A Waste of Time
Title: A Waste of Time [1/?]
Author: 6_pack_apathy
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
POV: 3rd - Frank-centric
Summary: Frank and Gerard start a casual relationship when the band first starts touring but as the years go on it looks like one of them may have deeper feelings than the other.
Warnings: Sexual content, strong language, drug use
Disclaimer: I made it up.
Previous Chapters:
Prologue
Gerard was shifting closer to Frank in the van. It was late and all Frank could see out the windows was dark corn fields speeding by at eighty miles an hour. He could hear Mikey snoring in the back, Ray quietly singing to the almost muted radio while he drove, and the even breathing of Otter in the next seat up.
Frank should have been sleeping, he had the morning drive. Instead he was finishing off a joint he’d rolled after their last show, ashing in one of the built in cup holders, and hoping that he was just a couple puffs away from precious sleep.
But now Gerard was shimmying in closer. Frank could smell him, even over the weed right in front of his face. He was pretty sure his friend was on day eight without a shower.
“Share?”
Just one whispered word and Frank knew that Gerard was fucked up. If the slurring wasn’t enough then the bad beer breath was the second tip off.
Against Frank’s better judgment he went ahead and passed it. Gerard made a pretty excellent drug buddy and was usually off with Mikey - his Chemical Brother - when the van wasn’t in motion.
Even though Frank gone through the recording process and several local shows with all the guys he still felt like an outsider sometimes - like the new guy. He stil wasn’t comfortable enough with the group to pass up bonding opportunities.
“Thanks,” Gerard whispered again and ruffled Frank’s dreadlocks.
He took a mega hit and held it in for ages before grabbing the back of Frank’s head and bringing their faces together. Just before their lips touched, Gerard began to exhale the smoke into the younger man’s parted lips. In the middle of the smoke kiss, Frank felt Gerard’s tongue run along his bottom teeth. He pulled away, stoned eyes as wide as they’d go and smoke slowly seeping from his still open mouth.
Gerard licked his own lips slowly. His eyes were half-lidded and he looked just as fucked up as he had before, only now maybe a little more pleased. He passed the roach back to Frank, who stubbed it out in the cup holder without a second thought.
“You should probably go to sleep,” Gerard slurred. The suggestion didn’t sound nearly as sleazy as Frank would have imagined it coming from a wasted rock singer who now had a hand on his knee. “You drive in the morning, right?”
Frank noticed Ray’s tired eyes staring at him in the rearview mirror and swallowed any protests he might have had about Gerard touching him. No need to make a big deal out of nothing.
“Yeah.” As soon as he had agreed, Frank realized how shaky his voice sounded and started giggling at the ridiculousness of everything. He just shared a smoke kiss with one of the dudes in his band. It was nothing to be freaked out about just because it was late and they were as alone as you could be in a tour van.
Gerard was giggling too and it made Frank feel much more sure of himself and the situation. He started to slouch against the back of the seat and turned to his side to face his friend. Gerard had started to do the same thing and soon both of them had comfortably shifted positions so Frank’s head was in Gerard’s lap.
As he started drifting to sleep, he could feel Gerard’s fingers tangling gently with his dreadlocks….
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The five of them were standing around their now empty trailer behind some shitty bar in Colorado. Frank had huge black X’s across each of his fists and was holding a beer in one and a cigarette in another - just like everyone else, minus the X’s.
This part of the evening had become ritual to Frank. Gerard and Mikey were both already pretty fucked up at this point but Ray, Otter, and himself were all stone cold sober. To remedy this quickly, the band would try and shotgun three or four beers before going on stage. Usually it was enough to get Frank feeling pretty loose, which was good because he wasn’t allowed to drink after they got inside and they’d been kicked out of more than a couple of venues because Frank had tried to steal some of Ray’s extras on stage.
Gerard pulled his switchblade from his hoodie pocket and everyone else followed similar suit. Frank was personally balancing his beer and cigarette in one hand and holding a pocket knife in the other.
The five of them stabbed the bottoms of their cans, brought it to their faces, then popped the tops. It was cheap Keystone and it was kind of warm. Frank resisted the urge to vomit from the taste and relaxed his throat. He was the first to finish and threw down his can in triumph then took a drag from his neglected cigarette.
When Gerard finished he wiped some beer from his face and smiled big, his eyes were only partly open behind the mop of greasy black hair. “Damn, Iero can swallow.”
Frank just burped long and loud in response. Otter slapped his back while Ray used the sleeve of his pit-stained shirt to cover his nose and Mikey laughed like he was on an upper.
“I finish before you again and you have to promise to shower tonight,” Frank said to Gerard.
