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T I M E L A P S E: the ending of the show
Throughout the entire show Frank was rearranging all of his ideas in his head of how to get Gerard to sleep with him. Frank shook his head at that thought. 'Sleep with him, it sounds so fucking shallow.
Gerard pranced around the stage like a strung out diva, shaking his hips, leaning into the crowd and sang his heart out. He noticed that Frank was a bit distant during the show but never gave any thought to it. Usually Frank was as crazy as a madman possessed, but tonight it was toned down to a madman, not possessed but in a psychiatric ward, numbed down my meds. Gerard knew better than to ask him what was wrong because Frank would always put on a small childish smile and say, "I'm fine, really."
While Gerard was singing, he caught Frank shaking his head and decided that if he couldn't ask the guitarist he'd at least give him a little comfort. So he made a B-line to Frank and softly nudged his shoulder with his. Frank snapped out of his thoughts and looked up to the person touching him and saw that it was Gerard. He smiled and as he nudged back he had the best idea he believed he ever had.
What many people didn't know was that Gerard was an old fashioned type of guy, who took things step by step, especially with relationships. Gerard always took his dates out to the movies, for dinner, and it took him months for him to actually engaged in having sex. But if there is one way to Gerards heart it's cuddling, coffee and horror movies, as goofy as it sounds.
It was in that moment what Frank conjured up a plan. The smile he gave to Gerard became a bit more smirkish and flashed his teeth at him. Gerard grinned back as Frank slowly got more energy into him. Gerard waltzed his way back to center stage and carried on singing.
The band decided that for the special occasion of being sold out, their last song was going to be 'Our Lady of Sorrows'. 'Perfect', thought Frank as Gerard was giving a heart filled speech of how thankful the band was to help the fans as much as the fans helped them.
"None of us would be right fucking here, in California, playing a sold out fucking show if it wasn't for you guys. No matter what life throws at you, you gotta be fucking brave, don't be scared. This song is for all of you, it's called 'Our Lady of Sorrows." The crowd went nuts and started screaming.
The heavy intro of the song was heard and Frank grinned down at himself. He ran up to Gerard and he automatically wrapped his arm around the guitarist's shoulders right as the beginning lines were being sung.
"We could be perfect one last night.."
On perfect Frank rubbed his cheek against Gerards and leaned his head against the crook of his neck. Gerard visibly shivered but didn't move away. Frank smirked and stayed like that for a bit then decided he was going to shake things up a bit and he moved back to his original placement, screaming into the mic with Gerard.
Gerard got bored of being in center stage and decided to hassel his band mates. He went in a circle that started with tussling Rays hair and realized that was a bad idea as Ray shot him a glare of death. Mikey faced towards the drums, nodding his head to the beat that Matt was hitting out. Matt didn't like anybody near his drum set ever since Frank pulled a stunt and ended up breaking one of his drums.
That only left Frank. He sauntered over to where Frank was and put a hand on his mic, holding himself up steadily. Frank didn't realize that Gerard was in his space until a hand clamped down on his mic an inch away from his lips. His fun little game started to take action and he momentarily stopped screaming to give the hand infront of him a nuzzle and butterfly kisses. Gerard stood there gaping, his mouth open, not to sing but in shock and awe. Frank messed around, sure, but never really gave real affection. Gerard stumbled over the lyrics and looked down at Frank, who in return smiled up shyly at him, eyes shinning. Gerard blushed deep red and smiled hesitantly back before going back to center stage.
The rest of the song was a quick blur and by the time he snapped out of his daze it was time to utter the final lines of the song.
"Just because my hands around your throat!"
The lights went out and the band made their way off stage, giving techies and crew high fives as they went back to their tour bus for much needed relaxation. After everyone had their after show showers, they all settled down and broke up, some going to sleep, some walking back to the venue to talk the crew. The only ones awake in the bus were Frank and Gerard. Gerard was sitting at the end of the couch with his nose in a comic book he picked up from the last stop they made before this show. Frank saw this as an opportunity to get closer to his goal and laid down on the couch with his head in Gerards lap. This was normal, Frank always was a little sleepy after shows and would lay on anything that had a flat surface. Gerard took no thought to this and started to absentmindedly play with Franks hair, massaging a hand into his scalp.
