Carpe Diem - Three
Title: Carpe Diem
Author: ira_luxuria
Pairing: Eventually Frank x Gerard; Mikey x Connor (OMC); Ray x Bob
Word Count:
Rating: G.
Summary: It’s been ten years since Gerard last saw Frank and he’s been trying to keep his slightly crumbling life together for his own sanity
Disclaimer: The characters in this story, though based on stage personas/media personalities, are entirely fictional. Any offence caused by their use or portrayal is wholly unintentional. Banner credit: iwantbeapirate and x_sunset_x.
Dedications: The girl faithfulriver26. The guy silencing_sam. The wife comeththegirl. Cheers loves.
Authors Note: I own my own words.
Warning: Shitty conversation and chapter in general
The first part can be found here: The New Boy
One//Two
Warning: Shitty conversation and chapter in general
Authors note: I own my own words.
Three
The morning after the single most embarrassing moment of his natural life, Gerard awoke to sunlight streaming in through the white paned floor length windows. His headache from the evening before was back with a vengeance causing his temples to pound uncomfortably as he contemplated getting out of the comfort of this cushy bed and going to work or staying there curled up beside the person from the night before. Through squinted eyes he glanced around the room remembering precisely what or who had happened just mere hours ago.
Gerard remained silent and still for several minutes just listening to the other man breathe as he silently berated himself for his foolishness. ‘Jack The Ripper’ rang out shrilly in the quiet of the room bringing about a low groan and a shift from the other side of the double bed as Gerard jumped out from under the duvet completely disregarding the fact that he was totally bare assed even in the presence of a stranger - despite the fact that said stranger had seen his bare ass - whilst digging around in the pocket of his jeans for his phone unaware that there was a possibility that the house beside this one had full view of this room.
‘Way.’ The occasionally shift in movement from the bed behind him stopped abruptly at the mention of his name, the sudden silence of the room made him pause but Ray’s laughing voice drew his attention.
‘You got laid, didn’t you? Ha ha. Were you safe?’
Now that he thought about it Gerard doesn’t recall using a condom and he can’t see a wrapper lying around, when he tells Ray this he only wants to smack himself further.
‘Are you clean? Lord knows a cop doesn’t need an STD accusation or worse on his record.’
‘Thank you Ray Toro, Alias Captain Obvious. Of course I’m clean. I get checked every six months and by my last count I don’t go around on a regular basis bare backing with random guys I’m never gonna see again. Fuck!’ Gerard exclaimed quietly.
‘You did once. Now you’re uptight and hell-bent on working every damn minute of your life.’
‘Firstly Toro. I was seventeen years old and didn’t know any better when it came to a 5’4” individual named Frank Iero - who might I add has disappeared off the face of the Earth - I’m twenty-eight now, I’m not the immature and naïve boy anymore.’ Gerard explained with a sigh as he picked through the clothes haphazardly scattered around the room, dressing with his phone cradled between his ear and shoulder. ‘Secondly I am not “uptight” or “hell-bent on working every damn minute of my life” I just want to help catch the sickos out there and I want to do my best to find him - you know I do - and thirdly how in fucks name do I get out of here?’
‘Bob’s outside in his squad car and he offered to drive your friend home too.’ Ray put the phone down with a soft chuckle, Gerard sighed once more as he pocketed his phone and raked a large hand through his shaggy black hair as he moved to the other side of the bed and shook the guy awake; some of the vibrant tattoos rang an alarm bell but he ignored it in favour of the voice nestled snugly in the back of his skull that was snidely telling him how much of a fool he was for falling into bed with a stranger so easily and that it was Frank all over again.
‘Get up. I have to go to work; I have cases that need solving. We’re taking you home.’ Gerard explained loudly as he picked up the rest of the clothes from the floor and straightened the duvet whilst he waited for the man to get up. ‘Get your ass up!’ He said impatiently.
