fic: Way Over Yonder (Alicia/Frank)
Alicia/Frank, Frank/Gerard if you like to squint.
Way Over Yonder
PG-13, ~2100 words, crack
Notes: For Mony. I am ever so sorry...
Okay, so once upon a time I said, MOAR ALICIA FIC. turnyourankle in turn was awesome and said, Alicia/Frank stoner!fic! And then I had to write something, because these two pictures were just screaming it, tbqh.
This is ridiculous, and fucks up timelines really badly, but it’s here now anyway. The band is touring, Frank is still smoking pot and hasn’t cut those hilarious dreads off yet. He and Alicia have an encounter under some stage, somewhere in the US.
Alicia's practically a pro at teching, and ok, she's not exactly a technician with a stamp and a title yet, but she's getting there, surely. She's better than Kelly and Stu for sure, and has nicer hair and teeth, and you'd be surprised how far they can get you.
She's currently sitting under the side stage with some dude whose name just keeps escaping her.
"Frank. It's Frank," dude says really trying to stress the words while simultaneously puffing out smoke from his mouth and nose.
And, okay, Alicia would listen more carefully for sure if it wasn’t for his hair. It really has that power to just suck everything to itself, attention included. It's like that thing in space, whaddaya call it. Just hairier and smelling of smoke.
Her fingers itch to touch it.
"Exactly, sweetheart," she says, reaching over and stealing Frank's joint. "S'what I said. Fred. Freddy."
Frank has exactly half an hour to himself before he has shit to do. He would remember this if he racked his brain, but he's kinda busy at the moment. There's pot and this pretty girl with short attention span and killer legs. Literally, he thinks, because she could probably stomp him down with those if she wanted. He quirks an eyebrow at the thought.
"Frank. Frank," he says again but it doesn't seem to be getting to her, which is just as well.
He blinks when she sways to-and-fro, and gets a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach watching her fall down on her back on the ground, her long, soft dreads blanketing the dust.
"I think someone's going to soundcheck soon," she says lazily after a while, staring up at the dark sky of props and pillars and beams. "I can feel it down here, in my stomach," she whispers starting to touch her belly, brushing her fingers slowly up and down. She's been buzzing with want for the whole afternoon, and she thinks she should probably get that out of her system before it affects her work. Yeah, she's definitely a pro.
Frank swallows hard even though his mouth is awfully dry, and he blinks some more.
Taking the joint from Alicia, he brings it to his mouth and scratches his head. "I think that's us," he says around the joint, staring at her hand. It's stopped moving, and the heel of her palm is pressed against her hip. "Er. I dunno. Listen, c'n you-"
"You're in a band?" she interrupts. "I thought you were like some gofer guy or something. You any good?"
"We're fucking ace," Frank says, chuckling. His eyes droop and Alicia's lips look really soft. The joint burns his fingers so he throws it away.
She spreads her legs, hands dancing slowly on her thighs, and he needs to find Gerard and tell him all about it because these things just never happen to Frank.
Except when they do.
"Well, listen, Freddy, you wanna..." She trails off, scratching her inner thigh and wriggling her hips.
It's kind of a wonder really how fast Frank can move, but before he can even register her question, he's already pushing into her personal space, nose bumping softly against hers.
She kisses him first, openmouthed and kinda sloppy, running her fingers through his dry dreads. They get stuck in some tangle though when she tries to smooth her hands down to cover his ears. She struggles with them for a while. The skin around her mouth is shiny from Frank's eager kisses.
*
Alicia bucks her hips, moaning, which in turn makes Frank smile goofily. He nuzzles his nose into her navel and then goes back to trying to look cool and actually get that damn zipper open. With his teeth. Because that's always cool. For some reason it just always looks that much easier on TV.
Alicia waggles her hips, and-
Okay. Pain. Definite pain.
In Frank's scalp.
He panics, trying to pull his head up from her crotch but it seems like his dreads have somehow gotten stuck in the zipper.
Letting out a pathetic whimper, Frank brings his hand up to get a hold of the offending tangle of metallic teeth and his precious hair, but he can't seem to be able to detach himself. Whatever he does only ends up getting more of his dreads stuck and it fucking hurts to move. He struggles some more, but it's too painful and not getting him anywhere, so he shuts his eyes tightly, going perfectly still.
This is exactly the kind of thing that would happen to him. He has that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach and he doesn't really feel like finding Gerard anymore.
