Half Past Dark
A response to this prompt
Title Half past Dark
Author bebunny
Words~2285
Disclaimer I own nothing, no one and make no money
Summary “Fuck.” Jimmy breathes, too harsh in the room, too heartfelt. Frank feels the failure all the way through his bones. “Well you ain’t Dean Carson.”
Gangster!Frank/Gerard, NC-17
Notes restraints, blowjobs, guns.
The back room stinks as much as it always does of cheap whiskey and cigar smoke. There’s something else here too, something a little like damp that makes Frank want to press a handkerchief to his mouth and breath through his mouth. It’s not strong, but it’s musty and tastes of decay.
The dive isn’t far from Main, it’s off a back street that leads into a courtyard of warehouses. No one knows about it save those that need somewhere a little more out of the way to drink. There’s a clatter from the bar, maybe someone dropping a glass into the washer, a man laughs, but it sounds forced.
There’s a bundle of burlap and limbs on the floor, straining against the hemp rope that was all Jimmy had to tie him with. The kid’s not struggling, he doesn’t look strong and Frank knows it would be futile, seems like the kid knows too. He’s settled down into a heavy panting acceptance that seems to be all Jimmy was looking for.
It only takes a second to whip out his switchblade and cut the string holding the makeshift hood over the kid’s face. Jimmy pulls it off in one swift motion and just like that the bottom falls out of Frank’s world.
“Fuck.” Jimmy breathes, too harsh in the room, too heartfelt. Frank feels the failure all the way through his bones. “Well you ain’t Dean Carson.”
“No! The kid says. He looks frantically at his captors and there’s a sickening plea in his eyes. “No, my name is Gerard Way!”
Jimmy looks at Frank and shrugs, there’s an unspoken question there and Frank’s not sure he likes his first answer. He takes stock of the situation, weighing up every one of his options.
“Boss ain’t gonna be happy.” Jimmy says, like Frank doesn’t know how badly this could turn out. He has favours owed, there’s a chance if this all goes to shit that he can crawl out of it all shiny, but Jimmy..That’s not gonna end well. He’s not sure he wants to stick his neck out for a guy who spends his life pissing his money away on cards and women, and apologising for it.
He brushes away sawdust and kneels carefully next to the kid, Gerard. He’d thought at first he was young, but there’s a cast to his face, he’s maybe a couple of years older than himself. He looks terrified, it’s probably justified. He can say one thing though, the kid is startlingly pretty.
“Do you know Dean Carson?” Frank says, as gently as he can muster. “We’d really like to talk to him.”
Gerard shakes his head violently. “No, I don’t know him, but my brother does!”
Jimmy shuffles on the floor, makes a move towards them but Frank puts out a palm to stall him. There’s only one way Jimmy knows how to extract information from someone and he doesn’t think this kid is gonna respond well to that. Besides, he looks like he’s not trying to hide anything as it is.
“You want us to pay a visit to your brother?” Jimmy growls and Frank rolls his eyes. The kid stiffens next to him and there’s a new hard line in his face, he’s shutting down and Frank really doesn’t want to have to hurt him.
“If you can tell me where Carson will be tonight this can all be over right now and you won’t see us again.” Frank promises.
Gerard looks panicked for a second, and his eyes dart back and forth as he thinks. There’s a nervous shake in his bottom lip and Frank can’t stop staring at it.
“Yeah!” Gerard says suddenly, and Frank is startled out of his thoughts. “Yeah, Mi.. my brother said he couldn’t go to the club tonight, he can only go when Dean does, but Dean’s heading up to Belledale with his girl.”
“Belledale?”
“It’s a dance hall, by the bus depot, there’s a big room under the warehouse where they go to drink.”
“He’s there now?”
Gerard nods but adds a shrug, Frank gets it, there’s no way to know for sure. “Go on then.” He says over his shoulder and Jimmy gets the idea. He finishes his cigarette and grinds it underfoot.
“You not coming?”
Frank shakes his head. “When you get what we need you come back here and let me know, then we’ll see that Gerard here gets home nice and safe.” He doesn’t take his eyes off Gerard as he speaks. “But I don’t wanna be here all night you understand?”
Jimmy murmurs his agreement and a moment later the squeak of tires and the crunch of gravel indicates they’re alone.
“What do you want Dean for?” Gerard says after the silence stretches out.
“I’m pretty sure you know better than to ask questions like that.” Frank says, amused. “Try something else.”
“Did it hurt?”
Frank doesn’t know what Gerard means until he realises the kid’s staring at his tattoos. The crawl black and spidery up his arms under the crisp line of his cuffs.
“Yeah, yeah they did.”