‘Only if you ask nicely.’ Finally he did and without further comment dressed and followed Gerard out past the unconscious bodies and piles of vomit to the waiting squad car.
Bob sat in the drivers seat, one arm leaning out of the window while his fingers drummed out a beat against the steering wheel - Gerard had always thought that Bob would have made an excellent drummer if he hadn’t decided to become a police officer also. Gerard walked to the passenger side past his one night stand who stood awkwardly shifting by the car.
‘You can get in you know, you’re not under arrest or anything. It’s just a ride home or to work or wherever. Although I know a few people who wouldn’t mind getting you in cuffs!’ Bob laughed as Gerard got in.
‘Blow me.’ The other guy snarled as he got in the back, Gerard was looking through a mirror at him trying to place the familiarity of this person. He bit his tongue to keep himself from saying “gladly” as Bob started the engine and pulled away. Fortunately - or unfortunately whichever way you look at it - Bob said it for him with a grin on his face.
‘Bob stop off at my apartment will ya? I need to get some stuff.’ Gerard questioned as the silence began to press in on him making him uncomfortable.
‘Sure thing. Hey where am I taking you?’
‘3120 Sirius Lane.’ Gerard heard as he blankly looked out the window watching as desert became buildings. Bob stopped the car outside Gerard’s apartment and waited while he got his suit, gun and badge, leaving Bob and the guy alone.
‘So, this is where he lives huh?’ Frank asked ‘Bob’ curiously.
‘He’s also a cop who will either arrest you or shoot your ass if you go near his apartment.’ Bob replied humourlessly while twiddling his thumbs. Gerard returned with his things on, securing his gun he got back in and belted up.
‘Miss me?’ He asked with a grin as Bob pulled away and drove down The Strip. The silence became uncomfortable once more as nobody spoke, both the coppers paying more attention to the police radio, which was emitting static and orders.
‘416. 3120 Sirius Lane.’ The radio spat out. ‘Repeat 416. All units responding.’
‘501 responding. Code 3.’
‘What does that mean? What’s happening?’ Frank asked frantically while silently praying that Nico was not involved as usual. The lights and sirens came on and Bob put his foot down, Gerard sat still with his fingers lightly tracing the photograph of him and Frank from ten years ago. He didn’t know why but he felt guilty for what he did last night, he knows that Frank is no longer his, that he has no tie with Frank in any way, shape or form except what he’s hanging on to in his head and heart.
He can suppress that but he can’t suppress the guilt - Frank’s memory didn’t deserve this. He felt like he was cheating.
The car slowed to a halt and before it had even stopped completely Frank was out of the back and running through the front door hoping to beat the cops. He rounded a corner to find his current ‘honey’ Nico get his colleague James in a headlock for the eighth time in two months; with a sigh Frank raised his voice over the squabble.
‘Nico! Basta! Basta!’
‘Stai zitto!’
‘No release him!’ Frank didn’t like using Italian if he could help it considering he only knew a few words. ‘Per amor di Dio! He did niente! Nothing!’
‘Si, niente. Bastardo!’ Nico released James and came to stand beside Frank, burying his nose in Frank’s hair.
‘Finished?’
‘Si, cara mio. Finito.’
Gerard strolled in after Bob ran in secretly shoving his photo back into his pocket as he rounded a corner to find Bob calming down the owner and another male while his one night stand stood wrapped up in the arms of a man who was speaking in rapid Italian while he tried to calm him. He felt uncomfortable walking into Hot Rods without Jay by his side - Jay was his on-again-off-again boyfriend that he was trying to get into but it just wasn’t happening.
‘Gerard!’ Bob’s voice jolted both Gerard and Frank out of their thoughts, Gerard walked over to Bob aware of a pair of eyes following him. Bob’s hands were waving in front of him when Gerard joined him.
‘What’s up?’
