Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > The Bet
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2 ReviewsMikey makes a bet with Gerard before going on tour with Green Day. Will he be able to keep his pants on long enough to win it?
Here's my new story :) If I get positive reviews I'll continue, but if not oh well! I hope you guys are interested in this because I think that it will be very fun to write. I'm really excited to share this story as it consists of two bands, MCR (obviously) and Green Day. That's really all you need to know! Hope you guys like it!
xo,
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Our sweaty bodies were pressed together as he thrusted into me, and our moans filled my bedroom as we fucked. His breath was hot against my neck, and his hands were all over me.
“Oh Frank...oh baby!” I arched my back and came hard.
Frank came soon after and collapsed on top of me. I shook and held him in my arms, his skin was sticky and sweaty. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath.
“I’ve gotta go, Gee. Jamia’s gonna wonder where I am.” Frank rolled off of me and got to his feet. He dressed himself and left the house without another word.
I sighed and got off of the bed, I made my way to the bathroom and got into the shower. It was just what I needed, the hot water would wash away all of my guilt. I always showered after doing the deed, because I always felt so dirty after whoring myself out to different men. I started having sex with basically any man I set my eyes on after Lindsey and I divorced. My bandmates, security guards, and even my own roadies and band manager. I had always been bisexual, but after what Lindsey did to me I decided that I was more comfortable with men. When we were together she would degrade me. She would make fun of my body, and would always have something to say about the way I was so quiet during sex. It could be even the littlest of things that was wrong with me, and she would have something to say about it.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and looked at myself in the mirror. I sighed as I ran my hand across my ribs that were sticking out too much from my body. I had fallen down into a depression again after the divorce. Lindsey was even nastier to me, she got another man, and she took Bandit away from me. I guess the reason why I whored myself out to so many different men was because I didn’t want to fall back into the life of being an alcoholic druggie.
I was pulled from the mirror by the sickening ring of the telephone. I groaned loudly and rushed to pick it up. “Hello?” I answered.
“Hello, Gerard.” I rolled my eyes as my ex-wife’s voice came from the receiver.
“What do you want, Lindsey?”
I could almost hear her smirk. “Would you mind taking Bandit for the night? I have a date.”
Anger filled my body as she said that. “A date?”
“Mhm.” She sounded so self satisfied as she spoke, “So I’ll drop her off at six?”
“Yeah, whatever.” I sighed. “Six is good.”
“Good.” She purred through the phone. “Thanks Gerry.”
“Don’t call me that.” I spat, only to hear her laugh. The line went dead and I pushed down harshly on the ‘end call’ button. I forced myself to stop the tears that threatened to pour from my eyes as I dialed Ray’s number.
“Hello?” Christa answered the phone and I felt a little sting in my heart. I hated doing this, I really did.
“Hi Christa, is Ray there?” I tried to sound as innocent as I could.
“Oh hey, Gee! Yeah I’ll give the phone to him!” She responded as I wiped tears from my cheeks.
“Thanks...” I choked out the word.
“Hello?” Ray’s voice was on the other end within seconds.
“Hey, it’s me. Can you go somewhere private?” I asked.
“Yeah, just give me a second.” I heard him give a lame excuse to Christa and then I heard him walk outside. “What do you want, Gerard?”
“Fuck me please.” I sounded so desperate. “I need you inside of me.”
“Gerard how many times have I told you? I can’t keep doing this, I love Christa!” Ray yelled.
I choked on tears and broke down crying. “Please Ray! I’ll do anything!”
“Fine.” Ray snapped and hung up.
Within the half hour I was pressed to the mattress once more. I moaned Ray’s name this time as he thrusted himself in and out of my body. “Oh God! Baby fuck me hard! Please!” I gasped and arched my back.
We both orgasmed and he got off of me. “I don’t want to do this anymore, Gerard. I love Christa and don’t want to hurt her.” He said as he dressed.
“But Ray no one will know...” I sighed.
“You’ve got a bunch of other men who would be happy to fuck you.” Ray snapped. “I don’t even get why the fuck you’re being such a whore!”
“I’m not a whore!” I yelled.
