Fic
Title: Pretty Woman has a lot to answer for.
CHAPTER: Two
PAIRING: Frank/Gerard
RATING: PG-13 some swearing...mention of drugs. Nothing too heavy.
SUMMARY: Gerard's out of his element and needs some help. He finds Frank by chance and hopes he's the right guy for the job. Maybe there is such a thing as fate, afteral?
DISCLAIMER: Not real, never happened.
part one
"Yeah, good point, I guess. So, I'm gonna have to go back to my car and get that, I don't-"
"Wait a sec," Frank sits bolt upright, eyes wide, "you have that much cash in your car? What the hell would you leave it in there for? What if someone stole it?"
"Frank, I'm staying at a hotel, my car's locked in the underground parking lot. Nobody's gonna steal my car."
"Well in that case, I'll walk you back in the morning and you can give it to me then. I can tell you're good for an advance. And if you're not, I'll have a friend of mine break your face. No point wasting any time with the walk now, right?" Gerard nods, so Frank empties his pockets of all the condoms he's got stashed. "So, again, what do you want to do? How many of these pretty babies d'ya think we'll need? I vote for three," Frank winks.
"Can we just talk for a bit?" Gerard asks quietly. Seeing how Frank's living... he feels sort of... guilty. He can't help thinking about why he's really here, what he's meant to be doing, that doesn't include fucking Frank or getting blow jobs, and certainly doesn't involve paying for it.
"Christ, dude, for real?" Frank looks genuinely surprised. "You know, I really don't do this-invite people up here, but I'm seriously overcharging just 'cause I guess you can spare it and I could do with the money, so I thought this might be nicer than a fuckin' alley or some shit."
"You don't have anyone else up here? Like, ever?" Gerard's kind of surprised really, he thought if you had a place, and do what Frank does it'd just make sense to not be getting fucked in some place you're maybe not familiar with.
"Well, one guy," Frank replies, maybe a little reluctantly. "He pays a bucket load too. But that's it." He pulls Gerard's jacket off, one sleeve at a time, and Gerard lets him. "Relax. Let me take care of you, it's my job, afteral."
Frank smiles and Gerard sighs, lets him untie the laces of his sneakers, too, then kicks them off. He does think Frank is attractive. Too attractive. It's how Gerard got distracted in the first place. Saw Frank and realised what he was doing, thought he could maybe just ask a few questions, then it got out of hand and he let himself think with his dick instead of his brain. But then, Frank had been rather persuasive and Gerard had had a long day already, there wasn't much he could've done with the night by that point.
Then Gerard's just sitting there, watching Frank looking him up and down like a vulture stalking prey. He crosses his legs on the bed and rubs his palms over his knees. "You really aren't very practiced at this, are you?"
"I did tell you that," Gerard starts, and Frank sighs.
"A lot of people tell me that. You wouldn't believe what a common lie that is, like, it's their way of making themselves feel better about it or something." Frank smoothes his palm along Gerard's cheek. "It's not very often that it's true."
Frank looks like he's getting all misty-eyed and nostalgic or something, and it makes Gerard a little uncomfortable. "Well, um, talking?"
Frank sits back, laughing and plucking a cigarette out of nowhere, placing it between his lips and lighting it quickly. "You're not giving up on the talking, are you?" Gerard shakes his head. "Ok then, what is it? You want my life story, wanna know how come I ended up here? Fixed on whisking me away from all this?" Gerard shakes his head again, this time more apologetically. "Damn," Frank takes a long drag, blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, "nobody ever asks that. Pretty Woman has a lot to answer for!"
Gerard stifles a laugh, he figures it's ok because Frank's smirking, but what he wanted to talk about was too important for joking around. "I'm kind of...looking for someone..." he says, unsure how to word the rest of it and suddenly worried Frank may actually be able to help him, but may not want to. Or even if he does, maybe Gerard would end up regretting it anyway.
