Way Industries

The trip to the restaurant was uneventful. It wasn’t like any of those cheesy stories were the guy rubs his hand in fun places; don’t get me wrong, I was silently willing his long fingers to touch me again, and to make all my cheesy fantasies to come true. But, Gerard was in control and business like; calm, cool and collected. I tried scolding myself for thinking of my boss that way but, the memories of his hands on my thigh contradicted any reprimanding I did. God I was such a girl sometimes.

He didn’t really talk to me even after we were seated away from everyone else in the buzzing restaurant. The table had a romantic vibe to it with candles flickering, and the restaurant was such an intimate place. It was almost a date. Almost. He instructed me to order whatever I wanted, and that was the extent of our talking till we both were about half way done with our meals.

"So Frank lets talk," he took a sip of his coke. "I like to play, but I don't do relationships."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't do relationships because I don't like to get close to people, I think you can understand that. Especially in my line of work.” He pushed around some of his pasta. "I like to have fun though, as most do, but Frank for us to have fun there must be trust."

"You're asking me to be your plaything?"

"In a way, yes, yes I am." He laid his fork down, " I'm going to test your limits, take you places you've never gone. If you want me to." He paused, running a finger of my hand that laid on the table. "If you trust me to."

"What will, like what would you do to me?"

"That Frankie I can’t tell you just yet. It'll ruin my, or our fun. But I think you can use your imagination."

"If I agree to this, would I still your assistant?"

He snorted out a little laugh. "An assistant with benefits I think."

"Do you ask all your assistants to be your fucktoy?” I teased.

“Only the pretty ones.”

“Miss Bergstrom?”

“Oh god no!” He choked out. “She’d rather kick my ass then have a relationship with me.”

“Why me?”

“Frank think back to the dressing room. What did I tell you?”

“But I’m not!” I protested.

“Frank, think, think about my hand running down your front and stopping on your thigh. Think about my hand moving slowly up your thigh to your crotch. Think about how you pressed against me, your ass grinding into my crotch; your crotch growing harder as you thought about my hand touching you. The heat rising in your stomach from the heat of me whispering in your ear. how’d you feel sweetheart?”

“Like a slut, or a cheap whore.” I shrugged trying to hid how turned on I was becoming with honesty.

“That’s not what I was going for. I was hoping you’d feel” He waved his hand about trying to find the right word. “Sexy?” he put forth.

It was my turn to laugh at him. “How could I feel sexy, when I was trying to fuck my boss in a dressing room?” I quickly covered my mouth, regretting that I had let that slip.

“Is that what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck you up against the glass?” His voice gradually grew quieter into a low growl. “You wanted me to fuck you so hard into the wall that you couldn’t walk straight for a week? Is that what you wanted Frank?”

I was becoming so hard it was almost painful, listening to him talk low and sultry. I pressed my hand on my crotch to bring some relief to my painful erection; I couldn't help the elicit moan that escaped. I was so glad we were at a table that was in the corner of the room, and there was too much noise for anyone to hear my wanton noises.

“Frank put both your hands on the table, you are not to touch yourself.” He commanded.

“Why?”

“Don’t question me, there will be punishments Frank. Something I’m not sure you want yet, and something we should talk about.”

“Repercussions?” I laid both of my hands on the table, frowning.

“Exactly,” He smiled at me, “We need together to make the decision of what your punishment will be. And if it’s ever too much we need to choose a word.” I choked on the sip of coke I was taking.

“S- safe word?”

“Yes” He cocked his head to the side to look at me.

“I’ve, I’ve never really done anything like that.” I admitted looking down at my half eaten salad.

“That’s okay, are you afraid Frankie?” I shook my head, which then turned in to me nodded. I was extremely afraid, I’d never had someone try and control me, dominate me. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I had always been the top, been in control I was practically a virgin bottom.