A couple of the guys snickered at the challenge and then they were all grabbing more beer for the next shotgun. Frank out-chugged Gerard for the next two rounds and was cut off from a fourth round when he started puking warm beer all over the trailer hitch.
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After the show they were all piled back in the van. Gerard, Otter, and Ray were drinking while Frank tried to roll a joint from the new dimebag he’d picked up from a bartender. More than once he had to threaten Mikey’s life if his shitty driving made him spill any weed.
Two hours later and they were pulling into a twenty-four hour truck stop. When everyone else was running inside to piss, or grab beer, or food, or smokes, or whatever else Frank was pulling his shampoo and soap on a rope out of his bag in the back and heading behind the truck stop.
At this point in his life, he’d become pretty pro at showering on the road and tried to do it every day or at least after every show. Unfortunately he couldn’t always get a legit shower but he’d picked up a few tricks to make it work.
He glanced into the bathrooms in the back; first the men’s, it smelled like shit and there was definitely a glory hole; then the women’s, it also smelled like shit and there was no drain on the floor. With a sigh, Frank lit a cigarette and started searching behind the building for a hose. The water was ice cold and there was zero water pressure but a cold hose shower was better than no shower at all.
With the hose on and spewing water all over the gravel, Frank tugged off his t-shirt and then his shorts. For a second he thought about taking off his beat up vans but saw what looked like shattered glass gleaming under the security light and decided against it.
The soap on a rope was hooked around his arm while he picked up the hose and tried to spray himself down as quickly and thoroughly as possible. No matter how many times he’d done this, he could never stop himself from squealing like a girl at the first spray.
Behind him, Frank heard quiet giggles. He spun around, shampoo in one hand, soap on the other arm, and his half-finished cigarette dangling from his lips. Gerard was standing there, leaning against the back of the truck stop for support while he tried to suppress his giggles.
“What’s so funny,” Frank asked as he poured some shampoo into his hand and massaged it into his dreadlocks, “you’re next.”
“Not a chance,” Gerard replied. He lit a cigarette and slowly walked closer until he was leaning between the hose spout and wall.
“Oh yeah?” Frank flipped his sudsy head over, let the cigarette drop from his mouth, and started to spray the water over his hair with one hand while the other squeezed at each individual dreadlock until the water ran clear. With his wet hair covering his face, Gerard couldn’t see his devilish grin. “A deal’s a deal.” He took a second to spray his chest and arms while his head was upside down before flipping his hair and turning the hose to spray Gerard down.
“What the fuck, Iero!?”
For a second Frank swore he saw Gerard’s eyes bug out of his head. His nasty, sweat-ruined leather jacket and Motorhead t-shirt were both soaked through. The water was seeping down to his faded baggy jeans and Frank could see beads of water on the very tips of Gerard’s long hair.
Frank stopped and let Gerard catch his breath. “You’ve gotta shower today, Way,” he managed between silent laughs. He started to lather the soap on a rope between his hands then ran it across his chest and stomach. “Now either you can take your clothes off and have a shower like a big boy or…” Frank started to hose himself off before rubbing the soap under his pits and letting it slip under his soaked boxers, “you can get some of your laundry done too.”
Gerard inhaled hard on his cigarette, trying to burn through the couple of wet patches on it. “I’m not taking a fucking shower.”
Despite trying to sound mad, Frank noticed his friend didn’t look it at all. Once Frank had totally rinsed himself he sprayed Gerard again, grinning wide when the taller man broke into a shrill laugh.
“Okay - okay! Fuck, just let me get out of my clothes!”
With a satisfied smirk, Frank dropped the hose and went to grab his cigarettes from his pants. When he’d lit up and looked back he saw Gerard stuck with only one arm out of his jacket and his shirt up to his chest and stuck to his face.
“Here.” Frank came closer, cigarette set firmly between his pursed lips, and pulled the wet jacket off first then started to help pull the shirt over Gerard’s head.
The wet fabric peeled away slowly and caught on Gerard’s tangled hair. By the time it was off though, Frank realized how close he was to Gerard. He could feel the older man’s body heat against his cold, wet skin and it gave him goosebumps. Before he knew what he was doing, Frank had started to unbutton and unzip Gerard’s jeans.
With a laugh, Gerard took a step away so his naked back was leaning against the concrete wall. “I think I got that part,” he said between high giggles. Suddenly his hips were thrust so far outward that the hem of his jeans was brushing against Frank’s fingertips, which were still frozen in place from undoing Gerard’s pants. “But you can help if you want,” he breathed.
Like he was on autopilot, Frank started undoing Gerard’s pants again. His fingers fumbled on Gerard’s boxers, like he wanted to take them off but didn’t know if he should. Gerard reached an arm up to pull the cigarette from Frank’s mouth and then snaked it around so his hand was plastered between Frank’s shoulder blades and he was pulling the younger man up against him so that their lips crashed together.
