This Is Our Second Skin (Frerard)

1: Gay Sex Is Better Than Fresh Donuts

*above picture is of Frankie's dress*

Gerard kept telling himself he wouldn't go back to the club, and even if he did, it would only be for a drink, and not to see her, but that was exactly where he found himself on the night of her next performance, perched on his usual barstool and trying his hardest not to drool as she took the stage.

This club was more of a theater than a bar, with nightly performances ranging from poetry readings to new bands trying to find their footing somewhere, to the famous drag queen night that was now Gerard's favorite. Gerard had always liked this club, even before he had discovered Frankie's existence, but now that he had, he was here weekly instead of every now and then.

He hadn't missed one of her performances yet, and even though he had work in the morning, and he would probably end up regretting this tomorrow when he was drifting off at his desk, Gerard knew if he had stayed home, he would be up all night bemoaning the fact that he hadn't gone to the club to see Frankie.

When the lights dimmed slightly, Gerard leaned forward on his seat eagerly until he was in danger of toppling off the stool, but he didn't care. He was desperate for his first glimpse of Frankie, a week had been too long without her gorgeous visage gracing his eyes, and even though Gerard realized how weird that sounded, he was past the point of caring.

Gerard felt his breath catch in his chest when she walked into the spotlight, everything else around him faded out, and the entire world was composed of Frankie. She swayed up to the microphone confidently, rocking her six inch heels and tight slinky dress better than any biological woman Gerard had ever met.

Frankie was stunning - no other adjective could describe her better, and if Gerard met her on the street, he would definitely have thought that she was a biological woman. She just looked so feminine, even though he knew most of that was because of the padding and makeup.

Her dress was black tonight, covered in soft sequins that shimmered every time she moved, and her neon purple pumps stood out brightly against the otherwise dark ensemble. Her makeup was flawless - as always, her winged eyeliner and painted lips drawing attention to her best features. Her wig was long and full, black in color - like usual, but it was styled more elegantly than Gerard had ever seen it before, and he felt his brain shortening out at her beauty.

If Gerard had to pick his favorite thing about Frankie though, it would be her tattoos; the full sleeves and neck pieces should have made her look more masculine and ruined the illusion, but it didn't. Gerard could lose himself in her ink, and he ached to know what was hidden underneath the thin dress, because he would bet good money that there was more body art under the silky material, but he would never find out.

The first chords of the song Frankie was performing began to play, and Gerard recognized it instantly; it was Yesterday by The Beatles, which was one of Gerard's favorite songs, but Frankie could literally just stand there and mumble into the microphone and Gerard would be enthralled.

Frankie wasn't as theatrical as some of the performances that were hosted at this club, but she had a very loyal following, and even though Gerard enjoyed some of the more showy acts, Frankie would always be his favorite.

Gerard wasn't sure why he had such a fascination with Frankie, but he did, and it was quickly turning into an obsession instead of simply mild interest. She was just so perfect, and Gerard honestly didn't know if he wanted to sleep with her, or be her.

Gerard had never thought a drag queen would be his type, but from the first moment he had laid eyes on Frankie when his friends had forced him to go bar hopping with them for some reason or another, Gerard had fallen head over heels, and his infatuation had only grown with time.