"Mmm, what're you doing?" Alicia asks after a while. She's a little dazed but also eager to just get things going. She's got shit to do as well.
She squirms under him to get Frank to move. It looks an awful lot like he has decided to have a nap on her crotch.
Frank's eyes water and he lets out a high-pitched noise. "Stop that, hurts."
"Huh?" Alicia rises up to her elbows to look down at Frank. She sees about two or three dreadlocks stuck between her half-opened jeans.
"Oh. I see," she says.
*
"Do you like, have scissors?" Frank asks miserably. They have both tried to pull at the dreads so much that Frank's scalp is practically burning now. It all feels rather desperate.
"Oh yeah, because I can see how I'd carry those around everywhere I go," Alicia says. She tries to get up from the ground but Frank squeaks telling her to stop that right now.
Alicia jerks her hips anyway, just to spite him, and then Frank lets a humorless chortle escape his lips.
"What are you, giggling?" Alicia sounds annoyed, which is probably understandable given the situation. Still, it's not like her hair is stuck in his zipper.
"It's my normal reaction to pain," Frank mutters. "And in case you hadn't noticed, I'm. Fucking. In. Pain." Apart from everything else, his neck's started to hurt him the way it's twisted awkwardly. "Deal with it," he says huffily and then giggles pathetically again because he just can't help himself.
"Ha," Alicia says. "Men and their zero tolerance to pain."
"Look, lady-"
*
And then, because the day just keeps getting better, there's Gerard, struggling towards them, stumbling over his feet and planks and kind of yelling at them while trying not to hit his head on the ceiling. Frank only knows it's him because of that nasal drawl and the way the dark blob in his line of vision keeps missing his step. He's not running away though, which is kind of a wonder on its own. Probably too plastered to realize, Frank thinks bitterly.
"Friend of yours?" Alicia asks, tapping his shoulder.
Frank sighs and shuts his eyes again.
"Frank! Frankie is that," Gerard says, staggering about until he's reached them. He drops down to his knees just by Frank's head and Alicia's hips. "Oh, um. Oh god, oh, sorry," Gerard says like the situation is suddenly spring water-clear to him. He begins to stand up unsteadily, but Alicia grabs his arm and pulls him back down.
"Not so fast, Peggy Sue," she says.
It takes about half a second for Gerard to realize what's going on. There's really no other explanation for it. They obviously want him to-- Gerard's eyes widen and if his face wasn’t flushed before, it certainly is now. It's not like he's ever had sex with two people at the same time before, but he isn’t naive. What else could they possibly want from him?
"Oh, oh," Gerard says, flustered, contemplating on how to best approach this sudden task that has fallen upon him. This is Frank, and Gerard isn’t sure he’ll be able to not fuck it all up, but for Frank he is willing to try.
He considers touching her breasts, but then he realizes he’s way too much of a loser to actually get to it right away.
He doesn't even know this girl's name. Really now.
"Um, do you like want me to," he says putting his hand on the small of Frank's back. "No, but that wouldn' prob'ly... Maybe if I'd-"
"Gerard, stop rambling and help me the fuck out," Frank growls impatiently.
"Well I'm ever so sorry if I need some time to pull myself together, but s'not like I happen to just do this ev'ry day. You know-”
Alicia snorts. This is so going on her myspace.
"What the fuck are you talking about? Look, just get me free and then we can all pretend this never happened." Of all the people in the world, Frank had to get Gerard to his rescue.
"You're kinda sending me mixed signals here, buddy," Gerard says accusingly, poking his index finger unsteadily at Frank's back.
Alicia thinks she should probably take over unless she wants to spend the rest of the day on her back under a stage, some band guy's face in her lap. It really sounds better than it is.
"His dreads got somehow stuck down there in the zipper," she explains slowly to Gerard who is still busy frowning at Frank. "So if you happened to have some scissors with you, that'd be awesome."
Gerard's eyes widen and he blinks down at the mess of hair and metal in her lap. "Oh," he says dumbly, reprocessing. "Oh! Well, okay. Um, okay. Then-"
Frank sighs impatiently.
"Fuck you, I'm thinking," Gerard says. All he ever really wanted was to hide from Brian for a few minutes.
"If I'll just," Gerard continues after a while, pushing his right hand fingers into Frank's hair while rubbing the depression on the back of Frank's neck just below his skull with the thumb of his left hand. Frank lets out a soft whimper pressing his eyes tightly shut.
