A/N: I have covid :) and that is my excuse for this being subpar.

But for realsies I'm fucking dying. More so than usual.

Anyways, for context Gerard is nineteen (if you asked him he'd totally say he was twenty one) and frank is like thirty?? I wrote this, I should know their fucking ages. Also they're fucking in the bathroom of a punk club so slay I guess.

I wish there was more references to their actual ages in this because I feel like I dropped the ball kinda but I feel like shit and I'm too tired to edit it properly so suffer

Gerard groaned softly as his shoulders hit the cool tile of the bathroom stall he'd been unceremoniously shoved into. A tattooed hand worked its way into his hair, tugging sharply at the red strands.

"Fuck," The older man, who's name was apparently Frank, moaned against the pale skin of Gerard's neck. The pair's lips finally crashed together after a moment of messily grinding against each other, causing them both to release little gasps and whines - not bothering to silence themselves, the club's pounding music would probably drown out any noises.

Another moan worked its way out of Gerard's lips as the older man thrust his thigh between his legs, pinning Gerard roughly against the wall. He ground down against the steady thigh, thankful for the friction.

"Such a good slut," Frank growled in response to one of Gerard's high pitched whines. The tone of the older man's voice had Gerard moaning in agreement, so desperate to just get off in the filthy club bathroom.

They kissed for another moment, lips furiously clashing as they chased each other's tongues before Frank pushed Gerard to his knees by a rough hand on his shoulder.

Gerard looked up from under long eyelashes, undeterred by the filthy bathroom floor as he adjusted on his knees. He brought one hand up to skim over the older man's belt, while the other remained on Frank's thigh.

"Please," Gerard begged, voice quiet and broken with need.

Frank wasted no time unbuckling his belt, pulling out his already hard cock, gasping at the sensation as he stroked himself with his tattooed hand.

"You gonna be a good boy for me?" The older man questioned, pulling Gerard's head back by his hair, forcing him to make eye contact.

Gerard tried his hardest to nod in response, his movement limited slightly by the strong grip in his hair.

Frank stroked himself a couple more times before forcibly prying open the younger man's jaw with one hand. He looked down at the man in front of him, eyeing his swollen lips and slightly teary eyes before thrusting forward into his mouth.

Gerard whined softly at the sudden intrusion, suppressing the urge to gag slightly as the older man gave him no time to adjust. His eyes watered as Frank began slowly fucking into his mouth, Gerard's hands gripped his thighs, the ripped denim was probably going to end up much more ripped by the end of the night.

"Such a good boy," Frank praised, groaning as he repeatedly thrust into Gerard's mouth. He watched as saliva worked its way down the younger man's chin, ruining his once neat lip gloss further.

Moaning at the praise, Gerard's eyes wandered back up to meet Frank's. He blushed further under the stern hazel gaze, as if his situation wasn't compromising enough. A dull ache continued to ring out across his scalp as his hair was gripped even tighter by the man above him.

Frank's thrusts became slightly erratic as he neared his release, his moans becoming more breathy and guttural. "Fuck," he moaned out as he finally came, not bothering to warn the man beneath him.

Only after coming back down from his temporary high did Frank pull out of Gerard's mouth, practically pulling him to his feet by his red hair. He shot a quick smirk at the younger man as he reached into his back pocket to grab a pen. Quickly, Frank pinned Gerard's arm to the wall, hastily scribbling his number on the pale flesh before turning to unlock the door.

"Call me," Frank spoke with a wink before exiting the bathroom, leaving Gerard standing in the middle of a stall, swaying slightly and still achingly hard in his leather pants.