He actually laughed. “So, fucking a million different guys over a span of a few days isn’t even just a little bit slutty? Ha, you make me laugh, Gerard.”
I looked down and heard the door slam a few moments later.
>>>
Lindsey dropped off Bandit that evening along with her date. He was way taller than I was, very muscular, and overall looked way better than I did. With long flowing blond hair, blue eyes, and a strong jawline, he would be any woman’s (or man’s) dream boy.
“Gerard, this is Keith. Keith, this is Gerard.” Lindsey introduced us.
“Nice to meet you.” Keith grinned and held out his hand.
“Nice to meet you too.” I didn’t make eye contact as I took his hand, his grip on my frail hand was strong as he shook it.
“I need Bandit in bed by nine at the latest. I’ve already called her in sick from preschool because we won’t be back until tomorrow night.” Lindsey explained and handed Bandit’s pink suitcase to me.
I glared. “Some date you guys are having. Where the hell are you going that you need to take Bandit out of school? I’m perfectly capable of bringing her to class.”
“We’re going to a resort overnight, Keith bought a room for us for our one month anniversary.” She smirked. “I know well that you’re not capable of anything, Way. Especially not after leaving Bandit in the car for a half hour while you were out being a slut.”
I squeezed my eyes shut at the memory. I had left Bandit in the car, telling her I was going to drop a demo CD off at my manager’s house when I really went for a quick fuck. “I’m not going to do that again. It was a mistake, Lindsey.”
“You’re just one big mistake, Gerard. I can’t believe you turned into more of a whore than you already were.” She laughed.
“Oh for the love of God, Lindsey, shut up!” I glared.
Lindsey opened her mouth to retort but was cut off by Bandit’s shrill crying. “Mommy! Daddy! Please don’t fight!”
I instantly felt bad and went to comfort her but Keith got in the way of that, he picked her up and held her in his strong arms. She rested her head against his chest and he kissed her cheek. Anger burned in me as I glared daggers at him and spat, “You’re not her father.”
Lindsey snorted, “More of a father than you ever were!”
“Lindsey, let’s just go.” Keith stepped in.
“Yeah, we’re just wasting time here.” Lindsey smirked.
Keith set Bandit down and hugged her. “You be a good girl.” He smiled and kissed her cheek; Lindsey hugged her afterwards and whispered something in her ear.
Keith smiled at me and I rolled my eyes.
They both left without another word and I took Bandit inside. “So how have you been, my little bumble bee?” I asked.
She giggled at the nickname. “Good, Daddy.”
“So how’s Keith?” I tested. “You like him?”
“I don’t know.” She responded and dashed into her bedroom, I followed her and took the suitcase with me. She was on the floor continuing the drawing that she had started the last time she was here. I set her suitcase down by the closet and sat down beside her.
“What are you drawing?” I asked.
She smiled. “You, me, and Mommy.”
I bit my lip and watched as she drew two stick figures holding hands. One with shaggy brown hair, the other with long black hair and red lips. In between the two was a little girl who was smiling. “That’s a nice drawing.” I forced myself to speak.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She responded and started to color the drawing.
I nodded even though she couldn’t see and decided to change the subject, “Hey, you wanna help me with dinner?” I smiled.
Bandit nodded and followed me into the kitchen.
>>>
About a week later I got a call from our manager who told me that we would be touring with Green Day. The other guys in the band had confirmed that they would enjoy touring with them again, so he told me that majority ruled. I agreed anyway because I liked the Green Day guys, and maybe I could even get a little bit of action with them.
My brother came over about an hour later to visit me. I invited him inside and we sit down for a cup of coffee. “So, you probably know that we are going on tour with Green Day.” Mikey began.
I nodded. “Yup, I’m excited.”
“Oh I bet you are.” He chuckled.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I laughed.
“Oh Gerard, stop playing dumb. I know that you only agreed to go on tour with Green Day because you want to get laid.” Mikey suddenly turned bitter towards me.
I sighed. “It’s not just that-”
He cut me off. “I have a bet for you. If you can stay the whole tour without bedding one of the Green Day guys or anyone else, then I’ll tell the guys to go easy on you. I’ll tell them not to call you names anymore, and you also get bragging rights. I’m only making this bet because I know you won't be able to make it two days without fucking one of them.” Mikey smirked.
