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Just as he was about to fall asleep as well, Frank snapped back to full consciousness when his cellphone vibrated from between the cushions on the couch. "Fuuuuck," he complained under his breath, grunting and stretching his free arm to grab it. "Frank Iero," he answered, trying to keep his voice as low as possible. He glanced at the time flashing on the DVD player. "Brian, it's fucking five in the morning. What do you want?" A silence. "If you're kidding me, I swear I'm going to kill you." He smiled slowly. "Yeah, of course. That's because he's with me right now. Sleeping. You bet I'll tell him, he'll love it."
Once he had hung up, Frank carefully lowered his head and planted a kiss right above Gerard's ear. It seemed natural at the time. "Gee-boy. Hey. We're going on tour at the end of the week." He chuckled quietly. "Don't panic. It's all planned out."
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Gerard fell dead asleep before he heard anything more from Frank and started dreaming about a giant piece of buttered toast attacking Japan. It wasn't so strange since everything seems to be attacking Japan now-a-days. Gerard did a bunny twitch with his nose hearing a distant buzzing. Grunting softly, Gerard chose to ignore it and go back to sleep. Curling against Frank felt right and warm like he was supposed to be there, so why spoil the moment just to move away from the sound? As fast as he fell back into his dreamland, he came right out of it as Gerard felt a fuzzy tinglely sensation near his ear.
"Geesus, Frankie! That's my tickle turn on spot!" The touch sent Gerard to spazz out into a sit, anxiously rubbing where the kiss was planted. His face turned crimson as the feeling still lingered, then realizing what Frank just said. "Tour?" Gerard said in a tone that would be presented in a little boy's voice he was just told he was going to Disneyland. He leaned on the couch running his hand threw his black hair. "Where are we going?"
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Frank snorted at the face Gerard made. "We're going to play a few" - he tried to say 'intimate', but for some reason the word got caught in his throat when Gerard inadvertently pushed his palm against Frank's inner thigh in his attempt to sit up - "small venues. We're doing one in Jersey, two in New York. With 30 Seconds to Mars. It's a pretty sweet deal." He grinned. "Brian wanted you to know first, but your phone was off so he figured you'd be with me. He knows you too well."
Normally Frank would have said something along the lines of 'this calls for proper celebration!' and grabbed some wine, but it was completely out of question considering the circumstances. "I'm glad to be stoked about this," the man said instead. "I mean, we've only had a short break but I'm still excited about touring. I must love my job." Love his job, that he did - he fed off the crowd's energy, every night, and delivered an impressively aggressive on-stage performance. Without mentioning the absolute lack of personal boundaries... The thought made his blood pulse through his temples. He sank his teeth in his bottom lip, a bit ashamed and definitely set on not questioning his own motives any further.
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"Don't laugh at me!" Gerard chimed lightly punching Frank in the arm, trying to be mad at Frankie but that was something Gerard just couldn't do. Gerard laughed his failure attempt to hold a small grudge and shook out his hair. "Yeah, I don't think knowing me too much is a good thing. At least for my part. Sounds stalkerish." Gerard chuckled making bear like references with his arms. Why bears? Well Gerard was not quite sure. When he said the word 'stalkerish', bears suddenly appeared in his head. "Thirty Seconds To Mars, you say? Damn, that is a pretty sweet deal. They have kickass songs and Jared Leto is pretty hot himself." Gerard was sobering up more, feeling like his good ol' Gerardy self. He glanced over at his friend beside him with a puzzled look. What was on his mind? Gerard shrugged it off and started at his feet to get up. 'Well I think we should celebrate!" Gerard chimed walking towards the kitchen. Gerard maybe be stupid at times but he was smart enough to know it was not time to start drinking again. Stopping at the refrigerator, Gerard remember that Frank had no food. Shit. Oh well, they would have to go out to celebrate. Gerard looked at the clock on the microwave and grunted. Fucking five.
Gerard left the kitchen, grabbing an empty envelope on the counter along the way and came back to the living room. "New tour! Hell yeah!" Gerard yelled, ripping the envelope into tiny little scraps and toss them in the air over Frankie. Flipping his hair out of his face, Gerard held out his hand for Frankie to get up. "Well that was a fail of a celebration. Let's go to get breakfast somewhere."
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Frank felt a weird sting in his stomach, the kind that's like an itch you can't scratch, when Gerard called Jared Leto "hot". Granted, it was just their thing, to call blokes "hot" or "fucking sexy, man", whether it was jokingly or with envious undertones. But the way Gerard had said it, really simply, devoid of that usual playfulness, made it sound like it meant something entirely different, something Frank wouldn't like. (Although, granted, Jared Leto was pretty hot.) "You don't need to look that far to see hot guys," he told him, puffing his chest. "You have a pretty hot band already."
Frank laughed whole-heartedly when Gerard threw the makeshift confetti above their heads, most of them landing in his hair. "You're fucking crazy." He took a firm grip on the hand offered to him, and got on his feet. He stumbled awkwardly against his friend. Confetti fell out of his hair and stuck to the man's shirt, along his clavicle. "Uhm wait, you have a - " He picked the piece of paper off Gerard's chest, feeling uncharacteristically uneasy as he did so. Too close. He couldn't really look up at Gerard's face, so he took a hesitant step back and swallowed. "Yeah, uh - breakfast. My treat. Anywhere you want." He scratched his lower back. "Although we should get dressed first, you know."
