your place or mine?

Gerards grip on his arms was tight, not so tight that it hurt but enough to bring him back to his senses. Franks cheeks were flushed red, almost as bright as the elders hair. It was red from a mix of three things; hot coffee on his face, anger and embarrassment that his first meet with Gerard had to end up like this. Embarrassed was an understatement, he wanted to shrivel up into a ball and hide himself from everyone's eyes that were on him, especially Gerards. He could feel the stare of the honey and forest green orbs burning through his skin, maybe it was the coffee though.

He blinked a few times and took a breath to calm himself down, this wasn't his first encounter like this with a customer and it gets you so worked up that you begin to sweat and shake with adrenaline. He was very ready to swing for this asshole but luckily Gerard was there to save him from losing his job, the job he actually liked. Now a lot calmer he had noticed the dickhead was no longer there and everyone had gone back to drinking and making coffees like nothing even happened, all except Gerard. Frank felt a shift in the warmth of his front and looked to see Gerard was currently undressing him of his coffee soaked apron. If Frank still didn't have some form of built up anger in him he would've thought dirty thoughts instantly, instead he let Gerard take it from him and he began dabbing his face with napkins from the dispenser.

"Didn't know you worked here" he barely heard Gerard say. He was too focused on how close they were and the touch from Gerard's long and pale fingers against his face. He couldn't help but stare at his face, he was prettier in real life. He still had very young features he could get away with saying he was franks age for sure.

"I said are you okay?" He blinked in response as Gerard's voice brought him out of his trance.

"Mm good" he barely got out to which Gerard smiled in response.

"You sure sugar?" That was enough to really snap Frank out of his daze. Gerard's voice was nasally and quite higher than he expected but as soon as the word 'sugar' came from him it was on a low tone that made franks dick twitch. Definitely not the time. He cleared his throat straightening himself up to make it seem like his mind and dick weren't pondering over the word and the way it was said.

"I'm good" he said again, this time clearer. He looked down at where Gerard's hand was holding onto his arm his grip still strong like he was trying to claim him as his own. Gerard followed Franks eyes and let go.

"Here" Gerard handed him his apron. Frank took it now starting to feel an overwhelming awkwardness fill the air.

"Two black coffees" he heard Chase call out beside them on the opposite side of the counter.

"Thank you" Gerard said fumbling for the money he put back in his pocket when all the commotion started.

"On the house" he said putting his hands up in a defensive way and winking at Frank, clearly giving him an 'OK' to take the rest of the shift off to spend with the redhead.

"Oh, you sure?" Gerard asked already putting the money away, he's never going to refuse free coffee. Chase returned his question with a smile and a small nod. Frank was in such a predicament here, he knew that Chase knew who he was and also knew that he was going to tease Frank about the whole incident the next time they were on shift together. Frank hadn't even noticed Gerard had disappeared to a table with the coffees and returned back to his side empty handed.

"Let's get you cleaned up" Gerard said with a tone that Frank couldn't really read but Frank definitely knew he didn't have a say in the matter as the older walked him to the customer toilets.

They were inside and before Frank could even say anything Gerard had Franks back pressed against the long counter of sinks. Hot!

"You're soaked through" Gerard said gesturing to Franks coffee stained undershirt that just so happened to be white. Great choice Starbucks.
"What's the point in issuing aprons if they don't actually protect you" he said more as a statement than a question.

"You know, I don't think marketing based the uniform on the event that we were gonna get coffees thrown at us" Frank defended the company, he didn't know why, small talk maybe?

"Did it burn you?" Gerard asked lifting up the fabric to check Franks skin.

Oh. They both thought at the same time.

Gerard got an eyeful of two inked birds and barbed wire that rested above Franks waistband, a small trail of hair accompanying the tattoos. His skin was darker than Gerard's and the contrast of his paler hand resting against where the coffee had landed was a pretty sight for the both of them. Frank was so on edge, he was there in a public restroom in his own place of work with a hot, older man staring at his lower half and his hand on his bare stomach. Gerard had the upper hand here. He had Frank pressed against the sinks and he'd already began to undress him out in the lobby, he could definitely go further. He wanted to.

His finger began to trace the lines of the birds and he felt Frank shiver beneath his touch which caused a smile to spread across his face. Frank would have taken that moment to ponder over how small Gerard teeth were but the thought got pushed to the back of his mind as he felt Gerard's finger move lower down his ink. Now Frank wasn't an exhibitionist of any sort but right now he didn't care if someone came waltzing into the restroom and caught them, he was incredibly turned on and practically gasped when two fingers slid themselves below the waistband of his briefs.

He held his breath as Gerard began to lower himself and lick where the coffee had made contact with Franks skin. This had all happened way to quickly for Frank to think straight, just ten minutes ago Gerard was just someone he had texted, could've even been a catfish and now his mouth was all over the lower half of his torso and moving even lower.

Suddenly Frank found his hands moving towards Gerard head and into the fiery red locks. Frank could feel Gerards smirk against his skin as he moved lower to where his fingers rested beneath the elastic of Franks underwear. It was very obvious Frank was turned on by what was happening, his jeans had become extremely tight and his cock liked the pressure but was begging to be released at the same time.

Frank watched as Gerards fingers moved away from Franks skin and he let out a desperate whimper. Gerard just smiled at Frank before connecting their lips. It was hot and messy but neither of them could care. Franks cheeks were flushed red and Gerard could feel the heat as his pale hands cupped them taking the kiss deeper. Tongues were fighting and teeth clashing together at a desperate pace but they soon managed to find a common rhythm to the kiss just as Gerard began palming Frank through his jeans filling the kiss with deep moans from the shorter.

With a few small rubs and a bite of Franks lip, Gerard was pulling himself away. The heat from their bodies touching for so long abandoned quickly and it took Frank a few seconds to realise that Gerard had picked up the apron that Frank had dropped on the floor during their make out session. He flapped it a few times and hooked it around Franks neck.

"I have a coffee waiting for me" Gerard said plainly.

"W-what?" Frank was so confused. Surely Gerard wasn't going to get him in this state and just leave? But he saw Gerard begin to walk to the door and without thinking Frank reached forward and took a hold of his arm with a small 'Wait' escaping his lips. The touch didn't last long though because within seconds Gerard had Frank pinned to the wall and Franks eyes were wide and was already breaking a sweat.

"You're not to finish yourself off" Gerards voice was low, almost a growl.

"What?" Frank barely replied. Was he scared? Nervous? Turned on? All of them.

"Im here for coffee with my brother, you didn't think you'd get all the attention did you Frankie? Tut tut"
Gerard let go of Frank with a smirk and Frank was so confused.

"We will finish this off later tonight, say seven? Your place or mine?" Gerard asked, his voice still low and Frank just looked at him, he was too confused about the situation to say anything.

"Okay, I'll send you my address, and I mean it Sugar, you're not to touch yourself" He says as he takes a fistful of Franks throbbing cock in his hand. Frank let out a soft whimper nodding. And as quick as he was to grope him Gerards hand let go and walked out leaving a very flushed, confused and turned on Frank looking at the door.