Poison (Frerard)

Drug Dealers

Gerard woke when it was still dark outside, only an hour or two of sleep to his name. He sat up and saw Ray's note out the corner of his eye, smiling at his afro'd friend's thoughtfulness.

He quickly read over it, grabbing a pen off the coffee table and scribbling a note of his own. His hands shook as he wrote, the letters wobbly and crooked. He had originally planned on staying the night, but now he just felt like he was imposing. He grabbed his jacket and flicked the lock on the front door, quietly pulling it shut behind him.

"Bye, Ray. See you at work later," he whisper-yelled, quiet enough that no one but himself would hear.

His keys clinked against each other as he struggled to get the right one in the ignition, his fingers lacking any dexterity whatsoever. He uttered a string of curses, angrily throwing his keys into the passenger seat. He hit his hands off the ring of the steering wheel, groaning in frustration.

"Fucking get yourself together," he hissed, dragging a hand down his face slowly. He took deep breaths and calmed some of the shakes in his hands, eventually trying again to start the car.

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His footsteps were heavy and loud as he trudged down the hall to his shitty apartment. They echoed down the dimly lit corridor, the only light fixture blinking on and off at random intervals. He was two numbers down from his when the light flicked out completely. He cursed, the sudden darkness scaring him. He ripped off his shoe and threw it at the rough, shadowy outline of the light, knocking it back on again.

He unlocked his apartment before slogging back down the hall to get his shoe, carelessly hurling it inside before slamming the door behind him. His mood was quite volatile, and every little thing that could possibly go wrong was.

He pulled off his other shoe and threw it at the wall, stomping into the kitchen. He roughly pulled open drawers, digging through them haphazardly. After pulling out quite a few and still not finding the precious white crystals he was looking for, he became even more angry.

He thoughtlessly yanked drawers open, many of them pulling off of the track and sagging crookedly out of the socket. "Fuck!" he roared, continuing his wild search to no avail. "Where the fuck is it?!"

Desperation filled him, fear that he wouldn't be able to find it like a cold vice around his throat. He dug back through drawers he'd already searched, frustrated tears pricking his eyes.

His hands shook furiously and his heart was racing, his body feeling completely out of control of his mind. "Did I fucking use it all up?!" he cried, running his hands through his hair and yanking on the tangled stands.

He frisked the stuff piled on the counter, knocking off and shattering an empty beer bottle in the process. He sank to the floor, pulling on his hair as his breathing came in angry gasps and tears ran down his face.

"I--I need more..." he murmured, quickly wiping the tears from his face. He lurched to his feet, not even bothering to lock his door before heading up to the floor above his.

"Matt! It's Gerard!" he shouted through the wooden door, pounding his fists. "Open up!"

"Do you have no respect? It's six in the morning," Matt said annoyedly as he opened the door, Gerard rushing in past him.

"Oh, God, Matt, I ran out... Please, I've got cash," the redhead rushed, pulling his well-worn wallet from his pocket and shoving the crumpled money into the dealer's hands.

"This is only three hundred; you know that's not enough," Matt replied firmly, a hungry look in his eyes as he gazed at the disheveled redhead before him.

"I'll get you the rest soon... Please, Matt, I really need it!" Gerard begged, pushing his hair back out of his face with a shaking hand.

"You know what you've got to do," the drug dealer replied, a slimy, disgusting smirk on his face.

Gerard was so desperate he didn't even hesitate to drop to his knees. Matt dropped his pants, the buckle of his belt hitting the floor with a gross clang. Gerard wasted no time teasing him, hollowing his cheeks as he slowly bobbed his head up and down. Matt made a satisfied grunt, bucking his hips into the redhead's mouth and making him gag for a moment.

He gripped Gerard tightly by the hair, forcing his head up and down. He fucked his face like this for a few minutes, making Gerard gag and choke multiple times. He eventually came inside his mouth, Gerard barely resisting the urge to spit it out back in his face.

"Can I have it now?" he asked impatiently, brushing off the knees of his jeans as he waited for Matt to get his clothes back on.

"Give me a minute," the drug dealer said dismissively, taking his time with buckling his belt.

"Matt!" Gerard shouted desperately, hitting his fists against his thighs to expend some of his frustrated energy.

"Alright, alright. There's a line or two on the coffee table... I'll bag up the rest of yours," Matt sighed annoyedly, heading off to his bedroom.

Gerard flew over to the table, sighing in relief as he gazed upon the tiny, white crystals. He knelt down and snorted a line, his nostrils on fire with the first few inhalations. He didn't think twice before snorting the second one as well, his hands finally ceasing to shake and his heartbeat, though still quite fast, felt less erratic and harsh in his chest.

"Thank you, thank you," he murmured when Matt came back and handed him the small Ziploc bag, a dreamy look on his face.

"Come back any time," Matt said as he left, a perverse tone to his voice, not that Gerard noticed--he was too busy embracing the euphoria of getting his next fix.

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I know this chapter isn't very long, but I wanted to update before the weekend...

And I'll probably have the next chapter up tomorrow night or early Saturday morning (like 3 am early)

Thanks for reading!

-Bren

*Gerard selling himself for drugs is purposefully as unglamorous and unsettling as I can make it, but I'm sorry if it makes anyone really uncomfortable*
*also, sorry if I'm not quite accurate about the side-effects of cocaine, I'm just going off of this one website I found that listed the effects of it and whatnot*
*one last thing: don't do drugs kids, they'll ruin your life*