I sighed.
“So is the bet on or not?” Mikey asked.
“It’s on.” I responded.
xo,
H
Our sweaty bodies were pressed together as he thrusted into me, and our moans filled my bedroom as we fucked. His breath was hot against my neck, and his hands were all over me.
“Oh Frank...oh baby!” I arched my back and came hard.
Frank came soon after and collapsed on top of me. I shook and held him in my arms, his skin was sticky and sweaty. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath.
“I’ve gotta go, Gee. Jamia’s gonna wonder where I am.” Frank rolled off of me and got to his feet. He dressed himself and left the house without another word.
I sighed and got off of the bed, I made my way to the bathroom and got into the shower. It was just what I needed, the hot water would wash away all of my guilt. I always showered after doing the deed, because I always felt so dirty after whoring myself out to different men. I started having sex with basically any man I set my eyes on after Lindsey and I divorced. My bandmates, security guards, and even my own roadies and band manager. I had always been bisexual, but after what Lindsey did to me I decided that I was more comfortable with men. When we were together she would degrade me. She would make fun of my body, and would always have something to say about the way I was so quiet during sex. It could be even the littlest of things that was wrong with me, and she would have something to say about it.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and looked at myself in the mirror. I sighed as I ran my hand across my ribs that were sticking out too much from my body. I had fallen down into a depression again after the divorce. Lindsey was even nastier to me, she got another man, and she took Bandit away from me. I guess the reason why I whored myself out to so many different men was because I didn’t want to fall back into the life of being an alcoholic druggie.
I was pulled from the mirror by the sickening ring of the telephone. I groaned loudly and rushed to pick it up. “Hello?” I answered.
“Hello, Gerard.” I rolled my eyes as my ex-wife’s voice came from the receiver.
“What do you want, Lindsey?”
I could almost hear her smirk. “Would you mind taking Bandit for the night? I have a date.”
Anger filled my body as she said that. “A date?”
“Mhm.” She sounded so self satisfied as she spoke, “So I’ll drop her off at six?”
“Yeah, whatever.” I sighed. “Six is good.”
“Good.” She purred through the phone. “Thanks Gerry.”
“Don’t call me that.” I spat, only to hear her laugh. The line went dead and I pushed down harshly on the ‘end call’ button. I forced myself to stop the tears that threatened to pour from my eyes as I dialed Ray’s number.
“Hello?” Christa answered the phone and I felt a little sting in my heart. I hated doing this, I really did.
“Hi Christa, is Ray there?” I tried to sound as innocent as I could.
“Oh hey, Gee! Yeah I’ll give the phone to him!” She responded as I wiped tears from my cheeks.
“Thanks...” I choked out the word.
“Hello?” Ray’s voice was on the other end within seconds.
“Hey, it’s me. Can you go somewhere private?” I asked.
“Yeah, just give me a second.” I heard him give a lame excuse to Christa and then I heard him walk outside. “What do you want, Gerard?”
“Fuck me please.” I sounded so desperate. “I need you inside of me.”
“Gerard how many times have I told you? I can’t keep doing this, I love Christa!” Ray yelled.
I choked on tears and broke down crying. “Please Ray! I’ll do anything!”
“Fine.” Ray snapped and hung up.
Within the half hour I was pressed to the mattress once more. I moaned Ray’s name this time as he thrusted himself in and out of my body. “Oh God! Baby fuck me hard! Please!” I gasped and arched my back.
We both orgasmed and he got off of me. “I don’t want to do this anymore, Gerard. I love Christa and don’t want to hurt her.” He said as he dressed.
“But Ray no one will know...” I sighed.
“You’ve got a bunch of other men who would be happy to fuck you.” Ray snapped. “I don’t even get why the fuck you’re being such a whore!”
“I’m not a whore!” I yelled.
He actually laughed. “So, fucking a million different guys over a span of a few days isn’t even just a little bit slutty? Ha, you make me laugh, Gerard.”
I looked down and heard the door slam a few moments later.
