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The List 2
Drama
 Created on 5-27-08
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Gerard's POV
Oh my god. The nerve of that prick! I do admit, he is very easy on the eyes. Karma got him though. He has to put away all of the CDs. It sucks to be him. It really does. I on the other hand, can sit back in my chair and watch that nice little ass of his, while he's bending over to put the CDs away.
Oh my! He just bent over, and his expensive Calvin Klein white briefs are showing. White huh? Well that means one of two possible things.
1. He's trying to impress the ladies.
2. He's a virgin.
And considering that my gaydar is ticking all over this guy, I would go with the latter of the two.
"Well I'll be damned. Little Frankie's a virgin. Can't get any cock eh?" I hurled at him, making him stand up straight and blush. He looked at me angrily.
"You don't know a fucking thing about me, so I'd prefer it if you kept those sorts of comments to yourself," was all he said, before going back to doing what he was going. I was smirking.
"Ouch. Looks like I've hit a nerve. Well if it's anything to ya, I'm gay too," I told him.
"No shit, really?" he replied sarcastically. "All you have to do is sit there and anyone could work that one out."
"Well smart ass, judging by your attitude, I would say that you're still in the closet. What's your problem? You don't want Mommy and Daddy to stop buying you expensive things?" I replied. I knew he was rich. He was wearing expensive underpants for god sakes. It didn't take a genius to work it out.
"Look, I won't talk to you, if you won't talk to me," he replied.
"No can do Frankie. I'm your manager. I call the shots. So, how far have you gone with a guy?" I asked, curious. I found it hot that this guy hadn't had his brains fucked out yet. I wanted to screw him so hard that he came like there was no tomorrow.
"That is none of your business," he said, not looking at me and continuing to put away CDs.
"You ever even kissed a guy?" I asked, wanting to get out of him exactly how far he had gone with a guy.
Frank went red and didn't look at me, as he continued to put away CDs.
"Oh my god, you've never kissed a guy!" I shrieked in delight. "What about girls? I'm betting you've probably gone as far as squeezing a girl's breasts only to realize that nothing's coming up down there, if you get my drift," I voiced to him.
"Just drop it," he said through gritted teeth.
"Well you know, maybe if you didn't walk around with a pole up your ass, then some guy might actually want to tap you," I told him, standing up and beginning to walk over to him.
"Where the fuck do you get off?" Frank asked angrily.
"In my bedroom, with the door closed and Billy Corgan's seductive voice sounding through my CD player," I told him truthfully, standing right in front of him. For a second, Frank looked like he wanted to jump me. But he quickly masked his feelings with a fake look of annoyance.
"Why the fuck didn't I work at McDonalds like the rest of them?" Frank muttered under his breath. But I heard him.
"Now don't say that. If you worked at McDonalds, you'd be a virgin for the rest of your life, but if you work here, I could help you get guys," I told him, lifting his chin up with my fingers so that he was looking at the smirk on my face.
"I have no problem getting guys, ok?" he replied.
"And that's why you've never kissed one," I said, moving even closer to him.
"Why can't you drop this?" he asked, his eyes drifting down towards my lips.
"Because it's fun watching you get angry. Now tell me another thing. I shared with you how I like to get off, so why don't you tell me about how you like to get off," I responded.
"Why the fuck would I tell you that?" he retaliated, sounding very pissed off, swatting my hand away from under his chin.
"You have gotten off before right? You look like you'd be the sort to go home and just go on a wanking marathon all night, probably to videos of guys sucking off a dozen other guys, or maybe you have a crush on a straight man and you jerk off to thinking about him. Or maybe--"
"Just fucking leave me alone," he retorted, cutting me off.
"I'm sorry, no can do," I told him, before leaning down and kissing him.
Oh my god. The nerve of that prick! I do admit, he is very easy on the eyes. Karma got him though. He has to put away all of the CDs. It sucks to be him. It really does. I on the other hand, can sit back in my chair and watch that nice little ass of his, while he's bending over to put the CDs away.
Oh my! He just bent over, and his expensive Calvin Klein white briefs are showing. White huh? Well that means one of two possible things.
1. He's trying to impress the ladies.
2. He's a virgin.
And considering that my gaydar is ticking all over this guy, I would go with the latter of the two.
"Well I'll be damned. Little Frankie's a virgin. Can't get any cock eh?" I hurled at him, making him stand up straight and blush. He looked at me angrily.
"You don't know a fucking thing about me, so I'd prefer it if you kept those sorts of comments to yourself," was all he said, before going back to doing what he was going. I was smirking.
"Ouch. Looks like I've hit a nerve. Well if it's anything to ya, I'm gay too," I told him.
"No shit, really?" he replied sarcastically. "All you have to do is sit there and anyone could work that one out."
"Well smart ass, judging by your attitude, I would say that you're still in the closet. What's your problem? You don't want Mommy and Daddy to stop buying you expensive things?" I replied. I knew he was rich. He was wearing expensive underpants for god sakes. It didn't take a genius to work it out.
"Look, I won't talk to you, if you won't talk to me," he replied.
"No can do Frankie. I'm your manager. I call the shots. So, how far have you gone with a guy?" I asked, curious. I found it hot that this guy hadn't had his brains fucked out yet. I wanted to screw him so hard that he came like there was no tomorrow.
"That is none of your business," he said, not looking at me and continuing to put away CDs.
"You ever even kissed a guy?" I asked, wanting to get out of him exactly how far he had gone with a guy.
Frank went red and didn't look at me, as he continued to put away CDs.
"Oh my god, you've never kissed a guy!" I shrieked in delight. "What about girls? I'm betting you've probably gone as far as squeezing a girl's breasts only to realize that nothing's coming up down there, if you get my drift," I voiced to him.
"Just drop it," he said through gritted teeth.
"Well you know, maybe if you didn't walk around with a pole up your ass, then some guy might actually want to tap you," I told him, standing up and beginning to walk over to him.
"Where the fuck do you get off?" Frank asked angrily.
"In my bedroom, with the door closed and Billy Corgan's seductive voice sounding through my CD player," I told him truthfully, standing right in front of him. For a second, Frank looked like he wanted to jump me. But he quickly masked his feelings with a fake look of annoyance.
"Why the fuck didn't I work at McDonalds like the rest of them?" Frank muttered under his breath. But I heard him.
"Now don't say that. If you worked at McDonalds, you'd be a virgin for the rest of your life, but if you work here, I could help you get guys," I told him, lifting his chin up with my fingers so that he was looking at the smirk on my face.
"I have no problem getting guys, ok?" he replied.
"And that's why you've never kissed one," I said, moving even closer to him.
"Why can't you drop this?" he asked, his eyes drifting down towards my lips.
"Because it's fun watching you get angry. Now tell me another thing. I shared with you how I like to get off, so why don't you tell me about how you like to get off," I responded.
"Why the fuck would I tell you that?" he retaliated, sounding very pissed off, swatting my hand away from under his chin.
"You have gotten off before right? You look like you'd be the sort to go home and just go on a wanking marathon all night, probably to videos of guys sucking off a dozen other guys, or maybe you have a crush on a straight man and you jerk off to thinking about him. Or maybe--"
"Just fucking leave me alone," he retorted, cutting me off.
"I'm sorry, no can do," I told him, before leaning down and kissing him.
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