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Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, don't own the basic plot and quotes you recognise from Californication.

WARNINGS: This story is based on the television series "Californication", if you didn't like it or were offended by it, please do not read. I have changed a lot of the plot to suit my own wicked ways but it still includes a lot of swearing, alcohol and drug use, sex in every shape and form and some volgarity. Please do not read if this offends.

Chapter Eight - You'll do anything if it involves your dick getting a little attention.

Frank took one last puff of his cigarette before he tossed it carelessly to the ground and pressed the ball of his foot into it roughly. Smoking wasn't allowed in church.

"Two times in one year Jesus, this is big," he announced as he entered the sacred building, his voice echoing all around him.

Suddenly, a piano started playing and Frank's attention immediately left the holly symbol that looked over the church and all of its empty pews and towards the source of the noise. The figure playing had their back to him, their face and hair covered by a veil so he couldn't really see who it was.

Yet, somehow he knew he recognized the song that they were playing. It was a song that definitely shouldn't be played in a church; he had enough respect for the lord to know that. It was a 'Mindless Self Indulgence' song, one with too many vulgar and disturbing descriptions to count.

"Block your ears Jesus my man, you don't want to hear this shit! Oh fuck - the swearing again. Sorry."

He glanced up at the still smiling statue of Jesus apologetically. The statue didn't bat an eyelid; it just kept on grinning peacefully at him, completely unaware that there was anything going on in the church he was watching over.

"Glad to see someone can never get mad at me," Frank said to the statue, momentarily forgetting about the piano player.

"Oh the lords mad with you Frank. Haven't you heard? All home wreckers go to hell," the voice of the piano player finally spoke up.

"Lindsey? What the fuck - sorry Jesus - are you doing in my dream?"

The piano player stopped playing so abruptly that the keys she banged down upon made a terribly unfitting noise. She removed the veil that she had been wearing and turned, sporting that familiar smug smirk she saved only for him. He hated that smirk, he hated her and he also knew that Lindsey was no fucking Nun.

"You tell me Frank? What am I? Some sort of secret sick sex fantasy of yours? I mean, you've pretty much fucked everyone but me, or so the rumors go."

Frank's mouth fell open at her words; he couldn't believe the situation he found himself in. There was Lindsey, Gerard's wife, standing in front of the Jesus statue in a church that had plagued his dreams for months now. She was dressed as a nun and whilst Frank didn't find Lindsey particularly appealing to him, the situation, the outfit and his sleepy state of mind found her to be quite irresistible.

"A-and I intend to keep it that way. I'm not going to fuck you," he stated simply, just to let himself and God know, if anything.

"But what about me?" another voice questioned and Frank found himself spinning around to the back of the church where a new figure had emerged.

It was Mikey and he wasn't dressed like a nun but he was dressed in all black. In fact, he looked quite similar to how he did in their "Helena" video long ago. Frank ran the question over and over again in his mind. Did Mikey really just say that?

Mikey walked straight past Frank, staring suggestively at his ass as he did so. Frank couldn't help but twist it out of his line of vision a little protectively as Mikey kept walking until he was standing next to Lindsey. With his arms crossed loosely over his chest, he jutted out his hip and raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for an answer.

Frank looked from Lindsey to Mikey, their matching smiles, the way they were looking him up and down as though he was dinner. It reminded him too much of the last time he had been at the church, the time the nun had sucked his cock.

"Shit, you're not going to blow me are you?" he asked, unsure whether he was asking Lindsey or Mikey. He decided on continuing to look between them both, that way they could fight it out amongst themselves.

"Well that all depends," Lindsey said, flicking her dark hair over one shoulder.

"On what?" he dared to ask.

"On whether or not you want me to blow you," Mikey finished instead.

Frank swallowed hard, staring at Mikey as though waiting for him to burst into a fit of laughter. But the laughter never came, he looked quite serious.

"I'm not sure Mikes ... you're practically my brother you know. Um - do you, well you know - do you want me to want you to blow me?"

Something in his brain was shouting at him, trying to fiercely explain that he was talking to Gerard's baby brother. Yet, strangely, dreams never turned out the way your brain wanted them to. Frank simply continued to stare at Mikey, a look of worry upon his face as Mikey stepped closer. He wasn't sure if he should stop Mikey because he also wasn't sure if he actually wanted to stop him.

"God Frank, you'll do anything if it involves your dick getting a little attention," a third voice echoed out around the church.

He didn't need to look up to recognize this voice; he already knew that soothing tone. It was Gerard and he took his usual place, right by Lindsey's side.

At the site of him, Frank's heart skipped a beat. He was dressed in tight black pants and a tight fitted black top. The typical priest white collar was around his neck, nestled in the black of his shirt. He had dressed like that once on stage and for a photo shoot. Frank felt himself instantly go hard; it was definitely a fantasy he didn't mind dreaming about.

"Oh, he liked that one Gee," Mikey announced and straight away Frank felt the younger Way brother grab the friction in his pants.

“Oh Jesus,” he sighed as Mikey’s grip tightened. “Fuck!”

“You like that Frankie?” Mikey whispered into his ear. He wanted to shake his head, he wanted to shrug Mikey off, but he was just so fucking turned on by it all.

“See, now everybody’s happy,” Gerard announced, waving his arms around dramatically. “Come here you.”

With those final words, Gerard grabbed the Lindsey that was dressed as a nun and pulled her in close. Their lips crashed together and Gerard dipped her, his arms wrapped so tightly around her. Frank felt himself groan in frustration at the site. That certainly wasn’t a turn on, how was this supposed to be a dream? This wasn’t what he wanted at all...

