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Spicy, Snogging, and Twelve Rounds of Drinks
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Piercings
Chapter 6
Spicy, Snogging, and Twelve Rounds of Drinks
A/N: Here's the next chapter! I'm so sorry if it's shit, because I think this is the worst chapter. I'm no good at make-out stuff, so hopefully it wasn't horrible. Anyways, I'm so fucking happy that CosmicZombie AND benzedrine_barbie reviewed! I love your writing! And thanks to all you others who always review, like xXLaylaxX, MCR_ROCK_RHCP, SyraStrange, and anyone else who does so! I really really really appreciate each and every review!
“How you been Frankie?” Martin smiled brightly at Frank, who smiled back. Really, how does Frank know him?
“Pretty good Martin. Just came here with some new friends.” He turned to point at us, and we all just waved awkwardly.
“This dude is scaring me.” Mikey whispered to me as he waved.
“Yeah, he doesn’t look so nice to me either.” I whispered back. I wasn’t going to risk Martin hearing me, just in case he decided to beat the shit out of me. Bob wasn’t going to be able to defend us against him.
“Ahh, I see. Just friends?” he raised an eyebrow at him. Mind you, it was pierced too, like everything else that was visible.
“For now.” Frank smirked. I felt myself redden. He was talking about me right? I really hope so, I mean, the man is sex on legs.
“Should I be jealous? These are pretty good looking guys here.” He smiled our way. I saw Mikey shiver from the corner of my peripheral, and Bob looked like he was about to vomit. Strangely, Ray didn’t seem unfazed by that comment.
I shall question him about that at a later time.
“Martin, please, we just wanna go inside and dance the fucking night away.” Frank rubbed his bicep.
Eeeww, it was just plain hairy, no Frank, don’t rub it. Gross, gag me with a spoon. Or better yet….
No Gerard, stop it. No pervy thoughts right now, save that for later.
Martin glanced down where Frank was tracing his muscles, “Will you dance with me?”
Frank smirked. “Maybe. If you let us in, you’ll find out….” He pulled Martin’s chin down to his face, making them eye level.
“Well….” Martin drawled, and I know that Frank could feel the tickle of his breath on his lips, I just knew he could. “In that case, I’ll just have to let you in.”
“Awesome.” Frank smirked at Martin, and gave him a hug.
Damn that Martin. How the fuck did he get with Frank? He’s hideous, like a cross between the Hulk and a gorilla. Hairy, tall, big, and from my guesses, smelly.
“Anytime.” He smiled at Frank. Again. So much smiling going on isn’t there?
Frank walked back towards us, almost bouncing. “I got us in.”
“Yeah….” Mikey made a face, “did you seriously go out with that thing?”
“Who Martin?” Frank asked, “Only for a few weeks.”
“Why?” I asked. “Did he have a big dick or something? Money?”
“No, his dick was average. I just-“
“You’d think it was huge, judging by his size.” Mikey snorted.
“Anyways,” Frank rolled his eyes, “he didn’t look like that before. He was just as big, but he used to shave and he wasn’t as muscular.”
“
But he still had all those piercings?” Bob asked, his face contorted in a look of disgust.
“Yup,” Frank nodded, “I’m a sucker for them. Its fun biting them and poking your tongue through them and-“
“Frank?” Ray interrupted him, and Frank turned to him.
“Yeah?”
“Please, we don’t wanna hear about your sex life with that thing.” He gestured to the bouncer, who was now talking to a group of punks. “Can we just go inside?”
So we all set off to enter Spicy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The club was packed, filled with writhing bodies pulsing with the beat of the heavy music. Lights were flashing rhythmically, and you could see flashes of what was going on. On the dance floor, you could see couples making out, others grinding against each other, and plenty were just rocking out to the music.
At the tables, you could see guys and girls making out once again, and others were even dry humping. Glasses of whatever they were drinking were strewn across the table, even on the floor. At one table, it was a mess of Mohawks, fishnet fitted legs, spiked bracelets, chokers, and even a feather boa.