But then Frank says, "I know," knowingly, and with a kind smile.
"You do?" Gerard can't really believe Frank knows but there's a weird feeling of relief in hearing him say it.
"Yeah, I do," Frank moves closer, a comforting hand sliding up Gerard's arm, "and it's ok, you've found him."
Oh, oh, that's really not what Gerard meant, and it dawns on him too late that Frank, of course, has absolutely no idea what he'd been talking about, but Frank's lips are right up against his own, so gentle and so warm, just like the hand curling around his neck...
......................................
"Oooff!"
That's the noise Gerard makes as he's rudely awoken by someone's boot kicking him in the chest. A pretty weak kick, bit he was asleep, so, ouch.
Nobody apologizes, nobody is even in the room with him by the time the gets the jacket off of his face. Which came from where, exactly?
It's not morning yet, not quite, but it's getting there. That kind of pale dark sky that's fading by the second to make way for the sun, is filtering through the broken blinds. Whoever stepped on him has been ushered into another room. Must be Frank's roommate, Gerard reasons, and grabs a smoke from the jacket that had been covering his head. His eyeslids are heavy but he feels like he slept pretty good. So many sleepless nights finally cought up with him, but Gerard is a little pleased his first long sleep in what feels like forever, wasn't a lonely one. Far from it. The last thing he remembers (with a smile), is drifting to sleep to the sound of Frank's voice recounting the life story Gerard had denied him telling earlier, with his head on Frank's shoulder. He does feel a little guilty for falling asleep before the end, though.
Gerard listens. He can hear the voices from the other room, whichever one they're in. Although he can't quite make out the words he can understand the tone, and it sounds angry but he doesn't want to interfere. It could be nothing afteral, could just be Frank's roommate pissed at him for leaving the cap off the toothpaste. He's not sure it's something he should get involved in anyway.
Right now, the more pressing matter is that he didn't get any information out of Frank. Again. Gerard thinks about getting up and just leaving to find someone else to help him as Frank is clearly a bigger distraction than help, and in all honesty, just because he's a hooker in the right area doesn't mean he actually knows anthing at all. But instead he throws his jeans on as curiosity gets the better of him, and he gets up slowly, edges closer to the closed door and tries to listen in on the conversation.
"I told you not to bring him here anymore, Frank! It's not worth it."
"The two grand in my pocket when he leaves says it is worth it, actually.
"Not when you nave to spend a chunk of it getting fixed up each time it's not! And I don't want him here. I don't wanna come back one time and find you...y'know...don't make me say it. The money isn't worth that much. And since when does he sleep here? This is my place too, or have you forgotten that?"
It's not something Gerard likes the sound of, and he makes a mental note to ask Frank about it later.
"It's not him, ok, so calm down. It's this other guy, and he's totally sweet I swear."
Gerard can't help blushing, knowing it's him Frank is talking about.
"Just get him out and don't bring anyone else here or I'm gone, and you'll be on your own."
There's a long period of quiet which makes Gerard really uncomfortable, if nothing else that had been said hadn't done that already.
"Don't say that, that's not fair, you can't go. You wouldn't last two weeks there."
"You don't know that, Frank. You don't. You could come with me, he'd look after us both, we wouldn't have to squat or worry about where the next meal was coming from-"
"I don't need a fucking pimp to look after me and I didn't think you did either. We look after each other!"
"But, Frank-"
"But what? A real bed and three meals a day? Yeah that'd be fine if you're ok with two of 'em being pimp dick! I'm not talking about this anymore, and you're not going there. End of story."
"Whatever. I'm gonna be back later. Whoever that asshole is better be gone by then."
Then there were footsteps and Gerard dives back onto the mattress, realising too late that he's still holding the cigarette. Pulling the jacket back over his head he places the cigarette on a nearby bottle top and tries to act like he's asleep.
