Frank scowled over at his best friend, Ray, who was sitting in the drivers seat with a smirk on his face.

"A strip club? Are you serious?" Frank asked, a horrified expression on his face. Ray just laughed, shut the car off, and got out.

"Either you come in, or you walk home." Ray said, the same smirk still on his face. Frank rolled his eyes, pulled his car door open and followed Ray to the front door. Once inside they were bombarded with lights and the unmistakable smell of alcohol. There were people everywhere, well, there were guys everywhere. Franks eyes widened a bit and he grabbed Rays arm.

"You..You brought me to a gay bar?" He asked, exasperated. It's not that he wasn't gay, because he was, but really? Wasn't this a little bit to far? Ray knew how much Frank hated strip clubs.

"Yes, Frank. I brought you to a gay bar , and now, I'm buying you a dance." Ray said, snickering a bit. You see, it was Franks birthday, which also happened to be on Halloween. He had spent the day with his family, which in turn ment Ray got to make plans for the night. Frank choked on air, causing Ray to burst out laughing at his bewildered best friend. Frank just sulked, shooting daggers at Ray with his eyes. Ray walked away, blending in with the people in the club effortlessly. The only way Frank could tell him apart was the fro that he could see moving across the room. A few minutes later a tall man approached Frank, a sly smile on his face.

"Follow me, sir." The man said, motioning towards the direction he came from. Frank sighed, following the guy. It's not like he had a choice, really. The guy led Frank to a wall that had a bunch of doors on it, which he assumed were the private rooms. He opened one of the doors and ushered Frank in, giving him a smirk and then closing the door. Frank hesitantly looked around the room. There was a pole on one side and a small, slightly comfortable looking couch on the other. His eyes darted back and forth a few times before he took a seat on the couch, fidgeting with the fraying material the holes in his jeans created. A few minutes later the door opened and Franks head shot towards it. His breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened a bit. The man that walked in was absolutely gorgeous. His hair was short and dyed orange, his skin was pale, and he had amazing hazel eyes. Franks gaze lowered and he felt heat start to pool in his stomach.

"Hello, sugar." The man greeted, practically strutting over to Frank, hips swaying teasingly as he walked. His blue suit pants clad legs nudged Franks knees apart and he leaned down so he was level with Franks ear. "I heard it's your birthday." He purred, making Frank shudder. He moved away then, a pout on his thin lips.

"I also heard you don't want to be here. Is that true, Frankie?" He asked, crawling onto Franks lap so he was straddling him. Frank tensed up, holding in the moan that wanted to eacape when the man started to lightly grind down onto him.

"I-I don't go to places like this." Frank mumbled, his hands itching to grab hold of the orange haired mans hips.

"You can make an exception for tonight, can't you, sugar?" The man asked, licking his lips and shrugging off his suit jacket, rendering himself shirtless. Frank gave in, his hands making their way onto the mans hips. This led to the man smirking at him, grinding down onto his crotch harder. Franks head fell back a bit, a moan leaving his parted lips.

"Ah, shit.. " He gasped out, realizing he didn't know the guys name.

"Call me Gee, sugar." Gerard said leaning down and attaching his lips onto Franks neck. He bit and sucked on the skin, causing Frank to squirm and moan under him. Once Gerard was satisfied he pulled away, meeting Franks lust filled hazel eyes. He could feel a prominent bulge in Franks jeans, and he smirked, knowing he caused it.

"Gee." Frank whimpered, eyes trailing down Gerard's exposed chest. Gerard's eyebrows rose and he got off Frank, looking straight in his eyes and slowly pulling down his suit pants. Frank watched with hooded eyes, biting his lower lip in anticipation. Once the pants were off Gerard was left in nothing but tight breifs, the same blue as his suit, and a red neck tie. There was a slight bulge in his briefs that made Frank groan quietly. This was definitely the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. The sexiest too. Gerard turned around, walked over to the pole, swaying his hips as he went. Frank had to hold in a moan at the sight, squirming in his seat. Gerard wrapped a hand around the pole, running it up and down a few times while slowly walking around it to face Frank. He was happy to see that Franks now dark, hazel eyes were glued to him and every move he made. Gerard then pressed himself against the pole, wrapping a leg around it and spinning a bit. Frank watched intently at every move gerard made, his jeans getting tighter and tighter as time passed. It was borderline painful and all he wanted to do was rip off his pants and boxers. Gerard wandered away from the pole, back over to Frank, and turned so his ass was facing him. He then proceeded to sit on Franks lap, grinding away like there was no tomorrow. Which in this case, for them, there wasn't.

"Fuck, Gee!" Frank moaned, taking hold of Gerard's hips and squeezing. The friction was sending shocks throughout Franks body and he knew that if this continued he was going to come. Gerard's grinding got harder and faster. At this point he was almost bouncing on Franks lap. Frank threw his head back, a loud moan escaping his throat.

"Fuck! I-I'm gonna-" He moaned loudly, his climax hitting him full force. Gerard turned to look at Franks face, a soft moan leaving him at the sight. His face was flushed, eyes were closed, and his bottom lip was red from biting it. There were fresh hickeys forming on his neck, only adding to how good he looked. Once Frank had come down from his high he took in Gerard's appearance, the huge bulge in his breifs practically begging for attention. So, even though he knew it was most probably against the rules, Frank nudged Gerard so he was sitting on the couch, settling onto his knees in front of him. Gerard's eyes widened and he tried to stand up. "Y-You don't have to-" he started, getting cut off by Frank tugging his breifs down his thighs roughly. He hissed a bit at the cold air hitting his hard on, that hiss turning into a gasp as a tattooed hand wrapped around him.

"Shit!" He moaned, hips bucking up into Franks fist. Frank pumped up and down quickly, occasionally squeezing. Gerard was a mess, curses leaving his mouth left and right. After a few minutes Gerard was close, so close, and Frank smirked, pulling his hand away. Gerards eyes shot open and a whimper left his mouth.

"Wha- ah fuck!" He moaned loudly, the feeling of Franks hot mouth around his dick almost sending him right over the edge. Frank took in as much as he could, bobbing his head up and down at a fast pace. Gerard's hands tangled into Franks hair, pulling at the brown strands. Frank hummed around his dick, lightly scraping his teeth along the shaft.

"Fucking hell. I'm..I'm gonna.. Shit Frank!" Gerard moaned, coming straight into Franks mouth. Frank pulled away with a pop, meeting Gerard's eyes and swallowing, licking his lips afterwards.

"So, how was it?" Ray asked, starting the car. He turned to look at Frank, who's cheeks had turned firetruck red. He was instantly laughing, much to Franks expense.

"It was.. It was alright." Frank mumbled, even though it had been so much better than just alright.

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