the sound of your name could silence my demons

Gerard blinked and suddenly, the boy wasn't there anymore. Disappointed, he made his way back into the club and into the changing room.

There was his boss, waiting to talk to him.
"Gerard, where've you been? I've been looking for you."

With a surprised look on his face, Gerard nodded. "I went out for air." he said shortly.

"Oh, well. I know those aren't really a lot of money..."

Gerard wanted to punch him right there right then. Damn right it wasn't a lot of money, it wasn't even a decent amount! Was he mocking him? Was that some kind of sick joke?
He kept his calm and nodded to his boss to carry on talking.

"And I know you need money, so that's why I'm gonna make you this offer.."

Gerard was excited and intrigued at the same time. But then it hit him.. What if?... No, it couldn't be... Anything but that..

"You know, there are some clients that would pay a lot for.... a little intimate time with you... you know, they really like you, boy."

Fuck. He couldn't do that. He couldn't sell himself for money. He wasn't even a good fuck, he thought. But more important, he would have to get fucked by those disgusting old men and pretend he didn't want to kill himself while doing it.

Seeing that Gerard is on the point of passing out, his boss tried to sweeten the deal.

"You know, you don't have to give me an answer now. You have a week to think about it. It would be a great opportunity for you to make some more money. These guys pay a lot, Gerard. You're gonna get 20 more dollars a night and some 'tips' from them."

He gave the boy an apologetic look and walked out of the room they were in. Gerard run right to the bin in the corner of the room and threw up. Not eating anything was a bitch to him, the gastric acid coming out burning his throat.

Notes

Sorry's short. 'S kind of a filler. Love you!
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