Gerard’s still staring, so Frank shrugs off his jacket and slings it neatly over the back of the battered chair in the corder. He unlinks a cuff and rolls one sleeve up, revealing the extend of his work.
Gerard peers closer and grins. “There’s a whole story here.”
For a moment Frank’s a little taken aback, no one has ever seen his ink as anything other than the distraction of a bored and slightly posturing heavy. A couple of girlfriends he’s had liked to imagine it meant he was showing how tough he was, but in truth, he kinda likes the pain.
“Yeah?” Is all the response he can manage.
“Yeah! There’s like, people and a storyline and stuff.”
He glances down at his arm and sees just what he intended, a patchwork of moments, some meaningful, some just because he liked the picture. He supposes there is a time line of sorts there, something of a history. If you squint.
“Is it just your arms?” Gerard says. There’s something sly in him now and he’s not as fearful. He’s looking at Frank through his ridiculously long lashes. Frank’s reminded of the girls that orbit the Family, looking for danger and something a little rough.
“No it’s not just my arms.” He says carefully.
Gerard just smiles, but it’s crooked and knowing, an obvious invitation.
They sit like that for a while, Gerard occasionally shifting his weight in the grime on the back room floor. He stretches every so often, pulling against his constraints. Frank watches the way his muscles flex along his back when he does it. Gerard is all soft awkward lines and dark smudges, it’s definitely appealing.
“Do you have a girl?” Gerard says after a while.
Frank considers lying, although he’d be missing out. There’s no one going to interrupt what’s going on in here, not when they know he’s working. Jimmy has to get all the way out to the East Bank, and back, he’ll be gone more than a while.
“Not really my thing.” He says eventually, keeping his tone even, feigning disinterest.
“Do you have a boy then?” Gerard says, undeterred.
“No, I don’t have a boy either.”
Gerard’s eyes travel down his body and Frank wants to preen and strut under his attention. He keeps his gaze steady though, lets Gerard look. His gaze falters on Frank’s waist, where the bulge of the handgun in its harness is unmistakable. It lingers for a brief moment than travels down.
“You window shopping?” Frank says, he chides himself inwardly for being drawn into the game but it’s been a hell of a long time since he had anyone or any time to play with.
“Look but don’t touch?” Gerard asks, there isn’t really a question, they both know there’s no way Frank’s gonna untie him.
Frank lets go of the last scrap of inhibition and shows his hand. “You like to watch?” He says.
Gerard licks his lips, the message is pretty clear, right now he’ll take anything he can get. Frank lets himself relax a little, they have time. He leans back in the chair and rolls up his other sleeve. Gerard watches the ink appear inch by inch as Frank reveals it.
He can already feel himself getting hard, testimony to how fucking long it’s been since he had the attention of someone else. He lets his hand travel over the dark blue cotton of his shirt and down until they rest on his fly. Gerard looks hungry.
It’s an interesting incentive, he’s never done this with someone watching before. He tugs on the fly and bucks up gently into his hand, rocking into the motion. His hand feels cool on his skin when he un-tucks his cock from his underwear and pulls it out. Gerard is gnawing on his lip now, eyes dark and intense as he watches Frank bring himself to where he’s fully hard.
It feels good, lazy. He watches Gerard while he works his hand, letting his fingertips drag across the crown, delicious pressure and friction pooling heat in his belly. Gerard is leaning forwards now, like he wants to touch.
Frank beckons to him and he half hops, half crawls to close the gap between them and his eyes grow wide when he hears the click of Frank’s gun.
“If I feel teeth.” Frank warns, “You taste lead.”
Gerard nods and licks his lips, eyes flicking briefly to the gun before sinking his mouth over Frank’s length.
Blooms of white hot yes flash in front of him as he closes his eyes. The warm heat of Gerard’s mouth is soft and gentle and fuck but he’d missed the touch of someone who knows what they’re doing. This is obviously not Gerard’s first time. He’s using his tongue to tease different patches and drag friction up the length and pausing every so often to suck gently.
When Gerard loses his balance slightly and Frank springs free of his mouth he grunts in frustration. Frank grins and steadies the base himself, allowing Gerard to build up a faster, more powerful rhythm. It’s delicious and Frank murmurs encouragement as he approaches his peak. He only has time to mutter a brief warning before he’s coming hard and slick in Gerard’s mouth.
Frank feels a second rush as he watches Gerard swallow and he realises his suit is still spotless. There’s a moment of pure satisfaction in it, Gerard clearly knows what he’s doing.
He tucks himself back in and watches as Gerard pushes his hips forward into nothing, eyes slipping shut. He could just leave him like this, but he feels such great work should never go unrewarded. He motions for Gerard to turn around, facing the wall. There’s a moment of awkward shuffling but they figure it out.
Frank kneels behind Gerard, placing the gun nearby. He reaches around, it’s slightly uncomfortable but workable and he doesn’t think Gerard’s gonna last long. It only takes a second to unbutton his pants and push them down slightly. Gerard is panting, so hard it must be painful and dripping. He doesn’t bother to wet his palm, just swirls his hand over the tip and slides his whole hand over the shaft. It’s slick in seconds and Gerard moans as he lets his head drop back onto Frank’s shoulder. The sound is filthy and Frank wants to break Gerard apart, find out what other sounds he can drag from the pieces.
Gerard is a wriggler, he bucks his hips into Frank’s hand and lets his head roll back and forth. Frank has to use his other arm to pull Gerard’s back against his chest, keep him steady and focused. His arm is almost aching with exertion from the frantic pace he’s built up when Gerard comes with a cracked sob. He pulses for seems like an age, straining in Frank’s hand. It enough to make Frank wanna start all over again.
He helps Gerard straighten up when they hear the car arrive outside. He’s just shrugging on his jacket at Jimmy enters, looking pleased with himself.
“Got it.” Is all he has to say, and Frank knows it went without a hitch. He elaborates anyway. “Didn’t know what it was, was desperate to give it back.”
Frank nods, and exhales, a tension he hadn’t registered before easing out of his shoulders.
“Lets see you home then.” He says to Gerard.
They bundle him in the back seat, rather than the trunk this time and Frank lets Jimmy drive to the address scrawled hastily on the back of a coaster.
They coast through the neighbourhood, passing a few vacant houses and abandoned cars. The house they come to a stop at is pretty run down, and there’s a skinny kid sat on the porch, smoking.
Frank leans in to the back seat and cuts the rope with his knife, he gets out to open the door for Gerard and flicks his gaze downward when he feels Gerard’s hand on his.
Gerard climbs out and straightens, when Frank shuts the door behind him he leans in.
“So now you know where I live.”
“I do.”
“Thanks for the ride!” Gerard calls over his shoulder as he approaches the porch. The skinny kid, scoots over to make room and the two of them watch as Jimmy drives them away.
“So now you know where I live.” There was a challenge in the statement, another invitation and Frank reckons he might just have to take advantage of it.
Title Half past Dark
Author bebunny
Words~2285
Disclaimer I own nothing, no one and make no money
Summary “Fuck.” Jimmy breathes, too harsh in the room, too heartfelt. Frank feels the failure all the way through his bones. “Well you ain’t Dean Carson.”
Gangster!Frank/Gerard, NC-17
Notes restraints, blowjobs, guns.
The back room stinks as much as it always does of cheap whiskey and cigar smoke. There’s something else here too, something a little like damp that makes Frank want to press a handkerchief to his mouth and breath through his mouth. It’s not strong, but it’s musty and tastes of decay.
The dive isn’t far from Main, it’s off a back street that leads into a courtyard of warehouses. No one knows about it save those that need somewhere a little more out of the way to drink. There’s a clatter from the bar, maybe someone dropping a glass into the washer, a man laughs, but it sounds forced.
There’s a bundle of burlap and limbs on the floor, straining against the hemp rope that was all Jimmy had to tie him with. The kid’s not struggling, he doesn’t look strong and Frank knows it would be futile, seems like the kid knows too. He’s settled down into a heavy panting acceptance that seems to be all Jimmy was looking for.
It only takes a second to whip out his switchblade and cut the string holding the makeshift hood over the kid’s face. Jimmy pulls it off in one swift motion and just like that the bottom falls out of Frank’s world.
“Fuck.” Jimmy breathes, too harsh in the room, too heartfelt. Frank feels the failure all the way through his bones. “Well you ain’t Dean Carson.”
“No! The kid says. He looks frantically at his captors and there’s a sickening plea in his eyes. “No, my name is Gerard Way!”
Jimmy looks at Frank and shrugs, there’s an unspoken question there and Frank’s not sure he likes his first answer. He takes stock of the situation, weighing up every one of his options.
“Boss ain’t gonna be happy.” Jimmy says, like Frank doesn’t know how badly this could turn out. He has favours owed, there’s a chance if this all goes to shit that he can crawl out of it all shiny, but Jimmy..That’s not gonna end well. He’s not sure he wants to stick his neck out for a guy who spends his life pissing his money away on cards and women, and apologising for it.
He brushes away sawdust and kneels carefully next to the kid, Gerard. He’d thought at first he was young, but there’s a cast to his face, he’s maybe a couple of years older than himself. He looks terrified, it’s probably justified. He can say one thing though, the kid is startlingly pretty.
