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Chapter 5 (Frank's POV)

I opened the door contentedly, slightly annoyed at Gerard's little move on Bob, so I decided to do the same to his brother. Evil, I know, but he does have a thing for me. That's why I did it; to provoke a reaction.
"C'mon, Gee!" I called. He was walking into my house at a snail's pace,admiring the size of my living room/kitchen area. It was slightly similar to his apartment, only my rooms were slightly bigger. I didn't know why he was admiring it so much. "If you're lucky," I whispered into his ear, "you can see my bedroom" I gave him a wicked smile and he winked back. I went upstairs to my room for my guitar, but it wasn't there. Strange, I thought. I heard the door shut as well, making the situation become even more confusing than it already was. I swiftly walked downstairs and down another small flight towards the basement, which acted as a band practice area. It used to be Gerard's basement but...you know what happened. I walked in slowly, only to meet the sight of Mikey tuning his bass.

"Where are the others?" I asked, hoping he knew more than I did.
"Oh, they went to the shops" he replied smoothly. "I brought Pansy down for ya, too."
He must've slipped in without me noticing, I thought. "Thanks, Mikes" I replied, going over to sit by him. I saw him instantly tense up. "You okay, man?"
He moved in closer so our faces were mere inches apart. Holy shit. This was not planned at all. "Well, now that we're here, alone-"
I interrupted him with a gentle kiss. Nothing special or lust-filled, just small, sweet and compulsive. I instantly felt guilty for my actions. "S-sorry," I apologized frantically, "I don't know why I-"
It was his turn to interrupt me with his lips on mine. He was more passionate than me, though. He bit my lip and I couldn't help but grant his tongue entrance into my mouth, deepening the kiss. I eventually pulled away, and gave him a glare.
"What did you stop for?" Mikey pouted, using his puppy eyes against me. I hate to admit, he looked pretty adorable right there.
"Mikey, you know full well I'm with your brother" I said sternly. "I don't want to cheat on him."
Mikey just giggled and briefly licked his lips. "Newsflash, Frankie!" he laughed, using my pet name, "You already have! And besides," he leaned in closer, "you and I both know you enjoyed it". He gave me a wink, and I smiled. He winks just like Gerard; slowly, seductively, with a sense of knowing that's how they can reel you in. I sighed and I gave up. I looked around, and listened out for any footsteps and voices.
"How long are they expected to take?" I asked, a grin forming on my lips.
"Why?" Mikey asked innocently.
I pushed him onto his back, and he hit the brown leather with a dull thud. I climbed on top of him, straddling his narrow hips, and leaned in close. "Show me how badly you want me"
Our lips were just about to meet when I hear an unlocking door. The guys were back.
"Shit!" I panicked quietly and ran for Pansy, my old faithful. "Act natural!"

