KISS ME YOU ANIMAL-Frerard one shots

Snowed in/different kind of love

A/N  yes, this is amazing, I'm actually proud. Gerard and Frank are both in their twenties, Frank struggles with making amends as a hustler and Gerard is a delivery guy, fate brings them together at the most wonderful time of the year. 

Fluff, maybe some triggering sexual stuff, asexuality, some dirty language and curses here and there. 

Third person p.o.v.

It was the night like any other, cold, frightening and lonely. Gerard had to work as a delivery guy to get himself through the last semester of college. He had one last order before his shift is over. Pete, the cook, gave Gerard the pepperoni and he hopped on the Suzuki he borrowed from brother, driving off into the poorly lit Jersey streets. 

The guy lived on the other side of town and it killed Gerard. It was already freezing and the weather reporter said something about snow. It was 1996, surely snow can't be a problem unless you get stuck under it.

Just then it started snowing and Gerard huffed angrily. This guy better be really generous with the tip. His scooter was starting to make weird sounds. Gerard decided to ignore them, but they were louder and louder, and the snow was getting heavier by the second. 

"Baby, just a little while, come on..."

But of course, it stopped and Gerard had to push the heavy bike through the fog. It seemed like he was the only one working on Christmas Eve. But the holidays weren't a bit thing for him. The pay was better so he didn't mind working. It was just a day, a single day like any other.

"Motherfucker," he cursed as he stepped into a giant puddle mixed with snow and mud. He looked at the street sign and smiled. 

He parked Margareta and strolled down the street with pizza under an arm. He quietly muttered the names under his breath, reading the numbers as he passed them. 

His feet came to a stop and he hummed satisfied. The building was very old and shaggy. The red bricks, well what used to be red, indicated that this in fact was New Jersey. 

He rang the doorbell with 'Iero' sticker on and soon enough he was buzzed in.

Gerard stopped in the doorway and knocked three times, the doors opened when collided with his fist. "Hello?!"

"Oh, just drop it on the table I'll be right out!"

Gerard wasn't stupid, the guy obviously wanted to rip him off. He waited impatiently when someone came out wrapped in a towel.

Who the fuck showers while waiting for pizza, Gerard thought. But then the man looked up.

He had a dark line around his hazel eyes and lip gloss that shined more than the kitchen light. 

"Sorry," his facial expression seemed genuine, "I'm already late." He blushed and searched around for money.

Gerard tried terribly to remain neutral. He was completely freaked out by what seemed to be a male prostitute. Or prostidude. He cursed at his silly brain. 

"Here you go," the man offered him twenty. 

Gerard nodded and let himself out. He knew the blush was all over his body. No wonder the guy was shaving! 

He came out and the cold air stung his cheeks. Margareta was nowhere to be seen. He sighed and thought, he should have known better.

He walked around and searched for a phone booth but there was nothing around. His body was beginning to shake. "Okay Gerard", he said to himself, "think now."