Our Foundations from Decay

Gerards POV 49

Uh... what the hell?"
I whipped around, hands instinctively covering my crotch area to hide the big wet stain.
Oh, shit. It's the bartender.
I stared at the tall man. Dirty blonde curls cascade down his face, shaping his butch features perfectly.
Then I noticed the wad of cash in his hand.
We really need to get paid. Hopefully, he can forgive us.
"I just came to pay you guys... you walked out in the middle of yer set."
"We can finish it if you want!" Frank negotiated. He was good at persuading people, or maybe he's just good at wearing them down. Whatever it is, he managed to turn me gay so I knew he was good at it.
"No, no," the Irish man waved his hands, uncomfortable eyes dodging contact with ours, "I think you've done enough finishing for now"
I tried my best not to burst out laughing; the Irish accent made it a million times funnier, but Frank hurriedly dismissed his statement.
"Uh, well the crowd seemed to love our show. We need to get uh- cleaned up now so we'll just take that and be out of your way."
Frank's clammy hands reached for the cash, slinking it out of the bartenders grasp and grabbing my arm. "Thank you! Please consider us for your next event!" He yelled as we ran out of the makeup room.
I looked back at the poor Irish man, his confused face waving us goodbye.
"Er, yeah. Thanks for the show, lads."
Me and Frank trampled into the bathrooms. I immediately headed for some paper towels while Frank headed for the sink.
"Hey, Franky," I called out to him while I tugged a bunch of tissues from the dispenser, "D-did I get any... c-cum on you?"
I bit down on my lip, how embarrassing,..
"Uh, yeah, honey. Just a bit." He laughed.
"Oh, God..."
"Don't worry, that was really hot. Those noises you made..."
I could feel my dick getting hard at the mere mention of that scene. Red lust scattered on my face.
"Jesus, Frank. Shut up! I need to breathe after that."
He just shrugged, continuing on with washing his sinful hands.
"Here." I handed him tissues as he stuffed them down his pants, cleaning the wet mess down there; I followed in suit.
"If someone walks in right now we're screwed" we laughed as Frank finished cleaning up.
"Hey. Are you done cleaning yourself?" My boyfriend asked softly, devoted eyes flickering with suspicion as he stared at me.
I threw away my tissues, basketball style, aiming for the trash but missing like a loser.
"Yeah, why?" I asked as I did my walk of shame towards the bin, carefully discarding the obscene tissues this time.
"C'mere."
Franks clean hands wrapped around my thighs, scooping me into his lap as my legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.
"What the hell? How are you strong enough to pick me up? You're shorter than me."
I was stunned as he walked me toward the sink and sat me down on the bench. It was so romantic.
"I gave a lot of attention to your special place, honey. Didn't I?"
"M-mhm" I nodded, annoyed with the fact I didn't have long hair to hide my face anymore— it felt too exposing.
"But I haven't felt your lips in so long,"
Ah, that's where he was going with this.
I smiled at him as I leaned in, excited for a frankalicious taste.
"Oh, Frank" I moaned as he progressed into me, our movements flowing fluidly against each other.
But I barely got any taste as I heard an all too familiar accent, 'r's being rolled off the tongue with classic Irish charm.
"Oh, christ." Gasped the bartender as he walked in, stopping right in his tracks .
"Shit." I managed to hear Frank whisper under his breath.
"Listen, if you boys leave now, I won't take my money back and ban you from this place forever. But you gotta go now."
He seemed seriously traumatized, and neither I nor Frank were about to lose any cash we made, so it was on the road again for us.
"I just wanna say I'm so sor-"
"Don't say anything," he cut me off, "Just leave. Please!"
I nodded, and with that, me and Frank were out of there.

I buckled my mom into the backseat as Frank got behind the wheel.
"She fastened in all right?" He asked. I was glad he was humoring this whole weird thing I had with my mom. I think most people would find it weird and try to tell me she's dead and doesn't need to be treated like a living human, but I appreciated that Frank went along with it.
"She's good. We gonna visit your dad now?"
He glared at me with glinting eyes, a joy so precious. Eyes which revealed a little boy who missed his dad. I knew what it felt like; I knew all too well.
"Yeah. Thank you for being here for me through all of this-"
"No," I shook my head, "I should be saying that. I got us into this mess."
It was true, after all. Sort of crazy how it started out with me wanting to form a stupid school band.
"Well, either way, its led me to my dad. Thank you."