Chapter Text
Bob was fucking annoying.
It's two in the morning, and officially Halloween, also known as, My twenty second birthday. I was laying in my bed, lulled to sleep by silence, that is, until my fucktard room-mate comes in like hes in the SWAT team banging on pots and pans, jumping on my comforter covered body screaming “WAKE UP.” like a kid on fucking christmas.
“I know what fucking day it is, retard. My mom was in labor and had me, on, well whatdya know, This. Exact. Day. Speaking of which, It's two in the fucking morning, and I am exhausted, why are you here? If I did this on your birthday I would be punched in the mouth.”
“Oh shut up Frankie! I just wanted to be the very first one to wish it to you! Can't say I didn't have good intentions.” he smiled and I sighed, he had a point.
“Well, thank you, Bob, that's insanely nice and all, but I swear to god if you don't get out in the next ten seconds, I will personally kill you and make it look like an accident.” he smirked and ruffled my hair, banging the pan in his right hand with a spoon in the other to the base of my ear. Then, he ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
So much for sleep now.
I grabbed my phone off the charger and I checked the messages.
'15 Unread Texts.' All of them ranging from “Happy birthdays” , from acquaintances at university, to more personal messages from LynZ and my family. One of the last ones caught my eye. It was a number I didn't recognize.
'Happy Birthday, Frankie. Be on the look out.'
Look out? For what? I put the phone down on the table and laid back in my bed, the feeling of knowing who texted me but praying I was wrong was eating my thoughts, it eventually made me slip into unconsciousness. With more visions of him in my head.
Xxx
My eyes cracked open to the sound of Bob cursing like a sailor as I heard something clang to the ground. I stretched myself into a standing position and walked out to see what kind of shit he got into now. Smoke billowed from a pan as the smell of burnt eggs entered my nose.
“Shit, you weren't supposed to know I was cooking. I wanted to surprise ya and say I'm sorry for waking you up at two AM. I forgot to mention, my cooking skills blow.” I laughed.
“At-least you didn't burn the apartment down, but I appreciate the sentiment. Thanks dude.”
“No worries. Happy birthday.” he pulled a carefully wrapped package from out of the drawer. Placing it in front of me. I stared at him carefully. Before tearing at the wrapping paper. Inside was a white box. I lifted the lid, not sure what to expect, by the way Bob's eyes never left mine, with a poker face expression.
Inside, were fingerless gloves with a deep purple skeleton trace along the back of the hand, fingers, and down the wrist. I was in awe. Thinking back to my first pair, that got ruined. It made me miss them. I always wanted to buy a new pair, but never got around to doing it. I got up and hugged Bob who blushed and patted my back awkwardly. Honestly shocked, he paid attention.
“Thank you so much, this is a rad gift. It means a hell of a fucking lot coming from you.” Bob shrugged.
“I figured you wanted another pair. They are pretty rad. Now come on, birthday boy, considering breakfast was a bust, I'm taking you out.” slipping on the gloves, and my jacket, I followed Bob to his jeep and we were off to the local Jersey Cafe.
It was getting to be a really kickass start to my birthday.
-Time Lapse-
the sky darkened significantly from the early morning sun I woke up to. It felt as if we were out for a few minutes, rather then hours. Bob ended up taking me all over town. Going to random bars to see some punk bands who were trying to become famous. It really made me feel at home, and alive, to mosh and let go of my inhibitions and just enjoy becoming older. I wasn't a teenager anymore, so it was hard with school and work to have a social life. Bob seemed to be enjoying himself too, talking to a familiar looking blonde who I couldn't place, but was sure I knew. He got her number, and I went out for a cigarette before Bob was looking for me to take me back to our place a few minutes later.
We were back at our apartment by ten, and I was too wired to sleep, we turned the corridor and saw a package at the door. My eyes darted to Bob who silently rejected himself buying me anything other then my gloves. I curiously checked for a tag, or a return to sender address but found nothing. So we took the box into the kitchen, I grabbed a blade, cutting through the opening and peering in.
“What is it, dude?”
“Beats me.” I opened the box further, before seeing some of the nicest clothing I have ever looked at. Black jeans and a blood red button down shirt, and a men's silver ring with an onyx stone. With a simple note that said
'Be ready by 11.'
I glanced at the clock and it was ten thirty.
“Nice clothes.”
“You sure you didn't know about this?” Bob shook his head.
“If I knew, I would've told you. Are you gonna get dressed? I mean, where are you even going?”
“Guess I'll find out soon.” I replied before slipping into the bathroom and redressing in the clothes that fit perfectly, even the ring, that I hate to admit, I really like. I glanced in the mirror and smiled at my appearance, It felt different. It felt right. I stepped out of the bathroom and Bob whistled lowly.
