your place or mine?

fin.

The day was long and boring, Frank could think of a hundred other things he'd rather be doing instead of serving coffee to asshole office workers, and being fucked by his new boyfriend was many of those thoughts. Each in different ways and situations of course. Any fears or worries he once had about being a submissive disappeared after the first week of him and Gerard being together. He only ever thought about his past relationship to compare how incredibly shit and dry it was compared to this new adventure with Gerard.

They were now coming up to the three month mark of their relationship and Mikey had practically kicked Gerard out of his house so Frank had taken him in with open arms, not only because it would please his dominant but because Frank really fucking loved the older man. More than he would care to admit out loud this early on in the relationship. He had confessed his love to Gerard during a post orgasm daze a couple of weeks back to which Gerard replied with a brief kiss on the head and a quiet 'I know'. Frank did feel like he rushed into it which is why Gerard didn't say it back, he was almost convinced that some of Gerards previous partners were never as desperate as himself. Every day since he embarrassed himself the thought of not being loved plays on his mind, like an angel and demon on each shoulder one giving him hope and the other telling him he's just being used. And of course that is correct, part of their relationship is to be used but he tries to convince himself that it isn't the sole purpose of being together. He just lets his thoughts take over instead of actually asking his boyfriend why he's so hesitant to say it back.

"Sugar?" A voice cut through his thoughts.
"There" he said dryly making a half assed gesture to his left where the service station of condiments was. A laugh cut through his voice deeper than the voice and it snapped him back into reality and he looked to see Gerard on the opposite side of the counter.
"Gee?"
"Are you day dreaming?" The older replied cocking an eyebrow with a smile.
"Yeah I guess so" Frank straightened himself up not realising he was slouched over the counter, he scanned the lobby to see Gerard was the only other person in the room with him, Chase had to run to another store for some stock and left Frank in charge of himself and the store. Mistake.
"Are you working by yourself today?"
"Only until Chase is back, stock run" Frank replied making his boyfriend his favourite Black coffee.
"How long as he been gone for?"
"About twenty minutes" he placed the mug on the counter in front of Gerard who smiled at the smell.
"How long until he's back?" The older asked picking up his mug a tint of suggestiveness in his voice.
"Uh could be another hour I reckon, why?"
The redhead only smiled in reply as he took a sip of the brew.

Gerards throat must be made out of some heatproof shit because that motherfucker could drink a boiling coffee without even flinching and not just small sips, he can finish a mug in a few minutes of it being poured, which is what he just did like he was in a rush. Frank knew he wasn't in a rush to get to work because his boyfriend was still unemployed and living at his rent free. Gerard put the empty mug back on the counter and slid it towards Frank who caught it before it could fall and smash against the floor.
"Woah be careful Gee" he said with a small sigh as he felt his heart stop as he almost lost grip of the mug. He placed it with the other dirty mugs he hadn't gotten round to cleaning yet. He looked at the floor where the dregs of the coffee had landed and he went to grab the paper towels from the counter before Gerards hand yanked them away.
"Lick it up"
"What..?" Frank looked at Gerard who had a straight face but dark eyes.
"You heard me, lick it up. Your tongue has been in filthier places"
Frank had to quickly check no one had entered the lobby because Gerard wasn't exactly being quiet with his choice of words. Luckily it was still just them and the streets outside were empty, like a ghost town.
"Here? We're doing this here?" It was only a small protest from the younger, he wouldn't refuse any sexual activity with Gerard but he couldn't leave shop floor so they weren't going to be protected by the closed door of the bathroom, and there were cameras directly above them.
"Lick. It. Up" his tone grew darker as Frank still hadn't obeyed him. Frank gave him one more look to see if there was any hint of him joking but he couldn't see it and he got the confirmation he needed that it wasn't a joke when Gerard opened the gate of the counter and met him on the staff side. Gerards hand found it's way into Franks hair where he gripped some locks and pushed Frank down onto his knees. 'This is definitely happening.' Frank thought to himself.