Part 2

The crowd let in a unanimous gasp, and began screaming louder than ever before. The tiny voices in their ears were telling them to cut it out, or security would cut the show. Bob just sat there in shock, staring and trying to ignore the raging boner between his legs, the song forgotten as the brothers molested each other onstage.

Mikey was tempted. Stop, go on, or keep going and get cut. Gerard broke away and gave Mikey a look filled with passion. He fumbled for the microphones cord and broke away from his brother. "Bob, get your hair out of your eyes... You need to cut that shit." His breath was shaky and Mikey pressed his bass down, hiding his throbbing bulge. Gerard bit his lip and looked at Mikey. "We'll have this 'discussion' later."

As Gerard regained order in the arena, Mikey kept looking over at Bob. He looked confused and slightly hurt behind the set. Mikey took this as a cue to reject what had just happened and glared at Gerard across the stage, dancing provocatively. Once they went off for a break, Mikey handed the bass off and shoved his brother in the back. "What the fuck was that for?"

Gerard landed against a wall and wiped his mouth. "Don t go on like you didn t want it. I've seen the way you ve been looking at me lately..." Gerard grabbed Mikey by the shirt and pulled him close. Uncomfortably close. "Seen the way you ve been looking at Bob. How longs that been going on, huh Mikes?"

Mikey turned red and tried to get away, but Gerard s grip was strong. "Answer me!" Bob walked in. "What the hell is going on here?"

Without warning, Mikey cocked his arm back and punched his brother in the face. "Fuck off!" he yelled, pushing away. "Fuck, you're ruining EVERYTHING!" he shouted. The guitarists heard the intense yelling and decided to go somewhere else for a break.

Gerard cradled his jaw and stalked after Mikey. "What am I ruining? You re little relationshit that you re running with Bob? That never stood a chance. Dammit Mikey you know that I'm the only person that you will ever be able to count on!" Mikey clamped his hands over his ears. "Shut the fuck up!" Gerard pinned his brothers hands down. "Look, I don t know what he tells you when he fucks you, but will he ever be able to make love to you like I do?"

Mikey screamed in his face. "THAT WAS NOT LOVE!" He hated saying the words, and he knew he didn't mean them, everything was just so confusing that it was the easiest way out of the situation. "That was not love." he sighed, on the verge of tears. Don't let Gerard see, he'll know you're lying in a heartbeat.

Gerard stepped back. "You don t mean that... he whispered. Mikey, if that wasn t love, than what the hell was it?" Gerard s voice cracked, and he walked away. Bob approached Mikey. "Baby-" Mikey stumbled. "Stay away from me."

A hollow feeling set in his stomach. That look in Gerard's eyes, the way he had shoved Bob off and gone to throw up. He got back on stage and kept his eyes averted, concentrated on nothing but his playing. And between songs, he asked Chad at sound to turn off the drums and vocals.

The plunks of the bass hummed in his sternum. 'Keep it together Mikey.' But he felt so much like crying inside. After the show Mikey slumped down into his bunk and did exactly that.

Bob had attempted to talk to Gerard about what he had meant before, but was shrugged off. "Gerard, you and I both love him; why is he so hurt?" he was ignored. "Tell me what happened, dammit!"

Gerard shook off Bob's hand. "You wouldn t understand Bob; it s not the nice happy family story you think it is." Bob stood back and glared at the shorter man. "I know about everything Gerard. Don't talk to me like I m one of your whores okay?"

Gerard was aghast. He was glad that everyone else was inside, and that Mikey was out of sight. He grabbed Bob's jacket, and pulled him to the singer. "Ever hate having to choose between two things you can't have?" he hissed.

"Well I've never had that problem, so no. I don t." Bob spoke the words with an equal amount of venom. "Just say what you wanna say Gerard!"

"Fuck." whispered Gerard. He pushed his face forward. "Don't. Fucking. Move. And I'll show you." he kissed Bob slowly, softer than he had Mikey. The conflicting levels of testosterone were perfect matches for one another.

Bob cradled the singers head in his hand and kissed him tentatively. Mikey never let Bob kiss him like this. This was soft, an ember of passion... Love? Bob pulled away. "Gerard... I'm with Mikey. I can t-" Gerard kissed him quickly. "I know. I'm sorry."

Bob kissed Gerard one more time before taking a step back, physically distancing himself from where he mentally was. Bob, after the events of the concert, wanted Gerard...and Mikey. Why couldn't he have both?

Gerard looked pensive for a moment. "I think we can work something out." Bob lit up a cigarette and exhaled. "Go on." Gerard bit his lip. "Well, I want you. You want me. We both obviously want Mikey. What makes you think he doesn t want both of us too?"

Bob had never thought of this. A threesome? There couldn't possibly be enough space in the van..."Next time we're in a hotel, we'll work something out. Until now...he's really confused, and I have to go kiss him for a long time before he'll fall asleep. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I kinda started that." Gerard chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "When we were in high school he d come into my room and just ask me to hold him. But we could never do just that..." Gerard trailed off in his memories, then snapped back. "Just um, go to him. I'm going to stay out here for a while."

Bob kissed him once more with his cigarette lips and went to Mikey, crawling in the bunk with him and wrapping his arms and legs around the shaking man. The drummer found the bassist's lips and kissed them, silencing the trembling.

Mikey pulled away and sobbed against Bob. "Will you just hold me? Please?" His voice cracked on the last word. Bob remembered what Gerard had just told him, and did what was asked of him. He stroked the bassist's hair and held his cold body against his warm one. "No matter what, just know that I love you."

It was like he had said the magic words. Mikey was out, and Bob just kissed the sleeping lips as the bus rolled forward into the night, to another location that awaited them.

Bob sat in the kitchen area and sipped his coffee. He didn t know what to do. Gerard, Mikey, two beautiful men. Two beautiful men that he loved. How would he choose? How could he?

Gerard practically skipped up to Bob that morning. "We're staying in a hotel tonight. And we have all. Night. Off." he said, smirking ear to ear. "I'm gonna go buy some things. Your job...you know what it is." he nodded to the sleeping form of Mikey in the back and winked.