Poison (Frerard)

Domestic

"Frankie? I didn't expect to see you here," Gerard said happily, perching himself in Frank's lap. His ribs had been completely healed for a few days now and he was back to work as normal, the silver pole still easy for Gerard to twirl around and grind on.

"You know I wouldn't miss a chance to see you," Frank replied with a smile, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Gerard's neck. His hands lightly rested on his hips, his grip tightening a bit when Gerard grinded down on him.

"Hey, Frankie..." Gerard purred, standing back to his feet. Frank couldn't help the hungry way he looked up and down Gerard's body, the black lace and leather garters enough to drive any man crazy. His gaze softened into adoration when looked into his face, the love he felt for this beautiful man outweighing his lust.

"You know what we haven't done in a while?" Gerard asked in a husky whisper, leaning down close to the tattooed man's ear.

"I can think of a few things," Frank replied, an amused smirk curving his lips. He certainly knew what Gerard was referring to, for he had just been having similar thoughts.

"Come on, Frankie, it's been weeks... That's the longest I've ever gone since I was, like, fifteen," Gerard quietly whined, the younger man chuckling at him.

"Then I'm sure you can be patient until your shift is over," Frank replied amusedly, enjoying teasing the redhead.

"Tease," Gerard grumbled, though a smile tugged his lips.

"Hey, you're the one who came over and sat in my lap," Frank jokingly defended, a grin on his face.

"Isn't that what boyfriends do?" Gerard chuckled back, a hint of shyness crossing his face. "I don't have much experience with proper relationships..."

"I know, and that's okay. I don't have any expectations of you, if that's what you've been worried about. I'm in love with you, so why in the world would I want you to change?" Frank chuckled softly, love in his eyes as he looked at his boyfriend.

"I love you so much, Frankie," Gerard said softly, leaning down and gently kissing his lips before standing back up. He smoothed out the wrinkles in his apron, blowing a kiss before heading over to the bar to get back to work.

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Frank hated the way the men in the club treated Gerard, but there wasn't much he could do. He couldn't get in a fight with every man that talked down to him or groped him; he'd have to fight every man in the club if he did that. He tried to ignore the raucous laughter and the aggressively cocky behavior, but that's extremely hard to do when the man you love is trapped in the middle of it.

He stuck near the bar with Ray, glancing over every once in a while. He only briefly followed Gerard with his eyes, quickly looking away again as if he was embarrassed.

"Hey, I know this is a weird experience for you, but relax a little," Ray said comfortingly, pouring him another tumbler of scotch. "He's not going to get hurt."

"That's not the only thing I'm worried about..." Frank said quietly, swirling the ice around in his glass before swallowing the alcohol.

"Frank, if you haven't told him this bothers you than he has no fucking clue what you're feeling. It's not fair for you to doubt him when you haven't even told him what you want," Ray replied gently, a slight hint of frustration in his tone.

"Fuck, Ray, I fell in love with him while he was doing this and it didn't use to bother me, but now... I just don't know. I hate thinking about him with another man, but it's not my place to tell him what to do," Frank sighed, dragging a hand through his hair.