Gerard's POV. Work is such a hassle. I see Frank constantly but it's the biggest tease

Work is such a hassle. I see Frank constantly but it's the biggest tease. I just wanna go over and hug him or kiss him or touch him inappropriately. But I can't do that because then everyone will talk and it would be annoying having everyone watch our every move just to try and guess whether we're sleeping together or whether I'm bottom or top.

So Frank and I have been at work for an hour. I'm busy tattooing the outline of a sleeve on this guy's arm. It looks pretty awesome if I do say so myself. But what's hard is that Frank is managing everyone today, so he's not tattooing. That means that he's constantly walking past me, purposely swinging his hips as seductively as possible and distracting me.

He continued to silently flirt with me throughout the rest of the morning. When he knew I was watching him, he'd rub his chest as though he was 'itchy' or he'd put his hands into his back pockets and squeeze his ass. And then there were the times when he'd ask me how I was going. He'd walk right up to me while I was sitting down and tattooing someone so that his crotch was in line with my face. And it wasn't like his cock was relaxed during this time, because if someone put their limp dick in my face I wouldn't care. But Frank was fucking hard. And he made me know it!

Come lunch time, I was dragged out to the back courtyard by Frank who demanded that I lit him a cigarette. I didn't mind lighting him a cigarette. Or the fact that he used me as his lighter just about every time he needed to have a smoke. But what I did have a problem with was the flirting. I pouted at him.

"What's the sexy pout for?" he asked me half way through enjoying our cigarettes.

"You should know. I was tattooing some guy's arm and all of a sudden out of nowhere your hard cock appears right next to my face. And you've been sexy all day and I haven't been able to give you a hug or anything," I voiced to him, making him smirk.

"I knew it was getting to you! You know, I passed your first client after lunch onto Erica. When she asked why, I told her it was because I had to conduct a performance review with you," he told me, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Is that right? And how long is this performance review supposed to last?" I asked him.

"One whole hour," he said. "You wanna come with me to the café down the street for some lunch? I'll shout you," he suggested, wrapping his arm around my waist and bringing me closer to him. I nodded as I stepped my cigarette out. Frank followed suit and grabbed my hand, holding it in his as he pulled me back through the shop. People were looking at our linked hands out of curiosity. They were probably wondering whether it was just Frank and I's weird 'friendship' thing that we had going on or whether it was more than that. Anyway, he dragged me up to the café where we had lunch before we went back to the parlor. We walked back into the store joking and laughing. Mimi was looking at us like we were weird. Or maybe she was just looking at our body language. My arm was around Frank's shoulders and he was leaning into me.

"Well, time for your progress meeting," Frank spoke. "Everyone, we'll be in my office, so if you want something it will have to wait until after our meeting," he shouted out to all the other employees. We walked into Frank's office and he locked the door. I sat down in a chair opposite his desk and waited to see what was gonna happen. Frank went over to the filing cabinet in the corner of the office and pulled out some forms. So, we were actually doing a performance review? I was sorta hoping we'd just hang out together. But alas, we were at work, so we had to do proper work.

"So, your performance," he said, filling out my name on the top of the form. "I'm gonna run through some of these questions. It won't take too long," he spoke.

"Ok," I replied.

"Section 1: Evaluate employee's people skills," he spoke. "I'd say you're pretty excellent with that," he said, ticking all the excellent boxes.

"Section 2: Employee's skill level," he stated. "Does the employee use their hands well to carry out their tasks?... hmmm... Well, thinking back to last night, I'd have to say excellent," he spoke, smirking. "Is the employee quick and efficient?... again, last night proved to be pretty excellent," he said, ticking another excellent box.

"Section 3: Employee's teamwork. Well, I'd have to say I think we make a pretty excellent team... all excellents for you," he spoke, ticking all the excellent boxes.

Frank went through all the sections, just ticking all the excellent boxes. Then he had to write a report. After he wrote it, he read it out to me.

"Gerard is the best employee ever. He has a hot body, is funny, smart and has big feet. He's good at sucking people off and he's also good in my dreams. He is an excellent tattoo artist and has therefore passed his performance review," Frank spoke. I was literally sitting there with a massive look of shock on my face.

"Isn't the owner gonna read that or something?" I asked.

"The owner is supposed to read it, but I know for a fact that he doesn't. As long as the employees pass their performance reviews, he doesn't look at what's written in the report. I could write motherfucker over and over just to fill up the space and the owner would never read it. So there. Performance review done in 15 minutes. Now, come over here," he said, stretching his arms over the desk and picking me up before placing me in his lap. My lips found his straight away as we proceeded to make out. It wasn't one of those innocent make out sessions either. It was so full of lust. I could feel his hard cock under me as his hand rubbed the front of my pants, feeling just how hard I was. After half an hour of making out, my lips felt swollen and red and my cock was throbbing so bad.

"Frank, what're we gonna do? We've both got red lips from kissing too much!" I exclaimed in a sort of panicked voice.

"Well, if they notice that we were making out just now, I'm not gonna regret it. But I do need some time to cool off. I can't walk out there with my cock too hard, or they will definitely talk. You might wanna cool off too," he suggested. It didn't take too long for us to cool down, and once we had cooled off completely, we both hugged one another before walking out of his office with swollen lips.