Frerard - All Work and No Play

5

Gerard could barely keep the smile off his face as he sat in the back of the cab on his way home. He already knew that he was really into Frank, but their near kiss confirmed that Frank potentially felt the same way.

He swung open his front door and practically floated inside; a giddy feeling bubbling away inside.

Gerard hadn't had a relationship for a very long time. He had spent the last few years dedicated to his studies. He'd had a handful of one-night stands along the way, but with the very limited free time he'd ever had (between his college days and his work at the club), he simply couldn't be bothered. And he'd been fine with that. He liked his own company. Yet since first setting eyes on Frank all those months ago at the club, he had found himself thinking more and more about a relationship. He now liked the idea of sharing his weekends with someone, watching movies together and going for meals out. He now felt ready to cuddle up in bed with another man and simply talk about their days together. And he knew that other man that he wanted to do all that with was Frank.

It was strange really – the instant connection he felt with him. He made him feel excited and relaxed all at once. He felt completely comfortable around him even though he really shouldn't have done with the way he had to parade around the club. And he couldn't even understand why he felt so at ease with him, having only really had a couple of conversations with him. But he was and he was becoming increasingly besotted with him.

He showered and thought about the next night. He wanted to do something special, knowing he had the main stage and Frank would be there to see him. He decided on his tight pencil skirt, with stockings and white blouse. He could make a show of removing the garments for his show and then go all out with his dance when he was down to just his panties and stockings. God! He hoped Frank would like it. Or would he find it weird, him parading around in crisp white lace panties? Only one way to find out he supposed.

He was beyond nervous as he waited backstage for his cue. A couple of the other guys told him he looked hot, but he was suddenly filled with self-doubt. He regulated his breathing and forced himself to calm down just as he heard his name being announced. He inhaled one last deep lung full or air, before putting on his now perfected 'innocent' face and stepping out onto the stage.

The music was slow and sensual as Gee swayed from side to side; eyes closed and feeling the rhythm. Inside, all he could think about was whether Frank was there or not, but on the outside he was cool and collected. He strutted along the boards and looked out over his audience with wide eyes, making every single person feel that he was there to dance for them personally. He ran his hands over his body and slowly began to unbutton his blouse; teasing over his skin as it became visible to the audience. He dared to look over to Frank's spot and saw him tucked away in the corner; lips turned upwards and eyes firmly on Gerard's pale skin.

He turned away and let the material drop from his shoulders, before turning and bending down to make a show of removing his heels. Sitting on the edge of the stage, he crossed his legs as he again stroked over his body and up to his hair, yanking on it slightly and opening his mouth in pleasure. Finally removing his skirt, he received a rapturous applause as he lay across the stage in just the panties and stockings. This was the part of the performance where he usually pretended to have forgotten about the baying crowd and 'pleasure' himself. He hated acting this out in all honesty, but it was his thing, and he knew it got the money rolling. He was splayed out on the ground, writhing to the music and touching his body, before dipping his hand into his panties and acting out 'moaning'. He pushed up into his own hand and heard the audience volume increase. He rolled his eyes and played out being in ecstacy at his own touch. He could hear the crowd cheering and shouting filthy comments, but he simply blocked them out as best as he could. He did, however, wonder what Frank was thinking at this moment. He was picturing Frank's face, when he suddenly felt himself getting hard beneath his own touch. That had never happened on stage before, and honestly, it freaked him out a little. He quickly removed his hand and rolled onto his front as he heard the music coming to an end. He propped himself up on his elbows and crossed his feet at the ankles, looking all sweet and innocent as he waved goodbye to his audience.

Gerard grabbed his robe the instant he was backstage and covered himself up. He was surprised at himself for getting turned on at his own performance. What the fuck!

He cleaned up and changed into his jeans and t-shirt. He was done for the night so headed out front in the hope of Frank waiting for him. He found him at the bar again and blushed as he approached him, somewhat embarrassed by his act. Frank smiled wide as he saw him walk over. He had wanted nothing more than to rip those panties from him tonight and fuck him into oblivion. At least that's how he felt when he watched him on stage. The minute he was Gerard and not Gee, he would have been more than happy to sit and hold his hand whilst talking.

They did sit and talk, but there was no hand holding. Frank complimented him on his show again, but didn't go into too much detail, and then they both just chatted about everyday stuff.

"I'm in the car tonight" Frank told Gerard. "I can give you a ride home if you like."

Gerard knew that was Frank's way of letting him know he was interested, so happily agreed.

The two were quiet as they walked to Frank's car. A comfortable silence.

"Fuckin' hell!" Gerard said as Frank hit the fob to unlock the car. "This is your car?"

"Yeah" Frank replied with confusion. "Why?"

"Are you rich or somethin'?"

Frank laughed out loud. "I do alright."

"No shit" Gerard laughed as he made himself comfortable on the leather sports seat, running his hand over the chrome dash. "You gonna show me what this baby can do?"

Frank laughed and turned on the engine; Gerard laughing as it roared into life. "Where to?" he asked.

"Take me for a ride first, then I'll tell you my address" Gerard sassily replied.

"No problem sugar!" Frank replied, returning the nickname Gerard had given him the night they first talked, before hitting the gas and heading towards the highway.

Finally pulling up outside Gerard's house a while later, having both laughed and talked throughout the whole ride, Frank shut off the engine; both welcoming the silence.

Gerard turned in his seat towards Frank. "Thanks. That was fun" he smiled.

"Yeah!" Frank replied quietly.

He wanted to kiss him.

He wanted to kiss him so bad. He ached for it. It was all he could think about, but he couldn't seem to do it. He felt nervous and he didn't know why.

It was Gerard that plucked up the courage to broach the subject.

"So? You gonna kiss me goodnight?" he bravely asked.

Frank smiled and let out a relieved breath. "I would like nothing more."