In Where Gerard Is Awkward And Tries To Seduce Frank

(5) Gee's birthday is coming up and Lindsey hunts Frank down

Frank

Fuck I really don't want to move cause Gee's bed is comfortable as maybe some fucking clouds.

Gerard was breathing heavy and his eyes were half closed, moon bathing his pale, marked skin. It painted him like the piece of art he was. How his black hair is splayed and tangled from sex hair framed his face. The large hazel eyes and even if he thinks I didn't notice, his stretch marks just make him look strong. Show what he's been through.

In all honesty, I was pissed because someone busted out our somewhat... 'main office' for prostitutes because they had a vendetta against another one of us.

I think it's that fucking Kellin Quinn kid who can't keep someone from getting pissed at him.

Let's just say that if I'm caught whoring around if they find my number, it isn't pretty.

I'm just mainly pissed because of how much work I have to do to get myself off of the radar for all my clients. Pete knew my name because of how long he was a client and in the business. Everyone else knew me as Fun Ghoul. But now I have to change my fucking number, evidence I was even associated with the business, and my email. I need to probably just change my looks too. Maybe trim the sides down and bleach them.

No fucking idea how I will do this.

Slowly, I sat up and made my way to grab my clothing. The bed creaked under my weight as a went to pull up my boxers. A soft hand laid on my shoulder, his long, artist fingers trying to pull me back.

"Just... Stay tonight. You don't have to but we can talk in the morning." He breathed. Gerard slipped on a pair of batman pajama pants before removing the bed sheets and replacing them. I stood in kind of a trance, watching the moon light capture different angles of his face.

"Okay." I said quietly. Gee looked over and gave a small smile before crawling under the covers. His cat like body was moving before somehow settling gracefully under the covers.

With a heavy sigh, I joined him, getting in the other side.

Holy shit this bed feels nice.

Okay maybe staying until he can fall asleep might be okay. This bed feels amazing. Considering the fact I never actually took the time to appreciate this bed because I was normally fucking pounding into Gee into it...

Was this bed always comfortable? Maybe some sleep wouldn't... Hurt.

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I awoke to the smell of coffee. The room was bathed in sunlight and it took a second to realize where I was.

Gerard's place.

My eyes scan the room, looking for a clock, before finding it to be 9:07 a.m. I was late for work but these covers...

"Look alive, sunshine," Gee sang. "You have work to do. I already texted Jamia and said you crashed 'cause a fight so pass it on. I made coffee. Go get dressed and we can go get breakfast or some shit. Feel free to shower." He said, waving his hand dismissively. My eyes just stared at him. Gerard left soon after, a pair of clothing left out for him.

I snag the clothing and find the bathroom before turning the water on. I strip before getting in, the water soothing. It dropped down and made little pattering sounds like small drums. They raced down the plastic curtain and rained from over head.

I see Gerard's shampoo and conditioner, deciding it isn't terrible to use some of it. It smelt of coconuts and something else. It just smelt really fucking good.