Give Me Blood

Gerard Way had been bored as fuck all morning, with his wife on tour and his daughter visiting her uncle Mikey he was all alone in the house. He had tried everything he could think of to distract himself and not die from boredom but nothing had really helped. There was nothing interesting on TV and not one damned DVD in this house that he hadn't seen at least three times already. Unfortunately, the internet was currently broken. All of his friends and people he generally considered interesting were busy right now or all the way across the states. He didn't feel like going out on his own but there was literally nothing for him to do inside the house. He had even cleaned every room twice already, the floor was so shiny, he could see his own reflection and the bathroom tiles were sparklingly clean. Heaving a sigh, he stood up from his comfortable couch. There was no point in sitting around uselessly anymore. Grabbing his keys on the way out the door, he stepped outside into the mild breeze, enjoying the few rays of sunshine that were peeking through the clouds above.
It was a nice day and he felt his mood brighten already, as he inhaled the clear, fresh air. He started walking, without any destination in mind, just relishing in the exceptionally peaceful world, it was a quiet sunday evening after all. After some pleasant time of walking around, Gerard found himself standing in front of his favorite café. Shrugging to himself, he decided to enter the place, having nothing else to do anyway. Inside, the distinctive scent of freshly made coffee and delicios chocolate cake was so inviting. He took a deep breath in, savouring the aroma he loved, before stepping up to the counter to order a simple black coffee. After a few minutes, his beverage was steaming and ready, so he payed for it and took it to a small booth by the window. It was a quiet part of the café that he chose, empty except for two young women dressed in black, sitting in the booth beside him. They didn't notice him, as they were having a very animated conversation. As Gerard blew into his cup to cool the hot drink down, he couldn't help but overhear what the women were talking about. One special name caught his attention. Frank's name. Frank Iero. They were talking about the videos to his recently published solo album, one video in partucular: Joyriding. Gerard loved that song on many different levels. The lyrics were genious in his not so humble opinion. He had to admit that he was deeply impressed, though he knew Frank and knew what he was capable of, so he probably should have seen it coming. Then there was that extraordinary voice, so expressive with a deeply erotic edge to it. He almost envied Frank for that but he was his friend and he deserved to be successful.
The women went on about how amazing that video is, how it made them sentimental and how sexy Frank looks with all the blood.
Gerard froze in the middle of bringing his cup to his lips. Blood? The thought of adorable Frank covered in blood, a devious smirk on his lips, looking hot as hell made his head spin. He hadn't seen the video yet, since his internet was down, however he had pre-ordered the album the minute it was possible and he loved every single track on it.
Suddenly, he remembered one of the reasons why this was his favorite café. Yes, the coffee was delicious but they also had free Wifi.
Fishing his phone out of his jeans pocket, he was glad he had brought his headphones, too. He quickly typed in the key words on YouTube, waiting impatiently for the video to load. At first everything was white. Frank, his band, the walls. But as the song progressed, so did the amount of blood. Gerard watched in awe, mesmerized by the bizarre beauty of a blood covered Frank Iero. As Frank smiled at the end of the video, he couldn't help but smile, too. He'd give anything to see the real thing again, soon. Sighing to himself, he pocketed his phone again, finishing off his coffee, glancing towards the women who were still chatting, but had obviously switched to another topic: him. They were now discussing their expectations of his new album 'Hesitant Alien', which Gerard took as his cue to leave because if they finally were to spot him, he was sure he would end up drowning in questions. He left the café quietly, beginning his way back home, the thoughts of Frank and his voice and his sexy self covered in blood not once leaving his mind.
He made a decision. He had to contact Frank, he needed to see him again, it has been way too long.

Notes

Hey there! I have a vague idea where this might be going but I'll probably just leave it standing alone as a oneshot. Should I? I don't really know
So what do you think?