(Frank's P.O.V.)

I ran a tattooed hand through my short hair as I thought about texting Gerard or would that be too weird? I know I didn't wanna call the guy, so I decided against it and went to my bedroom and plugged my cell phone into the charger that was already plugged in.

I got undressed and strode over to my dresser. I opened up a drawer and took out a pair of clean boxers and a plain white t-shirt. No need for pants of any type since I don't live with anyone. That definitely is something I enjoy about being alone; no need for clothes.

I went into the bathroom, connecting to my room. I flicked on the light switch and slid open the shower curtain. I turned the water on, letting it get hot enough for my liking. When I was satisfied with the temperature of the water, I stepped in and shut the curtain.

I immediately let the water fall over me so I can wash my hair. I started to think about Gerard but shook the thoughts from my mind straight away. I didn't wanna get horny right now, as much as I love pleasuring myself, I just wasn't in the mood. I wanted to get to bed as early as I could.

Gerard was ridiculously good looking. His lips were pink and looked oh so kissable. I bet he would be great with that mouth of his.

But the image of Gerard squirming underneath me popped in my head. I groaned and reached a hand down to my hardening cock. I squeezed gently and sighed, admitting defeat.

I jerked myself off quickly and finished my shower. I stepped out and toweled off. I brushed my teeth and stared at myself in the mirror. It's soon time to shave my face, although, I think I might like a beard. Hmmm.

After I had my boxers and t-shirt on, I headed downstairs to the kitchen to grab myself a bottle of water. I chugged a bit and closed the bottle. I put it back in the fridge for later or tomorrow.

I locked my front door and made sure the windows were locked, something I've grown accustomed to since I started living alone..or with the Sub I may have at the time.

Soon, I was yawning like a madman and trudged back upstairs to my bedroom. I turned the light off and crawled into bed. I leaned over and set my alarm clock for 7:00 sharp.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell fast asleep.

****

(Gerard's P.O.V.)

I pulled up to my apartment and stepped out of the car. I slammed the door shut. I opened up the doors to my studio apartment and jogged up the stairs. I got to my door. 112B and let myself in.

I threw my belongings down on my couch.

I was in awe about meeting Frank. I was minding my own business in Starbucks, writing an e-mail to somebody at Dark Horse Comics, pitching an idea I have for a comic. Just then, I was startled by a gorgeous tattooed man with the most entrancing smile I have ever seen.

It's been a long time since someone has shown any type of interest in me. I am not that good looking. I am awkward, shy, and a huge nerd. But- Frank must not think I am either of those things since he wasn't scared off while talking to me.

I sure hope Frank calls me. I would love to see him again. I just hope he wants to see more of me..wait that didn't sound right. Eh. Oh well.

I looked at the clock and sighed. I should get ready to meet my mom, dad, and brother for dinner.

****
Dinner was pretty fun, actually. My dad kept asking me if I found a 'real job yet' which, I told him no. He thinks being a comic book writer should be more of a hobby. He thinks the same about my art.

But my mom and brother want me to follow my dreams and do what makes me happy. So, my dad's going to have to get over it. I love art, and comics, so being a comic book writer makes sense for me.

It started getting late, and I want to get an early start on a painting for my brother, Mikey. He wanted a painting of he and I when we were little. It's for his birthday, so it's got to be great. I wanna put a lot of hard work and time into it.

I waltzed down the hall to my bathroom to piss, wash my face, and brush my teeth. I'm exhausted. It's been a long day, so going to bed sounds perfect right now.

I pull the covers back and climb into bed. I slide under the covers. I don't need to be awake at a certain time, since I work from home. I am fast asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

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