When Gerard woke up to the smell of burnt toast and Bob cussing loudly he didn't expect to find a smiling Frank, Ray and Mikey tangled up on the couch together watching cartoons. Everybody, even Mikey, had been giving him disapproving glances when they thought he didn't notice. Over the past three mornings he was the one to wake up before Frank, or atleast the first to get out of bed.
Maybe this meant that Frank was done ignoring him, and that he forgave Gerard's awful behaviour from a few nights earlier.

"Hey Gerard, wanna get some coffee or something before soundcheck, we still have like an hour" Frank asked with a smile around his lips but his eyes painted in the same tinge of hurt that had been adorning them since Gerard told him that what happened between them didn't mean anything special.
He felt his heart jump and had to swallow before answering "s-sure, when do you wanna" he scraped his troath this shouldn't be this hard it was just Frank "when do you wanna leave?".
Frank jumped up "oh I'm ready" Gerard watched Frank take in his figure "and well, it's nothing special so you're already dressed perfectly for the occasion, come on".
His jaw dropped a little, maybe Frank didn't mean it as snarky as it had come off but from the looks of Ray and Mikey who were staring at the ceiling and Bob who's eyes were shining with amusement, it had.

Normally they'd walk together with only an inch of space between them but now Frank was walking a foot infront of him, speeding up his pace everytime Gerard caught up. It was clear that there was something wrong eventhough Frank was whisteling random tunes the whole 10 minutes it took them to get to the coffeehouse down the road.
They sat down after ordering and receiving their drinks and Frank immediately began talking about nothing much at all but the weather, atleast it was nothing compared to the conversations they normally had. Instead of debating about movies, confessing thoughts or even comicbooks, Frank was now just going on and on over things that usually didn't hold their interest at all.

"Nice weather isn't it?"
Gerard shrugged "I suppose".
Frank took a few sips of his coffee "yeah I like it, not too hot, not too chilly, just the right amount of sun and clouds and shit, don't you just fucking love it." he watched Frank take a big gulp of his drink. Gerard had been sipping from his own quick and nervously, completely against his usual fashion of cherishing every drop of his morning coffee.
"Yeah, the weather is great, did you watch the weather yesterday Gerard? The weather guy was wearing a really nice tie, I don't like ties but his was alright, it kinda looked like the one you sometimes wear on stage only nicer" Frank said with that fake smile plastered on his face but his eyes showing a mixture between pain and anger.

Gerard frowned his eyebrows, he clearly was wrong when he thought that Frank wasn't mad at him anymore "Frankie, what the hell is wrong, you know that I'm sorry right?".
He watched Frank down whatever was left of his coffee and almost slam the cup down on the table "it's Frank, and no there's nothing wrong Gerard, nothing at all. You don't need to apologize about something that didn't even matter a damn thing right?".
Eventhough his words were bolder than his little speech about the weather, he was still smilling or keeping up what was supposed to pass as a happy face.
It creeped Gerard out as much as it made him feel even worse about himself, Frank had always been okay with being called Frankie by Gerard and it stung that he was being so cold.
Frank looked at his wrist, he wasn't even wearing his fucking watch but still managed to know that they were late and had to go back for soundcheck.

Frank didn't wait for him and this made Gerard walk behind him again, this time he didn't even bother to catch-up.
Instead he walked, staring at the ground and cursing himself and what he'd done.
Sure, it wasn't his intention to hurt Frank and that night he was almost too drunk to stand. He didn't even sleep with Bert when he could because of Frank. But none of that justified what his words had done, they had been cruel and most of all untrue, only he realized that when Frank had already stalked off with tears in his eyes.
It became even more clear when Bert started making fun of Frank and Gerard angrily turned around to shove Bert off of him and walked away before he could throw a punch.

He had been so wrong about everything, but it didn't matter, because eventhough he knew he felt the same way he could never act on those feelings. It would only result in heartbreak for both of them, and he knew he had already broken Frank's heart but atleast he could now selfishly save his own before he fell in too deep.
Life on the road and later at home would change if they got together, and eventually they'd get sick of eachother, those things always happened and that in turn would break up the band.
Gerard couldn't let that happen, Frank would turn around soon enough and they could be like they were, friends.
They were back at the tour stop and almost at the bus, every inch of his heart and soul were arguing against it, but in this life him and Frank would never work.
-
Their shows had been fun today, Mikey and Pete had switched bands for the occasion and besides small flaws here and there both of them had managed to play eachother's songs pretty well.
Now they were making out underneath one of the stages while a band was still playing, they probably weren't allowed here but right now it didn't really matter because Pete was concentrated on kissing every inch of Mikey's neck, nipping at the skin every now and then.
The bass was thumping around them and they knew that no one could ever hear them in their isolated little shelter.

