POISON

if you can't hang

So rarely were they ever not working at the same time, and they enjoyed the moments where they could simply just relax like they were at a normal bar in the city. Not that work had ever stopped them from messing around, anyway. After having just gotten off stage, Gerard waltzed up to the bar to see Frank, who was sat on one of the stools around the other side of the counter for a change.

Seeing as he was sat with his back to him, Gerard greeted him by wrapping his arms around his waist, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Fancy seein' you here, stranger."

Only one person had ever touched or spoken to him like that, making a smile automatically spread across his face, and he turned his head to kiss Gerard's cheek. "Hello, darling."

"I just got off stage, so I've got a lot of time to spend with you." He returned the small favour, beginning to place kisses along Frank's jawline, to which Frank tilted his head to the side to give him better access, leaning back a little into his arms. "How long have ya got left?"

"Fifteen minutes." He murmured, aware of the way Gerard's hand was slowly moving lower towards his belt. "Poison–"

"Mhm, I know. Just teasin' ya." Placing one last kiss to his cheek, he reluctantly pulled away. Though before he could take a seat, Frank lightly grabbed a hold of his hips, guiding him to sit sideways on his lap – something he definitely wasn't going to object to, and he got comfortable as Frank linked his hands together, his arms around Gerard's waist.

Gerard smiled. "How's your night goin'?"

"Someone asked if they could get a photo with me, which was a bit weird, to be honest."

"D'you let 'em?"

"I said no, but then they did it, anyway." Frank fetched a phone that wasn't his out of his jeans pocket, holding it up for Gerard to see. "I confiscated it. She can have it back afterwards."

"I like it when you use that authoritative tone. You're the only one I'd let boss me around." Gerard said quietly, noticing an intrigued expression cross Frank's face, his eyebrows raised. He was going to remember that for later. For now, "Is she still here, or...?"

"Well, I didn't kick her out, I told her she can pick it up before she leaves, so I guess she's over there somewhere." He nodded towards the dance floor.

"I had someone try film me last week on stage," Gerard scrunched his nose. "I told that guy the same thing."

"They film you on stage?" Frank frowned.

"A lot of 'em are too scared, 'cause the regular knows I'll break their fuckin' phones if I want." A small smirk tugged at his lips as he brought a hand up to gently grasp Frank's chin. Their eyes locked. "You're the only one I'd let film me. Dancing, that is."

"I make sure I see you every night you work, I have you for real." Frank said, and a smile broke out on Gerard's face —he'd said the same thing half an hour ago.

He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he shifted on Frank's lap. "You really fuckin' do have me for real." With every word he'd said, he hadn't realised how he'd gradually been leaning in closer, and it only took a small tilt of his head for Frank to capture his mouth with his.

Gerard used the grip he had on Frank's chin to draw him impossibly closer, pushing against him as he eagerly opened his mouth, encouraging Frank to use his tongue.

One of Frank's hands left Gerard's waist to rest on his thigh, tracing the leather of one of the straps he was wearing to the inner of his thigh in a definitely non-delicate way, enjoying the way Gerard gasped into his mouth. What started out as slow quickly grew more intense as their breaths got faster. Both of Gerard's hands ended up tangled in Frank's hair, and he tugged on the strands, eliciting a low groan in response.