‘Give this guy your card so he can talk to you at a later date.’ Bob told him as he wrote down contact details Gerard complied. Frank watched over Nico’s shoulder as the two officers spoke to James who took a card from the one who answered the name that was called. It couldn’t be - there had to be hundreds of people called Gerard in Vegas he told himself even though the familiarity was uncanny.
‘Iero! Get to work!’ His boss all but screamed at him, he winced and made a mental note never to drink again even though he would do as always. He bid farewell to Nico and passed the police officers mumbling a “thank you” to Bob before eavesdropping on the other officers phone call.
‘I can’t talk right now… Of course I’m on duty Jay… Sleeping for the first time this week… Okay I love you too. Bye.’ Gerard put the phone down with a sigh. He couldn’t deal with Jay at that moment in time; he’d just heard probably one of the rarest surnames on the planet - that he knows of - and he didn’t want to get his hopes up until he knew it was true. As he was leaving his wrist was enveloped by a strong hand that pulled him to a stop.
‘Let go of me.’
‘No.’
‘Don’t make me arrest you.’
‘You wouldn’t dare.’
‘Try me.’ Gerard spoke still facing away from the other man refusing to believe who it was.
‘Gee come on.’ Frank nearly whispered.
At that Gerard pulled his wrist from the grip and walked off but not before throwing a “not anymore” over his shoulder and heading out to the squad car. Frank hung his head and sighed and began to turn away but out of the corner of his eye he noticed a photograph on the floor that must have fallen out of his pocket; he bent and retrieved it and smiled. He knew then that it was his Gerard when he matched it to his own.
Basta! Basta! - Enough! Enough!
Stai zitto! - Shut up!
Per amor di Dio! - For God’s sake!
Niente - Nothing
Si - Yes
Bastardo - Bastard
Cara mio - My dear
Finito - Finished
Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are welcome and appreciated. I’ve got no idea if this is how the police actually respond so I sort of made it up xD
Second disclaimer: I do not, unfortunately, own Hot Rods or the address which is in fact the correct one according to http://www.vegas.com/nightlife/stripclubs/moreclubs.html.
Author: ira_luxuria
Pairing: Eventually Frank x Gerard; Mikey x Connor (OMC); Ray x Bob
Word Count:
Rating: G.
Summary: It’s been ten years since Gerard last saw Frank and he’s been trying to keep his slightly crumbling life together for his own sanity
Disclaimer: The characters in this story, though based on stage personas/media personalities, are entirely fictional. Any offence caused by their use or portrayal is wholly unintentional. Banner credit: iwantbeapirate and x_sunset_x.
Dedications: The girl faithfulriver26. The guy silencing_sam. The wife comeththegirl. Cheers loves.
Authors Note: I own my own words.
Warning: Shitty conversation and chapter in general
The first part can be found here: The New Boy
One//Two
Warning: Shitty conversation and chapter in general
Authors note: I own my own words.
Three
The morning after the single most embarrassing moment of his natural life, Gerard awoke to sunlight streaming in through the white paned floor length windows. His headache from the evening before was back with a vengeance causing his temples to pound uncomfortably as he contemplated getting out of the comfort of this cushy bed and going to work or staying there curled up beside the person from the night before. Through squinted eyes he glanced around the room remembering precisely what or who had happened just mere hours ago.
Gerard remained silent and still for several minutes just listening to the other man breathe as he silently berated himself for his foolishness. ‘Jack The Ripper’ rang out shrilly in the quiet of the room bringing about a low groan and a shift from the other side of the double bed as Gerard jumped out from under the duvet completely disregarding the fact that he was totally bare assed even in the presence of a stranger - despite the fact that said stranger had seen his bare ass - whilst digging around in the pocket of his jeans for his phone unaware that there was a possibility that the house beside this one had full view of this room.
‘Way.’ The occasionally shift in movement from the bed behind him stopped abruptly at the mention of his name, the sudden silence of the room made him pause but Ray’s laughing voice drew his attention.
‘You got laid, didn’t you? Ha ha. Were you safe?’
