GERARD'S P.O.V

After my shift I stormed out of the club like no tomorrow and outside into the cold January weather. And I was pissed off.

When I was done preforming and was back behind the bar I watched Drew call Frank back into his office and, being the nosy shit I am, I followed.

I ducked into the bathroom and waited until they had the door closed before I ran down the hall and kneeled down, pressing my ear to the fake wood. That's when I heard the lock click over.

What the fuck? Drew never locked the door...

I listened closely, but everything was muffled so I could only make out every few words to try and piece them together in an out-of-context cluster fuck. I only heard one full sentence and that was from Frank.

"Yeah, I know. Gerard wasn't supposed to be on stage but he couldn't help that his old boss was a total asshole and he just needs to make more money!" Frank screamed at Drew. Good for him standing up to him, nobody ever did that.

"Frank, I'm not...Gerard a raise....do anything...change my mind!" I heard Drew shout back . Then things got quiet....too quiet...

"You can't..." I heard Drew start before he was interrupted...

"I can.." I heard Frankie mumble before the gentle stomping of his boots made their way across the floor before I heard Drew's old desk chair squeak like it would if someone was sitting down.

"...if I do this?..." Frank purred in a husky voice before I hear a light gasp and soft moans coming from one of the men...

What the literal fuck was going on behind that door?

"...by a little..." Drew muttered, sounding out of breath.

"You know you can do more...for me." the employee purred

"..you do for me?" gasped Drew, his voice hitched by a whimper. That's the last if the conversation I hear before Drew starts panting and groaning softly.

Before long I heard Frank's footsteps again and then someone rummaging through a tub. I could hear the sequence from the costumes rattling as someone shifted through it.

What is going on?....

"Remember, don't tell Gerard I'm doing this either, or no more Frankie for you." I could hear Frank's smirk through his words as the doorknob started clicking.

Shit

I jump up and take off in a dead sprint for the bathroom 100 feet away. I throw myself into the closest stall and lock it, trying to keep my heavy breaths silenced.

That's when my heart jumps as i hear the familiar boots stepping along the tile floor and then the stall door next to me closes.

I'm tall enough to just see over the dividing wall where I'm met by Frankie's blonde and black hair as he crouches down.

I wait in the cubicle just listening, trying to figure out what is going on in the stall next to me. That's when I hear the clicking of women's heals across the linoleum floor. I glance under the door to catch glimpse of black, fishnet leggings covering Frank's ankles in a quilt work of thread.

What the actual fuck is going on? He's not going to do what I think he's going to do...is he?...

He pauses right in front of my door before walking out of the bathroom, clicking the whole way.

I quickly leave my stall where and go into the other one where I find a bag hidden behind the toilet with Frank's clothes in it. I pull out his jeans and search through his pockets, trying to find his keys. When my fingertips finally brush across the cool metal I pull them into my hand and file through them.

I finally find two keys that are exactly the same and they both have 3-B written on them in Sharpie. I smile to myself and take one off of the ring, slipping it into my pocket.

I also fish out his phone, hoping he thinks like me.

I unlock it and immediately go into his notes. The only file in the application is titled 'ADDRESS'

"Bingo." I whisper, clicking on it and opening the file. I set his phone on the back of the toilet and pull a pen from my apron along with a scrap of paper. I copy down his address and turn his phone off, slipping it back into its correct pocket and folding up his jeans, placing them back in the bag.

I smile to myself as my plan hatches in my mind before leaving the bathroom and going back to my place behind the bar.

Going down to my end I pull out a broken stool from under the shelf and plop myself down to watch Denis do his thing.

That's when I noticed someone standing over my the doorway that leads onto the stage. I looked down his legs to see the fishnet and shinny high heals.

Frank?

What the fuck is going on?

Why is he?....

"Alright you all know my lovely friend Frank. He just started here and n ow it looks like he's about to preform the encore you guys wanted!" Denis started into the mic, pushing Frankie into the spot light.

I had to admit that he looked adorable because he looks extremely nervous and shy as a light blush was gracing his cheeks.

That's when Denis turned to him and they were at an angle where I was catching the side view of their bodies. I watched in horror as Denis shoved his hand down the front of Frank's satin panties and stared moving his hand back and forth. I realized when was happening when Frank yelped out a moan before Denis pulled back and walked back over to his own part of the stage.

