Alternative Treatment?

Gerard had sparked some conversation about some band or something, but I was paying like hell any attention. Instead, I kind of glared at the waiter asking for our order. It's not like the guy did anything wrong, but he was wearing a boa. A goddam boa for hell's sake.

Gerard noticed I wasn't listening and grinned widely. "You want it, don't you?" His brows raised and lowered like he was hinting something, and when he was done, Gerard crept his face a bit closer to mine. "You want the boa."

I scoffed. "What the..." I stopped and facepalmed. He thought I wanted to wear that thing. "No, Gerard."

"Um, I'm pretty sure you want it. I can see it in your eyes." At that point, I knew exactly what he was doing. Gerard wanted the boa all for himself. I asked myself why, but I couldn't find an answer. He was such a goddam puzzle.

"Okay, I'll ask for it," I waited for the waiter to come back, and he started to ask for our drinks. "Er, two waters. Eh, buddy," I spoke up, in sort of a business-like voice. I calmed it to a whisper so Gerard couldn't hear. "Get me all the boas you got stocked in whatever fucking warehouse is behind this place."

The waiter ran a hand through his dark hair, wondering how to respond. I read his nametag, just like I did with old Vic. "Come on, Jeremy. Can you do that for me?"

He looked at me like I was joking, he didn't believe a word I said. I didn't blame him. I mean, if I were in his place and some pierced stranger with an older gentleman were asking for all the goddam boas, I wouldn't believe me either.

"You're strange." That was all he could say.

"I am. Now get me all those boas..." I whispered.

Our waters came, and Gerard stirred his drink with his straw carefully before looking at me. "What were you and that waiter boy talking about?"

"Your hair," I blurted out. Boas are surprises, I can't just spoil them like that.

"What about my hair, Frank?" he seemed really interested. Not the kind of 'interested' that meant he really wants to know what you said about his hair, but more like the kind of 'interested' that meant he wanted to know what the hell you were hiding.

"You know, the fact that you'd look great in every color," I shrugged innocently. "Maybe you could keep it longer or shorter."

"I had it long once, but I got it cut off cause of redemption and prison and stuff," Gerard grinned lightly. "Why did you discuss my hair to a waiter?"

"He said you were a handsome teenager and I had to tell him you were just a man who looked to good to be of your age but then he asked how your hair looked so good and I told him that I didn't know, but it sure as hell looked amazing and he just looked at me like I was hiding something from him but I am sure as hell that..." I rambled. I really wanted this to be a surprise.

"Hm. Oh here he comes now..." Gerard smiled brightly to Jeremy. "Hi sir, I'm sorry but I'm taken by a beautiful man and his name is Frankie."

He had a bucket of boas with him and he literally chucked them at Gerard. I laughed real hard. "Gee!"

"What am I going to do with all these boas?" he questioned, wrapping them loose around his neck and some around mine.

"How do we look?"

"Flaming. But that's okay," he shot me a seductive look. It killed me, it really did.

Notes

och I forgot to say that the ice cream guy Vic in the story was from PTV and the Jeremy is from ADTR c: