RainBowBangs

When Every Star Falls

Rating: 15

Main Characters: Frank/Gerard, Mikey, Ray, Bob, blue-haired-dude

Summary: Make a wish. Make another one. Then watch them come true.
Set in the usual Near Reality-AU, where everything is normal except their girlfriends doesn’t exist. =P And this is one looooong oneshot; about 7’700 words (so I’m sorry I’m literally posting ten posts in a row, but the oneshot is too long to fit in one post). Go pee first, and then grab a snack, people.

Genres: Romance, Friendship, Humor

Disclaimer: I don’t own MCR or anyone or anything else. Call this fan fiction, because as far as I know, this never happened. I’m considering Frank and Gerard innocent until proven guilty.

Dedication: This is to Kate because I know that this story makes her ‘happy’.

Author's Note: Thank you so much Kate and Lily for voting for this story and making it January's Fan Fiction of the Month, I love you both! ♥

__________________

Light thinks it travels faster than anything,
but it’s wrong. No matter how fast Light travels,
it always finds that Darkness has gotten there first,
and is waiting for it.

RainBowBangs

“And counting down the days to go”, sings Gerard into his microphone.

My Chemical Romance is wrapping up their show with the song ‘Cancer’, and they’re all tired and sweaty and they’ve been playing kind of sloppily but it’s fine, because the kids in the crowd are equally as sweaty and tired but they’re still psyched as hell and jumping and screaming and having fun, and this is why Frank loves Projekt Revolution. Because everybody is having lots of fun and the kids are great and everybody on tour are the best of friends, and it’ll probably never get any better than this, and Frank sits on the floor on the back of the stage leaning on an amp just listening to Gerard because fuck, he’s not going to waste this. It’s too precious.

But there are other reasons that Frank totally loves this tour. Reasons that Frank doesn’t really want to admit to anyone but himself. Reasons like “Frank is in love with Gerard” and “Gerard smiled at Frank today which totally made his day” and “Frank loves how close to each other they’ve become during this summer” and “Frank likes that Gerard likes to touch Frank on stage”. Frank of course would never say this out loud to anyone, but sometimes he gets the feeling that Gerard knows anyway. And it kind of worries him but then again it kind of doesn’t, because if Gerard knows and hasn’t said anything about it, then he obviously doesn’t care which ultimately means that Frank won’t get kicked out of the band. And that’s a big relief.

But it kind of hurts to love someone who doesn’t love you back, and Frank is kind of miserable on some days. And he hates that he’s so weak and that only so much as a smile from Gerard will cheer him up again, but there’s only so much he can do about that, is there.

“Sing this with me!”, their singer shouts, and points the microphone towards the audience. “I can’t hear you”, he then says kind of accusingly, and Frank rolls his eyes silently, because of course Gerard can’t hear them. His in-ear-monitor is set so that he only hears the band and himself.

Frank continues to watch, even though everybody else has gone back into the dressing room. Because he loves this song, he always has. He closes his eyes momentarily and just lets Gerard’s voice absorb him. And then when he looks up again, Gerard is there, right over him. “I’d ask you to be true”, he sings and looks into Frank’s eyes. Frank sits up straighter and as the lights go down in order to explode into the last line, he looks at the black sky, and just as Gerard is wailing out the word “you” longingly and with a hint of despair, a star falls from heaven.

Frank almost forgets where he is and what they’re doing, and stares at the sky for longer than he intended. And as the lights are turned on again and confetti is being shot out over the crowd Gerard sings the very last note and Dewees plays the very last chord, and Frank sits still and wishes upon that star. He wishes that Gerard would kiss him someday.


After the show, they’re doing a signing outside the venue. They’re gently but firmly placed by one of those crew girls with notebooks and headsets, in these sort of fragile looking plastic chairs behind a table equally as fragile looking. Frank doesn’t want to lean his elbows on it, in fear it might collapse.

The fans have somehow already got out of the venue (it’s only fifteen minutes after the show, seriously) and are lining up in front of the barrier where the security guys stands with their arms crossed, looking tough and fierce and evil. Frank doesn’t quite like that attitude because not only does it scare the kids, but it also kind of scares him a bit, even if he knows that it’s him they’re protecting. He wishes that they’d be nicer to their fans, and not look like “If you try and pass us, we’ll eat you alive”. Worm never looks like that. Frank wants more Worm’s.

When the super-macho security guys let the fans come forward and they start to sign, the kids are really energetic and happy and they’re all saying how great the show was and talking about how much they love the band and Frank can’t stop smiling, because he loves meeting people this way. He tries to remember every face, every name, and in the beginning when someone comes to him he says “Wait” before the person have said their name, and he tries to figure out what name would best suit the person. It’s fun and amusing because he’s wrong every time, but he ends up writing “To Brianna, xo Frank” when the girl’s actual name was Annie, and the fans seem to like it because he takes his time, it makes them feel special and seen. Frank loves seeing their smiles.

