GERARD'S P.O.V

We walked out of the apartment together, our hands intertwined.

Last night had been the best night ever. I fucked a guy that I was unbelievably in to and we slept together. I was in heaven as we walked down the stairs.

"So...are we...y'know...a couple?" I asked as we stepped out the front door of Frankie's apartment building.

"Well...I was thinking about that...I don't want Drew finding out because he might not give me the extra money and you the raise..." Frank sighed, looked up at me.

"You don't have to do this for me if you don't want Drew fucking you...he's juts using you to get satisfaction from having on hand down his goddamn pants."

"I know I don't have to, but I want to Gee. Until you can get back on your feet again with another job." He smiled, stopping and turning towards me. He rolled up onto his tip toes and locked his lips into mine.

When I pulled away there were people staring. That's when I shot them my 'fuck you' smile and they went on their way.

We walked through the slushy streets until we reached my apartment parking lot, just a few blocks from the dinner Frank worked at.

"I'll see you at the bar?" He asked, taking both my hands in his.

"Of course. I can't afford not to show up." I chuckled before leaning down and kissing him gently on the lips.

He smiled back when he pulled away and let go of my hands before turning around and walked down the side walk.

Goddamn it did he has a nice ass... But it probably hurt like hell for him to walk.

Smirking to myself I made my way through the parking lot and into the building where I stepped into the elevator.

***

I looked up with a sore neck; I had just spent the last few hours remaking Frankie's perfect face.

I don't even know why, but I've been obsessed with drawing him in any way I can. It was addicting to see him sketched in graphite on paper. Though there was something I could never get right and I can't place what it is.

I looked down at the paper once more; his fringe came down and curled right by his left eye like it always did. His black and white orbs shimmered with fake glares and his mouth was pulled open slightly, exposing his white teeth.

I finished it with signing my name in the bottom left corner before closing my book and pulling myself up from my desk chair.

Stretching as I walked I shuffled into the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling the pizza box out from the top shelf. I flipped the top back and grabbed a slice, folding it in half and shoving most of into my mouth.

I walked into the living room and plopped down onto the couch and grabbed the remote, flipping in the TV to be met with a paid program for the Shark steam cleaner.

I quickly began flipping through the channels before I stopped on a crappy movie on Sci-Fy.

***

My dream startles me awake as I look around the living room. The pizza box had fallen to the space next to me and the TV was casting shadowy-lights across the dark room.

I switched my phone on to see that I was about to be late for work, and I couldn't let that happen.

I ran back to my room and grabbed my extra apron (seeing as I had left my other at Frank's) and my jacket before flying out the door and down the stairs.

I rushed out the door and onto the sidewalk where I had to push my way through waves of stupid people. I was lucky I had on my combat boots because otherwise I would be on my ass instead of my feet in the icy slush.

I ran down blocked of street standing between my apartment and the bar before I rounded the corner and flew down the hill leading to the back of the building.

I threw myself through the doorway and back into the staff room right on the dot.

"Wow, just in time Gerard." Denis chuckled, rolling a pair of lacy black stockings up his legs.

I weakly smiled back and wrapped my apron around my waist.

"Gimme a hand?"

"Sure, kid." he said, motioning for me to come over to him. I complied and walked over before turning around and handing him the strings.

"So, what's going on between you and Frankie...you two like a thing or anything?" Denis questioned. He had always been nosy.

"Well..." I started..."Oh never mind." I slightly smiled, turning around to face him.

"No, none of that. C'mon Gee spill."

"Alright...well we kinda...did it..last night. Like it was the best sex I had ever had...And I think we kinda silently agreed that we are a but Frankie doesn't Drew knowing about it...for...unrelated reasons."

Little did me and my big fucking mouth know was that Drew was standing right outside the door way, listening to everything I had just said.

"Wow..that's great man. Tell him I'm happy for you guys." Denis smiled, patting my on the shoulder.

"Will do." I grinned before walking out of the room and behind the bar where there were already wasted people waiting for me.

***

I was on my break and Frank had just finished preforming a few songs and the crowd was riled up for the second part of him nightly performance.

I was sitting back in the staff room smoking a cigarette when Frank walked in, half dressed in the same costume as last night.

"Hey good lookin'. You wanna help me lace up?" He purred, walking over to me and swaying his hips in a sweet way that was nearly driving me mad.

"Get you're fine ass over here." I smirked. He complied and turned around in front of me. I took the ribbon of the corset laces in my land and began at the bottom, tightening them all the way to the top where I finished off in a little bow.

Frankie stepped away from my and unfolded the panties he had in his hand, bending down and pulling them up his fishnet-covered legs until they rested tightly on his hips.

"Are you wearing heels again?" I asked, looking for any shoes.

"No, they were too painful. So I took a pair of studded combat boots." He smirked, walking over and grabbing them from the bench. He sat down and began lacing them up.

When he stood up I couldn't help but look him over. He looked so authoritative in this costume and I'm not gonna lie, I was getting very turned on very quickly.

"You likin' what you see?" He asked, striding slowly back over to me. I quickly nodded, a smirk pulling at the corners of my lips.

Frankie stopped in front of me before throwing on leg up and draping it across my lap, both of his hands cupping my face. He pulled me down and smashed him lips into mine with sloppy grace.

When he was happy he pushed me away from himself before dropping his leg back to the ground and strutting away, his hips swaying back and forth as he walked down the hall and disappeared back stage.

***

My shift had ended early seeing as it was a Saturday night. I went back into the staff room and untied my apron, slipping my tips into my pocket and throwing it into my locker before grabbing my jacket and slamming the door.

I slipped in on and was about to walk out the back door to smoke when I heard a loud crash come from the end of the hall...

From Drew's office...

"Frankie." I whispered to myself before running down the corridor. I reached the door and tried top open it but the lock was separating me on the outside from Frank and Drew on the inside.

I heard another crash and a hurt groan coming from Frank.

I pressed my ear to the door just to heard Drew screaming.

"You're going to pay for being with Gerard you little bitch! You are mine now!" Drew growled before I heard a sharp smack and a loud yelp from Frankie.

Notes

So this may be my last solid update for about a week.

Tomorrow I start my day camp which goes until Saturday.

Now I know it's a day camp and I'll be getting home at like 3 in the afternoon but it's a show choir camp meaning I have to learn choreography the majority of the day and it's tiring as fuck. So the minute I get home I'm probably gonna crash and yeah.

So I may not update until Saturday afternoon or Sunday idk...

And it goes for all my stories, not just this one.

So yeah, sorry but not sorry.

~DetonationKid~