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Every day, for the past two and a half years, has been the same for me. I wake up every morning just to go to work - a job I fucking hate. This isn't just any job. I work at the gas station my father owns - a way of paying for my mistake of dropping out of college for a band that never even took off. I had faith in the band. I could have seen us going places. Places I've never been before. Touring around the country, playing in front of a huge crowd on a huge stage in a huge arena, kids screaming every word to every song... But unfortunately, the guys all thought that being drug addicts and alcoholics came with the job description. That lifestyle isn't for me.

So here I am, working at the only gas station in town. I have to deal with the everyday regulars, bitching about gas prices and stating that one day they were going to get out of this Godforsaken city and make something with their life. I tell myself that every day. I am reminded of how much of a fuck up I really am. I will be stuck working here for the rest of my life, and for what? Because I dropped out of college for a stupid band. If only I listened to my father I would be off to a bigger and brighter future instead of sitting behind this counter and having tourists come in and ask for directions to places I have never been before. They too would bitch - telling me that I work in a gas station and should know my directions. Well, fuck you too.

This job does have its perks though. The hour I have no customers whatsoever. The moment I get to be myself and pretend that I'm not a nobody. That I have a purpose in life. And my purpose as of right now? Flipping through my Guitar Center magazine I received in the mail yesterday with my feet kicked back, resting on the counter. I can still hope that I will have another opportunity to be a famous musician. Maybe I just haven't found the right band to be in yet.

The parking lot is empty. The sun is beaming in through the window, radiating it's warmth on my face. The smell of the freshly brewed coffee and baked donuts. This is the only part about my job that I love. The peace and quiet. Not having to listen to a cocky motherfucker telling me how to do my job. Having to keep my eyes peeled on the little runts women bring into the store, making sure they don't slip anything into their pocket and running out of the store. Did you know that children never do anything wrong anymore? Even when you see the little shits do it with your very eyes? What is this world coming to? Sooner or later this world will be filled with snot-nose brats thinking they are better than everyone else.

Twenty minutes after my free time has started, I was surprised to hear the bell chime, announcing a customer. Rolling my eyes I stomp my feet on the floor and close my magazine, tossing it on the counter. Any form of annoyance I felt was pushed aside as I took in the sight before me.

Walking across the store, this beautiful creature before me made their way to the coffees, filling up two cups. I suddenly felt as though a trance had overtaken me. I couldn't pull my eyes away, nor could I even breathe. I must have looked like a fish out of water, gasping for air while staring.

As he made his way to the counter, I shook my head, clearing all the images I had of the things I wanted to do to him out of my thoughts. I watched as he placed the cups down on the counter and reach for his wallet. Finally looking me in the eye he smiled at me. I felt my cheeks flush with warmth as I turned my head to look away from him.

"Will that be all for you?" I asked him while forcing myself to remain focused on anything other than him - his looks. Temptations rising to reach across this counter and pull him close to me, crashing my lips against his and letting him take me right here right now. Nobody would be coming in for another twenty minutes. That would be plenty of time, if we skipped the foreplay. Fuck it. What the hell am I talking about? A beautiful creature like him deserves foreplay. He deserves to be pampered and kissed. Loved.

"Gas on pump 3 and a pack of Marlboro Reds please. My brother would kill me if I forgot those." God. His voice. I could sit and listen to him talk all day long. There also was something utterly familiar about him that I couldn't put my finger on. Something about his features, but for the life of me I couldn't place it. If I saw him before, how the hell could I forget him?

Walking to the shelf behind me, I took the pack he asked for, placing them on the counter in front of him. "Thanks." He said, picking them up and placing them in his jacket pocket. I nodded and went to ring up his purchase.

"$38.72." I told him - finally finding the courage to look at him, making eye contact. For a split second I forgot my name and where I was. His eyes seemed to pull me into him. I felt the blush rising back into my cheeks after he smiled at me, showing off his perfect teeth and a twinkle in his eyes. Maybe I was seeing things, but I swear there was a twinkle. He reached into his wallet and took out two twenty's.

I took the money from his hand before asking the main question I've had on my mind since I saw him. "I haven't seen you around before. You live in the area?" Usually I wouldn't bother with trying to have a conversation with one of the customers - but he seemed different. I almost regretted asking him such a question after he didn't say anything, but the genuine smile that curled his lips when I handed him his change threw it aside.