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Frank’s eyes snapped open and he immediately shot upwards in bed in instant panic.

“Gay, Mikey, Priest,” he shouted incoherently.

Suddenly realizing that he was in fact safely back in his own bedroom and not at that forsaken and strangely unholy church after all, he relaxed his shoulders and sunk back down into his pillow.

“What the hell? You must have been having some dream,” Max said, removing his fixated eyes from the book he had been reading and turning to look at Frank in puzzled amusement.

“I think I almost had a foursome ... in a church ... in front of a smiling Jesus,” he explained, still a little dazed.

“Maybe you need sex therapy, you can go to rehab for that sort of thing,” Max explained, shrugging his shoulders as he shut his book and rolled out of bed.

Frank watched as his boyfriend shuffled sleepily towards his bedroom’s CD player. He watched him very closely, hoping that the site of him shirtless and wearing his pajama pants half way down his perfect ass would make him forget about the fact that Mikey Way had a firm grasp on his cock merely moments ago.

Max changed CD’s in the player and finally pressed a button which caused instrumental music to blare out of his speakers. Not really his thing, but it was soothing nonetheless.

“I hope I was one of those four in your dream Frank, it sounds really hot,” Max said as he smiled suggestively and crawled back into bed. He snuggled into Frank’s chest, his hand wondering lower and lower.

Frank closed his eyes, urging the hand that was now at his belly button to keep going downwards. He had some serious tension from that dream and the release would be welcomed. It was just a fucking shame that all he could think about was Mikey, Gerard and even Lindsey.

Instantly, his train of thought was interrupted as the instrumental from the CD that Max had put in was suddenly accompanied by a singer. A ‘singer’ who was rapping.

Frank Iero fucking hated rap.

Straight away the erection between his legs disappeared and he opened his eyes and stared at Max in disbelief.

“Rap? Are you fucking serious? You play punk-rock on stage, what gives?”

“What do you mean Frank? I love rap! If I could do it well I would gladly trade in my band for a turn-table and some good mixes. It really speaks to me, you know.”

He simply continued to stare at Max in disbelief, because no, he didn’t know! Rap didn’t speak to him at all. How could it speak to him when he couldn’t understand one fucking word that was coming out of his own CD player. It was blasphemy; he couldn’t believe this shit was running through his room, he felt dirty.

“You’ve got to be kidding. I’m sorry Max, I can’t get off to this shit,” he said bluntly.

Max stopped moving his hand around Frank’s stomach and locked eyes with him as though trying to find the humor or sarcasm behind what he had just said. There was none there.

“You’re serious? What’s your issue with rap Frank? I thought someone as musically gifted as you would understand where it was coming from.”

Max looked hurt; it didn’t go unnoticed by Frank. No one liked to hear that something they loved was crap and no one liked to hear that the person they were into didn’t love the things that they were so fond of. But Frank couldn’t help it, he couldn’t even pretend for Max, he really fucking hated rap.

“No Max, someone as musically gifted as me understands that every time someone listens to rap, they’re single handedly contributing to the death of music!”

Apparently his words stung Max greatly because he snickered and shook his head as his eyes finally left Frank’s.

“You know what Frank ... I’m late for work. See you later.”

With that Max crawled out of bed, collected his shirt and shoes off the floor and headed for the door. He stopped before he could walk out and instead headed towards the CD player. He glared at Frank as he spun the volume knob, causing the offending rap to escalate and assault Frank’s sensitive ear drums.

“Ah fuck!” he shouted above the noise, but Max merely smiled in satisfaction before walking from the room and no doubt straight out the front door.

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“Pansy just give me a second, I’m trying to get this rhythm right!” Frank shouted in frustration at the tiny puppy yapping at him from the floor.

At the tone in his voice, the small dog’s tail stopped wagging and his ears dropped as he slowly slunk away back to his over-sized bed by Frank’s back door.

“Aw come on Pans, I didn’t mean it,” he gave up, unable to resist the adorable animal.

Distracted and apparently forgetting all about Frank’s anger, Pansy bounced towards him, tail wagging once again as he badly attempted to leap into Frank’s lap.

“Alright, alright, guess it’s time for a break,” he told the puppy as he removed the guitar that was in his lap so that he could make room for Pansy.

The dog whined softly as Frank lifted it off its feet, but the moment it touched ground again on Frank’s knees it barked and growled as it tried to jump up and lick every inch of his face. Slightly defeated, Frank gave into the playful pup, glad for the break from his non-stop playing.

Since his phone call with Jack, the one where he had finally picked up his one and only friend again and started plucking away at its strings, he had not been able to stop. The very next day, the first thing he had done was go through his old box of discarded lyrics and chord patterns, playing any that looked like they had potential.

There was one sheet of paper that caught his attention, one set of lyrics that stood out from the rest and it was that very set that he had been working so hard on a rhythm for. A sound to go with the words he had written so very long ago.

The lyrics he had found were written by Frank long ago when My Chemical Romance had first started to tour. They were all about Gerard, they were all about him opening up and writing down words that he wanted Gerard to hear but never had the guts to tell him. Because, back then, he had a crush on the lead singer of the band he was in, but he couldn’t tell him and he couldn’t even admit it to himself. Finding the lyrics now felt strange. It was about a time so long ago, they hardly felt relevant anymore, even though he knew they would always be, no matter what.

