Ruby Red {Frerard}

Sex and Money

"Ruby," Ray grabbed Gee's arm. "Hey, that was fantastic! You really stepped it up tonight. What's with the sudden song change?"

Gee shrugged, "Decided to switch it up, I guess. Any customers?"

What Gee meant by "customers" is people who wanted sex. To be fair, Gee had to admit he was really good-looking. And he was a stripper. In a sex shop full of horny gay guys. This was the fucking dream.

"Yeah, I've got a few," Ray answered. "The first one on the list is regular for you. This Bert guy must like you, Red."

"Hmm," Gee smirked to himself. "It's always a pleasure having him back there."

Ray just rolled his eyes and gave Gee the list, "Go get 'em, tiger."

Gee made his way to the back room where he usually did his business in terms of getting involved with customers. Of course, he had some self-worth. He was getting paid to fuck people. Whoever this Bert guy was, he paid good money for blowjobs (Gee wouldn't fuck in his workroom, that had to be brought somewhere else).

Gee sauntered through the back hallway, making his way to his room. He plastered a smirk onto his face and opened the door, walking into the middle of the room. Bert sat in the customer chair, an obvious tightness in his pants.

"You did real good tonight, Red," Bert smirked, licking his lips. "How 'bout you come finish what you started?"

"Gladly," Gee licked his lips, crawling over to Bert on his knees.

Bert let out a small growl and groped himself through his pants. Gerard smirked and replaced Bert's hand with his own, rubbing over the bulge in his rough jeans.

---Time skip because Bert smut makes me uncomfortable---

"Never cease to amaze, doll," Bert slurred from his high. "But tonight... tonight I'll pay you a little extra if you'd agree to a date sometime..."

Gee sat back on his heels and savoured the last bit of Bert's release on his face as if it was his favourite flavour. (Help I'm gagging)

"Hmm," the Ruby-haired boy bit his lip. "I'm listening."

"What say you to..." Bert thought for a second before reaching into his pocket. "500? Since your usual worth is 300."

Not going to lie, that stung Gee's pride a little bit. Maybe "worth" wasn't exactly the word Bert was looking for. That's what Ruby told himself as he contemplated it.

"Tempting offer," Gee shrugged softly. "I've got more customers tonight and I'll be out probably until morning. However, if you'd like to swing by tomorrow, I'll cut my shift short and we'll have a nice little chat. Sound good, Bertie?"

Bert grimaced slightly, but he did a decent job of hiding his disappointment, "That sounds quite alright, Red."

"Good," Gee got up from the floor, wiping his lips as Bert recomposed his outfit. "See you tomorrow, then."

Without a reply, Bert left the room and Gee left from his own door as well. To be honest, Gee wasn't interested romantically in Bert. Not in the slightest. However, he was interested in sex and money. Two things that he knew Bert could give him to the fullest.

Gee checked his list and figured that if he took a short smoke break, it wouldn't kill his schedule. He wasn't really anticipating for the next customer to be very good anyway. 

The Ruby boy had the predisposition for his profession, however. He was addicted to attention, and if he so pleased to say so, addicted to sex. And that ties back to the money. Perfect, right?

That's how it was supposed to be.

Gee drew his coat together and lit a cigarette, rehearsing lines into thin air. Mumbling words that feigned impression, admiration, and arousal. 

And of course, the boy was thrilled about the idea of not being able to hold a relationship. Long term partners not being able to tell their friends where their boyfriend runs off to on nights and weekends. The disgrace, mistrust-

Ruby shook his head and pulled his hair back in frustration, pretending to be deep in thought. He almost fooled himself. Next thing he knew, Gee was puffing out a cloud of cancer into the air and humming a tune he wasn't sure how he remembered. 

"You're on in five," He eventually chuckled to himself, throwing the cigarette on the ground and driving his heel into it. "Showtime, Red."