And as the hours pass by, their table has become stuffed with teddy bears and drawings, and Frank’s right hand is buzzing with numbness from all the repetitive writing he’s done. He still loves it, but he’s getting tired and so is everyone else. The crowd of people is noticeably smaller, and Frank embraces that fact warmly. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy talking to these people and it’s not that he can’t go through a couple of hours writing his name two thousand times, it’s the fact that Gerard has started talking with his hands a little less, and that Mikey is constantly rubbing at his eyes tiredly. Their energy has started dying, and Frank can’t wait to get back to the bus, get some sleep and regain that spark.

“Uhm, hi”, a blue haired dude in a Muse shirt says with a timid wave of his hand. Frank snaps out of his momentary haziness, and quickly smiles at him as he takes off the cap from his Sharpie. Blue-haired-dude is holding out a piece of paper for Frank to take, and he accepts it with a smile and asks the dude what his name is. “Uh, no, don’t sign it”, the guy says and scratches the back of his head nonchalantly, fluffing up his hair. “It’s for you. Thought you might enjoy it.” Frank raises his eyebrows and takes a look at what he’s holding in his hand, and now that he actually looks at it he sees that it’s not a blank piece of paper; there’re actually printed letters on it. And when he reads what it says, his breath hitches in his throat. “Huh-what-er-dude-WHAAA???”, he exclaims in a much higher octave than usual, and Bob peeks over his shoulder to see what he’s squeaking about. “Whoa Iero, I didn’t know this about you!”, he laughs and does one of those things where you hit your friend really hard a couple of times over his back, but laughs at the same time which makes it an act of love between friends. Frank decides that he hates that, because Bob’s a big guy and when he hits you, it fucking
hurts.

The blue haired dude gives a soft wave towards them and turns to leave with a sly smile on his face, without even getting anything signed. “Have fun”, he shouts over his shoulder as he leaves, and Frank kind of wants to strangle him because this puts him in a very awkward position. The guys are all leaning over the table and fighting to see what the fuss is about, and after an all of 0.028 seconds, they’re all laughing uncontrollably. Frank cringes and bangs his head on the table. Because the small piece of paper is not only a small piece of paper, but actually a very vicious, evil small piece of paper and Frank wants it to burn in hell.

It’s a free ticket to a one-day Gay Sex/Kamasutra class, for “you and your boyfriend!”.

“Oh, I want to go!”, Mikey says with a funny voice and puts one of his hands on his chest, over his heart. “Frankie, will you take me?” He flutters his eyelashes sweetly and Frank can’t not laugh. Neither can Mikey or the rest of the boys. And Frank pats Mikey’s head apologetically and says no, because seriously, if Frank were to go to this thing, then he actually would want to go with one of the Way brothers, he can’t deny that, but that brother is not Mikey.

Frank has a feeling that this is going to be the gossip of the week, as Gerard grabs the ticket and reads it aloud to the band and to the security guys and really to anyone around who might hear it. And everybody starts to laugh, inevitably, and Frank really wants to die because shit like this isn’t supposed to be happening. But he swallows the lump in his throat and throws a smile to the next girl in line, and leans over the table to sign her t-shirt. Bob is still snickering beside him, and when someone whispers “kamasutra” through stifled giggles, they break down in laughter again and the table makes a worrying cracking sound as five heads fall down on it.

As they wrap up the signing and hug the last few fans an hour later, they still have not stopped joking around about this, and when they get back to the bus Bob takes a magnet and puts the ticket on the fridge in the kitchenette, so that everyone can see it and no one can forget it.

__________________

Light thinks it travels faster than anything,
but it’s wrong. No matter how fast Light travels,
it always finds that Darkness has gotten there first,
and is waiting for it.

RainBowBangs

A couple of days later, Frank is tiredly walking to the tour bus a late evening. He has been stuck in a room with a cell phone for hours, talking to a slow, kind of stupid reporter who made him repeat every little thing he said at least three times. He’s jealous of the rest of the guys, who got to go back to the bus immediately after the show, and are probably just sleeping now. Frank wants to be sleeping too.

He opens the door to the dark bus, and steps inside. He doesn’t bother turning on the lights, because he has been living in this thing for years and he knows his way around. He goes to the kitchenette and opens the fridge to grab a can of Coke, and then the next thing he knows is that suddenly there’s light and four voices are shouting “SURPRISE!” and Frank drops the can on the ground and jumps two feet in the air.

“FUCK!”, he exclaims and kicks Bob in the leg, who grimaces and grabs his leg while jumping around on one foot, grunting like a cave man. His band mates are all standing in the lounge with funny hats on and huge smiles on their faces, and on the table behind them sits two dozen beer bottles and a large, pink cake. “Happy birthday, Frankie!”, they all say simultaneously (except for Bob) and Frank crosses his arms over his chest. “Guys, my birthday is in October”, he says with a very unimpressed expression, and Gerard envelopes him in a hug. “We just wanted to celebrate something”, he explains with a smile on his face. “And we felt bad for you having to do this interview and stuff, and we just wanted to cheer you up.” Frank is still suspicious, and scans Gerard’s face for any sign that he’s lying. But Gerard just looks as serene and innocent as always, and that’s what makes Frank so doubtful. “You’re not telling the truth”, he says and narrows his eyes. Gerard gets a hurt “I’ve never been this honest before”-expression in his face, and flutters his eyelashes. Frank tries not to stare. “No, he’s not”, Ray says and tosses him a beer. “It’s just an excuse to get drunk.” Gerard shakes his head and says “Not me!” in a hurt tone, and Frank slaps him playfully over the cheek.