It was nothing like the smoke kiss from the night before. Frank was much more sober and he was pretty sure Gerard was too. He opened his mouth and felt his teeth bump against the older man’s before their tongues twirled together.
His hands found their way up and fisted Gerard’s hair. He could feel Gerard’s hand on his back moving down, nails dragging hard, until he used both hands to cup Frank’s ass. A moan ripped out of Frank’s throat that he didn’t know he was capable of making, he pushed his hips up against Gerard’s, and even though he was freezing he was so fucking hard. It felt like Gerard was too - or at least he was getting there.
“Woop! Hey faggots!”
The two broke a part immediately only to see Mikey sitting on Ray’s shoulders, the end of a fruit-by-the-foot in both of their mouths. Mikey bit off his end of the candy and held it in one hand while the other was in a fist, pumping up and down in the air.
“Give us a show!”
Frank’s eyes darted around, desperately searching for his towel. It took a minute for him to realize he’d forgotten it. His face burning bright red, Frank pulled his dirty t-shirt over his sopping wet torso, grabbed his pants, and ran to the van. All he could do was pray that his hard-on wasn’t noticeable by the guys as he blazed past.
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A few hours later and Frank was curled up in the van wearing his last clean pair of sweat pants and a clean hoodie that wasn’t his (maybe it belonged to Ray, he was pretty good about keeping his shit clean). He was still fucking mortified and the guys had been giving him a hard time until they one-by-one passed out. Now it was just him awake in the back, his fourth or fifth beer in hand, and Gerard awake at the wheel.
“Iero?”
Frank heard Gerard softly call his name, so quiet it wouldn’t wake up any of their passed out band mates. His first instinct was to pretend to be asleep, but that was hard to do when Gerard had no doubt heard him slurping on his beer just a second ago and now they’d locked eyes in the rearview mirror.
“Yeah?” He tried to be quiet, his voice cracked, Otter stirred on the other side of the seat from Frank but didn’t wake.
“I’m starting to feel tired, will you talk to me and keep me awake?”
He couldn’t read Gerard’s expression from the dark mirror. His voice was so soft and inviting though. Frank bit his lip.
“Frank? Please?”
He didn’t have to think any more. Frank started crawling over seats and his sleeping friends to get to the front. When he finally settled in, he looked over at Gerard. The front man hadn’t been kidding, he really looked exhausted.
“So…” Frank didn’t really know what to say, normally conversation came pretty easily between him and Gerard but after the past two days - especially after earlier that night - Frank felt uncomfortable.
“Are you still seeing that girl,” Gerard thankfully interrupted, “uh, Jamie?”
“Jamia,” Frank corrected. Most guys would get annoyed about the mispronunciation but Frank was used to it at this point. He just took it in stride. “Yeah,” he continued, “two years and going strong.”
“You guys meet at a show?” Gerard’s voice was unreadable, other than tired, and his eyes stayed trained on the road.
“No,” Frank didn’t like that the guy who’d just been grabbing his ass and making out with was asking about his girlfriend - it sent up some major red flags but he continued on with caution, “we met in high school and started dating senior year.”
Gerard nodded and risked tearing his eyes away from the road to glance at Frank. It had to have only been a second but it felt like fucking forever.
“That’s cool,” Gerard said at length, his eyes slowly peeled away and returned to the road, “you know I’m not, like, some psycho that’s hell bent on destroying your relationship for the fuck of it.” Although the question was rhetorical, Gerard made it sound like he was pretty sure Frank didn’t know.
“Yeah, it’s whatever, man.” He tried to play it cool but was pretty sure he was failing miserably.
“Just… shit gets crazy on the road sometimes, you know?”
“Yeah, I remember from when I was in Pencey,” Frank didn’t mean to sound so defensive, he just didn’t like when the guys would treat him like a child when he’d probably spent more time on the road than all of them.
Gerard cracked a lopsided smile. “I don’t know how you guys did things but I just hit that point sometimes when my hand’s just not doing it for me, you know?”
Frank let out a sigh that sounded like a low hiss, did he ever know it. “Yeah, man, I get it.” After a minute of thought he turned his head fully to look at Gerard. “But you don’t have a girlfriend back home, do you?”
“No,” Gerard admitted, “but there are a couple of girls I’m seeing back in Jersey… Nothing serious,” he added quickly. “It’s just that I don’t feel comfortable fucking someone I’m not going to have some kind of relationship with and when we make it big I don’t want a bunch of chicks coming out saying I’m the father to their children or sharing sex stories about me.”
“So if you can’t fuck your girls back home and you can’t fuck on the road…” Frank was pretty sure he had this thing figured out but he was also pretty drunk.