“Frank I won’t hurt you, well I mean I will, but it’ll only be for our pleasure. The safeword is just there, incase you don’t like it, or its too much; and since you’ve never done this, we have to experiment. See what you like.”

I nodded playing with my food, trying to comprehend it all. “We can start with vanilla stuff and work our way up if you want?”

“Vanilla.”

“Sex Frank, plain old fucking. Nothing fun.”

“Justin Bieber.”

“What?”

“Thats our safeword. Nothing kills the mood more than that brat.”

He started laughing uncontrollably, his cute little teeth showing. He paused to wipe at his eyes after a few minutes. “While, that is a good mood killer, I don’t, oh god Frank.” He couldn’t stop laughing. “Frank oh my god no, red. Red’s our safeword, it’ll tell me you want me to stop right away.” He regained some composure, “ And I’ll ask you throughout our endeavors how you're feeling, green means go, yellow means your weary. It’s a better system, I think, than that excuse for a musician.”

I snorted a little at that, “Traffic lights? Am I gonna honk if you cut me off.”

“Sure, sure” He laughed out. “Frank I want to get to know you a bit, so when we get back to the office you’ll eat lunch with me everyday, okay?”

“I think I can live with that.” Least I wouldn’t be lonely.

“You ready to go back to the hotel?” I nodded. “okay,” He waved over the waiter and handed her two bills. “Let’s go then Frankie.”

*

I have been to more expensive, elegant, and lavish places in one day, then I have in all of my twenty two years on this earth. The hotel we checked into was huge, and of course they knew him by name. I wonder how it felt to always be known. Does he ever get tired of it? Does he ever wish no one knew his name? Or does he wish he could just live without worrying about someone ending his career if they got to close?

“I hope one room is okay Frank, I get cold at night…” He showed me the key in his palm. “Come on” He grabbed my hand and led us to the elevator. How convenient that no one was in it.

“Stand in front of me.” I complied right away. He tilted my head to side and started sucking on my neck. “Your mine, and everyones going to know it,” He nipped at what I could only guess was my scorpion tattoo; I gasped for breath, feeling myself grow hard as he nipped and sucked at my neck. “Henry’s going to know tomorrow that you're mine.” I moaned as he ghosted his hand over my swelling erection.

All of his movements stopped as he whispered in my ear,“You’re mine right Frankie?” I nodded hastily.

“Say it! Say you’re mine, I want to hear it!”

“I’m yours, only yours.” I whined out. “Good girl” he sucked on my ear, causing me to whimper in pleasure. “You won’t mind sucking my dick when we get to the room, will you?”

“N- No, sir” I stammered out.

“Maybe I won’t have to train you as much as I originally thought, already calling me sir.” He sounded pleased. The elevators opened and he took my hand again. He led me to the end of the hall, unlocking the door with ease, and dragging me inside. He pinned me against the wall, marking me as his, and ripping my shirt open.

He pulled back, his eyes taking me in. “Blow me Frank” He said lust burning in his eyes. I dropped to my knees, and ran my mouth over the fabric that was straining to hold him in. His whole body shuddered in response. “Frank don’t be a tease.” His voice stern, letting me know I couldn’t play with him. I undid his belt and button to his pants, with haste, before I brought my mouth to his zipper and pulled it down causing him to gasp.

“You’re a cock slut aren’t you Frankie?” He purred, smirked as I dragged his pants down swiftly. I ran my pointer finger under his waistband, before dragging them down as well, letting his cock spring free. He let out a small moan as I slowly started pumping his leaking dick. I took almost his full length in my mouth and swallowing around it. He laced his fingers into my hair, then used it to fuck my mouth. I choked around his length, and he barely said “Relax sugar, makes, makes it worse.” He released my hair and I pulled off, licking up his length and over his head. His hips jerked forward, and I held them still, taking him in again and hollowing my cheeks as I bobbed up and down. “Look at me, I wanna see your pretty face as I cum” He gasped out. I deep throated him, my eyes meeting his, and without warning he was cuming into my mouth. “Swallow it all sweetheart, such a good little slut you are Frankie.” I pulled off of him after swallowing, and looked up at him.

