"So have you heard my song Destroya?" Gerard purred and affectionately slithered his hand from Synister's knee, up his thigh. Synister dropped his trembling hand on top of Gerard's.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Synister whispered curiously.
"I think you know…" Gerard smirked, locking his lustful eyes on Synister's.
"No I don't."
In that reply, the desire and light in Gerard's eyes faded slightly. After a moment, he decided on his reply.
"Oh, you know I make you wanna scream." Gerard raised his eyebrows and a grin spread across his lips.
"You know I make you wanna run from me baby, but no it's to late you wasted all your time." Synister murmured the continued lyrics. Gerard tilted his head, hoping that the intoxicated man was catching on to what he wanted to do with him.
"Sorry. Force of habit." Synister trailed off.
He wasn't catching on.
Gerard paused. Maybe he's not interested… he mused. Synister turned away from him and gulped some of his drink.
"So, what are you drinking?" Gerard sighed.
"Eh… White Russian."
An idea slipped into Gerard's mind, "Well, that's not the only thing that's gonna go down your throat tonight."
"How so?" Synister smiled, trying to understand. Gerard cursed under his breath in frustration, "You know…"
"No I don't." Synister said.
They both sat with an awkward silence swirling around them.
Gerard ran out of ideas and froze. He combed in red hair out of his face with his fingers and exhaled.
"So," he finally added, "come here often?"
"No."
Before Synister could completely finish his answer, Gerard laughed hysterically and growled, "Fuck do you want to make out or not?"
"Sure!" Synister declared. Gerard wrapped his thin arms around the clueless rock star. His lips pressed gently on Synister's, but he tugged away lightly, shortly after, "Let's move outside first." They both walked out to the back alley. They couldn't wait to continue their foreplay which both of them knew would lead into more. Synister's hands glided down Gerard's figure and he slithered his tongue into Gerard's mouth.
"You wear a lot of eyeliner." Gerard's breaths were shaky.
"I know." Synister placed his lips onto Gerard's neck. Gerard moaned indulgent in the pleasure. His eyes dropped down to what Synister though was his waist. He was wrong. He felt Gerard's hand on his crotch, followed by his pants being dropped. Syn's mouth opened wide in shock, "Oh God your awesome." He admitted. Everything started to blur and fade from the sensual pleasure. Synister choked, which was followed by an orgasm. Gerard's mouth was eventually wrapped around Synister's part. A rush of desire zipped through Synister's body. He thumped his hands against the wall behind him and groaned as sweat trickled from his forehead.
"SYNISTER!" a voice hollered from his side. He turned to see the rest of A7X standing there glaring at him. Gerard pulled away from Synister, crawled to the other side of the alley and leaned against the wall. "What the hell did you just do?" Johnny Christ stepped closer.
"I think he just did Gerard Way." Matt Shadows snorted. Gerard stumbled up guiltily.
"Well," Synister said, "In my defense, I thought he was a girl."