"How you manage to get yourself into these kinds of situations to begin with, I'll never know," Gerard murmurs, feeling himself sobering up somewhat.
He tugs at the hair a little but it's really stuck and probably painful judging by the weird noises Frank is making.
"Really. Do you have to laugh?" Alicia asks. Her patience is running short. She's already late from a staff meeting and she doesn't think it'll look that good taking her record of things she's been late from into consideration. Hey, pros aren't perfect 100% of the time. Cut her some slack.
"He can't help it," Gerard says softly, pulling his fingers from Frank's hair.
*
In the end, Gerard remembers the penknife that's in his jeans pocket, and he manages to cut the stuck dreads finally getting Frank free.
"Let's not do this again," Alicia says squinting at Frank. The sun is irritating their eyes but they're all happy to be outside and stretching their limbs.
"Yeah," Frank agrees, smiling. He watches her bend down to kiss his cheek and then glance at her wristwatch. She curses and takes off running, waving her hand at Frank and Gerard as she goes. There's still some of his hair stuck down there but she's managed to zip up at least.
"Come on, punk." Gerard laughs draping his arm around Frank's shoulders. "I think someone's in desperate need for a haircut. It looks like you have some kind of weird hair disease."
Frank says, "Don't we have soundcheck though?" curling his finger around Gerard's belt loop.
"You know what you need?" Gerard asks, leaning into Frank, his sense of balance still slightly fucked up from before.
Frank looks at him with droopy eyes and a lazy smile, that awful hair sticking out all over the place. "Wha's that?"
"Learn how to prioritize," Gerard says cheerfully, palm squeezing the ball of Frank's shoulder.
Frank considers telling Gerard that Gerard’s priorities are kinda fucked, but he knows the guy’s just messing with him anyway, so there's really no point. He grins instead, starting to steer Gerard towards the general direction of their van all the way making him swear never to talk to anyone about what had happened to him.
"Not even Mikey," Frank says ignoring Gerard's crestfallen face. "What happened under the stage, stays under the stage, you hear me?"
Gerard grumbles but agrees, bringing his fingers up to the bald spot on Frank's head, pressing down softly and just so.
*
Alicia has a hard time keeping a straight face when they meet again, and Gerard doesn’t even try.
Way Over Yonder
PG-13, ~2100 words, crack
Notes: For Mony. I am ever so sorry...
Okay, so once upon a time I said, MOAR ALICIA FIC. turnyourankle in turn was awesome and said, Alicia/Frank stoner!fic! And then I had to write something, because these two pictures were just screaming it, tbqh.
This is ridiculous, and fucks up timelines really badly, but it’s here now anyway. The band is touring, Frank is still smoking pot and hasn’t cut those hilarious dreads off yet. He and Alicia have an encounter under some stage, somewhere in the US.
Alicia's practically a pro at teching, and ok, she's not exactly a technician with a stamp and a title yet, but she's getting there, surely. She's better than Kelly and Stu for sure, and has nicer hair and teeth, and you'd be surprised how far they can get you.
She's currently sitting under the side stage with some dude whose name just keeps escaping her.
"Frank. It's Frank," dude says really trying to stress the words while simultaneously puffing out smoke from his mouth and nose.
And, okay, Alicia would listen more carefully for sure if it wasn’t for his hair. It really has that power to just suck everything to itself, attention included. It's like that thing in space, whaddaya call it. Just hairier and smelling of smoke.
Her fingers itch to touch it.
"Exactly, sweetheart," she says, reaching over and stealing Frank's joint. "S'what I said. Fred. Freddy."
Frank has exactly half an hour to himself before he has shit to do. He would remember this if he racked his brain, but he's kinda busy at the moment. There's pot and this pretty girl with short attention span and killer legs. Literally, he thinks, because she could probably stomp him down with those if she wanted. He quirks an eyebrow at the thought.
"Frank. Frank," he says again but it doesn't seem to be getting to her, which is just as well.
He blinks when she sways to-and-fro, and gets a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach watching her fall down on her back on the ground, her long, soft dreads blanketing the dust.
"I think someone's going to soundcheck soon," she says lazily after a while, staring up at the dark sky of props and pillars and beams. "I can feel it down here, in my stomach," she whispers starting to touch her belly, brushing her fingers slowly up and down. She's been buzzing with want for the whole afternoon, and she thinks she should probably get that out of her system before it affects her work. Yeah, she's definitely a pro.