“This is my kind of club!” Mikey yelled out, and then set off to pounce on his next victim. He seemed to attract guys and girls alike, but he always went after what he wanted. Even if it was a straight guy, he put the moves on him. It always seemed to work, no matter what. He says it’s his charm, but I say it’s the booze that gets them all experimental.
“I’m gonna go see if I can get me some poonani tonight!” Bob said to us, and then set off on his own venture. It seems that he now referred to a woman’s special part as a poonani. Better than ‘snatch’ or ‘pink taco’, which he called it previous times.
Now it was Ray’s turn to set off. “I’m gonna go get a drink and see if I hit it off with someone, see you guys later.” It seems he didn’t specify exactly who he hoped to hit it off with. The suspicion continues….
“So….” Frank turned to me. “Wanna go rock out?”
“With me?”
He giggled. “Of course. It wouldn’t be worth it to come here if I don’t get to dance with you.”
“Well...” I could feel myself blushing, hopefully he couldn’t tell. “Okay, I’ll dance with you. My night wouldn’t be made if I didn’t dance with you either.”
So Frank took me by the hand and led me to the dance floor. I almost lost him, the sea of people jumping up and down, grinding against each other, was always close to tearing his hand away from mine. Occasionally, someone tried to pull me away to dance with them. It was mostly guys, to my relief. They were all good looking, but I had my eyes set on Frank tonight.
“Alright, let’s dance here.” He came to an abrupt stop, and I almost collided into him. “Let’s dance!” I shouted, then began swinging my hips and shaking my head around, allowing my hair to whip around my face.
Frank just laughed and began rubbing against me.
Frank. Was. Rubbing. Against. Me.
I just continued to sway my hips and keep beat to the song, which was by some punk band who I’ve never heard of. Must be local, but I honestly don’t give a shit right now. Too busy rubbing against Frank.
“You enjoying this?!” he said, smirking at me.
“Who wouldn’t?” I smiled back at him.
Frank and I danced for hours, and a few people joined in our grind fest. We were all a mess of sweaty limbs and wet hair by the time we decided to stop. I felt my jeans tighten throughout the while, no doubt from the constant friction against my crotch. It also didn’t help when your jeans were tight to begin with. But Frank always seemed to stay near me; he even pushed this dude away from me, just so he could keep rubbing up against my side. Someone even grabbed my ass, although I wasn’t sure who that was. Too many bodies around me to see who it could have done it.
He and I set off to the bar, where we could see Mikey chatting up this dude. He looked to be about the same age as Mikey, but they were no doubt still drinking. By the looks of it, Mikey was getting some tonight. The guy was practically feeling all over my brother. He wasn’t bad-looking either. He was wearing a Ramones t-shirt and some tattered grey skinny jeans, along with some Doc Martens. He had a blues streak running down the right side of his hair, which was about below the ears, and his fringe was straightened into oblivion. Maybe he was straightener obsessed too.
“Hmm… Mikey looks like he wants that guy bad.” Frank nodded towards his direction.
“Yeah….” I shrugged. “He’ll get some, always does.”
“Hey, you might too.” He nudged me, and smirked.”Now let’s go get dome drinks.”
So we set off to find some empty stools, and after a few minutes search, we managed to find some empty ones. As we sat down, I noticed Bob making out with some chick in biker boots and fishnet leggings. Along with a tight denim skirt, an ‘Anthrax’ tee, and purple hair.
“Look at Bob there.” I said to Frank. “Seems like he’s having fun.”
He laughed. “Seems like Mikey is too. He’s already making out with the dude over there.”
I turned to where Mikey is, and lo and behold, he was practically eating the guy’s face.
As I was turning back, my eyes caught sight of something.
And that something was Ray.
Ray was kissing some dude.
A DUDE.
“Holy shit!” I nudged Frank, “Look!”
“What?” he turned to me, he had just ordered some drinks.