"Hey guys, we're back!" Ray called as he went into the basement, clutching bags upon bags of alcopops, crisps, and some other crap that I couldn't make out. Shit, Ray. This is band practice, not a fucking frat party. "Thought I might get some refreshments while Bob and Gee got cigarettes!"
I scowled silently when he used that name. Gee is my nickname for him. But, as if on cue, Bob and Gee walked in, with fags so firmly placed in their mouths it was as if they were made to be there. "You get up to any funny business while we were gone?" Ray laughed, but Gerard shot him daggers. Damn, if looks could kill. Ray got the hint and walked over to his guitar, dropping the bags as he went. Gerard then stubbed out his cigarette in the nearby ashtray and stood me up, swinging my arms randomly.
"You miss me, babe?" Gerard cooed, planting a soft kiss on my lips.
I nuzzled his neck and smiled broadly at him. "Every nanosecond, GeeGee!" I replied happily. Then I decided to show Mikey how much I love Gerard. Again, evil. But ah well. "Remember our little deal, baby?" I asked, pinching his ass and laughing evilly.
"N-not in front of the guys, Frankie!" Gerard squealed, giggling. I briefly looked around and saw a nonchalant Bob, a disapproving Ray (who had probably got a rough idea of what we were talking about) and a very, very uncomfortable Mikey. Gerard and I were just giggling like idiots. Not a single fuck was given. "Y-you got a microphone, by the way?" he managed in between giggles.
I calmed down slightly, starting to remember that we were, in fact, in band practice. "Erm, I think I do. It's probably in my bedroom. Hang on a second!" I ran upstairs and scoured through my endless pile of clothes, looking for it. Just as I fished it out from the mini-mountain of crap, I heard a faint knock on the door.
"Oh, I found it-"
Mikey strolled into my bedroom with a kinky smile and an evil glint in his eye. He shut the door slowly, leaving it slightly ajar, then he pushed me onto my bed and straddled me.
"W-what do you, er, want, Mikes?" I asked nervously.
He just laughed and ignored my question altogether. "I like your shirt, Frank," he purred, unbuttoning it slowly with his long, delicate fingers, "but I bet it looks better on the floor." He proceeded to ripping off my shirt and tossing it on the floor, looking at me with a sense of longing. I wanted to shove him off and think nothing of it, but for some reason, I kept him there. Guess I'm just a slut after all.
"M-Mikey, I- oh, fuck, that feels good!" He was kissing a trail up and down my torso whilst grinding his hips into mine. I felt so guilty for letting him do this to me, let alone enjoying it. "Mikey, I-ah-"
"Yes?" he said smoothly, seeing I needed to say something.
"Mikey, I'll let you do this to me on Saturday. Meet me here, 6pm. Okay?" I said hurriedly.
A broad grin slowly appeared on his pale complexion. "You fucking slut, Frankie" he said in a husky whisper, which could've made me blow my load if I wasn't careful.
And then he was gone, swiftly escaping from my room in a flash.
I got up, picked up my black shirt and buttoned it up, tidied my hair (because I'm pretty sure I had sex hair) and strolled downstairs, clutching the microphone.

"What took you so long, Frankie?" Gerard inquired, briefly scanning my presence with his gorgeous hazel eyes.
"It was buried under loads of crap," I giggled, "still works though!" I smiled and handed him the microphone. "You got any material we can use or...?"
"Erm, I wrote this a couple of months ago" he said nervously, handing me a piece of paper. I sat down to read it and started to fiddle with my guitar strings, trying to come up with a rhythm for it. Then, I had an idea.
"Hey, Gee, why don't you sing some of it for us? It'll give us a rough idea of what you want it to sound like!" I said a little too excitedly, and the others were nodding slowly in approval.
Gerard, however, looked as if I had suggested that he should jump off the top of the Empire State Building and try not to die. But, he eventually gave in. "Okay" he sighed, and stood in front of us anxiously. The whole room was silent until he started to sing.

Well if you wanted honesty
That's all you had to say,
I never want to let you down or have you go
It's better off this way!
For all the dirty looks,
The photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot
From jumping off the second floor?

I'm not okay!
I'm not okay!
I'm not okay
You wear me out!

Ray and Mikey sat in their seats, astounded, while Bob's jaw looked like it had met his toes.
"That bad, was it?" Gerard smiled. Everyone was gobsmacked at his voice, even me. And I had heard it once before.
"Bad?" I laughed, "Bad? Baby, it was anything but bad!" I smiled and walked up close to him. "Nobody has a voice quite like yours, and they never will!"
Gerard smiled at my enthusiasm, a smile that caused the blood to rush downwards. It was a half smile, the kind that shouted 'we will fuck later, okay?'. "What makes you so sure that absolutely no-one will sound like me?"
Okay, Gerard. I see what you're trying to do. Trying to be innocent, are we? Well, you and I both know that statement couldn't be further from the truth, honey. "Because there will only be one person called Gerard Way!" I smirked, bringing his waist closer to me.
He replied to my remark with a passionate kiss, his tongue thrashing about inside my mouth while I tried to mirror his actions. He was like a bat out of hell with the sheer force he gave me. He broke our kiss to push me against the basement wall, and then he poked his tongue out and stroked it up my neck, nibbling at my earlobe. I squirmed violently and tugged at his lip with my teeth, making him grin.
"You kinky motherfucker!" he hissed, grazing his teeth along my jawline.
"Correction; I'm a kinky Gerard-fucker, remember?" I stated cleverly, trying to keep coherent while I ripped off Gerard's leather jacket, growing more and more desperate.
He was just about to rip apart my black shirt when Mikey banged his bony hand against the leather 3-seater loudly, giving both of us a disapproving glare. "Gerard! Frank! Please, get a room, you two! God!" Mikey said angrily. Me and Gerard chuckled. He sounded like a typical all-American girl. Trust me, it was hilarious.
"And get a room we shall, my dear brother!" Gerard half-growled, half-laughed while grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the basement, upstairs, and into my bedroom (once he found it, of course). Once we were inside, he practically chucked me onto my bed and ripped off my shirt. I laughed and bit my lip.
"Why so horny, baby?" I giggled.
"I really don't know!" he laughed back. "Shall I shut the door behind us?"
"Of course! We don't want any of the guys hearing us, do we?"

