When Will Anyone Notice?

It’s a week later and we’ve been having shows every night so we get the weekend off for a break. Gerard and I aren’t on that great of conditions since what happened that night. We haven’t talked to each other unless we have to absolutely have to which is really only when we’re in the middle of a concert. Of course I always sneak glances at him during shows and even when we are just in the bus. Sometimes I would look and he would already be glancing at me too, making both of us embarrassed but blush like crazy. The thing that I’ve figured out in the past week though, is that I can concentrate on my work and important things in my life better when Gerard isn’t talking to me. I don’t really like how that sounds, but it seems to be true.
Right now, we are walking into a hotel to stay at for the weekend and it seems pretty nice for the price of the rooms. They only allow two people per room and i’m really hoping Gerard can share a room with Mikey and I can share a room with Ray. But of course, luck is never on my side.
“Who is gonna share with who?” Mikey asks.
“I’ll go with R-” Before I can finish my sentence, Gerard cuts me off.
“Frank and I will share a room.” I shake my head a little and I can feel the smirk on his face. I’ve seen that smirk before, what is he planning?
We go up to the lady at the front desk, Mikey and Ray explaining what room they want first. Once she get’s to us, she gives us a warming smile. “Hello gentlemen, what bedding would you like?”
“Two be-” That motherfucker cut me off again!
“One big bed, please ma'am.” Now I know for sure he’s planning something. I know Gerard and when he holds a grudge against someone, he always makes the other person say sorry first, even if Gerard was the one who did something wrong.
She gives us the keys and tells us our room number, Gerard happily taking them. He quickly grabs my hand and runs to the elevator, dragging me along with him. Once we get in the elevator I snatch my hand away.
“You’re being fucking annoying, Gerard.” I roll my eyes. This is how he usually acts when he’s really happy or excited about something. He’s not drunk or anything though, so I guess crazy Gee is better than depressed and suicidal Gee.
He just shrugs it off and after what felt like forever for the elevator to get to our floor, he once again grabs my hand, quickly unlocking the door and pulling us in. He lets go of my hand and I set my backpack down on the floor. Since i’m in really tight skinny jeans and a pretty uncomfortable shirt, I grab a pair of matching blue and black pajamas and head to the bathroom. I close the door, taking off my clothes and putting my new ones on, then leave the bathroom and lay on the bed. Gerard is sitting on the edge of the bed with a remote in his hand, surfing through the channels. I watch him, hearing his sighs from frustration because nothing good is on the television.
Defeated, he turns the tv off and crawls into bed next to me, making me slightly weird. “Well Frankie, I guess we have to make our own entertainment.”
“Gerard why the fuck are you acting like we didn’t just have a fight? Maybe you can’t tell but it really hurt me. I need you Gee...In more ways than you can think.” I look him in the eyes and I can see emotion that I can’t quite put my finger to. I’ve never seen this look in his eyes before.
“I’m sorry Frankie. So so sorry,” He puts his hand on my chest and inches down to my stomach. “Please, let me make it up to you.” He whispers slowly in my ear, his hand finally resting on my waist, right before my crotch. Is this what he’s been so excited about? Did he plan this whole thing out? This never happened between us before, and even though I know this is wrong seeing as we’re best friends, in some weird way I feel like I need his touch. I want to feel his hot breath on my neck - no, I need to. I need to feel his lips on mine, our hands roaming each other’s bodies. I need to finally feel loved by Gerard. I’ve needed this since the day I laid my fucking eyes on him.
Even though I want this so bad, I still try to protest, which is a complete fail. “N-no Gee. It’s not r-right.”
“Now Darling, do you see any cameras in this room? Any of the other band members? Any fans? Any housekeeping? To answer my question for you, there is not. No one has to find out. It will be our little secret, Frankie.” He slowly climbs on top of me and I can already feel his hard on against my growing one.
The feeling of need becomes even stronger and I just give in. He starts kissing my neck and rubbing his hand on my now, full grown erection. I can’t help but let out an embarrassing loud moan. I feel him smile against my neck, and after a while of him sucking and nibbling on it, he pulls away to take off our shirts. I don’t really know what to do at the moment, seeing as I don’t have sex that often.
I think Gerard can tell how i’m feeling because he says, “All you have to do is lay there and look pretty, my sweet prince.” I blush a little at that while he continues to take off our pants, leaving us in just our boxers. We’ve seen each other naked before, of course, seeing as we've had to live on a little bus for most of the time while on tour. But this time it will be different, we are giving our bodies to each other. What if my body isn’t good enough for him? What if I leave him disappointed? I think all of him is beautiful so he sure isn’t leaving me feeling like that.
While I am panicking, I notice he managed to take off my boxers, leaving me naked right in front of him. He bites his lip and stares at my body seeming to really enjoy how I look. Meanwhile i’m still very unsure if my body is good enough because I have major image issues. That’s why I have so many tattoos. I think they make me look better so I cover myself in them. Your body is a canvas, so why the hell waist it?
Gerard quickly runs over and grabs a bottle a lube from his backpack, then comes back over to me. So he has been planning this. He then proceeds to put some on his fingers and spread my legs apart, “Don’t worry Frankie, it’ll feel good after a minute. You ready?” He asks me.