There are no more words as the footsteps leave and the window slams shut, until Frank kicks Gerard's foot. "You can stop pretending now. I can smell the smoke."
part three
CHAPTER: Two
PAIRING: Frank/Gerard
RATING: PG-13 some swearing...mention of drugs. Nothing too heavy.
SUMMARY: Gerard's out of his element and needs some help. He finds Frank by chance and hopes he's the right guy for the job. Maybe there is such a thing as fate, afteral?
DISCLAIMER: Not real, never happened.
part one
"Yeah, good point, I guess. So, I'm gonna have to go back to my car and get that, I don't-"
"Wait a sec," Frank sits bolt upright, eyes wide, "you have that much cash in your car? What the hell would you leave it in there for? What if someone stole it?"
"Frank, I'm staying at a hotel, my car's locked in the underground parking lot. Nobody's gonna steal my car."
"Well in that case, I'll walk you back in the morning and you can give it to me then. I can tell you're good for an advance. And if you're not, I'll have a friend of mine break your face. No point wasting any time with the walk now, right?" Gerard nods, so Frank empties his pockets of all the condoms he's got stashed. "So, again, what do you want to do? How many of these pretty babies d'ya think we'll need? I vote for three," Frank winks.
"Can we just talk for a bit?" Gerard asks quietly. Seeing how Frank's living... he feels sort of... guilty. He can't help thinking about why he's really here, what he's meant to be doing, that doesn't include fucking Frank or getting blow jobs, and certainly doesn't involve paying for it.
"Christ, dude, for real?" Frank looks genuinely surprised. "You know, I really don't do this-invite people up here, but I'm seriously overcharging just 'cause I guess you can spare it and I could do with the money, so I thought this might be nicer than a fuckin' alley or some shit."
"You don't have anyone else up here? Like, ever?" Gerard's kind of surprised really, he thought if you had a place, and do what Frank does it'd just make sense to not be getting fucked in some place you're maybe not familiar with.
"Well, one guy," Frank replies, maybe a little reluctantly. "He pays a bucket load too. But that's it." He pulls Gerard's jacket off, one sleeve at a time, and Gerard lets him. "Relax. Let me take care of you, it's my job, afteral."
Frank smiles and Gerard sighs, lets him untie the laces of his sneakers, too, then kicks them off. He does think Frank is attractive. Too attractive. It's how Gerard got distracted in the first place. Saw Frank and realised what he was doing, thought he could maybe just ask a few questions, then it got out of hand and he let himself think with his dick instead of his brain. But then, Frank had been rather persuasive and Gerard had had a long day already, there wasn't much he could've done with the night by that point.
Then Gerard's just sitting there, watching Frank looking him up and down like a vulture stalking prey. He crosses his legs on the bed and rubs his palms over his knees. "You really aren't very practiced at this, are you?"
"I did tell you that," Gerard starts, and Frank sighs.
"A lot of people tell me that. You wouldn't believe what a common lie that is, like, it's their way of making themselves feel better about it or something." Frank smoothes his palm along Gerard's cheek. "It's not very often that it's true."
Frank looks like he's getting all misty-eyed and nostalgic or something, and it makes Gerard a little uncomfortable. "Well, um, talking?"
Frank sits back, laughing and plucking a cigarette out of nowhere, placing it between his lips and lighting it quickly. "You're not giving up on the talking, are you?" Gerard shakes his head. "Ok then, what is it? You want my life story, wanna know how come I ended up here? Fixed on whisking me away from all this?" Gerard shakes his head again, this time more apologetically. "Damn," Frank takes a long drag, blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, "nobody ever asks that. Pretty Woman has a lot to answer for!"
Gerard stifles a laugh, he figures it's ok because Frank's smirking, but what he wanted to talk about was too important for joking around. "I'm kind of...looking for someone..." he says, unsure how to word the rest of it and suddenly worried Frank may actually be able to help him, but may not want to. Or even if he does, maybe Gerard would end up regretting it anyway.
But then Frank says, "I know," knowingly, and with a kind smile.
