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Ray walked slowly into the all too familiar house where he and the band lived. It was still the same...exactly the same, in fact. He hadn't been in here forever, due to the fact that while they were on tour, they really had no need to come to the house. But they had to turn over the tour bus today for insurance reasons, fill out some paper work, and then they were officially off of the Reprise records contract. Ray felt incredibly depressed, but at the same time he was excited.

He had signed out of the hospital of that morning, not telling any of the guys. It had taken forever, too. He had to agree to see a psych, fill out more fucking paper work, sign some random shit, sign the release forms, fill out some damn prescriptions, pay for a wrist and leg brace, and then finally get the hell out of there.

He walked up to the front door. All the cars were in the drive so he knew that they were all home. Gee's lovely, black BMW M6 convertible, Bob's crazy red Mini Cooper, Mikey's royal blue, restored 57' Chevy(a hand me down from his grandpa but treasured nonetheless and besides, that thing had been completely gutted and restored and it was a sexy beast now), Frankie's red 95' Pontiac Firebird Formula, and his own gaudy, black 2002 Porsche C4S.

He turned the knob, not surprised to find it unlocked. He opened the door and stepped in, breathing in deep, taking in the smell of stale cigarettes, flat alcohol, old pizza boxes...the smell of a true bachelor pad. He laughed lightly to himself before shutting the door and walking into the main room. The group was sitting around Bob and Mikey, at it again with their video games. Gerard had his head lolling back on the couch, Frankie looked sad and tired.

"Hey." He said, loud enough for them all to hear. All of a sudden the screen on the TV said 'PAUSED', and everyone turned to face him. Mikey was the first to make a move, like always. He jumped up and ran at Ray. Ray braced himself for impact. Mikey lunged at him and jumped, wrapping his arms and legs around Ray.

"Ray, Ray, RAY!!!!" Mikey yelled, hugging him and kissing his forehead. "Oh...wait, sorry. I shouldn't do that...might make your boyfriend jealous." Frankie looked shocked and Gerard just looked petrified.

"MIKEY!" They shouted at the same time. Mikey just laughed and jumped down and went back to his video games.

"Hey!" Bob shrieked. "I'm not ready!" He said, picking his controller back up and reloading his gun and shooting at Nazi's. Mikey was beating him so bad. Ray just looked at them and laughed. God, he loved these people. "Welcome, back, Ray-man."

"Thanks." Ray said, coming over to sit on the couch next to Gee. He put his arm around him and hugged him tight. "God, I missed you all so fucking much...I just want to say sorry for what happened."

"Nah, don't be sorry." Gerard said, returning the hug.

Ray shook his head. "It's my fault we lost Reprise..." He said, his voice serious. "It really is. And don't say it isn't."

Frank finally looked up, catching Ray's eyes with his. "Don't blame yourself, please." It got quiet again and the TV screen flashed 'PAUSED'. "Please, Ray. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine. I blamed you for what I did because I didn't know the truth. I took pills because I wanted to sleep, I took pills because I was going to quit My Chemical Romance...I took pills because I couldn't handle my problems." Hate and sadness gripped his throat in an all to familiar vice.

Ray just stared at Frankie. "Excuse us." He said, standing. He grabbed Frank's arm roughly and pulled him up, yanking him up the stairs.

"Ray! What the-" Frankie started.

"Shut the hell up, Frankie." Ray said as soon as they were in his room. He shut the door and locked it. "I don't fucking care why you took the pills, nobody fucking cares why you took the pills. Stop with the pity party!" He yelled. Frankie back away. He'd never seen Ray mad.

"Ray...man, I'm-"

"No! Shut up!" He said, his voice rising. "I don't wanna fucking hear the word 'sorry' out of your mouth anymore. I know you are. And I'm tired of hearing it. And I'm sorry for acting this way but it's all over and done with! I'm tired of thinking about it and remembering it! I'm tired of flashbacks of what I did!" He swallowed, feeling as if he'd start crying. He was crying. "I hate remembering how I stood there, my hands gripping the rails. I hate remembering falling all the way down in slow motion. I hate remembering the impact, and the pain...it only lasted for a few seconds, but for me it was an eternity."

