Noon came quicker than Frank thought it would, and he told Ray that he would be back for the Polaroids at a later time. "I'm gonna be busy this afternoon," Frank said and Ray nodded.

"Busy," he said, clicking his tongue and winking. "Gotcha."

Frank rolled his eyes and pushed his sunglasses back on, leaving the shop for the day. Ever since discovering Gerard's occupation, Frank's curiosity about the night before grew even more and more as the time passed.

He knew that he wouldn't be going straight back to Bel-Air; he had to check something first. He wondered where the best place to find the particular information was and he sighed when he realized where he had to go.

Frank didn't particularly hate the shop, but it rather a sense of foreboding shame when one walked into the shop. It felt as if everyone's mothers would pop out from behind the shelves of dildos and scold them for being in the store.

He had no idea where to even begin. Magazines were in the back of the store, and Frank was sure that they would have Playboy, but he wasn't sure about if Gerard would be in the latest issue. He told himself 'screw it' and grabbed the January 1979 issue, leafing through it.

Luckily, Gerard was in this issue— more like on. He was the cover model. He had on a pair of skimpy white lace underwear, his thumb hooked in the waistband and pulling it down slightly on one side. Everything in the picture, in fact, was white, except for Gerard's hair, which stood out against the stark bright color. His hair was messy, the locks seemingly unbrushed and falling into his eyes, which he had fixated on something out of frame. Whatever he was looking at, it put a small smile on his face, and his other arm was wrapped around his flat stomach, as if holding in laughter.

Frank still couldn't believe that he slept with a Playboy model. He didn't often read the magazine, but everyone knew who Gerard Way was— mainly because he was gorgeous. Not handsome, as a regular man would be; Gerard was no regular man, and warranted beautiful, gorgeous, and pretty as words that describe him.

Frank leafed through the magazine, not even glancing at the girls. He kept his eye out for Gerard, eventually coming to an interview with him. It was slightly long, but Frank read every word.

Gerard Way: how to even describe him? Intelligent? Beautiful? Way suggests 'lazy'. 'When I'm not working, I'm a bump on a f*cking log,' he says, giving us his signature smile. When is he not working, though? Between photo shoots, interviews, and jetting around the world, he always seems to be on the job. 'I like doing it, do,' he says. 'So I don't mind.'
It's obvious that Gerard is most often spotted on our pages, sporting some kind of lingerie or nothing at all. In usual cases, only our female Bunnies wear the lace; why him, too? 'I've never felt much like a guy,' he states. 'I've always looked really feminine and I was never into sports growing up, so I was called a girl a lot. Eventually, I just stopped considering myself a boy. For about a year in high school, I considered myself as a girl, mainly because I wanted to f*ck guys and not girls. I didn't know what being gay was until David Bowie announced that he was gay when I was eighteen. That changed a lot for me, but I still consider myself a girl more than a boy. So, yeah, I embrace the [laugh] the lace and lingerie.
'Lord, finding Bowie was like finding Jesus,' Way says, growing serious. 'I found a savior in him, and he made [pause] he made this sort of community of people like me who just wanted to be who we were but we couldn't because nobody told us we belonged. Bowie helped me realize that you can be weird as sh*t; you don't necessarily have to fit in, and that shaped me as a person. I actually had the pleasure to meet him last year. I thought I would start crying [laugh] and I told him what an inspiration he was to me and how he would never really know how much he meant to me, and David godd*amn Bowie kissed me, patted my head, and told me he was proud of me. That-that's the highlight of my entire life, is getting kissed by David Bowie.'
When asked about his childhood, Gerard can't help but smile almost uncontrollably. 'I had a good upbringing,' he says. 'I had both parents and my baby brother, and my mom's mom was always around. Ellie (Way's grandmother) supported me no matter what I was doing, whether it be drawing or singing or acting or, you know, posing for Playboy.'
'Acting,' Way mumbles when asked to expand, rubbing his jaw and smiling. 'I've only ever been in one thing, and that was Peter Pan in the fourth grade. There's this one song and it's like 'I don't wanna grow up... I will never wear a mustache'— no, 'I'll never grow a mustache or a fraction of an inch' and it's just, this song. Usually, you know, Peter Pan is played by a girl, but... I was cast, so do with that information what you will. I would like to be in more, like, short films and such, but I've never looked that much into it.'
When asked about his family's reaction, Way responded instantly. 'They hate it,' he said and laughed, leaning forward in his seat. "Oh God, they hate it. That was a strange conversation. Like, how do you even have that conversation? 'Hey Mom, my c*ck's on display for the world to see'— No. I was only nineteen when I started here and, Christ, that's the most trouble I've ever gotten in. I was attending the School of Visual Arts in New York at this time, and I had lived in New Jersey my whole life, so I was still living with my parents and, one day, one of my dad's friends made the casual aside that I looked good in the newest issue. It creeped me the f*ck out, and Dad asked issue of what, and I just sorta sighed and was like 'Well, I'm a model in a magazine' and Mom goes 'What magazine?'. I said Playboy and I thought that Mom was gonna kick me out. In the end, my brother was the one who saved me and said that this is what I wanted to do and that I shouldn't be ridiculed for it.'
'I have a good relationship with my brother,' Gerard says. 'I mean, he's three years my junior and annoying as f*ck but— ah, no, I'm playing. No, Mikey's in the Army— over in the Soviet Union right now, actually— and he's an amazing fella and he's just, like, the best person you'll ever meet in your life. Anyone who meets Mikey Way says that he's so charismatic and funny, and I have to back up. Like, my brother? Mikey Way? Funny? [laugh] No, you didn't grow up with the kid.'
'Advice?' Gerard repeats, watching the ceiling. He giggles and shrugs. 'I dunno. Wear a condom.'