Mikey took this as a chance to let out small whimpers everytime Pete nipped at his skin or kissed right at the edge of his jaw.
Pete felt his breath hitch when he heard Mikey full out moan his name, he wanted Mikey, he wanted him a few days earlier but something inside him had stopped him.
He had spent a lot of time thinking about it and he knew that it was something he just had to fight through whatever was blocking him.
Mikey made a small whining noise "why'd you stop" he muttered, pulling Pete in again but he had to let go.
He bit his lip and stared at the man infront him, his neck flushed and lips swollen, yes he was sure that he wanted this, him "I want to try".
Mikey propped himself up on his elbows, he could read in his eyes that he'd understood exactly what Pete meant with trying "you don't have to do this if you aren't ready, I'm happy with just making out, you know that righ-"
Pete didn't let him finish but instead threw himself at him, straddling him and pulling his face between his hands to plaster their lips together in a frantic kiss.

It didn't take long for Mikey to throw Pete on his back and place himself between his hips, letting his hands ghost over the zipper of Pete's jeans "you're sure about this?".
Pete nodded, he wasn't sure but the part of him saying yes was now screaming while the part saying no was but a faint whisper.
Mikey gave him a quick kiss on the mouth and started placing small ones down his neck and across his collarbone.
His face traveled down and Pete could feel his breath through his shirt before it eventually stopped above the waistband of his jeans.
Whatever part of him that had been saying no was now completely killed, drowned by the anticipation and arousal that had spiked his blood and was coursing through his body.
Mikey shoved Pete's shirt up a little and stroked the small patch of hair between his bellybutton and waist before looking up "are you really sure, like completely okay with this, you know what I'm about to do right?"

Pete looked at Mikey and stroked through his hair, nodding in approval.
Mikey pressed his hands into Pete's hips, urging him to raise them after which Mikey unbuttoned and unzipped Pete's jeans to pull them down a little.
He looked Pete in the eyes one last time with a smirk on his face before leaning down to kiss the bare skin of what was exposed of his thighs, softly biting as he got to the edge of his Star Wars briefs.
One of Mikey's hands traveled upwards to get it's fingers laced together with Pete's while the other janked down his underwear.

Pete watched down through half lidded eyes as Mikey started to go down on him. All sense of doubt had left his mind, in fact all senses apart from the static pleasure building in his core were completely numbed down.
He caught himself letting out desperate whimpers everytime he was taken all the way in and Mikey hummed around him, the vibrations like current going all the way down to his toes
His breathing became erratic and when Mikey turned his eyes up to look into his everything became too much.
The heat and tension in his middle was building up to a maximum of pleasure and his voice came out hoarse as he tried to speak, "Mikey, I'm..-" his words were lost and Mikey simply squeezed his hand instead of pulling off as he bucked his hips and came undone.

His whole body went limp and Mikey finally came up again, wiping his mouth before pulling up Pete's briefs with a grin.
He himself couldn't move for a few moments but when Mikey lay down on him he somehow managed to wrap his arms around his boyfriend.
"You're even more beautiful when you moan my name babe" Mikey whispered against his cheek while slowly rolling his hips against his thigh.
He then realized that Mikey didn't get off and he clumsily tried to push one of his hands between them when Mikey pulled away about an inch from his mouth "don't. Just talk to me, tell me what you thought of it".

Mikey had more than enjoyed it and had grown painfully hard in his jeans as he continued to slowly move his hips against Pete while listening to half muttered words.
"You're so beautiful Mikey, I swear the best I've ever had"
He changed his rhytym to a faster pace.
"Your mouth looked so perfect around me, I could come just thinking of it".
He burried his face in the other man's neck, feeling the skin vibrate against his cheek everytime Pete spoke.
"Are you gonna come for me Mikey, please I want you to feel just as good as me, next time I'm gonna try alright but I know you could come right in your pants, I can feel how hard you are and your heart is racing, please babe".
Mikey felt his whole body tense for a few seconds, before everything fell down and his breath came out in a long moan."
Pete stroked his back and kissed his neck before rolling them both on their sides.
There they stayed, staring and smiling at eachother under the stage as the band above them played through their encore.

