(Frank's P.O.V.)

Bob has been a wonderful friend to me during this hard time. Every time I break down over Gerard the man tries to bring me back up somehow.

Gerard and I have been broken up for 4 months now. I decided to go back out and meet some other people. Not necessarily try to date someone, but probably go to a bar, take them home, then kick them out in the morning. Seems like a good idea to me.

At this point, I don't give two shits about relationships. I don't deserve anyone else. I can't bring myself to hurt someone else again.

I guess cheating on Gerard has taught me a lesson, I am not as good boyfriend material as I thought. Everyday it kills me inside whenever I think about what I done. But, now it's time to move on.

I went out and got my hair cut. I came home and showered. I got dressed into nicer clothes, rather than the sweat pants and t-shirts I've been lounging around in. My outfit is all black, but that's the way I like my clothes. Besides, black is very slimming.

I waited for Bob to get home from visiting relatives so we could go to the bar. Not long after he got back, he changed his clothes and we were off to the bar.

****
(Gerard's P.O.V.)

I got a job as a waiter at a local diner. My art wasn't really doing too well at the moment. My mom said it would be beneficial for me and help me move on to the next chapter of my life. I figured since I'm single, I'll probably save up money and move out of this house. I'll rent an apartment and start fresh. Maybe I'll meet another guy sometime too.

I worked at the diner for about a week, my co-workers are very nice and I get along especially well with this guy named Adam. He's a cool dude. He was the one training me. We hit it off right away, in a friendly kind of way.

I work the early shift. 8 A.M. until 5 P.M. It's not that bad..well yet. It's money and I could use the money more than anything right now, especially since I've been smoking a lot more cigarettes as of late. Stress really does that to a person.

I stared at myself in my full length mirror, hanging on my closest door. I cringed after I noticed all the weight I lost. I shrugged. I was sorta chubby anyway. Next, I examined my face in the mirror as well. The bags under my eyes are completely gone.

I ran my fingers through my freshly washed locks of raven colored hair. I decided it was time for a change. I'm going to get my hair cut and dyed. It's about time for a new Gerard Arthur Way.

****
(Frank's P.O.V.)

Bob and I were sitting at the bar for about an hour. Nobody seemed to peak my interest yet. I seen attractive guys. They smiled and or winked at me on occasion, but none of them really got a reaction out of me.

I was about to tell Bob we should just leave when he walked in. This man was gorgeous. He had shortish fire engine red hair and was thin. He wore black skinny jeans that hugged his hips perfectly.

I choked on my rum and coke when I got a good look at his face. It was Gerard!

I started to panic and sprinted off to the men's bathroom as fast as my legs would carry me. I turned on the faucet in one of the sinks, splashing called water on my face. Just then,all the guilt and feelings for Gerard came creeping back.

"No no no no. This can not be happening!" I called out into the currently empty bathroom except for myself.

After I pulled myself together, I grabbed Bob. "We're leaving. NOW."
Bob looked at me questioningly. "You okay, man? What happened?"
I glanced over at Gerard's direction. "Gerard is here. Come on, let's go before he sees us."

Bob agreed and we ran out the bar before Gerard could have a chance to see either of us.

The next weekend, we went to a bar. One that I knew Gerard didn't go to. I was kinda confused though, he's been sober. The man was an alcoholic and doesn't drink anymore. Either he fell off the wagon again, or he was meeting someone there.

Bob and I were at the bar for not even twenty minutes and I'm taking someone home with me. He's very good looking. He has black hair and tattoos, like me. I can't wait to find out how many he has all over his body.

Bob drove us back to the house. The man and myself in the back seat, barely able to keep our hands off each other.

"Ahem. Can you two wait for five minutes? We're almost there."
I laughed out loud. "Sorry, Bob."

Five minutes later, the three of us were piling out of Bob's Honda and headed inside the house.

I lead the stranger to my bedroom, pinning him roughly against the wall, but not before I kicked my door shut and locking it.

Within seconds, I had his and my clothes removed and scattered all over my bedroom floor. We made out heavily against the wall until I pulled away and pushed him down on to my bed instead.

I can tell he was hard already and so was I. It's been months since I got off properly and this is exactly what I need.

I straddled him and leaned down, kissing him heatedly. Then I trailed my lips down his neck, biting here and there. After that, I explored the rest of his body with my mouth and tongue.

When my mouth traveled all the way down, I took his member into my mouth, doing hard and fast sucks, making the other buck his hips, pushing him farther into my mouth.

After the need for air came, I flipped him over and asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?"
He nodded. "You have protection, right?"
"Of course. I'm always safe." I crawled off of the bed, walking over to the dresser to retrieve a condom.

I fucked him hard and fast, we both were panting and sweating like crazy. To be honest, I was being somewhat selfish. He didn't complain though. With the way he was moaning and gasping underneath me, I'd say he loved every second of it.

When we both came, I pulled out and threw away the condom. The still unnamed man cleaned himself off, and so did I. Then in a matter of minutes he left. I fell asleep, not bothering to put any clothes back on.

Notes