Boys in The Band

**Gerard's POV**
"That'll be a great idea!" I said, coming up behind Frank. "You could tell us what sounds better and help us decided what is best for everyone." I put one hand on Frankie's shoulder.
"Well... I guess I could stay, but what about Bob? He needs to be at work early tomorrow."
"Don't worry about him, you can join us any time you want!" Smiled Ray from the other side of the garage
"Make sure you bring us some beer." Frank winked at her.
I yanked on his hair, "Hey, if anything, she deserves a beer." I rolled my eyes
"Thanks guys! But I don't drink." She said twirling a piece of hair between her fingers.
I nodded, "Ray, Frankie, and Bob, let's go from the bridge, the minor bit sounded awkward." I said facing the three and counting them in. Bob pounded on the drums with all of his energy as he always did. Frank was air humping his guitar as always, Ray, well, he had a headbanging fluffy halo.

**Mikey's POV**
"So um... what kind of music do you like to listen to?" I squeaked
"I... I don't listen to too much music, but I really like the way you guys sound. I mean, it almost makes me want to punch a wall out of pure rebellion!" She giggled.
I blushed and looked back down at my bass.
She met my eyes and I allowed her to raise my head again, "Hey, you're pretty cute." She kind of smirked, but it wasn't devilish, it was shy and sincere.
"Oh.. um... You're cute too...." I stuttered. How the fuck do you respond to that?

The music finished and shortly after, Bob had grabbed Chase's shoulder, "Come on, you have to make dinner. I got work early tomorrow so we'll have to get to bed early..." he said, nibbling on her neck.
She didn't seem too happy he interrupted our conversation. She just gestured with her head that she as ready to go.
Oh fuck, Mikey, keep your mouth shut! Don't you dare start with the word vomit! "That's no way to treat a woman!" I shouted, putting my bass down on its stand.
Bob glared at me, Chase looked scared, almost mortified. Fuck you Mikey, you fucking did it again. Bob got up close to me. Oh, he was tall. "What did you say, half pint?" He sneered.Gerard pushed between us, "Hey, hey, hey. We are not starting this!" As soon as he said that, Bob backed off and placed an arm around Chase's waist, pulling her close beside him, not breaking eye contact with me.
"Thanks, Gerard.." I breathed. Thank god I had such a thoughtful brother.
Bob pushed on her back and lead her in the direction of home. I could see Chase getting a last glance at us before they turned the corner and left. Holy fuck What have I started?

**Chase's POV**
Ohfuckohfuckohfuck
Now Bob was angry again. It wasn't my fault, I'd have to say it was both Mikey's fault and Bob's. He didn't loosen his grab on my waist, it felt a bit hard to breathe.
We got home and he immediately began biting my neck and running his tongue on my face. Well, fuck. You can never be exhausted enough in one evening. He took my jacket off.
Emotionless and annoyed, I did the same with his sweater. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He threw me down on the bed, beginning to unbutton my jeans and taking off my tank top.
"You're so sexy." He huffed in my ear.
I responded with a kiss on the neck. I didn't want sex, I just didn't want any trouble and did what he said.
Everything was off now, all he had on were his boxers. he pulled my legs so they were wrapped around his hips. He pulled off the last layer of clothing and shoved right into me without warning. My scream was muffled by his mouth that crashed into mine.
"Shh..." He hissed.
His thrusts were violent and uneven. I tried not to scream or cry, it will only make him angry. Instead, I faked orgasm. It was really simple. Just squeeze all of your muscles tight and scream their name. It made him ease up and be less violent and more passionate.
I wonder if Mikey is single. I hope I didn't freak him out with the comment I made. I meant it, the shyness adds to the cute factor, making him more attractive. I wonder what sex with him would be like. Would he be gentle? Or one of those people that are saints but have chains and whips in bed? No, Chase. Don't think about that shit. What shit do i have to think about? Bob was almost finished by the looks of it, and I had to somehow maneuver myself out of bed and get to the Way's garage to start helping them out with their music
With a shudder and a moan, Bob was finished. Was he- oh thank God, he was wearing a condom. He sprawled out beside me in bed, one arm around my shoulders, he caught his breath.
"Hey, baby. What's up?" He panted.
"Nothing important." I yawned. Haha, I was pretty funny. He was clearly still aroused, but I wasn't. He was pathetic between the sheets.

After an hour, Bob was fast asleep. I had time to slip out of bed and check out my cuts and bruises. Fuck.. yep. They were there. Both of my hips had red and black bruises and I had a cut and bruise hybrid on my cheekbone, as well as my collarbone. I needed to get away from this ass. It's not working for me anymore.

I touched up my make-up, silently wiggled into my clothes, and snuck out the door. I headed down the street and found that the band had the lights on downstairs. Frank was sitting on the front porch with a cigarette. He smiled really big at me, I smiled back. Man, his charisma was contagious. "Welcome back!" He said and opened the door for me, showing me to the stairs. The Way brothers sat on the couch while Ray was in a little glass room with his guitar.

Mikey shyly smiled at me, acknowledging my existence and looking aback at his bass.
"Nice to see you, too." I smiled.

Notes

Am I the only one swooning over Gerard's little pixie face I used for the header?
So perfect <3