Now that he thought about it Gerard doesn’t recall using a condom and he can’t see a wrapper lying around, when he tells Ray this he only wants to smack himself further.
‘Are you clean? Lord knows a cop doesn’t need an STD accusation or worse on his record.’
‘Thank you Ray Toro, Alias Captain Obvious. Of course I’m clean. I get checked every six months and by my last count I don’t go around on a regular basis bare backing with random guys I’m never gonna see again. Fuck!’ Gerard exclaimed quietly.
‘You did once. Now you’re uptight and hell-bent on working every damn minute of your life.’
‘Firstly Toro. I was seventeen years old and didn’t know any better when it came to a 5’4” individual named Frank Iero - who might I add has disappeared off the face of the Earth - I’m twenty-eight now, I’m not the immature and naïve boy anymore.’ Gerard explained with a sigh as he picked through the clothes haphazardly scattered around the room, dressing with his phone cradled between his ear and shoulder. ‘Secondly I am not “uptight” or “hell-bent on working every damn minute of my life” I just want to help catch the sickos out there and I want to do my best to find him - you know I do - and thirdly how in fucks name do I get out of here?’
‘Bob’s outside in his squad car and he offered to drive your friend home too.’ Ray put the phone down with a soft chuckle, Gerard sighed once more as he pocketed his phone and raked a large hand through his shaggy black hair as he moved to the other side of the bed and shook the guy awake; some of the vibrant tattoos rang an alarm bell but he ignored it in favour of the voice nestled snugly in the back of his skull that was snidely telling him how much of a fool he was for falling into bed with a stranger so easily and that it was Frank all over again.
‘Get up. I have to go to work; I have cases that need solving. We’re taking you home.’ Gerard explained loudly as he picked up the rest of the clothes from the floor and straightened the duvet whilst he waited for the man to get up. ‘Get your ass up!’ He said impatiently.
‘Only if you ask nicely.’ Finally he did and without further comment dressed and followed Gerard out past the unconscious bodies and piles of vomit to the waiting squad car.
Bob sat in the drivers seat, one arm leaning out of the window while his fingers drummed out a beat against the steering wheel - Gerard had always thought that Bob would have made an excellent drummer if he hadn’t decided to become a police officer also. Gerard walked to the passenger side past his one night stand who stood awkwardly shifting by the car.
‘You can get in you know, you’re not under arrest or anything. It’s just a ride home or to work or wherever. Although I know a few people who wouldn’t mind getting you in cuffs!’ Bob laughed as Gerard got in.
‘Blow me.’ The other guy snarled as he got in the back, Gerard was looking through a mirror at him trying to place the familiarity of this person. He bit his tongue to keep himself from saying “gladly” as Bob started the engine and pulled away. Fortunately - or unfortunately whichever way you look at it - Bob said it for him with a grin on his face.
‘Bob stop off at my apartment will ya? I need to get some stuff.’ Gerard questioned as the silence began to press in on him making him uncomfortable.
‘Sure thing. Hey where am I taking you?’
‘3120 Sirius Lane.’ Gerard heard as he blankly looked out the window watching as desert became buildings. Bob stopped the car outside Gerard’s apartment and waited while he got his suit, gun and badge, leaving Bob and the guy alone.
‘So, this is where he lives huh?’ Frank asked ‘Bob’ curiously.
‘He’s also a cop who will either arrest you or shoot your ass if you go near his apartment.’ Bob replied humourlessly while twiddling his thumbs. Gerard returned with his things on, securing his gun he got back in and belted up.
‘Miss me?’ He asked with a grin as Bob pulled away and drove down The Strip. The silence became uncomfortable once more as nobody spoke, both the coppers paying more attention to the police radio, which was emitting static and orders.
‘416. 3120 Sirius Lane.’ The radio spat out. ‘Repeat 416. All units responding.’
‘501 responding. Code 3.’
