G is for Gerard Way.

It's been a few days since his first day with Gerrard, he wasn't that much of bad guy but have you ever heard that opposites attract? in this case it was different. Frank and he were so much oppose of one and other, if one says that's white the other argues that it's black; and if one says it's heaven the other made sure to bring hell upon earth just to justify themselves, in this case it was Frank. He and his date were really opposed to one and other but that didn't stop them from meeting every night after work. Even though Frank knew this guy’s wasn't just going to give him what he needed, he told him from the start that he wasn't looking to sleep around he wanted something serious and someone to be there for him and although that kind of upset Frank a bit that didn't mean he wasn't going to give the guy a chance either.

So there second date rushed by and everything was going well until things heated up a little bit, Frank was only a few years older than his date to his amazement his date was pushing onto him, the kisses where deep, passionate and heated and as soon as Frank was going along with it the younger man pushed him away from him saying that he wasn't ready yet which left Frank mad for being led on and then to be pushed away like that needless to say when he got home he had to do what he always did after work. On their third date everything went okay although Frank had a mood but his mood started at work with his boss pestering him every now and end which caused him to feel very uneasy, his heart couldn't take so much of attention from his boss and he surely didn't want to take out his bitterness on the younger man that was sitting next to him at the bar, so he eased up a bit after a few drinks and things went well, he kept his hands to himself and so did the other man which was more easy for him. On their third date Gerrard was pushing Franks buttons especially when he was grinding against Frank’s leg like a dog on heat and Frank did all his will power not to grab the guy and do him on the dirty floor underneath their feet, luckily he kept his cool and didn’t do anything but managed to calm his date down. On their fourth date things got out of hand though and that's what really made him wonder what he was going to do with this situation, it was Saturday and they have decided to go to Gerrard's place and watch a movie, they started drinking wine and from wine they ended up with whiskey, you know there's always that light drinker in the group in this case it was the younger man and Frank found himself in that same situation he found himself oh so many times, they were making out on the couch and Frank lightly pushed the guy off him so he could get on top, soon they both half naked on the couch in a heated make out before Frank closed his eyes and his mind started playing the same tricks on him, the young man underneath him was replaced by the older man he called as his boss, no matter how hard he tried to focus and tell himself that it wasn’t him he was doing a terrible job at it and when he opened his half lidded eyes full of lust all he saw was black strands of long hair splattered on the couch underneath him, two hazel orbs and pale skin. That’s when he lost control and caved in, his arousal peeked both his and the other man’s boxers tinted by their erection, he brought himself between the man’s legs and pressed his erection onto the other causing both of them to moan. Frank couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to stop as much as he knew this wasn’t real as much as he knew that the man underneath him wasn’t the man his mind was tricking him into believing; this was the reason why he stopped dating, if he couldn’t imagine this it would’ve been difficult to get this aroused, it’s not that he couldn’t get it up with other man it’s the fact that he wouldn’t get this hard and sometimes it did interfere with his performance, but when he imagined his boss it was bliss, until he finished and feel his heart shatter realizing how much of an asshole he was for even imagining someone else, but this time he didn’t care he needed to get off it’s been ages since he had this chance and now he wasn’t going to back down no matter who he imagined and how much he fought, it will be great he knew the aftermath but he didn’t care. He slid his hand down his sides and into his lovers boxer his palm caressing the soft flush underneath before it crept more towards the other mans puckered entrance, as he brushed his finger along it he felt the man underneath him tense up and tremble before a sob brought him down from his fantasy, his eyes snapped open to be met by not two hazel orbs but two blue ones, there was no black long hair anymore and the man underneath him looked so terrified like he just seen someone get murdered in front of him. Frank retreated his hand, his arousal dropping instantly and asked the man underneath what was happening but all he got was another sob followed by a push to get off, this time it was hard it knocked him off the couch and onto the floor, Frank felt his anger peek and stood up grabbing his clothes in the process he was not going to be fucking played like this as soon as he turned around he felt the other man grip his wrist and tell him not to leave but Frank was fed up he turned around and asked the guy what the fuck was his problem, the guy sobbed and shook his head and what he said made Frank feel uneasy and mortified himself, ‘I’m a virgin’ he muttered out making Frank’s mind fog with the word virgin. He couldn’t believe it, he felt like shit and sat down next to him bringing his hands to his face, he could remember how scared he was his first time and he always wanted to lose it in a special way, but Frank was Frank, Frank was an idiot, Frank was stupid, back than all he cared was about being balls deep down someone’s throat or ass. He managed to calm the other guy down and he stayed at his place for a while before it had gotten late and he left, Frank promised he’ll call Gerrard again the younger man fearing he scared the older man away by saying he was a virgin. That wasn’t Frank’s problem, it wasn’t what really bothered it’s the fact that he was such a fucking asshole, he was going to be his first one and he was imagining he was with his boss and not his date, that’s what bothered Frank how much of a fucking dick he was.