"Yeah. I grew up a few miles from here actually. I haven't been back in Jersey for almost 4 years. Took off right after graduation to go to college. I've always wanted out of this state, but something always drags me back."

"But there's nothing great about it. What could possibly be here that you can't live without?"

"My brother." He said, smile on his face. "He's always busy with work when I visit. But he called me yesterday and said he had this weekend free and wanted me to come over, so here I am." I watched as he picked up the two coffees and made his way to the door, turning to use his back to open it. "The names Mikey by the way."

I couldn't help but smile like an idiot. Mikey. I repeated before introducing myself. "Frank." That being said, he left. "Great. Now there's a good one that got away." I said aloud while watching him get in his car to leave.

The next few hours went on like normal. Exactly 25 minutes after Mikey left, someone came walking in - the heels of her shoes clapping against the floor as she walked. Teenagers walking in after school, shouting obscenities and bitching about how the principal caught them smoking in the bathroom - on more than one occasion I may add.

Like I said, everyday like clockwork, the same people come in telling the same stories as if they have never met me before.

I just finished counting the till before my shift was over when Steve walked in. Steve is the guy my father hired after I told him that I do have a life and can't sit at a gas station from open to close, seven days a week. I closed the drawer and walked around to the front of the counter.

"I just counted the till, mostly big bills so I put some smaller ones under the tray in case you need change." I knew that he knew it was there, but I do like for him to think that seeing as I'm the owners’ son, that I have rights to boss him around. "Pot two is running low on coffee so that will need to be filled and make sure you mop up the floors before you lock up."

"No problem. Bye Frank."

Once I was outside, I reached into my pocket for my cigarettes, pulling one from the pack and placing it between my lips. My father always said it was a bad habit and didn't approve of me smoking while being on his time. After lighting it and inhaling the much needed nicotine, I held the smoke in until I felt my lungs burn before blowing it out.

As I made my way down the sidewalk in the direction where I live, I reached into my pocket to retrieve my ringing phone. A smile crept to my lips after I looked at the caller ID, knowing that my day was going to get better and not include sitting around the house while watching reruns on TV.

"Hello?" I said after placing the phone up to my ear.

"Yo, Fraaaankie!!" What the hell has gotten into him? He cleared his throat before speaking again. "Listen, we are going out tonight. Get all prettied up. There's someone I want you to meet." He's kidding right?

"Not another blind date, please. You know what happened last time you hooked me up."

"How was I supposed to know John was into that kinky shit? He's so quiet at work. He seemed nice."

"I'll never forgive you for that either Gerard."

"Well, I'll make it up to you. We are going to The Beach House around 9pm." I heard the shuffling of the phone before speaking to someone. "Fuck you dude. You're going, end of story." Must be talking to the guy he wants to set me up with. "Sorry about that. He's being a douche bag."

"I take it you tried hooking him up in the past and failed too?"

"No. This is the first time setting him up. I've wanted to hook you two up since the moment he came out to me. I wouldn't introduce just anybody to him. He's been single for awhile, and so have you."

"What makes you think I will even like this guy?"

"I think I know what you like in a guy by now. I won't take no for an answer and you know that, if I screw up you can kick my ass."

I let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. I'll be there."

"Great! Wear that black shirt I got you for your Birthday. I told you I had a reason for getting it for you. Now don't be late!"

I went to say something but was cut off by the dial tone. He fucking hung up on me. "He better be cute or Gerard's going to have my foot up his ass." I spoke aloud while putting my phone back in my pocket.

When I got home, I went upstairs to look for something to wear tonight. As Gerard asked, I took the black cotton shirt off the hanger and examined it. I only wore it once, and that was just to try it on to see if it fit. Have to admit, Gerard does have a good taste in clothing, but I never had a reason to wear it. A shirt like this isn't worn just for the hell of it.

I placed the shirt onto my bed before walking back to my closet for a pair of pants.

The entire time I was getting ready, I couldn't help but to keep thinking that I was letting Mikey down. Pathetic huh? I mean, I barely even know the guy, and it's not like we arranged to see each other again. I was beating myself up over never having the guts to say anything to him. Who am I kidding? A guy like him won't find interest in a guy like me. He was probably just being nice to me because I work at a fucking gas station and he felt sorry for me. I get that a lot really.

Pushing all thoughts aside, I walked out the front door and got into my car.

Pulling into the parking lot, I parked my car behind the building before killing the engine.