Franks eyes fluttered shut and nuzzled his face into Gerards thigh, sighing contently.
Gerard paused at the noise making Frank make a sound of protest.
"Don't stop, fuckface," said Frank, "Your hands were a gift given to you and I'll be damned if you waste your gift only drawing." With that Gerard continued to play with hair, blushing at the comment. He muttered an unintelligent response and a comfortable silence came upon them but he could feel the warmth of Franks cheek on his thigh and he'd be lying if he said it didn't feel amazing.
"Gee?"
"Yeah Frankie?" Gerard looked away from his comic and down at Frank who still had their eyes closed.
"Y'know there's this new slasher movie coming out, and I really really want to fucking see it, and I was wondering if you'd want to see it with me? You're the only person who doesn't do these naggy commentaries though the movie." Franks lips were quirked, as if Frank thought he would deny the offer that his best friend made. Franks eyes looked up to meet with his, and Frank held a questioning gaze.
"Of course I'll go with you! You didn't even have to ask," chuckled Gerard. "I'd love to go."
Franks face lit up and he beamed at Gerard. He sat up straight and stretched, getting up. Frank still had a smile on his face when he said, "I'll wake you up tomorrow morning at 9," Frank paused at Gerards horror struck face, "And yes we'll get coffee because we know how princess can't do shit without fucking coffee." Gerard stuck his tongue out at Frank, and Frank waved his hand as a goodnight signal.
Frank crawled into his bunk and pulled the cover under his chin.
'Perfect, this is all going to perfect.'
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Your reviews gave me motivation to write this chapter so I tried my best!
Thank you so much for all of your support, I didn't think you guys would like my writing.
I was sooooooooo wrong!. Criticism? Rate? Review? c':
Throughout the entire show Frank was rearranging all of his ideas in his head of how to get Gerard to sleep with him. Frank shook his head at that thought. 'Sleep with him, it sounds so fucking shallow.
Gerard pranced around the stage like a strung out diva, shaking his hips, leaning into the crowd and sang his heart out. He noticed that Frank was a bit distant during the show but never gave any thought to it. Usually Frank was as crazy as a madman possessed, but tonight it was toned down to a madman, not possessed but in a psychiatric ward, numbed down my meds. Gerard knew better than to ask him what was wrong because Frank would always put on a small childish smile and say, "I'm fine, really."
While Gerard was singing, he caught Frank shaking his head and decided that if he couldn't ask the guitarist he'd at least give him a little comfort. So he made a B-line to Frank and softly nudged his shoulder with his. Frank snapped out of his thoughts and looked up to the person touching him and saw that it was Gerard. He smiled and as he nudged back he had the best idea he believed he ever had.
What many people didn't know was that Gerard was an old fashioned type of guy, who took things step by step, especially with relationships. Gerard always took his dates out to the movies, for dinner, and it took him months for him to actually engaged in having sex. But if there is one way to Gerards heart it's cuddling, coffee and horror movies, as goofy as it sounds.
It was in that moment what Frank conjured up a plan. The smile he gave to Gerard became a bit more smirkish and flashed his teeth at him. Gerard grinned back as Frank slowly got more energy into him. Gerard waltzed his way back to center stage and carried on singing.
The band decided that for the special occasion of being sold out, their last song was going to be 'Our Lady of Sorrows'. 'Perfect', thought Frank as Gerard was giving a heart filled speech of how thankful the band was to help the fans as much as the fans helped them.
"None of us would be right fucking here, in California, playing a sold out fucking show if it wasn't for you guys. No matter what life throws at you, you gotta be fucking brave, don't be scared. This song is for all of you, it's called 'Our Lady of Sorrows." The crowd went nuts and started screaming.