Frank swallows hard even though his mouth is awfully dry, and he blinks some more.
Taking the joint from Alicia, he brings it to his mouth and scratches his head. "I think that's us," he says around the joint, staring at her hand. It's stopped moving, and the heel of her palm is pressed against her hip. "Er. I dunno. Listen, c'n you-"
"You're in a band?" she interrupts. "I thought you were like some gofer guy or something. You any good?"
"We're fucking ace," Frank says, chuckling. His eyes droop and Alicia's lips look really soft. The joint burns his fingers so he throws it away.
She spreads her legs, hands dancing slowly on her thighs, and he needs to find Gerard and tell him all about it because these things just never happen to Frank.
Except when they do.
"Well, listen, Freddy, you wanna..." She trails off, scratching her inner thigh and wriggling her hips.
It's kind of a wonder really how fast Frank can move, but before he can even register her question, he's already pushing into her personal space, nose bumping softly against hers.
She kisses him first, openmouthed and kinda sloppy, running her fingers through his dry dreads. They get stuck in some tangle though when she tries to smooth her hands down to cover his ears. She struggles with them for a while. The skin around her mouth is shiny from Frank's eager kisses.
*
Alicia bucks her hips, moaning, which in turn makes Frank smile goofily. He nuzzles his nose into her navel and then goes back to trying to look cool and actually get that damn zipper open. With his teeth. Because that's always cool. For some reason it just always looks that much easier on TV.
Alicia waggles her hips, and-
Okay. Pain. Definite pain.
In Frank's scalp.
He panics, trying to pull his head up from her crotch but it seems like his dreads have somehow gotten stuck in the zipper.
Letting out a pathetic whimper, Frank brings his hand up to get a hold of the offending tangle of metallic teeth and his precious hair, but he can't seem to be able to detach himself. Whatever he does only ends up getting more of his dreads stuck and it fucking hurts to move. He struggles some more, but it's too painful and not getting him anywhere, so he shuts his eyes tightly, going perfectly still.
This is exactly the kind of thing that would happen to him. He has that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach and he doesn't really feel like finding Gerard anymore.
"Mmm, what're you doing?" Alicia asks after a while. She's a little dazed but also eager to just get things going. She's got shit to do as well.
She squirms under him to get Frank to move. It looks an awful lot like he has decided to have a nap on her crotch.
Frank's eyes water and he lets out a high-pitched noise. "Stop that, hurts."
"Huh?" Alicia rises up to her elbows to look down at Frank. She sees about two or three dreadlocks stuck between her half-opened jeans.
"Oh. I see," she says.
*
"Do you like, have scissors?" Frank asks miserably. They have both tried to pull at the dreads so much that Frank's scalp is practically burning now. It all feels rather desperate.
"Oh yeah, because I can see how I'd carry those around everywhere I go," Alicia says. She tries to get up from the ground but Frank squeaks telling her to stop that right now.
Alicia jerks her hips anyway, just to spite him, and then Frank lets a humorless chortle escape his lips.
"What are you, giggling?" Alicia sounds annoyed, which is probably understandable given the situation. Still, it's not like her hair is stuck in his zipper.
"It's my normal reaction to pain," Frank mutters. "And in case you hadn't noticed, I'm. Fucking. In. Pain." Apart from everything else, his neck's started to hurt him the way it's twisted awkwardly. "Deal with it," he says huffily and then giggles pathetically again because he just can't help himself.
"Ha," Alicia says. "Men and their zero tolerance to pain."
"Look, lady-"
*
And then, because the day just keeps getting better, there's Gerard, struggling towards them, stumbling over his feet and planks and kind of yelling at them while trying not to hit his head on the ceiling. Frank only knows it's him because of that nasal drawl and the way the dark blob in his line of vision keeps missing his step. He's not running away though, which is kind of a wonder on its own. Probably too plastered to realize, Frank thinks bitterly.
"Friend of yours?" Alicia asks, tapping his shoulder.
Frank sighs and shuts his eyes again.
"Frank! Frankie is that," Gerard says, staggering about until he's reached them. He drops down to his knees just by Frank's head and Alicia's hips. "Oh, um. Oh god, oh, sorry," Gerard says like the situation is suddenly spring water-clear to him. He begins to stand up unsteadily, but Alicia grabs his arm and pulls him back down.
"Not so fast, Peggy Sue," she says.