‘What does that mean? What’s happening?’ Frank asked frantically while silently praying that Nico was not involved as usual. The lights and sirens came on and Bob put his foot down, Gerard sat still with his fingers lightly tracing the photograph of him and Frank from ten years ago. He didn’t know why but he felt guilty for what he did last night, he knows that Frank is no longer his, that he has no tie with Frank in any way, shape or form except what he’s hanging on to in his head and heart.
He can suppress that but he can’t suppress the guilt - Frank’s memory didn’t deserve this. He felt like he was cheating.
The car slowed to a halt and before it had even stopped completely Frank was out of the back and running through the front door hoping to beat the cops. He rounded a corner to find his current ‘honey’ Nico get his colleague James in a headlock for the eighth time in two months; with a sigh Frank raised his voice over the squabble.
‘Nico! Basta! Basta!’
‘Stai zitto!’
‘No release him!’ Frank didn’t like using Italian if he could help it considering he only knew a few words. ‘Per amor di Dio! He did niente! Nothing!’
‘Si, niente. Bastardo!’ Nico released James and came to stand beside Frank, burying his nose in Frank’s hair.
‘Finished?’
‘Si, cara mio. Finito.’
Gerard strolled in after Bob ran in secretly shoving his photo back into his pocket as he rounded a corner to find Bob calming down the owner and another male while his one night stand stood wrapped up in the arms of a man who was speaking in rapid Italian while he tried to calm him. He felt uncomfortable walking into Hot Rods without Jay by his side - Jay was his on-again-off-again boyfriend that he was trying to get into but it just wasn’t happening.
‘Gerard!’ Bob’s voice jolted both Gerard and Frank out of their thoughts, Gerard walked over to Bob aware of a pair of eyes following him. Bob’s hands were waving in front of him when Gerard joined him.
‘What’s up?’
‘Give this guy your card so he can talk to you at a later date.’ Bob told him as he wrote down contact details Gerard complied. Frank watched over Nico’s shoulder as the two officers spoke to James who took a card from the one who answered the name that was called. It couldn’t be - there had to be hundreds of people called Gerard in Vegas he told himself even though the familiarity was uncanny.
‘Iero! Get to work!’ His boss all but screamed at him, he winced and made a mental note never to drink again even though he would do as always. He bid farewell to Nico and passed the police officers mumbling a “thank you” to Bob before eavesdropping on the other officers phone call.
‘I can’t talk right now… Of course I’m on duty Jay… Sleeping for the first time this week… Okay I love you too. Bye.’ Gerard put the phone down with a sigh. He couldn’t deal with Jay at that moment in time; he’d just heard probably one of the rarest surnames on the planet - that he knows of - and he didn’t want to get his hopes up until he knew it was true. As he was leaving his wrist was enveloped by a strong hand that pulled him to a stop.
‘Let go of me.’
‘No.’
‘Don’t make me arrest you.’
‘You wouldn’t dare.’
‘Try me.’ Gerard spoke still facing away from the other man refusing to believe who it was.
‘Gee come on.’ Frank nearly whispered.
At that Gerard pulled his wrist from the grip and walked off but not before throwing a “not anymore” over his shoulder and heading out to the squad car. Frank hung his head and sighed and began to turn away but out of the corner of his eye he noticed a photograph on the floor that must have fallen out of his pocket; he bent and retrieved it and smiled. He knew then that it was his Gerard when he matched it to his own.
Basta! Basta! - Enough! Enough!
Stai zitto! - Shut up!
Per amor di Dio! - For God’s sake!
Niente - Nothing
Si - Yes
Bastardo - Bastard
Cara mio - My dear
Finito - Finished
Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are welcome and appreciated. I’ve got no idea if this is how the police actually respond so I sort of made it up xD
Second disclaimer: I do not, unfortunately, own Hot Rods or the address which is in fact the correct one according to http://www.vegas.com/nightlife/stripclubs/moreclubs.html.