But really, Frank can settle with getting drunk tonight.


An hour later, they’re all drunk off their feet (except for Gerard, the little angel). And they’ve successfully broken three glasses, lost Mikey’s phone and spilt two and a half beers on the floor. Frank feels like a rock star.

“Aw, damn, we forgot the cake!”, Gerard sighs, who also have been joining in on their activities and drunken conversations and is actually acting wasted despite the fact that he obviously hasn’t had a single drop of alcohol. He gets up and grabs the cake from the table, and flicks on his lighter to light the thirteen little candles. He sets the cake down in front of Frank, who eyes it curiously, silently counting the candles. “I’m not turning thirteen, dickhead”, he mutters when he’s done, and Gerard flicks him hard over the head. (“Ouch!”, Frank shrieks.) “You’re not turning anything at all, your birthday is in October, remember?” And Frank rolls his eyes and leans forward, blowing out all the candles. The guys all applause and Mikey tells him to make a wish, as Gerard hugs him again.

And Frank blames his drunken state and the fact that he just can’t concentrate when Gerard is holding him like this, when he silently wishes that Gerard would take him to the kamasutra class thing.


After yet another hour of emptying beer bottles and playing loud music, they find themselves playing Truth or Dare on the floor. Frank can’t remember how this happened (what, since when are they twelve years old!?), and he doesn’t quite understand why they’re not at least sitting in the couch instead which would have been a thousand times more comfortable, but he’s really drunk so it all makes sense to him anyway.

Mikey has just got dared by Gerard to call a random number and talk dirty like he’s from an adult chat line. Needless to say, Mikey refuses to do it. First, he blames the fact that he’s lost his phone, but then Bob snickers and takes it out of the pocket of his hoodie. And then, he blames the fact that someone’s going to recognize him and then the story will be all over the internet the next day. No one really cares about this, mostly since it’s only going to affect Mikey, not them. And then Mikey growls and snatches the phone out of Bob’s hand, frantically pressing down on the buttons with raging speed. “FINE!”, he exclaims and glares at Gerard. He presses the speaker button so that everybody can hear what the person on the other side of the line says. Frank lets out a small giggle as they wait for somebody to pick up. A few beeps go by, and then a metallic, female voice says, “The number you have dialed, does not exist. Please try again.”. The room goes quiet. “WHAT?!”, Gerard suddenly shrieks, and then grabs the phone to see what number Mikey had dialed. “3-0-+-6-1-6-0-0-9-+-5-4-8-+-2?!”, Gerard reads aloud and throws the phone at Mikey. “That’s not even a real fucking number!” All the guys laugh at this and Mikey just cringes. “It counts, it counts, at least I tried!”

Gerard acts like the diva he is and refuses to even look at Mikey, and he lets out an “Hmmpf” and goes to sit next to Frank, and so the game continues. Bob picks truth, and Frank asks him about his worst sexual encounter ever. “It was your mum”, Bob says indifferently and flips off a very hurt and insulted Frank. “Fuck you”, he mutters and takes another swig of his beer.


After two more bottles of beer, Frank has stopped keeping track of whose turn it is, and who has got humiliated with the worst tasks. He is only kind of half-awake, when suddenly there is a Gerard in his face. He widens his eyes and leans back a couple of inches, because he’s fucking close. Gerard smiles.

“I just got dared to kiss you”, he explains with a grin and leans forwards again, and then their lips are touching. And Frank can’t feel anything else but Gerard’s lips on his, and as Gerard’s hand slides up the side of his neck and keeps him in a steady position as he’s kissing the life out of him, only then does Frank fully realize that he’s actually kissing Gerard. And Frank kisses back eagerly and puts one of his hands on the back of Gerard’s head, threading his fingers in the messy, raven strands as he presses Gerard closer, harder, deeper.

And then Gerard giggles and pulls away, making sure that Frank looks at him when he wipes around his mouth with the back of his hand and bites at his bottom lip with a smile, like he’s a blushing, shy little school girl. And Frank just sits there and takes in the wolf whistles and the catcalls with his mouth still open and his eyes still wide.


An hour later, Frank is on the verge of falling asleep and his eyes want to be closed but he can’t let them, because they’re still up, and they’re still playing. They’re out of beers and Frank has kind of sobered up a little bit, and nothing interesting has happened since the kiss (but Frank might have dreamt that one, he’s not sure).

“Dare”, says Gerard with a yawn, slightly leaning against Frank’s side. Frank doesn’t let himself feel it.

Mikey smirks and looks around, thinking about the best way to humiliate his brother. Everybody watches him, and when Mikey’s eyes dart to the refrigerator, Frank’s eyes widen and so does everyone else’s, because Mikey’s smirk grows wider and he turns to Gerard and snickers to himself. “I dare you,” he begins. “, to take Frankie to the kamasutra class.” Mikey leans back with a satisfied expression as Gerard’s eyes widen and the boys crack up in manic laughter. Frank looks down and blushes as Gerard starts defending himself and shrieking about how they can’t go because people’ll recognize them and it’ll be all over the internet, but the guys’ll have none of it. Bob just smirks and says that they might have use of it someday, and that makes everybody laugh even louder than before and Frank just wants to sink through the floor and disappear because there is no way he’s getting out of this one alive.