Still, they were so sappy, so soft, he could never make them into a rock song, it was a loosing battle. He hated not having Gerard by his side to sing the words and help him get inspired. He hated not having Ray to bounce ideas off and tell him that he was wrong, that not all music had to be loud and in your face. Basically, he needed the band.

“Why don’t you do something useful and learn how to play an instrument. Or sing ... can you sing for me Pans?” Frank questioned the confused looking puppy in his lap. Pansy just cocked his head to the side as his eyes studied Frank closely. “Guess not. You’re lucky you’re easy on the eye Pans, good looks will get you anywhere that animal brain of yours won’t.”

Pansy growled at him as though sensing that the words were offensive. Frank just laughed and scratched him behind the ear, glad for the company. It was at that moment the small dog’s playful growl turned into an all out bark as there was a knock on Frank’s front door.

“Who the fuck is that?” he questioned the room as though the walls themselves were going to give him the answer. Reluctantly he got up from the seat he had been nestled in all morning and shuffled his unused feet to the front door of his home.

He swung it open expecting Gerard or Mikey or some other friendly face, but instead he was greeted by the very bitter smile of Lindsey. The last person he wanted to see after the odd dream he had experienced that morning.

“Frank ... nice to see you have pants on today,” Lindsey said as she side stepped him so that she could enter into his home.

Ignoring the comment and the fact that she had just entered without invitation he merely yawned as he shut the door and followed her into his lounge room. Lindsey had only been there once before yet she seemed to remember the way through his place quite well, not to mention the fact she still remembered he had only been wearing his underwear that one time too.

“Did you want something Lindsey? Or did you just come around to see if I was wearing any clothes?” he asked, sitting back down as though the walk to the front door had really taken it out of him.

Lindsey sighed heavily as she glanced around almost nervously. Frank sat up in his chair, he didn’t like the look, Lindsey looked serious. She never looked like that unless she meant business.

“I need to talk to you about Jess,” she said very bluntly, not making eye contact with Frank.

Immediately, Frank felt his heart stop beating. This was it, he had tried so hard to hide it, but Lindsey wasn’t stupid. She knew! How could she not figure it out, it was her own step-daughter! The two had become quite close; of course she would be able to tell that Frank had slept with her.

“Shit ... y-you do?” he stammered, unsure what the hell he was going to say. Was he going to lie? Was he going to admit it all? He had no clue.

“You’re aware she’s in high school, right Frank?” Lindsey said, finally making eye contact with him.

It startled him slightly, only because he didn’t know what to expect. Lindsey was looking at him almost as though she would rather be anywhere else in the world right now then there. It didn’t really fit with the situation, but his guilt and racing thoughts where too much for him. All he could think of was the fact that he had been fucking caught out.

“H-high school? Really?” he decided on saying, figuring his best bet was to play dumb. “I um - I thought she was older then that. Way older ... but that was just a guess - er, oh shit - why do you ask?”

Lindsey sighed in frustration as she crossed her arms tightly across her chest and bit down on her lip.

“Frank, stop messing around, this is serious alright.”

It was those words that made Frank give up completely. He couldn’t hate Lindsey for catching him out, he couldn’t hate her for what she was no doubt about to say. He deserved it. He was over 15 years older then Jess and he had fucked her! It was wrong, it was shameful and yet, he had done it. This wasn’t the reaction he had been expecting from Lindsey, but he was glad she wasn’t loosing her cool. He had to try and explain.

“Oh fuck Lindz, I’m so fucking sorry. I just had no idea you know. I mean, s-she didn’t exactly look ... well, what I mean is she just acted so much older and - oh fuck - I dunno what to say, but shit, I just hope we can, I dunno, rise above this and - um -”

“What the fuck? Frank ... are you high, or drunk or - I mean - is something wrong?” Lindsey interrupted him, her face scrunched up in honest confusion. Seeing a window, Frank nodded furiously.

“Yes ... high - incredibly high. What were you talking about?”

There was suddenly a light shinning through the horrible dark tunnel. Lindsey didn’t know! If she did, she would never act so confused, she would know what he was talking about straight away. It was perfect, it was all alright, he had gotten away with it this time.

“God Frank, just be serious for one moment, I need to ask you a favor. I’m supposed to go into Jess’ school today and give a talk on the music industry. You know, what it’s like to be in a band, to own your own label and what not. Unfortunately though I have work to do in New York which means I won’t be able to make it. I just figured seeing as though you’re in a band; you could go in for me and give a talk about what it’s like to actually be in a band. You’ve been in so many; surely you’ve got some good advice to give.”

“Y-you want me to talk at her school?” he asked, just to be sure that was actually what she was asking.

“Yes Frank ... today! If you’re not too fucking high to do it that is,” she added, watching him closely as though assessing how doped up he really was.

“I only had a joint, relax already, I can do it. But ... I want something from you in return,” he decided on saying, realizing how important it seemed to Lindsey that someone was there to make Jess look good.

Lindsey sighed, but she snickered and shook her head as though she had expected as much from him.

“Yeah, and what’s that Frank?”

He thought long and hard for a moment because this was finally his moment. He could make Lindsey give him whatever the fuck he wanted. He wanted Gerard, he knew that much, but he also knew it was a waste of a perfectly good blackmail, she couldn’t just hand him over.

“That’s a nice watch you've got there. Real gold is it? Bet it was expensive ..." he said, studying the shinny piece of jewelry wrapped around her wrist.

