sshh *whispers* don't mind me. i don't want to interrupt your study time; i'm just gonna put this up here and then I'll be gone again. *tiptoesaround*
Beta: the awesome sayachimaera again, thank you very much
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Chapter 7
"What." The door opened, pulling Frank out of his dirty thoughts. He looked at Bob standing in the doorway. When Frank didn't say anything, 'cause his balls had left him somewhere between leaving his own room to get over here the whole five steps and tell Gerard to..., Bob turned around, leaving the door open for Frank to enter, which he did. Carefully.
"Is Gerard here?"
"Nope."
"Oh." Frank stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets and looking around the room. He really was tired and his eyes were burning from last night, maybe he should just go back to-
"He's just out getting more coffee, 'cause Mikey stole our last. Close the door." Bob sat back down on his bed, reading some magazine, only glancing up to see Frank still standing in the doorway. "Get your ass inside."
"Shitty service, don't they bring it up to the rooms?"
"According to Gerard the coffee was crap and he saw a Starbucks somewhere down the road. He and Worm are out there, somewhere."
Frank walked around the room slowly, eyes wandering to the TV, next to it on the floor still lay the cover from Hercules.
"Good, I so need some caffeine. Mikey told me, you had sweet dreams about Hercules," Frank said casually, when turning on the TV and pressing play. As the DVD started to play, he walked backwards to the beds, wanting to sit down and not taking his tired eyes of the screen.
"No. I had sweet dreams about you being pushed into the river Styx by Hades' little helpers."
"Where did he get the movie from anyway?" Frank turned around, when the back of his legs hit the edge of – apparently Gerard's bed, as Bob was sitting on the other, nose still in the magazine. He crawled onto it to lay down, an arm behind his head as he glanced down at the screen on the opposite wall. He could smell Gerard's scent around him.
"Said he found it in the drawers. Was probably in his suitcase."
"What are the others up to?" Frank asked, yawning and kicking off his shoes, which landed on the floor with a loud thud.
"Last time I checked, there was some snoring coming out their rooms. Where's Mikey?"
"Writing a fanfic or something."
Bob looked up, grinning amused at Frank, whose eyes were fixed on the movie, looking awfully tired.
"A fanfic?"
"Yeah, he likes imagining having sex with me."
"Who's on top?"
"We'll take turns."
"And what do you prefer?"
The other Way, Frank thought, glad he caught himself from saying it out loud and smirked, "Why are you so interested in my sex life, Bryar?"
"You have one?" Bob smirked back and received the finger.
"What are you here for?" he then asked, sounding annoyed, turning his head to his magazine once more.
Gerard. "Coffee," Frank mumbled, shifting to get more comfortable.
"He'll be right back. Hey, you know anything about Gerard acting pissed?"
…
"Frank?" Bob looked to the other bed just to find Frank asleep on it, chest slowly rising up and down while the screen was showing Disney clips.
A few minutes later, he heard footsteps on the corridor knowing it was Gerard returning with the coffee. There were a few weird sounding thuds against the door - probably made by the tip of his shoe - and Bob sighed and got up. "Frank?" No reaction. Bob went for the door, letting Gerard in, who was balancing coffee and something in a paper bag – probably something eatable for Mikey –into the room. Bob almost ran into him when he turned around from closing the door again, as Gerard was standing there frozen, eyes on Frank in his bed, sleeping.
"What-"
"He came over for coffee," Bob explained, lowering his voice as not to wake Frank. He shoved Gerard, urging him to start walking again to place the containers full of warm liquid down where they wouldn't spill. Gerard finally settled the tray on a table next to the TV. Bob grabbed a cup and walked to Gerard's bed, taking the remote and skipping back to the beginning of the movie.
"Wanna watch?" he asked Gerard casually, while rummaging through the bag for something eatable. He found a bagel and, satisfied, sat on his own bed. Bob had just leaned his back against the wall when he noticed the wall in front of him. "Come on, get out of the fucking way already."
"Oh…" Gerard turned around, a coffee in his hand and walked to his bed. He stopped and glanced at Bob, who raised his eyebrows at him. "What is it?"
Gerard rolled his eyes and sat on the floor cross legged instead, leaning against the edge of his bed watching the start of Hercules.
Soon they had Mikey joining them, who lay on his stomach on Bob's bed and laughed every ten seconds at something while munching away on a bagel. Frank slept through the whole movie.
After the credits started rolling, Bob got up to stretch and declared he was bored. Just as he left to find Ray for something to do, Brian knocked on their door, obviously looking for the rest of the group with similar intentions. Soon they all decided to let Frank sleep and headed for the bus, where their precious Xbox was waiting for them to come back.
Frank was still out black when they all returned, hours later. Not even as Bob flickered on the light, did Frank as much as stir in his sleep. Bob had returned with some comics and was now crawling under his own sheets, making himself comfortable, while Gerard was changing into his pjs, glancing at Frank, brushing his teeth, glancing at Frank, and clearing away their empty coffee cups. He glanced at Frank one more time and finally decided to check if he was still alive over there or if he had died on his bed.
