Dark Frerard Smut

(Not An) Angel

Revenge!gerard
Businessman!frank

I'll be honest - I was just about to post a goodbye oneshot and quit this book, since my motivation to continue on with it has dropped to zero and I didn't want to leave anyone hanging. But then my school was shut down due to the Coronavirus and the quarantine at home sparked my motivation back up, and I got the idea for this oneshot that seemed somewhat amusing to me and managed to have it written down in a day and a half. So here you go :)

I can't promise that there would be further oneshots other than my parting oneshot, but until then enjoy this one ❤

(March 19th, 2020)

xoxoxoxo

Gerard gazed out boredly into the distance. His fingers pulled the thin cigarette from his lips as he slowly exhaled out smoke, mixed with the white fumes that were a result of cold. He wrapped his black fur coat further around himself, taking comfort in the fact that at least he had the light from the street lamp to keep him somewhat warm.

Waiting. That's all he was doing at that time at night. Waiting and shifting weight on the pink high heels that matched his very short leather skirt - a clothing item he was very much regretting now that his legs were freezing. The fishnet stockings weren't very much at his aid, either. But he was already late on his bills and costumers have been hard to come by lately, and so he pushed through the cold and the boredom and continued to stare down the dark road, toying with the cigarette between his fingertips.

And finally, finally, he noticed a distant light approaching, looking up at the black Mercedes E-Class that suddenly made an appearance at the end of the block, headed his way. He quickly dropped the cigarette to the curb, and squashed it under his shoe to make sure it was out entirely. Then, clearing his throat, he swept his dark hair back and placed a hand on his hip, trying to catch the driver's attention as elegantly as he could.

His internal sigh of relief was made when the car slowed down after a few seconds, before coming to a stop right in front of him. He wore on a sly smirk and made his way to the window as it rolled down, revealing a face that was mostly dimmed out by the darkness of the street, but Gerard could make out a few facial features of a man who looked quite young - well, compared to his usual costumers. He pushed the curiosity aside while leaning on his elbows on the now mostly open car window.

"Good evening, hun," he said lowly, fluttering his well defined lashes at the driver, who chuckled.

"Good evening," the young man replied, leaning a bit towards Gerard and smiling almost politely at him. The silver buttons on his suit glittered under the street lamp light as he moved. "What's your name, beautiful?"

"Angel," Gerard lied through his teeth, even though Angel has become his second name over the countless times he had used it.

"Angel," the other person repeated, "A suitable name for a face like yours."

"So they say," Gerard giggled. The man's elegant smile widened.

"Well, Angel... what's a sweetheart like you doing outside so late?"

"Whatever you want me to do," Gerard purred smoothly, shifting his weight again as he ran his hand over his own coated chest. The driver laughed shortly at his response and looked up at the young man again.

"In that case, why don't you get in the car? Wouldn't want you to freeze out here in this weather."

"What a gentleman."

Gerard gracefully paced to the other side of the car. He climbed inside, only stealing a glance at the other man as to not appear too watchful, although that rational fear was always screaming at the back of his mind whenever he entered a complete stranger's vehicle. Keeping the charming, careless smile going, he gingerly shut the door behind him and the two of them took off.