This is a one-shot I did a month or so ago - to do with the infamous skeleton pyjamas! Rated for language
"Does Gerard sleep naked?" as quick as the interviewer asked, his eyes shot up to catch a glance at the two musicians reactions. Gerard was now fully aware of his surroundings, remembering where he was; the tour bus, sat on the black leather couch, next to Frank, while an obnoxious interviewer sat to his right, microphone in hand and a list of questions from their beloved fans adorned in his left. The words of the questions, rang in Gerard's ears like a school bell, while his cheeks flushed red and tingled with a burning like sensation. He didn't have to look to see the smirk forming on Frank's face
"Yes he does," Frank replies quick and looks up, to look at Gerard
"No," comes the too quick reply from Gerard, his heart rate slowing down a little as he looks at Frank, whose smirk has remained firmly on his face
"Oh," Frank's tone surprised at first, but changes as he replies, "You did when you slept with me. He's told me it has to be that way." A nervous giggle erupts from Gerard, face pink as he glances at Frank and then back at the interviewer before setting his eyes forward and avoiding eye contact with everyone, before muttering, "Bad ass pyjamas."
"Wow." hat is all the interviewer says as Frank looks down, smirk firmly set and lowering his microphone
"I always wear pyjamas," Gerard trails off, still looking ahead, face burning still with embarrassment
"What happened to the skeleton pyjamas?" the interviewer asks suddenly, Frank raising his eyes again to look up
"Oh I don't know where those are, they were too hot to sleep in anyway, that is when I would sleep naked when I go to bed with those on, and they're so hot, I'd have to take them off and I don't like sleeping naked," Gerard answered, as the interviewer nodded his approval. Frank's smirk changed to a smile, as a memory raised it self form the back of his mind and smiles more as gerard goes on about his pyjamas and finds it cute but funny at the same time. Gerard falls silent, looking at Frank as the interviewer changes subject with another question, but frank and Gerard's eyes stayed locked for a moment, a look of understanding and knowing in both of their eyes; the same memory awakening in Gerard's mind that was slowly playing out in Frank's mind
FLASHBACK 2 YEARS AGO
"Seriously, I don't get why you wear those pyjamas Gerard." Gerard wondered through the small kitchen area where Frank sat at the small table, a can of coke and a book in front of him
"They're comfy," Gerard pouted as he walked past Frank
"But whenever I wake up in the night or wonder into the bunk room after you've gone to bed, they're on the floor." Frank raised an eyebrow as Gerard stopped in his tracks and turned around, a glass of water clutched firmly in his hand
"Can't help it if I get hot at night," he shrugged
"Face it Frank, he's my brother, he'll wear what he wants, even if it is slightly impractical." Mikey sounded tired as he got up from his place next to Bob on the black couch, a worn anthrax t-shirt hugging his torso and a pair of loose pyjama pants sitting on his hips
"And with that I'm off to bed," Mikey yawned heading towards the back of the tour bus where the bunk room was
"Night Mikes," Gerard called after his brother. The sound of the door opening and Ray's soft snores drifting through momentarily before being silenced as Mikey closed the bunk room door
"I'm going to head to bed too," Gerard said, glancing at the clock to see that it was fast approaching midnight. Frank sighed before returning back to his book
"Night Frankie." Frank listened as the bunk room door was opened once again and closed softly. Frank glanced around to see Bob passed out on the couch, his breathing soft and even, the light from the TV flickering and casting shadows across his face, a small trail of drool just poking out the corner of his mouth. Shaking his head, frank returned to reading his book, taking small sips from his can of coke every now and then.
