so pretty

3 months ago:
"my chem, you're all going on tour for three cheers!" said our manager, Gerard gasped and there was cheering echoing throughout the room.
"wait, you haven't heard the best part!" he began again, the room went quiet. "it's an international tour! We're going to Europe, boys!"
No way! another tour, and its international. I wanna go to England, France, Spain! where ever the Colosseum is. Wait, that's Italy... Rome! I congratulated mikey first, then ray, and lastly gerard. there was still talking, but i looked into his eyes at it felt quiet. like it was just us. A smile beaming across my face, i touched my hand on his shoulder.
"face it, we made it." i grinned,
"i can't believe it, Frankie. We can spend out whole lives together."
i chuckled, "we're just on tour, but if that's what you plan is, I'm not complaining."
Everything about him was pretty. His pointy nose, hazel eyes, perfect eyebrows, his height, his body even his personality.
i felt something that day, i don't know what it was but it was definitely gerard way's fault.
that pretty mother fucker.
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Bristol- UK
adrenaline surged through me as i shredded my guitar with passion. my bottom lip was bleeding from biting my lip ring and bottom too hard, but i wanted more. i was sweating, the crowd was screaming but the noise was all white now. all i could hear was the music. then the edgy chorus started again,
"Now, but i can't! and i don't know, how we're just two men as god made us," gerard sung with fury.
He walked over to me, while throwing his left arm out and then running it through his beautiful hair. i was fully focused on sounding the best i could, when i felt my hair being grabbed and it only took me a second to realize gerard was kissing me. he was kissing me, oh my god.
dropping my guitar, it sunk down in its strap. i grabbed his face and kissed back as hard as possible. there was a taste of metal, my blood i'm guessing. His lips were slimy, that was cause he was singing i guess. The moment felt like a lifetime while it lasted, but as i was pushed away i realized i needed to catch up with the music as soon as possible. so that's what i did.
did gerard way actually just kiss me? i guess so, cause the crowd was going completely wild.
He stood, panting and grinning like a madman after we exited the stage. Mikey stayed the same, and ray looked kinda smug.
"what are you lookin' at, fro?" i asked, wiping blood off my lip and looking down at my now red hands. I couldn't help but notice how imperfectly perfect gerard looked, sweating, smudged eyeliner and that neck. if only i could make my mark there... it would fit him so well. "did you hear what i just said, lover boy?" i shook my head and raise my eyebrows, "huh?" ray and mikey exchanged a look and laughed. Gerard looked down, flustered. "shut up you guys" gerard laughed a bit, rubbing the back of his neck with his hands, "no, really though." he said a bit more serious.
"what did they say, Gee?" i asked him. I decided to do something i'd never though i would do, especially in front of people. I pulled him in until our body's were brushing against each other and kissed him. the sensation of his lips on mine traveled throughout my body, sending shivers up my spine. He was like my missing puzzle piece.
I heard a quiet and breathy moan, and oh my god.
"I've.." Gee began in a scarce tone. Its only when i felt something pressing against me that i realized what i did to Gerard, "I've... um, gotta go" he ran away and i sat down. Mikey and ray practically exploding, "oh my god." Mikey said with an exasperated grin.
i rolled my eyes, ray was pissing himself laughing. "you should so go talk to him" he finally managed to say through fits of amusement. i rolled my eyes again and decided to go find him. I pass bob on my way,
"i'm guessing that's your fault then?" he asks in a monotone voice, "i guess, yeah" i shrug. We walk past each other and i find the bathrooms.
I swing open the large door to the men's bathroom and see the only door that was closed,passing my reflection, i run my hands through my hair. I knock on the stall door, hoping he was okay. "gee? it's frank" there's shuffling,
"you can't see me right now. or... i shouldn't see you now, at least." he coughs, there's more shuffling in the stall and i respond.
"let me in, are you okay?"
"I'm fine" his voice cracks. before i can respond, the stall door swings open faster than i can blink and i get dragged in by my shirt.
My heart is in my throat but i want him more than ever. i'd cooled down but Gerard was still sweating. he curled his lip and locked the door, attacking me with a kiss. every time it just feels better and better.
"i want you, now." he whispered in my ear. he lifted up the tip of shirt and touched my skin. i pinned him up against the wall, "what exactly do you want, gee?" i asked, licking my bottom lip, i was still holding his hands over his head although i was tiny compared to him.
I can't believe this, whats about to happen? I mean, I've liked him for as long as I've remembered. but he kissed me first. Gerard groaned and i held his wrists tighter so he had no control, he seemed to love it. a moan slipped out of his mouth and he went red, i smile but just as he goes to speak, the bathroom door opens, and i sigh, annoyed. "alright you horny fucks, i was the sacrifice that had to go in here to tell you that we need to get back on the bus." Said a man that sounded like bob, damn it. I let go of Gerard's wrists and get off my tip toes, clearing my throat. "fuck you, we're coming"
"no that's gay, and ew." i rolled my eyes and mentally pictured shoving bob off a cliff.
"whatever, on my way."
"still ew"
"ha fucking ha" i said, a bit more aggravated this time. Gerard held in a laugh and we heard the door shut.
"i didn't know you felt like that about me" i say,
he looked down and i straighten my shirt with my hands. he patted down his jeans.
"do you?" he fired back,
"have feelings for you? yeah" he looked shocked and i opened the cubicle door swiftly. his eyes squinted a bit. Wow.
we walked onto the bus, seeing to it that my guitars were packed and then got greeted by,"i don't know what they were up to, but it definitely wasn't pg-13."
"shut up bob, at least i get action." Gerard huffed,
"seriously man, we didn't do anything so shut your ginger haired ass up" i snorted, Mikey and ray laughed.