I nod in return, then feeling a burning pain go through me, making me wince a little.
“Shh baby, it’s okay.” He comforts me, starting to kiss my chest as he begins to push his finger in and out. He was right, it is starting to feel very good. I let out a breathy moan and that’s when he decides to put a second finger in. The same happens with the second and third finger. Once he’s done prepping me, Gerard lubes up his dick and puts it in me, staying still, letting me get used to the new feeling. After I feel better, I push down a little, signaling he can start moving. He thrusts slowly at first, thrusting faster and faster each minute.
“Mm so tight baby.” He moans out, making me moan too. He starts going rougher and at a higher speed and I decide this is too much for my liking.
“Gee…Not so fast. I w-want you to make l-love to me.” We met each other's eyes. I was scared that he’ll think i’m weird for wanting this, or he will find out my real feelings about him. But there was a little voice inside me saying I need to let go and not care right at this moment. Maybe it’s because I’ve had enough of keeping secrets, or maybe it’s simply because i’m very aroused right now. We’ll just have to see when this is all over.
He gives me a beautiful smile, making my chest feel all fuzzy and I feel like i’m practically melting on the inside. He instantly slows down, which not only feels better, but actually does make me feel really loved. This is the first time in a long while that I’ve felt like this, so I enjoy every second of it. I decide to let go, moaning and making embarrassing sounds each time he thrusts into me.
“Frankie….Gonna cum!” He barely gets through his sentence before he cums inside me, which only brings me over the edge too. White ropes fly onto my stomach, Gerard then collapsing on top of me, not seeming to care that he’s getting my cum all over his body. We lay there in comfortable silence while we catch our breath and start to relax from our climax.
I close my eyes, suddenly very tired but then feel Gerard move a little and pick me up. I open my eyes, looking at him confused. “Whatcha doin?”
“We need to shower. I don’t need housekeeping coming in and seeing cum stains on the bed or anything. They might be a fan of Mcr and tweet that shit or something.” Gerard says as he gets up and walks into the bathroom, being careful not to drop me.
“You’re a smart man, Way. But you didn’t have to carry me, I was made with two legs for a reason.” I joke around.
He chuckles, “Well i’m just trying to make it up to you for what I said the other night. I don’t think you're a monster. Sometimes when people get upset, they say things they don’t mean, so it was just one of those cases I guess. You are my best friend Frankie, I love you. You’ve helped me through so much and I know at first that I denied help and everything. But i’m telling you, don’t let yourself get to the point where I was. I know you're depressed and keep a lot of things secret, but you can’t let your bad thoughts control you. Take the pain and fight it.” He kind of rambles on, but every word he says to me is so extremely important.
He’s right, I need to listen to him. He understands things that i’m going through. Not everything though, because I doubt he is in love with someone who will never love him the same way back. I don’t want to end up slowly destroying myself. I feel like I already am and I know so many people have it worse than I do. My heart really does go out to them. All I want is to be just a little bit happier than I am now. I know I can do it. What I’ve realized is when people say things do get better, it must be true. Almost every person that has dealt with rough times always say things get better. These little words Gerard just told me, just impacted me so much, in a good way. I’m already feeling an ounce more confident and happier. Can’t you see why i’m in love with him?
When the shower is finally warm enough, we hop in. Is it strange that I feel so comfortable Gerard even when he’s naked? If it is strange then, oh well I guess. I let Gerard take his turn first. I watch him through my eyelashes as he soaps his body up and rinses off. This man will be the death of me. He doesn’t bother to wash his hair, seeing as there’s not shampoo or conditioner anyways. Once he’s done, I stand up and repeat what Gerard did.
I rinse off and turn the shower off, stepping out. I proceed to dry off then go back into the room, putting the pajamas on that I was wearing before. It’s not like they got dirty, so it’s fine.
Gerard’s already laying down. I turn, looking at him and he pats the spot next to him. I lay down, not sure if it’s okay that I cuddle with him or not but before I know it, Gee scooped me up in his arms and pulled me closer to him. I smile and burry my head into his chest, taking in his scent.
Maybe all of this means something. Maybe he likes me back too! This could be his way of showing it. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself or give my hopes up. If this is truly what it seems to be though, then my whole world is now complete.
I look up at him, wanting to ask a burning question. I keep thinking about it, before it just blurts out my mouth. “Can I have one last kiss?”
He doesn’t even respond as he pulls me up a little and kisses me passionately. Our lips dance with each other, seeming to fit perfectly with one another. We break apart, needing air to fill back in our lungs. I snuggle closer to him and immediately fall asleep with a huge smile on my face.
This seems way too good to be true.

Notes

THIS STORY WILL NOT JUST BE SMUT WITH A LITTLE PLOT! THIS WILL PROBABLY BE ONE OF THE ONLY SMUTTY CHAPTERS IN THIS STORY!! (especially since I suck at writing such a thing) I'm not a huge fan of the stories with mostly sex and really no plot anyways, so i'm obviously not going to make it like that. I wasn't even planning on this but I realized this would be a perfect transition to all the shit that's gonna be going down. ALSO!!! I am truly sorry about my updating times on really any of my stories. Procrastination is truly a bitch.