Fic-Exchange "Pet Snake"
Title: Pet Snake
Author: ilovethelie
Pairing: Synyster Gates/Gerard Way
Rating: No idea, R?
POV: 3rd Person.
Summary: I guess some movie nights don't go as planned.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't sue, don't copy. Credit goes to Snakes On a Plane(Bring It) by Cobra Starship, which inspired me.
Author Note: For those who don't know, Synyster's real name is Brian, which is the name I've used in this. Sorry for being so late, I've not been in school for two weeks or something, [I can't keep track] and strangely, I've had less time than I had whilst attending school.
Dedication: onlylirael because I'd never be posting otherwise. and lunakits because it was her request for the exchange.
Warnings: Swearing.
“I love the song for this movie,” Gerard stated, making Brian look from the screen to his friend. He shook his head and looked back to the movie, wincing slightly when Gerard started attempting to sing the song.
“Dude, firstly, eardrums! And secondly, don’t you think Gabe Saporta would be highly insulted by the disgusting quality you are using to re-enact his song?” Brian complained and Gerard gasped dramatically.
“It was so obvious that I was singing William Beckett’s parts, you stupid idiot,” he scoffed and looked in the opposite direction to Brian with his arms crossed.
“Sorry, Gerard,” Brian mumbled, turning his attention back to the movie once more. Gerard had decided that they were long overdue a movie night and had insisted that it was held that night. Snakes on a Plane was the movie chosen; a movie Brian adored.
Gerard winced at what was happening onscreen and hid behind a cushion. “I hate this movie,” he whimpered, his voice muffled partially by the cushion he was brandishing like it would save his life.
Brian snorted, “Come on, you’re not serious, are you? This movie is tame!”
Gerard moved the cushion slightly and peeked out from behind it, “I still hate it.”
Brian rolled his eyes, “Why did you choose it then?”
Gerard shrugged, then realised Brain’s attention was focused purely on the movie and he wasn’t receiving any of it. He cleared his throat, and arousing no reaction he asked, “Do you have a snake fetish or something?”
Brian remained completely engrossed and Gerard growled in frustration, “DUDE!”
Brian didn’t flinch, as Gerard had been hoping, but instead turned slowly to face him, “What?”
“I was talking to you! Did you mother never teach you that it’s really rude not to listen when someone is talking to you?” Gerard ranted.
“Who cares?” Brian shrugged.
“I DO!” Gerard nearly screamed.
“As I said, who cares? Now shut up! I fucking love snakes!” Brian ordered and completely ignored Gerard’s protests.
About a month later, Gerard got fed up with Brian’s mumbling about snakes and bored with Brian’s protests to watch the movie again. He showed up to Brian’s house, where he was greeted with a sleepy and confused Brian, who had been woken up by Gerard’s insistent doorbell ringing. He regarded his friend standing on his doorstep with a large cardboard box and stepped back wordlessly, letting Gerard push past him into the house.
As he collapsed into the sofa, in a futile attempt to gain more sleep, Gerard tutted and yanked the curtains open. Brian groaned, “Fuck off, Gerard, it’s too early.”
“It’s past lunchtime, that’s just lazy,” Gerard told him and dumped the box into his lap.
“What?” Brian grumbled, the box confusing him further. It was still within an hour since he was awoken -abruptly at that- and his brain was having trouble keeping up.
“I got you a fuckin’ snake! Happy now?”
Brian peered into the box, which he had opened slightly. There, coiled into one of the corners, was a snake.
“Wow. Thanks Gerard!”
The snake moved at the sudden invasion of light and Gerard screamed and ran to the other side of the room, “Oh my god! IT JUST MOVED!”
“That’s what snakes do!”
“It didn’t move in the shop!” Gerard said, and Brian laughed.
“You’re unbelievable!”
Gerard rolled his eyes, “That’s better than having a snake fetish! Don’t come whining to me when it bites your balls off!”
Brian scratched his head slowly, “That’s just gross, Gerard!”
Gerard smirked, “Just like your face.”
Brian stood up and walked into the kitchen, not bothering to reply. Gerard skipped after him, “You need a tank.”
“You need balls,” Brian commented as Gerard grimaced at the snake moving again.
“I have balls,” Gerard pouted.
Brian rolled his eyes, “I’m sure you do.”
Gerard’s face changed from the pout he was trying to use to his advantage to a pissy face that told Brian he was getting annoyed, “I do.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Brian said, a triumphant smirk creeping onto his cheeks.
In a flash, Gerard stood up and pulled his jeans down to his knees. Brian blushed, having discovered too things.