So he keeps his mouth shut, because he’s certain that if he joins in on this debate, he’ll end up saying something stupid about how it won’t suck that much, or that he’s actually wanted to go to this thing with Gerard since they got the damn ticket.

After a few minutes of shouting and laughing and arguing, Gerard caves and says fine, they’ll go, “But don’t you think that you’re getting anything out of it when we come home and are total gay sex masters, Bob!” And then he gets up on his feet and storms into the bunk room, slamming the door behind him like the diva he truly is.

And as the guys roll around on the ground laughing like maniacs, Frank looks down on the floor again and tries to control his blush and his smile, because two of his recent wishes came true, all in one night.

__________________

Light thinks it travels faster than anything,
but it’s wrong. No matter how fast Light travels,
it always finds that Darkness has gotten there first,
and is waiting for it.

RainBowBangs

“Do you think we’re gonna have to take our clothes off?”, Gerard asks in a worried tone as they reach the large fitness center together. Frank lets out a startled laugh and looks at him, and he sees that Gerard is actually worried about it. The little fucker is worried about having to let down his guard and get out of the pants he’s been wearing for days, not about the whole ‘pretending-to-be-boyfriends’-thing, or the fake names they’re planning to call themselves, without anyone recognizing them as world famous rock stars. “I sure hope not”, Frank lies, because suddenly he wants nothing else but a naked Gerard. And as he thinks further of it he realizes, as Gerard grasps his hand tightly in his own, that his biggest concern for today will be to not get a boner. And he has a feeling that that is going to be a hard task to complete. And not hard in the way he would prefer it to be.

A few minutes later, they enter the room the class is to be held in (after walking through this door with a huge, pink sign that said “Gay Sex/Kamasutra 101”. They el-oh-el’ed at this). The room is filled with men in different ages, most enjoying their twenty-somethings, but some of them older. They’re all hugging someone, kissing someone, holding hands with someone, and everybody are being equally loud, careless and just simply acting very camp.

Frank thinks about how much he would want just that. He wants (and hopes for and wishes for) a normal relationship with Gerard; not being famous, not being recognized, just being in love. They would live in a nice house, maybe have one or two dogs, and every morning before Gerard went to work he would kiss Frank good bye and tell him that he loved him. Frank really wants that.

He sighs inwardly at the fact that he’ll never get what he wants, as Gerard tugs him along to go talk to the instructor. He is a big guy, tanned and muscular with a very tight t-shirt on, and Frank thinks he looks like a plastic Barbie doll. Gerard introduces himself as “I’m Justin” and Frank as “and this is my boyfriend Gary”, to which Frank cringes. But momma raised a good boy, so he shakes the instructor’s hand (and whoa, he’s got a strong grip) and says “Hi” politely, and then he drags Gerard away from there by the hand with a furious shine in his eyes.

“Gary?!”, he shrieks loudly when they’re outside the room, where no one can hear them. “Fucking Gary?!” Gerard cringes and lets go of Frank’s hand. “What, did you wanna be Justin? I was gonna call you Michael but then I thought no ‘cause of Mikey, but…”, Gerard rambles. Frank just shakes his head and bitch slaps Gerard over the cheek, effectively making Gerard shut up. “Gary is the WORST FUCKING NAME EVER IN WORLD HISTORY!”, he shouts as Gerard rubs his aching cheek. “You got to be Justin, you filthy bastard! Justin is an AWESOME NAME! Gary SUCKS!!!” He punches Gerard kind of playfully but kind of seriously in the chest, and Gerard just bursts out laughing. He wraps his arms around the grumpy guitarist and tries to say that he’s sorry, but he can’t stop laughing so Frank doesn’t really buy it.

“You’re not getting any tonight, mister”, he mutters jokingly into Gerard’s chest, because he can’t stay mad at him for very long, and so he cracks up laughing too, in spite of himself. “We’ll see about that, Gary”, Gerard smirks and leads the grinning Frank back into the room.


The instructor tells everybody to kiss their partners first, to “loosen the mood”. Frank wonders how much more the mood can be loosened, seeing as how half of the guys have already got out of their pants and stuck their tongues deep down their boyfriends’ throats. But Frank doesn’t have time to think further about this fact, because then Gerard is grinning and leaning forwards, and Frank just really can’t not respond. So he crashes his lips against the singer’s, and then they’re kissing. Frank enjoys it, he enjoys it very much actually, and judging from the way Gerard is fisting at his hair and licking deep into his mouth, he must be liking this too. At least a little bit. And as they pull away, Frank feels something radiating off of Gerard, something sweet and new and it feels sort of like love, but Frank is most likely getting his hopes up. He blushes, and Gerard just laughs and kisses his cheek.

