Frank threw his head back, trying his best to get his sweaty bangs out of his face without using his hands that were busy strumming his opening chords to Prison. The sweat was stinging in his eyes now, smearing out his make-up all over his cheeks and no matter how hard he shook his head, his hair was still plastered to his forehead, blinding him of his sight. He trashed around some more when he felt a hand crawl up his neck and ruffle through his hair before swiping his bangs back out of his face. Now that the light of day could finally reach his eyes again he saw that Gerard had helped him out and was now backing up to his own space on stage.

As Gerard started on the chorus, Frank followed him to the middle of the stage. Frank provided the backing vocals to the second verse when they played the song live, he might as well do them next to Gerard, just because it added to the dramatic effect he told himself.
He watched the sea of people infront of him jump up and down while shouting back the lyrics, he couldn't have wished for a better crowd on a kick-off show.
The chorus ended and he knew he had to pay attention now, he flung his back against Gerard's side and threw his head to the side.
They made me do push-ups in drag he cried into the microphone while trying his best to bring out an even creepier giggle than Bert had provided them with on the record. He ground his hips back and forward everytime he hit his cue to sing and when he wanted to pull away after the verse had ended he was surprised by his friend's arm snaking around his waist.

He felt Gerard's hands groping him, digging his blunt nails into the soft flesh right above his hip softly swirling his thumb over the sweaty skin, the two of them had always been close on stage but Gerard had never touched him like that and it made Frank weak at the knees.
He knew what lyrics were coming and that if he was going to do something regretful he might as well do it now.

He inhaled deeply and as he heard Gerard belt out "I kiss your lips again" he flung his guitar around and clasped Gerard's face between his hand. His lips crashed into the other man's and he was surprised to feel no resistance at all, even more surprised when he felt Gerard's tongue enter his mouth to start a short but franctic battle of rubbing against his own.

Frank pulled back a little, he knew that these last 5 seconds had been 4 too many than he had actually intended it to last. He had to end it but not before softly sinking his teeth into the taller man's lips and sucking it briefly, he could swear that he heard a soft moan escape from his friend. The crowd was going insane and he pulled away with a grin before noticing something straining in his pants. He looked down and quickly turned around, as he played he tried to tilt his guitar a little so it covered his crotch up entirely.
He started jumping around, back to his own spot, where he let himself fall to his back and stayed like that until he heard Mikey playing the opening notes to Give 'Em Hell Kid.

-
They had 5 minutes left of their break until they had to go out to their signing tent to meet fans for a few hours. Joe and Andy were already out and Pete and Patrick were sitting at the table enjoying the piece and quiet for just a little longer.
But there was a wild river of thoughts running through Pete's head and he felt as if his brain was on the verge of short-circuiting. He felt a hand softly shaking his shoulder and he fell back to reality.
Patrick looked at him worried "what's wrong?" he asked his best friend softly "you've been acting strange since you came back last night".

He slumped slightly, he wasn't ready to tell anyone the details of this, not even his best friend, but he had to get this off his heart so he looked up to Patrick.
"There is this person" he began and watched his friend nod at him to encourage him to continue.
He sighed "we met last year and I thought it was nothing but a small crush, fuck, I haven't even talked to them for the past few weeks but last night we met up and it felt as if everything fell back in place. He can do the dumbest things and it still puts a smile on my face, like everytime I see him it's as if he puts the pieces to me back together with golden needle and thread. I'm afraid that I'm falling in love with him."

Pete's breath hitched when he noticed that instead of staying ambiguous about the gender he had made it pretty clear that he was talking about another man "wait, no, I meant-" he stammered before he felt Patrick's arm pulling him in.
"No you didn't and it's okay" his best friend whispered and Pete nestled himself against him for the remaining time the had left.
After a few seconds of serenity they had to get up and on their way to the signing tent he was thankful for Patrick starting up a conversation about their set earlier that day. It were moments like this that reminded him that he was really lucky to have people like his best friend in his life.

