Acquainted -Frerard Oneshot-

Part 1

He danced alone, not caring. Lights flashed around him. No one in the room is entirely sober and happy about it. Bodies grinded and mixed into one mass of body and sex and sweat. The night is reaching it's peak and Gerard still dances alone. A girl appeared behind him and whispered flirtatious offers into his ear as Ariana Grande's, Dangerous Woman played and they danced slowly. Her name was Lynn-Z and she was a college student, like Gerard. Gerard was hoping to get laid tonight but so far, guys and girls have been turned off by Gerard's appearance. Not that he's not attractive, or fit or fuckable. He's just, different, you could say.

Lynn-Z roams her hands over Gerards shoulders and chest, resting her hands on Gerard's ass. She leaned in to kiss Gerard and he met her lips eagerly. It's been too long for Gerard. Gerard moves his hands into Lynn-Z's hair, just lazily making out on the dance floor. They roam each other's bodies and mouths, touching every inch they could reach. Gerard has his hands on Lynn-Z's hips comfortably while she removed her hands from Gerard's delectable thighs and ass to reach at his near shoulder-length, black hair and pull softly. The man moans at the action and presses his hips to Lynn-Z's, ready to take this back to his apartment.

Lynn-Z pulls away abruptly, "What the fuck?" Gerard looks at her confused and still lust ridden. She looks down at the forming problem in Gerard's pants that is still pressed against her slightly. "You're a dude?" She pulls away even further and Gerard feels overwhelmingly defeated.

"I'm sorry. I thought you knew."

"Nah, I was pretty sure you were a chick. I'm not straight, but I mean-I'm sorry, dude."

"It's okay."

Lynn-Z starts to walk away and turns to face Gerard, She has to yell to make herself heard, "I had fun, Gerard! I wish you the best of luck." Gerard just nods as Lynn-Z disappears into the crowd of bodies. Her silhouette gets lost in the neon lights and Gerard is alone and even more sexually frustrated now. He looks down at himself, like he didn't spend an hour just picking out what top to wear. Converse and gray knee-highs with a black skater skirt, a skinny white belt and loose fitting, red t-shirt that reads "MEOW". Gerard threw an oversized red leather jacket on and was so confident in his choice of clothing, he always has been. He didn't have on a lot of makeup, just enough to accent his eyes and naturally pink lips. Swaying softly and now unsure of himself, Gerard makes his way farther into the dance floor core, hoping to get lost there.

Gerard is ready to leave and try again another night, seeing as his confidence is now lacking. But something stops him, KE$HA starts playing and Gerard full on squeals. We Are Who We Are has always been one of Gerard's favorite songs to dance to so he decides he can stay out for a little longer. He catches the eye of a mysterious stranger. The stranger isn't very tall but carries himself like he's much bigger. Bright eyes that flicker in the club lights, a lip piercing and more tattoo's than Gerard could count crawling up his arms and neck. The man is dressed casually, in a button up and skinny jeans and doesn't look but a few years older than Gerard. Gerard runs his hands up his body once he makes the contact with the man and he doesn't look away as Gerard stretches his arms above his head, swaying his hips to the music.

As if on cue, Pillow Talk by Zayn is playing and Gerard is ready to try and get laid one more time. Still dancing, Gerard lures the man over to him. The man smiles and raises his eyebrows when Gerard places the man's hands on his hips and dances closer to him. He screams dominance and grips Gerard's hips a bit tighter; because of this Gerard nicknames the man, "Daddy", until he can learn his real name. That is, if he ever does. They dance and "Daddy" leans into Gerard, his breath tickles Gerard's skin, "Can I buy you a drink, Princess?" Gerard tries to maintain his confident persona but next to "Daddy", it melts away. A blush spreads across Gerard's cheeks as he follows "Daddy" off the dance floor and to the bar.

There's a quiet spell after Gerard and "Daddy" have their drinks and nurse the beverages, sharing smirks and troublesome glances at each other. "What's your favorite color?" Gerard asks with a stupid smile on his face.

"Green, probably. A forest green."

"Cool."

"Umm, if you don't mind, what are your pronouns?"

"He, him. Clothes don't have genders, is my basic premise."

"That's very true."

"Yeah..."

"What do you do for a living?" Gerard hesitates before answering, "I'm in my last year of college but I'm also a, umm- I'm a drag queen." He laughs awkwardly, "Daddy" looks him up and down.

"Guess I'll have to come see a show sometime."

"Nice. What do you do for a living?" Some remix of a country song is playing.

"I'm the frontman of this band called, Pencey Prep. I'm not rolling in the dough but it makes me happy, or whatever..."

"Wait, did you say, Pencey Prep?"

"Yeah, are you a fan?"

"Oh, no." Gerard says before recovering with, "I mean umm, my little brother, Mikey loves your band. This is crazy."

"That's cool. I can like, sign something for him or take a picture or," Rambling "Daddy" doesn't notice the dark glint on Gerard's eyes.

"How about you come over to my place, we can sign some stuff for Mikey?" Gerard smirks lightly and "Daddy" nods, smiling though his eyes rake across Gerard's thighs that are on display as well as anywhere his creamy skin is exposed and pretty face.

"Sound's like a plan, Beautiful."