He leaned down over Frank and narrowed his eyes. "You think he's still alive?" he asked Bob, who looked over at Frank and shrugged before turning his attention back to the comic.
"He's turned around."
Yep, he's still breathing. Gerard poked him carefully, not sure if he really wanted to wake Frank up or not. He supposed he really didn't.
But what Gerard really, really wanted was to just get in next to Frank and… But he had just made him so fucking mad.... And he just couldn't stand the feeling of Frank shutting him out, the thought of Frank apparently moving away from him... His eyes wandered up and down Frank's body… "He's taking up all the fucking bed!"
Bob raised an eyebrow at Gerard's sudden exclamation, watching him standing at the edge of his bed, looking down at Frank.
"What's your point?"
Gerard opened his mouth and waved at Frank and his bed just to state the obvious. "What's my- Where am I supposed to sleep now?" Way to go, Gerard, just add a bit more drama and no one will ever wonder.
Bob furrowed his eyebrows, but still managed to look a tad amused at the singer. "What's going on?"
Gerard turned his head and glared at Bob for being so oblivious. "What do you mean, what's going on? He just fell asleep on my bed for hours and now-"
"Well, don't worry about that. With all the shouting there, you'll manage to wake him up in a few seconds anyway." Bob returned to his comic and bit back a smile when he had successfully managed to shut Gerard up.
Gerard bit his lip, frowning. Maybe he had been too clingy the last couple of days. Maybe Frank had sensed something and maybe Gerard had frightened him away. Maybe Frank was feeling awkward and trying to get some distance from him now. This he couldn't have, though. He felt fear and guilt rise inside of him.
Somehow he ignored them both. He couldn't deal with this now. Frank was not supposed to be like this. In Gerard's mind he had never thought that when he needed Frank that he would either push him away or be too busy dealing with something else. This was all wrong. Just as quickly as the panic came, so did the anger. Now, here he was letting it out on the one person he needed. He was attacking Frank instead of trying to fix the real problem behind all this.
"I'm gonna crash with Mikey," Gerard mumbled, as he took his cigarettes and walked to the door, with a last warning for Bob, "Keep him there."
Bob shook his head with a smile and turned a page, nibbling at his lip ring. "Stupid motherfucker."
Gerard was back again the next second and Bob looked up at him with a smirk. "Forgot something?"
"I need a smoke."
"And?"
"Well, he has my lighter!"
Bob looked over at Frank and back at Gerard, really trying hard to hide his smirk. "Go search his pockets then."
Gerard glared at Bob shortly, then ran a hand through his hair, looking Frank up and down again. "Different jeans."
"Huh?"
Gerard had already turned around again, heading for the door. "It's probably in his room," he mumbled and closed the door behind him, feeling not stupid at all and leaving Bob shaking his head.
Ten minutes later, when Mikey had stopped laughing over something next door, making Bob chuckle to himself, Frank suddenly woke up.
He blinked a few times, confused as to why Bob lay in the bed next to his when he was convinced that he had been sharing a room with Mikey this time. He decided not to mull over such irrational things and stumbled out of bed, walking to the bathroom to release the pressure on his bladder.
As he washed his hands, his memory kicked in and he walked out of the bathroom and scratched his head, looking at Bob and yawned, "What time is it?"
"Don't know… late afternoon, I suppose."
"Where's Gerard?"
"In your bed."
Frank raised an eyebrow. Now that thought was definitely the base of one of his favourites. Then he remembered his revelation from the bathroom just a second ago and rubbed his eyes. "Damn, why didn't you wake me?"
"Couldn't. You looked too cute, we decided-"
"-Yeah, piss off," Frank cut him off and frowned. Now he had to wake up Gerard. Damn. Let alone talk to him. He walked to the door only to be stopped by Bob's voice.
"Get back to bed, Iero."
"I gotta-"
"-I have strict orders. Not to let you out of this room." Bob's nose was still in the comic and he didn't see Frank frown at him.
"Who said that?"
"Gerard."
"And why-… ugh, forget it." Frank walked back to – now – his bed and slumped down on it again, this time pulling the sheets over himself, although he knew he wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon.
"What are you two fighting about anyway?"
"Nothing."
"And nothing would be…?"
"Nothing."
Bob smirked and looked over at Frank, who was sullen, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. "What, is he jealous, 'cause Mikey's fucking you?"
"Probably."
Bob chuckled and tossed the comic on the floor, flickering off the lights and turning on his side. "You'd think as brothers they'd learned to share."
"Shut up, Bob."
"'Night to you, too." Frank could still hear the smirk and shook his head into the darkness.
It didn't last long and he could hear Bob sleeping. As he lay there in silence, Frank felt the pressure on his chest having returned. Or at least he felt it again, concentrated on it again. He fixed the ceiling, swallowed back something in his throat and clenched his fists.
