Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling
Gerard Way is a man of many things on stage. He's a man of inspiration, character and wit. Nobody would ever think that behind the curtain, Gerard is quiet and shy, a man of mumbles and quickly spoken words.
Inside the bus, Gerard was in his bunk with the curtain pulled so that the glow of the afternoon couldn't reach him. He was on his stomach with his feet in the air because of the limited space the bunk. He stuck out his tongue in deep concentration as he was working on one of his drawings. Gerard always drew when he was nervous, and he was particularly nervous today because tonight was a huge show in California. My Chemical Romance had just released their first album titled 'I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love', and people were going ballistic over it. Thousands upon thousands of people bought it and it was ultimately a huge success. Gerard, along with Ray, Mikey, Frank and Matt, never thought that their deep rooted Jersey band would have made it, let alone would be touring the nation.
Tonight was My Chem's first sold out show meaning that around 3 thousand people were there to see them. Gerard kept thinking about this over and over, the words 'sold out' were replaying in his head. His fingers started to tremble, messing up the drawing he was trying to make. He sighed and ran a hand through his unwashed greasy hair. He got up and pulled back the curtain, walking out to the door. Once outside in the crisp cool air, Gerard scrambled around in his pocket for his zippo and his cigarettes. He fished them out and opened the wrinkled pack of Newports and put a cigarette between his pink lips, lit it and inhaled deeply. He heard a familiar shout and people screaming, so he cautiously went around the bus to see what was all the commotion about.
"We fucking sold out, mother fucker!" Frank screamed as he forcing himself on annoyed Rays back, locking his legs around Rays waist. "A sold out fucking show! How fucking awesome is this shit?" Ray sighed noisily and tried to shake him off, making all of his long curly hair fly everywhere. Mikey was off to the side with his arms crossed, shaking his hair. It reminded Gerard of his mother when he and his brother were play fighting with each
other, and only God knows where Matt could be.
"Get the fuck off of me before I break my back and can't play for tonight! You're already going to be launching yourself at me on stage, save it for the show, Jesus," Ray complained. Frank pouted and slid off of Ray. He was about to walk away when Ray grabbed him and put Frank in a headlock and started rubbing his fist in Franks oddly bleached short hair, making it stick in all directions. Frank made sounds of protests and tried pulling his small body from Rays grip.
Gerard took another drag of his cigarette and leaned against the bus, casually crossing his legs. He chuckled softly at the sight and smirked. His bandmates were the only ones he could be himself around, but even then he was still a hermit.
Ray and Frank turned towards the sound of soft laughter and beamed when they saw Gerard laughing at them, puffing on a cigarette.
"Gee!" Frank screamed and ran towards him. Gerard braced himself for impact and made an 'oof' sound as Frank collided with him. Frank grabbed Gerard shoulders and shook hard. "Are you excited? Why aren't you excited? We sold out, you should be fucking ecstatic!"
"I'm more nervous than excited to be honest, but it's really fucking cool. I guess it still hasn't sunk in completely. I bet tonight I'll be bouncing off the fucking walls," Gerard tried to say in between the shakes. Frank narrowed his hazel eyes at him and stuck out his tongue at him.
"You better be more excited than Mikey was when he went on his first date with Alicia by tonight. You're our frontman, you're supposed to be a ball of fucking excitement!" Frank exclaimed. It wasn't every day that Gerard wasn't excited about preforming. Mikey huffed at the statement and muttered something about midget nerves and coffee and stalked of with Ray following behind. This left Gerard laughing hard, and he doubled over because it was true. Frank was the shortest of all the bandmates and tech people combined and had mood swings like a woman in labor. Frank scowled and chewed at his lip ring and shoved Gerard playfully. He wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air.
"It wouldn't kill you to take a shower. God knows you're going to get all sweaty and shit on stage," Frank said bluntly. He was always sensitive about his height, so in return he got many many tattoo's to make up for the lack of intimidation. Now no one ever messed with Frank, and if they did, they'd be extremely sorry for it. Although he was small, he was a feisty little fucker but took out all of his anger on stage. Gerard frowned then flicked Franks forehead and walked around the bus to the door. As he was walking he sniffed himself and held back a gag. He reeked and was in desperate need of a shower. He grabbed a towel and walked to the bathroom.
He turned around and locked the door. He shed off his clothes, and stepped into the shower. He turned on the hot water and sighed contently as it poured over his pale naked body. He squirted shampoo in his hair and quickly washed it, then he scrubbed furiously with soap at the sweat and grime of his body.
He suddenly had an idea of how to take away being nervous about tonight. He heard many times that jacking off before a show was suppose to make you calmed and relaxed. Fuck it," he muttered and ran his hand slowly down his chest to his already hardening dick.
