Coffee Stains and Sound Waves (frerard) [SLOW UPDATES]

Part 2

Here you go. If anyone is there. Enjoy.

To say my day was going bad would be an understatement. I wake up forty minutes late due to my alarm clock running out of battery, meaning I was late for work, which sucked balls. My bike decided to break whilst I was on my was back to work from lunch. I was gonna have to get that fixed. Great. And to top all of that off, Gary spilt coffee on my backpack. He is sooooo dead to me. I finally got off work and decided to get my bike checked out. I walked down the high street, occasionally glancing at the shop names, until I came to the place Ana told me about. 

Gerard's Repair Store. Bingo.

I pushed the door open to hear a little overhead jingle. The place was nice, spacious and organised, with a large workbench in the center. In the far corner, I could see an array of add-ons for bikes, boards, scooters and god-knows-what else. Over on the left-hand wall I saw a flash of red hair behind a cash register, nursing a steaming cup of coffee. Damn. He was hot. I mean, I know my sex life isn't exactly booming, but damn, I think I was already getting hard.

"Um..." I stuttered, trying to remember why I was there. "I need my bike fixing...and I heard that that's what you do for a living...and I'm willing to pay whatever...I just need it done..." In that moment, I hated myself more than I hated Gary. I flicked my hair over my eyes in an attempt to hide my blush.

He smirked at me. Wow, thanks for helping my embarrassment dude. "You okay there sunshine? You seem to be rather hot over there." He raised an eyebrow.

"Um...yeah, I'm fine." My voice broke a little and, if it was possible, I flushed an even darker shade than I previously was. I wheeled my bike forward slightly and he started to move around the counter, his eyes trained on me. When he got to be a few feet away from me his line of sight dropped.

"Well, what do we have here?" He asked, I could feel my crotch tightening from the tone of his voice. Oh, god, could he see my semi-hard cock? "Ah, I think I know where the problem is," Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. "May I?" In that moment, I was so fucking relieved to find out he was talking about my bike, and not my little, um, problem. I pushed it forward so he could take it, and with in seconds, it was being hoisted onto the workbench. "See here?" He pointed at the back wheel and the chain. "You have a chain break. It'll be done in no time, so you could either go get a coffee and come back in twenty minutes or so, or you could stay here and continue to fail at hiding your raging boner." Shit, he noticed.

"Um, I think I'll stay here." I mumbled.

"Yeah, good choice, I wouldn't wanna go out in public like that either." He turned the back wheel a little. "And I have coffee here."

I smiled at his warmness. "So, do you run this place?"

He made brief eye contact before looking back at the bike. "Yep."

"Are you Gerard or is the name on the sign just for effect?"

He smirked slightly. "I'm definitely  Gerard."

"Cool..." I thought for a minute.

"And you are?"

"Oh, Frank." I blushed again. I swear, I don't usually blush this much, I guess I'm just real horny today.

"Well, Oh Frank, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." 

The next twenty minutes was spent getting to know each other. He was actually a really cool guy. He was twenty-seven, from New Jersey, had a younger brother and was currently living with two kittens he adopted the other month, Leia and Luke. It was pretty cute to watch him talk like that, so passionately, as if in those few seconds, nothing mattered more.

"Okay, so that's fixed." He started to move the bike down from the workbench.

As I previously stated, I'm not usually the one on the receiving end of sex, or the presenting end either for that matter, so I decided, what the hell, get out there Frank. 

"Thanks, can I ask you a favour?"

He glanced a me, his eyebrow moving back up to stare inquisitively. "Um, sure?"

"Hey, don't sound so nervous, I just wanna ask you out for coffee sometime."

He smiled brightly. "A man who knows his way into my heart. Coffee." He all but sighed the last bit, as if he was a teenage girl, auditioning for the remake of Dirty Dancing.

"Okay, so, when's good for you?" I asked as he made his way behind the counter again.

"Well, I don't work Wednesday's, the shop will be closed."

I wheeled my bike toward the counter. "I guess I could work from home tomorrow then."

He smirked at that. "Wait, what do you even do?"

"I produce music." My job was pretty cool, I got to work with awesome new musicians and had flexible hours. 

Gerard hummed in response as I handed over some money. The receipt printed, and Gerard ripped it off and wrote something on the back of it. He returned half of the money with my receipt. 

"Gerard this is too much change." He smirked at that. He did this on purpose.

"Cuties get discount." I began to protest, but he was already ushering me out of the door. "Pick me up at one." And with that, he shut the door with its little ding ding.

I turned the receipt over and saw he had scribbled his phone number on the back with a little smiley face.

There you go frens. Enjoy.