Frank looked up from the print, the solid black letter burned into his vision. Accompanying the article were various pictures of Gerard: some from pages of former issues of the magazine and other, snapshot-like photos. One that drew his attention immediately was Gerard sitting on a nondescript couch, his feet pulled up underneath him, mid-laugh. Next to him was the alien himself, David Bowie, pressing his lips to Gerard's cheek.

Frank thought about everything he had just read, putting the magazine back where it belonged. From what he had read, Gerard didn't seem ashamed of his occupation in the slightest. Rather, he appeared comfortable— proud, even— of what he did.

Frank stood up and left the shop, a certain phrase haunting him as he aimlessly meandered the streets of Los Angeles: It's obvious that Gerard is most often spotted on our pages, sporting some kind of lingerie or nothing at all. Frank wondered how anyone could be so comfortable in their body to allow pictures of them to be taken while wearing almost nothing? It didn't seem right. It also was a point of interest to Frank that there were pictures of Gerard that existed where he was naked.

Frank looked up from his thoughts and found himself in front of Gerard's house. He must have subconsciously remembered Gerard's address. He never truly had any intentions on coming back— he nuts and bolts more often he cared to admit— but now that he knew what Gerard was and what he did, he had to see him again.

He had barely knocked on the door before it opened and he was instantly hugged, Gerard nuzzling his face into Frank's neck. "I missed you," he said, setting a kiss on Frank's shoulder before letting go and pulling Frank into the house. "Are you okay? You seem upset."

Frank smiled softly and pushed a lock of his hair behind his ear. "I'm tired from work," he said, gently kissing the top of Gerard's head. "And my head still hurts."

Gerard cooed sympathetically and quickly kissed Frank's temple, as if it would help remedy Frank's headache. "I'll make you feel better," he whispered, biting his bottom lip and winking, making Frank's heart jump.

Then, as if a switch had been flipped inside of Frank, something came over him; something he was sure had to do with the Polaroids he had found. He grasped the back of Gerard's neck and pulled him closer, kissing him less-than-gently. He still tasted like whisky and weed, making Frank want him more; he was more than happy when Gerard opened his mouth, clenching Frank's shirt in his fists.

Suddenly, Frank pulled away breathlessly. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I... I don't know what just happened to me."

"It's okay," Gerard giggled. "I liked it. Do it again."

Frank smiled and kissed Gerard again, softer and less animalistic than before. Gerard lightly touched his fingers to Frank's jaw, pressing his chest to Frank's. "Frankie?" Gerard whispered once they pulled away again. He pressed his forehead against Frank's, the tips of their noses centimeters from the other's, and Gerard slid his fingers into Frank's hair.

"Yes, Gee?" Frank responded at an equal volume, gripping Gerard's hips tightly.

"Will you stay with me again tonight?" Gerard asked, looking at Frank through his coal-black eyelashes.

Frank smiled at gently kissed the end of Gerard's pert nose. "Of course I will," he answered. He knew that Jimmy would be worried about him, but he also knew that his roommate would get over it once he heard the story.

"And, umm..." Gerard started and laughed softly. "Do you think... Nah, it's stupid."

"What is it?" Frank asked. He rubbed Gerard's hip comfortingly and Gerard moved his head to rest on Frank's shoulder, his hands going to Frank's arms and digging his fingers into the muscles hidden by his shirt sleeves.