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Frank got back onto the bus after a cigarette break and started walking to his bunk. As he passed by the bathroom he heard small gasps from behind the shut door. He pressed his ear to the door and tongued his lip ring as he was straining his ears to hear what was going on in the bathroom. A high pitched whine that belonged to none other than Gerard came through the shut door and Frank eyes widened at the sound. He wasn't sure that Gerard jacked off while in the bus since he was so quiet when he was in his bunk. When all of the other bandmates did, you would know what was going on due to the noises they would make. Frank was surprised and shocked, to say the least. He always found Gerard to be mildly attractive. How his black clothing made his skin look even more pale, and how his black jeans hugged his hips tightly, and his face, how Gerard would smudge just the tiniest bit of eyeliner on making his delicate features sharp.
Frank closed his eyes as he continued to listen to Gerards pants and moans, getting turned on himself. Before he knew it 10 minutes had gone by and he didn't hear the water shut off. Suddenly Frank was drawn back to the sound of the bathroom lock turning and he scrambled back to make it look like he was walking to his bunk. The door opened and out came a soaking wet, naked Gerard with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stepped out just as Frank took a step towards his bunk. They smacked into each other causing Gerards towel to fall. He stared at Frank for a second before blushing bright red and groped around for his towel. Frank took a small peak at Gerards naked body and the room suddenly felt to hot. He stuttered out an apology and even felt himself blushing as he went into his bunk. Once in his bunk, he pulled the curtain shut and bit his lip hard as he shrugged out of his pants and shirt.
He gripped himself tightly as thoughts of Gerard's dripping wet body came flashing through his mind. He pictured Gerard sprawled out on his back, gripping bed sheets with his legs spread open, soaking wet because of how much he was sweating. This image made Frank rub his thumb over the head of his dick, then he gripped the base and quickly and roughly started stroking himself. He bit the knuckle of his other hand and willed himself to not make a sound. He couldn't let Gerard know he was fucking his hand to thoughts of him.
He wondered how Gerard had managed to do it, weeks of being on tour and days of being on the bus. He was thrusting now sloppily as he felt close to his climax, his back arching. He ran the hand he was biting over his chest, nails scraping against the flame tattoo above his heart and over his nipple. His mouth opened in a silent scream and he clenched his eyes shut as he came over the tattooed swallows on his hips and on his belly. Frank panted silently and relaxed against the bunk. He stared at the ceiling above him he had an amazing idea.
He wanted to see Gerard undone and loose, not quiet and reserved. He wanted to hear Gerard scream, not his stage screaming, but a lust filled scream. He knew Gerard had a crush on him with the way he'd glance at him, touch his shoulder for longer than necessary and how he came to sleep in Franks bunk sometimes , but was too scared to advance past being best friends. Smirking to himself he thought of all the tricks he'd pull tonight and how he's pulling their relationship to the next level.
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So this is my first fic, and I was wondering if you guys could comment and give me criticism? I would really appreciate it c:
Inside the bus, Gerard was in his bunk with the curtain pulled so that the glow of the afternoon couldn't reach him. He was on his stomach with his feet in the air because of the limited space the bunk. He stuck out his tongue in deep concentration as he was working on one of his drawings. Gerard always drew when he was nervous, and he was particularly nervous today because tonight was a huge show in California. My Chemical Romance had just released their first album titled 'I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love', and people were going ballistic over it. Thousands upon thousands of people bought it and it was ultimately a huge success. Gerard, along with Ray, Mikey, Frank and Matt, never thought that their deep rooted Jersey band would have made it, let alone would be touring the nation.
Tonight was My Chem's first sold out show meaning that around 3 thousand people were there to see them. Gerard kept thinking about this over and over, the words 'sold out' were replaying in his head. His fingers started to tremble, messing up the drawing he was trying to make. He sighed and ran a hand through his unwashed greasy hair. He got up and pulled back the curtain, walking out to the door. Once outside in the crisp cool air, Gerard scrambled around in his pocket for his zippo and his cigarettes. He fished them out and opened the wrinkled pack of Newports and put a cigarette between his pink lips, lit it and inhaled deeply. He heard a familiar shout and people screaming, so he cautiously went around the bus to see what was all the commotion about.
"We fucking sold out, mother fucker!" Frank screamed as he forcing himself on annoyed Rays back, locking his legs around Rays waist. "A sold out fucking show! How fucking awesome is this shit?" Ray sighed noisily and tried to shake him off, making all of his long curly hair fly everywhere. Mikey was off to the side with his arms crossed, shaking his hair. It reminded Gerard of his mother when he and his brother were play fighting with each
other, and only God knows where Matt could be.
"Get the fuck off of me before I break my back and can't play for tonight! You're already going to be launching yourself at me on stage, save it for the show, Jesus," Ray complained. Frank pouted and slid off of Ray. He was about to walk away when Ray grabbed him and put Frank in a headlock and started rubbing his fist in Franks oddly bleached short hair, making it stick in all directions. Frank made sounds of protests and tried pulling his small body from Rays grip.
Gerard took another drag of his cigarette and leaned against the bus, casually crossing his legs. He chuckled softly at the sight and smirked. His bandmates were the only ones he could be himself around, but even then he was still a hermit.
Ray and Frank turned towards the sound of soft laughter and beamed when they saw Gerard laughing at them, puffing on a cigarette.