“Come here,” I stood up and he pressed his lips against mine. “So good Frankie,” He murmured. His hand trailed down and stopped pressing against my erection. “I’ll take care of you” He whispered in between kisses. One of his hands opened my pants, before tugging them halfway down my thighs. I screamed out in pleasure as I felt his hand plunge into my underwear and wrap around my neglected length.

"Moan for me baby, I want to he a your pretty sounds." He purred into my ear pumping me vigorously.

"Ah fuck, ah uh fuck" I moaned out with each moment. "S sir I'm gonna, gonna ahh" I screamed as I cam in his hand. "Fuck," I collapsed into him, his arms enveloping me, as he kissed the top of my head.

“So good baby,” he whispered softly, gently rubbing circles into my back. He pulled back and surprised me, by picked my up bridal style. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me over to the bed and layed me on it. “I’ll be back, need to clean up a bit. Make yourself comfortable.”

When the bathroom door clicked behind him I wiggled my pants off and threw them on the floor with my shirt. I slid under the fluffy comfort and and a smile overtook my face. I couldn’t believe I just sucked my boss of then had him jack me off. And to top it all off I was going to share a bed with him.

“What are you grinning about Frankie?” I hadn’t even realized he was back yet, standing at the foot of the bed, clad in only his boxers.

“Nothinnngg” I giggled out.

“Sure” He flopped on the bed next to me. I started laughing, and he grinned at me.

“Mr. Way, I did not expect you to be this way at all.”

“What did you expect? A boss who’d ride your ass, to make sure you had everything perfect?” he winked at me.

“I did, but probably not in the context you’re thinking. Get your head out of the gutter, Way” Suddenly he was on me, his legs straddling me, with one of his hands holding my wrists above my head. He looked almost primal, with his eyes filled with hunger. “I’m the one who gives the orders Iero.” He growled out. I felt my cock twitch; I was so turned on by his intensity. He seemed to know what his actions, were doing to me, because he beamed at me before climbing and slipping under the covers.

“Sleep Frank, tomorrow’s a big day.” I nodded turning away from him, and closed my eyes. I wondered if tomorrow would hold such interesting events like today did. I felt an arm wrap around me and drag me over to him, till his front was pressed to my back. I could live with this. An assistant with benefits. I could live without this being a relationship. I could...maybe...

Notes

Here's a crappy update. This is only my second time writing any sort of smut, so yup sucksssss, (Literally like frank did Ops). Sorry I didn't update sooner, and I haven't been updating any of my other fics because well, there all happy atm. I tried to sit down yesturday and today to write something, but I'm so not in the mood for happiness. I had to in this chapter try not to kill anyone of hurt anyone, because I'm in the mood for sadness. Why you might ask? Well because the person who I've spent way too much time talking with isn't responding anymore. Last time it happened was because his parent's found out he had a boyfriend, and made him breakup with him and took away his phone. He's just been diagnosed with depression and four days ago (the last time I talked to him) He was really upset and his dad was yelling at him. So I'm stressed, and he was the only person I talk to because I'm a hermit like that, so I'm lonely. And I'm really trying not to freak because now I just gotta deal by myself again for a while. BLEHHHHHH

Ya that's my excuse for not updating and writing crappy chapters. ALSO WHO THOUGHT IT BRILLIANT TO HAVE PEOPLE CHOOSE BETWEEN FRANK AND GERARD S ALBUMS, FOR THE BEST NEW ALBUM. who does that.... I voted for Frank though because I like it more (shh I never said that) plus I think his lyrics are a little more meaningful. at least to me. (side note, im talking about the APMA's)

Anyways, Thanks for reading, commenting, all that jazz, sorry for the long note.

*the title is actually a song title to a newish song that I love and ya I thought it fit?*