Lindsey snickered again as she lowered her head and stared at the watch. Frank didn't actually expect her to hand it over but it appeared as though he didn't know Lindsey quite as well as he thought. She must have been pretty desperate for him to go to the school because she sighed one last time before she undid the band of the watch and tossed it over to him.

"Be there at 11:30 Frank, don't be late," she told him firmly, staring at him with fierce eyes. He knew not to mess with her when she had that look. He would be there.

"11:30 today?" he asked, just to see how far he could push her.

"Yes Frank! And ... try not to be drunk; last thing a school full of teenage girls needs to see is a drunken rock star."

With those final words it was apparent Lindsey wasn't going to play along with him today, she was obviously in a hurry to get to whatever it was she had on in New York because she said one last goodbye and showed herself out. Frank just sat there staring at the watch finding his mind wondering over certain scenarios that would happen at Jess' all girls’ school. He didn't know those places even existed anymore; it was almost like a dream come true. Almost, he had to remember he wasn't that young anymore.

"What do you think Pansy? Do I look like a million bucks?" he asked the tiny puppy as he wrapped the gold watch around his wrist. Pansy just sat there, tongue out, panting hard.

Frank pulled his wrist back to inspect the glistening item closely. He decided he hated it, it was definitely not his thing. Still, he would wear it, just to piss Lindsey off.

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"So at the end of the day girls, if you can go with any other means of employment besides music, I'd do it. It's one of the greatest and most rewarding experiences I'll ever have, but at the same time it's a fucking curse. One day you're everybody’s favorite play thing, the next you're trash that's so old nobody can survive the smell of you anymore. All that struggle with money, temptation and even yourself was for a few moments of fame and that's it. Still, I guess I'm an addict, cause no matter how badly it treats me, I just can't stop fucking playing!"

Frank sat on the teacher’s desk, legs swinging, arms on either side of his thighs, addressing a classroom full of at least thirty young girls. Jess was up the front, watching him with great interest, a huge smile plastered on her face.

He knew he had done a great fucking job and for that he was mentally high fiving himself over and over again. All the girls were leaning forwards in their chairs, chins resting on the palms of their hands as they sighed and stared at him as though he was an angel fresh from heaven. To them, Frank was the battle scared hero of music, his story had them eating out of the palm of his hand.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant," Mr. Thomas, the teacher of the class commented from behind him as he clapped his hands together in approval. "That was fantastic, thank you so much for that Mr. Iero. Girls ... any questions?"

Immediately every hand in the room shot up into the air as the girls snapped out of whatever fantasies they had just been playing over in their head. Mr. Thomas pointed to an attractive red-head at the back of the room; she battered her long eye lashes at Frank and licked her lips as she spoke.

"So what's the low-down? Are you straight or gay? Married or single?" the red-head asked, her green eyes watching his closely.

"Um ... I'm seeing someone," he said, feeling as though it was the safest answer. The class wasn't satisfied and every hand shot up in the air again.

"Only questions about music and the music industry please girls," Mr. Thomas shot in, rolling his eyes at Frank as though they were life-long friends and he was doing him a favor.

With a chorus of moans, every hand went back down and at that moment the bell rang. The teacher got the class to thank Frank before excusing them for their lunch break. Each girl made sure to walk the long way around the room, just so they could swing their hips past Frank. They all wore tight fitted blouses and typical school girl skirts that stopped above every pair of knees. He was male and he was only human, he couldn't help but stare. Look but not touch, least he still respected that.

When they had all filed from the room, Mr. Thomas slapped Frank playfully on the arm as he sat on one of the girls' desks opposite him and loosened his tie.

"Fuck me dead Iero, every single one of those girls wanted to eat you for breakfast, lunch, dinner and desert my brother. You must be living the dream," Mr. Thomas said in what could only be described as the sleaziest voice on the face of the planet. "By the way, names Ted."

Frank rubbed the back of his neck and laughed. The last thing he wanted to do was be on first name basis with the pervert in front of him, still the bluntness of his first name seemed to suit him better.

"Shame their way to young though, story of my life," Frank threw in, just so that the topic of conversation could be closed.

Sure, they were all attractive enough and sure he had already slept with one of them, but that was a different matter, that wasn't the sort of thing you were supposed to share with other people. That was a mistake, he wasn't about to advertise it with the world, he wasn't proud of what he did. He could never be like this Ted guy, he wasn't like that.

"But that's the best part man! They're all horny as fuck. Teenage girls in an all girl school, there's nothing they wont do man! I'm telling you, when you're done with the music industry, come see me, I'll get you a job here."

For a moment Frank was sure he heard the guy wrong. Ted was a large, chubby man with very little going for him. Hearing him discuss the girls he taught in such a way made Frank clench his fists in anger. To say the very least, it was fucking wrong.

"Come on man, they're fucking sixteen and they're your students," he shot out, unable to control himself. One thing was for certain, if he ever had a daughter, she was strictly not allowed to attend that particular school.

"I know! Which makes it all the more exciting, know what I'm saying?" Ted continued, not realizing how much his words were getting under Frank's skin. "By the way, Jess said she knew you. That true? If so, can I ask, how exactly do you know her?"

Ted let a huge smirk cross his face as he leant forward and nudged Frank before winking at him. The gesture made him edge away from Ted, he needed to get out of that room before he snapped.

"Oh um Jess, she's - uh, family friend," he settled on saying. There was nothing else he could come up with, the girls hanging outside the front of the classroom, clearly waiting for him, were proving to be more then distracting. They chatted amongst themselves animatedly as they giggled and looked towards him suggestively.