"Gee!" Frank screamed and ran towards him. Gerard braced himself for impact and made an 'oof' sound as Frank collided with him. Frank grabbed Gerard shoulders and shook hard. "Are you excited? Why aren't you excited? We sold out, you should be fucking ecstatic!"
"I'm more nervous than excited to be honest, but it's really fucking cool. I guess it still hasn't sunk in completely. I bet tonight I'll be bouncing off the fucking walls," Gerard tried to say in between the shakes. Frank narrowed his hazel eyes at him and stuck out his tongue at him.
"You better be more excited than Mikey was when he went on his first date with Alicia by tonight. You're our frontman, you're supposed to be a ball of fucking excitement!" Frank exclaimed. It wasn't every day that Gerard wasn't excited about preforming. Mikey huffed at the statement and muttered something about midget nerves and coffee and stalked of with Ray following behind. This left Gerard laughing hard, and he doubled over because it was true. Frank was the shortest of all the bandmates and tech people combined and had mood swings like a woman in labor. Frank scowled and chewed at his lip ring and shoved Gerard playfully. He wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air.
"It wouldn't kill you to take a shower. God knows you're going to get all sweaty and shit on stage," Frank said bluntly. He was always sensitive about his height, so in return he got many many tattoo's to make up for the lack of intimidation. Now no one ever messed with Frank, and if they did, they'd be extremely sorry for it. Although he was small, he was a feisty little fucker but took out all of his anger on stage. Gerard frowned then flicked Franks forehead and walked around the bus to the door. As he was walking he sniffed himself and held back a gag. He reeked and was in desperate need of a shower. He grabbed a towel and walked to the bathroom.
He turned around and locked the door. He shed off his clothes, and stepped into the shower. He turned on the hot water and sighed contently as it poured over his pale naked body. He squirted shampoo in his hair and quickly washed it, then he scrubbed furiously with soap at the sweat and grime of his body.
He suddenly had an idea of how to take away being nervous about tonight. He heard many times that jacking off before a show was suppose to make you calmed and relaxed. Fuck it," he muttered and ran his hand slowly down his chest to his already hardening dick.
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Frank got back onto the bus after a cigarette break and started walking to his bunk. As he passed by the bathroom he heard small gasps from behind the shut door. He pressed his ear to the door and tongued his lip ring as he was straining his ears to hear what was going on in the bathroom. A high pitched whine that belonged to none other than Gerard came through the shut door and Frank eyes widened at the sound. He wasn't sure that Gerard jacked off while in the bus since he was so quiet when he was in his bunk. When all of the other bandmates did, you would know what was going on due to the noises they would make. Frank was surprised and shocked, to say the least. He always found Gerard to be mildly attractive. How his black clothing made his skin look even more pale, and how his black jeans hugged his hips tightly, and his face, how Gerard would smudge just the tiniest bit of eyeliner on making his delicate features sharp.
Frank closed his eyes as he continued to listen to Gerards pants and moans, getting turned on himself. Before he knew it 10 minutes had gone by and he didn't hear the water shut off. Suddenly Frank was drawn back to the sound of the bathroom lock turning and he scrambled back to make it look like he was walking to his bunk. The door opened and out came a soaking wet, naked Gerard with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stepped out just as Frank took a step towards his bunk. They smacked into each other causing Gerards towel to fall. He stared at Frank for a second before blushing bright red and groped around for his towel. Frank took a small peak at Gerards naked body and the room suddenly felt to hot. He stuttered out an apology and even felt himself blushing as he went into his bunk. Once in his bunk, he pulled the curtain shut and bit his lip hard as he shrugged out of his pants and shirt.
He gripped himself tightly as thoughts of Gerard's dripping wet body came flashing through his mind. He pictured Gerard sprawled out on his back, gripping bed sheets with his legs spread open, soaking wet because of how much he was sweating. This image made Frank rub his thumb over the head of his dick, then he gripped the base and quickly and roughly started stroking himself. He bit the knuckle of his other hand and willed himself to not make a sound. He couldn't let Gerard know he was fucking his hand to thoughts of him.
He wondered how Gerard had managed to do it, weeks of being on tour and days of being on the bus. He was thrusting now sloppily as he felt close to his climax, his back arching. He ran the hand he was biting over his chest, nails scraping against the flame tattoo above his heart and over his nipple. His mouth opened in a silent scream and he clenched his eyes shut as he came over the tattooed swallows on his hips and on his belly. Frank panted silently and relaxed against the bunk. He stared at the ceiling above him he had an amazing idea.
He wanted to see Gerard undone and loose, not quiet and reserved. He wanted to hear Gerard scream, not his stage screaming, but a lust filled scream. He knew Gerard had a crush on him with the way he'd glance at him, touch his shoulder for longer than necessary and how he came to sleep in Franks bunk sometimes , but was too scared to advance past being best friends. Smirking to himself he thought of all the tricks he'd pull tonight and how he's pulling their relationship to the next level.
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So this is my first fic, and I was wondering if you guys could comment and give me criticism? I would really appreciate it c:
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