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Aimee’s POV
Toyah and I were left chatting in the familiar front room wondering what was going on outside. Our thoughts were interrupted by Gerard and Frank re-entering the room.
“I think it’s time you guys got out of this room for once,” said Frank as he beckoned us up off the couch.
Gerard smiled at me as Toyah and I followed him and Frank up the stairs. Frank led the two of us to the music room, a large room adjacent to the stairs filled with all Frank’s guitars including a rather dead Pansy. He invited us to flick through his records and play with his equipment and left us to our own devices as he joined Gerard in another room across the corridor.
“Aimee, look over here! I’ve found his old CDs! Whoa, there’s a Pencey Prep EP and a Graveyard demo!”
I came over to have a look and found an old My Chem album, presumably the scrapped tracks written before Danger Days. The songs listed on the back sounded amazing, the lyrics written in the booklet were really creative and the artwork was incredible.
“Toyah, look at this! More of Gerard’s work I’m guessing,” I said excitedly.
She came over and as we were huddled around this disc, I felt a pair of muscular arms slip around my waist, a faint smell of cigarettes lingering in the air around my tensing body. I turned to see a tattooed arm around Toyah’s body also and figured something weirdly unexpected was about to happen.
“Let’s go,” I heard Frank’s voice speak to the person grasping me.
The two of us were now being carried into another room by two rockstars who we’d only just met but totally adored.
The room turned out to be Frank’s bedroom. The walls were painted red and black, the trademark MCR colours and we were sat down onto the crisp, white bed linen.
Where was this going to go?
Surely we couldn’t be doing what it seemed like we were going to be doing? I mean, come on.
This is Frank Iero and Gerard Way we’re talking about, right?
Frank’s POV
There was a little doubt in my mind as I started this and I could in Gerard’s glistening eyes he was worried and perhaps feeling a little guilty too, but like my grandfather always says: “prendere la palla al balzo” or “seize the moment” in English. So there I was, stood in front of Toyah, her short dark hair hanging over her face (she actually reminds me a bit of Jamia, which is awkward) and Gerard was stood beside me, in front of Aimee, whose long dark bunches reminded me of Lindsey (yet again awkward), and the two of us were ready to go.
“Um, guys?” Toyah spoke out.
“What exactly’s going on? I mean... the whole lifting us in here...into your bedroom thing and all? Forgive me if I’m taking this the wrong way, but this seems kinda wrong...”
We really shouldn’t be doing this. Why did I persuade Gee to go along with it? What could be worse than planting Gerard into a situation like this?
Beautiful, perfect Gerard.
My Gerard.
Seize the moment. Seize the moment. I’ll regret it later if I don’t.
This was it. I look at Gee; he looked back. We both dived towards our girls smothering them with kisses on the bed. I heard a little moan from Toyah as she ran her soft fingers through my hair and I planted wet kisses across her lips, begging for further access. A moan from me did the trick. Her lips parted and I wedged my way inside. At this point, I was on the bed by Toyah’s side, Gerard and Aimee the same way beside us. This was the best thrill I’d had for a while, with Toyah pressed up to my chest. I heard Gee let out a little moan and I felt myself get hard. Here we go again. Toyah paused a second to give me a cheeky smile, indicating she’d felt my arousal. This was too much. Now I know why I was told to “seize the moment”.
Crap, I felt a tug on my shirt, cold fingers barely touching my stomach that sent shivers up my spine.
“Please. You know you want it...” I heard Toyah whisper crisply into my ear as if she was my conscience. I obliged and wriggled to let my head through the top of my t-shirt and watched it fall the floor.
I sat up on the mattress to rip Toyah’s shirt off but she grabbed my belt before I got the chance. Man, she was quick. She pulled me closer and I bucked up to her, only to see Gerard pulling Aimee’s jeans off, I need to get down to Toyah’s skin. Now. I grabbed Toyah’s waist, snatching her back to let her know I was boss.
She smirked and looked back at my crotch.