"Hey Joe." I greeted upon my arrival at the entrance, giving him one of those secret handshakes that's not really a secret cause everybody seems to be doing it. Joe has been a bouncer here for as long as I can remember. He's really tall and is somebody you definitely don't want to mess with. Standing next to him makes me feel underage and in Middle School all over again, but he's a good guy.

"Hey Frank. The guys are all at the bar last I saw them." So what if my curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to make sure that I was doing the right thing by meeting this guy. I was not up for another night like what happened with John.

"Hey. You didn't happen to get a good look at the guy with Gerard by any chance did you?"

"Gerard said you would ask. Alls I'm going to say is that you're not going to be disappointed when you see him."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Trust me." He said before turning his attention to the group that walked in behind me.

I made my way through the sea of people crowding the dance floor. When the bar came into view I saw Gerard standing with his back resting against the bar, a cigarette placed between his fingers and his arm draped around a girl I haven't met. In his other hand he had a glass half full and he was talking to some guy who had his back facing me. I stood there and watched for a few minutes before finding the courage to go talk to them.

She was definitely Gerard's type. Her hair was curly and an auburn color that hung past her shoulders. Either Gerard was such a comedian or the girl just wanted to impress him because she was laughing at everything he said. But if that's the case, there's nothing wrong with that. I know I've done it a few times in the past myself. Besides, Gerard is probably eating it all up. He deserves to be happy as well. His new job has really pulled him away from a normal life.

Gerard pulled his attention from his friend, spotting me standing a good ten feet away from him. He raised his hand holding the glass, nodded his head and gestured for me to walk over. Gerard pulled his arm from around the girl and gave me a hug.

"Glad you could finally join us." He said, pulling back and looking directly at me. "This lovely lady on my right is Rose. Rose this is my best friend Frank." I didn't speak to her at all; I just gave her a pathetic smile and a gentle wave. I guess Gerard sensed that I was a bit uncomfortable with the meeting of someone new because he placed his hand on my shoulder while he spoke. "You have nothing to worry about."

He turned around and tapped his friend on the shoulder. "Hey!" He shouted over the loud music. "I want you to meet a good friend of mine." Gerard looked back at me and smiled while waiting for the guy to come to us.

The moment his friend turned around I felt my heart racing. This couldn't be possible. What are the odds of that happening?

"Frank, I'd like for you to meet my brother…"

“Mikey.” I didn't need the introduction, I already knew his name. Now it was perfectly clear to me. The eyes, his smile, his features. He resembles Gerard

Mikey looked at me and sighed. I assume it was a sigh of relieve because a smile curled his lips. That same smile he had this morning at the gas station.

"Hey Frank." Gerard just stood there looking at the both of us with a confused look.

"You guys know each other?"

"Not really. We met briefly when I stopped at the gas station."

"Why didn't you tell me Mikey? I didn't have to go through all this trouble of getting you two to meet."

"Honestly, I never thought I'd see him again. It is a small city and all, but not that small Gerard. You don't have a lot of friends."

"Fuck you!" Gerard hiccupped and looked into his empty glass and started to giggle. "I need another drink." That being said, Gerard turned and headed back to the bar, ordered another drink and pulled Rose back into his arms.

Mikey and I sat around for awhile, talking about family, friends, school, childhood, basically everything you like to get out in the open on a first date so it doesn't come back to bite you in the ass later on if the relationship works out.

"You wanna get out of here?" I asked, finishing the contents of liquor in my glass.

"Yes."

I lead Mikey to my car, but my mission was failed when I felt a firm grip on my hips from behind me and was spun around. My back pressed against the brick of the building while Mikey's body was pressed up against mine. This was it. This was the time where I make my move.

I wrapped my hands around his shirt, pulling him close enough so I can capture his lips with mine. I slid my hands down his body while licking his bottom lip, begging for entrance.

The moment his tongue touched mine, I could taste the whiskey and coke as I explored every inch of his mouth. It was everything I could have imagined. He broke away from the kiss and lowered his face to the crook of my neck. Using his tongue, he licked up and down the scorpion tattoo and nipping at the flesh.

"Fuck." I moaned as I felt his groin press firmly into my own. My head started to spin, but in that good way. Everything around me didn't exist at all. It was just Mikey and I in the parking lot with me pressed up against the wall, and it felt right.

