POISON

sharpest lives

Hotels could be fucking expensive sometimes, giving Gerard a vague idea of just how much Sebastian treasured their time together. For a client he saw after hours, Gerard actually kind of liked spending nights with him. Not in an intimate way, but because it was fun.

Unlike the majority of after-hours clients he'd had in the past, Sebastian was unattached. No wife he was hiding from, or kids he had to return to at home. It was just him, and Gerard felt a lot better about their interactions knowing there wasn't another life he had to race back to afterwards. Sebastian wanted someone to adore, to treasure, to spoil with pretty things – and there was no way on earth Gerard would ever refuse that offer.

They'd met at the club eleven months ago. This had been the longest he'd spent with any one client on his own time outside of the club. He only hoped Sebastian wasn't getting too attached or too close.

Yesterday, Sebastian had called to make last minute arrangements, resulting in Gerard rushing around his apartment, trying to remember where he'd left the fur coat Sebastian had kindly bought him. He'd been tempted to search up the price on the internet but had ultimately decided against it. If it was really expensive, Gerard would have felt the need to further impress and give even more than he already did.

The hotel room had a double bed in the centre, an on-suite, and a huge comfortable couch facing a TV. It was close to luxury, honestly, compared to how little Gerard spent decorating his own home, and he rather enjoyed it there. At the moment, he was lying on the couch, only in underwear, while Sebastian was getting dressed. His clothes had been thrown around the room the previous night.

"Can I at least sleep in my clothes?" He stretched out like a cat, relieving some of the tension in his muscles. His back ached slightly, but he'd grown to kind of like the feeling. It just meant he'd had a fucking good time. "It gets cold at night, y'know?"

Eyebrows raised, Sebastian looked over at him. "Do you think you've earned it?"

Both of them knew Gerard would do whatever he wanted the second Sebastian left the building, but it was fun to play games.

"Honey, I let you use me however you want." He crawled over to the arm of the couch, leaning forwards off the edge so that they were closer. Eyes narrowed in a cunning kind of way, he smirked, "I've earned it."

"You also enjoy it." Sebastian countered, noticing the way Gerard's smirk just grew wider. "Don't act like you don't love being bossed around." He grabbed hold of Gerard's chin, drawing him in even closer, watching the way his eyes started to close as his gaze dropped to his lips. "That's why you're my favourite."

Then he let go to fetch his tie off the bedpost.

"I'm everyone's favourite," He folded his arms across his chest. "At least let me wear a shirt."

Snatching a shirt up off the floor, an over-sized dark blue one that Gerard had brought, he chucked it towards him. It landed on the back of the couch, and Gerard picked it up, slipping it on.

"I'm already letting you sleep here. The room is pre-paid, don't order room service, and don't take anything from the mini bar – it's too over-priced. I better not find I've been charged for anything extra."

"I'll be perfectly behaved."

"I should hope so." He fetched his coat off the back of the door, where Gerard's fur coat was also hung up. Sebastian's was a dark grey trench coat.

Admittedly, Gerard didn't want him to leave yet, it was only midnight, and there were at least two or three hours where they could have been doing so much more. So, he got up off the couch, swaying his hips slightly as he walked towards him, hands clasped behind his back.