"Ra-"

"I don't know why I can remember it, I just can! God! I fucking hate all this shit. Every time I close my eyes I see it! It replays, and replays, and replays...over and over and over and over!" He shouted. He fell to his knees, his shoulders shaking with heavy sobs. "I want it to stop."

Frank knelt down by Ray and pulled him into his arms, holding him close. He rocked him back and forth. "Shh...babe..." He ran his fingers through Ray's hair gingerly. "It'll be okay, baby. I swear. It'll be okay."

"No...n-no it-it won't." He cried into Frank's chest. "I-I-I can't...can't st-stop the mem-memories-ies..."

"You'll forget eventually, Ray." He offered. "I know it's hard. I have flashbacks of my incident. Albeit it's not as bad as yours, but I can still feel my lungs ache for air, and my throat close up...and the pain of not being able to breath...the tube going down my throat..."

"I-I-"

"I love you, Ray..." Frankie said. Ray looked up, tears still falling down his face, and pressed his lips to Frankie's. It started just like that, and seconds later, they were entangled in passion.

Frankie pressed himself against Ray and ran his tongue over Ray's lips. Ray opened for access, running his own tongue over Frankie's lip rig and tugging on it lightly with his teeth. Frankie moaned. Ray clung to Frankie for support and Frankie stood them up, leading them to Ray's bed. Ray laid down, Frankie getting on top. He looked at Ray and wiped his tears off.

"I love you...so, so much, Ray." He said, leaning down and kissing along his jaw. "I really do."

"I love you, too..." Ray whispered, pulling Frankie's face to him. He kissed him hard, his tongue fighting for dominance in Frank's mouth. Frank groaned into Ray's mouth and held on tightly. Ray finally pulled back, running his hands down Frank's sides.

Frank shivered. He let Ray put his hands in his shirt and lift it over his head. It was like slow motion. First Frankie removed Ray's shirt. He kissed all the way down his stomach and licked back up, nibbling on one of Ray's nipples, eliciting small moans from Ray. Ray pushed up against Frankie's hips with his own, grinding slightly. Frank pushed back, holding Ray to the bed, pressing him into the mattress. He moved back down, kissing to the line of Ray's jeans. He slowly unbuttoned them and slid them down his long, well-built legs even slower. Ray was panting, his desire rising to attention. Frank licked around the top of Ray's boxers, nipping the skin and sending shivers through Ray.

He finally pulled his boxers off, revealing a part of Ray he never thought he'd see. He was gorgeous, long, thick. Frankie gently teased the head of Ray's cock with his tongue. Ray moaned, bucking up with his hips. Frankie pushed down, holding him still. He licked the shaft lightly, running his tongue up and down, stopping at the head and taking it into his mouth, sucking gingerly. Ray's hands found Frankie's hair and tangled in it.

"F-Frankie..." He groaned. Frankie took Ray into his mouth slowly, licking Ray's slit and pressing his tongue into it hard. Ray bucked again, pushing himself into Frankie's mouth. Frankie relaxed his throat muscles, allowing himself to take in almost all of Ray. And he deep-throated him. Ray's head barely touched the back of Frankie's throat, almost making ray cum then and there.

Frankie relaxed more, taking in a little more before pulling away, letting his teeth drag ever-so-slightly on Ray's cock. Ray let out a long string of obscurities and moans.

"Jesus...Frankie...oh god...you..." He couldn't make sentences. It felt all to good, and all too right. Frankie worked his tongue expertly around Ray's shaft, sucked hard, then relaxed, alternated between moving his head up and down and then stopping all motion and just sucking. Ray could feel himself getting close. He was going to cum if Frankie didn't stop...

"Frankie-babe...I'm gonna...god...cum...I'm-" But Frankie didn't pull back as Ray cummed. He swallowed his seed, taking all of it and letting it run down his throat. He pulled away slowly, seductively licking his lips. Ray was breathing hard, panting loudly, his chest heaving.

"Mm...you taste good, Ray." Was all he said before moving back up and kissing him lightly. "Really good..."

Ray kissed him back and wrapped his arms around him. Frankie held on. "I love you..." Ray whispered, feeling his eyes begin to close.

"Aww, sugar..." Frank purred. "I love you, too."