Together (Frerard, Petekey, Ryden)

7. The Guy

Where the hell was Mikey? Gerard wondered as he pushed his way through sweaty bodies trying to find his brother.

"Hey cutie." Came a high pitched voice from beside Gerard, who ignored it. He had a mission.

Gerard broke away from the crowd and tripped over his own feet as he made his way to the bar. He hadn't seen Mikey for hours and really wanted to find him. He was a little bit drunk and it felt great.

He almost fell on his face before an arm wrapped around his waist, catching him. He muttered out a thanks and finally reached the bar, "mission" forgotten.

"One vodka cranberry please!" Gerard slurred. A few moments later, the drink was set in front of him and he drank it in one gulp. That tasted awesome. He laid some change on the counter and wobbled his way to the stools on the other side of the counter. He sat down on one, almost falling into someone in the process.

"Hey." He said to the guy next to him. He looked a little familiar but Gerard was too drunk to care who he was. The guy coughed a bit before looking at Gerard with wide eyes.

"Um hey." He said. Gerard thought he was awfully cute.

"I'm having a great time. Are you?" Gerard leaned closer to the guy next to him.

"You're drunk." The guy said.

"No. I'm Gerard." Gerard slurred and placed his hand on the guy's thigh. The guy flinched slightly at the contact but Gerard ignored it. "I'm having a great time." Gerard repeated and the guy smiled, showing off his dimples.

"Me too." The guy smiled wider and Gerard caught a glimpse of his teeth. "Do you recognize me at all?" The guy asked. Gerard raised his eyebrow.

"No." Gerard replied then shouted at the bartender. "Drinks please!" then quieter and only to the guy "I'm having a great time."

"I know." The guy laughed.

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Many drinks and a small while later, Gerard and the guy were getting in a taxi together.

"Where to?" The driver asked. The guy mumbled a response and the driver nodded and began to drive.

Gerard placed his hand dangerously close to the guy's crotch and the guy gasped and slapped his hand on top of Gerard's to prevent it from moving any closer. Gerard loved having this effect on someone.

"Calm down." Gerard whispered seductively. Or at least Gerard thought he whispered, but the weird look the driver gave the suggested otherwise.

"Shut up Gerard." The guy hissed, looking embarrassed.

"No you!" Gerard sloppily pressed his lips against the guy's. The guy kissed back. And for a few minutes they lazily made our in the back of a taxi until the driver cleared his throat awkwardly.

"We're here."

The guy handed the driver a few bills and Gerard and him got out of the cab.

"This is a nice house." Gerard slurred as the guy unlocked and opened the front door.

"You're really very drunk." It seemed like the guy was just noticing it now. They stepped into the house.

"I'm fine." Gerard said, and as soon as the guy closed the door, Gerard slammed his back into it and began furiously kissing him.

"Maybe we shouldn't." The guy said sheepishly into the kiss. Gerard disconnected their lips and pulled the guy's shirt over his head.

"Shut the fuck up." Gerard hissed, and slipped his jacket and t-shirt off, tossing them onto the floor. He pressed his lips back to the guys.