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The laughter Frank produce could bring nothing more a smile to Gerard's face. After tonight's disappointment, it was nice to see that he could make his friend laugh. "Like Hell I am!" Gerard responded proudly when Frank called him crazy. As Frank jumped to his feet, Gerard held him by the shoulder from falling backwards when he bumped into him. Little white confetti's blew out of Frank's hair and onto Gerard shirt. Frankie made business to clean Gerard off. Frank's face was millimeter away from his actual body that Gerard could feel his breath as Frank took the piece of paper off his collarbone. Stepping slightly back at coincidently the same time as Frank did, Gerard sprout a awkward grin with puzzled eyes.
"Oh, you're buying? Awesome. I want waffles." Gerard chuckled shrugging off the scene. He eyed Frank up then down then eyeing his own attire on his way back up. "Well I don't see what's wrong with what we look like now but if you want is to change then so be it." Gerard said in a whatever-you-want kind of tone lifting his shoulders.
Gerard walked into Frank's room again, passing the dreaded mirror untie bathroom. Gerard always had clothes to spare in Frank's house in case he sleep over or just left it there. Though he did love to where the short man's clothing from time to time. "Come on Frank, get your ads in here and change so can get my waffles." He yelled out the door as he rumbled through Frank's closet for something 'decent' to wear.
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"Maybe you," Frank muttered, "but most places have a 'no shirt means no service' policy." He grimaced at the thought of putting any layer of clothing over his chest, already sick of the heat. He grabbed a clean - well, not exactly dirty t-shirt on his way to the bathroom and stared at his reflection for a moment. "What the fuck do you think you're doing...?" he whispered to himself.
Gerard calling out for him brought him back to reality. He splashed cold water on his face and put on his shirt. He quickly realized it was his friend's - it was definitely one size too big and he was pretty certain anything with a Batman logo wasn't part of his wardrobe. Still, he kept it on since Gerard would have (and previously had) done the same thing.
When he stepped out of the room, he immediately caught sight of Gerard, shirtless with his back turned to him. Apparently years of sharing a dressing room were a distant memory; he stood there, staring dumbly, and silently chewed on his bottom lip to avoid saying something stupid. He couldn't tell what was wrong with him - heck, this was Gerard. Gerard and his...soft...pale...back. Fuck. Maybe he should have slept that one out.
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Gerard found a decent simply black shirt in Frank's closet and sniff it to see if it at least didn't smell like dog. Eh, it wasn't too bad, so Gerard dropped it onto Frank's bed and slipped of his jacket. Just as he pulled off his own shirt, Gerard sense a stare casting on him. Turning around, he found Frankie in a distant daze then acknowledged that his friend was wearing his shirt. With a small snort, Gerard walked up to his friend, still shirtless. "Damn, my shirt looks pretty fucking sexy on you." He chimed slyly, taking the bottom ends of the shirt and teasingly played with them up and down.
"It's actually making me quite jealous." Gerard stated a bit wickedly, eyeing Frank up from his lower torso. When he met the shorter mans eyes, Gerard's narrowed his hazels in amusement.
"Take it off."
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Frank swallowed. "I - what?" He wasn't sure what Gerard was doing; or rather, how much he wasn't doing yet implying. The shorter man looked straight into his eyes, completely clueless and confused. "You want me to...take it off?" he repeated, making sure he had heard correctly. His friend's expression didn't falter. It was unusual, and he could have sworn Gerard wasn't inebriated anymore. Maybe he was looking for things that weren't really there. After all, they did joke a lot and called each other 'sexy' all the time. (It had never been followed by a request to strip but hey, there's a first time for everything, right?)
The man smirked, seemingly catching on to what he supposed what some sort of dare. "You're jealous? Seriously?" he asked, one eyebrow raised doubtfully. He briefly considered making a vulgar joke about how he was probably jealous of the shirt, but refrained for the sake of decency. "If you want me to take it off," he continued, smiling defiantly, "make me."
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Gerard loved the cluelessness in his friend's face. It was... Cute. He bit down in the tip of his tongue as Frank looked up into his eyes. Gerard knew what he wanted and he could see that Frank wanted to play games as well. He knew Frank wouldn't let him have 'his shirt back' so easily.
The cockiness of Frank's eyes intrigued Gerard as did the comment that followed. 'Make me', he said, a comment that would only echo in Gerard head. He accepted the challenge given to him with a smirk. "Like hell I will." Gerard responded, tackling Frankie onto the unmade bed behind him. Gerard ignore any struggling that shorter man did, focusing on only one thing; to get frank out of his batman shirt.
He straddled his friend, digging his up the shirt and pulled it off in a staggered movement. He took the shirt and rested in on his shoulder, behind the neck. "You know I was going to win, so why even play the game?" Gerard spoke coy, looking down at Frankie's tiny body. So soft... And smooth with beautiful art marked upon it like a canvas. How Gerard want so badly to ornament it with his own creations. With his own hands.