“I didn’t say I couldn’t fuck on the road.” Frank felt Gerard’s warm hand touching his knee like it had last night. “I said I couldn’t fuck random people.”
Frank sucked in a breath and bit his lower lip. He felt like he was in high school. It was weird and thrilling and terrifying. “So you want me…”
“Only if you feel the same way,” God, Gerard’s voice was so quiet and sweet and he sounded almost sober. The sun was rising on the horizon and they were driving straight into it. Gerard looked a lot less tired with the dim pink light on his face. “If you don’t want it to get back to Jamia, that’s fine - I wont ever bother you about it off tour - and if you want to tell her then that’s fine too.”
“So you want me to… to just let you fuck me whenever you’re horny and lonely?” Frank really didn’t mean to sound like such an asshole or a girl about it. He was still trying to wrap his beer-glazed brain around Gerard’s proposition.
“I like making other people feel good. I’m a giver not a taker-“ even in Frank’s drunk state he understood the double meaning to that “-and I know that you’re into guys too and I know that you and I are going to be friends for a long time. I know I can trust you with this.”
Gerard glanced at Frank then back at the road then back at Frank again. He leaned across the center consol and pressed his lips quickly against the younger man’s before focusing on the road again.
“All right,” Frank finally said, “just when we’re on the road - when Jamia’s not visiting… I can do that.”
A cocky smile slid across Gerard’s face. “All right,” he agreed, “then why don’t I give you some relief since I got you so worked up earlier?”
Although Gerard’s eyes never strayed from the road, the hand that’d been on Frank’s knee had started to travel up his thigh until it was rubbing small circles over the growing bulge in the front of Frank’s sweats.
“Of fuck,” Frank murmured as he shifted in his seat so that his crotch was a little easier for Gerard to reach. Suddenly he tensed and looked over his shoulder. “Wait,” he instructed Gerard, who instantly froze, “the guys-“
“-The guys will be asleep until we stop for breakfast, you know that. Just keep quiet.” He didn’t wait for Frank to protest any further, Gerard dove his hand under the elastic of Frank’s sweats. “No underwear?”
Rather than answer, Frank bit his lip and lifted his hips up so he could pull his pants down his thighs and let his hard cock spring out.
The whole time Gerard’s eyes never left the road and Frank’s teeth remained clenched shut as he tried to keep his breathing quiet and even. “Fuck, Gerard, I’m gonna-“ Frank whimpered into his arm and nearly cried out when Gerard pulled his hand away.
“Grab a shirt from the back real quick,” the older man instructed.
Frank immediately dove his arm behind his seat, jerking his head around when he realized he’d been feeling over Ray’s hair for a good couple of seconds. He paused long enough to make sure the other guitarist was still asleep before grabbing a black t-shirt he saw on the ground. Quickly he handed it to Gerard who took his eyes off the road only to lay the shirt across Frank’s lower thighs.
“Just use that to catch everything,” Gerard said and then his hand was back over Frank’s cock, pumping quickly.
Frank could see Gerard’s lips narrow in concentration and his left hand grip the steering wheel tighter as his pace quickened. At this point, Frank had both hands clasping at the T-shirt. His hips were starting to rock with Gerard’s fist and if he weren’t so into it he’d be embarrassed at how little self control he had.
Finally Frank took a deep breath and bit down hard on his lip. He started cumming and it was all he could do to remember and pull the shirt up to the head of his cock. Gerard kept stroking Frank through his orgasm until the younger man had to push his hand away.
Even though it was Frank who’d just cum, Gerard was panting. When Frank had caught his breath and come down enough he glanced over and saw Gerard tenting pretty badly, even in his jeans.
“You taste good...” Frank looked up a bit and saw Gerard’s little pink tongue darting out to lick some of Frank’s mess off his hand. The younger man blushed and knew that if he weren’t so spent the sight would’ve been enough to get him hard again.
After a few more seconds of comfortable silence, when Frank was breathing completely normally again, a click of realization crossed his mind.
“Oh!” He whispered and pulled up his pants then started to lean across the consol to reach for Gerard’s crotch.
Gerard grabbed his hand quickly and pushed it away. “Not while I’m driving,” he said calmly, “next time I want to make sure I can get you somewhere you can make some noise.” Frank blushed a little more at the comment but brought his hand back to his own lap. Gerard chanced another glance over at Frank and saw how drained he looked. “Go ahead and try to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we stop.”
Giving a tired nod, Frank shifted in his seat to lean his head up against the window and drifted off.
--
That night when they played, Frank wasn’t able to focus on what he was doing. He couldn’t help but be distracted by the crusty transparent stains on the shirt Gerard chose to wear and recall exactly how they got there.
