But.. What About Gerard? Pt 1

But… You Usually Do That To Gerard

Ray's POV

Tonight was like any other night whenever we were touring. Sleep in a cramped bunk on a tour bus, try to find something to do during the day time, and play a show for at least two and half hours. Maybe three. You see, my band just released a new album and we're on tour again. It came out about a month or so ago. Whenever we're playing a concert Frank, our rhythm guitarist, will go up to our singer, Gerard, and do… interesting things to him. They say they do these things for all the homophobes out there, but sometimes I begin to wonder. Ever since that one show during the Projekt Revolution Tour, people have been louder during our shows. Which is nice, but sometimes it feels like people are here for the sexy things they do to each other, and not the music. Ah well, this'll be just like any other show we've played. Or so I thought it was.

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Frank's POV

I think I'm going to do something different tonight. Everyone says that Ray doesn't get as much popularity as the rest of us. Which is bullshit, might I add. So, I'll do to him what I normally do to Gerard. He won't suspect a thing. The thing is though.. Every time I was doing those things to Gerard in the past, I was thinking of Ray the whole time. What? Don't give me that look. There's someone out there that you wanna do things to, but people will shun you for it, isn't there? That's what I thought. Anyway, I'm going to make a change of plans tonight.

At The Concert

The show was going great so far. We played two songs off of our new album, and everyone went crazy. We decided to play one of our Revenge album. You Don't Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison started playing, and I made my way over to Ray's side of the stage. I kissed his cheek to start off. He looked really surprised. Good, everything was working.

Ray's POV

What the hell?? I was just doin' my thing and Frank decides to kiss me on the cheek. I'm married for God's sake! So is he!! Although.. I didn't hate it. What the hell?! What am I thinking?? Calm down Ray, the show will be over soon and you can ask him what the hell he was thinking out there. Before I could keep thinking Frank came over here, again, but this time squeezes my ass. Sigh. Do those kind of things to Gerard, Frank. I didn't hate that either though. Dammit!

Once the show was over I went to Frank's dressing room and knocked on the door harder than I anticipated. He opened the door with an evil grin on his face. Had he been expecting me? He grabbed my arm and dragged me in there and shoved me on a chair. He sat down on top of me with both of his legs on the outside of my thighs. Uhh… Wha?? He crashed our lips together before I could protest. I got sucked into the kiss, closing my eyes. He tangled his hands in my hair, deepening the kiss.

I whimpered a bit in defeat and I felt his lips smirk against mine. That little bitch. I felt my pants begin to feel tighter than they were a few minutes ago. Dammit. I pulled away, and he looked disappointed. "Frank, I came in here to ask you what the hell you were thinking out there." He giggled his famous giggle and shifted a bit on my lap. "Don't act like you didn't love it, Ray. I mean, look." He pointed to my pants, and I blushed. "See? Don't deny it, Toro." Before I could reply he smashed our lips together once again. I hate it when he's right.