Homo Is Gay

Strangers and... Butterflies?

(A/N: I think I might change this a little bit. Still tryna figure this shit out.) 

"Uh, hi, I'm new here. Today is supposed to be my first day." I say to the man behind the counter. He has long light brown hair, and eyes that are the same shade of brown as his locks. His name tag has Kellin Q written in small gold letters on it. "Oh, okay, name please?" Kellin inquires. "Uh, Gerard Way." I answer. "Ah, okay, here you are. I'll go print off  your schedule for you. It'll only take a minute." he informs walking briskly to the back, leaving me to stand alone.

 "Damn, your hot."  a flirtatious voice says behind me. Startled, I turn around to face him. A guy with tattoos running up both arms, a lip piercing, black hair with hazel green eyes, and a fucking jawline that could literally cut through glass is now standing a few strides in front of me. "Sorry, what?"  disbelief laces my voice and confusion clearly displayed on my face. 

The inked man struts his way over, catching me off guard when he pulls me down to his height by my neck, holding my head close to his;  he whispers, "I like dick." His words send shivers up and down my spine, not even a centimeter apart.  Heat rushes into my cheeks as the sun coming into the window makes the gold flecks in his eyes shine brighter. 

 I mentally slap myself  'Great fucking job Gerard, now he's going to think your gay for him. Hopefully he won't notice i'm blushing.  Please don't notice...'  but the smirk on his face tells me that he did notice. Fuck. I feel another shiver run down my spine as the guy, whoever the fuck he is, removes his hand from the back of my neck and simply grabs my waist, our crotches just inches away, separated by the fabric between our legs. With his eyes closed, the guy leans in far enough to where his lips just slightly brush against mine. "Homo is gay." he whispers inaudibly. I have to strain my ears to listen.

The sexual tension between us is immensely overwhelming, it's hard not to like it. 

Once more catching me off guard he balls my shirt into a fist and is on his tippy toes so fast that it takes me a minute to realize that our lips connect for an oh, so short moment.  All I want is to melt into the kiss, but, this is a stranger and I am not gay. The taste of his lips lingers on my mouth. He is a good kisser, I will give him that, even if I don't know the guy. "I'll see you around, sexy." he breathes, pulling me back into reality. 

He steps back. Nothing is said to each other as silence enlightens the thick, yet comfortable space between us. The gaze held among us is sensational and captivating. 

In the next second he's backing away from me. "I was never here." he says, bringing his finger to his lips in a shushing gesture. He winks before walking briskly away with a smirk plastered onto his face. I stand there, frozen, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. It takes a moment for it to register in my mind, but my feet start to move on their own and I find myself moving to grab his wrist. "What's your name?"  I ask and he stops, turning to face me with an even wider smirk on his face, if that is even possible.

"Frank Iero." he replies, the smirk yet to disappear from his expression. He winks at me once again and turns back around to start walking away from me once again.  I try to slow my breathing down as I walk back to the counter with my face all shades of red.