He strutted towards the door, showing off his perfect ass, then he shut the door tantalizingly slow, running his tongue around his lips like a horny...well, like a horny whore, actually.
"You're no good over there, are you?" I pouted, pretending to sulk. "Come here." I motioned him towards me, using my index finger to beckon him.
He stalked towards me and crawled onto the bed, staying on all fours, staring at me with a huge grin on my face.
"Oh just fucking come here!" I growled loudly, pulling Gerard towards me by his t-shirt collar and capturing him in a rough kiss. I moaned into his mouth as he nibbled and sucked on my lip ring, then I tugged his t-shirt off.
Fuck the guys, all I need is him. Inside me.

(Mikey's POV)

I continued to create random bass riffs while Ray and Bob argued over Bob's lash-out at Gerard. Ray and Bob arguing sounded like two pissed-up guys squaring each other up outside a bar; loud, aggressive, and laced with visible anger.
"What the hell did you do it for, though?"
"I just needed to know, okay?"
"But you hurt Gerard, like, really badly, man!"
"Doesn't mean I don't feel like an asshole for that!"
Thump.
What the hell? I thought.
"Ohhh, Gera-ah-rd!"
"Erm, guys...?" I shouted, pointing my index finger towards the ceiling.
"What the-" Ray began.
"Shh!"
We sat in silence as we listened out for anything else.
Squeak. Thump. Thump. Squeak.
"Oh, baby, right fucking there! Fu-u-uck, uhh! Harder, God!" Frank's vocal moaning started to turn me on like a switch, but Bob killed the mood when he started to fake-gag.
"Dude, I'm sorry, but I'm outta here!" Ray said frankly, grabbing his Fender and a bottle of WKD.
"Wait for me!" Bob called as he retrieved his 'lucky' drumsticks. Lucky my ass. He caught them at a Misfits gig. From the support act.
"Not without me!" I hollered breathlessly as I scribbled a note before leaving Frank's house.

Frank,

Heard you at it up there, thought you may need some space! ;D
We'll come back same time, next week, okay?

Yours truly,
M xoxoxo~

P.S: Gee can stay in the band :)
P.P.S: Bob says sorry for earlier, he feels like an ass. x

I then placed my now seemingly-decorated note onto his kitchen counter and left clutching my bass guitar, and the sound of Frank-moans engraved into my subconscious, wondering if his little proposition was real, or just to get me off him...

(Frank's POV)

I collapsed onto the bed and ran my fingers through the short, bleach-blonde part of my hair, every inch of my body slick with sex-induced perspiration.
"You're fucking amazing, you know that?" I breathed, watching our chests rise and fall in unison.
"Now I do!" Gee chuckled, sliding his pale arm round my waist.
Oh my God. The guys! Shit! Shit! Shit! I silently panicked as I pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms (which turned out to be Gerard's) and ran downstairs. Nobody around. Oh fuck. I then noticed a small note laying delicately on my kitchen counter, so I picked it up and read it quickly. And, much to my dismay, the guys did indeed leave because of my amazing sex with Gerard. I sighed heavily and started to put away the stuff that Ray had bought, and also kindly placed on the worktop for me. I stopped when I saw a neon-pink envelope amidst all the bottles and packets.

Frank xoxo

Oh shit.

DUN DUN DUUUNNNNN! What has Frank discovered inside the bag? And what lies beneath the neon-pink envelope? Stay tuned to find out guys!

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