#1: He had been wrong.
#2: Gerard obviously wasn’t a fan of underwear.
“Point proven?” a very smug Gerard asked. Brian nodded slowly, unsure of how he should be acting at that moment.
A week later, it was Gerard’s turn to be woken up by his friend. He sighed and found the phone, answering it with, “This had better be important-”
Brian cut him off, “The snake is missing.”
Gerard let his head roll back and hit the headboard, “That’s a bummer.”
“Pardon?”
Gerard sighed once more, “I said, ‘That’s a bummer’. You deaf?”
Brian was silent, so Gerard continued, “I mean, it’s not deadly or anything, it’ll be fine.”
“It might scare people!”
“They’ll get over it. Jeez, you care too much,” Gerard scoffed, then hung off, turned the phone off and went back to sleep.
When he arrived at Brian’s house later in the day, Brian glared at him.
“I’m still not seeing the fuss,” Gerard said slowly.
“It’s a snake, Gerard.”
“And?”
“It’ll scare people!”
“We’ve covered that, Brian!” Gerard told him and sat down beside him on the sofa. Brian sighed and rubbed at his eyes.
Gerard felt compelled to do something, so went to peck Brian on the cheek. It would have worked, if Brian hadn’t decided to say something and turned his head. Neither knew what to do and froze. Brian was battling himself in his mind; did he really want to kiss his best friend? Gerard was wondering if he was going to get punched for this, sexuality wasn’t really something they had talked about.
Deciding what to do, Brian leant into the kiss and flicked his tongue across Gerard’s lower lip. Gerard smiled into the kiss, pulling Brian closer still. When they pulled away, out of breath, Gerard smiled awkwardly at Brian.
“Does this mean anything?” he asked, his usual arrogance gone.
Brian nodded, “I hope so.”
“Great, let’s rent a movie and watch it together!” he exclaimed and Brian chuckled.
“Scary movie?” Gerard offered, and upon seeing Brian frown of slight amusement and confusion, he said, “It’ll give me an excuse to use you as the pillow.”
Brian smiled, “Okay.”
And that was how they ended up watching Eight Legged Freaks.
“Good movie?” Brian asked Gerard as they returned it the next day.
Gerard shrugged, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth, “Can’t really say I watched it.”
Author: ilovethelie
Pairing: Synyster Gates/Gerard Way
Rating: No idea, R?
POV: 3rd Person.
Summary: I guess some movie nights don't go as planned.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't sue, don't copy. Credit goes to Snakes On a Plane(Bring It) by Cobra Starship, which inspired me.
Author Note: For those who don't know, Synyster's real name is Brian, which is the name I've used in this. Sorry for being so late, I've not been in school for two weeks or something, [I can't keep track] and strangely, I've had less time than I had whilst attending school.
Dedication: onlylirael because I'd never be posting otherwise. and lunakits because it was her request for the exchange.
Warnings: Swearing.
“I love the song for this movie,” Gerard stated, making Brian look from the screen to his friend. He shook his head and looked back to the movie, wincing slightly when Gerard started attempting to sing the song.
“Dude, firstly, eardrums! And secondly, don’t you think Gabe Saporta would be highly insulted by the disgusting quality you are using to re-enact his song?” Brian complained and Gerard gasped dramatically.
“It was so obvious that I was singing William Beckett’s parts, you stupid idiot,” he scoffed and looked in the opposite direction to Brian with his arms crossed.
“Sorry, Gerard,” Brian mumbled, turning his attention back to the movie once more. Gerard had decided that they were long overdue a movie night and had insisted that it was held that night. Snakes on a Plane was the movie chosen; a movie Brian adored.
Gerard winced at what was happening onscreen and hid behind a cushion. “I hate this movie,” he whimpered, his voice muffled partially by the cushion he was brandishing like it would save his life.
Brian snorted, “Come on, you’re not serious, are you? This movie is tame!”
Gerard moved the cushion slightly and peeked out from behind it, “I still hate it.”
Brian rolled his eyes, “Why did you choose it then?”
Gerard shrugged, then realised Brain’s attention was focused purely on the movie and he wasn’t receiving any of it. He cleared his throat, and arousing no reaction he asked, “Do you have a snake fetish or something?”
Brian remained completely engrossed and Gerard growled in frustration, “DUDE!”
Brian didn’t flinch, as Gerard had been hoping, but instead turned slowly to face him, “What?”
“I was talking to you! Did you mother never teach you that it’s really rude not to listen when someone is talking to you?” Gerard ranted.
