That Chain-Written Frerard Fic

Is this really what his life had come to? Gerard sighed, shifting his weight uncertainly in the cool night air. Being so desperate that he had reduced himself to going to a fucking strip club? Gerard bit his lip and stepped back, shaking his head. He couldn't do this. He started to walk away, but stopped after a few steps, cringing at the decision he already knew he was about to make. With a few more hesitant steps, Gerard had entered the run down building. He was immediately hit by the smell of booze and cigarettes that hung like a curtain at the doorway. He gagged, his face scrunching up at all the sleazy guys sitting with a beer in hand and tossing money at the scantily clad dancers. He went deeper inside, ignoring the stench of piss, sweat, and desperation. He worked his way through to another area, the one where the male strippers danced. It was a little less disgusting in there, but still dark and damp. He sat down in a hard plastic chair with another sigh, running a hand through his greasy red hair. He would've liked to believe that he stuck out like a sore thumb in this crowd, but that would be a lie. He was just like them. Unshaven, tired, and lacking in life purpose.

Gerard figured that he could stare at some moderately attractive male strippers, and hopefully gain some minimal amount of satisfaction before retreating back to his dingy hovel of an apartment. His eyes raked over the various males, none of them really catching his eye; except for one, off to the side a little. Gerard moved closer, noting that the man seemed to be one of the youngest ones there. Practically a boy, actually. Gerard watched with doubtful curiosity, wondering if perhaps this would be enough to get off to later. That is, until the guy turned around.

Gerard was a bit taken aback, surprised at the attractiveness of the guy. All he'd been able to see from the back was a large pumpkin tattoo and the words 'Keep the Faith'. From the front, though... A shaggy black fringe hung in the man's eyes, sticking slightly to his forehead as he moved up and down the pole. Tattoos riddled his body, including a word Gerard couldn't make out on the man's knuckles. His chest had a large tattoo of what looked to be a bomb, and some birds along his waistline. His arms were covered, and Gerard could even see a scorpion on the right side of the guy's neck. Gerard admired the skinny dancer, biting his lip. He glanced up as light reflected off something on the man's face, searching until he saw the lip ring hugging his lower left lip.

It took a while for Gerard to tear his eyes away, ogling the guy for at least thirty minutes in awe and, admittedly, desire. Gerard surprised himself by actually being upset when the boy waved cheekily and waltzed off the stage. The disappearance of the boy jolted Gerard back into reality; one in which it was late and he really should be going home. Gerard stood up, looking longingly after where the boy vanished before heading for the door discreetly. When he was almost to the door, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Gerard cringed, turning around to tell whoever it was to fuck off and being met with hazel eyes and a glinting lip ring.

"Hey."

Notes

Whoop! First chapter guys! Phew! Hope you like it, the stripper thing was the idea of the lovely fabulousbabykilljoy. Rate and comment, pretty please? Till we meet again, loves.

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