Oh wow, okay, NGL, this one is kind of a hard one for me because OMG I have imagined the follow up to HC in SO MANY WAYS. And shiningartifact has thrown some awesome ideas at me and even emailed me paragraphs and paragraphs of amazing awesomeness which has totally coloured my impression of how the whole thing would go down. And I would like to preface this by saying I've probably borrowed a LOT of it from her, and credit where credit is due.
See because when Frank leaves the peep show that day he is SO fucking sure that he'll be back, riding high on adrenaline, completely pumped up with how GOOD the experience was, how much he and Gee CONNECTED and how much he HAS to see him again, OMG. So afterwards, his skin still warm and rough from wiping himself down with the paper towel, he stands outside on the grubby street and takes in the signs and landmarks - programs his internal map to remember where the fuck he is so he can come back. Trying to figure out how soon he can AFFORD to come back.
And he does come back. He comes back THREE TIMES. And WALKS PAST THE PLACE three times without going in. Even though he PLANS TO every fucking time. He has fucking wet wipes in his back pocket, he's wearing his GOOD JEANS, he has THOUGHT ABOUT CONVERSATION TOPICS. But he just, fuck he's a pussy, because now that he doesn't have his dick in his hand and the buzz of hot adrenaline in his veins he just doesn't KNOW anymore. It's just a name, right - he doesn't even know if it's real (yeah, he does, it's totally real). No it's - fuck, it's Gerard's JOB to make him feel special, to make him want to come back, to KEEP coming back and he's a fucking sucker for falling for it.
But then he thinks about those unsure looks and that little smile. How completely NOT professional Gerard was acting and every other fucking detail from Gerard's lips, to the smooth skin of his back and ass and how he sounded when he came and - yeah okay so maybe he's jerked off a few times thinking about it. Or even a lot of times - and fuck, he doesn't even CARE if he's getting played, he just wants to do it again.
So, the fourth time he goes to that store, on that street, in that neighborhood, he looks up a the sign above the door that says "peepshow", steels himself, and he goes inside.
He shoves his hands into his pockets because he's fucking NERVOUS and he doesn't want it to show and he nods briefly at the kid behind the counter who's nose is buried in a comic and who doesn't even LOOK UP or seem care that Frank is a tiny human being and looks underage. Which is a relief because Frank's not sure he could even talk right now. His heart is in his throat by the time he gets tot he private booth (thank CHRIST it's empty) and he shuts himself inside, breathing too loud, hands unsteady when he pushes his money into the box.
The numbers flash, and he hits 3 without even thinking about it. He rubs damp palms against the front of his jeans while he waits for the blind to roll away. He lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding when he starts to see feet, calves, thighs in skinny jeans. But when the blind gets high enough to see hands and arms, Frank can see ink that should NOT be there. In fact, it's a full sleeve tattoo (a pretty cool one, if Frank's honest but he's so NOT paying attention), and the skin underneath is way too tan to be Gerard's and when he looks up to see the guy's face he's not at all unattractive but he is so so SO not Gerard.
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See because when Frank leaves the peep show that day he is SO fucking sure that he'll be back, riding high on adrenaline, completely pumped up with how GOOD the experience was, how much he and Gee CONNECTED and how much he HAS to see him again, OMG. So afterwards, his skin still warm and rough from wiping himself down with the paper towel, he stands outside on the grubby street and takes in the signs and landmarks - programs his internal map to remember where the fuck he is so he can come back. Trying to figure out how soon he can AFFORD to come back.
And he does come back. He comes back THREE TIMES. And WALKS PAST THE PLACE three times without going in. Even though he PLANS TO every fucking time. He has fucking wet wipes in his back pocket, he's wearing his GOOD JEANS, he has THOUGHT ABOUT CONVERSATION TOPICS. But he just, fuck he's a pussy, because now that he doesn't have his dick in his hand and the buzz of hot adrenaline in his veins he just doesn't KNOW anymore. It's just a name, right - he doesn't even know if it's real (yeah, he does, it's totally real). No it's - fuck, it's Gerard's JOB to make him feel special, to make him want to come back, to KEEP coming back and he's a fucking sucker for falling for it.
But then he thinks about those unsure looks and that little smile. How completely NOT professional Gerard was acting and every other fucking detail from Gerard's lips, to the smooth skin of his back and ass and how he sounded when he came and - yeah okay so maybe he's jerked off a few times thinking about it. Or even a lot of times - and fuck, he doesn't even CARE if he's getting played, he just wants to do it again.
So, the fourth time he goes to that store, on that street, in that neighborhood, he looks up a the sign above the door that says "peepshow", steels himself, and he goes inside.
He shoves his hands into his pockets because he's fucking NERVOUS and he doesn't want it to show and he nods briefly at the kid behind the counter who's nose is buried in a comic and who doesn't even LOOK UP or seem care that Frank is a tiny human being and looks underage. Which is a relief because Frank's not sure he could even talk right now. His heart is in his throat by the time he gets tot he private booth (thank CHRIST it's empty) and he shuts himself inside, breathing too loud, hands unsteady when he pushes his money into the box.
The numbers flash, and he hits 3 without even thinking about it. He rubs damp palms against the front of his jeans while he waits for the blind to roll away. He lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding when he starts to see feet, calves, thighs in skinny jeans. But when the blind gets high enough to see hands and arms, Frank can see ink that should NOT be there. In fact, it's a full sleeve tattoo (a pretty cool one, if Frank's honest but he's so NOT paying attention), and the skin underneath is way too tan to be Gerard's and when he looks up to see the guy's face he's not at all unattractive but he is so so SO not Gerard.
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