counted, although Frank didn't do anything.

I could hear Frank holding in his laughter.

"Fra-annnnnk!" I cried out, realizing Frank only did that to hear me scream his name. That was quite clever honesty. He didn't take his precious time as he started bucking his hips at a fast speed to begin with. He then held on to the back of my hair, moaning each time he backed out. I moaned along, mentally noting that if we ever did this again that I should be prepared for his roughness. This went on for a few minutes before he claimed he was about to come.

"Gerard, I-" Was all he said before I felt warm liquid inside me. He then backed out and laid next to me , looking into my eyes.

"Gerard," Frank yawned, "I need to tell you something before I forget in the morning"

I had forgotten he was drunk.

"What is it?" I asked, covering us both in the covers, he nuzzled his head into my neck and wrapped his arms around me.

"We met today on purpose" Frank smiled. "I arranged it"

"What?" I asked, confused if he meant this.

"I was never drunk" Frank laughed, dozing off.

Notes

Thank you for reading! This is just a one-shot. Sorry if it isn't great I wrote this in social studies. lololol anyways, bye! more one-shots and stories to come! (no pun intended)