“Ray’s making out with that guy over there!” I pointed to his massive fro, which was being raped by the said guys’ hands. Ray’s arms were wrapped around Dude’s waist, and he looked into it. Mystery Man was rather big..... Hmm....and hairy........ double Hmm....
Frank laughed. “It seems that Ray is gay too.”
“I always fucking knew it.” I giggled as I shook my head. Ray is now part of the Cock Club.
“Yeah.” Frank smiled at me. “Now let’s drink up!”
He picked up a glass, me doing the same, and we shot them down. He wasved to the bartender, who brought us more.
After about twelve more rounds, it was safe to say Frank and I were a bit tipsy.
“So then, it turns out it was a midget in a swimsuit!” Frank laughed.
“No way!” I shook my head in disbelief. Frank had some wicked awesome stories to tell.
“Yes way.” He nodded, beaming his pearly whites. “Anyways, that midget was kinda adorable.”
I pouted. “But not as adorable as me right?”
“Nah, you’re waaay more adorable.” Frank smirked. “In fact, you’re downright kissable.” He tilted my chin to him.
“Really?” I giggled. “I’m kissable?”
“Very.” Frank drew his lips close to mine. “In fact,” he blew some breath on my lips, making them tingle, “I could do it right now.”
I whispered to him, “Then do it.”
Frank crashed his lips onto mine. I instantly felt waves of excitement pass through me, and I eagerly kissed back. I wasn’t sure if the warmth I was feeling was from the whiskey, or Frank. Maybe a mixture of both, but I’m not complaining. He feverishly kissed me, and he brought his hands to my hair. He weaved his fingers through it, massaging my scalp, but at the same time pulling me closer to him. He then brought a hand down to my lower back, using his thumb to rub circles around the small of my back. It felt so damn good.
I brought my hands to his hips, and pulled him atop me.
Frank was now straddling me, and he briefly pulled away for some breath. “You’re a great kisser.” He smirked before kissing me again. I brushed my tongue across his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He quickly opened his mouth, giving me access to his inside. Our tongues fought each other for dominance, and Frank soon won. I let him kiss me any way he wanted, and our lips soon began meshing together in rhythm. We stayed like that for who knows how long, Frank sitting atop me, and my arms wrapped around his slender hips.
Unfortunately, we were rudely interrupted by Bob, who was surprisingly sober.
“Hey!” he yelled at us, and we took a moment to end the glorious make out session. “Hey!”
“What!” Frank snapped at him.
“Continue your love fest at home, it’s time to go.” He said to us.
I looked around the club, and it was considerably emptier than before. Mikey was still with the dude from earlier, and I’m guessing he’s leaving with us tonight. Ray was no longer with Mystery Dude, but he did look extremely happy. "What happened to your punk chick?"
"Oh, I fucked her in the bathroom and then she gave me her number. Her name is Evelyn." he dazed off into Lala Land for a moment, probably thinking about Evelyn's boobs.
"Classy." I chuckled. "So you gonna call her?"
"Nope. Probably not. She's a great chick and all, but she's aggressive."
he shrugged. "That's not really my type."
“All right.” I sighed. I nudged Frank, “Get up Frankie.”
He pouted, “But I don’t wanna…”
“If you don’t get up, we can’t go home.” I said to him.
“Fine.” He got up. “But only because you’re so fucking cute.”
Bob rolled his eyes. “C’mon, Mikey will kill me if we don’t get home soon. He wants that guy bad.” He glanced at us, “And by the looks of it, you guys are pretty ‘excited’ too.”
Frank and I glanced down, and we noticed we both had very big 'problems'.
Well that’s what happens when you have an awesome night with the hotness that is Frank Iero. I’m surprised I caused that though, it seems kind of big. Maybe we should solve our problem's at home, I haven't done any in a while now.
Yummy.