“Do you know Dean Carson?” Frank says, as gently as he can muster. “We’d really like to talk to him.”
Gerard shakes his head violently. “No, I don’t know him, but my brother does!”
Jimmy shuffles on the floor, makes a move towards them but Frank puts out a palm to stall him. There’s only one way Jimmy knows how to extract information from someone and he doesn’t think this kid is gonna respond well to that. Besides, he looks like he’s not trying to hide anything as it is.
“You want us to pay a visit to your brother?” Jimmy growls and Frank rolls his eyes. The kid stiffens next to him and there’s a new hard line in his face, he’s shutting down and Frank really doesn’t want to have to hurt him.
“If you can tell me where Carson will be tonight this can all be over right now and you won’t see us again.” Frank promises.
Gerard looks panicked for a second, and his eyes dart back and forth as he thinks. There’s a nervous shake in his bottom lip and Frank can’t stop staring at it.
“Yeah!” Gerard says suddenly, and Frank is startled out of his thoughts. “Yeah, Mi.. my brother said he couldn’t go to the club tonight, he can only go when Dean does, but Dean’s heading up to Belledale with his girl.”
“Belledale?”
“It’s a dance hall, by the bus depot, there’s a big room under the warehouse where they go to drink.”
“He’s there now?”
Gerard nods but adds a shrug, Frank gets it, there’s no way to know for sure. “Go on then.” He says over his shoulder and Jimmy gets the idea. He finishes his cigarette and grinds it underfoot.
“You not coming?”
Frank shakes his head. “When you get what we need you come back here and let me know, then we’ll see that Gerard here gets home nice and safe.” He doesn’t take his eyes off Gerard as he speaks. “But I don’t wanna be here all night you understand?”
Jimmy murmurs his agreement and a moment later the squeak of tires and the crunch of gravel indicates they’re alone.
“What do you want Dean for?” Gerard says after the silence stretches out.
“I’m pretty sure you know better than to ask questions like that.” Frank says, amused. “Try something else.”
“Did it hurt?”
Frank doesn’t know what Gerard means until he realises the kid’s staring at his tattoos. The crawl black and spidery up his arms under the crisp line of his cuffs.
“Yeah, yeah they did.”
Gerard’s still staring, so Frank shrugs off his jacket and slings it neatly over the back of the battered chair in the corder. He unlinks a cuff and rolls one sleeve up, revealing the extend of his work.
Gerard peers closer and grins. “There’s a whole story here.”
For a moment Frank’s a little taken aback, no one has ever seen his ink as anything other than the distraction of a bored and slightly posturing heavy. A couple of girlfriends he’s had liked to imagine it meant he was showing how tough he was, but in truth, he kinda likes the pain.
“Yeah?” Is all the response he can manage.
“Yeah! There’s like, people and a storyline and stuff.”
He glances down at his arm and sees just what he intended, a patchwork of moments, some meaningful, some just because he liked the picture. He supposes there is a time line of sorts there, something of a history. If you squint.
“Is it just your arms?” Gerard says. There’s something sly in him now and he’s not as fearful. He’s looking at Frank through his ridiculously long lashes. Frank’s reminded of the girls that orbit the Family, looking for danger and something a little rough.
“No it’s not just my arms.” He says carefully.
Gerard just smiles, but it’s crooked and knowing, an obvious invitation.
They sit like that for a while, Gerard occasionally shifting his weight in the grime on the back room floor. He stretches every so often, pulling against his constraints. Frank watches the way his muscles flex along his back when he does it. Gerard is all soft awkward lines and dark smudges, it’s definitely appealing.
“Do you have a girl?” Gerard says after a while.
Frank considers lying, although he’d be missing out. There’s no one going to interrupt what’s going on in here, not when they know he’s working. Jimmy has to get all the way out to the East Bank, and back, he’ll be gone more than a while.
“Not really my thing.” He says eventually, keeping his tone even, feigning disinterest.
“Do you have a boy then?” Gerard says, undeterred.
“No, I don’t have a boy either.”
Gerard’s eyes travel down his body and Frank wants to preen and strut under his attention. He keeps his gaze steady though, lets Gerard look. His gaze falters on Frank’s waist, where the bulge of the handgun in its harness is unmistakable. It lingers for a brief moment than travels down.
“You window shopping?” Frank says, he chides himself inwardly for being drawn into the game but it’s been a hell of a long time since he had anyone or any time to play with.
“Look but don’t touch?” Gerard asks, there isn’t really a question, they both know there’s no way Frank’s gonna untie him.
