Frank POV

I had expected a woman. Or at least a girl. So the shy, thin, innocent young man that came to collect me was shocking. A young man about my age, with long black hair and the most beautiful hazel eyes I had ever seen. He had walked into the waiting room, hips softly swaying from side to side, and had come straight to me.

"Frank?" He asked softly. "Frank Iero?" "Yes." I managed to get out.

"Am I okay?"

"Yes."

The man across from me, a greasy-haired fellow with a cigarette, was looking at the young man with hungry eyes. The young man took hold of my hand and led me to the elevator. He was trembling.

"I'm Gerard. You may call me Gee if you wish."

"Are you okay?" I asked softly.

"Yes." He whispered, barely audible.

He led me to a room and closed the door behind us. Then, he walked over to me.

"What do you want me to do, sir?"

I felt a pang of terrible guilt. This boy should be in College right now. Instead, he was here... doing this. I shouldn't be here either.... Looking at the young man's baby face, I regret cutting classes to come here.

"I don't know." I said.

"Don't know?"

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-three sir, but I am one of the best in the house."

I was mesmerized by his eyes. So.. beautiful. But also something else. There was a terrible sadness I couldn't place. Then, I knew.

"Are they forcing you to do this?"

"They?" He asked softly, looking slightly startled.

"Your parents... your pimp. Who's forcing you?"

The young man stepped away from me.

"Are you police?"

"No." I said, lifting up my hands. "I won't arrest you... please don't hide."

"I love what I do." He said in monotone, "I was a lazy bastard who got some of Mr. Way's amazing hospitality. I am very happy here, sir."

He was lying, of course. But before I could point that out, he had invaded me with his fragrance.

"What would you like me to do?" He purred, massaging my thigh.

I whimpered at his touch.

"Have fun with it." I groaned out. "Your specialty. You have a specialty, right?"

The young man nodded and pressed me on the bed. Slowly, while looking into my eyes, he slipped his hands into my underwear to feel me. He was slow and sensual as he removed my pants. He kissed the tent in my underwear for a few seconds before removing the thin layer with his teeth.

Before he could put me into his mouth, I grabbed his hair and pulled him up. He looked confused.

"Not just me." I said softly. "I want YOU to enjoy yourself too."

Then, I kissed him. His lips were very soft and delicious. Within a few seconds, I was swiping my tongue across his lip. He opened his mouth to let me in and I pulled him to straddle me. He let out a soft moan as I rubbed the small of his back.

"W-Wait."

He grabbed a small control from the bed and pointed it at the stereo. Misfits began blasting.

"Nice choice." I mumbled

He began to grind on me. His kisses tasted like pain. I pulled away and looked at him.

"You're a PERSON, Gerard." I said, over the music, "You have the right to say no. I can leave if you ask me to."

"But the-"

"I'll leave the money."

His face turned stern.

"This is a service, sir. I do not accept charity."

I held his tiny hips.

"I'm not offering charity, Gerard. I'm offering to stop you from hurting yourself further. I know it hurts. To let them touch you-"

For a second, he nearly agreed. I saw it in his eyes.

Gerard pushed me back forcefully and gracefully pinned me down.

"No." He said softly. "The sex is what keeps me sane. Now, do you want it or not?"

"Y-Yes."

Notes

this was originally going to be a part of "Through the Centuries" but i decided to make it into its own ficlet. Enjoy!!