Gerard’s face was pressed hard into the down pillow when his alarm started to go off. 7:00 was too early, and still too late. Gerard had to get dressed, do his hair, feed Tink, and then manage to drive to Starbuck’s and then the Jersey Art Department building for his nudist escapade.

Trudging mindlessly into his closet, he pulled on his brother’s Iron Maiden t-shirt, and a pair of worn dark jeans, and of course, his signature Doc Martens. The bathroom was dark, and Gerard flicked the switch a few times before realizing the bulb was blown. Whatever- he thought, brushing it off and took a moment to stare at his ashen complexion in his mirror. Sighing, he just runs his hand through his long raven locks, and searches for Tink.

When he finds the black cat on the counter, he feeds her some knock off brand of soft cat food, and it’s time to go. Keys, coat, and glasses are on, and Gerard’s ready for some fucking coffee.

~

Gerard had gotten his coffee, and was now pulling into the Jersey Art Department. Nervous, and little excited, this was his first Nude work. The person, he imagined it to be some gorgeous lass- not that he was into women, but much preferred to work with their smooth curves, than a man’s sharp build anyday.

The stairs up to the room they told him he was working in where wobbly. The building was old. But not too old. Reaching for the knob of the door, he pushed it open, and was speechless with what he saw. A young man was perched on the stand, posing already. His back was facing Gerard- not that he wasn’t enjoying the view, but was more infatuated with the man’s tattoos. Keep the Faith, underneath a pumpkin. He liked it, and a lot.

The manager had noticed him come in, and waved him towards the art supply closet in the room, where Gerard could get all his things. Grabbing a box of pastels, some paint, and more than enough paint brushes to last a lifetime, the manager led Gerard back into the workroom.

“Okay,” she said clasping her hands together, and smiling, “ This is your model, Mr.Way. “ she motioned towards the young fellow- with the nice ass, Gerard may add. “Mr. Iero, this is your wonderful artist. I trust he’ll take good care of you.” and with that she left the room, door banging behind her.

The man started to turn around, and Gerard immediately recognized that tattoo- the scorpion. Frank was going to be his model? What!

“Hi-” Frank started before laying eyes on his gaping neighbor. “ What the fuck!” He hissed at Gerard, and Gerard replied with a small strangled noise from the back of his throat. Frank quickly grabbed the nearest thing to cover himself up, which happened to be a drape from someone elses art work. He wrapped it around himself, and Gerard just continued to stare at his oddly gorgeous neighbor.

Frank waved his hand in front of Gerard’s face. “ Hello? How am I supposed to pose when your my neighbor!” He cried, pulling the sheet even tighter. Gerard then came back to reality and composed himself.

“It’s a job, Frank.” He said in a serious tone. Walking over to the canvas he sat down. “Can we start now?”

Frank just stared at him horrified. “No we can't just start now, you’re my neighbor!” and Gerard replied with “And to continue being your neighbor, and paying my rent, I need to do this painting,” resting his head onto his hand. Frank narrowed his eyes and slowly nodded. Removing the sheet gently from around his body, he let it drop.

Gerard was trying really hard not to stare, he really was, so he busied himself with the task of mixing the paint for Frank’s smooth skin. In the meantime, Frank was blushing profusely, cheeks hot, and trying desperately to keep a good pose for Gerard.

“You don’t have to pose you know.” Frank looked up at the man on the stool, cocking his head to the side a bit.

“What?”

Gerard cleared his throat. “ I just need you to stand there,” he motioned at the platform, “ And i'll instruct you.” Frank looked at his feet for awhile, and then nodded.

“Okay. Yeah. Sure?” he replied nervously.

“How old are you Frank?”

Frank was taken aback a bit by the questing, and started to fidget. “Um...I’m Nineteen.” Gerard looked up, eyes wide. Frank was only 19? He didn’t look a day over 17, nonetheless anywhere close to his twenties. “Your birthday?”

“Halloween.” Frank said back with a small smirk.

“You’re going to be 20 in a week?” Gerard questioned curiously, and Frank’s smirk just got bigger.

After their small talk, they sat in silence, besides Gerard’s small gestures for Frank to turn, or bend a certain way. Frank was starting to get sleepy from the sound of brush strokes on the canvas, and his eyes started to droop.

“So, Gerard” he said to keep himself awake, “How old are you?”

Gerard mumbled something incoherent, and then replied “I’m 23.” Frank rocked on his heels, and scrunched his nose. 23? Gerard was three years older than him. Frank had thought him to be closer to his own age, for Gerard had no sign of stubble on his chin, and you could see a small amount of pudge under his shirt, but not enough to be unattractive.

Gerard took the time to bask in Frank’s glory, while the kid was lost in his thoughts. Gerard was not immune to the fact that Frank was, well, breathtaking. Frank had the kind of eyes that other people buy contacts to have. Dark green, yet very gold, and lion like. His jaw was sharp and defined, smooth skinned. And his legs were long for a short man, and shapely, but muscular, complementing his soft stomach. Not to mention his very shapely butt.

Frank was a god.

Gerard had put the finishing touches on Frank’s tattoos in his piece of work, and sighed.

“Frank,” he said, and the man looked up, “I’m done. Take a look for me?” He turned the canvas around for Frank to see. Apparently Frank had forgotten he was naked, for he ran right over to the work, and peered curiously. In the picture, Frank’s back faced the onlooker, and his head was turned towards the, peering over his shoulder, and looking straight at them. His eyes were wide and innocent, while his hands said a different story. His left was curled around his front, his fingers clutching at his skin tightly, and his right caressing his outer thigh.

“How did you-?” Frank asked, bewildered, and Gerard just smirked.

‘It’s a gift.” he replied “I painted you as a picture of temptation.” He motioned at Frank’s hands, and leg placement, “ But child innocence came to play too.” and Gerard motioned at Frank’s soft lips, and bright eyes.

“Wow, It’s..wow!” Frank Gushed, and Gerard just nodded a little solemnly.

“I’m gonna get dressed alright?” Frank said to Gerard, who was cleaning up his supplies.

“Oh, yeah. Goodbye Frank.” He smiled at the ground and started to put his coat back on. He grabbed his bag, and started for the door when Frank peered back around the corner.

“Wait for me?” Frank questioned, eyes pleading.

“Sure.” Gerard sat onto the bench by the door until a clothed Frank walked out, lip ring put back in, and long sleeves covering himself.

Frank kind of pushed at the door frame with his shoe, “So,” he cleared his throat “Want to get dinner, it’s been a long day.”

Gerard just stood there for awhile, contemplating his options, and then nodded, ushering Frank into the parking lot, and into his car.

“Where too?”

Frank lent his head on the window, “Huh. How about Indigo?”

And with that, Gerard started the car.

Notes

UH OMFG TOOK ME FOREVER.

Heh. A lil nudist-ness going on.