Now with Gerard his boss, Frank was getting really fed up of that situation too, he knew half his pay check was gone if his boss kept his word, he didn’t bother to text him all night Saturday and the following day, especially after his boss made it his business to stick his nose in Frank’s life and get to know him, sometimes he wished it was how it was back when he admired him from afar and jerked off to his photos on facebook, but now that he had his attention it was getting near impossible to be around the guy especially when Gerard made sure to remind Frank to text him every hour cause he’s going to keep his promise and cut down his pay check. He was a nervous wreck he tried hard to sound like a decent human being and function well around him but as soon as he felt those first beads of sweats on his forehead he knew he was done for. It would take an idiot not for his boss to realize how hard Frank was crushing on him and now that summer was just around the corner Frank knew he needed to focus more into keeping himself sane through those 8 hours shift when Gerard was around him in just a pair of skinny short jeans that were just a few inches beneath his knees and sleeveless shirt that was too tight around his torso to keep Frank’s eyes from popping out of their sockets every time he couldn’t imagine what would happen that time when his boss came to talk to him.

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It’s Sunday night now and Frank was lying on his bed bored as fuck scrolling through his phone before a text popped up from his virgin date asking him how he was doing and what was he up too, he kept his promise he did text him the following morning but refused to meet up with him knowing that if he did meet him he’s going to regret his actions later. He quickly typed in a reply before he went back to mindlessly scroll through his feed before something came up and made his breath hitch in his throat, it was a picture.. a picture of Gerard shirtless his pale skin shining underneath the lightening Frank guessing it was the flash from the camera, his hair was hanging messily down on his shoulder and his face looked so seductive, his teeth lightly digging into his lips. Franks eye’s trailed down his milky torso and stopped on his pelvic area where his jeans hugged around his waist and hip bones, his eyes trailing that little hair that went up from underneath the fabric of his jeans and towards his belly button. Frank’s mouth watered, he felt himself stir in his boxers as he took in every little detail of the picture in front of him, he slid his hand down towards his erection and squeezed his shaft, he couldn’t help himself but stare at his boss’s picture imagining what he looked like without his jeans and anything that could hide him. As he started to run his hand up and down his length from his boxers, he slid his hand into his boxer and took hold of his length giving it a squeeze before a text brought him back to reality, it was a reply from Gerrard ‘I can help take that boredom away ;)’ it said and then followed by a photo message which left Frank’s mouth hanging open. Not by what the photo showed but from what happened the night before this was the last thing Frank imagined he’d received from the younger man. The photo showed the man infront of the mirror in all his glory, his hand wrapped tightly around the base of his erection and then another text ‘since I’m too pussy to actually do anything will you help me out here ;)’ this caused Frank to smile a bit and as he exited from the messages he was back to Gerrard’s photo, he thought for a bit and shrugged if the guy was comfortable enough to send photo’s like that he guessed giving him the help he needed wouldn’t send him off the edge again, he quickly tapped on the camera icon and took himself out of the boxers he was growing soft now and he quickly thought about his boss’s photo’s, he started to feel himself go hard again and gave himself a few strokes before he took the photo. He quickly went into the texts and sent the photo, before he realized who he sent the photo too. The name was Gerard.W he felt his heart stop beating as he quickly tapped on the phone to cancel the message from sending. “Fuck, Cancel,Cancel,Cancel” he said between each tap but it was too late the photo was sent he couldn’t deny it was him, his tattooed fingers were at the base of his cock gripping, his tattooed legs were showing and to top it all off, his work shirt was hanging on the chair that sat infront of his bed in full show to the camera ‘Keys and strings’. He took a deep breath not realizing he was holding it and felt himself shake in fear he just sent his boss a dick pic and he felt like he could die from embarrassment, to not make Gerrard feel weird he sent the photo to the right person and switched his phone off before he felt it vibrate with a text from Gerard.W. He dropped his phone next to him on the bed and pushed his fingers through his hair as he thought how much of a fucking idiot he was, tomorrow he had work and he couldn’t face Gerard he just couldn’t face his boss after this, he needed to think, think what the fuck he was going to do after this fuck up he could have fucked up his job entirely. He breathed out and tried to relax before he heard his land line chirp from across his apartment, he got up and tucked himself back into his boxers and ran towards the phone recognising the number that it was Gerard’s he couldn’t answer, he can’t talk to him when he’s in his normal state imagine now, he rejected the call and switched the land line off before he gazed up to the clock that hung on the wall of the kitchen….. he had eleven hours to be back to work….eleven hours to face Gerard.

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