A/N: Well? What do you guys think? I know I suck at make out shot, but hey, I try. Please rate and review, seeing as you already read. Oh, and what did you like best about this chapter? If you liked any part at all.... Love for you all! :DD
Chapter 6
Spicy, Snogging, and Twelve Rounds of Drinks
A/N: Here's the next chapter! I'm so sorry if it's shit, because I think this is the worst chapter. I'm no good at make-out stuff, so hopefully it wasn't horrible. Anyways, I'm so fucking happy that CosmicZombie AND benzedrine_barbie reviewed! I love your writing! And thanks to all you others who always review, like xXLaylaxX, MCR_ROCK_RHCP, SyraStrange, and anyone else who does so! I really really really appreciate each and every review!
“How you been Frankie?” Martin smiled brightly at Frank, who smiled back. Really, how does Frank know him?
“Pretty good Martin. Just came here with some new friends.” He turned to point at us, and we all just waved awkwardly.
“This dude is scaring me.” Mikey whispered to me as he waved.
“Yeah, he doesn’t look so nice to me either.” I whispered back. I wasn’t going to risk Martin hearing me, just in case he decided to beat the shit out of me. Bob wasn’t going to be able to defend us against him.
“Ahh, I see. Just friends?” he raised an eyebrow at him. Mind you, it was pierced too, like everything else that was visible.
“For now.” Frank smirked. I felt myself redden. He was talking about me right? I really hope so, I mean, the man is sex on legs.
“Should I be jealous? These are pretty good looking guys here.” He smiled our way. I saw Mikey shiver from the corner of my peripheral, and Bob looked like he was about to vomit. Strangely, Ray didn’t seem unfazed by that comment.
I shall question him about that at a later time.
“Martin, please, we just wanna go inside and dance the fucking night away.” Frank rubbed his bicep.
Eeeww, it was just plain hairy, no Frank, don’t rub it. Gross, gag me with a spoon. Or better yet….
No Gerard, stop it. No pervy thoughts right now, save that for later.
Martin glanced down where Frank was tracing his muscles, “Will you dance with me?”
Frank smirked. “Maybe. If you let us in, you’ll find out….” He pulled Martin’s chin down to his face, making them eye level.
“Well….” Martin drawled, and I know that Frank could feel the tickle of his breath on his lips, I just knew he could. “In that case, I’ll just have to let you in.”
“Awesome.” Frank smirked at Martin, and gave him a hug.
Damn that Martin. How the fuck did he get with Frank? He’s hideous, like a cross between the Hulk and a gorilla. Hairy, tall, big, and from my guesses, smelly.
“Anytime.” He smiled at Frank. Again. So much smiling going on isn’t there?
Frank walked back towards us, almost bouncing. “I got us in.”
“Yeah….” Mikey made a face, “did you seriously go out with that thing?”
“Who Martin?” Frank asked, “Only for a few weeks.”
“Why?” I asked. “Did he have a big dick or something? Money?”
“No, his dick was average. I just-“
“You’d think it was huge, judging by his size.” Mikey snorted.
“Anyways,” Frank rolled his eyes, “he didn’t look like that before. He was just as big, but he used to shave and he wasn’t as muscular.”
“
But he still had all those piercings?” Bob asked, his face contorted in a look of disgust.
“Yup,” Frank nodded, “I’m a sucker for them. Its fun biting them and poking your tongue through them and-“
“Frank?” Ray interrupted him, and Frank turned to him.
“Yeah?”
“Please, we don’t wanna hear about your sex life with that thing.” He gestured to the bouncer, who was now talking to a group of punks. “Can we just go inside?”
So we all set off to enter Spicy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The club was packed, filled with writhing bodies pulsing with the beat of the heavy music. Lights were flashing rhythmically, and you could see flashes of what was going on. On the dance floor, you could see couples making out, others grinding against each other, and plenty were just rocking out to the music.
At the tables, you could see guys and girls making out once again, and others were even dry humping. Glasses of whatever they were drinking were strewn across the table, even on the floor. At one table, it was a mess of Mohawks, fishnet fitted legs, spiked bracelets, chokers, and even a feather boa.