"Family friend hey? So she's fair game? Cause I got to say Iero, the way she was watching you, lets just say I'm jealous. She's definitely top on my list," Ted explained, winking again as he let out a large belly laugh.

Frank bit down on his lip as he cringed at the harsh words. It wasn't a good spot to start a scene, plus, he was sure it would somehow all get back to Gerard if he punched this perverted freak senseless.

"Yeah ... um, there another way out of here?" he asked, deciding to ignore Ted's last comment all together.

"What?" Ted questioned in confusion. Frank pointed at the group of giggling girls. "Oh right, the fan girls ... you can head out the window, leads straight to the front of the school."

It wasn't an ideal way out, but Frank took it. Forcing one last smile and reluctantly taking Ted's hand and shaking it, he hastily climbed out of the classroom's open window hoping that the group of girls didn't see what he was doing and attempt to beat him around the front of the school.

There were plenty of trees for cover which was a good thing as he fell rather clumsily to the grassy ground once he managed to squeeze his entire body through the window's small gap. It was times like that he liked to thank God that he was so small.

"You really know how to make an exit don't you?" a female voice called to him.

Frank spun around immediately and for the first time ever, he was actually glad to see that the voice belonged to Jess. She smiled at him like she always did as she stuck out a hand and helped him to his feet.

"That was some speech, all the girls are talking about how they want to drag you off to the bathrooms and fuck you senseless," she said causing Frank to erupt into a coughing fit.

"Wow, it's true what they say then, all girl schools really do produce finer women."

Jess laughed loudly as she attempted to link arms with him, fortunately he saw it coming and side-stepped away from the gesture.

"You wait till I tell them that I've already beat them to the punch. They'll be so jealous that I got to have sex with the famous Frank Iero."

Immediately Frank grabbed her arm and pulled her in close. They continued to walk as though nothing was out of the ordinary, both smiling so as to avoid suspicion even though Frank's voice spat venom as he spoke.

"I swear to you, if you so much as open your mouth and tell a living soul about it I'll -"

"You'll what?" she finished for him, digging her nails into his arm causing him to cringe slightly. "Just remember, you're the sicko that fucked a sixteen year old. I'll cry rape."

Frank just shook his head. There they were, walking through a school full of teachers and students, carrying on as though they were having a lovely conversation about what they were going to have for dinner that night. If only they could hear what they were really saying, he was sure those teachers would not look so kindly upon him then.

"Whatever ... just, don't tell them. I don't want a bunch of underage females lining up on my doorstep."

"Don't flatter yourself Frank; I'm not going to tell them you were that good. I'd be lying."

At that, Frank couldn't help but laugh loudly. The way Jess stalked him and tried to make a move whenever she could did not suggest that that was in fact how she felt about him at all. Still, she was fighting fire with fire, it was funny.

"Look Jess, do what you want, I can't stop you. But just let me offer you one piece of advice. Stay away from that fucking teacher of yours."

When Frank reached the safety of his car he let go of Jess' arm and dived into the driver’s seat. To his great discomfort, she made a similar move into the passenger seat.

"Frank Iero ... are you looking out for me? I'm flattered, really ... Kiss me." She leaned in, closing her eyes and sticking out her lips.

"No! God, get out, someone's going to see you," he shouted, pushing her roughly away and scanning his surroundings.

"Come on Frank ... at least drive me home," she pleaded, her eyes not leaving his.

"No, no, no! Get out; you've got learning and shit to do."

With those final words she sighed in frustration, rolled her eyes and then climbed back out of the car. She made special care to get her dress caught so that it lifted up giving him a great shot of her ass and the g-string that she was barely wearing.

"For fuck's sake," he whined, quickly diverting his eyes to his steering wheel.

"Bye Frankie," she cooed, as he turned the key and started up his car.

As he pulled away from her she blew him a kiss, several girls standing by her looked her up and down as though wondering who the fuck she was to be sitting in his car and blowing him kisses.

He was secretly praying that she didn't open her big mouth and tell them all about what else she had done to him.

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It was the first time that My Chemical Romance had stayed at a hotel in months. To say the least, it was what Frank imagined heaven to be like. The first thing he did was run into the room and jump on the bed.

"A double bed with room to sit up in and a floor that isn't constantly rolling underneath you. Fuck I love these places," he admitted, letting himself tumble onto the bed. It was soft and so comfortable that he felt he could have fallen asleep right then and there.

"Yeah ... it's nice," Gerard said, clearly not sharing in Frank's enthusiasm.

Tearing his sleepy head away from the soft blankets, he sat himself up and inspected Gerard closely. He hadn't expected him to still be so upset about their current predicament.

"Gerard? Everything alright?" he asked, already knowing that the answer was going to be no.

"Frank ... what's happening to us?"

It wasn't exactly what Frank had been expecting. He had been waiting for Gerard to say that what they were doing was wrong; he was waiting for him to say that they were bound to be caught out, like he had the last two times. He definitely wasn't expecting this.

For Gerard to ask that question, it meant that something was happening to him. It meant that he was quite possibly developing feelings for him. Why did this shock Frank so much?

After all, Frank had been the one to make the first move. But he had never done it to suggest to Gerard that he was madly in love and perhaps wanted to do it over and over again, he had only done it because he was curious. Was he really prepared to make it a regular thing? Was he really prepared to risk loosing Jamia, his fucking wife, over a little curiosity?

"I dunno Gee, what do you thinks happening to us?" he asked, spinning it back around on Gerard. He needed to know if this was going further, he would put a stop to it if it was.

