Broken Promises (A Frerard Fanfic)

Chapter 1 - The Bar

A classic rainy Thursday night in Belleville, New Jersey Gerard ran into the one person he never expected to run into; Roger Waters. Roger was drunk and horny as hell and Gerard was very tempted by the older man.

Gerard's POV:

I was sitting at the bar after a long day at the recording studio, getting a few drinks and meeting up with some old friends. I felt hands on my hips and was shocked so I turn around to see Roger Waters; the ex-Pink Floyd member with a lustful and intoxicated look in his eyes

Roger: "Hello, stud..."

I felt his breath against my lips, feeling a surge of arousal

Roger: "Meet me in the loo in five"

Roger then turns and stumbles away drunkenly, I was in a daze but since I was slightly intoxicated I agree. Five minutes later I make my way to the bathroom

My eyes widen as I stare at Roger, my heart racing with excitement. I can't believe this is really happening - the legendary Pink Floyd member is here, in the bathroom of this dive bar, and we're about to engage in some kinky fun.

I moves closer to Roger, my cock already hardening at the thought of what's about to happen. I reach out and grab Roger's hand, leading him into one of the stalls. Once we're inside, I lock the door and turn to face Roger.

"I've been wanting this for so long," I says breathlessly, my voice low and husky. "I've been such a fan of yours for years."

Roger chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I can tell," he says, running a hand down my chest. "You're quite the enthusiast, aren't you?"

I nod eagerly, my hand moving to Roger's waistband. I tug gently at the fabric, pulling it down to reveal Roger's thick cock. My mouth waters as I look at it, already imagining how it will feel in my mouth.

"Mmm, yes," Roger moans softly, his hips moving involuntarily as I begin to stroke him. "That's it, baby. Suck me off."

I don't need to be told twice. I drop to my knees, taking Roger's cock into my mouth and sucking hard. I bob my head up and down, loving the feeling of Roger's cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

Roger groans loudly, his hands finding their way into my hair. He holds onto me tightly, enjoying the sensation of my hot mouth on his cock. As I continues to suck him off, he reaches down and grabs a handful of my ass, squeezing it firmly.

I moan around Roger's cock, my own arousal growing by the second. I can feel Roger's precum filling my throat and dribbling down my chin a little

Just then, the door to the bathroom opens and footfalls are heard as a pair of leather combat boots are seen outside from under the stall. The silence deafening, but broken by the sound of someone pissing in the urinal. My head snaps up at the sound of the door opening, my heart pounding in my chest. I quickly pull my mouth off of Roger's cock, both of us looking over at the newcomer.

"Fuck," I  whispers, my voice shaky with fear. "We've gotta get out of here."

Roger nods, his eyes darting around the bathroom. "Yeah, let's go," he says, grabbing his pants and pulling them up.  I do the same, quickly zipping up my fly. I take Roger's hand and make our way out of the stall, heading for the door. As they approach the man at the urinal, I can't help but notice how well-built he is. He's not really tall but broad-shouldered, with short black hair that looked all to familiar...

"Excuse me," I say, trying to sound casual. "We're just gonna head out now."

The man looks up at them, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, I think you're gonna stay right here," he says, his voice deep and menacing.