“This is my kind of club!” Mikey yelled out, and then set off to pounce on his next victim. He seemed to attract guys and girls alike, but he always went after what he wanted. Even if it was a straight guy, he put the moves on him. It always seemed to work, no matter what. He says it’s his charm, but I say it’s the booze that gets them all experimental.
“I’m gonna go see if I can get me some poonani tonight!” Bob said to us, and then set off on his own venture. It seems that he now referred to a woman’s special part as a poonani. Better than ‘snatch’ or ‘pink taco’, which he called it previous times.
Now it was Ray’s turn to set off. “I’m gonna go get a drink and see if I hit it off with someone, see you guys later.” It seems he didn’t specify exactly who he hoped to hit it off with. The suspicion continues….
“So….” Frank turned to me. “Wanna go rock out?”
“With me?”
He giggled. “Of course. It wouldn’t be worth it to come here if I don’t get to dance with you.”
“Well...” I could feel myself blushing, hopefully he couldn’t tell. “Okay, I’ll dance with you. My night wouldn’t be made if I didn’t dance with you either.”
So Frank took me by the hand and led me to the dance floor. I almost lost him, the sea of people jumping up and down, grinding against each other, was always close to tearing his hand away from mine. Occasionally, someone tried to pull me away to dance with them. It was mostly guys, to my relief. They were all good looking, but I had my eyes set on Frank tonight.
“Alright, let’s dance here.” He came to an abrupt stop, and I almost collided into him. “Let’s dance!” I shouted, then began swinging my hips and shaking my head around, allowing my hair to whip around my face.
Frank just laughed and began rubbing against me.
Frank. Was. Rubbing. Against. Me.
I just continued to sway my hips and keep beat to the song, which was by some punk band who I’ve never heard of. Must be local, but I honestly don’t give a shit right now. Too busy rubbing against Frank.
“You enjoying this?!” he said, smirking at me.
“Who wouldn’t?” I smiled back at him.
Frank and I danced for hours, and a few people joined in our grind fest. We were all a mess of sweaty limbs and wet hair by the time we decided to stop. I felt my jeans tighten throughout the while, no doubt from the constant friction against my crotch. It also didn’t help when your jeans were tight to begin with. But Frank always seemed to stay near me; he even pushed this dude away from me, just so he could keep rubbing up against my side. Someone even grabbed my ass, although I wasn’t sure who that was. Too many bodies around me to see who it could have done it.
He and I set off to the bar, where we could see Mikey chatting up this dude. He looked to be about the same age as Mikey, but they were no doubt still drinking. By the looks of it, Mikey was getting some tonight. The guy was practically feeling all over my brother. He wasn’t bad-looking either. He was wearing a Ramones t-shirt and some tattered grey skinny jeans, along with some Doc Martens. He had a blues streak running down the right side of his hair, which was about below the ears, and his fringe was straightened into oblivion. Maybe he was straightener obsessed too.
“Hmm… Mikey looks like he wants that guy bad.” Frank nodded towards his direction.
“Yeah….” I shrugged. “He’ll get some, always does.”
“Hey, you might too.” He nudged me, and smirked.”Now let’s go get dome drinks.”
So we set off to find some empty stools, and after a few minutes search, we managed to find some empty ones. As we sat down, I noticed Bob making out with some chick in biker boots and fishnet leggings. Along with a tight denim skirt, an ‘Anthrax’ tee, and purple hair.
“Look at Bob there.” I said to Frank. “Seems like he’s having fun.”
He laughed. “Seems like Mikey is too. He’s already making out with the dude over there.”
I turned to where Mikey is, and lo and behold, he was practically eating the guy’s face.
As I was turning back, my eyes caught sight of something.
And that something was Ray.
Ray was kissing some dude.
A DUDE.
“Holy shit!” I nudged Frank, “Look!”
“What?” he turned to me, he had just ordered some drinks.