"I think we've crossed a line Frank. One we definitely can't continue to cross," Gerard said, rubbing his eyes as though the conversation was exhausting him.

"It was just a blow-job Gee, I gave you one, you gave me one. We're even. This can stop now; it was just a bit of fun."

He shrugged his shoulders as though the matter was settled, but a part of him was still watching Gerard intently. A part of him wanted Gerard to snap and say that he didn't want it to stop, that he wanted Frank and he wanted to keep going with their little affair.

"Yeah ... you're right. What happens on tour stays on tour, right?" Gerard asked, smiling as though the matter was settled.

Frank did his best to force a grin.

"Right! Nobody has to know Gee, it was just a fucking bad case of curiosity, it stops now."

Whilst his mouth spoke the words, his heart hammered in his chest, his mind begging him to say something else. Frank had a sneaking suspicion that the same thing was happening to Gerard because whilst they both smiled and nodded in agreement, there was a strange silence that followed.

Frank watched Gerard swallow hard. It didn't go unnoticed that his breathing was also heavier and his eyes were darting around the room as though trying desperately to find something other then Frank to look at.

Somehow, he already knew what was going to happen before it happened. Seemingly defeated, Gerard made his way over to the bed and sat down next to Frank. He had no idea whether it was an invitation or not, but he couldn't help himself, he had to try. If Gerard stopped him, then that was the end of it.

Leaning over, he didn't speak, but merely grabbed the back of Gerard's neck and pulled him in closer until their lips were touching. Gerard made no attempt to break away, he merely kissed back, his tongue sliding along Frank's bottom lip.

His heart beat quickened and his crotch tingled as he slowly moved himself closer to Gerard. As though sensing what he wanted, Gerard allowed himself to be pushed down onto the bed; Frank placed a thigh on either side of his stomach, straddling him as their kissing intensified.

He lowered his hands onto Gerard's belt. He didn't undo it, but rather wiggled his fingers beneath it so that they brushed along an apparent sensitive area right about Gerard's erect cock. Letting him know that he was in quite the same state, Frank pushed himself into Gerard, his own erection pressing against his stomach.

"Fuck Frank, we can't do this," Gerard moaned, but his hands ventured lower, gripping tightly to Frank's own belt, almost forcing him to grind into him again.

No more words were spoken as Frank pushed his tongue back into Gerard's mouth, trying desperately to silence him. It was going to happen, somehow they both knew, Frank didn't want to be talked out of it, something told him that it was just too right.

Finally his clothes began to feel like they were too fucking small and Frank broke away, only so he could hastily pull his shirt off his already sweaty chest, Gerard didn't make any attempt to remove his own clothing and Frank didn't force him. He didn't need to see him naked, he just needed him.

Frank wriggled his body lower, the movement apparently striking something in Gerard as he sighed and thrust his hips upwards, his erection now pressing against Frank's.

A wave of incredible pleasure pulsed through Frank and his stomach tightened as he groaned loudly and lowered his forehead to rest against Gerard's clothed stomach.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum in my pants in a second," he whined, almost in pain as he moved his hips around, trying to find a comfortable position. Gerard just watched him closely, his hands still gripping his belt tightly.

"Do you want me to - well, you know," Gerard suggested, looking downwards to further explain what he was talking about.

His dick screamed yes, but his mind suddenly came up with a different plan. Frank didn't want another blow job, that was kids stuff, he wanted more this time. Only problem was, how the hell did he suggest it to Gerard? He wasn't one to beat around the bush, they had come this far, Frank had to give it to him straight.

"No Gee, I want to fuck you," he shot out, moving around again so that Gerard would take the hint. He let out another pleasant sound as he jerked upwards but when his eyes fluttered back open, they locked with Frank's looking quite fearful.

Frank knew that look, he knew Gerard was going to fight him on this one until the very end, he already knew the answer was no. But Frank also knew that that same look meant that yes, Gerard did in fact want Frank to fuck him, he was just too afraid to say it out loud.

He already knew his next move. It was time for Frank to take control. Without waiting for Gerard to answer, he rose up onto his knees and lifted Gerard enough to attempt to turn him around. He resisted for a moment of two until he finally just gave up and spun around.

Honestly, Frank had no fucking idea what he was doing, but it was a good enough start. He reached around to Gerard's belt and finally undid it. Gerard looked rather uncomfortable, he was trying to get on all fours, but Frank was practically shoving him back down onto the bed, he didn't know what position was going to be easiest and he didn't dare ask for fear of breaking the mood.

With the belt finally undone, he unzipped the fly of Gerard's jeans and pulled them down so that his ass was on display. Instantly, he knew Gerard would hate the position he was in. For someone who was so sexual on stage, he certainly hated to be naked. Not wasting any time, Frank proceeded to undo his own pants, his dick finally free of its restrictions.

Now it was time for the tricky part, he knew where he had to stick it, but he didn't know what sort of effect it was all going to have on Gerard. He lined himself up and swallowed hard, seriously doubting whether he was even going to fit.

"Gee, you ready man?" he asked, watching what little of Gerard's face he could see closely.

"No, not really, but it's now or fucking never," Gerard said, his voice strangely high.

Frank nodded, even though he knew Gerard couldn't see it. He took the best grip he could on Gerard's hip and he guided himself in. Despite his concerns, he fitted in just fine, so well in fact that every movement, every flex that Gerard made caused a wave of pleasure to sore through his entire body. Instantly he knew he wasn't going to last long.

