Life on the Murder Scene

The hotel turned out to be the video director’s spare apartment. There are three bedrooms, a pull out couch, and a fully stocked kitchen. I’d instantly requested the couch, having gotten used to sleeping on one during the last tour, I now find them oddly comfortable. Besides, if I get uncomfortable I can always sleep with Frank, who managed to score his own bedroom. Bob decided to room with Ray leaving my brothers to stay together.

As everyone disperses to put their bags down and get cleaned up for dinner tonight, I peruse the cabinets, discovering a large assortment of food. Eventually, I come across graham crackers and pull them off the shelf. As I pull open the box, soft lips meet the side of my neck. I lean into the kiss, head falling back a little.

“You should pretend to be sick so that we can skip dinner and stay here,” Frank whispers in my ear, stealing a cracker from the package.

I spin around to look at him. Frank usually isn’t one who tries to get out of things. I’m honestly surprised at his request. “That won’t work. They’ll wonder why you need to stay. Now, if you were sick I’d just be completing my managerial duties by staying.”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you,” Frank winks before disappearing down the hall.

“What did Frank want?” Mikey comes around the corner, eyebrow raised.

“He’s not feeling well, just wanted to let me know he probably won’t make it to dinner,” I lie easily. “I’m probably going to have to stay and make sure he’s alright.”

Mikey nods, seeming to buy the excuse, “Want me to bring you back food?”

“That’d be awesome Mikes, maybe get some soup for Frank if they’ve got some.”

“Of course. I’m going to go tell him I hope he feels better.”

“Who feels better?” Ray questions, proceeding Gerard and Bob into the living room.

“Frank is sick.”

“Damn, he’s been having a lot of stomach problems lately,” Gerard mumbles, shaking his head. “You staying with him, Mak?”

I nod my response as Mikey rejoins the group, “I just want to make sure it doesn’t get worse.”

“You’re a saint Makayla,” Gerard says, leaning forward to kiss my forehead before heading out the front door.

“You should win a Grammy,” Frank comes up behind me, spinning us around in circles once everyone has left.

I giggle, turning to kiss the guitarist once I’m on the ground again. Together we move over to the couch, flipping on the television. Frank lies down, pulling me close to his chest, his face buried in my neck. For a long while we just lie there, watching television and tracing patterns on each other’s exposed skin. If I could do this for the rest of my life I’d be content. Frank makes me feel calm and safe and wanted. Our bodies fit together perfectly just like our spirits.

“We can tell them tonight,” I announce, breaking the comfortable silence.

“You’re worried about Gerard. I want you to be totally worry free before we do anything like that,” Frank answers, pushing himself up into a seated position.

“I just don’t want you to think I want to keep us a secret,” I mumble back.

Frank’s fingers curl under my chin, tilting it up a little, “I don’t think that.”

Our lips meet, working gently together. Shifting around, I place myself on Frank’s lap, straddling him. The guitarist lets out a low moan when my crotch accidently bumps his. Wanting more from the kiss, I nibble at Frank’s lip ring, my tongue running along his bottom lip. My boyfriend slides his tongue out to meet mine. They dance for a minute, exploring the other’s mouth. My fingers find the hem of Frank’s shirt and I slide my hand under the cotton, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin. For a second the guitarist pulls away, tugging the t-shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. We switch positions, Frank hovering over me, his knee between my legs. I buck my hips, feeling a shiver run through my body at the friction it creates. I let out a moan as Frank runs his hand up my side, fingers grazing over my still clothed breast. Squirming around, I try and get my own shirt off.

“What’s wrong?” Frank questions, breaking out kiss.

“I have more clothes on than you,” I pout.

My boyfriend smirks, removing my top and bra, laying gentle kisses over my torso “Better?”

I nod, pulling him back towards me, our lips moving together hungrily. My fingers are tangled in Frank’s hair, legs wrapped around his waist, holding him closer to me. Our crotches grind against each other, eliciting moans from us both.

“Frank, what the fuck dude! That’s my sister!” Mikey’s voice cuts through the intimate moment.

Frank pulls away quickly, causing the both of us to roll off the couch. The guitarist does his best to hide my nakedness from the other guys who have now returned from dinner. Mikey’s eyes are on fire, smoke coming from his nostrils. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my brother this angry.

“I though you were sick! I felt bad for you, and now I come back to see you half naked groping my little sister!” Mikey is still exploding.

“Fuck man,” Frank says, reaching for his discarded shirt and handing it to me. “I can’t help it if she likes me and I like her.”

“Keep your hands off my sister!” Mikey fumes.

Glancing over at Gerard, I notice that he’s a lot calmer, simply looking over at Frank and I. Although I’m glad everyone knows about us, I definitely did not want them to find out like this. Getting to my feet, I take a few steps towards my brothers. “You listen here Michael! I’ve liked Frank for a while. I’ll be dammed if I give up a chance to be happy because you have a stick up your ass!”

Mikey shoots Gerard a look, hoping for support. The singer only shrugs, “They’re both adults, not much we can do. Besides, there are worse people Mak could be fucking.”

“I’m not just fucking her!” Frank exclaims and edge to his tone. “Hell, we’ve not even has sex yet.” My boyfriend is now standing behind me, hands resting on my shoulders. “I love your sister. She’s incredible and smart and funny and I could go on and on. I’m not going to hurt her or whatever you’re worried about.”

“Love?” Mikey questions, seemingly taken aback by this statement, “I don’t want her to get the attention that comes with dating someone famous.”

“Says the guy who wanted to use me dating Frank as an excuse for me being involved with the band! Besides, the second the Helena video airs I’m going to be shoved into the lime light!” I argue, starting to get frustrated.

“I’m done with this conversation!” Mikey shoots back, not having a good enough comeback.

“You should be happy for me!” I holler after him.

“Just let him go Makayla. I’ll try and talk to him, okay?” Gerard says, blocking my way to my brother.

“He’s being unreasonable,” Frank pipes up again, his arms now wrapped protectively around me.

Gerard sighs, “I’m not exactly happy about this either. Do you have any idea what this could do to the band? What if you two get into a fight?”

“We’ll handle it ourselves. We’ve been dating since the end of last tour. The band has been fine,” I answer back.

Gerard lets out a long sigh, running his hands through his hair, “Let’s just cool down and talk about this tomorrow. I want you to be happy Makayla, I really do. If Frank makes you happy I’m going to try and support you.”

I lean forward and hug my oldest brother; “I swear to you, this will not have a negative affect on the band.”

Notes

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