And later when Frank is on his knees in front of Gerard, practicing giving head into thin air, he’s mentally struggling with the fact that this is the first and (most likely) last time ever he gets to be this close to Gerard’s manhood, and it’s not even for real. He’s also struggling to not get hard when being a mere inch from Gerard’s (unfortunately) jeans-clad crotch. There’s a restricted bulge which might just be a hard-on, but Frank isn’t sure and he definitely doesn’t want to muse on that fact. He licks his lips subconsciously and looks up into Gerard’s eyes instead. It feels an awful lot like that scene in Love Actually, where the porn movie stand-ins are casually talking about the weather while she’s bobbing her head back and forth a few inches from his dick. He voices this thought to Gerard, who just smiles and threads his fingers in Frank’s brown hair, like the instructor told him to do, and bucks his hips an inch forward so that Frank gets a mouth-full of black-clad crotch in his face. “We’ll watch it when we get home”, Gerard laughs.


“Seriously, I’mma rip my pants!”, Gerard shrieks loudly as Frank tries to lift his leg up on his shoulder again, for the thirty millionth time. Gerard is lying on his back on a thin mattress on the floor, and Frank is kneeling in front of him, between his legs. The goal is to get Gerard’s right leg onto Frank’s shoulder, so that Frank can… well, let’s not go there, shall we?

The problem is that Gerard’s skin tight, black jeans aren’t the stretchy kind, because “those fuckers are so much easier to put on, that’s totally cheating!”, and so every time Frank tugs his leg up an inch too high, Gerard flails and squirms and Frank drops the leg because Gerard just won’t cooperate. (Not to mention, he’s actually not really that flexible either.)

So this of course leads to lots of laughing and freaking out and loud shrieks from the both of them, because they have spent the day in a room with twenty gay guys trying to get their bodies to bend and twist in all different directions and they’ve been totally failing at everything. Frank wonders how he ended up spending his only free Saturday in the history of Projekt Revolution doing this, and he hates that Gerard can’t be serious for one second and help him out here. But there’s no use denying it; they both totally suck at this and that’s not only Gerard’s fault. But it worries them because everybody else is doing great, and nobody seems to have any problems at all with lifting their legs three feet into the air. But Gerard does not count as everybody else, and when Frank grabs a hold of his ankle for the thousand time and yanks his leg up into the air in one last attempt to actually succeed with this, it comes as no surprise when the pants actually rip.

“The fuck, SERIOUSLY!”, Gerard shouts as Frank falls down on top of him, laughing uncontrollably. “Dude, you ripped my pants!” Frank just shakes his head and continues to laugh into Gerard’s neck, and tries to breathe but can’t. He’s lying very comfortably in between Gerard’s parted legs, and as Gerard strokes his hand slowly over Frank’s back, his breath hitches in his throat. “I can’t believe you did that, bitch”, Gerard laughs, and Frank can’t help but notice that everybody are watching them. So he lifts his head and pecks Gerard’s lips (boyfriends, remember?) and bites his lip to keep himself from laughing when he says “I’m sorry, but you should’ve taken your clothes off”.

And then he gets off of Gerard and sits back to let them both take a look at the damage. There’s a huge hole on the inside of Gerard’s right thigh, right below his crotch and Frank tries hard not to poke it. He fails though, and sticks his finger through the large gap to poke Gerard in the leg, and Gerard squirms and laughs and calls Frank a bastard.

But Frank doesn’t think that he’s actually mad at him, because the next day Gerard wears them on stage, and the next day, and the next.

__________________

Light thinks it travels faster than anything,
but it’s wrong. No matter how fast Light travels,
it always finds that Darkness has gotten there first,
and is waiting for it.

RainBowBangs

About a week later, Frank starts to notice that Gerard is acting different around him than he used to. There are more sweet smiles, gentle touches and what Frank would like to call subtle flirting (even though possibilities are that Gerard’s just being nice). And Frank doesn’t know what to do with this, so he just plays along and tries to act as normal as possible, but that’s not easy when Gerard is gently stroking his side when they’re watching a movie in the bus with the guys. Or opening the door to the dressing room for him when they get to the venue, with a sweet smile and a “You first”. Or before the show, when Frank asks if his makeup looks okay and Gerard bites his bottom lip and touches Frank’s cheek briefly, telling him “You look perfect” with a shy smile on his face. That’s when Frank starts freaking out.

And when the guys all start teasing them about the fact that they now are “The Kings of Kamasutra” since they learned “the joys of gay sex” together, as Bob likes to put it, that’s when Frank decides he’s had more than he can take. The foul innuendos are killing him, and he’s sure that if there’s a God out there somewhere, He must have some sort of hidden vendetta towards him because there’s no way his life would suck this much if God was a nice, merciful guy like the Bible says. And as all the guys laugh, he looks at his feet and blushes, shoving his hands in his pockets. But Gerard only laughs along with them and slings an arm around his neck, pulling him close to his body. “It was a very rewarding experience”, he smirks and presses a kiss to Frank’s cheek.

And Frank wonders, as he sits alone in the couch in the front lounge of the bus watching Pirates of the Caribbean, if Gerard actually means something with all this. He hopes and wishes that he does, but he knows that Gerard is a very friendly person, and if he thinks you look perfect, he’ll tell you. He knows that hugs aren’t something to freak out about, because they hug all the time. And this morning when he was making coffee and he felt a gentle hand at the small of his back and a chin leaning on his shoulder, Gerard was probably just looking to see what he was doing. And then he stayed like that simply because Frank making coffee in the small kitchenette in their bus is a very interesting and capturing process that he’s sure Gerard wanted to spend his morning looking at. From a front row fucking seat. And Frank makes a grimace and tries desperately not to think of the fact that Gerard being interested in seeing how the coffee maker works, is simply just ridiculous because Gerard spends seven hours a day in front of that thing so he sure as hell doesn’t need to spend his morning looking at someone making coffee.

