MCR's last show had been intense. The last song of the night was Destroya. Gerard and Frank wondered who had chosen in... whoever it was, they were grateful to him. Destroya was the song they always made out during. They were glad it was last because they always got boners, so instead of trying to hide them for the rest of the show, they only had to hide them for a few more minutes until they could go backstage and satisfy their needs... which is what they were doing now, inside Gerard's locked dressing room. They liked to take it slow at first, starting with kissing and going on from there. Their tongues danced in each others' mouths as Frank began to take off Gerard's shirt, sort of clumsily. Once that was out of the way, Gerard removed Frank's shirt, much more gracefully. Frank draped his arms around Gerard's neck. Gerard slowly moved his hands up to Frank's sides, above his hips but below his ribs, which stuck out a little, but he wasn't emaciated. Suddenly, Frank flinched and pulled back, a giggle escaping from his lips. Gerard, thinking he had done something wrong, asked, "What?" He had a concerned look on his face.
"I'm ticklish," Frank replied.
"Oh really..." Gerard said, smiling deviously. Before Frank had time to react, Gerard tackled him to the ground, pinned him, and began the tickle torture.
"Stop... that!" Frank managed to say in between gasps of laughter. Gerard eventually did, after about a full minute. "Fuck you," Frank muttered, catching his breath.
Smiling, Gerard replied, "Gladly."