"You do?" Gerard can't really believe Frank knows but there's a weird feeling of relief in hearing him say it.
"Yeah, I do," Frank moves closer, a comforting hand sliding up Gerard's arm, "and it's ok, you've found him."
Oh, oh, that's really not what Gerard meant, and it dawns on him too late that Frank, of course, has absolutely no idea what he'd been talking about, but Frank's lips are right up against his own, so gentle and so warm, just like the hand curling around his neck...
......................................
"Oooff!"
That's the noise Gerard makes as he's rudely awoken by someone's boot kicking him in the chest. A pretty weak kick, bit he was asleep, so, ouch.
Nobody apologizes, nobody is even in the room with him by the time the gets the jacket off of his face. Which came from where, exactly?
It's not morning yet, not quite, but it's getting there. That kind of pale dark sky that's fading by the second to make way for the sun, is filtering through the broken blinds. Whoever stepped on him has been ushered into another room. Must be Frank's roommate, Gerard reasons, and grabs a smoke from the jacket that had been covering his head. His eyeslids are heavy but he feels like he slept pretty good. So many sleepless nights finally cought up with him, but Gerard is a little pleased his first long sleep in what feels like forever, wasn't a lonely one. Far from it. The last thing he remembers (with a smile), is drifting to sleep to the sound of Frank's voice recounting the life story Gerard had denied him telling earlier, with his head on Frank's shoulder. He does feel a little guilty for falling asleep before the end, though.
Gerard listens. He can hear the voices from the other room, whichever one they're in. Although he can't quite make out the words he can understand the tone, and it sounds angry but he doesn't want to interfere. It could be nothing afteral, could just be Frank's roommate pissed at him for leaving the cap off the toothpaste. He's not sure it's something he should get involved in anyway.
Right now, the more pressing matter is that he didn't get any information out of Frank. Again. Gerard thinks about getting up and just leaving to find someone else to help him as Frank is clearly a bigger distraction than help, and in all honesty, just because he's a hooker in the right area doesn't mean he actually knows anthing at all. But instead he throws his jeans on as curiosity gets the better of him, and he gets up slowly, edges closer to the closed door and tries to listen in on the conversation.
"I told you not to bring him here anymore, Frank! It's not worth it."
"The two grand in my pocket when he leaves says it is worth it, actually.
"Not when you nave to spend a chunk of it getting fixed up each time it's not! And I don't want him here. I don't wanna come back one time and find you...y'know...don't make me say it. The money isn't worth that much. And since when does he sleep here? This is my place too, or have you forgotten that?"
It's not something Gerard likes the sound of, and he makes a mental note to ask Frank about it later.
"It's not him, ok, so calm down. It's this other guy, and he's totally sweet I swear."
Gerard can't help blushing, knowing it's him Frank is talking about.
"Just get him out and don't bring anyone else here or I'm gone, and you'll be on your own."
There's a long period of quiet which makes Gerard really uncomfortable, if nothing else that had been said hadn't done that already.
"Don't say that, that's not fair, you can't go. You wouldn't last two weeks there."
"You don't know that, Frank. You don't. You could come with me, he'd look after us both, we wouldn't have to squat or worry about where the next meal was coming from-"
"I don't need a fucking pimp to look after me and I didn't think you did either. We look after each other!"
"But, Frank-"
"But what? A real bed and three meals a day? Yeah that'd be fine if you're ok with two of 'em being pimp dick! I'm not talking about this anymore, and you're not going there. End of story."
"Whatever. I'm gonna be back later. Whoever that asshole is better be gone by then."
Then there were footsteps and Gerard dives back onto the mattress, realising too late that he's still holding the cigarette. Pulling the jacket back over his head he places the cigarette on a nearby bottle top and tries to act like he's asleep.
There are no more words as the footsteps leave and the window slams shut, until Frank kicks Gerard's foot. "You can stop pretending now. I can smell the smoke."
part three