Poison (Frerard)

Honesty

"You were right, he just wanted to do some scheduling," Gerard said to Ray once he'd returned, smiling when he realised he only had another half hour until quitting time.

"Where'd you disappear to earlier?" Ray asked, the curiosity eating him up inside.

"I was out in the parking lot with a customer," the stripper replied casually, Ray not even surprised to hear it, having become used to his friend's nonchalant explicitly sexual acts by now.

"Wait, you're gonna be with two clients tonight?" the bartender asked after a few moments, distractedly mixing a drink for a customer then passing it off to one of the servers.

"Well, yeah..." Gerard said, confused by Ray's surprise. "I've been with two clients at the same time before, and this is what surprises you?" he chuckled, sliding behind the counter and helping wash the dirty glasses.

"I just thought that most guys wouldn't want to be with someone who was just fucked a few hours ago by some other guy..." Ray admitted, stacking the clean glasses back on their shelves.

"Well, I'm not really going to tell him," Gerard replied--as if it were that simple.

"He'll probably be able to tell..." Ray trailed off, worrying that he would soon be annoying his friend.

"He probably won't even notice," Gerard replied, more to convince himself than anything else. For some reason, he didn't want Frank to know he'd already been with another guy tonight, he didn't want the beautifully tattooed man to know he really was nothing more a cheap whore.

"You're right," Ray agreed, just wanting to move on to a new topic. "Do you have plans tomorrow night? Me and a few friends are having a sort of get-together thing to binge on horror films, and I'd like if you were there, too."

"I'll definitely be there. I love horror movies almost as much as sex," Gerard said excitedly, Ray chuckling at him. "Thanks for inviting me, Ray."

"Of course, you're my friend--probably my best friend, if I'm being honest," Ray replied with a warm smile, Gerard beaming back at him.

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Gerard didn't even bother changing back into his street clothes, he just bundled them in his arms and rushed out to his car. His run-down apartment building hardly ever showed signs of life, so he didn't worry about running into a rapist or something. Besides, his six inch heels made a pretty versatile weapon.

He tossed the clothes on his bed and stripped off his lingerie before stepping into the shower, the ancient water heater barely warming the water above icy cold. He quickly washed, his only type of soap and shampoo in the form of the little containers he'd stolen from hotels.

He dried his body and wrapped the towel around his head in a vague turban shape before rummaging through the pile of relatively clean clothes in the corner. He pulled on the first shirt that didn't have a stain on it, grabbing a random pair of jeans. Most of his clothes were black and tight anyways, so it wouldn't matter much what he picked.

His shaking hands and cloudy thoughts told him he needed his next fix soon, but he knew the effects it had in the beginning. He didn't want Frank to question his excitable mood or his erratic heartbeat as the drug settled in his system. He knew it would be risky, but he couldn't resist the euphoria of the white powder he so heavily depended on. He quickly snorted a line, wiping the excess from around his nostrils, before heading out.

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"Hey, Gee. I was wondering when you'd get here," Frank said when Gerard came through the hotel room door, pressing him against the door and kissing him heatedly.