Happy Birthday Frank

I pulled Gerard behind me as we went into the costume store.
He groaned and made a vain attempt to get back in the car and drive away.
“It’s useless, Gee. Tomorrow’s Frankie’s birthday and I want some serious costumage!”
I said dragging his reluctant ass into the store.
I smiled; the scent of incense filled my nostrils.
Gerard gagged and glared at me.
I smirked over at him and kicked him to the back of the store.
A look of insanity crossed over my face as I stared at the costumes surrounding me.
Then turned back to Gerard, my prey.
His face paled at the expression I was wearing.
He didn’t like it.
I pulled out some black leather pants and shoved him into a dressing room.
“Put them on or we’ll never leave.”
I warned.
I heard a sigh from the other side of the door and clothes shuffling.
Gerard emerged wearing those lovely pants.
I smiled to myself in a way that made him want to jump off a bridge.
I inspected every curve those pants fit so well over then decided they were perfect.
“Be right back.”
I said heading to the east side of the store.
I emerged a few moments later and threw a black long-sleeved leather top at Gerard.
He looked at me disapprovingly.
“Yeah, I lost weight, but seriously.”
He said.
“Oh, trust me. This will work.”
I said smirking evilly.
He groaned and pulled his Misfit shirt off then squeezed into the leather one.
He looked damn sexy too.
I knew the man was taken, but I can look.
He looked down at himself; a bit surprised it really did look good on him.
I went to the jewelry section and pulled out a black spiked leather collar and matching bracelets.
Gerard gave me a ‘those-look-like-needles-look’ and whimpered.
I rolled my eyes.
“They’re not needles.”
I said.
He calmed a little and stopped hyperventilating.
I put them on him then grabbed some black leather combat boots and a leather whip.
He put the boots on and I strung the whip through one of the belt loops along with a studded belt.
Gerard looked at himself in the mirror.
”I’m not what I think I am…am I?”
He asked almost fearfully.
“Why, if you were thinking dominatrix, you hit the nail on the head.”
I smirked.
“Why?”
He whined.
“Because you’re Frankie’s lover and it’s his birthday tomorrow and you look dead sexy in leather.”
I stated.
It shut him up for the time being.
We bought his costume and mine then left.
We got home and I hid the costumes upstairs in my room.
Tomorrow was going to be a hellava party.