And then, just as Frank is mid-cringe, the bus rolls into a parking lot and stops there. “Smoke break!”, Frank exclaims quickly and sprints out the door before anybody else has even had the time to register that they’re not moving anymore.

Frank walks hurriedly away from the tour bus, away from everybody, because he needs some privacy. He needs somewhere quiet. He stops once he’s got a few yards from the bus, and he sighs and pulls out a package of cigarettes from his pocket. He lights one and thinks, as he takes the first drag, glumly about how confusing Gerard has been for these past few days. He wants Gerard to mean what he does, what he says, what Frank sometimes thinks he’s insinuating. He wishes Gerard would do something about this, help him out here, show him and make him understand. Because Frank can handle being teased, he can take the innuendos, he doesn’t mind the witty remarks about their “sex life”. But he does mind the smirks Gerard gives him, the playful comments and the sweet touches, because it makes him think bad, bad thoughts and that makes him embarrassed, and he really has been blushing too much lately, so he really wants Gerard to just manhandle him because he’s not sure he can take this any longer.

“Look what I found, Frankie!”, Gerard exclaims enthusiastically as he walks towards him. Frank takes another drag off of his cigarette and turns to look at his friend. Gerard is wearing black shades and his hair looks gorgeous, and Frank closes his eyes momentarily just to clear his head.

Gerard stretches out his hand for Frank to look. “It’s a ladybug”, Frank says with interest as he sees what Gerard is holding. The small bug is climbing around on Gerard’s fingers, and Frank hasn’t seen anything cuter than this, ever. Gerard pushes his sunglasses up on his head and smiles. “Isn’t she like, so cute?”, he says with a happy glint in his eyes, as he reaches for Frank’s hand. Frank merely nods, mesmerized. Gerard gently touches Frank’s finger with his, and the ladybug carelessly trots over to Frank’s hand instead. It kind of tickles his hand, and he lets out a small giggle just as it flies away. They watch it dreamily, and Gerard turns to Frank. “Make a wish”, he smiles and steals Frank’s cigarette and takes a long drag. And Frank can’t stop staring at Gerard; the sun behind him is lightening a bright halo around his raven hair which is moving slightly in sync with the warm summer breeze, his perfect, pink lips still forms a loving smile around Frank’s cigarette, and his beaming black-lined eyes are too gorgeous, and Frank can’t look away. He mentally curses himself when he silently wishes for Gerard to make a move, or just do something, but he can’t help it. He steals back the cigarette, and when he places it in his mouth he imagines that he can taste Gerard on it.


Gerard has been staring at Frank all night.

Frank doesn’t quite know what to make of that. It wasn’t so weird when they were in the dressing room and Frank was freaking out about not finding his eyeliner, because after all, maybe he was overreacting just a little bit. And actually all the guys were staring at him then, which wasn’t so weird either because Frank knows that he’d stare too if one of them was acting like a fourteen year old.

But Frank thinks it’s weird that now, as they are finally on stage in the middle of the set, he is still catching Gerard looking at him every now and then. Frank wonders if there’s something on his face, or if his shirt is inside out (until he remembers that it’s past ‘Prison’, which means he’s not wearing a shirt at all), or if his hair is messed up.

But roles are reversed when Gerard comes near him during ‘Ghost of You’ and rubs their bodies together with a long moan, because after that, Frank can’t take his eyes off of Gerard, and he plays the rest of the set just staring blankly at their singer, who glances in his direction sometimes and smirks. Frank wonders what’s up.

And somehow, he’s not surprised when he finds himself being dragged into a dark storage closet by Gerard, the second they’ve come off stage.

The singer presses him up against the wall and kisses him breathless, after he has closed the door behind them. He shoves his thigh in between Frank’s legs and pants against his mouth, words Frank would never repeat to virgin ears, words Frank never thought he’d ever hear coming from Gerard, words he only has heard in his fantasies. He kisses back hard, moans slipping from both of their mouths as they eagerly touch. Gerard pulls away slowly and attaches his mouth to the scorpion on Frank’s neck.

“I thought”, the singer whispers against the inked skin as he slowly undoes the buttons of his shirt, “we’d make some use of the new skills we’ve got”.

And Frank can’t really argue.


Thinking back, Frank knows that it was a bad idea. A really bad idea.

It has gone a week and Gerard is not talking to him. Frank blames himself because it was his fault, damn it, and now things are all awkward between them and Gerard won’t talk to him. And Frank knows that he fucked up, they both did, because sleeping with your best friend isn’t the smartest thing to do, and not talking about it the next day is even less smart. And now, their little storage closet encounter has become the obvious elephant in the room whenever the two of them are within a twenty feet radius from each other, and it’s a huge, pink, dancing elephant which everybody notices but no one ever speaks a word of.