Bob turned away like he didn't hear my 'suggestion'. Well, at least he got the hint. Gerard was asleep on my shoulder, we were on the way to London, which wasn't that far considering we were in Birmingham right now. or at least that's what Mikey said. I don't know shit about England.
The tour bus was home-like to me now. It had everything we needed, a microwave, couches, bunks and a TV. The idea of five grown ass, punk guys sharing such a small space made me concerned in the begging and now i know why.
Ray was neat, organized, almost obsessive. I don't know if i was the only one who noticed, but his guitars were always clean, his bed was always made,his clothes were always folded and his notebooks were in a neat pile. Sometimes i wish i could be like that, but then i realize that i'm too punk rock for that bullshit.
Mikey's bunk is your average guys bunk, his bed sheets were pulled half off the mattress, and his pillow would fall off his bed while he would be sleeping. Fall off into my bunk, that is. His clothes were scrunched up in a suitcase. All of the gifts fans would give us would be in an extra suitcase. we each had one.
Bob slept on the couch cause he said that we all snored, which is a lie, cause only Gerard and him snore. The difference is, is that Gerard's snores are adorable, and he always shuffles in his sleep. He looks so innocent, and Bob sounds like his adenoids have been swollen for 12 whole years. Not rad.
The way Gerard kept his stuff always intrigued me. His bunk was directly under mine, and next to Mikey's. Gerard would steal my clothes all the time cause he would 'lose' his, even though i saw they were shoved under his bed. Which i found super adorable, but chose not to say anything.
Lining the outside of his bed was comic book and sketchbook mania, it looks super rad. I wish i could draw, he never lets me look in his sketchbook even though I've begged him time and time again. Gee would always be the one to throw his towel over the mirror so he couldn't see himself, which i mean, he's missing out on a great view in my opinion.
The only time i would get to see him happy with his reflection was while he was putting on his makeup, which don't get me wrong, he still looked hot in, but i loved how he looked, whatever he did. Whatever he wore he could pull it off, and i don't know how.
I touched my lip, still sitting up in the living area of the bus. I couldn't believe that Gerard liked me like that... No, he must've been desperate.
And i cant be gay, so what if guys are hot? It was just me and Mikey in the room. Everyone else was off doing something, gee left when i reached for a root beer and woke him up accidentally. Mikey stared at me and then smiled a bit. The way that his lip curled reminded me of Gerard. "sit, Frankie." he opened up more space by shuffling over on the couch for me.
I sunk into the black leather sofa and waited for him to speak again.
"Do you wanna talk about what happened now or play some video games, then talk about it?" he asked me,
"none?" i asked hopefully,
"Ha. but really." he furrowed his eyebrows a bit more,
"fine, play then talk" i agreed with him. He shifted his hands on his controller and grinned a bit. Mikey is great.
Gerard's POV
the fine lines in my drawings had smudged due to the ebony pencil i was using. I closed my sketchbook which now had too many drawings of frank to count. As soon as i slammed it shut, ray turned over to me and stopped playing. I raised an eyebrow.
"Whats up, man?" I asked him,
"whats up, is you want frank." he smiled, this is not why i stopped drawing,
"what about us? there is nothing between me and him if that's what you're asking, Ray." Ray laughed a bit,
"you can cut the sexual tension with a knife when you two are in the same room, so don't lie to me."
i chucked,
"real funny."
"remember the laughter, gee. cause you wont be laughing when you two are fucking and i walk in. You'll probably throw a shoe at me." I laughed at that,
i heard shuffling outside the door but continued talking to ray, nobody's there anyway.
"Frank does not like me, he's just desperate." i said, pointing my finger at him.
"yeah, right" he scoffed,
"Listen, you can't tell anyone but yeah i like frank... i dunno, you think Bert would care?" i ask timidly,
ray frowns at me,
"Listen Gerard, Bert is out of your life now."
"Okay, but Franks straight" i sigh,
"about as straight as my hair, yeah" I giggled at Rays analogy.
ray rolled his eyes and went back to his Gibson.
Maybe Frank isn't straight, i mean he seemed pretty into me after the show... no. Trudging over to the door on my way to get coffee i look up and it swings open to reveal a short Italian man a know all too well.
"f-frank?" i say loudly, trying to catch rays attention so he could help me. frank looked up at me, and hushed me. "keep it down, i'm not straight so stop worrying, if Bert goes near you, i'll kick his ass." he sneered.
Frank bit his lip and i opened my mouth to say something but i was cut off by a kiss, it lasted for about 6 seconds before he pulled away the slightest to look into my eyes, touching my jawline and then stepped back. He gave me a breathy giggle and rubbed the back of his neck. I felt my cheeks burning, "Frank, you can't just do that." I whined.
I wanted him more than ever and i was pissed that he made me feel like that, "what did i do wrong?" he asked sympathetically, i emitted some noise related to a groan before walking into the bedroom, ray took the hint and put his Guitar up. Frank followed me in and i slammed my face onto my pillow.
"oh god Frankie, why" i moan into the bed. Frank laughed a bit, "so that's how you feel huh?" I could picture him sitting there, biting his lip and he spoke.
I bit my lip at the thought of him doing so, and turned around to face the top bed. I felt weird in a good way. "maybe, maybe not." i responded. "Want me to make you feel better?" he purred, the way he talked to me now was enticing. Seductive, dare i say it.
I stared at him in his black shirt and too-tight-for-comfort jeans, hell, i couldn't go through with this...
My thoughts were interrupted by Mikey, who shouted through the door, "Turns out, we arrived at London early, so we get a hotel for tonight. We have three rooms cause we couldn't afford any more." is what i heard.
Frank grinned maniacally, "when are we gonna get to this hotel?" he asked, "about 10 minutes." mikes called.
"I'm sharing with gee"
"you do you"
"not exactly the plan"
"ew"

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