Frank lets go of the last scrap of inhibition and shows his hand. “You like to watch?” He says.
Gerard licks his lips, the message is pretty clear, right now he’ll take anything he can get. Frank lets himself relax a little, they have time. He leans back in the chair and rolls up his other sleeve. Gerard watches the ink appear inch by inch as Frank reveals it.
He can already feel himself getting hard, testimony to how fucking long it’s been since he had the attention of someone else. He lets his hand travel over the dark blue cotton of his shirt and down until they rest on his fly. Gerard looks hungry.
It’s an interesting incentive, he’s never done this with someone watching before. He tugs on the fly and bucks up gently into his hand, rocking into the motion. His hand feels cool on his skin when he un-tucks his cock from his underwear and pulls it out. Gerard is gnawing on his lip now, eyes dark and intense as he watches Frank bring himself to where he’s fully hard.
It feels good, lazy. He watches Gerard while he works his hand, letting his fingertips drag across the crown, delicious pressure and friction pooling heat in his belly. Gerard is leaning forwards now, like he wants to touch.
Frank beckons to him and he half hops, half crawls to close the gap between them and his eyes grow wide when he hears the click of Frank’s gun.
“If I feel teeth.” Frank warns, “You taste lead.”
Gerard nods and licks his lips, eyes flicking briefly to the gun before sinking his mouth over Frank’s length.
Blooms of white hot yes flash in front of him as he closes his eyes. The warm heat of Gerard’s mouth is soft and gentle and fuck but he’d missed the touch of someone who knows what they’re doing. This is obviously not Gerard’s first time. He’s using his tongue to tease different patches and drag friction up the length and pausing every so often to suck gently.
When Gerard loses his balance slightly and Frank springs free of his mouth he grunts in frustration. Frank grins and steadies the base himself, allowing Gerard to build up a faster, more powerful rhythm. It’s delicious and Frank murmurs encouragement as he approaches his peak. He only has time to mutter a brief warning before he’s coming hard and slick in Gerard’s mouth.
Frank feels a second rush as he watches Gerard swallow and he realises his suit is still spotless. There’s a moment of pure satisfaction in it, Gerard clearly knows what he’s doing.
He tucks himself back in and watches as Gerard pushes his hips forward into nothing, eyes slipping shut. He could just leave him like this, but he feels such great work should never go unrewarded. He motions for Gerard to turn around, facing the wall. There’s a moment of awkward shuffling but they figure it out.
Frank kneels behind Gerard, placing the gun nearby. He reaches around, it’s slightly uncomfortable but workable and he doesn’t think Gerard’s gonna last long. It only takes a second to unbutton his pants and push them down slightly. Gerard is panting, so hard it must be painful and dripping. He doesn’t bother to wet his palm, just swirls his hand over the tip and slides his whole hand over the shaft. It’s slick in seconds and Gerard moans as he lets his head drop back onto Frank’s shoulder. The sound is filthy and Frank wants to break Gerard apart, find out what other sounds he can drag from the pieces.
Gerard is a wriggler, he bucks his hips into Frank’s hand and lets his head roll back and forth. Frank has to use his other arm to pull Gerard’s back against his chest, keep him steady and focused. His arm is almost aching with exertion from the frantic pace he’s built up when Gerard comes with a cracked sob. He pulses for seems like an age, straining in Frank’s hand. It enough to make Frank wanna start all over again.
He helps Gerard straighten up when they hear the car arrive outside. He’s just shrugging on his jacket at Jimmy enters, looking pleased with himself.
“Got it.” Is all he has to say, and Frank knows it went without a hitch. He elaborates anyway. “Didn’t know what it was, was desperate to give it back.”
Frank nods, and exhales, a tension he hadn’t registered before easing out of his shoulders.
“Lets see you home then.” He says to Gerard.
They bundle him in the back seat, rather than the trunk this time and Frank lets Jimmy drive to the address scrawled hastily on the back of a coaster.
They coast through the neighbourhood, passing a few vacant houses and abandoned cars. The house they come to a stop at is pretty run down, and there’s a skinny kid sat on the porch, smoking.
Frank leans in to the back seat and cuts the rope with his knife, he gets out to open the door for Gerard and flicks his gaze downward when he feels Gerard’s hand on his.
Gerard climbs out and straightens, when Frank shuts the door behind him he leans in.
“So now you know where I live.”
“I do.”
“Thanks for the ride!” Gerard calls over his shoulder as he approaches the porch. The skinny kid, scoots over to make room and the two of them watch as Jimmy drives them away.
“So now you know where I live.” There was a challenge in the statement, another invitation and Frank reckons he might just have to take advantage of it.