It seems like Gerard’s way of handling the problem is to simply ignore it. Ignore Frank. And Frank just blushes. All the time. When Gerard walks into the room, Frank blushes. When Gerard accidentally bumps into him in the bunkroom, Frank blushes. When Mikey asks him what the fuck is wrong with him and Gerard, Frank blushes. And he can’t help it, because he should have known that it would just make everything weird and awkward, he should have known that Gerard would walk away like nothing ever happened. So he blushes because he was wrong, because he was naïve, because he thought Gerard felt the same.

He wonders if Gerard regrets it. He wonders if he thinks about it all the time, like Frank does; if he wants to talk to Frank about it, as much as Frank wants to talk to him. If Frank had been a cool guy, he would have just grabbed Gerard by the neck already and sat him down to talk this out, a long time ago. But Frank is not a cool guy, and also, he’s kind of really in love with Gerard so excuse him if this isn’t so easy.

And so he just leaves it, he doesn’t bother. He knows that it’s making them both miserable but fuck, if Gerard can look past it, then why can’t he? He decides that he can, and so the next time he meets Gerard’s eye he looks down and blushes, just as usual, but he smiles while doing so, and he hopes that Gerard can see it.

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Light thinks it travels faster than anything,
but it’s wrong. No matter how fast Light travels,
it always finds that Darkness has gotten there first,
and is waiting for it.

RainBowBangs

After a few days of complete awkwardness has gone by, Frank and Gerard find themselves sitting in the couch in the front lounge of the bus, late at night while everyone else is asleep. Somehow they got left alone, they can’t remember how it happened, and they’re both too polite to just walk off into the bunk room and leave the other alone, despite this thick veil of awkwardness that floats in the air between them. They are still best friends, after all.

After a few very long minutes of just sitting next to each other and staring out into space, Gerard breaks the awkward silence and asks if Frank wants to watch Love Actually, since they never got around to doing that before. Frank chokes and coughs, because it brings so many memories to the surface he’d rather not think of, about the kamasutra class, and about kissing and flirting and smiling and storage closets, and he can’t breathe for a second. But he says yes, and Gerard goes to put the disc in the DVD player. Frank watches him with a sad glint in his eyes, because he knows that even though they both try and act like everything has gone back to normal, they’re not where they used to be, and Frank just can’t feel comfortable in this situation. It hurts.

When Gerard sits down again, not having pressed play yet, he sits a bit closer to Frank than before, because he can’t bring himself to stay away anymore. They both marvel silently at how gorgeous the other looks, and sit still for several minutes, just looking at each other. If feels kind of like they’ve both let their guards down, and when Frank looks into Gerard’s eyes, he believes he sees straight into his soul. It’s deep and it’s meaningful and shit, Frank thinks, he’s got to be some serious kickass poet if he can come up with deep shit like this just on the spot.

After a couple of minutes they both realize that the other probably thinks they’re going insane now since they’re just sitting there and staring, and they open their mouths at the exact same time, to break the silence. “I was-“, says Frank at the same time Gerard says “So this-“. They cut themselves off immediately, and Frank looks down at his knees and blushes. Gerard instantly apologizes. And so the awkward silence is back again, and they both desperately try to think of a way to break it. But they have both forgotten what they were about to say.

And then Gerard tentatively leans forward and softly brushes his finger under Frank’s eye, in a sweet caressing motion. “Eyelash”, he whispers as Frank turns his head to meet his eye again. “Make a wish.” Frank raises an eyebrow, but forms his lips into an ‘O’ shape and leans closer to Gerard to blow a gentle puff of air at Gerard’s finger (Gerard shivers at the soft contact), and the eyelash flies away into the black air. They’re intensely close to each other, and Frank barely has time to wish for Gerard to kiss him, before the singer has erased the last inch of air between them and is sweetly pressing his lips to Frank’s. The TV screen casts a gorgeous blue shadow at the two, as Frank smiles into the kiss and concentrates on feeling Gerard with every living inch of his body, tasting him with all of his breathing senses and living in this moment until they both fall apart together. Gerard wraps his arms around him and slowly leans back on the couch, pulling Frank on top of him as he lies down. They kiss slowly and deeply and lovingly, and Gerard feels so perfect against Frank’s body and neither of them can get enough.

Gerard has still not pressed play, and unsurprisingly, they end up not watching Love Actually that evening.


A few weeks after, Frank is outside alone again, on a smoke break. They’re in some sort of parking lot but there are trees and shit and the sun is out and everything is just kind of perfect.

As a bird chirps somewhere in a bush, Frank wonders why his life has become so flawless lately, why everything suddenly works out for him. He has secretly loved Gerard for years, and he was okay with that, but somehow everything has changed and now he can’t believe that he could live his whole life without all of this. Without the “Good morning, baby”- kiss he receives from Gerard every morning when he wakes up, without the “I love you, sweetie” he gets when bringing Gerard a cup of coffee, without the two of them sharing loving gazes and holding hands under the table at dinner. This is all new to him, and yet it feels like home already. He really can’t believe that they are together now, he can’t believe that Gerard loves him, he can’t believe that life can be this good.

