Where Do We Belong?

Frank’s P.O.V

“Hey, babe. What are you doing?” Jamia crawls onto the bed to join me.
“Just on Twitter.” I reply.
She pulls me away from the computer to give me a long kiss. “Go say goodnight to the kids.”
“Mmm-K.” I reluctantly peel away from her warm soft lips to tuck the kids in. Stepping into the dimly lit room quietly, I pad over to Cherry’s bed, give her a kiss goodnight and then repeat with Lily and Miles. By the time I’m done they’re pretty much asleep. I came back from touring yesterday, so today Jamia and I took the kids to the pool. I think we tired them out a lot, that’s good though since I have some plans with Jay that I don’t want them being awake for…
Returning to our room I push open the door to find Jamia looking at my computer intently. It’s turned away so I can’t see what she’s looking at but she’s so focused she doesn’t notice me. I creep up behind her and surprise her by pinning her underneath me and kissing her deeply. She makes a beautiful muffled sound of shock before melting into me, grabbing my short brown hair and tugging me down even more. My hands slide up and down her sides gripping her hips, squeezing a little before sliding under the hem of her shirt. She giggles at the coolness of my fingertips and pulls away a bit. That’s when I glance behind her head to the still open computer screen. There’s a recent picture of Gerard and Lindsey open.
“Hey, Jay? What were you looking at?”
“Oh,” she scoots out from under me to lay on her stomach and gaze at the picture. “I just noticed that Gerard twitted that he got home yesterday too. Isn’t that funny?”
“Well, it’s Christmas time. Everybody is returning home now.”
“Yeah, I guess. Did you hear that Mindless Self Indulgence just released a new album called Pink?”
“Jay, that was like in September, and it wasn’t really a new album. Apparently it was like a prequel to all their other work. That’s all I know though. I don’t think Lindsey is actually playing on any of the tracks it was mostly Jimmy.”
“Oh.” She replies quietly, looking down at the sheets. “I thought she released some new stuff; I wanted to hear.”
“Hey, I love you.” I pull her against me again. She just smiles and scoots under me, still lying on her stomach though as she begins to search the internet again. I satisfy myself by lying half on top of her back and kissing all along her shoulders, back and neck.
“They look good, don’t they?” I look up at the picture of Gerard and Lindsey again. Gerard had lost some of the weight he had a couple of months ago and had grown his soft black hair out a bit. It looked really good and I can’t deny that I would like to run my hands through it. He was wearing a simple black button up shirt with a casual cargo green coloured jacket, with his arm around Lindsey and a bright smile on his face. Lindsey’s hair was the same colour as Gerard’s and where their heads were leant against each other their hair met and melded together. I can remember when I hugged Lindsey back in the day and caressed her hair, how fine and silky it felt between my fingers. When she would kiss my cheek her bright red lipstick would stick, she was wearing the same colour in the photo. Her beautiful plump lips spread into a cute excited smile. Both their eyes twinkled with joy. Even though the photo was obviously taken at the airport and Gerard looked tired, their love and joy for each other shown through. They did look good, really good. They looked hot and I couldn’t help myself when I felt my bugle grow and my pants become tighter.
“Yeah, hun. They do look good. Happy.” I answer unenthusiastically.
She ignores my tone and does a google search for Gerard and Lindsey. I half look at the computer, half kiss Jamia. A picture of Gerard, Lindsey and Bandit dressed in Halloween costumes pops up. They look adorable, all of them.
I knew I was attracted to Gerard the moment I met him, all the way back in New Jersey in the late 90s. I never did much about it in the beginning. Later, we kissed on stage, it was intense and hot and I thought I might love him.Gerard and Lindsey met when Gerard was in another relationship. I remember we opened for MSI in New York. Gerard had liked them before and was super psyched to meet them and when Lyn-z and he hit it off he brought her in our bus and introduced us all. Lyn-z and I became fast friends. She was this spunky, confident, passionate girl with a bright smile and a welcoming personality. It was 2004, Gerard was still a drunk and in a relationship, Jamia and I had only started going out and I was attracted to Lyn-z. I was confused about my feelings for Gerard and Jamia, and Lyn-z was simple. So, I kissed her. I loved it. Her lips were velvety soft and her body was perfect and touchable. We didn’t have sex, just made out for a while until we both passed out from the alcohol we had consumed earlier that night.
When Gerard and she started going out almost three years later, we never spoke of it again. We resumed our friendship and I respected their relationship. Bandit is a complete cutie. I see so much Lyn-z in her, although I haven’t seen her in person for almost two years. Two years. I miss Gerard, I wish he would reach out to me. The last time we spoke was when my Grandfather died and then again to wish me happy birthday. He messaged me on Twitter, it was nice. Of course all the idiots on the internet decided something so non-sexual, something so innocent was still ‘Frerard’. God, that hated and loved word.
“Fuck, she’s hot!” Jamia’s cursing draws me from my thoughts. I look up to see her watching a YouTube video of Lyn-z. It was titled ‘Lyn-z is pure energy’. It shows Lyn-z, well, being energetic. She’s jumping around, showing off her thick gorgeous thighs and incredible bass playing.
I gasp, “You think she’s hot?”
Jamia quickly shuts the screen and twists around in my arms. “I thought you had fallen asleep. You didn’t say much for a while there.”
She’s ignoring my question. “Jamia, did I just hear you correctly when you said that you think Lyn-z is hot?”
“No, I didn’t say that. I didn’t say anything.” She’s blushing profusely.
I decide to tease her. “Does my sweet little Mrs. Nestor have some dirty fantasies about Mrs. Way?”
Her breath hitches and she quickly rushes to deny it. “No, they’re not fantasies if they actually hap-.” She claps a hand over her mouth, before attacking my lips with hers, trying to distract me.
“Jamia!” I shriek and pull her and I into a sitting position with her sitting between my legs. “Tell me right now!”
“Oh, god!” She covers her face with her hands, but I promptly remove them. “She wouldn’t want me to tell you this.”
“Who? Tell me what?”
“I may or may not have had some experiences with Lindsey Way.”

Notes

Duh, duh, duh...

Love,
Dead.Pegasus