Gerard was silent, there was no whimpering, no complaining, no nothing, so Frank continued to push in until he could go no further. He had heard about these sorts of things hurting like hell, but Gerard was still fairly unfazed by it all.

"Um - are you cool Gee?"

He tried to get a better grip and position himself in a more comfortable spot as he asked the question. Gerard let out a few heavy breaths as Frank just watched a line of sweet drip down the side of his face.

"Yeah, stung a bit, but I think you're right," he finally responded, shifting his weight around slightly as though trying to adjust to this new intrusion. "Doesn't exactly feel all that fantastic though. Try moving."

For a moment Frank began to wonder if he could. He felt for sure if he pulled out and pushed back in again he was going to explode from the pleasure of it all. That wasn't something he wanted to happen just yet, he wanted Gerard to feel as good as he did.

Taking a deep breath, Frank pulled himself out and then pushed back in again. Nothing, no sigh no moan of pleasure, no cry of pain either. Frank didn't know what he had been expecting, but he prayed that Gerard felt something soon, the tightness was so good he could barely contain himself.

Getting a firmer grip on Gerard's hips, Frank began to move again, this time he didn't stop, he kept moving in and out, controlling himself as best he could. With every push back in, he watched Gerard closely, hoping that soon he did something right. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to be doing, but he knew that gay guys wouldn't go to all the fucking effort of having a dick shoved up their ass if they didn't at least feel something good.

Whilst what he was doing was enough to allow Frank to go over the edge, the fact that Gerard was yet to show any signs of enjoyment was not a particular turn on. He felt like he was a terrible fuck almost as though it was like his first time all over again. Practically giving up, Frank changed his angel in irritation and pushed in a little harder.

Somehow, he knew he had done something right. He strangely seemed to fit better at this new position and he hit something that caused Gerard's whole body to shudder all around him, it felt so good that he groaned so loudly that he missed Gerard's own cry of pleasure.

"Frank there ... please - just there - fuck - do it again," he pleaded, the first real words of encouragement finally being spoken.

It was enough for Frank, he had a purpose now and he pulled out and in again, trying hard to hit that spot. The movements continued, that special spot being hit often enough to have Gerard balance himself on one hand so that he could use the other to start to rub at himself. That movement alone made Frank work harder.

"Keep going Frank - so fucking close -" Gerard pushed him, obviously noticing how well his words affected him last time.

Eager to please, Frank's movements became faster and faster until they were so sloppy that he lost any sense of a rhythm he had started off with. They were both writhing and tensing with each movement, their bodies preparing them for that final high. Frank closed his eyes and pushed in, his mind clearing, he had no idea what the fuck he was even doing anymore, all he knew was that he was going to explode...

"What the fuck ... G-Gerard - no!"

Too caught up in what they had started, Frank had completely forgotten that they were still with the band, that they were just in the other room and that they hadn't even fucking locked the door!

All Frank was aware of was the door slamming behind the surprised cry of whoever had just caught them in a rather compromising situation. He had no idea who had just seen them, not at that moment anyway, because Gerard's whole body finally seized up all around him and Frank let out one final whimper as he thrust forward and came inside of the man he was fucking.

Gerard's climax sent him over the edge, yet the other man seemed to support himself long enough for Frank to finish, because the moment he was satisfied enough to pull out, Gerard collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. They lay like that, sweaty and out of breath for only a few moments before Gerard started fumbling around with his pants.

"Fuck Frank - fuck, fuck, fuck. What have I done?" he cried hysterically. His hands shook so badly that he struggled to do up his belt properly.

"What Gee? Who was it? Did they see?" he asked, sitting up as well, suddenly remembering the voice of the person that had caught Frank with his dick in the candy jar.

For some reason, everything came crashing back down to earth. The seriousness of what they had just done. Frank was married! Gerard was married! Gerard had a fucking baby waiting for him at home! This had gone beyond curiosity, this was wrong.

Gerard looked on the verge of being sick. His skin was deathly pale and his breathing was horribly erratic, Frank put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, but it was shoved off immediately.

"I have to find him ... Why was I so fucking stupid ...?" he mumbled, now finding it difficult to climb out of the bed.

The moment Gerard's feet hit the floor, he was marching towards the door, Frank called after him, but Gerard only had one person on his mind. As he swung the door open, Gerard turned down the hall and called out to his brother.

"Mikey, wait. Fuck, please bro, let me explain."

Frank heard an angry shout which he was positive was Mikey's, immediately he shot up off the bed and made to follow Gerard. There was no way he deserved to explain this one on his own. Mikey had seen, Gerard's baby brother. What the hell was he going to think of Frank now? It was all too much, his head was spinning, he barely knew where the hell he was going.

He stepped into the hall just in time to see an angry Mikey push a teary eyed Gerard against the wall. It wasn't hostile; it was merely out of frustration as though Mikey was trying to knock some sense into his brother.

"You're fucking married Gerard! What about your fucking son? Oh shit - I can't believe it - fuck - why'd I have to go in there? I didn't want to see that ... I don't understand," Mikey cried out, pacing the hall as though he too was unsure what was happening.

Frank cursed himself over and over again. He couldn't believe what they had just done. It was sex, it was real, it wasn't just a fun game. It had started as something innocent, something secret and now it had escalated beyond their control.

This was too much. Straight away, he knew he belonged by Gerard's side, he was crying, he had to be there for him. Yet, the moment he got within a meter of Gerard, he was caught by two outstretched arms. In some kind of disorientated and sickened daze, he was powerless to stop the arms from dragging him back into the room he had just come from.