“Who cares?” Brian shrugged.
“I DO!” Gerard nearly screamed.
“As I said, who cares? Now shut up! I fucking love snakes!” Brian ordered and completely ignored Gerard’s protests.
About a month later, Gerard got fed up with Brian’s mumbling about snakes and bored with Brian’s protests to watch the movie again. He showed up to Brian’s house, where he was greeted with a sleepy and confused Brian, who had been woken up by Gerard’s insistent doorbell ringing. He regarded his friend standing on his doorstep with a large cardboard box and stepped back wordlessly, letting Gerard push past him into the house.
As he collapsed into the sofa, in a futile attempt to gain more sleep, Gerard tutted and yanked the curtains open. Brian groaned, “Fuck off, Gerard, it’s too early.”
“It’s past lunchtime, that’s just lazy,” Gerard told him and dumped the box into his lap.
“What?” Brian grumbled, the box confusing him further. It was still within an hour since he was awoken -abruptly at that- and his brain was having trouble keeping up.
“I got you a fuckin’ snake! Happy now?”
Brian peered into the box, which he had opened slightly. There, coiled into one of the corners, was a snake.
“Wow. Thanks Gerard!”
The snake moved at the sudden invasion of light and Gerard screamed and ran to the other side of the room, “Oh my god! IT JUST MOVED!”
“That’s what snakes do!”
“It didn’t move in the shop!” Gerard said, and Brian laughed.
“You’re unbelievable!”
Gerard rolled his eyes, “That’s better than having a snake fetish! Don’t come whining to me when it bites your balls off!”
Brian scratched his head slowly, “That’s just gross, Gerard!”
Gerard smirked, “Just like your face.”
Brian stood up and walked into the kitchen, not bothering to reply. Gerard skipped after him, “You need a tank.”
“You need balls,” Brian commented as Gerard grimaced at the snake moving again.
“I have balls,” Gerard pouted.
Brian rolled his eyes, “I’m sure you do.”
Gerard’s face changed from the pout he was trying to use to his advantage to a pissy face that told Brian he was getting annoyed, “I do.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Brian said, a triumphant smirk creeping onto his cheeks.
In a flash, Gerard stood up and pulled his jeans down to his knees. Brian blushed, having discovered too things.
#1: He had been wrong.
#2: Gerard obviously wasn’t a fan of underwear.
“Point proven?” a very smug Gerard asked. Brian nodded slowly, unsure of how he should be acting at that moment.
A week later, it was Gerard’s turn to be woken up by his friend. He sighed and found the phone, answering it with, “This had better be important-”
Brian cut him off, “The snake is missing.”
Gerard let his head roll back and hit the headboard, “That’s a bummer.”
“Pardon?”
Gerard sighed once more, “I said, ‘That’s a bummer’. You deaf?”
Brian was silent, so Gerard continued, “I mean, it’s not deadly or anything, it’ll be fine.”
“It might scare people!”
“They’ll get over it. Jeez, you care too much,” Gerard scoffed, then hung off, turned the phone off and went back to sleep.
When he arrived at Brian’s house later in the day, Brian glared at him.
“I’m still not seeing the fuss,” Gerard said slowly.
“It’s a snake, Gerard.”
“And?”
“It’ll scare people!”
“We’ve covered that, Brian!” Gerard told him and sat down beside him on the sofa. Brian sighed and rubbed at his eyes.
Gerard felt compelled to do something, so went to peck Brian on the cheek. It would have worked, if Brian hadn’t decided to say something and turned his head. Neither knew what to do and froze. Brian was battling himself in his mind; did he really want to kiss his best friend? Gerard was wondering if he was going to get punched for this, sexuality wasn’t really something they had talked about.
Deciding what to do, Brian leant into the kiss and flicked his tongue across Gerard’s lower lip. Gerard smiled into the kiss, pulling Brian closer still. When they pulled away, out of breath, Gerard smiled awkwardly at Brian.
“Does this mean anything?” he asked, his usual arrogance gone.
Brian nodded, “I hope so.”
“Great, let’s rent a movie and watch it together!” he exclaimed and Brian chuckled.
“Scary movie?” Gerard offered, and upon seeing Brian frown of slight amusement and confusion, he said, “It’ll give me an excuse to use you as the pillow.”
Brian smiled, “Okay.”
And that was how they ended up watching Eight Legged Freaks.
“Good movie?” Brian asked Gerard as they returned it the next day.
Gerard shrugged, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth, “Can’t really say I watched it.”