The Elite Club Of People Who've Seen Gerard Way Naked.

12: Gerard Way's Beautiful Cock

Gerard reckoned he'd prefer anything to this, and knew very much in that moment that he actually did despise his mother.

Fuck, he'd probably do the washing up and clean both his and Mikey's room over this, and for the boy who couldn't get out of bed before noon most days, that certainly meant a lot.

But this, with this kind of fucking hell, Gerard had woken up at nine in the morning, and had been dragged unwillingly by his mother to the record store down the road, and fucking hell, she really should have asked him before getting him a job.

And then there was the 'it's music, Gerard, you like music', and his mother smiling at the shop owner like she was performing some sort of slave trade deal here, before leaving her nineteen year old son to glare and groan at a country record on the shelf as he wondered just what the fuck he'd done to deserve this.

The owner looked at least forty, so there was no way Gerard was sleeping with him, which had made this at least a hundred times more pointless, because Gerard reckoned he could see the worth in anything that may just possibly involve a chance of him getting laid, or something else along those lines.

And Gerard was about to stab himself in front of this forty year old called Gregory, because he was a lazy little brat and couldn't deal with this shit, until Gregory just happened to mention this other employee that Gerard would be working with.

"His name's Jimmy, he's a couple of years older than you, and he's experienced, he knows what he's doing." Gerard reckoned the latter part of that sentence wasn't supposed to be taken the way Gerard had, but Gregory had had him at 'a couple of years older', because there was someone here he could fuck after all.

Of course, Jimmy had to be late, and Gerard was left manning some shitty cash machine that he didn't understand in a place he'd first seen all of ten minutes ago, but he guessed he was going to be paid for this (unless his mum had been more serious on the slave labour thing than Gerard had hoped) and that was good, and it gave him something other to think about than Frank, didn't it?

Not that Gerard was bothered about Frank, anyway, because the way it seemed, Frank most definitely wasn't bothered about him, and more than anything Gerard was certain that he wouldn't be the pathetic clingy ex-boyfriend, but perhaps the idiot planning to fuck a co-worker he hadn't even met yet.

Gerard just knew that if Jimmy wasn't attractive then he really was going to punch himself in the face here; he'd probably fuck him regardless - he'd been here five minutes and he was already bored, although this place was hardly much of a social hub, seeing as Gerard hadn't even know of its existence much longer than he'd known that it had existed at all.

Jimmy's eventual arrival caught Gerard by surprise: the bell chiming and Gerard having some sort of heart attack as a boy with fucking black spiked up hair walked in through the door and raised his eyebrows at Gerard.

"Oh so you're the new kid, then?" His lips contorted into a smile as he joined Gerard behind the corner, watching with entirely too much amusement as the nineteen year old found him blushing like an idiot.

"You could say that, yeah... I think my mum just sold me into slave labour here though - she didn't tell me about this until literally fifteen minutes ago and I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing here." Gerard let out a sigh, leaning against the wall as he watched Jimmy put his bag down under the counter and log onto the system on the computer - something Gerard had failed to do.

"Oh do you need your mummy to come and take you to your first day at work? You're a big boy now, huh? How fucking old are you, come on..." Jimmy let out a chuckle, leaving Gerard unable to decide if this dude actually despised him or was just putting far too much effort into a terrible kind of joke.