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Author: 6_pack_apathy
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
POV: 3rd - Frank-centric
Summary: Frank and Gerard start a casual relationship when the band first starts touring but as the years go on it looks like one of them may have deeper feelings than the other.
Warnings: Sexual content, strong language, drug use
Disclaimer: I made it up.
Previous Chapters:
Prologue
Gerard was shifting closer to Frank in the van. It was late and all Frank could see out the windows was dark corn fields speeding by at eighty miles an hour. He could hear Mikey snoring in the back, Ray quietly singing to the almost muted radio while he drove, and the even breathing of Otter in the next seat up.
Frank should have been sleeping, he had the morning drive. Instead he was finishing off a joint he’d rolled after their last show, ashing in one of the built in cup holders, and hoping that he was just a couple puffs away from precious sleep.
But now Gerard was shimmying in closer. Frank could smell him, even over the weed right in front of his face. He was pretty sure his friend was on day eight without a shower.
“Share?”
Just one whispered word and Frank knew that Gerard was fucked up. If the slurring wasn’t enough then the bad beer breath was the second tip off.
Against Frank’s better judgment he went ahead and passed it. Gerard made a pretty excellent drug buddy and was usually off with Mikey - his Chemical Brother - when the van wasn’t in motion.
Even though Frank gone through the recording process and several local shows with all the guys he still felt like an outsider sometimes - like the new guy. He stil wasn’t comfortable enough with the group to pass up bonding opportunities.
“Thanks,” Gerard whispered again and ruffled Frank’s dreadlocks.
He took a mega hit and held it in for ages before grabbing the back of Frank’s head and bringing their faces together. Just before their lips touched, Gerard began to exhale the smoke into the younger man’s parted lips. In the middle of the smoke kiss, Frank felt Gerard’s tongue run along his bottom teeth. He pulled away, stoned eyes as wide as they’d go and smoke slowly seeping from his still open mouth.
Gerard licked his own lips slowly. His eyes were half-lidded and he looked just as fucked up as he had before, only now maybe a little more pleased. He passed the roach back to Frank, who stubbed it out in the cup holder without a second thought.
“You should probably go to sleep,” Gerard slurred. The suggestion didn’t sound nearly as sleazy as Frank would have imagined it coming from a wasted rock singer who now had a hand on his knee. “You drive in the morning, right?”
Frank noticed Ray’s tired eyes staring at him in the rearview mirror and swallowed any protests he might have had about Gerard touching him. No need to make a big deal out of nothing.
“Yeah.” As soon as he had agreed, Frank realized how shaky his voice sounded and started giggling at the ridiculousness of everything. He just shared a smoke kiss with one of the dudes in his band. It was nothing to be freaked out about just because it was late and they were as alone as you could be in a tour van.
Gerard was giggling too and it made Frank feel much more sure of himself and the situation. He started to slouch against the back of the seat and turned to his side to face his friend. Gerard had started to do the same thing and soon both of them had comfortably shifted positions so Frank’s head was in Gerard’s lap.
As he started drifting to sleep, he could feel Gerard’s fingers tangling gently with his dreadlocks….
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The five of them were standing around their now empty trailer behind some shitty bar in Colorado. Frank had huge black X’s across each of his fists and was holding a beer in one and a cigarette in another - just like everyone else, minus the X’s.
This part of the evening had become ritual to Frank. Gerard and Mikey were both already pretty fucked up at this point but Ray, Otter, and himself were all stone cold sober. To remedy this quickly, the band would try and shotgun three or four beers before going on stage. Usually it was enough to get Frank feeling pretty loose, which was good because he wasn’t allowed to drink after they got inside and they’d been kicked out of more than a couple of venues because Frank had tried to steal some of Ray’s extras on stage.
Gerard pulled his switchblade from his hoodie pocket and everyone else followed similar suit. Frank was personally balancing his beer and cigarette in one hand and holding a pocket knife in the other.
The five of them stabbed the bottoms of their cans, brought it to their faces, then popped the tops. It was cheap Keystone and it was kind of warm. Frank resisted the urge to vomit from the taste and relaxed his throat. He was the first to finish and threw down his can in triumph then took a drag from his neglected cigarette.
When Gerard finished he wiped some beer from his face and smiled big, his eyes were only partly open behind the mop of greasy black hair. “Damn, Iero can swallow.”
Frank just burped long and loud in response. Otter slapped his back while Ray used the sleeve of his pit-stained shirt to cover his nose and Mikey laughed like he was on an upper.
“I finish before you again and you have to promise to shower tonight,” Frank said to Gerard.
