A Kiss And I Will Surrender (Frerard One Shot)

A Kiss And I Will Surrender

"Mikey, this is a fucking awful idea."

Somehow, he had managed to coax Gerard out of the house, and then downtown, and then - to a strip club, of all places. Gerard was regretting ever trusting his brother.

"Gee, it's going to be fine. You need a night out anyway."

Gerard would have to agree with that, as all he did was lock himself in the basement and draw. Sure, that was his job, but he really didn't have a good excuse.

However, he did hate strip clubs, with a passion he never knew he had, because all the sweaty bodies and the smell - don't let him start on the smell - it was never something he enjoyed.

Next time he would make an excuse and stay in the basement.

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Frank wasn't nervous for tonight's show, but when was he nervous? He was a cocky little fucker, in every sense of the phrase.

Really, he was excited, because a friend of his had informed him that he was bringing someone to set Frank up with. This prospect, which was new, delighted Frank, and he couldn't possibly wait until the end of the night, so he worked some magic with the help of a little money and managed to reserve the VIP room for himself and the mystery boy.

In all seriousness, Frank hoped it wouldn't be a boy, because then that would be really fucking awkward. But then, how would Mikey manage to sneak a young boy in? He prayed to someone, anyone, that whoever Mikey brought would be over 18. Frank needed some relief. At this point, he was overthinking things, and so he shook the thoughts away and made his way onstage.

As the music played, Frank felt the familiar sensation take over him, and everything was a blur. He could hear the music, and the people in the crowd screaming. He slowly pulled of each article of clothing, teasing the audience to the best of his ability.

And when he was no longer wearing any clothes, through the blur he found a familiar head of red hair in the crowd.

Why was he here? Is this who Mikey brought? Frank could definitely handle that. Gerard wasn't a friend, kind of an acquaintance. They had met through Pete, and there had been something, some type of energy between them.

Frank let this energy out into his performance, and as the song ended, the crowd was screaming for more. As he took a bow, he caught the red haired man's eye. His face was flushed, and he was biting his lip. Frank smirked and gave him a wink before retreating offstage.

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Gerard watched as the dark haired, tattooed man strutted onstage. As he began dancing, and slowly peeling off his clothes, Gerard was struggling to not get hard.

Mikey tapped him on the shoulder. "That's Frank. You two have the VIP room after his performance."

Gerard blushed, whining just a little. "Mikey, why do you do shit like this?"

Mikey smirked. "You really need to get laid, and don't you dare deny it."

After that, Mikey went to the bar to sit next to a curly haired man.

Gerard brought his attention back to the performance, and the tattooed man soon had him rethinking his choice of jeans for the night. These were definitely far too tight.

As the song ended, the man caught Gerard's eye and winked. This caused the red haired man to bite his lip harder, something he didn't even realize that he was doing.

And then it hit him.

This was Frank, the man he had met at Pete's house last week. The one that caused Gerard to have to leave early, because of a certain...problem.

Gerard made a mental note to thank Mikey.

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Frank entered the VIP room dressed in his normal clothes. His eyes immediately caught those of the red haired man in front of him.

"Gerard." He nodded. "Remind me to thank Mikey."

This caused Gerard to smirk. "Oh, but you'll be thanking me later."

Frank really hadn't expected Gerard to act like this, considering the first time they met, he was extremely shy.

All it took was a look and then their mouths were pressed together, moving feverishly.

Gerard gasped. "Oh, fuck - Frank!"

This earned a smirk from Frank as he tugged on Gerard's pants.

"This okay?" He gasped.

Gerard nodded.

They stayed like that, skin pressed against skin and mouths moving hot against the other's, and Gerard wasn't regretting his choice of pants now that they were off him.

And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be staying in the basement at night anymore.