-
All five of them were completely broken after their set, two hours of signing things and going out for dinner. The moment they set foot on their bus they pushed and shoved at eachother to get a place on the ugly flower fabric couch. Ray and Bob took advantage of their height and strength and after joining forces they managed to pry Frank away from the stained furniture. Mikey laughed as he stepped over the profanity shouting guitarplayer, who Bob had carelessly thrown on the ground and sat down on the kitchen table next to his brother who was munching away on a pack of Doritos.

"So Frank" Bob said with a sugary sweet voice.
"What do you want asshole" Frank replied from the ground, not bothering to move to a more comfortable place. Mikey sensed a small fued coming up and to join his entertainment he grabbed a handful or Doritos from the bag in his brother's hand.
Bob chuckled "well funsized asswipe, I was just wondering if you saw fireworks today on stage".
He glanced over at Ray who was holding his hands over his mouth in attempt to hide his obvious grin, he looked down at Frank to see that he himself had sat up and was now looking at their drummer with perched eyebrows.
"What are you talking about, did you take too many happy pills or something, there were no fucking fireworks" Frank said.
Mikey began to understand where this was going to and tried to divide his attention to scene unfolding infront of him and to his brother.
Ray was now full on giggling, looking more like a 10 year old girl instead of a grown man, as Bob continued; "dude, it was if 4th of July and New Year's eve collided from my side of the stage when you made out with Gerard".
He had made the right choice by dividing his attention because now he got to watch Frank's face turn 7 different shades of red in the measure of a second before he quickly turned to the sink where he filled an unwashed coffee mug with water for his brother who was half choking on his chips.
Bob and Ray were laughing loudly while pointing at both Frank and Gerard's reactions and Mikey simply shook his head, though also amused at the expense of his brother and best friend, he was too tired to properly enjoy this.

He decided to lay down for a bit before they'd watch a movie together or something else that requiered even the slightest bit of his energy. After looking at Gerard to make sure he was okay again he got op and walked towards the bunk beds where he flopped down on his brother's bed.
"Would you atleast kick your muddy shoes off before fucking up my sheets" he heard his brother call from the living area. He sighed, Gerard knew him too well "my shoes are cleaner than your sheets" he shouted back, while kicking off his dirty sneakers when he felt his phone buzz. He smiled when the bright display showed that he had received a message from Pete. The notification made him smile, they hadn't talked after the time spent the previous night but he was disappointed when he read the message itself.

Hi, is Frnk @ ur Bus,
need 2talk 2 him,
x Pete

Mikey scrunched his eyebrows and propped himself up against his brother's smelly pillow to read the text again. The words were still the same after the third time reading it.

Yh, F is here
xM

His phone buzzed again and this time he got up after reading the message to go back to the living area where he found Frank sulking on the floor while Gerard was standing next to him preparing his coffee on the counter. The filthy carpet stuck a little to his bare feet and he wondered how they had managed to get the bus this filthy by only their second night in it. He nudged Frank's thigh with his toe and watched him pull away his leg in a swift movement.
"Mikey Way don't you ever touch me with that hawk claw that you call a foot again" he said while pointing at Mikey's feet. He simply shrugged it off and pulled his phone out "Pete just texted me and asked if you could meet him infront of the parking lot and that it would only take 10 minutes this time" he said masking his voice with fake indifference. Ray wolf whistled "this time?, how long did it take last time Frankie" he mocked. Frank got up and smiled slyly "oh Pete can go on forhours, but Ray since you're so interested why don't you ask our dearest Bobby over there" he pointed "if he wants to experiment a thing or two together, since you're both seem to be soo interested in gay love affairs".

Mikey felt his stomach dropping and he didn't even notice the startled looks that Ray and Bob were sporting after Frank's remark. He had never been sure if Pete was even the slightest bit interested in guys, but his hope had grown after the previous night. Never would he have thought though that Frank and Pete had something going on, especially after the guitarplayer and his brother's kiss on stage. He immediately looked up to his brother who's face had gone even paler than usual. Gerard thought that people didn't notice the way he looked at Frank, maybe he didn't even know himself that his eyes shone brighter when he looked at the younger man. They watched Frank walk off the bus and the uncomfortable silence indicated that eventhough it wasn't even midnight yet it would probably best for him to go to bed and sleep this nasty feeling off. They could be just friends, Mikey shuddered at the sound of the last word, he knew he had caught it hard but he didn't think that it would hurt this bad when nothing had even happened between them.