After that, Frank's whole presence changed as he turn and jumped up on the other pole, spinning around and making himself look like a complete....

Stripper

I kept watching, because frankly I couldn't take my eyes off of him, as he kept looking over to me, smirking and winking as he twisted and danced.

I will admit I was getting very very turned on by all of this but it was being pushed down by an unknown anger that was bubbling up. Jealousy was also thrown into the deadly mix as I watched the men in the audience grabbing at his ass and crotch when he moved into arms reach.

That's when it all faded into rage as he ended. My shift had just ended and I was rushing from behind the counter. I caught glance of Frankie walking into Drew's office and again I heard the lock click. But I didn't pay mind to that. I just stormed from the bar and started walking up the sidewalk.

Trying to calm my extreme emotions I fiddle with the cigarettes in my pocket. I finally slip out out and deposit in between my lips before lighting it and taking short, quick drags. I dropped the orange butt to the snow, stomping it out as I walked by.

I was heading to Frank's apartment to wait for him and as I was walking I was just thinking about everything I had witnessed, letting the anger fester.

First I heard a poro tease between Drew and Frank which just made me want to puke. Then Denis practically raped him which also made me want to puke but I just pushed it aside and let the anger take the thoughts' place once again.

After about 3 blocks of walking I pulled the little slip of paper from my pocket.

"Ernst Apartments." I sighed, standing in the parking lot, looking from the paper to the sign. I walked in and turned to the stairs. I began climbing up the three flights until I reached the top floor.

Frankie's was the first one on the right. I fished the key from my pocket and walked up, unlocking the plain red door and pushing my way inside.

everything was dark as I locked the door behind me.

Frank would be getting home any minute so I stood by the doorway and soon enough I heard his heavy footsteps walking up to the door before the key was talking to the lock.

I held my breath as Frank walked in, turning around and closing the door behind hi. He spun back around and I took my chance and pinned him to the door my his shoulders. I watched his features go from heavy and scared to 'Gerard? What the fuck are you doing?" in no time flat.

"What the fuck was that?" I hissed, pushing harder on his shoulders.

"W-what are you talking about? Let me go!" Frank yelped, struggling under my grasp.

"Not until you tell me why the fuck you were up there dancing with Denis!"

His face went pale as a blush rushed out across his cheeks.

"I uhm....I-if you let me go....I-I'll explain..." he stammered, taking a heavy gulp down. I complied and released him from the pin and he flipped the lights on, looking at me.

"I-I...when you went in to talk to Drew about your preformance....i k-kinda....eaves dropped. And I heard that he wouldn't give you a raise..."

"Well what the fuck does that have to do with you stripping AND fooling around with Drew?!"

"Wait what? I wasn't fooling around with-" He stopped, the pink in his cheeks darkening. "I-I made a deal with Drew...th-that I can't tell you about..."

"And why's that?"

"I-I just can't okay?"

"No! Not okay! I wanna know and I wanna know now!" I shouted, crossing my arms tightly over my chest.

"Gerard...please...I just..I can't tell you.." he said before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a large stack of bills. "I want you to have these..." he whispered handing them to me.

"Why? "

"I just want to...to help you with you little money issue...I really like you and...and I don't wanna see you suffering or anything." Frank blushed once again.

I looked down at his still extended hand before slowly taking the cash. There had to be at least one hundred dollars or more in my hand. "Frank...is that why you're doing this? So you can help me out?"

He didn't answer.

"Frankie?..." I asked, cupping his chin and moving his head so he was looking up at me.

He finally nodded slightly, his face still beet-red in a blush. And that's when compassion took over and I just couldn't help myself.

I leaned in quickly, smashing out lips together in a moment of passion and rush and semi-lust. I watched his eyes shoot open and his body tense up before he slowly melted into the connection like I did. Without any warning, he licked my bottom lip in a way of asking for an invitation in. I didn't have to be asked twice as I opened my mouth slightly, letting him in to explore.

As the kiss continued, I pulled him in closer as he did the same to me until we were nearly on top of each other, never breaking our connection.

Finally,Frank pulled back, his hands still cupping my cheeks as he gasped lightly for air.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." whispered, resting my forehead on his, breathing deeply.

"Oh, I think I do." Frankie winked before rolling up on his tip-toes and pressing his lips back into mine.

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