Frerard is Real

Victor Vincent Fuentes and his loving partner Jaime Alberto Preciado shared a bowl of popcorn as they sat close together. Vic was shoving a mouth full of popcorn as his eyes were glued onto the screen. Jurassic Park doesn't play regularly these days. Jaime was glad it was just him and Vic and not the diva.
Vic's movie was inturrupted by a long buzzing noise from his back pocket. Jaime glanced down, puzzled. Vic placed the popcorn aside before taking out his phone from his back pocket. Kellin(: calling. Vic didn't want to ignore, but he didn't want to answer either.
Jaime sighed, "It's him, isn't it?"
Vic's eyes looked up, "Um, maybe-yeah, it's him." He couldn't bring himself to lie.
Jaime groaned, "I swear I don't see how you could stand him."
"Hey, you're the one who agreed to a three way in the first place."
Jaime rolled his eyes, "I didn't think he would be stuck to you like super glue."
Vic looked back down to his phone. It had stopped but he knew Kellin well. He would soon call again.
Jaime said, "That diva doesn't ever listen! Patrick said that you and I had to spend three days together alone. But no, he decides to call. I swear next time I see him-"
"Next time you see him, you're going to do what?" Vic peered at him, "I know you're not going to hurt him, right?"
Jaime didn't reply. Instead he fell back onto the couch, "Whatever. I'll just rant about him in front of Patrick."
New voicemail Vic clicked onto it. Kellin's voice spoke from the speakers, "Hey. I know I wasn't supposed to interrupt but...this is really important."

~

Frank was fast asleep in the passenger's seat. His head was cocked to the side, using the seatbelt as his pillow. Gerard would glance at him every once in a while, just to see smile. They were five minutes away from home, and Gerard couldn't wait until he was snuggled into bed.
Gerard kept his eyes on the road in front of him, but his thoughts were somewhere else. He was imaging how life would be like after he made his confession to the media, to his fans. Would they show even more respect? Or would they show that the world hates "fags" and treat them like they are nothing but a infection? Gerard hated the thought of Frank being depressed. He hated the thought of his fans hating him. He loved his fans. He didn't want them to bring them down after revealing the most darkest secret he's been carrying on his back for so long.
Gerard's eyes became blurry from his own tears. He let go of the steering wheel with one hand just to wipe his eyes. After a brief second of darkness, a red ford was close ahead of him, causing him to stomp onto the brakes, making his vehicle come to a loud screeching stop. Frank's body flew forward, but his seatbelt abruptly prevented him to go any further. Frank took in a deep breath as his eyes widen every second.
Gerard's heart was pounding against his chest. He turned his head towards Frank, "Are you okay?"
Frank placed his hands onto his chest and chuckled as he leaned back into his seat, "Yeah...yeah, as long as I'm alive."
Gerard let out a breath as the red ford turned the corner.

~

"Oh yeah Austin. Show me that you're a big bad monster." Alan groaned as Austin laid on top of him. He added, "Show me you got what it takes to be called master."
Austin grinned as he bit Alan's lower lip, "Oh, I'll show you." Without hesitation, Austin bit Alan's neck before sucking onto the skin. Alan moaned, "Bite me more."
Austin hesitated but leaned down. His breath brushed against Alan's neck before nibbling on Alan's neck. Alan said, "Austin, bite. There's a difference, honey."
Austin nodded as he cleared his throat before again nibbling on Alan's neck. Alan was dissapointed but shrugged it off. Austin knew he did it wrong, but as much as he knew it would make Alan happy, he couldn't bring himself to hurt Alan. Alan still had his smile, "Grab onto my tightly and fuck me so hard."
Alan pressed his care knees against the firm bed. Austin grasped onto his waist. This is it. Austin thought, I won't let you down-or, I'll try not too...The easy part for Austin was to be inside Alan, but the hard part was to do what Alan wanted. Alan rocked his body, "Oh yeah...Austin, why aren't you moving?"
Austin abruptly pulled out, "I can't fucking do it."
Alan collided his body onto the bed and muttered "You got to be fucking kidding me."

~

Patrick organized the chairs bright and early. He didn't want to disappoint Gerard and the others like last time. He sat down onto his rolling chair with his clipboard, waiting for the arrival of his clients.
His head lifted up when he heard multiple footsteps echoing from the other side of the door. The doors were pushed wide open to a mob of band members, arguing amongst each other. Patrick wasn't too happy about the scene, in fact he was a bit annoyed. He thought he had tactics that will solve the problem slowly, but it had just caused more drama as it seemed.
The couples departed from each other-it was worse than he thought. He then noticed Gerard and Frank. They were holding hands, close together. Patrick had finally had a reason to smile, "How are you and Gerard, Frank?"
Frank smiled, "Good. Gerard and I went to see his wife and worked everything out."
Patrick gave a surprised look, "Really? How?"
Frank opened his mouth but didn't know what to say-because Gerard had never told him the whole story. Frank looked over to Gerard, "How did you work everything out?"
Gerard forced a smile, "I have my ways-two ways."
Everyone was silent, obviously not getting that Gerard was making a joke. He stammered, "Because Mikey and I...are the Way brothers...the two of us..."
"Oh" everyone said aloud.
Patrick smiled, "Well, whatever your way was, it seemed to have worked out."
No, Gerard thought, It just made things worse.

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