Frank had been gone for over five minutes now - and Gerard was getting slightly antsy. His boyfriend had only gone to grab a couple of waters from the bar, and he had said he would be right back. Finally, Gerard figured he'd wander over there and see what was holding Frank up. He arose from their booth and made his way across the dancefloor of sorts, through the mass of people all jamming to the band playing. He spotted Frank at the bar, and immediately felt anger boil up in his stomach. Frank was talking animatedly to another man who was leaning into Frank's space all the time and hanging off of his every word. Suddenly, the man reached out and took one of Frank's hands, causing Frank to blush and look mildly uncomfortable. Gerard's eyes narrowed; who the fuck was this dude? Frank was his.
Gerard moved quickly towards them, pushing through a couple people without a care. Frank noticed him as soon as he was about a foot away, and he smiled. God, he was so cute, how could anyone resist him? Gerard slid an arm around Frank's waist and kissed him on the cheek, "Hey, baby. What's going on?"
"Hey, Gerard," Frank smiled.
"Who's this?" Gerard asked, somewhat nonchalantly.
"Oh, this is Alex. He told me he liked my tattoos and we started talking about cool ones. He works at a parlour up on Main Street," Frank said in a strange tone. Gerard couldn't figure it out.
Gerard met eyes with Alex, giving him a look that he hoped said don't touch, mine.
"Hey," Alex said in a bored voice. What a fucking asshole.
Alex had some sort of obnoxious stubble going on, he was wearing a black button down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing some tattoos that Gerard thought were extremely sub-par, and his hair was styled in a stupid fucking quiff. Why the fuck was Frank talking to this guy?
"Hi, I'm Gerard. Frank's boyfriend."
Alex looked like he was about to say something, when Frank interrupted, oblivious to the tension between the two other men, "Gerard! I forgot to order our waters! One sec," Frank turned around so that his back was facing them and began talking to the bartender.
Of fucking course, fucking Alex stared directly at Frank's ass while he was turned around, with a sort of hungry expression on his face. What the fuck? Only Gerard was allowed to do that. Not that Frank was helping, he was sticking his ass out in his tight jeans. But then, Frank turned around with a water bottle in each hand and grinned at Gerard.
"Thank you. Frankie," Gerard said while taking a water from him.
"So, Gerard. I think Alex is gonna do my next tattoo. I was telling him about the one I want next, the one you drew for me. I was thinking I was gonna get it on my lower back, to match with the other one?"
"Don't you usually go to Ed's place, Frank?" Gerard said, trying not to think about the possibility of Alex tattooing his Frankie on his lower back.
"Yeah," Frank said, innocently, "but I think I wanna change it up, you know? And Alex is really good at tattooing."
It was then that Gerard realized what Frank was doing. Frank was flirting with this dude on purpose. Anger boiled up in Gerard's stomach. He wanted them to leave. Now.
"So," Alex began, "how long have you two been dating?"
"Nearly five years," Gerard said proudly.
"Wow. Well I can see why you've stuck with him all this time, he really seems like a great boyfriend."
Frank blushed and Gerard said, "Yeah, he is."
Alex grinned at Frank and winked. He winked! He fucking winked. Gerard was not having this.
