Mikey and Bob lay by a fire that they had started on the banks of the lake. Gerard and Ray jumped out of the jeep and joined them. They had a cooler, a box of cigarettes, some lighters, as well as some open beer cans. Frank cautiously slipped out of the car and walked down towards the fire. He had his hands shoved in his pockets and he was shivering. "Say, Frankie. There's some blankets in the back seat of my jeep, how about you grab some." Frank groaned and turned, going back to get the pile of blankets. He passed them out, and sat down beside Mikey seeing as he was closest to his age.
"Come over here." Gerard said in a demanding tone. Frank shot up and walked over very obediently. "Uhm, yes? Can I help you?" He asked sitting down beside the dark haired senior. Gerard cracked open a beer and shoved it in Frank's sweaty palms, "Drink up." He said, glaring daggers at Frank. Frank cautiously tipped his head back, swallowing the beer. He immediately jerked his head downwards and began gagging, "Oh my fuck that's so bitter!" He shouted. "Quiet, idiot." Snapped Bob. Frank snapped his mouth shut. "Finish it." Gerard barked. Frank quickly began to drink again.

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A couple beers later, Frank had fallen asleep, sprawled across Gerard's stomach, his head on the seniors chest. Ray, being the only one awake snickered. Gerard has his arms wrapped protectively around the younger male. Ray walked over to the car and grabbed the camera from the glove compartment. He took a picture or two before passing out drunk as well. Frank began to dream again. He couldn't thrash about because Gerard had him in a tight embrace. More quiet, pathetic noises came from his slightly parted lips as he kicked a little, causing Gerard to stir.
Gerard snapped awake and let go of Frank who immediately rolled off of Gerard and started thrashing about on the ground. Gerard began to laugh, and jabbed Ray in the side. "Look at him thrash!" He said with a smirk. Ray laughed quietly, Mikey and Bob woke up to the noise. "What the hell is going on?" Mikey mumbled drunkenly.
Gerard shook Frank awake and the boy moaned, holding his hands against his head, "Ow..." He grumbled, looking over at the dying fire. "You were thrashing about like a fish out of water." Ray commented. Gerard rolled his eyes, "You alright little buddy?" He asked, placing a hand on Frank's shoulder. Frank nodded, "Just a weird dream." He was secretly thankful that is was dark so no one could see that his face was blushing, or that an erection pushed against the fabric of his jeans.

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