“Damn Frankie! You clean up nice! It's a nice change to see you not looking like shit all the time.” he joked.
“Thanks, dickhead. Means a lot.”
“Hey, if I were gay, I'd hit.” he mentioned. I laughed.
“Okay dude. We all know you have a man crush, but I don't think your lovely friend would give her number to a guy banging his room-mate. So you gonna tell me who she is?”
“Her names Catie. Hot right? She's really chill, I mean, she seems to be really down to earth.”
“I feel like I've seen her somewhere.” I said offhandedly.
“Well I visit her bar all the time, but I think that's the first time you've seen her, weird.” he replied, walking to the window.
“Dude, do you know anyone who owns a limo? Because if not, I think your rides here.” I glanced over his shoulder.
“That couldn't be for me. I'm gonna go check, might be the wrong house.”
“Have fun.” was all I heard before closing the door behind me. Missing Bob's smile completely.
Xxx
I stepped out of the glass doors and approached the drivers side door, the window came down almost immediately. I was greeted with a man who was no older than forty,
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“I was just wondering if you were looking for someone and had the wrong house.”
“Is your name Frank Iero?” he asked. I nodded.
“Then this ride is for you. Jump in.” he stepped out and held the door open for me.
“So where are we going?” the chauffeur smiled.
“Be patient, Mr. Iero, we'll be there shortly." I took in the fast approaching areas with confusion, but somehow I felt safe.
About fifteen minutes later, I felt the car come to a halt, and my door being opened. I stepped out, and took in the people, all of which were scantily clad woman, and confident men in suits by there sides. I was at a club. The name “Allure” catching me.
“Go up to the bouncer, and state your name, you are V.I.P.” I turned to the man who was now back in the limo.
“Thanks.”
“You're welcome Mr. Iero. By the way, happy birthday.” and then he was gone. Leaving me alone with my rapid confused thoughts.
“My name is Frank Iero, I was told I was on the list.” I told the bouncer at the entrance who let me in with ease. I took in the sexual atmosphere as I weaved my way through grinding bodies trying to find anyone who would tell me why I was invited to come here. The bass pulsed in my ear as I sat down at the bar, and ordered a scotch on the rocks.
“This place is beautiful.” I told the bartender as she served me. She smirked, as if she knew something I didn't.
“Yes, it is. But this is just the lower ring of the club, there are four more levels. If you think this is beautiful, just wait. Also, here's a bit of information. Keep an open mind.” she handed me my drink, and walked over to another patron. Leaving me alone.
“Well, well, well, I'm shocked you came, Frankie.” came that all too familiar seductive voice in my ear. I turned.
“Gerard.” I breathed, feeling him slip his arm around my shoulder. He wore an all black shirt, with the first few undone, along with the tightest black jeans I have ever seen, the ring on his left hand was identical to mine. His eyes had a bit of liner around the tear ducts making his hazel color pop.
“The clothes fit you nicer then I could imagine.” then it clicked, entirely.
“You.” was all I could muster.
“Me.” he replied. “Now, I think you're ready.”
“How did you- why-” he put his finger to my lips. I felt myself become aroused at the look in his eyes.
“In time.” he whispered. He guided me fluidly up the stairs. Walking past people making out, and dry humping each other. Gerard laughed at my looks of curiosity, as we were greeted by a beautiful brunette, wearing a leather corset and a black silk skirt standing by the mahogany wooded doors
“Welcome back, sir.”
“Thank you, Janine.”
“Will you be visiting other levels?”
“No. he's new.” was all he said, as she stepped aside and allowed us through. I felt him pull me, as the beats of the music filled my ears. I stared at the sights in front of me, women with dresses barely covering them, wearing collars like you would put on a dog, as if they were owned. Gerard was watching me, my reactions.
“Does this bother you?” he asked, sincerely. I shook my head as I felt growing arousal. I watched a young looking girl kneeling in front of a guy who pointed to the floor. I saw him pat her head, he leaned down as captured her lips in the deep kiss. she locked eyes on me when she was done, and smiled, nodding as if she understand.
“Maybe it's about time, you know something about me.” he motioned. “Before I do, I need to know if I made the right choice.” was all he said before I was pulled flush against him, I could of sworn he felt my dick twitch as he kissed me hard. My brain went blank, and everything fell silent. His lips were perfection, before I had a chance to even reject him, my mouth was working against him effortlessly, I opened with no hesitation as his tongue flicked mine, making me shutter. I held his neck tightly as he grinded his hips into me. I moaned hesitantly, not used to this feeling of sexuality. His teeth grazed my pulse Then he released me. Keeping eye contact.
“Are you afraid?” his voice was low. I looked into his hazel eyes and answered in complete and utter truth.
“No. I will never be afraid, Gerard."