“Ray’s making out with that guy over there!” I pointed to his massive fro, which was being raped by the said guys’ hands. Ray’s arms were wrapped around Dude’s waist, and he looked into it. Mystery Man was rather big..... Hmm....and hairy........ double Hmm....
Frank laughed. “It seems that Ray is gay too.”
“I always fucking knew it.” I giggled as I shook my head. Ray is now part of the Cock Club.
“Yeah.” Frank smiled at me. “Now let’s drink up!”
He picked up a glass, me doing the same, and we shot them down. He wasved to the bartender, who brought us more.
After about twelve more rounds, it was safe to say Frank and I were a bit tipsy.
“So then, it turns out it was a midget in a swimsuit!” Frank laughed.
“No way!” I shook my head in disbelief. Frank had some wicked awesome stories to tell.
“Yes way.” He nodded, beaming his pearly whites. “Anyways, that midget was kinda adorable.”
I pouted. “But not as adorable as me right?”
“Nah, you’re waaay more adorable.” Frank smirked. “In fact, you’re downright kissable.” He tilted my chin to him.
“Really?” I giggled. “I’m kissable?”
“Very.” Frank drew his lips close to mine. “In fact,” he blew some breath on my lips, making them tingle, “I could do it right now.”
I whispered to him, “Then do it.”
Frank crashed his lips onto mine. I instantly felt waves of excitement pass through me, and I eagerly kissed back. I wasn’t sure if the warmth I was feeling was from the whiskey, or Frank. Maybe a mixture of both, but I’m not complaining. He feverishly kissed me, and he brought his hands to my hair. He weaved his fingers through it, massaging my scalp, but at the same time pulling me closer to him. He then brought a hand down to my lower back, using his thumb to rub circles around the small of my back. It felt so damn good.
I brought my hands to his hips, and pulled him atop me.
Frank was now straddling me, and he briefly pulled away for some breath. “You’re a great kisser.” He smirked before kissing me again. I brushed my tongue across his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He quickly opened his mouth, giving me access to his inside. Our tongues fought each other for dominance, and Frank soon won. I let him kiss me any way he wanted, and our lips soon began meshing together in rhythm. We stayed like that for who knows how long, Frank sitting atop me, and my arms wrapped around his slender hips.
Unfortunately, we were rudely interrupted by Bob, who was surprisingly sober.
“Hey!” he yelled at us, and we took a moment to end the glorious make out session. “Hey!”
“What!” Frank snapped at him.
“Continue your love fest at home, it’s time to go.” He said to us.
I looked around the club, and it was considerably emptier than before. Mikey was still with the dude from earlier, and I’m guessing he’s leaving with us tonight. Ray was no longer with Mystery Dude, but he did look extremely happy. "What happened to your punk chick?"
"Oh, I fucked her in the bathroom and then she gave me her number. Her name is Evelyn." he dazed off into Lala Land for a moment, probably thinking about Evelyn's boobs.
"Classy." I chuckled. "So you gonna call her?"
"Nope. Probably not. She's a great chick and all, but she's aggressive."
he shrugged. "That's not really my type."
“All right.” I sighed. I nudged Frank, “Get up Frankie.”
He pouted, “But I don’t wanna…”
“If you don’t get up, we can’t go home.” I said to him.
“Fine.” He got up. “But only because you’re so fucking cute.”
Bob rolled his eyes. “C’mon, Mikey will kill me if we don’t get home soon. He wants that guy bad.” He glanced at us, “And by the looks of it, you guys are pretty ‘excited’ too.”
Frank and I glanced down, and we noticed we both had very big 'problems'.
Well that’s what happens when you have an awesome night with the hotness that is Frank Iero. I’m surprised I caused that though, it seems kind of big. Maybe we should solve our problem's at home, I haven't done any in a while now.
Yummy.
A/N: Well? What do you guys think? I know I suck at make out shot, but hey, I try. Please rate and review, seeing as you already read. Oh, and what did you like best about this chapter? If you liked any part at all.... Love for you all! :DD
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