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Ville sighed as the bus thudded over another pot hole. He knew not stopping at a hotel was a bad idea. He pulled out his I-pod.An old familiar song started to play. "In the middle of a gunfight/ In the center of a resturant/They say Come with your arms raised high!" A smile crept up on his face. He could picture the Italian boy perfectly. His long, ink black locks in front of his pale face. Few men could incite an entire stadium of people to make sexual noises at once. Gerard Arthur Way was one of these men. Ville winced as he felt his black jeans get tighter. He knew that the song would only make this ride more difficult to suffer through, but somehow he couldn't will himself to change it. He let his mind wonder to the days the two toured together. He'd never been so affected by any other man before then. He remembers the pangs of lust and jealousy that attacked him when he watched Gerard make-out with his rhythum guitarist or Bert Mccracken. It was easy to see that he was skilled with his mouth. Ville pushed his hand into his jeans, groaning at the pleasure. He thought of how the younger man licked his microphone with the entusiasm of a blow-job expert. The moans that he let loose when Frank rubbed up against him. Ville heard a buzz telling him had a text and picked up his cell. Mina: Hey, guess who I just booked for the new tour? Ville: Who? Mina: My Chemical Romance! A text from an unknown number appeared. ???: Hello, Ville. It's Gerard. I hope you don't mind but I asked your manager for your number. I have a something to tell you. Ville: Hey :) What's up? Gerard: ...I'm nervous to say it.... Ville: What? Don't be nervous. You can tell me anything. Butterflys fluttered in Ville's stomach. Gerard: I...think I might be in love...with a man... Ville: See? that wasn't hard, was it? Gerard: I guess not. Ville: Who is it? Frank? Gerard: No ville: Who? Gerard:......... Ville: Who, Gee?! Gerard: You. The butterflies took of in Ville's stomach. Ville: Really? Gerard: Yeah for a while now. Like since we toured last time. Ville: I see. Gerard: Are you mad at me? Ville: God, no. I've been thinking a lot about you. Gerard: Really?! Well...are they dirty thoughts? Ville: Baby, you have no idea. Gerard: Well, give me an idea. ;) Ville: I'm listening to Prison Gerard: And.....? Ville: I'm jacking off. Gerard: Good :) Ville: ? The phone informed him that he was being called. "Hey, sexy." Ville smiled. "Why are you calling me, Gerard?" A breathy laugh sounded. "It's called phone sex, baby." "Alright. What are you wearing right now." A soft moan. Gerard was already getting turned on. "Nothing but sweat." "Good. It's all I want." "Take off your clothes, Ville." "I can't, love." Gerard let out a frustrated moan. "Why not?" "I'm on the bus." "Please? I want you. * Where are you guys right now?" Near the Hotel 8. Off Route 5." "Get your perfect little ass in here then." Ville got up. "Guys, Mina just texted me. We're gonna stay at the Hotel 8 up ahead." Their driver nodded. As soon as they pulled up to the hotel, Ville texted Gerard. Ville: Where are you? Gerard: Idk if I should tell you. :P Ville: Tell me. Gerard: Room 3