He thanks his lucky star for this, and pulls a lottery ticket out of his pocket, that a fan gave him yesterday. He feels like he should be able to win something. A car, some money, an Xbox. Because all his wishes have come true for these last few weeks, so if he wins something now, then he can truly call himself “Master of the Wishes” or something, and he feels kind of like he’s holding an oil lamp in his hand, just waiting to be polished so that the genie can come out and obey to his every will.

So he scrapes out all the numbers on the ticket slowly, one by one, because he doesn’t want to ruin the experience. But no. He didn’t win. And he sighs deeply and shoves it in his pocket again, taking a drag of the soon fading cigarette. It feels kind of ridiculous to be disappointed about something like this, but he can’t help it. He wanted to feel like he was invincible. But maybe the whole “wishes coming true”-thing only applies to love, Frank doesn’t know. He exhales slowly and as smoke flow out from his lungs, he drops his cigarette on the ground and steps on it to put it out completely.

And then he feels a pair of arms encircling his waist and soft lips kissing the back of his neck, and he smiles and closes his eyes contently, leaning into the gentle touch. Gerard smiles against the inked skin, and tightens his grip around his boyfriend’s waist. And as he whispers “I love you” into Frank’s ear, Frank wonders why he just wished for something other than this.

Because Gerard is all he’ll ever want.

The End.

A/N: Haaiii guys =)
I’m sorry about the longness of this one. xD It wasn’t quite intended xD But if you’ve gotten through it all without falling asleep, then I’m very flattered =) I want to thank a few people for helping me with this story; Kate for always being there and supporting me, and pushing me to write all the time, and for helping with the awesome/suckish names, and Kate's mum for also helping me come up with the names, and also [CrimsonKid] for helping me with coming up with some truths and dares for that part. =) Love you guys! ♥ And also thank you to anyone who’s read this, I’m sorry I wasted an hour of your life. xD

Love Mallie

P.S. And YES, the pants-ripping-part is my theory on how the hole in Gerard's favourite jeans during Projekt Rev happened. xD Just google 'MCR projekt rev' on images, and you'll see what I'm talking about. HE WORE THEM ALL THE TIME. x]

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Light thinks it travels faster than anything,
but it’s wrong. No matter how fast Light travels,
it always finds that Darkness has gotten there first,
and is waiting for it.

[CrimsonKid]

Hahaha, I loved it Mallie. I laughed quite a bit. "The number doesn't even exist!"

Your writing is wicked awesome, x

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Kate.

Mallie, Mallie, Mallieeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

*hugs, hugs and more hugs* I love you so mucccchhhhh!!!!!!

This was the cutest, sweetest, sexiest most hilarious story ever and fuck fuck fuck dont know how you did it but you keep getting better and better!!!!!!!!

I knew this was going to be a hit as soon as I heard the plot I couldn't wait to hear it and just everything was smart and hilarious and so so sweet *just going to post this first then will edit after because you probably think ive gone offline coz took long time to read and want to be first to post so will edit this hang on love you*

EDIT: DARn it someone commented before me XD oh well. Pumpkin this was just gah I wish you where here right now in the flesh because I would give you the biggest hug in the world and gawd I adore you so much everything was awesome gah dont know where to begin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but I feel like dancing right now haha literally!! seriously girl this is awesome! it made me smile so so much and I'm glad I made sure I was comfortable and stuff before I read it because it was really great to just sit and relax and read it, because it's so easy to read and really fun and there was never a dull moment every bit was interesting and I'm definete I was smiling the whole way through!! and I have so much I could say about this I could go on for hours but also want to post so you know Im still here xD in the beginning about the star thing it's weird it reminded me of something I was thinking about the other day you remember when I started talking nonsense about the sitting under the stars thing and you said oh thats weird because I actually just wrote something not to do with that but similiar well when I read it it really reminded me of how incredible I felt that night when I had all those weird thoughts "plug you to my emotions" and things and ever since I had written a short drabble to try and capture my feelings on that night but couldnt do it but even though you didnt know you seemed to capture my feelings perfectly in that short bit at the beginning and just thank you so so much I know you didnt intend it to so really strange just thank you =) (dont know if that made any sense because im typing too fast coz im really excited but if not i will explain when calmed down a little )

But god I can't tell you how much I loved this! I usually feel speechless but this time I feel like I cant stop speaking and still cant find enough words to describe it, aw Mallie seriously love you and I seriously doubt any of this is making sense so I'll stop for now untill I can properly speak in normal sentences again xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ♥♥♥♥

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Kate ♥

RainBowBangs

Aww, thankies you both

I'm glad you both liked it as much as I did, I can tell you that I laughed SO hard several times while writing this xD

Anyways I love you guys so much and thanks for reading Yes, that was me licking you. Like a dog. It means I like you.

Haha and Kate, you weren't the first post xD HAHA xD Uhm anyway lol xD

Thank you!
♥

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Light thinks it travels faster than anything,
but it’s wrong. No matter how fast Light travels,
it always finds that Darkness has gotten there first,
and is waiting for it.

Kate.

xD bwahaah oh god this was so hilarious in parts though like the "GARY!" hahaha and when the guys fell over that plastic table XD so fucking hilarious I haven't laughed this much for a long time, so thank you =) xD

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Kate ♥