"I want you to make love to me," Gerard whispered, burying his face in Frank's shoulder. "We got so close last night, and I... I want you."

Frank was so shocked, he nearly let go of Gerard. They didn't sleep together? "Of course," Frank whispered, kissing the side of Gerard's head. "Do you want to now?"

Gerard nodded almost immediately. "Yes," he mumbled. He pulled his head off of Frank's shoulder and kissed him, softly at first but then growing harsher as Gerard pulled off Frank's jacket quickly. They pulled away and Frank pulled his shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor.

Frank pulled Gerard onto his hips and Gerard's legs tightened around his waist, dragging his nails down Frank's bare back as Frank pushed his tongue into Gerard's mouth, gripping the back of his thighs. "Frankie," Gerard moaned, pulling away from Frank's mouth and throwing his head back. "Fuck, Frankie."

"Gee," Frank breathed, pushing Gerard up against the wall. He used a free hand to undo the button on Gerard's jeans and reeled the zipper down. He pulled Gerard's pants down just far enough to see the growing hardness in Gerard's panties. "Have you been wearing these all day?" Frank asked, brushing his fingertips against the unfamiliar scalloped edges of the lace trim.

"Yes," Gerard answered and shifted his hips so that Frank's palm rested over the bulge. He whimpered and Frank sucked on Gerard's neck, leaving another red mark.

"Bedroom, Gee," Frank said when he pulled off, putting Gerard down. Gerard smiled and led Frank down the hallway to the bedroom.

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The room was deathly silent, Gerard's breathing the only sound and the night outside as still as the atmosphere. Gerard was nuzzled against Frank's chest, Frank's arms wrapped around Gerard's bare shoulders. Gerard was fast asleep, his eyelashes fluttering against Frank's chest every so often. His mouth was slightly open, his warm breaths hitting Frank's chest and neck.
Frank was still in denial about everything that had happened. He could still feel himself inside of Gerard, warm and tight; Gerard's mouth on his neck, gasping every time Frank hit his prostate; Gerard's fingers in his hair, pulling and urging him to go harder and faster.

Eventually, after a long period of silence, Gerard made a small squeak and his eyes fluttered open. He gazed at his bedroom wall for a moment before fixing his state on Frank and kissing his chest softly. "What time is it?" Gerard asked in a small, slightly raspy voice, coughing to clear his throat.

"I don't know, sweetie," Frank whispered, rubbing Gerard's shoulder. "How did you sleep?"

"Good," Gerard answered. "My legs feel like jelly, though."

"Why're you acting like this was your first time?" Frank laughed. "Wait, that wasn't your first time, was it?"

Gerard said nothing for a long while, sighing finally. "It was," he whispered. "I'm a prude. I'm a model for Playboy magazine but I've never been fucked. I thought I told you this last night."

"Gee, I..." Frank started. "I don't remember anything from last night. I was too drunk and I woke up this morning and had no memory of last night. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."

"I'm glad you didn't remember," Gerard said, propping himself up on his right elbow. "You wouldn't have been that rough with me if you knew. And I like rough."

"You liked it?" Frank asked and Gerard nodded, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "That wasn't rough, babe. You don't know how rough I can get."

"How rough can you get?" Gerard asked tauntingly, rubbing Frank's thigh underneath the blankets.

"Well," Frank started, pulling Gerard over to sit on his hips. "I can get you on your hands and knees, have your pretty little ass open for me; eat you out and make you come so hard, the room spins as you come down. Then, I'll fuck you from behind, call you my bitch and pull on your hair, make you come again."

Gerard hummed and gently kissed Frank's cheek. "That sounds amazing," he said and yawned.

"Tired, bunny?" Frank asked, rubbing Gerard's back.

"Bunny?" Gerard asked.

"Well, you're my bunny, aren't you?" Frank asked and Gerard laid his head down on Frank's shoulder.

Gerard nodded and kissed Frank's shoulder before gently drifting off to sleep again.
Frank sighed happily, covering his face with a pillow. He smiled uncontrollably at Gerard's "prude"-ish confession, but he was ecstatic that he was able to be the one to deflower Gerard, even if he already was, in the world's eyes.

"Frankie?" Came Gerard's voice quietly. "Is there a difference between making love and fucking?"

"Yeah," Frank answered. "Fucking is a bit rougher, hurts a little more."

"Will you fuck me?"

"Hell yeah."

Notes

I didn't feel like writing smut tonight so here you go. Jeezum, i need to update my other fics.
xoKristin