>>>
Lindsey dropped off Bandit that evening along with her date. He was way taller than I was, very muscular, and overall looked way better than I did. With long flowing blond hair, blue eyes, and a strong jawline, he would be any woman’s (or man’s) dream boy.
“Gerard, this is Keith. Keith, this is Gerard.” Lindsey introduced us.
“Nice to meet you.” Keith grinned and held out his hand.
“Nice to meet you too.” I didn’t make eye contact as I took his hand, his grip on my frail hand was strong as he shook it.
“I need Bandit in bed by nine at the latest. I’ve already called her in sick from preschool because we won’t be back until tomorrow night.” Lindsey explained and handed Bandit’s pink suitcase to me.
I glared. “Some date you guys are having. Where the hell are you going that you need to take Bandit out of school? I’m perfectly capable of bringing her to class.”
“We’re going to a resort overnight, Keith bought a room for us for our one month anniversary.” She smirked. “I know well that you’re not capable of anything, Way. Especially not after leaving Bandit in the car for a half hour while you were out being a slut.”
I squeezed my eyes shut at the memory. I had left Bandit in the car, telling her I was going to drop a demo CD off at my manager’s house when I really went for a quick fuck. “I’m not going to do that again. It was a mistake, Lindsey.”
“You’re just one big mistake, Gerard. I can’t believe you turned into more of a whore than you already were.” She laughed.
“Oh for the love of God, Lindsey, shut up!” I glared.
Lindsey opened her mouth to retort but was cut off by Bandit’s shrill crying. “Mommy! Daddy! Please don’t fight!”
I instantly felt bad and went to comfort her but Keith got in the way of that, he picked her up and held her in his strong arms. She rested her head against his chest and he kissed her cheek. Anger burned in me as I glared daggers at him and spat, “You’re not her father.”
Lindsey snorted, “More of a father than you ever were!”
“Lindsey, let’s just go.” Keith stepped in.
“Yeah, we’re just wasting time here.” Lindsey smirked.
Keith set Bandit down and hugged her. “You be a good girl.” He smiled and kissed her cheek; Lindsey hugged her afterwards and whispered something in her ear.
Keith smiled at me and I rolled my eyes.
They both left without another word and I took Bandit inside. “So how have you been, my little bumble bee?” I asked.
She giggled at the nickname. “Good, Daddy.”
“So how’s Keith?” I tested. “You like him?”
“I don’t know.” She responded and dashed into her bedroom, I followed her and took the suitcase with me. She was on the floor continuing the drawing that she had started the last time she was here. I set her suitcase down by the closet and sat down beside her.
“What are you drawing?” I asked.
She smiled. “You, me, and Mommy.”
I bit my lip and watched as she drew two stick figures holding hands. One with shaggy brown hair, the other with long black hair and red lips. In between the two was a little girl who was smiling. “That’s a nice drawing.” I forced myself to speak.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She responded and started to color the drawing.
I nodded even though she couldn’t see and decided to change the subject, “Hey, you wanna help me with dinner?” I smiled.
Bandit nodded and followed me into the kitchen.
>>>
About a week later I got a call from our manager who told me that we would be touring with Green Day. The other guys in the band had confirmed that they would enjoy touring with them again, so he told me that majority ruled. I agreed anyway because I liked the Green Day guys, and maybe I could even get a little bit of action with them.
My brother came over about an hour later to visit me. I invited him inside and we sit down for a cup of coffee. “So, you probably know that we are going on tour with Green Day.” Mikey began.
I nodded. “Yup, I’m excited.”
“Oh I bet you are.” He chuckled.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I laughed.
“Oh Gerard, stop playing dumb. I know that you only agreed to go on tour with Green Day because you want to get laid.” Mikey suddenly turned bitter towards me.
I sighed. “It’s not just that-”
He cut me off. “I have a bet for you. If you can stay the whole tour without bedding one of the Green Day guys or anyone else, then I’ll tell the guys to go easy on you. I’ll tell them not to call you names anymore, and you also get bragging rights. I’m only making this bet because I know you won't be able to make it two days without fucking one of them.” Mikey smirked.
I sighed.
“So is the bet on or not?” Mikey asked.
“It’s on.” I responded.
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