Best Friends Forever, But Not Now

We sat in Ray’s basement waiting for Gerard to get there. He was 15 minutes late. He hadn’t been late to a meeting since Bullets from what I remember. After a few more minutes of waiting, he stumbled in, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and the old converse he’d stolen from me years ago. Starbucks in hand, copic marker behind his ear..

“Where were you?” Ray asked. “We found a bunch of older songs we want to fix up and use in the next album.”

“That’s awesome! Sorry, Lindsey wasn’t telling me where my sketchbook was and Starbucks had a huge line.” Gerard responded.

“What’d you tell Lindsey about the band?” I asked. “Also, what did she ask?”

“I told her that the band might be back together and that me and you were best friends and I’m not gay.”

I laughed at him saying he wasn’t gay. “Right. You’re the straightest person alive.”

“Also, you can’t touch me on stage at all otherwise she’s making me fly home.” Gerard commented.

I paused. The stage was where our romance was flying out of control, no intimacy? No closeness? How was she supposed to know? Was she going to have him record every concert?

“Don’t you think she’s overreacting a little? For a while, you and Frank kissing had no emotion so I don’t think it matters.” Ray added.

“You call her, I’m sure she’ll obey the guy that grabbed my ass at our last show.”

“Have me call her, she can’t take away the way you and Frank present yourselves on stage.” Mikey stated.

“You can try.”

And with that, Mikey and Ray walked upstairs, dialling Lindsey’s phone number and telling her that forcing Gerard to act a certain way on stage was ridiculous. While they were up, Gerard and I ran to the bathroom. I climbed on top of him and started kissing him. Not on his neck or anywhere that would leave a mark since he didn’t want Lindsey to know. I kissed him harder and more passionately. After a minute, we cooled down and decided to go back out to the studio area, where Mikey and Ray still had abandoned to talk on the phone. We sat in our chairs and waited for them.

“Hey Gerard, Frank. Sorry that took so long.” Ray said, entering the basement.
“Is my wife gonna kick my ass?” Gerard asked.

“She wants you to call her ASAP.” Mikey added.

“Shit!” Gerard said, grabbing his phone and bolting up the stairs.

I followed him up so that I could kind of be there if he needed me or if I needed to tell Lindsey anything. He called her, and she answered immediately. “Hello?” He waited for a response. “Wasn’t my idea or Frank’s. Yes I know I made that agreement but the guys don’t think it’s good for performance. No kissing backstage, I know. I’m not gay, Lindsey. Frank’s my best friend and I was just fucked up. No, I’m not trying to cheat on you! Call me back once you’ve cooled down, okay? I love you, bye!” He hung up, sulking and putting his head in his hands.

“Hey, are you okay?” I asked, surprising Gerard.

“How much did you hear?”

“All of it, thought you’d need someone to hug you after that.”

“Not out here, Lindsey is probably stalking me.”

“Leave your phone in the living room, I don’t trust it.” I joked, hugging him. “You’ll be alright. Worst case scenario, she finds out, you can stop lying and be happy.”

“She kept asking if you gave me the box of cigarettes. She’s going fucking insane.”

“Like I said, she can’t keep you off the tour over something stupid like me kissing you.” I comforted. “We’ve been kissing since we met pretty much, it wasn’t even romantic until like, 2004.”

“On stage was the one goddamned place where she couldn’t fucking control what I did!”

“I know, but she can’t control you backstage or in dressing rooms or in bathrooms.” I joked. Gerard kissed me hard, biting my bottom lip. “Not now, we can’t keep the guys waiting.”

“Please. I need you, right now.” I couldn’t resist. We stumbled into one of the bathrooms, Thank god Christa was at work that day. We locked the door and Gerard’s back dug into the rug in the small bathroom. I kissed his neck, not hard enough to leave a mark, and kept kissing until I got to his shirt, where I stopped.

“We can’t do this, not here.” I commented, backing away.

“Please!” Gerard begged.

“No, if you really need this, you can wait a few months so that we’re on the road and we know 100% that she won’t find out.”

“Please! I don’t care if she finds out! I want this so bad!”

“Then come to my house after this. Who cares if she sees us.” I left the bathroom and Gerard followed.

“Hide me in a kick drum bag.”

Notes

"Weighted" by Frank Iero.
Aha the next chapter might get dirty or sentimental I really don't know.
If it's dirty it'll take longer to write because I need to practice writing gay porn.