Gerard has had these desires for a long time but as of now, he had no idea why they were piling on his so strongly.
Gerard's eyes were distant as he lower his torso to gently lay on top of Frank's as he spread out his friend's arms with his own hands, intertwining their fingers. "Can we play another game?" Gerard teased in a huffed whisper, bring his mouth to the end of Frank jaw line.
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Frank's overconfident facade crumbled in a nanosecond once Gerard had him pinned to the mattress. He did struggle, aggressively even, since Gerard was significantly taller and heavier than him. He pushed his thumbs underneath the man's clavicles in an attempt to free himself, but without much success. It didn't take long before he was forced to surrender and had his (erm, Gerard's) shirt taken off none too delicately.
"You," Frank started, the word getting caught in his throat as he was too focused on Gerard's body against him. "You could have been more of a gentleman and let me win, hey." When the man lowered himself onto him and whispered against his cheek, however, it became very clear Frank wasn't ever going to get the upper hand of...whatever it was they were doing. He squeezed Gerard's hands slightly, exhaling. Part of him wanted to warn him it was a terrible idea, and that insignificant amount of teasing was already making him uncomfortable in more than one way. It was bound to make everything horribly awkward - especially considering the position Frank was in.
The rational side of his brain, however, had apparently chosen that time to take a holiday. "Yes?" was the answer that came out, weak and hesitant. He however forced himself to steady his gaze and tried to appear undisturbed - as much as humanly possible, that is - by Gerard's proximity and warmth. "Anything."
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A greedy smirk creped upon lips as the man behind accepted his initiation for a new game. Surely, Frank knew the buzz from the alcohol had faded away, but Gerard was completely intoxicated by the moment right now. What was he getting himself into? Well it seemed that Gerard did really care what was happening. He just went along with the flow.
Looking down at Frank, Gerard released his right hand from Frank's grip and moved any stray from the smaller man's face. "I promise I'll let you win this time." He lightly kissed Frank on the forehead. Then his neck. Between his breast. Right below his navel, with a little nip as a sneak attack. Spying move his hand to the opening of Frank's hands, Gerard sent libidinous eyes up at the other. Biting his lip, Gerard looked at what he was buttoning and snickered. "Well, hello batman, it seems we meet again." Gerard had a sexy laugh going on until he actually realize why he said. Did he just call Frank's dick… Batman?
Gerard started laughing idiotically at his choice of words and got off Frank, shaking his head knowingly. "Wooh, man, I say the stupidest things." Gerard laughed, wiping his eyes from calling it batman. Damn. Gerard looked down at Frank on the bed. "I'm done with my game. You can zip up now." Gerard said patting Frank's crotch. He grabbed Frank's shirt that he was going to put on and toss his shirt to frank. "I'm hungry. Can we go eat waffles now?"
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Gerard's kisses and touches sent jolts through Frank's entire body; he punctuated each of them with low, quiet inhaling, his breath hitching in his throat. It was anything but fair, how his friend could control him so easily, render him weak and powerless and absolutely unable to think straight - in every sense of the word. He barely paid any attention to how his dick had apparently been baptized without his consent. By the time Gerard's fingers were on the zipper of his pants, Frank was absolutely certain it was happening, whatever "it" was, and was so caught in the moment that he didn't formulate the slightest attempt to protest.
When Gerard stopped, however, he regained his senses almost immediately. He shot him a look of utter disbelief, saying that's it? without actually saying anything, simply staring. His cheeks were hot; he felt feverish. He watched as Gerard didn't even take his shirt and picked the other one instead. What had all of this been about? Teasing, of course, but - argh. That had maybe gone a little too far.
"Didn't win anything," he mumbled, quickly rolling to the side, grabbing his shirt, and not yet buttoning his pants because...well. "You," he pointed his index at Gerard's face, "are fucking evil, man." He slipped off the bed. Literally slipped. Clutching the shirt. Well fuck, he was going to die of embarrassment. Spontaneously catch on fire and turn to ashes on the spot, maybe. "I - Wait for me downstairs. Yeah? I'll be there in a minute. Then. Waffles." He got up and dashed straight to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind him. He didn't move an inch until he heard Gerard's footsteps, confirming he was doing as he was told and going to wait elsewhere.
"Holyfuckinghell," he sighed, back pressed against the door. The situation was absolutely ridiculous and there was no way to save face now. None. Still, he didn't have many options - with Gerard being a goddamn cocktease, he'd just have to, erm, 'take the matter into his own hands'. Literally.
Once he was able to walk out of the bathroom and not look like the most depraved human being on the face of the planet (which took two minutes top with the kind of visual material he had, goddammit) he was faced with a dilemma. He could either a) laugh about it, even throw in a "well, Batman is always ready for action!" for good measure, or b) pretend he had spent the last three minutes washing his hands or gazing at the shower curtain or doing virtually anything but jerking off. He opted for the latter.
"M'sorry I made you wait, let's go." His face was purposely devoid of emotion; so was his tone. Otherwise, let's bet he would have looked and sounded downright mortified by the recent events.
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