Letting himself sink into whoever it was that was holding him, he barely even noticed that he too was crying. His whole body was shaking; he had tears falling down his cheeks. He was in fucking shock!

They had been caught out. Frank had just fucked Gerard! His best friend, his life-long buddy, the one person he truly respected and owed his life to. Another fucking man! And they had been caught out! It was suddenly all so real, it was suddenly all too fucking serious.

"Frank, come on, look at me man, tell me what the hell happened," the owner of the arms said softly to him.

"I fucked him Ray, I don't even know why ... I'm fucking married - what have I done?" he managed to say, his eyes finally focusing on Ray's.

"Shit man - I dunno ... I don't understand. Where did this come from? How did you - fuck - come here Frank," was all Ray settled on really saying as his arms closed around Frank again and he was pushed back into his friends warm chest.

For some reason, all he could do was cry.

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"So tell me Frank, the My Chemical Romance break up. There are so many rumors flying around, can you finally put them all to rest, can you explain to the fans what really happened?" the radio interviewer asked him kindly.

Frank didn't mind radio interviews, mainly because no one could see your face. So long as you sounded genuine, no one would be able to notice the odd sarcastic smile or roll of the eyes, it worked perfectly for him. Still, a part of him always wished Gerard was still by his side, if only to take control, answer the questions he didn't want to.

"Honestly, times just changed. Music was changing and we just didn't make the cut anymore. Fans still bought the CD's, we still played shows but I think in the end, we just got sick of the criticism," he said, answering the question as best he could.

The answer in itself was a straight out lie. The band had said long ago that it wouldn't matter how much people fucking hated them, so long as there was one kid turning up to their shows, they would still get out there and play. The lie was much safer then the truth though, he could still remember that day it all began to fall apart around them.

"Wow! I honestly would have thought nothing like that would have ever stopped you guys, you were all just so into it that I think the fans believed nothing could ever bring you down. So honestly, no internal problems? I mean you guys had been touring on and off for almost ten years together, surely you had all had enough of by then."

The questions didn't really bother Frank because once again, he felt safe in the environment of radio. Still, lately his mind had been wondering back to that day, the day Gerard and Frank had finally crossed that line. There was no turning back after that day; it was all down hill for the band after that.

"There were some internal problems," he decided to admit, after all, the real hardcore fans were already aware that 'something' had happened, they just didn't know what that 'something' was. "Mainly things to do with our growing families. Touring is a problem when you just want to settle down and try and have a normal life. We were sick of the fame. It was around that time we figured we wanted to try and be normal again."

It wasn't entirely a lie, that had actually been the problem. When the band had found out about Gerard and Frank that day at the hotel, things just weren't the same. Sure, Mikey was pissed and completely inconsolable, but he would have eventually gotten over it. Problem was, everyone was already keen for a long break, so nobody fought for what they were slowly loosing. Glad for the escape, they took the excuse and ran with it. My Chemical Romance never stood a chance.

"Did that work out for all of you? You and Gerard got divorced not long after the band's official split, is that right?"

It was a personal question but Frank let it slide. Truth was, he was tired of the same old questions. It seemed everyone already knew what happened behind the scenes but they just couldn't believe it enough to say it out loud.

"That's right. Some things just don't work out. I kept playing because I realised it was what I loved, Gerard went back to doing his comic books and Ray and Bob started their own families. Ray and his wife adopted a little girl and Bob and his wife recently had twins. We had done the whole band thing long enough; it was good that we all moved on."

Frank was sure that anyone truly listening would be able to note the hint of sarcasm in his voice. It wasn't good that they had all moved on at all! Frank practically died without the band so, apparently, did Mikey. And Gerard, he pretended to be happy, but the band was the first thing he ever succeeded in, Frank knew he missed it so badly it stung.

"Fair enough. But your new band, 'Pledge for the broken', is still the same old punk-rock genre. I mean, do you feel like kids are getting tired of it now, or do you still feel its alive and kicking?"

"It's hard to say really. I still think punk-rock will never die, however, people are more concerned with Justin Timberlake and Brittany Spears nowadays, it makes it hard. Kids want dance music, they want techno; they want songs that all their friends know so they can fit in. They want this rap shit that I personally will never understand. The old style fell out, punk-rock is too out there, people just want to fit in, so they listen to what everyone else is listening to."

The interviewer sat, listening intently to Frank, nodding his head, agreeing with him wholeheartedly. It egged him on, made him feel like he was saying something right.

"It's too true; I for one miss the old songs. And I definitely miss My Chemical Romance. So final question Frank, the one every fan is dying to know, any chance of the band ever getting back together?" the interviewer asked, leaning forward as though not wanting to miss the answer.

Frank seriously contemplated the question. He pictured Mikey sobbing quietly into his shoulder, begging him to help make everything right again. He pictured Gerard, that spark he got in his eye every time someone mentioned how the band used to be, how great they all looked on stage. And he pictured himself, finally playing the guitar again, dragging out old songs, trying to channel the old My Chemical Romance style.

"It's hard to say. At this point, I'm really not sure. But I'll be honest, I hope so. God do I hope so."

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AN: So, so sorry it took so long. It's been a bad week, I'm hopefully back on the horse now, he he. It's short, I know, but it had to be done. And the interview, I kind of wanted it to be longer, but in the end it was all I really wanted to give away just yet. Sorry if it's terrible, the next one will be better. Love you all xxxxx