An hour or so had passed, since Gerard had departed for the bunk room, Frank's eyes were barely able to stay open as he stared at the small black writing in the book he was reading, the plot and characters of the story a blur and not making any sense anymore, his empty can of coke, tipped over on the table. Sighing and getting up from the table, he slowly inched his way into the bunk room, the darkness blinding him for a moment before his eye adjusted. Yawning, he tip-toed over to Bob's bunk and pulled a blanket out. Turning quietly to leave, he could hearing shuffling as someone moved around in their bunk, muffled profanities filtering out. Smirking Frank walked back out of the bunk room and over to Bob, where he draped the cover over his sleeping form and switched the TV off, the bus being plunged into darkness. Arms out stretched and moving slowly, feeling his way through the darkness back to the bunk room, the corner of the cupboard took Frank's toe with a loud bang and a small crack
"Fuck," Frank hissed through his teeth and hobbled into the bunk room, shutting the door behind him. He could have sworn he heard someone chuckle quietly but thought nothing of it as he yanked his t-shirt over his head and stripped himself off his jeans and socks, wincing as his toe still throbbed in pain. Hauling himself into his bunk, covering his legs with a blanket he reaches out to draw the curtain across, when out of the corner of his eye, he catches movement, before the gentle sound of clothing hits the bunk room floor. Glancing out, he catches sight of Gerard's hand retreating back behind his curtain. Rolling his eyes, Frank jerked his curtain across, and settled down in his bunk, tiredness and sleep looming in the darkness, waiting to carrying Frank into the mysterious world of dreams
But sleep never comes; no matter how many times Frank turned over and tried to get comfy, sleep never comes to take him from reality. Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time, Frank rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, frustrated and annoyed. A thought clogs his mind. Gerard. Gerard in his bunk, wearing next to nothing. Frank can't help to smirk, but then become annoyed by the fact. Frank had always felt something towards Gerard, probably since he first joined the band, just starting out as a small flutter at Gerard's smile, kindness and unusual ways. The antics on stage probably hadn't helped, but Frank didn't care. Letting out a frustrated sigh and rolled onto his side again and forced his eyes shut, but still thought of Gerard, naked in his bunk. Mentally and physically face palming himself, Frank rolled back onto his back. 'If only,' Frank thought, 'But what harm is there?' Sitting up a little in his bunk and drummed his fingers.
'I could go and peak into his bunk and if he's asleep crawl in with him . . . not like I haven't done it before after watching a particularly scary movie, but he isn't wearing anything and may think me weird, a creep for doing so.' Throwing himself back down on his bunk, Frank closed his eyes, in another attempt to fall asleep. But Ray's gentle snoring, only bothered him and kept him awake and even more flustered and annoyed
'Fuck it,' he thought, kicking his covers back and pulling his curtain across and peering out. Swinging his legs out and standing up, and walking a couple of feet over to where bob's bunk was and peering up to wear Gerard's bunk was, he placed his foot on Bob's bunk and stood, peeling back Gerard's curtain and peering in. Gerard's bare back was facing him, his long black hair tousled and his breathing heavy. With one last protest of his mind telling him not to, Frank pulled himself up into Gerard's bunk and balanced himself as Gerard rolled over onto his back, sighing in his sleep, eyes still closed, his eyelashes fanning out across his cheek bone. Letting out a breath Frank was holding he pulled himself in further and slipped under the covers and pulled the curtain back across and cuddled up to Gerard's side, watching carefully for Gerard's reaction. Gerard remained asleep as Frank got himself comfy. It didn't matter how much Gerard would be out in the sun, it always amazed Frank at how pale Gerard's skin was, even in the dark. Frank shuffled a little bit, only for gerard to stir in his sleep. Frozen to the spot, Frank waited as gerard rolled and cuddled up to Frank, mewling in his sleep. Eyes wide, Frank was right knowing Gerard slept naked, as his cheeks began to burn before biting his lip to stop himself from giggling. Sighing contently and wrapping an arm around Gerard, sleep slowly took over Frank's body.