A couple of the guys snickered at the challenge and then they were all grabbing more beer for the next shotgun. Frank out-chugged Gerard for the next two rounds and was cut off from a fourth round when he started puking warm beer all over the trailer hitch.
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After the show they were all piled back in the van. Gerard, Otter, and Ray were drinking while Frank tried to roll a joint from the new dimebag he’d picked up from a bartender. More than once he had to threaten Mikey’s life if his shitty driving made him spill any weed.
Two hours later and they were pulling into a twenty-four hour truck stop. When everyone else was running inside to piss, or grab beer, or food, or smokes, or whatever else Frank was pulling his shampoo and soap on a rope out of his bag in the back and heading behind the truck stop.
At this point in his life, he’d become pretty pro at showering on the road and tried to do it every day or at least after every show. Unfortunately he couldn’t always get a legit shower but he’d picked up a few tricks to make it work.
He glanced into the bathrooms in the back; first the men’s, it smelled like shit and there was definitely a glory hole; then the women’s, it also smelled like shit and there was no drain on the floor. With a sigh, Frank lit a cigarette and started searching behind the building for a hose. The water was ice cold and there was zero water pressure but a cold hose shower was better than no shower at all.
With the hose on and spewing water all over the gravel, Frank tugged off his t-shirt and then his shorts. For a second he thought about taking off his beat up vans but saw what looked like shattered glass gleaming under the security light and decided against it.
The soap on a rope was hooked around his arm while he picked up the hose and tried to spray himself down as quickly and thoroughly as possible. No matter how many times he’d done this, he could never stop himself from squealing like a girl at the first spray.
Behind him, Frank heard quiet giggles. He spun around, shampoo in one hand, soap on the other arm, and his half-finished cigarette dangling from his lips. Gerard was standing there, leaning against the back of the truck stop for support while he tried to suppress his giggles.
“What’s so funny,” Frank asked as he poured some shampoo into his hand and massaged it into his dreadlocks, “you’re next.”
“Not a chance,” Gerard replied. He lit a cigarette and slowly walked closer until he was leaning between the hose spout and wall.
“Oh yeah?” Frank flipped his sudsy head over, let the cigarette drop from his mouth, and started to spray the water over his hair with one hand while the other squeezed at each individual dreadlock until the water ran clear. With his wet hair covering his face, Gerard couldn’t see his devilish grin. “A deal’s a deal.” He took a second to spray his chest and arms while his head was upside down before flipping his hair and turning the hose to spray Gerard down.
“What the fuck, Iero!?”
For a second Frank swore he saw Gerard’s eyes bug out of his head. His nasty, sweat-ruined leather jacket and Motorhead t-shirt were both soaked through. The water was seeping down to his faded baggy jeans and Frank could see beads of water on the very tips of Gerard’s long hair.
Frank stopped and let Gerard catch his breath. “You’ve gotta shower today, Way,” he managed between silent laughs. He started to lather the soap on a rope between his hands then ran it across his chest and stomach. “Now either you can take your clothes off and have a shower like a big boy or…” Frank started to hose himself off before rubbing the soap under his pits and letting it slip under his soaked boxers, “you can get some of your laundry done too.”
Gerard inhaled hard on his cigarette, trying to burn through the couple of wet patches on it. “I’m not taking a fucking shower.”
Despite trying to sound mad, Frank noticed his friend didn’t look it at all. Once Frank had totally rinsed himself he sprayed Gerard again, grinning wide when the taller man broke into a shrill laugh.
“Okay - okay! Fuck, just let me get out of my clothes!”
With a satisfied smirk, Frank dropped the hose and went to grab his cigarettes from his pants. When he’d lit up and looked back he saw Gerard stuck with only one arm out of his jacket and his shirt up to his chest and stuck to his face.
“Here.” Frank came closer, cigarette set firmly between his pursed lips, and pulled the wet jacket off first then started to help pull the shirt over Gerard’s head.
The wet fabric peeled away slowly and caught on Gerard’s tangled hair. By the time it was off though, Frank realized how close he was to Gerard. He could feel the older man’s body heat against his cold, wet skin and it gave him goosebumps. Before he knew what he was doing, Frank had started to unbutton and unzip Gerard’s jeans.
With a laugh, Gerard took a step away so his naked back was leaning against the concrete wall. “I think I got that part,” he said between high giggles. Suddenly his hips were thrust so far outward that the hem of his jeans was brushing against Frank’s fingertips, which were still frozen in place from undoing Gerard’s pants. “But you can help if you want,” he breathed.
Like he was on autopilot, Frank started undoing Gerard’s pants again. His fingers fumbled on Gerard’s boxers, like he wanted to take them off but didn’t know if he should. Gerard reached an arm up to pull the cigarette from Frank’s mouth and then snaked it around so his hand was plastered between Frank’s shoulder blades and he was pulling the younger man up against him so that their lips crashed together.
