Give Me All Your Hopeless Hearts (frerard)

The light outside faded to a fuzzy nothing, clinging to the arched windows with it's inky fingers and toes. Lights fixed into the ceiling began to hum and illuminate the room, as Ray and Mikey loaded a backup guitar into the van, and Gerard adjusted his red tie in the far mirror. I bent down to tie my dress shoes."We should be going." I looked up at Gerard, who had approached me as I tied my laces. I nodded, finished up lacing my footwear and pushed open the hotel door, roaming out into the world of night. We stumbled through the dark, brushing arms several times which could only make me blush and hide my face, before realising the dark was so thick even a torch would be pointless. I reached out for the van, finding the handle and clambering in, eager to escape the cold spell outside. Ray and Mikey were already up front, listening to some metal band on a CD a fan had given us last meet and greet, so me and Gerard settled in the back.
The car ride was short and sweet, as the old, alcohol stained venue was only a few miles down the road but we hadn’t been bothered to walk. I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the van, slipping slightly on the worn tar mac of the car park outside.
---Time lapse---
I stood up from the cracked leather couch backstage, which smelled suspiciously like piss, and tucked my shirt in, readying myself to go on stage. Gerard appeared beside me, clad in a black suit jacket to match his black shirt and red tie. His black flairs pinched in his feminine curves, which were surprisingly prominent and undoubtedly alluring.
“Good luck.” Gerard squeezed my shoulder, his infamous smile which spread warmth right through my body, just being there on his perfect, annoyingly beautiful and charismatic face.
“You too.” I grinned back, daring to ruffle Gerard’s hair before bolting for the stage as Mark from the venue gave us our queue.
---Time lapse---
“We have been…My Chemical…,”Gerard raised his arms, grinning as the crowd screamed ‘romance’, the mosh pit thriving before them. Frank was grinning like an idiot too, lost in the moment of shredding his guitar to the last chords of Thank You for the Venom.
“So give me all your poison, and give me all your pills and give me all your hopeless hearts that make me ill!” I sing along to the final chorus, sweat blurring my vision slightly as I fumble around with my guitar, throwing myself to the floor and thrashing around to finish of one of the best shows we’ve ever played.
“Thank you, New Jersey! You have been fucking amazing. We are My Chemical Romance. We love you all so much! Goodnight!” Gerard blew a kiss to the audience, his hair slicked into tangles of black knots which plastered his beaming face. I took a final bow before jogging back stage, avoiding the mess of amp wires I’d muddled up during my frenzy a moment ago.
“Oh my god, guys! That was fucking amazing! I can’t believe the crowd was like that!” Ray exclaimed, pushing his afro back from his gleaming forehead.
---Time lapse---
“Where’s Gerard?” I asked Mikey, grabbing a beer from the fridge as I passed our hotel bar.
“I think he went to get coffee. I don’t know.”Mikey didn’t look up from his phone, tapping away determinedly from his position in the arm chair. I sighed and pivoted on my heel, making my way back to our bedroom to take a shower. I paused at the door, puzzled to the clanking of what sounded like stiff taps being turned off. Who was in there? I decided that it was dodgy pipe work and shoved my way into the room, wiping smudged eyeliner onto the back of my hand. But as I looked up, I realized I wasn’t alone.
A beet red Gerard gasped as he stepped out from the trickling shower, stark naked, singing the tune to Cemetery Drive and saw me, standing in the door frame gawking.
“Oh holy shit! I am so sorry! Oh fucking hell Gerard!”I cursed loudly, stumbling back a slightly and throwing a towel Gerard’s way. I didn’t dare open my eyes.
“Shit!” Gerard panicked, wrapping the towel around his lower half, the blush moving down to his neck and further down to his chest.
“I’m so sorry! Seriously! I’m such a mother fucker. I thought you’d gone to the store, I didn’t know. I should’ve knocked, but I was just-“I was cut off by Gerard’s finger physically pressed to his lips and now it was my turn to blush.
“Don’t worry. It’s happened before with Ray.” Gerard laughed nervously and I managed an unsure smile, backing away completely until I was in our bedroom.
Gerard poked his head around the door uncertainly, a dorky smile etched across his fucking perfect features.
“I’ll just finish off in here.” He laughed his perfect laugh, licked his perfect lips, moved his perfect body and disappeared back into the bathroom. Oh holy fucking motherfucking shit fuck piss bastard.
It was only when Gerard had fully clothed himself in his skeleton pajamas and was tucked up in the bed, watching Dracula on the TV in the corner, that I dared slip into the bathroom to shower myself. Like I had originally planned before the escapade. I turned the shower on to heat it up and stood on the tiles, looking around the small ensuite. The beige walls were boring, the white sink dull, the silver towel rack plain, but one thing caught my eye. A pile of bottles were spilling out from behind the sink. Shampoo bottles? No, they were glass. I approached them, reaching out and taking one in my hands. It was an empty whisky bottle, clear white glass and a cheap own brand label. Odd. I foraged further into the corner and retrieved all 5 spirit bottles, each one empty and fairly new looking, with drops of alcohol still sticking at the bottom.
When they’d arrived here, the bathroom had been empty expect for the few tiny bottles of lotion. There were no bottles. There was only one option. Gerard.
“Gerard.” I spun around and went back into the bedroom, a bottle in hand. He looked up, innocent as ever.
“Hmm?” Fuck, I couldn’t bring myself to accuse him. It probably wasn’t him, right?
“Do you know where these bottles came from?” I asked, trying to act as casual as I could, even leaning against the door frame.
“I…erm…Mikey brought them in from the van. They’d b-been in there for a while…T-t-their bin was full…” Gerard went strangely pale, but I brushed it off and shrugged, tossing the bottle back into the bin and completely forgetting about my shower. I slipped off my shirt and jeans, crumpling the tie on top of the pile, and climbed into the bed next to Gerard, clad in my boxers and a black undershirt.
“Night Gerard.” Frank whispered, snuggling into his friend’s shoulder out of pure sleepiness and the undying feelings he had for his friend.
“Night Frankie.” Gerard mumbled into the dark, bringing an arm to rest across my stomach. I shuddered under the duvet, blushing in the dark

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