-

It was early evening but everybody was already drunk or well on their way to becoming it.
Someone who knew someone who knew a guy, managed to get a bunch of kegs up to the festival site where people were now doing kegstands and an improvised version of beer pong.
Ray was busy chugging beer through a funnel that his predeccesor Bob was pouring in, while he was encouraged by a group of people chanting a harmonized "chug, chug chug!".
When Bob finally stopped pouring Ray raised his arms and received a round of applause and whistling for his impressive act.
They passed the funnel to the next person in line and sat down in the grass, glad that they were both heavyweights when it came to drinking, drunk as hell but still clear enough to walk, talk (a bit slurred) and most of all, to not throw up.

"So Toro, Frankie made the first move, that means I win asswipe!" Bob slurred.
The guitarist looked up from the grass to protest "hell no, come on man, nothing happened between them, they're not even talking now".
Bob snorted "like I give a fuck, y'er just jealous 'cause I won, but if y'er gonna be a pussy about it, fine the one that asks the other out wins and I'm still sayin Frank so fuck you".
Ray playfully shoved his friend down in the grass "alright bitchface".
Bob grunted before shooting upright before tackling Ray down on his back as he attacked him with tickles and pinches "who's the bitchface now, bitchface?" he laughed.
Down on his back, Ray couldn't bring out a word while he tried to push Bob off as he squirmed and laughed underneath the drummer.

-

Gerard was sitting on one of the empty kegs in a beer haze while sipping from his red cup that would be well on it's way to be the sixth one of the evening he downed.
All around him people were, loud, laughing and talking.
The people who actually were silent, were the ones who were rutting up against eachother and making out in drunk lust.
He watched atleast three couples pass him by, including his little brother and Pete, neither of them noticed him and he was glad because he rather wanted to pretend that he didn't see them with their tongues in eachother's mouth.
At one point he decided that it was time for a refill and he carefully got up to keep hold of his slightly lacking balance.
He immediately went for the nearest group of people, concluding that there where the people are, the beer is too.
Managing to push his way through the small crowd he got to the center and filled up his cup quickly so he could retreat back to the solitude of his empty keg.
However when he turned around he was shocked to see a very familiar face locking lips with an unfamiliar one.

He stared for a short moment as he watched Frank making out with a guy he didn't know but judging from the way Frank was squeezing the stranger's ass, they either did know eachother or were well on the road to getting to know eachother.
It didn't matter because all Gerard could think of was the anger and jealousy that was spreading as venom through his veins, he took a big gulp from his cup before dropping it and impulsively reaching out to Frank, janking him away from stranger guy.

Frank immediately spun around and his eyes grew big when he saw who pulled him away from his make out session.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he bit angrily with furrowed brows, his lips still swollen from the kissing.
Gerard defiantly crossed his arms "I should ask you that Frankie, what're you doin' going around kissing strangers, what about me huh?" he slurred.
He watched Frank shake his head "I can't fucking believe you, first you fucking lead me on, then you fucking humiliate me infront of that asshole Bert telling me that you and me are nothing. So sorry but you can't say shit about me" he yelled before shoving Gerard away.
Gerard was drunk, though not drunk enough to not feel Frank's harsh words bite deep into his skin, his chest ached but he didn't want to crumble infront of the group of, now silent, people surrounding them.
"Yeah but-.."
Frank didn't let him speak "no Gerard, just because you're on the other side now doesn't give you the right to suddenly claim me, do you have any idea how bad you've fucking hurt me?"

Gerard didn't answer but instead slowly backed away from a furious looking Frank who had tears in his eyes and was completely ignoring his fling.
He watched the other suddenly turn around and push through the crowd, he decided to do the same but in the opposite directiong.
As soon as he left them behind, he started running until he got to their bus, he decided to test his luck and was glad to find it completely empty.
The little relief he felt was soon replaced by something else as he felt bile rise to his troath and he barely managed to falter into the bathroom in time to throw up his stomach content, cursing himself for ruining whatever him and Frank were.
But he also decided that despite trying to ignore it, his feelings were too strong and that he'd do whatever he had to win Frank back.