There was only one way this could go...
Toyah and I were left chatting in the familiar front room wondering what was going on outside. Our thoughts were interrupted by Gerard and Frank re-entering the room.
“I think it’s time you guys got out of this room for once,” said Frank as he beckoned us up off the couch.
Gerard smiled at me as Toyah and I followed him and Frank up the stairs. Frank led the two of us to the music room, a large room adjacent to the stairs filled with all Frank’s guitars including a rather dead Pansy. He invited us to flick through his records and play with his equipment and left us to our own devices as he joined Gerard in another room across the corridor.
“Aimee, look over here! I’ve found his old CDs! Whoa, there’s a Pencey Prep EP and a Graveyard demo!”
I came over to have a look and found an old My Chem album, presumably the scrapped tracks written before Danger Days. The songs listed on the back sounded amazing, the lyrics written in the booklet were really creative and the artwork was incredible.
“Toyah, look at this! More of Gerard’s work I’m guessing,” I said excitedly.
She came over and as we were huddled around this disc, I felt a pair of muscular arms slip around my waist, a faint smell of cigarettes lingering in the air around my tensing body. I turned to see a tattooed arm around Toyah’s body also and figured something weirdly unexpected was about to happen.
“Let’s go,” I heard Frank’s voice speak to the person grasping me.
The two of us were now being carried into another room by two rockstars who we’d only just met but totally adored.
The room turned out to be Frank’s bedroom. The walls were painted red and black, the trademark MCR colours and we were sat down onto the crisp, white bed linen.
Where was this going to go?
Surely we couldn’t be doing what it seemed like we were going to be doing? I mean, come on.
This is Frank Iero and Gerard Way we’re talking about, right?
Frank’s POV
There was a little doubt in my mind as I started this and I could in Gerard’s glistening eyes he was worried and perhaps feeling a little guilty too, but like my grandfather always says: “prendere la palla al balzo” or “seize the moment” in English. So there I was, stood in front of Toyah, her short dark hair hanging over her face (she actually reminds me a bit of Jamia, which is awkward) and Gerard was stood beside me, in front of Aimee, whose long dark bunches reminded me of Lindsey (yet again awkward), and the two of us were ready to go.
“Um, guys?” Toyah spoke out.
“What exactly’s going on? I mean... the whole lifting us in here...into your bedroom thing and all? Forgive me if I’m taking this the wrong way, but this seems kinda wrong...”
We really shouldn’t be doing this. Why did I persuade Gee to go along with it? What could be worse than planting Gerard into a situation like this?
Beautiful, perfect Gerard.
My Gerard.
Seize the moment. Seize the moment. I’ll regret it later if I don’t.
This was it. I look at Gee; he looked back. We both dived towards our girls smothering them with kisses on the bed. I heard a little moan from Toyah as she ran her soft fingers through my hair and I planted wet kisses across her lips, begging for further access. A moan from me did the trick. Her lips parted and I wedged my way inside. At this point, I was on the bed by Toyah’s side, Gerard and Aimee the same way beside us. This was the best thrill I’d had for a while, with Toyah pressed up to my chest. I heard Gee let out a little moan and I felt myself get hard. Here we go again. Toyah paused a second to give me a cheeky smile, indicating she’d felt my arousal. This was too much. Now I know why I was told to “seize the moment”.
Crap, I felt a tug on my shirt, cold fingers barely touching my stomach that sent shivers up my spine.
“Please. You know you want it...” I heard Toyah whisper crisply into my ear as if she was my conscience. I obliged and wriggled to let my head through the top of my t-shirt and watched it fall the floor.
I sat up on the mattress to rip Toyah’s shirt off but she grabbed my belt before I got the chance. Man, she was quick. She pulled me closer and I bucked up to her, only to see Gerard pulling Aimee’s jeans off, I need to get down to Toyah’s skin. Now. I grabbed Toyah’s waist, snatching her back to let her know I was boss.
She smirked and looked back at my crotch.
There was only one way this could go...
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