Gerard stirred in his sleep and stretched out his legs and arms before turning on his side, his eyes opening and blinking blearily into the early morning, seeing a dark figure lying next to him, warmth radiating from their body, before they too turned and rolled to face Gerard
"Morning," Frank mumbled, sleepily. Gerard smiled and closed his eyes taking in a deep breath and letting it out. 'Wait a second," Gerard thought
"Frank?" Gerard questioned, his eyes snapped open as Frank's eyes fluttered open and closed, trying to remember where he was again, before his eyes snapped open and stared wide-eyed at Gerard
"Frank?" Gerard was about to ask Frank why he wasn't in his own bunk, but before he could, Frank panicked and rolled before disappearing from view as he fell out of the bunk, with a load bang, accompanied by profanities
"Shit," Frank groaned. Gerard scrambled for a pair of boxers somewhere in his bunk and pulled them on, before he pulled back his curtain. He heard his brother groan and role over in his own bunk but none the less, Ray was still snoring away in his bunk
"Man nothing ever wakes him up," Gerard mumbled to himself as he peered at Ray's bunk before looking back down. Frank was sat up rubbing the back of his head
"Frank, what were you doing in my bunk?" Gerard whispered. Frank froze and peered up, a gentle pink tint coating his cheeks, hair dishevelled from sleep, his hazel eyes gazing back up at Gerard
"I uh . . . I um." Frank mentally slapped himself as Gerard peered down at him with curious eyes. They weren't angry or hurt looking, just generally curious. Biting his bottom lip Frank knew he couldn't lie to his best friend
"I couldn't sleep," Frank whispered. Gerard nodded
"Uhuh," Gerard mumbled before clicking his tongue and yawning. Frank glanced down, a dull ache at the back of his head. 'Great, I've been asleep all night, in the nude, with Frank next to me, and not known about it!' Gerard sighed at his thought
"Are you mad at me? I can always make it up to you if you are," Frank spoke softly, before mumbling and quiet, "Sorry." Gerard gazed down at his friend. Frank stared at the ground
"No Frankie, I'm not mad." Frank looked up at Gerard offered down his hand from his bunk. Frank stood back up, ignoring the ache that shot through his shoulder as he stretched up to grab Gerard's hand and pull himself back up. Gerard closed the curtain again and gazed at Frank
"Just wish you'd have woken me, so that i could have known." Frank gazed at him, confusion clear on his face
"So you know, that I could have at least put a pair of boxers on or something," Gerard muttered, blushing more. Frank grinned
"Nah, you looked too cute to disturb, besides," Frank laid back down in Gerard's bunk and smirked, "It's not like you haven't got anything that I haven't got." Frank chuckled as Gerard pouted, but laid back down. Frank cuddled up to Gerard's side
Gerard smiled as Frank cuddled into his side and yawned
"It's too early to get up, I say we sleep for a couple of more hours," Gerard spoke as he yawned again and settled back down
"Agreed," Frank said sleepily. Gerard closed his eyes and began to drift back off to sleep when Frank stirred
"I still don't get why you wear your skeleton pyjamas."
Gerard opened his eyes to peer at Frank, who had his eyes closed
"I told you they're comfy." Frank chuckled as Gerard closed his eyes again. There was silence for a moment
"Well, for as long as you wear them and take them off during the night, I'll always be sneaking into your bunk." Gerard smiled at the thought
"That would be nice," Gerard mumbled. Frank shifted in his spot, to place a gentle kiss on Gerard's cheek. A warm sensation filled Gerard as well as the smile as Frank settled back down by his side and dozed off into a light sleep
END OF FLASH BACK
Gerard sat, fiddling the band of metal adorning his wedding finger and smiled as the interviewer spoke. Frank glanced down, smiling sadly at the memory. He missed those times, when he would crawl into bed with Gerard at night, and just sleep next to him; Frank had kept his word, that he would crawl into bed with Gerard if he wore the skeleton pyjamas. Frank looked up as Gerard laughed at something the interviewer said. Frank had loved Gerard and still does but in a more brotherly way. He smiled more as Gerard looked at him and Gerard smiled back, a similar feeling bubbling inside of Gerard, before they both turned their attention back to the interviewer.
But there was one question, that had remained unanswered and had puzzled Frank, Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Bob and still arises in their minds, . . . . . . what did happen to the skeleton pyjamas?
What did you guys think? This is only a one shot - I do have a story of many chapters that is a frerard but it would take me a while to upload all of the chapters
Feedback is always welcome :-) and any advice on improvements or story ideas are always welcome ^_^