It was nothing like the smoke kiss from the night before. Frank was much more sober and he was pretty sure Gerard was too. He opened his mouth and felt his teeth bump against the older man’s before their tongues twirled together.
His hands found their way up and fisted Gerard’s hair. He could feel Gerard’s hand on his back moving down, nails dragging hard, until he used both hands to cup Frank’s ass. A moan ripped out of Frank’s throat that he didn’t know he was capable of making, he pushed his hips up against Gerard’s, and even though he was freezing he was so fucking hard. It felt like Gerard was too - or at least he was getting there.
“Woop! Hey faggots!”
The two broke a part immediately only to see Mikey sitting on Ray’s shoulders, the end of a fruit-by-the-foot in both of their mouths. Mikey bit off his end of the candy and held it in one hand while the other was in a fist, pumping up and down in the air.
“Give us a show!”
Frank’s eyes darted around, desperately searching for his towel. It took a minute for him to realize he’d forgotten it. His face burning bright red, Frank pulled his dirty t-shirt over his sopping wet torso, grabbed his pants, and ran to the van. All he could do was pray that his hard-on wasn’t noticeable by the guys as he blazed past.
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A few hours later and Frank was curled up in the van wearing his last clean pair of sweat pants and a clean hoodie that wasn’t his (maybe it belonged to Ray, he was pretty good about keeping his shit clean). He was still fucking mortified and the guys had been giving him a hard time until they one-by-one passed out. Now it was just him awake in the back, his fourth or fifth beer in hand, and Gerard awake at the wheel.
“Iero?”
Frank heard Gerard softly call his name, so quiet it wouldn’t wake up any of their passed out band mates. His first instinct was to pretend to be asleep, but that was hard to do when Gerard had no doubt heard him slurping on his beer just a second ago and now they’d locked eyes in the rearview mirror.
“Yeah?” He tried to be quiet, his voice cracked, Otter stirred on the other side of the seat from Frank but didn’t wake.
“I’m starting to feel tired, will you talk to me and keep me awake?”
He couldn’t read Gerard’s expression from the dark mirror. His voice was so soft and inviting though. Frank bit his lip.
“Frank? Please?”
He didn’t have to think any more. Frank started crawling over seats and his sleeping friends to get to the front. When he finally settled in, he looked over at Gerard. The front man hadn’t been kidding, he really looked exhausted.
“So…” Frank didn’t really know what to say, normally conversation came pretty easily between him and Gerard but after the past two days - especially after earlier that night - Frank felt uncomfortable.
“Are you still seeing that girl,” Gerard thankfully interrupted, “uh, Jamie?”
“Jamia,” Frank corrected. Most guys would get annoyed about the mispronunciation but Frank was used to it at this point. He just took it in stride. “Yeah,” he continued, “two years and going strong.”
“You guys meet at a show?” Gerard’s voice was unreadable, other than tired, and his eyes stayed trained on the road.
“No,” Frank didn’t like that the guy who’d just been grabbing his ass and making out with was asking about his girlfriend - it sent up some major red flags but he continued on with caution, “we met in high school and started dating senior year.”
Gerard nodded and risked tearing his eyes away from the road to glance at Frank. It had to have only been a second but it felt like fucking forever.
“That’s cool,” Gerard said at length, his eyes slowly peeled away and returned to the road, “you know I’m not, like, some psycho that’s hell bent on destroying your relationship for the fuck of it.” Although the question was rhetorical, Gerard made it sound like he was pretty sure Frank didn’t know.
“Yeah, it’s whatever, man.” He tried to play it cool but was pretty sure he was failing miserably.
“Just… shit gets crazy on the road sometimes, you know?”
“Yeah, I remember from when I was in Pencey,” Frank didn’t mean to sound so defensive, he just didn’t like when the guys would treat him like a child when he’d probably spent more time on the road than all of them.
Gerard cracked a lopsided smile. “I don’t know how you guys did things but I just hit that point sometimes when my hand’s just not doing it for me, you know?”
Frank let out a sigh that sounded like a low hiss, did he ever know it. “Yeah, man, I get it.” After a minute of thought he turned his head fully to look at Gerard. “But you don’t have a girlfriend back home, do you?”
“No,” Gerard admitted, “but there are a couple of girls I’m seeing back in Jersey… Nothing serious,” he added quickly. “It’s just that I don’t feel comfortable fucking someone I’m not going to have some kind of relationship with and when we make it big I don’t want a bunch of chicks coming out saying I’m the father to their children or sharing sex stories about me.”
“So if you can’t fuck your girls back home and you can’t fuck on the road…” Frank was pretty sure he had this thing figured out but he was also pretty drunk.