It takes about half a second for Gerard to realize what's going on. There's really no other explanation for it. They obviously want him to-- Gerard's eyes widen and if his face wasn’t flushed before, it certainly is now. It's not like he's ever had sex with two people at the same time before, but he isn’t naive. What else could they possibly want from him?
"Oh, oh," Gerard says, flustered, contemplating on how to best approach this sudden task that has fallen upon him. This is Frank, and Gerard isn’t sure he’ll be able to not fuck it all up, but for Frank he is willing to try.
He considers touching her breasts, but then he realizes he’s way too much of a loser to actually get to it right away.
He doesn't even know this girl's name. Really now.
"Um, do you like want me to," he says putting his hand on the small of Frank's back. "No, but that wouldn' prob'ly... Maybe if I'd-"
"Gerard, stop rambling and help me the fuck out," Frank growls impatiently.
"Well I'm ever so sorry if I need some time to pull myself together, but s'not like I happen to just do this ev'ry day. You know-”
Alicia snorts. This is so going on her myspace.
"What the fuck are you talking about? Look, just get me free and then we can all pretend this never happened." Of all the people in the world, Frank had to get Gerard to his rescue.
"You're kinda sending me mixed signals here, buddy," Gerard says accusingly, poking his index finger unsteadily at Frank's back.
Alicia thinks she should probably take over unless she wants to spend the rest of the day on her back under a stage, some band guy's face in her lap. It really sounds better than it is.
"His dreads got somehow stuck down there in the zipper," she explains slowly to Gerard who is still busy frowning at Frank. "So if you happened to have some scissors with you, that'd be awesome."
Gerard's eyes widen and he blinks down at the mess of hair and metal in her lap. "Oh," he says dumbly, reprocessing. "Oh! Well, okay. Um, okay. Then-"
Frank sighs impatiently.
"Fuck you, I'm thinking," Gerard says. All he ever really wanted was to hide from Brian for a few minutes.
"If I'll just," Gerard continues after a while, pushing his right hand fingers into Frank's hair while rubbing the depression on the back of Frank's neck just below his skull with the thumb of his left hand. Frank lets out a soft whimper pressing his eyes tightly shut.
"How you manage to get yourself into these kinds of situations to begin with, I'll never know," Gerard murmurs, feeling himself sobering up somewhat.
He tugs at the hair a little but it's really stuck and probably painful judging by the weird noises Frank is making.
"Really. Do you have to laugh?" Alicia asks. Her patience is running short. She's already late from a staff meeting and she doesn't think it'll look that good taking her record of things she's been late from into consideration. Hey, pros aren't perfect 100% of the time. Cut her some slack.
"He can't help it," Gerard says softly, pulling his fingers from Frank's hair.
*
In the end, Gerard remembers the penknife that's in his jeans pocket, and he manages to cut the stuck dreads finally getting Frank free.
"Let's not do this again," Alicia says squinting at Frank. The sun is irritating their eyes but they're all happy to be outside and stretching their limbs.
"Yeah," Frank agrees, smiling. He watches her bend down to kiss his cheek and then glance at her wristwatch. She curses and takes off running, waving her hand at Frank and Gerard as she goes. There's still some of his hair stuck down there but she's managed to zip up at least.
"Come on, punk." Gerard laughs draping his arm around Frank's shoulders. "I think someone's in desperate need for a haircut. It looks like you have some kind of weird hair disease."
Frank says, "Don't we have soundcheck though?" curling his finger around Gerard's belt loop.
"You know what you need?" Gerard asks, leaning into Frank, his sense of balance still slightly fucked up from before.
Frank looks at him with droopy eyes and a lazy smile, that awful hair sticking out all over the place. "Wha's that?"
"Learn how to prioritize," Gerard says cheerfully, palm squeezing the ball of Frank's shoulder.
Frank considers telling Gerard that Gerard’s priorities are kinda fucked, but he knows the guy’s just messing with him anyway, so there's really no point. He grins instead, starting to steer Gerard towards the general direction of their van all the way making him swear never to talk to anyone about what had happened to him.
"Not even Mikey," Frank says ignoring Gerard's crestfallen face. "What happened under the stage, stays under the stage, you hear me?"
Gerard grumbles but agrees, bringing his fingers up to the bald spot on Frank's head, pressing down softly and just so.
*
Alicia has a hard time keeping a straight face when they meet again, and Gerard doesn’t even try.