-

Pete was mindlessly picking at the studs on his belt when he heard footsteps approaching.
"Please tell me you have a good reason for having me walk to the other side of the fucking lot" the clearly aggravated guitarist snarled.
Pete cocked an eyebrow at the hostile greeting of his friend "well hello to you too sunshine".
He watched Frank sigh and pat his pockets until he dug out a pack of smokes and a lighter, when he finally took his first puff the strained muscles in his face seemed to ease up.
"Sorry man, those assholes" he said while gesturing behind him in the direction of their bus "were giving me a hard time".
"How was it" Pete immediately knew what they were teasing Frank about, it had been the talk of the day around the festival grounds. It was shrugged of by most as just a flamboyant stage antic, but knew that it was probably a moment of significance to the guitarist.

Frank closed his eyes and replayed the moment in his head like he had done about a 100 times over the day "it was amazing, slimy but amazing" he said with the sincere smile of a young fool in love.
Pete nodded, ignoring the slimy part "what are you gonna do now he asked.
The younger man scratched his head and shrugged "honestly, I think I'm just gonna wait for him to make the next move dude, what about you and Mikey, and make it quick as soon as my smoke is done I'm heading back".
He rolled his eyes "we hung out yesterday, it was great, he got cold so I gave him my jacket" he paused to glare at Frank who had let out a stretched out "ahw" at the mention of Pete doing something that could have easily been cut from a John Hughes movie.
"But I haven't properly talked to him since." he watched the other put out the cigarette stub with the nose of his jacked up Converse sneaker.
Frank patted his arm "keep me updated bro, I'm gonna pass out in my bunk for the night", the men hugged as a goodbye and each went their seperate ways.

-

Gerard had just made himself comfortable in his so called bed when he heard the bus door open and close followed by a "both of you shut the fuck up" from Frank who was taking precautions to avoid a situation similar to the one 20 minutes earlier. He had his drapes closed but it took only his ears to hear that his friend had kicked off his shoes and opened and closed the drapes to his own bunk. After that 5 minutes of silence followed before he could hear a soft snorring coming from the bed on the other side. Gerard himself was still awake even after Bob and eventually Ray had taken their places in their bunks and drifted off to sleep, creating an orchestra of snores.

It was a warm night and under the covers he was only wearing a pair of boxers as he recalled the events of the day and smiled at how fantastic their crowd had been. Then he remembered something else that happened on stage. Frank had kissed him. Not a brotherly peck on the cheek like Mikey so often gave him, but a full on blast of tongue, teeth and stars after it was finished. He swallowed and felt himself grow hard when he thought of how Frank's soft, sweaty skin had felt under his rough finger tips, and he gave his length a firm squeeze like he had done with the flesh on Frank's side earlier. His thumb swirled around his head to collect the already leaking precome to slick himself up. He slowly began to pump himself as he recalled every movement Frank had made with his tongue against his, he softly panted at the memory of how the younger man had finished it by biting and sucking on his bottom lip.

His breathing was getting heavier and the movement of his hand got thighter and faster around his throbbing length. They had rubbed up against eachother before but never actually kissed apart from the two or three times when they'd been too stoned or drunk to properly remember it, he started to wonder what it would be like to go even further with Frank, off stage.
As he brought his free hand to his mouth he pushed two of his fingers in and sucked on them hard while he imagined sucking his best friend off. The thought of being on his knees infront of Frank and tasting every bit of his arousal got Gerard to move his hand even faster and it took him three more strokes before he bit down on his fingers to surpress what would have been an obscenely loud moan, as he came all over his stomach.
He quickly cleaned himself up with the t-shirt he had worn that day and stared up to the bottom of his brother's bunk, then it dawned on him he had just jerked off to his best friend, who was maybe, quite possibly getting more than friendly with Pete motherfucking Wentz.