“I didn’t say I couldn’t fuck on the road.” Frank felt Gerard’s warm hand touching his knee like it had last night. “I said I couldn’t fuck random people.”
Frank sucked in a breath and bit his lower lip. He felt like he was in high school. It was weird and thrilling and terrifying. “So you want me…”
“Only if you feel the same way,” God, Gerard’s voice was so quiet and sweet and he sounded almost sober. The sun was rising on the horizon and they were driving straight into it. Gerard looked a lot less tired with the dim pink light on his face. “If you don’t want it to get back to Jamia, that’s fine - I wont ever bother you about it off tour - and if you want to tell her then that’s fine too.”
“So you want me to… to just let you fuck me whenever you’re horny and lonely?” Frank really didn’t mean to sound like such an asshole or a girl about it. He was still trying to wrap his beer-glazed brain around Gerard’s proposition.
“I like making other people feel good. I’m a giver not a taker-“ even in Frank’s drunk state he understood the double meaning to that “-and I know that you’re into guys too and I know that you and I are going to be friends for a long time. I know I can trust you with this.”
Gerard glanced at Frank then back at the road then back at Frank again. He leaned across the center consol and pressed his lips quickly against the younger man’s before focusing on the road again.
“All right,” Frank finally said, “just when we’re on the road - when Jamia’s not visiting… I can do that.”
A cocky smile slid across Gerard’s face. “All right,” he agreed, “then why don’t I give you some relief since I got you so worked up earlier?”
Although Gerard’s eyes never strayed from the road, the hand that’d been on Frank’s knee had started to travel up his thigh until it was rubbing small circles over the growing bulge in the front of Frank’s sweats.
“Of fuck,” Frank murmured as he shifted in his seat so that his crotch was a little easier for Gerard to reach. Suddenly he tensed and looked over his shoulder. “Wait,” he instructed Gerard, who instantly froze, “the guys-“
“-The guys will be asleep until we stop for breakfast, you know that. Just keep quiet.” He didn’t wait for Frank to protest any further, Gerard dove his hand under the elastic of Frank’s sweats. “No underwear?”
Rather than answer, Frank bit his lip and lifted his hips up so he could pull his pants down his thighs and let his hard cock spring out.
The whole time Gerard’s eyes never left the road and Frank’s teeth remained clenched shut as he tried to keep his breathing quiet and even. “Fuck, Gerard, I’m gonna-“ Frank whimpered into his arm and nearly cried out when Gerard pulled his hand away.
“Grab a shirt from the back real quick,” the older man instructed.
Frank immediately dove his arm behind his seat, jerking his head around when he realized he’d been feeling over Ray’s hair for a good couple of seconds. He paused long enough to make sure the other guitarist was still asleep before grabbing a black t-shirt he saw on the ground. Quickly he handed it to Gerard who took his eyes off the road only to lay the shirt across Frank’s lower thighs.
“Just use that to catch everything,” Gerard said and then his hand was back over Frank’s cock, pumping quickly.
Frank could see Gerard’s lips narrow in concentration and his left hand grip the steering wheel tighter as his pace quickened. At this point, Frank had both hands clasping at the T-shirt. His hips were starting to rock with Gerard’s fist and if he weren’t so into it he’d be embarrassed at how little self control he had.
Finally Frank took a deep breath and bit down hard on his lip. He started cumming and it was all he could do to remember and pull the shirt up to the head of his cock. Gerard kept stroking Frank through his orgasm until the younger man had to push his hand away.
Even though it was Frank who’d just cum, Gerard was panting. When Frank had caught his breath and come down enough he glanced over and saw Gerard tenting pretty badly, even in his jeans.
“You taste good...” Frank looked up a bit and saw Gerard’s little pink tongue darting out to lick some of Frank’s mess off his hand. The younger man blushed and knew that if he weren’t so spent the sight would’ve been enough to get him hard again.
After a few more seconds of comfortable silence, when Frank was breathing completely normally again, a click of realization crossed his mind.
“Oh!” He whispered and pulled up his pants then started to lean across the consol to reach for Gerard’s crotch.
Gerard grabbed his hand quickly and pushed it away. “Not while I’m driving,” he said calmly, “next time I want to make sure I can get you somewhere you can make some noise.” Frank blushed a little more at the comment but brought his hand back to his own lap. Gerard chanced another glance over at Frank and saw how drained he looked. “Go ahead and try to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we stop.”
Giving a tired nod, Frank shifted in his seat to lean his head up against the window and drifted off.
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That night when they played, Frank wasn’t able to focus on what he was doing. He couldn’t help but be distracted by the crusty transparent stains on the shirt Gerard chose to wear and recall exactly how they got there.
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