The heavy intro of the song was heard and Frank grinned down at himself. He ran up to Gerard and he automatically wrapped his arm around the guitarist's shoulders right as the beginning lines were being sung.
"We could be perfect one last night.."
On perfect Frank rubbed his cheek against Gerards and leaned his head against the crook of his neck. Gerard visibly shivered but didn't move away. Frank smirked and stayed like that for a bit then decided he was going to shake things up a bit and he moved back to his original placement, screaming into the mic with Gerard.
Gerard got bored of being in center stage and decided to hassel his band mates. He went in a circle that started with tussling Rays hair and realized that was a bad idea as Ray shot him a glare of death. Mikey faced towards the drums, nodding his head to the beat that Matt was hitting out. Matt didn't like anybody near his drum set ever since Frank pulled a stunt and ended up breaking one of his drums.
That only left Frank. He sauntered over to where Frank was and put a hand on his mic, holding himself up steadily. Frank didn't realize that Gerard was in his space until a hand clamped down on his mic an inch away from his lips. His fun little game started to take action and he momentarily stopped screaming to give the hand infront of him a nuzzle and butterfly kisses. Gerard stood there gaping, his mouth open, not to sing but in shock and awe. Frank messed around, sure, but never really gave real affection. Gerard stumbled over the lyrics and looked down at Frank, who in return smiled up shyly at him, eyes shinning. Gerard blushed deep red and smiled hesitantly back before going back to center stage.
The rest of the song was a quick blur and by the time he snapped out of his daze it was time to utter the final lines of the song.
"Just because my hands around your throat!"
The lights went out and the band made their way off stage, giving techies and crew high fives as they went back to their tour bus for much needed relaxation. After everyone had their after show showers, they all settled down and broke up, some going to sleep, some walking back to the venue to talk the crew. The only ones awake in the bus were Frank and Gerard. Gerard was sitting at the end of the couch with his nose in a comic book he picked up from the last stop they made before this show. Frank saw this as an opportunity to get closer to his goal and laid down on the couch with his head in Gerards lap. This was normal, Frank always was a little sleepy after shows and would lay on anything that had a flat surface. Gerard took no thought to this and started to absentmindedly play with Franks hair, massaging a hand into his scalp.
Franks eyes fluttered shut and nuzzled his face into Gerards thigh, sighing contently.
Gerard paused at the noise making Frank make a sound of protest.
"Don't stop, fuckface," said Frank, "Your hands were a gift given to you and I'll be damned if you waste your gift only drawing." With that Gerard continued to play with hair, blushing at the comment. He muttered an unintelligent response and a comfortable silence came upon them but he could feel the warmth of Franks cheek on his thigh and he'd be lying if he said it didn't feel amazing.
"Gee?"
"Yeah Frankie?" Gerard looked away from his comic and down at Frank who still had their eyes closed.
"Y'know there's this new slasher movie coming out, and I really really want to fucking see it, and I was wondering if you'd want to see it with me? You're the only person who doesn't do these naggy commentaries though the movie." Franks lips were quirked, as if Frank thought he would deny the offer that his best friend made. Franks eyes looked up to meet with his, and Frank held a questioning gaze.
"Of course I'll go with you! You didn't even have to ask," chuckled Gerard. "I'd love to go."
Franks face lit up and he beamed at Gerard. He sat up straight and stretched, getting up. Frank still had a smile on his face when he said, "I'll wake you up tomorrow morning at 9," Frank paused at Gerards horror struck face, "And yes we'll get coffee because we know how princess can't do shit without fucking coffee." Gerard stuck his tongue out at Frank, and Frank waved his hand as a goodnight signal.
Frank crawled into his bunk and pulled the cover under his chin.
'Perfect, this is all going to perfect.'
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Your reviews gave me motivation to write this chapter so I tried my best!
Thank you so much for all of your support, I didn't think you guys would like my writing.
I was sooooooooo wrong!. Criticism? Rate? Review? c':
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