You can sense how nervous Gerard is. By looking at his eyes, the sweat beading on his forehead. Even though he has just come on the stage, he's nervous as hell. Being able to play out of his country is something entirely different for him. He feels a wave of proudness and accomplishment for his band. They finally made it. They aren't just a stupid little garage band with hopes and dreams. Well, they just aren't a garage band any more. And he looks over to Frank. His sweet little Frank, with his cute face and adorable hazel eyes. Staring right back at Gerard with that beautiful smile that made Gerard weak at the knees. He'd never told anyone his feelings for Frank, and Frank doesn't know either, but he has a feeling that the rest of the guys are started to suspect things. From his behavior, really. Always sneaking a glance at Frank during band meetings. And his recent act of stage gay; in the middle of a song, walking up to Frank and pulling him into a short on-stage make out session. Of course Frank obliged, which made Gerard ecstatic. The only thing Gerard wondered though, was: Frank played his guitar with all his heart. He'd get injured, fall down, or get sick, but he wouldn't stop playing his guitar. But he stopped playing to kiss Gerard, and wrap his arms around him. That was the only thing that Gerard wondered about, and it made his heart race. Thinking that maybe, just maybe, Frank wanted Gerard just as much as Gerard wanted Frank. He couldn't help the shivers run through his body while thinking it.

After the show they played that night, they all went back to the tour bus. Ray, Mikey, and Bob all decided to go out to a bar or something, and Gerard and Frank stayed back. Gerard wanted to confess his love for the hazel eyed man but was reluctant, knowing that if Frank didn't return the feelings, it could mess up the band big time.

Gerard decided to draw, and went to get his sketch book from the bunks. "Hey Frank, have you seen my-" He started, but stopped noticing that Frank was sitting there in his bunk, in only his underwear, listening to his mp3 player.

Gerard's eyes widened, and he felt his friend rising, begging to be noticed. He shifted a little, pulling his large sweatshirt over his bulge, so Frank wouldn't notice. He sat down on the other man's bunk, and Frank pulled out his headphones. "You need something?"

Gerard looked at him for a moment, his eyes lingering, but then asked, "Have you seen my sketch book?"

Frank nodded, and got up, going over to a small cabinet near to the floor. As he bended over, Gerard checked out his ass. 'I need to stop being a pervert.' He noted to himself, but couldn't help it, considering how fucking hot his friend/band mate was. Frank stood up, and turned around, only to be pushed into the wall by Gerard.

"Uh, Gerard what are you-" Frank started to ask, only to be cut off by the black haired man's lips. They moved in a messy synch with Frank's and they both loved it. Tongues fought, but nobody won. Gerard pulled away, only to attach his lips to Frank's neck. Said man let out a groan of approval, and Gerard smirked against his soft skin. He liet his tongue trace the outlines of Frank's scorpian tattoo, the man addorning the tattoo letting out gasps of pleasure.

"You're so fucking hot. I couldn't take it." Gerard growled in Frank's ear, his voice rough and gravely.

Frank grabbed Gerard's shoulders and flipped them, pushing Gerard up against the wall instead, pushing his soft lips onto the other man's. "Fuck, Gee." He groaned, as Gerard started rotating his hips onto Frank's.

Needless to say, their night was full of lustful moans, and lots of lip locking. The other guys walked in halfway through it, and they were shocked. Ray's eyes widened, and Mikey made a small gagging noise. Neither Frank or Gerard noticed them though, they were too busy with the task of each others pleasure.

Bob suggested that they just go somewhere else, and they all quickly agreed, leaving the two lovers to bask in their attraction.

Notes

this was really fun to write