Toxic- frerard

Two

"Iero?" Pete questioned, confused by Franks glare at the stage. "Iero?" He repeated when he got no answer. Pete and Andy both raised an eyebrow at each other before Andy finally got Franks attention.

"Shit is that the cute red head from before?" Andy gasped, causing Frank to spin round in his chair and examine the room. Andy just shook his head with a smile.

"Man you really enjoyed that show, didn't you?" Pete laughed, nudging Franks arm playfully.

"It was okay." Frank mumbled, fixing his tie and clearing his throat.

"Right, okay.." Andy trailed off, trying to ignore his boss' sudden, awkward demeanour. "Pete and I are gonna go sell coke to strippers, you coming?" Andy asked as he stood up.

"Nah, I'm good here." Frank stated, downing the remainder of his whisky.

Pete and Andy just nodded, both thinking the exact some thing but refusing to say if outwardly.

"Another whisky, sir?" The half naked waitress approached him, taking his empty glass.

"Yeah, and could you get that Gee for me who was on stage?" Frank asked, pulling out another $200 dollars and placing it on the girls tray.

She nodded and smiled, stuffing the money into her bra and heading back stage.

Gee was fixing his smudged make up in the back room, rolling his eyes as his phone continuously vibrated next to him. He sighed before answering the call.

"We're fucking over, Bob. Fuck off calling me." Gerard spat.

As he began arguing with his ex boyfriend a young girl who he assumed was a waitress walked into his dressing room.

Gee pressed the phone to his chest, narrowing his eyes at the girl. "Can't you knock?" He asked, raising his eyebrows causing the girl to cower in the door day.

"There's- there's a man who wants you-" the girl began

"That's nothing new, sweet heart" Gerard smiled insincerely.

"I'll wait until you're done." She spoke quickly, realising Gee was on the phone. She scrambled from the room and shut the door behind her.

"Bob, I'm at work. This needs to stop." Gee stated, applying some more lip gloss.

"You're a loser Bob. I suck good dick for money now. I don't need to suck your three inches for nothing anymore." Gee giggled, taking in his appearance in the mirror.

"Shove your flowers up your ass Bob. You're a cheating scumbag and I want nothing to do with you!" Gee yelled over his ex boyfriends pleads. He shook his head, putting his phone down and finishing his makeup.

Timid knocks sounded on the redheads dressing room door. "For fuck sake." Gee muttered "come in."

"There's a man-"

"-yes there's a man that wants me. What table number is he?" Gee finished the girls sentence rudely, not really caring for what she had to say.

"Table 1." She muttered, as Gerard grabbed his red fur coat to throw over his lingerie and strutted over to the table.

Franks breath caught in his throat at the sight in front of him. Gee had now sat cross legged on the table in front of him and raised an eyebrow.

"I heard you wanted me?" Gerard spoke sensually, throwing a piece of gum into his mouth and blowing a bubble.

"You heard right." Frank muttered, craving so badly to touch the boy in front of him.

"What could you possibly want from me, sir?" Gee asked innocently, smirking at the suited man before him.