I whimpered when he pulled away and stood a few feet in front of me. The look on his face told me he was thinking what I was thinking, but it was the drive back to his place that was in the way. "Your place?"

Mikey grinned and took my hand and pulled me across the parking lot to my car.

I was relieved when I had safely pulled the car into the driveway. Sure it was a short drive, and I didn't have much to drink, but that wasn't the reason. The whole drive, Mikey had his lips attached to my neck and his hand kept gliding up and down my thigh until he tired of it and went right for the bulge that had formed from his handy-work.

We both got out of the car and I followed Mikey around the house to the back yard. He pulled out a set of keys, unlocking and opening the door that lead to the guest room.

Mikey tossed the keys on the nightstand and kicked the door closed. He walked up to me and slid his hands down my chest, before unbuttoning my shirt and pushing me back until the backs of my knees met with the mattress of the bed. In one quick gesture, I went from a standing position to being flat on my back, lying on the bed and having Mikey crawling on top of me.

"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you." He spoke before his lips connected with mine.

I tugged onto the hem of his shirt, breaking our kiss to pull the fabric from his body. My eyes trailed up and down, admire his milky flesh and his toned chest. He was perfect.

I rolled him over onto his back, removing my own shirt in the process, and started to assault his chest, running the tip of my tongue down his chest and stomach to his navel.

His hips bucked and taking the hit, I wrapped my hand around his belt, undoing the buckle and pulling it from the loops of his jeans. I wasted no time, and started to undo the button and slide the zipper down before removing his jeans. The whole time I was watching Mikey. He had his eyes closed and his chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace.

I pulled back the elastic of his boxers and heard Mikey's breath hitch in his throat as I ran my tongue across his skin from hip to hip. Dipping my fingers into his waistband, I pulled his boxers down, releasing his cock from discomfort, already glistening with pre-cum.

Mikey raised himself up to help with the removal of his boxers.

I wrapped my hand around the base and moved my hand up and down, creating a steady pace, before sliding my tongue along the tip.

"Holy shit...” He groaned as I took him inside my mouth. I placed my hand on his hips, holding him in place, and took control over the pleasure he was receiving, bobbing my head up and down. He ran his fingers through my hair pulling it away from my face, allowing himself a better view.

Dropping his head back, I could feel his body start to tense, a sign that he was getting close. "Frank – fuck – I – shit!" He cursed as he spilled down my throat. I swallowed everything he gave me, making sure I didn't miss a drop. After I removed my mouth from him, I was taken by surprise as to how fast he was because the next second I was on my back and he instantly went for my belt.

Either he was very eager or my mind has sped itself up because it felt like only after a few seconds, my jeans and boxers were removed and my dick was inside his mouth. My hips bucked up and to my surprise, Mikey didn't try to stop me, not once.

I wrapped my hands around the sheets as I felt my orgasm building up. Mikey must have sensed that I was close because before I was able to release, he stopped. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes hoping that he wasn't finished. He was.

"Why did you stop?" I asked him, trying to catch my breath.

"Because, I have something better in mind." He replied, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. "I want you to fuck me."

Opening my eyes I saw him now staring down at me. I couldn't hide how I felt after hearing him say that. I probably looked like the biggest dork ever, but I didn't care.

I rolled him over onto his back and positioned myself between his legs and lined myself up with his entrance, but hesitated for a moment. I looked down at him, asking without speaking if he was sure, because we weren't prepared. He nodded while saying "Just do it."

I slowly pushed myself into him, letting him get used to me being inside him and doing my best not to hurt him. He raised his hips and using his leg, he pulled me closer to him, forcing me the rest of the way.

Holding myself up with both hands I waited for his approval before sliding in and out of him dipping my head into his neck. When I knew Mikey was no longer in pain, I quickened my pace and angled myself trying to find that precious spot. It didn't take long.

"Fuck!" He shouted. "Right there Frankie." I kept my position and slammed into him, hitting that spot with every thrust.

I wrapped my hand around his abandoned cock and started pumping in rhythm to each thrust. "Fuck Mikey." I felt his dick stiffen in my hand so I pounded even harder, trying to get us to cum seconds from each other. After a few more movements of my hand, I felt Mikey's warm liquid shoot out over my hand, sending me over the edge.

I continued sliding in and out of Mikey's body, riding out my orgasm. I pulled myself from his body and laid down next to him, resting my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth and happiness Mikey has brought to me upon our meeting. I can't remember the last time I've been this happy.